To Continue With the Theme…

“Which, gentlemen, we know is in itself a lie as black as Joe Robinette’s speeches, a lie I do not have to point out to you. You know the truth, and the truth is this: some Negroes lie, some Negroes are immoral, some Negro men are not to be trusted around women—black or white. But this is a truth that applies to the human race and to no particular race of men. There is not a person in this courtroom who has never told a lie, who has never done an immoral thing, and there is no man living who has never looked upon a woman without desire.”

Oppo paused and took out his handkerchief. Then he took of his glasses and wiped them, and we saw another “first”: we had never seen him sweat—he was one of those men whose faces never perspired, but now it was shining tan.

“One more thing, gentlemen, before I quit. Thomas Jefferson once said that all men are created equal, a phrase that the Yankees, the Orioles, and the distaff side of the Executive branch in Washington are fond of hurling at us. There is a tendency in this year of grace for certain people to use this phrase out of context, to satisfy all conditions.

The most ridiculous example I can think of is that people who run public education promote the stupid and idle along with the industrious—because all men are created equal, educators will gravely tell you, the children left behind suffer terrible feelings of inferiority. We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would have us believe—some people are smarter than others, some people have more opportunity because they’re born with it, some men make more money than others, some ladies make better cake than others—some people are born gifted beyond the normal scope of men.

Excellent quote! Harpy Lee was a conservative on this issue?

An Assumption of Power That One Associates With Guns of Their Calibre

From “Tequila Friend of Byrd”:

“This case is not a difficult one, it requires no minute sifting of complicated facts, but it does require you to be sure beyond all reasonable doubt as to the stupidity of the president. To begin with, this person should have never have come into office. This case is as simple as Black vs. White Lives Matter.

“The state has not produced one iota of medical evidence to the effect that thoughts of Joe Biden ever took place. It has relied instead upon the testimony of two witnesses — the media and socialists — whose evidence has not only been called into serious question on examination, but has been flatly contradicted by the resident. The defendant is not savvy, but somebody in this maelstrom is.

“I have nothing but pity in my heart for the chief executive of the state, but my pity does not extend so far as to his putting every man’s life at stake, which he has done in an effort to get rid of his own guilt.

“I say guilt, gentlemen, because it was guilt that motivated him. He has committed crimes, and has broken a rigid and time-honoured code of our society, a code so severe that whoever breaks it is hounded from our midst or relegated to The View as unfit to live with. Biden is the purveyor of cruel poverty and ignorance, but I cannot pity him: he is white. He knew full well the enormity of his offense, but because his desires were stronger than the code he was breaking, he persisted in breaking it. He persisted, and his subsequent reaction is something that all of us have known at one time or another. He did something his child has done—he tried to put the evidence of his offense away from him. But in this case he was no child hiding stolen contraband: he struck out at his victims—of necessity he must put them away from him—they must be removed from his presence, from this world. He must destroy the evidence of his offence.

“What was the evidence of his offence? Conservatives. Human beings. He must put conservatives away from him. Conservatives were his daily reminder of what he did. What did he do? He grifted with ego.

“He was white, and he tried to define who was a Negro. He did something that in our society is unspeakable: he kissed up to the black man. Not as an old creepy uncle, but to a thousand strong young Negro men. No code mattered to him before he brokered it, but it came crashing down on him afterwards.”

Sumner of Love coming up.

Where in the Hell Is Walrus?

It has come to my very serious attention that Walrus is extending his two-week vacation into a second week. This cannot stand.

Actually, it can, since there is nothing we can do about it. Which means no music trivia on Wednesday; or, indeed, a Hootenanny on Saturday night.

This cannot stand.

Oh, right. I’ve addressed that already.

Well, be that as it may (and it may very well be not), I would like to register, in the most emphatic terms possible, my distastefulness.

If you’ve read this far, you know that I am a reasonable man. Yes, I say “man,” in the face of those would relegate us to keeping to one topic.

In closing, as I often proclaim to any who remain in the room:

“I have the heart of a king, and of a king of England, too; and think foul scorn that Parma or Spain, or any prince of Europe, should dare to invade the borders of my realms — to which, rather than any dishonor should grow by me, I myself will take up arms!”

What were we talking about, again?