That’s because the GOP makes a critical distinction between fellow Americans and fellow BLACK Americans. Or fellow immigrant Americans, poor Americans, LBGTQ Americans, Muslim Americans, female Americans, and so on. Anybody they deem outsiders, outcasts, less than, and not one of them. Systemic racism benefits white Americans, so in the eyes of the GOP, it’s perfectly acceptable. Universal health care would help all Americans, but included in the definition of “all” is Black people. Hence, no matter how beneficial the idea of affordable health care for everyone is to white people, it would also benefit Black people, making it a…
So, it’s come to this. A bloodthirsty mob of ill-informed angry white men and women — egged on by then hater-in-chief Donald Trump — staged an insurrection on the nation’s capital. Six people were killed during the bloody siege, all in the name of “stopping the steal,” whatever the hell that even means, given the fact that Joe Biden won the popular vote (by over 7 million) and received enough certified electoral votes to secure his legitimate victory as our nation’s 46th president.
And if you don’t fight like hell, you’re not going to have a country anymore.
How Ohio State got outplayed AND outcoached in diagrams.
Okay, I know it’s been a couple of weeks since Ohio State and Alabama played the College Football National Championship game. But I knew I had to finally speak out when Ohio State’s seeming refusal to make a simple adjustment in the game continued to haunt my dreams.
The following isn’t the only reason Ohio State lost, but in my mind, it’s the biggest reason.
There’s an old adage in sports that says speed kills. Or, you can’t teach speed. Or something like that. Alabama’s speed is what killed Ohio state…
People say I’m crazy, doing what I’m doing. Wait a minute. Where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, the song Watching the Wheels, by John Lennon and Yoko Ono.
People say I’m crazy
Doing what I’m doing
Well, they give me all kinds of warnings
To save me from ruin
When I say that I’m okay, well they look at me kinda strange
“Surely, you’re not happy now, you no longer play the game”
— Lennon / Ono
If you replaced the word play with watch, you’d have a perfect description of me. Well, all except for the fact…
There are certain universal truths, one being that racism exists in America — especially in the age of MAGA. Trumpism has been a wake-up call to the saturation of racism in America and the habitual racial bias that lingers in every fiber of the country’s fabric. Racism is nothing new. It’s just more visible now that a certain segment of society has been emboldened to step from the shadows.
All white people benefit from white privelege. And white privelege emboldens people to say some racist shit.
Here are five of those racist things (some) white people say.
Translation: Let’s go…
I’ve been around football since I was about nine or ten years old, playing from grade-school all the way through college. I played in adult flag football leagues after that—for the camaraderie sure, but mostly in a vain attempt to relive the glory days of my youth. I gained further insight as a high school football coach, gleaning bits and pieces of football knowledge from my fellow coaches.
We’ve all probably been around football in some form or another; as a player or coach, a cheerleader or parent or zebra, or maybe even as a kid playing two-hand-touch football in…
In Hollywood, if you’re not in, you’re out. And most of us plebes fall into the out category. Little did I know way back when.
Many years ago, I was under the delusion that the movie industry is akin to a bowl of soup on a cold winter day — warm and welcoming. Well, I was right about the cold and winter parts … because it will be a cold winter day in hell before Hollywood is anything like a warm, soothing bowl of soup.
A long time ago, several things converged in my life that were the catalyst for…
I don’t play fantasy football. It’s not that I don’t love NFL football; it’s just that fantasy football isn’t my thing. Translation: I’m not a hard-core football geek. Double secret translation: I’m no good at it.
Successful fantasy football play requires one to possess a certain set of pertinent skills, none of which I do. None. Nil. Zilch. Nada.
In the first place, I’m not analytically minded enough to pour over hundreds of stats and make any sense of them. Secondly, I’m not organized enough to submit my team on time — let alone, um, at all — each week…
I’ve had a friend for so long it’s like we’re married. In a way, we are … um, were. I’ve known “Steve” since 1983 when we were Freshmen in college. We sat across from one another in one of our classes. We became fast friends, due in part to some of our similarities; we’re both Liberals, we both like Bruce Springsteen, and we both dislike a certain NFL team. The fact that we had the same grueling academic major and almost all of our classes together didn’t hurt.
Steve and I forged a bond in those formative years between adolescence…
I wear black on the outside, ’cause black is how I feel on the inside.
— The Smiths
Well, I am black on the outside, and black is how I feel on the inside. I’m feeling this way because I’m finding it hard to understand where all the hate is coming from. Hatred beyond 400 years ago, all the way back to slavery. I’m finding it hard to understand what Black people did throughout history that was so bad to warrant this level and amount of hate and disdain.
In the United States of America, Black people were: