Wednesday October 01, 2014
April 27th, 2014
Last week CNN sparked a backlash with its headline, "Can the Klan Rebrand?" The network's story was a look at the Ku Klux Klan's efforts to distance itself from its reputation as a violence-inciting hate group in the wake of former Klan Grand Dragon Frazier Glenn Cross, also known as Frazier Glenn Miller, being charged in a shootiang spree that left three people dead at two Jewish facilities in Kansas.
President Barack Obama envisioned building a foreign-policy legacy in his second term: a nuclear deal with sanction-strapped Iran, an end to U.S. involvement in conflicts overseas, and a successful pivot to Asia, including a trans-Pacific trade pact.
There are few happier events than becoming a grandmother, and almost none that says quite so loudly "over the hill."
Ageism mixed with sexism is a toxic brew, but somehow tolerated. It's a joke, but not a funny one, that women age in dog years, which means that no male candidate will ever be as old as Hillary is now at 462.
Here's an important lesson for politicians and talk show hosts: Be careful whom you put on a pedestal. They might fall on you.
Yes, I'm referring to the saga of Cliven Bundy. I'm laughing too hard at the Nevada rancher's political cheerleaders to be shocked by his famously ignorant slavery remarks.
So, what have we learned from the Crazy Rancher Guy saga?
You have undoubtedly heard about Cliven Bundy of Nevada, who refuses to pay federal grazing fees for, um, grazing his cattle on federal land. When government agents, acting on a court order, tried to remove Bundy's cows, they were met by armed resisters. The agents wisely withdrew rather than risk bloodshed, and the resisters declared victory.
It appears that Cliven Bundy, the 68-year-old rancher and freeloader, doesn't reject only the federal government; he rejects history.
Bundy decided this week to tell us all what he knows "about the Negro."
Bundy was quoted by The New York Times as saying:
"The way to get big shots to change their behavior is to embarrass them."
I learned long ago to open my inbox with trepidation. A journalist is a magnet for complaints.
When a cranky anarchist in a cowboy hat starts a sentence saying "I want to tell you one more thing I know about the Negro," you can be dang sure it's going downhill from there.