I will tell you a conspiracy of sorts that I will never forget. When candidate Obama was running for President, it became well known the pastor of his Church, the Reverend Wright, had used his pulpit time and time again to condemn Israel and promote people like Louis Farrakhan, a famous black hater of the Jews. (While that issue did stand out, there were many other radical themes promoted from that pulpit.) The Obamas were members there for over 20 years. According to candidate Obama, he could not recall any of the anti-semitic sermons in the Church where he was a regular attendee. He did eventually throw the Reverend Wright under the bus, but, here's my point. The press gave him a pass on something that would have been a show stopper for any Republican or any other Democrat running for office. Talk about collusion. And, oh, by the way, many of the sermons have been preserved and can be watched or listened to. In context, President Trump, who is who he is, flaws and all the rest, has perhaps 95% or more of that same press working tirelessly against him on a 24x7 basis. They consistently looked the other way when it came to President Obama. If you cannot see the blatant bias then there's really not much I have that can help.
Bias has always existed. We know that. But, we are talking about degrees here. At one time, there was a sense in following the story and letting it speak. For itself. Today, a conclusion is reached and then stories are chased to give a platform for the conclusion to be shared. Okay. Enough of that. People ask me from time to time how retirement is going. Here is something I don't remember doing much of before leaving the workplace. Sitting out in the yard. Mr. Bentley in my lap. A slight breeze with just a hint of cool in an otherwise warm afternoon. Just sitting. He was chilled out and I was too. I could hear the thud like pecking of a woodpecker in the woods next to our house. People were passing by and waving. Most of them. Sitting and waving to folks was like a neat thing to do in the area where I grew up. Sometimes I get out there before dawn, Mr. Bentley in tow, and we just sit, I sip some good hot and strong Community and he mostly wonders if he will get credit and a treat when we go back into the house. I know that sounds rather sedentary, but, believe me, we do have our own busy schedule each week. The bottom line, I'm thankful I have more time to be busy, and, I'm also thankful to enjoy some chillin time. Try it sometimes. It is good for whatever might ail you. Take care. See you next time, and, may God bless. Amen. ....More later.
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