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HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PENSACOLA’S FIVE-FLAGS DISPLAYS

HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PART 1

HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PART 2

HISTORY, CIVICS, AND PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY PART 3

SOMETHING I’VE LEARNED SINCE NOVEMBER, 1985

Fortunately, people don’t take you seriously if they think you’re just crazy.

Unfortunately, people don’t take you seriously if they think you’re just crazy.

UNITE IN A COMMON PURPOSE—NOW

I do not expect you to agree with everything I say.

That should not surprise you.

Occasionally, when I ask someone if he or she has visited my blog, he or she will make it very clear that he or she does not agree with everything I say on my blog.

There would be something wrong with you if you agreed with everything I ever said.

This mindless Digital-Age technology—particularly social media—is perpetuating a myth that everyone is supposed to agree with everyone else.

That has never been the case.

Understand—I do not expect you to agree with everything I say.

I only hope that you will consider everything I say.

Americans have got to put their disagreements aside, and agree to save their country from its self-destruction.

For that matter, human beings have got to put their disagreements aside, and agree to save their world from its self-destruction. 

Our country is doomed unless we unite in a common purpose—now.

Our world is doomed unless we unite in a common purpose—now. 

DISGUISING NONFICTION AS FICTION IS ALWAYS OKAY—DISGUISING FICTION AS NONFICTION IS NEVER OKAY

My fiction-writing instructor at the University of South Alabama, James P. White, taught us that the best fiction was nonfiction in disguise.

And there is never any moral or ethical problem with disguising nonfiction as fiction.

But what if a writer disguises fiction as nonfiction?

There is definitely a problem with that.

Many people may consider Michael Wolff’s Fire and Fury to be a work of fiction disguised as nonfiction.

It is not, in my opinion—though it may have some inaccuracies, as every book ever written arguably has.

And Michael Wolff makes it very clear, from the very beginning of his book, that much of his information is secondhand information.

Yet even if you believe that Michael Wolff’s book is entirely a work of fiction—you should be aware that there are many other such books.

And some works that are considered among the greatest ever written are simply works of fiction disguised as nonfiction—in fact, propaganda pieces full of lies.

Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address is one of these—and even moreso is Mitch Landrieu’s now famous speech he claimed to give for the people of New Orleans, though the people of New Orleans were not even allowed into the building to hear that speech.

Yet one book that has been reasonably proven to be a work of fiction disguised as nonfiction is The Diary of a Young Girl—attributed to Anne Frank.

If you want a less controversial, more proven example of a work of fiction disguised as nonfiction, there’s Night, by Elie Wiesel.

Even Elie Wiesel himself went back and forth on the fiction or nonfiction of this masterful work of Zionist propaganda—and was condemned for it, face-to-face, by a Hasidic Rabbi.

It is no coincidence that Zionist Traitor Nimrata Randhawa Haley quotes Wiesel often, in saying that we should always choose a side.  That’s all she has ever done—and that’s all Elie Wiesel ever did.

Fair play seeks what is right—not who is right.

Fair play is synonymous with justice—justice seeks what is right, not who is right.

And truth seeks what is right—not who is right.

Works of fiction disguised as nonfiction have fueled some terrible atrocities.

Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address—a work of fiction disguised as nonfiction—fueled an atrocity.

Otto Frank’s The Diary of a Young Girl—a work of fiction disguised as nonfiction—fueled an atrocity that is ongoing.

Elie Wiesel’s Night—a work of fiction disguised as nonfiction—fueled an atrocity that is ongoing.

Nimrata Randhawa Haley’s June 22, 2015, speech—a work of fiction disguised as nonfiction—fueled an atrocity that is ongoing.

And Mitch Landrieu’s celebrated speech—a work of fiction disguised as nonfiction—fueled an atrocity that is ongoing.

It is never a problem to disguise nonfiction as fiction.

But it is always a problem to disguise fiction as nonfiction.

As a writer, you have as much of a moral and ethical responsibility as any other kind of artist.

Always remember this.

FOR ME, IT’S THE OPPOSITE

Everything really matters, no one can see,

Everything really matters, everything really matters to me…

RELUCTANT DEISM

God sees the truth, but waits.

God knows the truth, but waits.

God chooses not to intervene in this world.

Because God expects us to intervene in this world.

God chooses not to act as God in this world.

Because God expects us to act as God in this world.

God chooses not to do God’s work in this world.

Because God expects us to do God’s work in this world.

God chooses not to enforce God’s laws in this world.

Because God expects us to enforce God’s laws in this world.

