Tuesday
Why are ants so creepy? I awakened
in Malibu this morning with an ant walking merrily along my wrist
and another on my elbow. That made me very, well, tee-hee, antsy,
you might say. I went into the guest room, where there has been no
food for a very long time. I figured that would be safe. I fell
into a peaceful sleep for about an hour. Then, out of nowhere, came
an ant on my arm. Why? What was that ant looking for?
Was that ant perhaps looking to eat me? Maybe he was going to
take a small bite, then go to the ant Internet and write a review
of my flesh: “Very fat and super salty. Not recommended for ants
who care about their circulatory systems.…” Anyway, I killed that
ant and could not go back to sleep.
Then, into town to rest and then give a speech. It was a super
great group and I loved them a lot. When you have a great group, it
makes speaking true paradise. When you are speaking to a group of
dopey people, which is extremely rare for me, it’s painful.
(This reminds me that at a recent speaking engagement, I was
talking about problems with the school system and a junior high
school teacher came up to me afterwards. I think I mentioned that.
But did I mention that he said that his students only wanted to
fight kids from other races, cared not a whit about history — his
subject — and only wanted for recess to come so they could hit
each other. He also told me about a class where no one knew what
Pearl Harbor was. One guessed that it was jewelry shop. If I told
you that already, I apologize for this and many other sins.)
After my speech, I checked my e-mails and there was a plaintive
one from a woman of 50, still beautiful, who wanted to know why she
had never been married. “I don’t know, Dotty,” I said. “I guess
it’s just bad luck.”
Of course, this woman, again still beautiful, drinks too much,
starts arguments at the drop of a hat, has extreme difficulty
mustering even one ounce of empathy, tries to jack up men by
talking about her sexual adventures with other men. She is
fanatically loyal to her friends, I will say that, but the rest is
enough to keep her single for the rest of her life.
Then, to read on the Internet about a simply stunningly
beautiful 14-year-old girl in Florida who gave birth to a little
baby girl in her parents’ home’s bathroom — then strangled the
baby and put the corpse in a shoe box. Her mother discovered it a
few days later when it started to smell horrible.
Now everyone is in an uproar and rightly so.
But wait a minute. Wasn’t she just exercising a woman’s right to
choose? After all, even our President, Mr. Obama, has stood up for
the right of a woman or a “hospital” or a “doctor” to kill a baby
even after it’s out of the mother or if the baby survived an
abortion.
Soooo.… what’s the difference between what this young girl did
in Florida and what President Obama and his supporters believe in ?
Wasn’t she just exercising a 14 year old girl’s “right to
choose”?
By the way, tomorrow I go to see my psychiatrist. I must
remember to ask him why so many women who are not interested in men
or sex with men are so intent about a “woman’s right to choose.”
They won’t ever be pregnant in any event. There must be some deep
psychodynamic at work here, but it’s too deep for me.
Then to read an article about the massacres of Armenian
Christians by the Turks through the centuries. Just
heart-breakingly terrible. It makes me wonder if Mr. Obama has
any idea of just how dangerous and evil the human animal is. If he
did, he would not even consider cutting the defense budget —
unless his real goal is to defeat America. But frankly, I don’t
think it is. At least I hope it isn’t.
But can he really be that naive, to consider disarming America
when so much of the world is getting ever better armed and hates us
more than ever? These people — unlike the Bolsheviki — really
want to die for their cause. They are truly terrifying. Can Mr.
Obama truly consider disarming when they are staring at us with
their fangs dripping with excitement — like ants, you might
say.
Like ants with nuclear weapons. Hey, fellow conservatives, this
is serious. This defense issue is worth raising taxes for.
Well, time to contemplate the debate between Mr. Romney and Mr.
Obama. Not that it matters. With 96 or 98 percent of the black vote
going for Mr. Obama and that set in stone, and the whites split
somewhat for Mr. Romney, in this totally phony “post-racial” world,
the outcome of the election is a foregone conclusion.
As Mr. Obama’s spiritual guide, Rev. Wright, would say,
“America’s chickens have come home to roost.”
But somehow, there is still a lot of glory in trusting in The
Lord.
