What a beautiful flag—too bad it represents something so hideous.

What a beautiful flag—too bad it represents something so hideous.



Though the term, politically correct, was coined in 1936, the term, political correctness, wasn’t coined until 1990.

And we can be reasonably sure that the term, politically correct, wasn’t generally used until 1990 either.

The term, sexual harassment, was coined in 1975.  But it wasn’t used much until the early 1990s.

The term, anti-Semitism, was coined in 1882, by Zionist Jews, to silence all critics of Zionism—even Jewish ones.  If one was opposed to Zionism—and later the Zionist State of Israel—one was labeled, anti-Semitic, indicating that he or she was necessarily opposed to Jews, even if he or she was Jewish.

The term, transsexual, was coined in 1957, as a purely clinical term.

The term, transgender, or transgendered, was coined in 1979—also as a purely clinical term.

When did mass shootings, including school shootings, become a thing—a regular occurence?

In the late 1990s.

When did sexual harassment become a weaponized word used by women to falsely accuse any men to whom they were not attracted, but who were attracted to them?

In the early 1990s.

What happened in the same year that the term, political correctness, was coined?

When did the term, transsexual, fall out of use, and the term, transgender, or transgendered, become more than a clinical term?

When was (where guilt is present) added to homosexuality in the list of psychosexual disorders—and when was homosexuality censored from that list, altogether?

When was gender-identity disorder censored from the list of psychosexual disorders, altogether?

When was psychoanalysis replaced with cognitive behavioral therapy?

When was psychiatric healthcare replaced with behavioral healthcare?

When were the terms, sociopath, and, psychopath, censored from the psychological lexicon?

When was the term, mentally retarded replaced with the terms, developmentally disabledintellectually challenged, and even special.

When were the mentally ill condescendingly assigned the meaningless term, consumers?

How did negro become colored, colored become black, and black become African-American—when in fact most Americans of African descent are no more African-American than most Americans of European descent are European-American, or most Americans of Asian descent are Asian-American?

Why is it Black Lives Matter, not Black Lives Matter Too?

Why are the black lives taken by white law-enforcement officers the only black lives that matter to Black Lives Matter—and why does Black Lives Matter viciously take the black lives of blacks who don’t agree with it?

Why was it called the Feminist Movement, not the Humanist Movement—or the Equality Movement?

Why do those who consider all capital punishment murder never consider any abortion homicide?

Why has the Civil Rights Movement been so effective, and the Feminist Movement so ineffective?

When did slavery become human trafficking?

When did rape become sexual assault?

What is the meaning of selfiefoodiepeeps, and other meaningless, cutesy words?

What the hell is LGBT(Q)(I)(A)?

And what the hell is #MeToo?

Those who think everything is a conspiracy are mistaken.

Those who think nothing is a conspiracy—that there are no conspiracies—are far more mistaken.

Of all the conspiratorial terms listed above, the only one whose conspiratorial purpose has always been blatantly obvious is anti-Semitism.

The conspiratorial purposes of most other weaponized words are far more subtle.  Yet these conspiratorial purposes—and consequences—must be examined by those who value truth.

Those who don’t value truth aren’t reading this post anyway.


This case against Scott Wesley Mayo was nol prossed (dismissed by the prosecution).

Your Honor:

These charges are both false and frivolous, because the accusations on which they are based are both false and frivolous.

The last time my uncle, Dr. Robert Cooper Pyle, spoke with me on the phone, he was returning a call I had made to him regarding my parents.  Both of my elderly parents had fallen, and my father seemed overwhelmed by the situation.  I called my Uncle Robert immediately, and asked him to speak with my father about calling an ambulance for himself and my mother.  Uncle Robert never answered his phone, but I left a voicemail, detailing my concerns to him.  And my Uncle Robert returned my call, and updated me on my parents’ condition.  Your Honor, that was the last time my Uncle Robert spoke with me on the phone—years ago.

And Your Honor, I cannot even remember when I last visited my Uncle Robert at his house—but that was years ago too.

Your Honor, on the night of August 15, 2017, I returned from an open mic of the West Florida Literary Federation at the Pensacola Cultural Center, only to find that my truck had been towed away from a parking lot across Government Street from Seville Quarter.

