Honor Thy Father And Mother - 'I Ain't Got No Father', But White Men Are Black Sexual Wannabees At Heart

No one asks 'Who's your Daddy' in Anacostia, one of Washington, DC's most dysfunctional inner cities because few people know.  The out-of-wedlock rate of the overall black population in America is seventy (70) percent, and the rate is even higher in ghettoes like Anacostia. 

Progressive sociologist Peterson Link of Duke University has noted that this statistic, as troublesome as it may seem to many, is simply the changing of the guard, in line with the radical reconfiguration of sexuality:

The American Black male, still much maligned as a social deviant, fathering children willy-nilly and taking no responsibility for them, is in fact part of a shifting of American culture.  What we have learned from the repositioning of sexuality, placing different options on a sliding gender spectrum, applies to a much wider realm.  

Just as transgender couples can live happily, productively, and harmoniously in a marriage without children; and just as feminists have challenged the very role of men and found them irrelevant to the modern sexual dynamic, so the Black family can do without fathers.  It is the social paradigm.  As usual and expected, the Black man leads the way towards a new, more essential world

Fr. James Herlihy, writing in Journal of the Holy See, has taken exception to his notion, arguing strongly that the nuclear family, the family of Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, has been the cornerstone of civilization since its beginning, the social foundation on which all larger social institutions are modeled.  'The family,' said Father Herlihy, 'represents respect, honor, discipline, love, compassion, and sharing - an indispensable unit; and once it is disassembled, the rest of society will follow.'

There is one fact overlooked by these spokesmen of opposing opinions - most white men are black wannabees.  They feel tethered to a social-religious construct which denies the natural biological imperative - to spread their seed - tied to one old woman for decades in a spiritless, empty marriage while longing for sexual release. 

White men are stymied by some abstract Judeo-Christian ethic while the black man, in touch with his tribal past, roams free.  However much such sexual abandon might threaten white society, it is simply the ethos and central principle of the black community.  What it would be like to have ten baby mommas and their children everywhere! 

 

This approach-avoidance syndrome generates  both white jealous hatred, and indifference to inherent social dysfunction. 

Pharoah Jones was the Anacostia kingpin, a man of influence, unchallenged authority, and the model for African American success.  He was the head of a major drug distribution operation that had defied FBI and DEA investigation for years.  He had gone from marijuana to cocaine and heroin to Fentanyl and made millions all safely secured in offshore Aruban banks.  He had homes in Barbados, St. Juan, and of course in his home base on Martin Luther King Avenue, a fifteen-room mansion complete with Venetian marble, South African gold, Persian rugs, and French crystal.  

He had bought all in one package, thanks to his purveyor and confidant LaShonda Perkins.  She like Bernard Berenson who assembled an eclectic collection of the best of the world's art for Isabela Stewart Gardner, went on a shopping spree the likes of which the black community had never seen. His home in the heart of Anacostia was a fitting residence for such a successful man. 

The home and its rich trappings were only one jewel in the crown,  His harem of black beauties was an even larger, brighter one. It rivaled any of Sultan Ahmed, the Ottoman emperor, the kings of the Gupta and Mauryan empires, and the Persian shahs.  The harem was not just his due for success, it was the symbol of black manhood. While the man on the street could not have a private bevy of women, he could have as many as he wanted, the more the better.  It was the black man's legacy and privilege. 

'Shameless', said Archer Lane, DD and pastor of the Westmoreland Church of Christ, the most widely-attended church in one of Washington's most solidly white, working class neighborhoods. While his colleagues in Bethesda and Chevy Chase preached about the new, inclusive zeitgeist and the coming utopian black brotherhood of man, Lane hammered on about Biblical injunction, fidelity, the Flight to Egypt, and the absolute sanctity of marriage and the nuclear family. 

Anything else was 'savage', he said - a thinly-veiled reference to black sexual abandon - and must be tamed, brought within the fold, to sail on the mainstream, to be moored in a civilized harbor. 

Yet Lane was one of these men who dreamt of the lovely Amanda Wright, the young woman with the angelic voice singing in the front row of the choir; or Mrs. Harper Blanding, newly widowed at forty-five, lusciously plump and ripe for picking; or...

Here he stopped himself.  This closeted sexual desire was distracting, diverting him from Jesus; and yet there it was, undeniable, niggling, and impossible to ignore.  Savage those black men might be, but oh, how he wished he could guiltlessly cavort like them!

Pharoah Jones admired the so-called Big Men of Africa - Mobuto, Idi Amin, Bokassa, Kagame, and all the rest - men of limitless power and unlimited women.  As autocratic as they might be, they were drawn from the same stock as the common man for whom sexual activity, diversity, and regularity was the norm. Pharoah likened himself to the Big Men.  Both ruled with power and authority. Both enjoyed the wealth and prestige they deserved, both had harems of beautiful women, and the men they ruled were as devotedly sexual as they. 

