Posts Tagged 'Digital-Age protesters'





#BlackLivesMatter says: “No law enforcement officer has the right to kill an unarmed black person just because that law enforcement officer feels threatened by that unarmed black person.”

#MeToo says: “Any woman can have any man arrested for sexual harassment or assault, and charged with sexual harassment or assault, just because she feels threatened by that man.”

Do you see the hypocrisy in this?


Mr. Johnson:

I listened to much of your program on desegregating the schools—until you urged that privileged, Generation-Y brat to compare her situation today with any of the situations those brave, once-young women of the 1950s and 1960s faced.

Mr. Johnson, why did you even bother asking that Generation-Y snowflake if things were any better now—did you really expect that mindless smartphone-addict to tell you the truth?

She had no respect for her elders or ancestors—none of these Generation-Y and Generation-Z brats have any respect for their elders or ancestors.

And Mr. Johnson, you show no respect for your elders or ancestors either, in allowing Generation-Y brats, who have never truly suffered a day in their privileged lives, to even dare compare their lives with those of their elders and ancestors, who have.  You should not host those Generation-Y and Generation-Z brats at all—they are as mindless, godless, and inhuman as the mindless, godless, and inhuman smartphones to which they are addicted.

Scott Mayo

Pensacola, Florida


Mr. Joshua Lars Weill (“Ragnarok T. Smiff”):

“Good to see he dressed up for the occasion.  I’m surprised he wore shoes.”

Tweets like this are one reason I don’t get a Twitter account.

Judging from this and other tweets of yours, you seem to enjoy trashing any whites with whom you disagree—indicating that any whites with whom you disagree are trash, to you.

That’s pathetic.

You seem to be like most Americans—on the left and the right—who never use the greatest research tool ever developed for research, only for cheap entertainment.

You are welcome to consider signing my two online petitions, links to which are provided below—and to visit my blog, Solosocial, a link to which is provided below.

It might be good for you to actually learn something on the Internet, for a change.

Yours sincerely,

Scott Mayo

Pensacola, Florida . . .


Ms. Hollander,

Who the hell do you think you are?

You are just another White kid from a privileged background, who has never truly suffered a day in her life.

Yet you just know that Bill Cosby is guilty, don’t you?

And you just know that all men take advantage of all women, every day, don’t you?

And you just know that no women take advantage of any men, any day, don’t you?

You Generation-Y and Generation-Z brats are ruining our world.

You don’t know how to do math on paper, you don’t know how to spell, and you don’t know how to use correct grammar.

You also never question anything the press tells you—or anything that liberal politicians tell you.

In fact, you never question anything at all.

You have no manners—and you have no respect for anyone or anything.

You are totally self-absorbed—and all you ever do is keep your heads up your apps, oblivious to everyone and everything around you.

Ms. Hollander, there is simply nothing good about you Generation-Y and Generation-Z bastards at all.

You are the most worthless human beings in human history, and I just wish to God we could expel you all from our planet—or at least disable all of the goddamned cell towers in the world, so we could at least wake you bastards up.

God damn you all to hell.

Scott Wesley Mayo

Pensacola, Florida


Proud member of Generation X—the last good generation at all


You have no respect for this flag, because you have no respect for law enforcement officers—dead or alive, Black or White.


You have no respect for these flags—in fact, you demand that politicians censor these flags—though you have no understanding of these flags at all.


You don’t know what this flag is—though you claim that Black lives matter to you.


You don’t know what this flag is either—or care to know what it is.


You don’t realize that if the Republican President of the United States orders an invasion of the State of California—just as the Republican President of the United States ordered an invasion of Southern states in 1861—this flag will be censored immediately, and anyone who tries to display it again will be killed.


You definitely approve of local politicians replacing the First Confederate Flag with this flag, in our historical flags displays—though it has been done without our consent, and is historically inaccurate.


You have no idea that the same politicians who censor all of the Confederate flags you dislike so much will eventually censor this flag you like so much.


What exactly do you kids believe in?


The abolitionist movement

The women’s suffrage movement

The labor union movement

The conservation movement

The temperance movement

The civil rights movement

The American Indian movement

The feminist movement

The anti-nuclear movement

The environmental movement

#TakeDownTheFlag #TakeEmDownNOLA #BlackLivesMatter #MeToo #NeverAgain

Notice a difference?

The sociopolitical movements before this mindless Digital Age were truly movements.  Everyone had an opinion on them—and the opinions were as diverse as the individuals in the general population.

These social-media outbursts are not movements at all.

They are trendy slogans that are as mindless and meaningless as “Jesus Saves,” and “God Bless America.”

But because they are sold as meaningful movements to largely Generation-Y and Generation-Z smartphone addicts with no understanding of history, civics, or personal responsibility, they are especially subversive and dangerous outbursts—and therefore destructive.