I had no cash in my wallet that night—since I had no cash at all, at that time.  And since I had no cellphone or smartphone (I choose not to have a cellphone or smartphone, because I choose to limit the Digital-Age technology in my life), I had to use a phone at Seville Quarter to call for a ride home, or for financial assistance for a ride home.  And the only reason I called my Uncle Robert that night was because I could only make local calls on Seville Quarter’s phones—and my Uncle Robert was my closest living relative.  I first called my friend—but my friend could not drive at night, and his son was out of town.  When I called my Uncle Robert then, he could have answered his phone, even to tell me not to call him again—even to tell me to go to hell.

But he never did, Your Honor—I could only leave a message, or messages, on his answering machine.  I gave him the number of the Seville Quarter club from which I was calling, and asked him to return my call.  I waited at least thirty minutes, but he never returned my call—and he never answered his phone.

Your Honor, I had no way of knowing if anyone was even home at my Uncle Robert’s residence that night—because no one at his residence ever answered the phone.  And I had no way of knowing what my Uncle Robert’s schedule was—or his family’s schedule was—because no one from his residence had contacted me for years.  Your Honor, I had no way of even knowing, with absolute certainty, that my Uncle Robert was still living at that residence in Gulf Breeze—because no one ever answered the phone.   

Your Honor, even if my Uncle Robert simply did not want to answer the phone that night—no matter what—he could have called me the next day, and spoken with me about my call of the night before.  But he never did that either.

Your Honor, my Uncle Robert did not take the time to simply answer his phone on the night of August 15, 2017—or return my call, or calls—but he took the time to call the Gulf Breeze Police Department, and lie to a police officer about me, his nephew.

And my Uncle Robert did lie to Officer Weiers that night, Your Honor—several times.  And the most malicious lie my Uncle Robert told Officer Weiers was that he had told me not to call him on his phone.  Your Honor, my Uncle Robert has never told me not to call him on his phone—he has never told me that, any time in my life.

Your Honor, my uncle, Dr. Robert Cooper Pyle, could have simply answered his phone on the night of August 15, 2017.  But he never did—just as he never told me why, at least six months before, he had blocked his phone without ever taking any of my calls, or returning any of my calls.

Your Honor, my uncle, Dr. Robert Cooper Pyle, who considers himself an upstanding Christian, violated the commandment, Thou shalt not commit adultery, decades ago—and divorced his wife, and married his illicit lover, instead of taking any responsibility for that violation.

And now, Your Honor, my uncle, Dr. Robert Cooper Pyle, has violated the commandment, Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.  And he persists in this violation, instead of taking any responsibility for this violation.

Your Honor, it is for these reasons that I am not guilty of these charges.  As mentioned, Your Honor, these charges are false—because the accusations on which they are based are false.

Your Honor, thank you for your time and consideration, in reading this statement—and in considering my position, in this dispute with my uncle, Dr. Robert Cooper Pyle.

Again, these charges are both false and frivolous, because the accusations on which they are based are both false and frivolous.

Scott Wesley Mayo

Sunday, April 29, 2018


The majority of Black (Negroid) Americans are not African Americans—they are Americans of African descent.

Their ancestors were African Americans.

The majority of White (Caucasoid) Americans are not European Americans—they are Americans of European descent.

Their ancestors were European Americans.

The majority of Yellow (Mongoloid) Americans are not Asian Americans—they are Americans of Asian descent.

Their ancestors were Asian Americans.

Same is true for specific nationalities—the majority of politicians who call themselves Indian Americans, like the Dishonorable Nikki R. Haley and the Dishonorable Ajit Pai, are not Indian Americans, they are Americans of Indian descent.

Politicians like those two bastards love to identify themselves as people of color when it is politically advantageous to them—and White when it is not.

Yet we’re all people of color—and people of the same color.

Just different shades of it.

Immigrants to the United States can validly call themselves African Americans, European Americans, Asian Americans, or Australian Americans—regardless of their races, ethnicities, or ancestral groups.

But their descendents cannot.

Immigrants to the United States can also validly call themselves Indian AmericansMexican AmericansChinese Americans, etc.

But their descendents cannot.

