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Chapter 15

  

Chapter Fifteen: The Word on the Street

Jerry was gone for many hours.  It was midmorning when he left, and the street light was on out front before he got back. I did the crossword puzzle in the leftover Sunday paper. I scrupulously avoided reading the news, not wanting to see anything about me and/or Anne.  Evidently, Jerry or Anne are big fans of “Detective Novels,” there were dozens on the bookshelf.  I read a large portion of one, just to pass the time. For the life of me I can’t recall any of the details. 

 Jerry strode up the steps and flung open the door, gun in hand.  “You got some ‘splaining to do.”

 He sat down at the kitchen table, laid the gun on the table—sorta pointing in my direction—and generally appeared to be in a foul mood. “The police traced that gun that you purchased to another crime.  The ballistics tests indicate that gun was used to murder somebody else years ago.” Continue reading

William Galston at The New Republic is clueless

Galston correctly cites the polls that show Americans shifting opinions about whether they favor Republican policies over Democratic policies. He has the facts right, he just does not have a clue about what they mean.  William Galston wrote  an article entitled “How Americans’ Shifting Political Ideologies Threaten the Democrats.” 

The basic thrust of his article is that many American citizens have changed their opinions.  Wrong, bucko, the American people have not moved towards the right; rather, it has been the Democratic party that has moved further left. 

He notes:

“On the whole, 58 percent of voters see Democrats as liberal or very liberal, while 56 percent see Republicans as conservative or very conservative; no surprise there. But voters now place themselves much closer to the Republican Party than to the Democratic Party on this left-right continuum. Indeed, the ideological gap between the Democratic Party and the mean voter is about three times as large as the separation between that voter and the Republican Party. And, startlingly, the electorate places itself a bit closer to the Tea Party movement (which is well to the right of the Republican Party) than to the Democratic Party. All this represents a major shift from five years ago, when mean voters placed themselves exactly halfway between their ideological perceptions of the Democratic and Republican parties.” 

Here, let me help you son.  Americans didn’t shift their views, the Democratic Party did. 

The Dem Party has been hi-jacked by the far left-wing of the party.  The “blue dog Democrats” have been marginalized, or forced to play by Pelosi and Reid’s playbook lest they be marginalized.

The polls show that America is and always has been in my lifetime a right of central leaning country.  Self-identified “liberals” only constitute approximately 20% of the population, and yet the liberals have a strangle-hold on the entire federal government, vastly out of proportion to the percentage of liberals within the general population.  Now those in the middle who have always been uncomfortable with the ultra-liberal agenda are becoming uncomfortable within the Democratic Party. It’s that simple. 

Galston continues:  

“The Pew survey also shows that Democrats are far more ideologically diverse than Republicans. Twenty-four percent of Democrats describe themselves as conservative or very conservative, while only 5 percent of Republicans call themselves liberal or very liberal. Conversely, 65 percent of Republicans think of themselves as conservative or very conservative, while only 42 percent of Democrats self-identify as liberal or very liberal. This helps explain why 83 percent of Republicans see the Democratic Party as more liberal than they themselves are—while only 60 percent of Democrats place the Republican Party to the right of where they place themselves.”

Sheesh, son, you sound wet behind the ears.  Let me help you some more.  First, Republicans who describe themselves as “conservative” is a misleading class set because he does not specify terms.  Many Republicans are fiscally conservative but socially liberal or moderate (think libertarians and “Country Club Republicans”). Many other Republicans are socially conservative but fiscally moderate or populist (e.g., Mike Huckabee).   Together these two groups constitute a large portion of the Republican party, but on many issues they are sworn enemies. 

Second, of course there are more “conservative” Democrats than “liberal” Republicans.  Most logical persons within the two main groups of “conservative” Republicans are certainly not going to gravitate to the Democrat party.  And since America is a right of center country, Republicans do not need liberals in their party in order to make a majority coalition. 

However, Democrats need to garner some “conservative” support or they would always be in the minority. Liberals are a minority in America.  So of course the Democratic Party is going to have to lie and pander to certain more conservative groups.  Union members, Catholics, many southerners, etc. are naturally “conservative” but have historical dislike for Republicans.  They view the fiscally conservative, socially liberal, typical northeastern elitist country club Republican as the face of the party, and they (rightfully, in my view) therefore want no part of the Republican Party.  Many blacks are “conservative” on social issues but moderate or liberal on fiscal issues.  And many of all of the aforementioned groups just continue in the Democratic Party because their fathers and grandfathers were Democrats. 

