J.R. Dunn [American Thinker] – Like most PC concepts, “white privilege” has never been adequately defined. Quite deliberately so — the idea is to have a concept so elastic and amorphous that it can be stretched to cover any given situation, distorted through multiple dimensions, and immediately changeable if necessary. White privilege is a tactic rather than an idea, and to ask for a specific definition is to ask for something that has never been and cannot be.
But it does feature one basic element, not easily denied or cast aside, that, in fact, the concept cannot work at all without. That is the contention that benefits — social, economic, academic, and historical — are automatically conferred to an individual simply as a matter of being white (don’t ask for a definition of “white” either — you won’t get one). Whites have always had it easy, have always gone to the head of the line, have always eaten high off the hog. White immigrants always arrived aboard the Queen Mary, were always ushered through immigration first, and were automatically assigned upper-class positions within the American system. And all of this was accomplished, without exception, on the backs of minorities, which, again without exception, means blacks.
I look at all this from the point of view of an Irish-Catholic from the working class, raised in a decaying city in upstate New York, an area which during my childhood was well on its way to becoming the northern extension of Appalachia and has long since arrived there.
Each of those factors dominates over simple skin color or European origin (granted that Ireland is more than nominally considered part of Europe). Each has acted as an excuse for discrimination and exploitation. Each remains in play to some extent to this day.
Read the entire article at American Thinker.
Gruntington Post – When the Hillary Clinton campaign announced their latest gimmick to attract donations from misguided individuals willing to add their pocket cash to that of Saudi sheiks, shady arms dealers, Planned Parenthood, union thugs, various terrorist groups and about half the third-world dictators on the planet to help Hillary get what she wants, it started a frenzy of speculation about what useless token was being sent out in the ‘ThxBox.’ Here at the Gruntington Post, we have no idea, and really, really don’t want to know.
However, we have a super-computer capable of running the statistics and determining the objects that you can bet your grandmother will almost CERTAINLY NOT be in any of the boxes. Here’s the top ten.
Top Ten List of Objects LEAST Likely to be in a ThxBox:
1. Comprehensive list of Hillary’s accomplishments as SecState.
2. The half-gallon of Vince Foster’s missing blood that should have been at his death scene if he’d really shot himself in the head at Fort Marcy.
3. Complete collection of futures market investing books that Hillary used to become an expert before she made her cool $100,000 on the only transaction she ever made.
4. Complete collection of endearing and romantic handwritten letters sent between Bill and Hillary during the White House years in the 1990s.
5. Thoroughly convincing autographed photo of Hillary convalescing under doctors’ care for the concussion that prevented her from testifying before Congress about Benghazi.
6. Replica of the ethics medal Hillary was awarded for her truthful and courageous work during the Watergate Hearings in the 1970s.
7. Framed and autographed photo of Clinton advisor Sid Blumenthal and Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu with Sid’s inscription: “Sorry about all those anti-Jewbag epithets over the years, Bibi. We love yah, and aren’t actively working toward the annihilation of Israel. We swear!”
8. Actual human teeth collected from the Bosnian snipers captured after firing on Hillary’s diplomatic entourage on the tarmac at Sarajevo.
9. Authentic pair of Huma Abedin’s panties recovered from somewhere in the Scooby Van that may or may not have been laundered since the Iowa State Fair. You have to contribute to find out!
10. A copy of Dr. Alma Bond’s new book about Hillary being poised to be America’s first Narcissist Lesbian President.
Cross-Posted at PoliNation.
Today marks the day that President Obama achieved critical mass (heh) in getting his Iran Treaty bomb-proofed against its massive resistance in Congress. Outgoing Democrat Senator Barbara Mikulski announced her support, giving Obama the 34 Senate votes he needs to sustain any veto of the deal.
While she was announcing her support this morning, SecState John Kerry was in Philadelphia giving a technically unnecessary speech to reassure the public that the deal was actually a good thing. Sitting in attendance, and prominently mentioned by Kerry, was former US Senator Dick Lugar, who is one of the very few Republicans supporting the administration in this potentially catastrophic sham agreement.
I’ve met Lugar, a fellow Hoosier and Eagle Scout, back when he was mayor of Indianapolis, and I supported him for years, completely unaware that he would eventually travel to Russia in 2005 with a young Barack Obama, apparently lose his mind, and decide to throw his lot in with that treasonous sack of shit. Little did anybody know how complete that fresh allegiance would be for the Senator, who is now an object of nearly universal contempt among still-sane conservatives, and probably a future resident of the Ninth Circle of Hell, which is reserved for the treacherous. That’s appropriate, perhaps, given his tenure as mayor of the Circle City in Indiana. I really don’t have anything else to say about him, except “Bon voyage, Lugar.” What a dick.
Lane Brown, of Vulture.com, just interviewed the man behind the legendary Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction movies, among others. It was the usual Hollywood press pre-release interview, except for Tarantino’s inexplicable admission that he doesn’t know what he’s doing and his new project is pretty much too shitty to release. No, I won’t even mention the title. But my favorite part was the question about Barack Obama, because, you know, Tarantino is on record as being a supporter – something one would imagine he’d have second thoughts about, if he were sane. But no:
I think he’s fantastic. He’s my favorite president, hands down, of my lifetime. He’s been awesome this past year. Especially the rapid, one-after-another-after-another-after-another aspect of it. It’s almost like take no prisoners. His he-doesn’t-give-a-shit attitude has just been so cool. Everyone always talks about these lame-duck presidents. I’ve never seen anybody end with this kind of ending. All the people who supported him along the way that questioned this or that and the other? All of their questions are being answered now.
Really, Quentin? And what part of Barack’s latest actions has you so pumped? The sheer number of holes of golf he’s managed to squeeze in? The psychotic and unilateral carte blanche he offered Iran, the premier terrorist state in the world? The international laughingstock he’s made us? The economic chaos he’s produced? The fact that he took an effectively post-racial country and brought us to full-blown race war in just 6 years?
… Illustrated by a Brazilian beauty, Alessandra Ambrosio.
Sting performed this jazz classic by brilliant Rio composer Ivan Lins in English on the disk “A Love Affair,” which featured many American artists performing Ivan’s music. Alessandra, originally from Erechim, Brazil, needs no introduction.
If she had a nice .380 in the kitchen cabinet like a normal woman, her poor husband would not be working his way through trauma therapy right now. He might be dead, but that’s preferable to being stabbed with a squirrel. Everybody knows that.
From the comments, no word on whether it was merely a typical demon squirrel,
Or a full-on squirrel-wraith of Mordor. Courtesy of Proof.
And from the comments, some pushback from PETA…