And the reason American Indians (a.k.a Red People) can validly call themselves Native Americans—anywhere in the Americas, not just in the United States—is that native refers to no specific geographical location.

The American Indians are Native Americans because they are native to the Americas.

Political correctness only pretends to be fair—it is never actually fair.

Americans of African descent are called African Americans, while Americans of European descent are just called whites—more by White Americans than Black Americans.

Indeed I suspect that the term African American was coined by White liberals, in the first place—so they could more easily manipulate, instigate, and exploit Black Americans.

Because that’s all White liberals—the worst of whom are Jews—ever do.

Manipulate, instigate, and exploit everyone else.

Donald Trump is President of the United States.

Yet it’s not President Trump who’s causing so much sociopolitical turmoil and chaos in the United States, it’s liberals—especially White liberals.

These smartphone addicts resist Trump, but do absolutely nothing to officially remove him from office.

These smartphone addicts resist Trump, though if they would have voted for Bernie Sanders in the 2016 Democratic primaries—instead of Hillary Clinton—they could have likely prevented Donald Trump’s presidency, in the first place.

And these smartphone addicts do absolutely nothing to prevent the Dishonorable Nikki R. Haley’s ascendancy to the Oval Office of the West Wing of the White House—because she censored a flag they didn’t like.

They fell for that—and they just keep falling for it.


This woman sure is hot, isn’t she?

This woman’s accusations have just led to a man’s suicide.

Kentucky State Representative Dan Johnson has just committed suicide because of what his widow calls a high-tech lynching.

This high-tech lynching was based primarily on accusations brought by a woman named Maranda Richmond.

Maranda Richmond accused Dan Johnson of molesting her when she was seventeen.  But because, at that time, Miss Richmond’s claim was so ambiguous—and her role in the alleged incident so questionable—authorities chose not to pursue charges against Mr. Johnson.

This year—all of a sudden—Maranda Richmond, now 21, restated her claims against Kentucky State Representative Dan Johnson, to some sort of investigative organization.  And she restated her claims far more aggressively—and with far more details.

Before Kentucky State Representative Dan Johnson committed suicide, he denied Maranda Richmond’s accusations—and he made some accusations of his own.

He accused Maranda Richmond of making these accusations for political reasons.  He said she was a strong supporter of Hillary Clinton last year, and that she very strongly disagreed with his views on abortion.  He indicated that this was an attack on his character made by Democrats who put Miss Richmond up to this—a character assassination made by Democrats against Kentucky State Representative Dan Johnson because he was a Republican.

I had to search, and search, and search for the name of Dan Johnson’s accuser—I wanted to see what this young lady looked like.

I had a hard time locating it—because Maranda Richmond went to so much trouble keeping her identity a secret, even though she’s a 21-year-old woman now.

But now that Kentucky State Representative Dan Johnson has killed himself because of Maranda Richmond’s claims—I feel that Maranda Richmond should answer to his claims.

I feel that this lovely, young lady owes Dan Johnson’s family—and the world—the truth.

Truth seeks what is right—not who is right.


H. K. Edgerton and the Pursuit of Truth

Mike Scruggs

August 19, 2005

“A few days ago I had lunch with H. K. Edgerton at Hannah Flanagan’s Pub in Hendersonville, North Carolina.  H. K., as almost everyone calls him, is a graying, 56-year-old African-American whose photo often appears in the news.  In fact, his photo was on the front page of The Asheville Tribune that very day.  What is remarkable to some is that very often he is carrying a Confederate Battle Flag, defending Confederate monuments or Confederate heritage.  H. K. is Chairman of the Board of Advisors for the Southern Legal Resource Center, but it would be a serious mistake to think that was all he is about.  He is very knowledgeable on a very wide variety of political and social issues.

“H. K. had the chicken wings, a favorite dish for him.  I had the shepherd’s pie.  One of the things I like about Hannah Flanagan’s is that they have a good choice of authentic Irish meals on their menu.  One of the things I like about H. K. is that he himself is an authentic Southern style, American patriot.

“H. K. is an energetic advocate of truth and right.  It might seem strange to some that a former NAACP officer speaks so fervently for Confederate heritage.  But H. K. is not bound by the chains of political correctness.  He is a zealous advocate of truth, wherever it is found and however unpopular.