And the only way we can prevent the destruction of our world is to rid ourselves of our cellphones and smartphones, and close our Facebook and Twitter accounts.

The only way we can prevent the destruction of our world is to limit the Digital-Age technology in our lives.



During the Great Depression, Marian Anderson was prohibited from singing at Constitution Hall, in Washington, D.C., by the Daughters of the American Revolution—because she was colored.  First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt resigned from the DAR—then arranged for Marian Anderson to sing in front of the Lincoln Memorial, instead.



In 1940, Hattie McDaniel was a Best Supporting Actress Academy Award nominee for her role as “Mammy” in the 1939 production of “Gone with the Wind”.

Colored people were prohibited from entering the Los Angeles hotel where the awards ceremony was held, but the hotel made an exception for Hattie McDaniel.  It allowed her to attend the ceremony—though she had to sit at a table across the room from the tables where the whites sat.  Hattie McDaniel graciously accepted the Best Supporting Actress Academy Award however, stating that she hoped to be a credit to her race.



The majority of abolitionists in the 19th century were whites who simply didn’t want blacks around—enslaved or free.

In all Northern states, blacks were segregated from whites—and some, like Indiana, kept blacks out entirely.



My Grandma Mayo, who was raised in Ohio, encountered some uppity Southern women once—the kind of Southern women who gave all Southern women a bad name.  

They asked her a question about a train’s schedule, and she replied, “That colored lady said…”

“We don’t call a colored woman a ‘lady,'” they interrupted.



My Grandma Mayo also told me of a restaurant in New York that didn’t take kindly to recent desegregation laws.

The waitress served the black man and his wife—but in the rudest, noisiest manner.

She slammed their plates onto the table, and abruptly walked away.



My German friend, Mr. Vogel, wanted to register to vote in Alabama, after moving there from Wisconsin.

He was told he’d have to pay a poll tax to register to vote.

“Why?” he asked.

“To keep the niggers down,” was the reply.

Mr. Vogel refused to pay a poll tax for a reason like that—he waited until poll taxes were prohibited, before he registered to vote in Alabama.


You can put those BLACK LIVES MATTER signs down, Generation Y.  And you can show some appreciation for the fact that you’ve never truly suffered a day in your privileged lives.  And you can show some respect for your ancestors—and your elders—who have.


ME TOO, Generation Y?

My Grandma Mayo’s Aunt Pearl told of her mother—an orphan in Ohio.

At one point, Aunt Pearl’s mother, Lizzie, was staying with a woman who had three sons.  This woman’s three sons bullied Lizzie, a great deal—verbally and emotionally.

But whenever Lizzie reported this abuse to their mother, their mother accused Lizzie of lying—and sided with her sons, without ever even questioning them.

Eventually, Lizzie was adopted by a more understanding and loving foster mother.


ME TOO, Generation Y?

My Grandma Mayo was actually born in Nashville.

But her father died, not long after she was born.  

Her sixteen-year-old mother, Nonnie, had to take her newborn daughter all the way back home to Akron, Ohio—because she didn’t have the means to raise her by herself.


ME TOO, Generation Y?

Nonnie and Pearl had a sister named Polly.

I have a photograph of my Great-Great Aunt Polly that was taken shortly before she died—she was a beautiful young woman.

Polly died in childbirth—at age eighteen.

Needless to say, her husband was heartbroken.


ME TOO, Generation Y?

My Grandma Mayo was “pro-choice”, and I didn’t agree with her on that point.

But her opinion was completely understandable.

Louise—a beautiful cousin of her husband’s—got pregnant, out of wedlock.

In those days, an unwed woman who got pregnant was often treated like trash—while the man who impregnated her was often treated with impunity.

As was so often the case, in those days, the father of Louise’s unborn child disappeared—and Louise was faced with the stigma every abandoned, unwed mother faced.

Louise panicked, and attempted to abort the child.

She and her unborn child died in the attempt.


ME TOO, Generation Y?

During the War between the Confederate States and the United States—and especially during the “Reconstruction”, a brutal occupation in which the people of the vanquished Confederate States were denied their constitutional rights for twelve years—Southern women, black and white, were brutally raped by Union troops and Union League terrorists, on a constant basis.


ME TOO, Generation Y?

On March 25, 1911, 145 young women—mostly teenaged immigrants who didn’t speak English—burned to death at the Triangle Shirtwaist Company factory in New York City.

Women died in Northern factories often—this was just one of the worst of such tragedies.

In fact, the majority of factory workers in Northern U.S. cities were orphans and unwed women, in those days.

And the factory owners and managers—most of them Jewish men—couldn’t care less.


You can put those ME TOO signs down, Generation Y.  And you can show some appreciation for the fact that you’ve never truly suffered a day in your privileged lives.  And you can show some respect for your ancestors—and your elders—who have.