The Great Cultural Divide - it is no less than a chasm in America.  Yes, the ghetto is a crime-ridden, drug-addled place with prison time more common than playtime; where unemployment, truancy, and social indifference are the rule not the exception. However, the real difference between white and black America is the baby mommy syndrome; and while white conservatives insist that it is at the heart of social dysfunction, neither progressives nor black leaders disclaim it.  A cultural issue say inclusivity activists.  Whatever, say men on MLK Avenue. 

Such progressive idealism would be tenable if this 'cultural integrity' remained in bounds; but when fatherless teenagers riot, go out in the streets in packs, and extend violence into white communities, its premise is challenged. 

Billions of dollars have been poured into the inner cities with relatively little impact.  Intended to provide assistance to black families and help them rise up from poverty and out of trouble, it has only entitled them with no accountability.  No one especially black community leaders have demanded that inner city communities man up, take responsibility, join the mainstream, and be American.  So, the social disfunction, fatherless children and baby mommas are both endemic problems and larger social ones.  The social disorder spread from the ghetto to the larger community is a function of this social dysfunction. 

Live and let live is simply not tenable; but it will take decades to erase the notion entirely and insist on the introduction of white, middle class morality.  The ethos is both solidly entrenched in the black community and fostered and promoted by white liberalism.  A perfect storm. 

Received Wisdom - Donald Trump And The Addling Of The Mediocre Mind

Esta Grand liked to talk about 'modernity' and the downfall of America and launched into a screed about Elon Musk's racism, the seminal, forward-looking nature of transgenderism, the insights and profound principles of Joe Biden, and the horrifying, bullying nature of the high-tech billionaires who were foisting AI on the country to create a rich man's club that far outdistanced the International Jewish Conspiracy for its deceitful, insurrectionist designs. 

Nothing stopped the woman once she got going, a thuddingly boring pedant who couldn't wait to share her obvious truths with the rest of the guests sitting around the dinner table.  A smile here and an 'As Bob rightly said...' nod to dissidence, she was insufferable.  

Hammering on without an original thought in her head, a mighty wind of suppositions and received wisdom, she ruined the foie gras, spoiled the pot-au-feu, and wrecked the creme brulee. 

 

As she warmed up, her asides about Trump's low-brow, smarmy, anti-Americanism became more wrought, febrile, and fantastical.  His wrestling event, the arch, the reflecting pool, the ballroom were all examples of his idiocy and his dangerously seditious mind.  She flailed at his wars.  

He was killing innocent Iranians to enrich his cronies with oil wealth, murdering Palestinian children to support the savage, occupying regime of Israel, ready to bomb Cuba the only country in the hemisphere with generous social services for its people, and deporting millions of needy asylees to return to the gulags they fled. 

Esta paused for a moment to catch her breath.  Her complaisant, nodding, silent husband could only smile at what was a soaring aria, the plaintive but angry convictions of a saintly woman. 

The guests, off their food thanks to her increasingly bellowing accusations, shuffled in their chairs, wondering when the woman would stop; but they had hours to go before she was finished.  There was no end to her fury, he adamantine purpose, and her wild assumptions.  

If the guests had not been so hammered by this fool, they might have seen it as the grand guignol that it was, full of Sturm und Drang.  They might have been impressed by the full tidal bore of her hatred, that rush of venomous bile - the performance was indeed quite something - but they just sat and waited for the fury to end. 

Dinners were usually ordinary, predictable affairs at the Fentons who were gracious, accommodating hosts who set a good table - the foie gras-to-Camembert meals were always appreciated - so the guests were taken aback by the unhinged episode unfolding before them. 

At first they thought that with a few nominal, polite nudges from others, she might turn to other matters; but they couldn't have been more wrong. It was a miserable, frightful evening. 

So, back to 'modernity' which Esta obviously thought was a new idea, a new concept, a catch-all notion that captured the horrendously awry zeitgeist of Trump's America.  She rambled among bits of the Enlightenment, Ancient Greece, the Founding Fathers and the gross insolent ignorance of the American electorate, and made no sense at all.  

Yet, for her the idea not only had traction but salience.  It was the essential go-to idea of all, the one overarching theme that encapsulated the 'boobocracy' of Donald Trump and his sycophantic followers. 

'When will you make an end?'' shouted an exasperated Pope Julius to Michelangelo, high up on a scaffold near the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel putting final touches on God; and the patient, respectful group around the dining room table sympathized.  When would the woman shut up?

It was not meant to be.  Esta was on a roll; but just like a good preacher, skilled in the variations of a good sermon - quietly intimating, imploring, then accusing the congregation with fiery admonitions - Esta adjusted her napkin ring, took a sip of Chardonnay, and smiled. 'It is hope for the future that fills my heart', she said. 'A verdant, peaceful, congenial place of shared values and aspirations without anger or resentment.  If we all just pull together and...'