“H. K.’s internal drive seems to be based on a strong belief in the transcendent and eternal truths taught in Scripture.  The outward manifestation of that faith is his zealous drive for truth in all things, including history.  His zeal for truth in all things often brings strong opposition, but he persists with courage and grace.  Truth is not a popularity contest to him.  He possesses that remarkable, all-weather brand of courage without which no other virtue can long survive.

“H. K. was using a cane that day.  He had just returned from Memphis where there has been a political attack on Southern heritage centering on Confederate monuments in Memphis parks.  During his travel through Tennessee he hurt his leg and back mowing a lady’s lawn.  That in itself is a portrait of H. K.  He is filled with a courageous zeal for truth, but he is the soul of grace, compassion, courtesy, and helpfulness.  He is in every respect the model of the Christian gentleman whose devotion to duty, honor, courage, grace, and selfless patriotism Robert E. Lee sought to instill in his students as Superintendent at West Point before the Civil War and as President of Washington and Lee after the war.

“H. K. and I talked about a lot of things from home-schooling, property rights, the Constitution, and the moral tailspin of American society to the tidal wave of illegal immigration that is engulfing the Carolinas and other Southern states.  He is saddened that many black leaders have chosen to preach victimhood and aggravate racial grievances in the name of justice and that so many white business and political leaders kowtow to them.  At the same time he mourns that most public schools have distorted Southern history so much that young students are ashamed of their Southern heritage.  Every day brings forth some new instance of the very descendents of Confederate soldiers and patriots trampling the honor and courage of their forefathers to the ground to gain respectability with the vicious slanderers of Southern heritage.  Such is the advanced state of political correctness even in the South.  Of course, political correctness is not about the truth.  It is about shouting down the truth, and it feeds on an environment of obsequious moral cowardice.  

“H. K. Edgerton doesn’t put on any righteous or self-important airs.  He is as human and vulnerable to human frailties as the rest of us, but somehow his extraordinary courage, grace, and a zeal for truth shine through.  A lot of people, both white folks and black folks and others as well, love and admire H. K.  He would probably make a great preacher, but his life is a pretty good sermon itself.  I wish we had about 50,000 teachers like him.  I would rest more comfortably about the future of our country.

“H. K. showed me a letter he had written to President Bush, asking for a meeting with him.  I know the letter was hand delivered to the President by a friend.  The President would do well to meet with H. K. and listen keenly to what he says.  I am sure the White House can fix up some chicken wings, and America would be far better for it.

“Postscript: September 10, 2009.  President George W. Bush never met with Edgerton who is now trying to meet with the current president.”

From The Un-Civil War: Shattering the Historical Myths

By Leonard M. (Mike) Scruggs



“Slavery is a part of world history, and it is an important part of American history.  But slavery is one of the subjects Americans cannot have a frank discussion about.  It is too wrapped in emotional, political, and ideological chains.  On the subject of slavery, many Americans, especially in the media and academia, have succumbed to a form of hysteria comparable to the Salem Witch Trials.  If you say anything that contradicts the usual, required extreme image of Southern slavery, you are likely to be shouted down without any consideration of the facts.  If you say anything that contradicts the heroic image of the ‘abolitionist’ movement in pre-Civil War and Reconstruction America, you are also likely to be shouted down without regard to the facts.  This leaves us in a dangerous intellectual, moral, and political straightjacket.  But if we value truth and freedom, we need to look at unadulterated and un-whitewashed truth no matter how loud the screaming.”

From The Un-Civil War: Shattering the Historical Myths

By Leonard M. Scruggs



“He loved the truth; he served God and country.  Let us go and do likewise.”

Dr. Charles Minnigerode, speaking of Jefferson Davis

December 11, 1889


“It is only the atheist who adopts success as a criterion of right.  It is not a new thing in the history of men that God appoints to the brave and true the stern task of contending, and falling, in a righteous quarrel.”

Rev. Robert L. Dabney

December, 1868


“We are living in an age of mandatory ignorance, rigid restrictions of thought and speech, and obligatory social and political lies.  If there is to be a real and lasting healing among races and regions in America, it must be based on a common recognition and understanding of truth.”

From The Un-Civil War: Shattering the Historical Myths

By Leonard M. Scruggs