Thursday, 2 a.m.
I just said the Lord’s Prayer with Alex and then she went to sleep. She’s not really sleeping. She’s just lying in bed with the dogs. Not sleeping. I am watching a super documentary about Janis Joplin, called “Janis: Little Miss Blue.” I have always loved her and this biography is “heartrendering,” as my wife would say.
Janis was incredibly talented. Suffered so much for being different in Port Arthur, Texas, in the ’50s and early ’60s (where I once spoke and had a great time). Exploded with brilliance as a singer and a writer. Blazed across the sky of mass culture, became a wild drug addict, and then died at roughly age 27 from heroin in a Hollywood hotel I have never even heard of.
I turned off the ancient TV and looked at my fireplace. Drugs, drugs, drugs. A study on Google says that something like half of the nation is chronically on mood-altering drugs or alcohol. That sounds too high, doesn’t it? Anyway, our President jokes about pot use, but it ain’t funny.
My whole life is in the Recovery movement, and I rarely see any heroin users who did not start with pot. In fact, I NEVER see any smack users who didn’t start with pot. I don’t think it’s funny and I don’t like Obama making jokes about how high he was in college. Is that any way at all to encourage Americans to live a sober, hard-working life?
I went outside to swim, but I was too consumed with thoughts to get into my pool. Why, I thought, do we make such a huge deal of the death of rock stars when the deaths of our fighting men and women are simply noted in tiny type in the New York Times?
After all, the men and women who died fighting for us performed a vastly more important service than rock stars do. They are also a lot braver and a helluva lot less self-obsessed. They fight and die anonymously for the most part. They might as well have never existed for all of the attention they get.
Yet we could all live perfectly good lives if Janis and Prince had never lived at all. If we had no armed forces, we ourselves would have no lives. Let’s spare nothing to honor our fighting heroes and their families. And let’s pay them more and give them super good health care. And retirement.
I awakened at about 6 a.m. to get ready to be on TV, and checked my Facebook. To my total shock, there was an angry post about Benjamin Netanyahu calling him a “f..king tea party Jew.” The posting came from a man in Palm Desert who used to be homeless and whom I have often helped with money, along with his son. I knew the man was unwell, but his language stunned me. I don’t think I will see him again because he’s moved to Scandinavia. But it’s a sign of the times that he feels free to let fly such vile words.
Off to the studio here in Palm Springs went I. Ooops. It’s locked. There was a foul up about the key. Luckily, someone came to help and we got in.
I talked about a number of subjects. The most interesting, I thought, was an observation by my pal, Judah, about Bernie Sanders. Young people think he’s new and original. But he’s a pitiful old version of communism. You can see thousands of doddering, senile old Red fools like him in old age homes and shabby apartments in New York.
But he’s a dangerous old fool. He’s Jewish, of course, but fanatically pro-Palestinian. He has put several of his moronic ultra-left Pro-Palestinian pals like Keith Ellison, a mad black Moslem Congressional Democrat from Minneapolis, Cornel West, incredibly, a professor at Princeton, also black and fanatically anti-Israel, and a Mr. Zogby, a Palestinian Arab, on the Platform Committee of the Democratic National Committee. They will make sure the DNC platform no longer unequivocally supports Israel. That’s why they are there.
Why are the blacks so anti-Jewish? Because the Jews led the civil rights movement? It’s the vile virus of Bolshevism, which is just an elaboration of hatred and envy, and it’s especially the envy of one minority for another one that has been more successful in adjusting to life. Sick.
As for Sanders, he is a bitter, self-hating Jewish man who represents a real danger to Israel. He routinely takes the side of the terrorists and sneers at Israel for defending herself. Hamas hides rocket launching sites in schools and hospitals and launches the missiles at Israel. When Israel bombs the sites and kills the hostages Hamas has put there, Sanders defends the Hamas. This would be understandable from Julius Streicher. From a Jew, it’s like wearing a neon sign reading, “I am insane.”
Enough on that. I came home from the studio, ate some leftovers, and took a nap.
The good times for us Jews were extremely good. Thanks to the relentless envy of the Arabs, the sad state of the black community and the resultant envy of Jews, and the immense residual anti-Semitism within the human race, I fear for the coming years. I’ll be dead, but I fear for my granddaughter.
Much answering of e-mails. Then swimming, and then a glorious dinner at the clubhouse here at Morningside. We sat on a deck wrapped in a warm breeze and looked at the stars and the moon and the jetliners coming into PSP, our local airport. Planes at night are so ultra-evocative of travel and mystery. They transport my soul. I have always loved watching them.
Then back home to read lengthy testimony about the causes of the Crash of 2008-2009 from the world’s smartest human, Warren E. Buffett. Wow, he’s smart.
Now, to swim, to pray in gratitude for our soldiers, sailors, airmen, Marines, merchant marine and their families and for our beautiful American future and for Israel’s future. And for Bernie Sanders to go back to Vermont, eat a lot of maple syrup, get sleepy and then sleep for about ten years.
And for mobs of Mexican terrorists to attack Trump rallies and throw rocks at the police. Those imbecile thugs will elect Trump yet. Keep at it, compadres. I remember 1968.
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