This was more than Anton Mills could stand.  He had patiently suffered through Esta's harangues, lectures, and flailing summations; but this little homily took the cake. It was the last straw, the hole in the dike, the final calamitous howl of a blowhard. 

 'Excuse me' he said, but there was no holding her back.  She didn't even notice the empty chair and the half-drunk glass of wine that Anton had left.   

Anton stayed in the bathroom more than any healthy person would hoping that by the time he returned to the table, the woman would have finished, but she was still at it, whaling away at Trump, Musk, Bezos, Huang and all the other 'predacious, greedy despots claiming patriotism'. 

It is hard to imagine that this same scene could be playing out in other homes in this leafy upscale neighborhood of Washington, that there could be any one else like Esta Grand, but the neighborhood was in lockstep in their adamant progressivism. To a person they were climate change activists, champions of the black man, promoters of gays and lesbians, advocates for open borders, and for the immediate demission of the demon of 1700.  

One would think that in such a tight, closed band of neighborhood brothers there would be any need to yell and scream about the President; but there it was on Albemarle Street, Davenport Street, and Ellicott Street at that very moment. 

Princeton Sociologist Harper Braun noted:

This phenomenon, a neo-Orwellian groupthink, has a far more insidious character, for it comes from within.  There is no Big Brother enforcing political uniformity.  As a class, the residents of communities like University Park, have created this internal rage themselves. Feeding off each other, they become progressively insular, angry, and implacable in their beliefs.  Reason, moderation, sense and sensibility out the window. 

 

Anton Mills thanked God that she had finally stopped talking and he could say his adieus and make his way home; but it would take more than a good night's sleep to rid him of the aftereffects of the evening's bludgeoning. 

 He had kept his own counsel and said nothing in response to Esta Grand's increasingly outrageous claims - he had promised his wife to keep the peace - but perhaps a good drubbing was exactly what the woman needed.  

Coming from University Park and so immured in a rabid progressivism, she had never met anyone who disagreed with her, let alone a political conservative, and God forbid anyone who gave the current President any respect. So a good whopping might do the trick - shut up this abominable bore and liberate dinner parties from her scourge. 

But he pulled up, drank more of the Chardonnay that he should have, imagined busty Annabelle from Accounting, and dreamt of swimming in the Caribbean; but such was the awful battering he was taking, that even those pleasant thoughts had no effect. 

It has a name - Trump Derangement Syndrome or TDS - but that did no justice to the particular frenzy of Esta Grand who was a bolus of unhinged, insufferable hatred.  It defined her, it characterized her, it was her indelible meme.  It was terrible. 

It is hard to imagine such unmoored, wild animus for the Republican President Eisenhower or even the quietly patrician and patriotic George H.W. Bush, and observers have looked for answers but come up with none. 

Was it culture? A bourgeois, lowbrow, thug? Was it one-of-a-kind, never seen before circus clown, not 'acting presidential'? Or was it simply that he finally and once and for all called out the faux idealism, self-assuredness, and bombastic righteousness of the Left? 

All of the above, most likely, but the event at the Fenton household was indeed something to see, hopefully never to be repeated, but sadly not so. 

Idealism - The Faint, Bleeding Heart Of American Liberalism

American liberals are quick to say that the country is in deep trouble - not that it is beset by racial division, inner city dysfunctionality, and a feral, punishingly partisan, venal, and obstructionist Congress but because its ideals have been doubted, its march to a more verdant, compassionate, peaceful, and harmonious world blunted, and its hopes for Utopia stymied. 

Most of the rest of the world is far less sanguine about its chances.  Europe has been through two recent devastating world wars, and throughout its history countries, clans, and regions have been almost perennially in battle.  The Mongol onslaught, The Hundred Years War, the War of the Roses, the Napoleonic Wars, the Franco-Prussian Wars are only some of the conflicts seen on the continent.  The French and Russian revolutions, the monumental upsetting of civil order by the Soviet Union, and the constant struggles for national sovereignty and expansionist hegemony have been common. 

China throughout its dynastic history has been a country at war - savage, brutal conflicts to decide rule, territorial control, and ethnic dominance. Successive Japanese shogunates have battled for imperial power for over a thousand years.  Africa after independence has become an unrulable, uncivil place with civil war, harsh, interminable dictatorships, and savage tribalism. 

It is not surprising that Europeans, Asians, and Africans are bemused by the optimism and idealism of America.  They know the lessons of history - history repeats itself over and over again and humankind is acquisitive, territorial, and violent. 

