I note, with more sadness than anger, the myopic resolution of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People at their national convention just down the road in Kansas City, tagging the Tea Party movement with the once-dreaded RAAAAACIST! label.

This is what happens when you actually uncritically believe what people tell you, just because what you've been told feeds your prejudices, fits with your own preconceptions, and bolsters your own self-image and sense of entitlement and righteousness, without regard to the actual truth of what you have been told, and without regard to whether or not that self-image and those senses are true or warranted.

I feel sorry for those in the NAACP who voted for this.

Continuing to foment racial hatred and class envy is not a path to civic peace, prosperity, and order. Yet through hateful and divisive actions such as this, it is the path that the NAACP continues to walk.

The people whom the NAACP purport to represent would be far, far better off--both now and into the future--to join with the Tea Party movement of individual freedom, liberty, and responsibility under a government of limited and enumerated powers.

Which makes me wonder what the leaders of the NAACP really want. Of course, I suspect I already know that answer. Which makes me even more sad--sad for their victims, who they have convinced are their beneficiaries.

Why, after each big government social program, does the lot of the urban black population always seem to be somehow just a little bit worse than it was before? Why don't those who supposedly benefit from these programs begin to ask that question?

UPDATE: It comes to my attention that the current president of the NAACP is a gentleman with the name of Jealous.

You can't make this stuff up.

Seen at NRO:



There is so much about this world that "progressives" simply don't understand. It actually does make me sad that they so single-mindedly seek such salvation in political power. I'm not smart enough (believe it or not!) to know where salvation comes from, or even if it's possible, but I do know from studying humanity's painful, tragic history that salvation has not, will not, can not come from government power.

It's something that each person must somehow find for themselves.

Is it really too much to ask for people to come in through the front door--or even through the back door, as most people did where I grew up--rather than coming in through the windows?

In case you're not getting it:
Front door, back door = legal immigration;
Windows = illegal immigration.

Is it really, really too much to ask?

Or, is asking people to come in via a door rather than the windows RAAAAACIST? Let me know, so that the next time I visit you I come into your home in your preferred method.

In case you had maybe forgotten what real political courage and leadership looks and sounds like:

The Buckingham Palace Marching Band playing the Imperial March from Star Wars:

Via Ace of Spades HQ which is also in some ways too cool to be Whipped, but which doesn't prevent me from doing it on an all too regular basis.

I dragged Snookums to the Preserving American Liberty event in Independence, MO this past Saturday. The headliner was, of course, Sarah Palin:

Sarah Palin showing off a Missouri Maverick jersey for Trig

More pictures follow:

More pictures from the April 15, 2010 Tax Day Tea Party event at the Community America Ball Park in Kansas City, Kansas.

I do have to comment that in my experience, Tea Parties are just slightly more controversial than, say, state or county fairs. People who fear or loathe Tea Parties simply don't know what they're talking about--or they have a political agenda of their own they're pushing.

Two well-tanned white supremacists spotted in the crowd

Much to the chagrin (so I hear) of my dear mother-in-law, I attended the April 15th, 2010 Tax Day Tea Party held at the Community America Ball Park in Kansas City, Kansas.

Here's the first of two posts of pictures from the event:

The ball park's concourse, about 4 pm.

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect
Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye
Now I laugh and make a fortune
Off the same ones that I tortured
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

I look like Jesus, so they say
But Mr. Jesus is very far away
Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true
That you love me and I love me

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"
Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

Copyright 1987 TMBG Music. Lyrics reproduced under Fair Use for political commentary and discussion.

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