October 31, 2015

Cleveland, Ohio

Cleveland, Ohio

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To Cleveland, Ohio, where mid-America’s middle class begins its great Midwest sprawl. I always wanted to visit Cleveland because the so-called sophisticates have poked fun at it. And the place does not disappoint. Beautiful municipal buildings of Fascist Roman style line the shores of Lake Erie, public libraries, city halls, opera houses, large public spaces, you get my drift. The people are friendly, unlike the aggressive slobs who pass for Noo Yawkers nowadays. The purpose of the visit is to moderate a debate and visit with Chronicles magazine staff and rub elbows with Chronicles readers, who have shown up in force. Among the numerous speakers is the great Pat Buchanan, three-time presidential candidate and a true-blue conservative writer who has kept the faith throughout.

His speech, delivered in a mild tone with no theatrics, leaves me depressed. The de-Christianization of America has dramatically taken place without any protest by the people. Churches are closing and priests are mostly senior citizens. What is worse, if that’s possible, is the plot to do away with the American past. Columbus Day is now called Indigenous Peoples’ Day, and there’s a movement to take Andrew Jackson off the twenty-dollar bill because he owned slaves.

“When I was at Virginia I proudly flew the Confederate flag in my fraternity bedroom. Crossed with the Greek one.”

Washington, Jefferson, Madison, and Monroe were also slave owners—of the first six American presidents only the two Adamses were not—and they will be next. The one that makes me laugh is the Cinco de Mayo celebration, of which I don’t have a clue. What I do know, however, is that on May 5, 1862, the Battle of Williamsburg was fought between the North and South, and on that day we should be celebrating the heroic dead of both sides. What the hell is Cinco de Mayo anyway? A dance step, a rumba band?

It is very simple. The counterculture has won the war. Ninety-seven percent spoke English at home during the ’50s. At present, more than 50 percent in Los Angeles don’t speak English at home. During Eisenhower’s years, 87 percent of Americans were of European descent. The number is down to 63 percent at present and falling rapidly. What is there to say or do? Not much, because political correctness has taken care of protest. Angela Merkel and the gangsters in Brussels have committed one of the great crimes of any century by allowing the browning of Europe, yet voices that protest this great crime are called racists.

White Americans vote 60 percent Republican. Black and Latino Americans vote 90 percent Democrat. The electoral vote is shrinking for whites, and once the country looks like California, where whites are in the minority, it will be impossible to elect a Republican. The great silent majority, as Richard Nixon called it, is no more. The country was invaded and taken over by a foreign army that used stealth and the welfare system as ramrods to break down the walls. Europe is undergoing a similar fate, the difference being I always thought Americans knew better.

When I was at Virginia I proudly flew the Confederate flag in my fraternity bedroom. Crossed with the Greek one. Today I’d be picked out by some horror-haired TV reporter as a bigot and most likely be accused of rape by some female journalist eager to make the cover of a magazine. Which brings me to the stealth campaign to empty the prisons of black criminals: There is a delegitimization of law enforcement by political activists and media types that is selling the myth of a bias by the courts against blacks. It began with the antipolice movement by black activists after the killing of a black man in Ferguson who had charged a white police officer and who had minutes previously stuck up a nearby store.


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