And being humanity’s Creator in this world is the greatest burden of being human.

Being God in this world is the greatest burden of being man.

WHY I’M CRAZY

I’m crazy because I choose not to have a cellphone or smartphone.

I’m crazy because I choose not to have a Facebook or Twitter account.

I’m crazy because I literally use Digital-Age technology to condemn the Digital Age.

I’m crazy because I believe this Digital Age is the end of the world.

I’m crazy because I wear T-shirts with images and statements that bring awareness to timely and important issues and subjects.

I’m crazy because I care about the world outside my own, little life.

I’m crazy because I become more interested in the lives of others, as others become less interested in my life.

I’m crazy because I care what is right, not who is right.

I’m crazy because I care about anything at all.

I’m crazy because I bring politicians to task when they infringe on my rights or the rights of others.

I’m crazy because I bring corporations to task when they infringe on my rights or the rights of others.

I’m crazy because I bring private citizens to task when they infringe on my rights or the rights of others.

I’m crazy because I really do fight a never-ending battle for truth, justice—and what should be the American way.

I’m crazy because I choose to remain human, as my fellow human beings choose to become more and more inhuman.

I’m crazy because I choose not to be ignorant.

I’m crazy because I choose not to be apathetic.

I’m crazy because I choose not to be complacent.

I’m crazy because I choose not to be shallow.

I’m crazy because I hate self-righteousness more than anything else.

I’m crazy because I hate hypocrisy more than anything but self-righteousness.

I’m crazy because I hate shallowness more than anything but self-righteousness and hypocrisy.

I’m crazy because I’m determined to be fair, no matter what.

I’m crazy because I’m determined to be truthful, no matter what.

I’m crazy because I want to make America greater than ever—not just great again.

I’m crazy because I realize that a nation’s greatness lies in all of its capabilities—not just its military and economic ones.

I’m crazy because I realize that this posthumous extermination of the Confederate States of America is the greatest threat the United States of America has ever faced.

I’m crazy because I realize that my country’s support of the modern state of Israel is hurting the American people, not just the Palestinian people—and that in standing up for the rights of the Palestinian people, we stand up for the rights of the American people.

I’m crazy because the only political office in which I am the least bit interested is the presidency—not because I want to be president, but because I realize how urgently our country needs another independent president (we’ve had one before—his name was George Washington).

I’m crazy because I’m a proud independent voter who is trying his best to persuade as many Democratic voters as possible to abandon the Democratic Party—and as many Republican voters as possible to abandon the Republican Party.

I’m crazy because I’m a proud descendant of Confederate veterans who fought for neither slavery nor states’ rights—but simply to protect their homes and families from an overwhelmingly powerful, invading army.

I’m crazy because I realize that the only Americans who have the right to be here, simply because they were born here, are the Native Americans—that everyone else should prove their worthiness to remain here (they can stop taking their constitutional rights for granted, and stop taking their prosperity for granted).

I’m crazy because I know that the majority of federal land in the United States is being used for nothing but protection of native animals, after the native people have been removed from it—and that the only way our federal government can begin to set things right with the Native Americans is to return all that federal wildlife refuge land to the Native Americans of all tribes.

I’m crazy because I know that historical flags and monuments need to stay up—and that the only things that need to come down in this country are cell towers.

I’m crazy because I want my fellow human beings to get rid of their cellphones and smartphones—and be human again.

I’m crazy because I want my fellow human beings to close their Facebook and Twitter accounts—and be human again.

I’m crazy because I know that the more I lose, the less I have to lose.

I’m crazy because the more shit happens, the more I am willing to do to prevent more shit from happening.

I’m crazy because I know that I will eventually have a heart attack, a stroke, or a very bad accident—and all I ask of my Creator is that I don’t survive it.

I’m crazy because I would rather die an honest-to-God martyr than a patient in a nursing home who doesn’t even know who he is.

I’m crazy because there is nothing in this world I hate more (not even self-righteousness, hypocrisy, or shallowness) than this time—this Goddamned Digital Age.

I’m crazy because I realize the only way to escape a time is to die—and I so look forward to my death, for this reason.

I’m crazy because I choose not to go along with the mindless, Digital-Age herd.

I’m crazy because I choose to become more and more mindful, as those around me become more and more mindless.

I’m crazy because I don’t support censorship—I oppose censorship.

I’m crazy because I don’t oppose freedom of speech—I support freedom of speech.

I’m crazy because I know that my message is more important than I.

I’m crazy because I know that my message is more important than my life.

I’m crazy because I choose not to be stupid.

And I’d rather be crazy than stupid.


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