The Shakespearean critic Jan Kott wrote that if the Bard's Histories were laid down in chronological order, they would be chronicles of the same, predictable, repetitive events - palace plots, murders, and coups; wars, civil conflicts, brutal leadership, and perennial conflict.  Only the actors change, and they in their marvelous diversity, are at the center of his plays.  Richard III, Macbeth, Titus Andronicus and their women have all been of the same ilk but fascinatingly different.  Goneril, Regan, Tamora, Dionyza, and Volumnia are all have the same indomitable will and hunger for power. 

Europeans are waking up to a radical remake of their societies and culture as millions of Muslims have been let in under permissive immigration policies and are now insular, restive, hostile, and radical.  Yet no European can say that any Utopian dream has been shattered, or that progress towards a more equitable, generous world has been blunted.  This is the way European history has always been - one group always wanting what another has and is willing to fight for their share. 

There is no political group more blind to and dismissive of history than the American Left.  Progressivism by its very name suggests progress, the inevitable path to a better world.  Yet nowhere in history has any country, regime, or empire ever come close to creating such an idealistic place.  The closest mankind came was Pax Romana, a long period of Roman control of the vast territories of its empire. Such complete, authoritarian, and autocratic rule kept the peace - no breaches of Roman hegemony were allowed. 

Yet this was not the Utopia that American progressives look to for inspiration, for it was colonialism writ large.  Rome was an occupying force which maintained power through might, intimidation and collusion. 

The Cold War was another period of peace, for it was an example of the only other modality to geopolitical reserve.  The Soviet Union and the United States had thousands of nuclear weapons aimed at each other, and fear of nuclear holocaust kept them in their silos. 

American liberals refuse to look at history's principal lesson - wars, military might, and the permanent desire for control are common to all eras and generations.  Wars only stop when one side wins, there is a standoff, or one side has managed complete dominance.  There is no such thing as human peace, only settlement. 

The American Left has made the now-discredited climate change the centerpiece of their political philosophy. Any and all means to slow or stop global warming must be used so that the world can achieve its potential as a heavenly place - acres of forests, glades, wetlands, and woodlands.  Other countries, particular America's adversaries, Russia and China think differently.  

China absolutely, unequivocally must acquire the natural resources for the production of energy - key to continuing economic growth and geopolitical dominance. It is not the fate of the Earth which concerns them, but the fate of China. 

These same countries looked at the social agenda of the Biden Administration with glee.  Its policy of diversity, equity, inclusivity, and identity politics drove the nation apart rather than brought it together around a central, universal ethos.  There was no Confucianism at the heart of the American Republic, no guiding moral philosophy; nor was there any hearkening to an imperial past, the history of civilizing empire.  There is nothing concentric about America, just individual groups divided by race, gender, and ethnicity fighting for recognition and their share of the pie. 

Such fanciful, anti-historical myopia bled over into Republican administrations.  The neo-cons of the Bush administration believed in American exceptionalism and that just wars to promote democracy and capitalism are worthy enterprises.  No Machiavelli or Kissinger realpolitik for them.  Good was at stake, idealism once more to the fore. 

Modern Russia and China are on the contrary committed Machiavellian nations. Wars are fought only when a clear self interest is at stake - territory, resources, populations - not some idealistic notion of goodness. 

Donald Trump has joined the group and has dismissed exceptionalism in favor of self-interest; and that amoral stance, that conviction that wars are inevitable and must always be fought places America in the best geopolitical position possible. 

American liberals today have gone beyond simple historical ignorance.  Their idealism has led them into untenability.  They have ignored history, culture, and society and claimed that the black man, sentient superior being of the African forest, attuned to nature and the environment and endowed with a special, intuitive greatness is the model for modern society and must be helped to rise to the pinnacle of world culture.  This despite the tribal primitivism of Africa, the dysfunctionality of the inner city and the bottom-dwelling socio-economic indicators of the African diaspora on any scale. 

These same liberals have insisted that heterosexuality is merely a cultural choice, and that there exists a gender spectrum on which are found hundreds of distinct sexualities.  Reproduction is fungible, mothers and fathers have been replaced by 'gestational influencers' - completely insane attempt to reconfigure biological reality. 

They cling to socialism as the modality of progress when it has failed miserably everywhere.  Redistribution of wealth has always led to a decline in productivity and assured more poverty not less.  Yet because socialism hinges on a strong central government - the kindly caretaker of the people -liberals have embraced it. 

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Perhaps Americans cannot rid themselves of such fairytale idealism; perhaps it is in their history of Manifest Destiny, Westward Expansion, the expeditious settlement of lands from coast to coast, and heroic victory in WWII.  Or in Calvinism, Puritanism, and Protestant fundamentalism. 

In any case the Trump revolution will do much to send such fantastical, idealistic liberalism to the political margins, but history has shown it will not go away. It has become endemic, part of the national character, deeply embedded and permanent.