But this isn’t their Grandfather’s Democratic Party anymore.  Some of them just have not been paying close enough attention.  It took the jolt from having a socialist/statist infest the White House and a Pelosi and Reid to run Congress to see how their party has been taken over and ruined. 

I’m one of those Democrats who fled the party early.  I’m one of the original “Reagan Democrats.”  My first Presidential vote was for President Carter.  I bear no shame for my naiveté–I was only eighteen years old.  But thank God Carter drove me into the arms of the Republican Party, and I and millions just like me voted for Reagan, and a new coalition was born.  Yes, we still have those God-damned country club and “Establishment” Republicans running the show. But we have more sway in our party than any conservative does in the Democratic Party. 

Thus endeth the lesson.  And to all you good Democrats still holding your noses and voting for the ultra liberal Nancy Pelosi agenda, you are welcome to come join the fight to save the Republican Party.  We need all the good people that we can get to take back our party and our country. 

John Doe

So I was reading what Lipton wrote…

and his post got me to thinking about songs that others did better than the one who wrote them.   Of course I googled some songs, listened to some others, and learned that two of my favorite songs in the world were written by Leonard Cohen.  An old fart born about the time that my father was born.  And a Canuck.  But, damn, he can write music.  Of course he wrote Hallelujah, I knew that. But he also wrote “Bird on a wire”–which was on my very first ever album, Joe Cocker, “zee maaadddogs, ze English men and Joe Cocker”.  Gawd I loved that album.

So I walked into this country store in rural Virginia

The guy who walked in just ahead of me was white, about 40, and got out of a new-fangled car with advertising on the side of it. I put it on either a Mercedes or a Nissan rag-top.  I walked in and grabbed a beer, I did not see what he was purchasing.  We are the only two in the joint except a white woman cashier, about 50-55.

He says to her, “So, are you having the taping of ‘Tarzan’ here tomorrow?” [I'm paraphrasing from here on out, but it is essentially accurate.  He obviously was a regular and she knew him.]

The gist of the conversation was that a bunch of black people who worked at Tyson’s Chicken processing plant nearby would be stopping by and cashing their checks all day tomorrow.  But they did not say explicitly whom they were referring to.  Unfortunately for them, they did not know that I used to live nearby and used to stop at this place to buy a beer on my way home. 

The gist of what he said was that she should get paid double for having to put up with them all stopping there to cash their paychecks, because the owner was charging exorbitant fees to cash their checks.  It wasn’t hard to figure out who he was talking about, as I have been there many times when the store is filled with black people dressed up in work uniforms (mostly hair nets and rubber boots) standing in line at the check out counter.  He thought the employees made a lot more than they actually make, and that the owner charged them a lot more than he actually did to cash their checks. She disabused him of those notions. Continue reading

Novel, Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen: Anne’s fate

I made sure I was outside of Anne’s house early enough the next morning so as not to attract attention so that I could catch her leaving for school.  I had tried several times to call her, always receiving a message that “The number you have dialed is no longer receiving messages.”  I ducked down in Craig’s truck and waited, hoping that nobody would notice me.  I had no idea when school teachers left for school, but when it seemed as though she wasn’t leaving the  house, I went to the door and knocked softly, hoping that Mrs. Kerns wasn’t out and about.  Or was it Mrs. Kramer? Whatever.

 An older gentleman answered, about the time that I was going to give up.  Crew cut, sixty to sixty-five, obviously in fine shape, with just a little skin tone surrendered to gravity. 

 “John Danielson I presume.” Continue reading

Old music is good music

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Novel, Chapter 13

Oh, I dint mean to make you NOTICE me

Chapter Thirteen: On the lam

She brought the stuff. I went to a gas station by the express way and went directly into the Men’s Room.  I died my fair hair (with some grey on the sides) and eyebrows dark brown.  I put on horn rimmed glasses. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. Then I got out of town for awhile, to let the heat die down. To the perfect place. Where they would never look.  I went back to “Janet’s property.” 

 Craig had a little shack there.  It was just about 10 foot by 8 foot shed, with two windows and a door.  There was no insulation, nothing but a couple of cots and a woodstove.  But it was out of sight from all but those who stumbled upon it, or were looking for it. 

 I hid the old truck, and hung out for a few days, eating the jerky and dry cereal and canned pork and beans that Janet had bought me. And sleeping on a hard plywood floor with just a couple of old blankets to keep me warm. And drinking bottled water.  I kept up my walking routine, hiking several miles a day through the woods; while carefully avoiding anything or anywhere that had anything to do with the shootings. When the food and water was almost gone, I decided to head back into Richmond to take care of some un-finished business. Continue reading