Friday, April 28, 2017

Looking forward to many new summers

c. 2007
Ten years have passed since I began personal online publishing.

In 2007, when my adventures in blogging began, I had written much but shared little of it with the public. I'd never had many opportunities. I had hardly published any place other than local newsletters and opinion pieces for my left-wing mentors in Buffalo. Some of my earlier articles had gotten picked up by CounterPunch and even Daily Kos. 

Those years seem an eternity ago. In retrospect I must admit that the 2000s were a calmer era of my life, though I have always had a tendency to get myself into arguments I probably could have avoided. If it felt calm, it was because I was blissfully unaware of my own depravity. I lived untroubled by knowledge of how far I'd fallen from Christ.

Back then people who read my polemical pieces against George W. Bush's policies, and especially my antiwar screeds, understandably took me for a leftist. If they got to know me and figured out my complex and often contradictory politics, they usually couldn't handle it. Most people I knew then hailed from the left but didn't think they had any political camp at all. They thought their place on the political spectrum was the only plausible position to hold.

I had started a website with a silly name. There I had posted musings and short aphorisms, plus summaries of the various novels and creative pieces I'd written, informally, among a circle of creative people I no longer have contact with. By the mid-2000s I'd written Johnson Park, a novel about five gay boys growing up in Buffalo, New York; The Melville Affair, an experimental novel with a main character named Dodson Silva, who was madly in love with a wealthy sadist named Austan Melville; Demagogue 2037, a dystopian novel about an old woman roaming through the wasteland of America after the "War to End All Wars"; The Window Period, a script about a group of people's twists and turns as they waited to receive their HIV antibodies test results; Snow in Miami, a dark comedy about a boy raised by a Cuban homosexual (this eventually won first place in a screenplay competition); NoveVatorata, a novel about eight people who all had visions about the end of the world; a number of poetry collections; and a host of other short stories, plays, and biographies of people in my family.

A particular malaise sets in for people who have suffered from overactive imaginations, and who write and write without ever publishing anything. At some point--for me, the completion of graduate work in Classics--such a person must confront the fact that the fantasies and imaginary worlds in which he's lived, will either be laid bare for the world to see, or else cast aside and forgotten.

I knew that I did not have a future as a creative writer. Nobody had told me I should write creatively, and I respect consensuses of that scale. My psychiatrist mother hated my writing, though her lesbian lover often read what I wrote and encouraged me, offering constructive criticism with a gentle touch. Nobody in my family saw much hope in my fictional works. By 2007, I held an assistant professorship at a small Catholic college, in an English department, having worked side by side with creative writers since the 1990s. If I was really going to make it as a novelist or script-writer, some sign from God would have alerted me to the fact. Instead all signs around me seemed to echo the immortal advice of Booker T. Washington-cast your buckets down!

The one talent I seemed to have was nonfiction. People had generally enjoyed my analytical writings, my observations on things, my ability to parse and dissect political discourse and make sense of cultural moments. I had not yet done anything autobiographical, save for a short story called "A Christian Boy and a Proud Man of Color," which I'd gotten published in a literary journal in 2005. 

Hence in 2007, as I donned my cap and gown and accepted the umpteenth degree on a mild day in Buffalo, I felt a message from God: I could not bury my talent in the ground, and my talent was not fiction but political commentary. How would I proceed? I had been, up until then, nothing but an arts & literature guy, someone who read great books and lost himself in metaphors and allegories. "A Christian Boy and a Proud Man of Color," narrated the tale of a Latino man returning to a town where he'd been beaten up, but as a muscular adult, now drawn to stories about Greece and Rome because he didn't want to deal with the intractable questions of race and bigotry surrounding him.

I squirmed in that crawlspace too. I could never make it as a "Latino commentator," because I was much too conservative for the Latino circles that orbited around my then friend, Colombian lesbian Teresa Lodo (now she is deceased.) I would have to find the market where I could invest myself, something totally different from what I'd known until then.

And so it happened: in 2007, I took my awkward Dreamweaver site and instead of posting little poems and summaries of random things I was working on, I blogged. As I sobered up and wrote about politics, I realized I sounded like a Republican. I would write something about politics, a little each day. I got better at scanning the news and finding stories that were worth blogging about. I still dropped my literary references in, because that was a habit too ingrained to break. The Colorful Conservative, the literary criticism collection I published in 2011, formed inside my mind.

It took a while for me to find my voice in the world of conservative politics. The entree was scary for it was a foreign world to me. I had grown up in the airless caves of the left, trafficking in the buzzwords and secret handshakes that let liberals know you were one of them and not a wacko. This coincided with my gradual call to be born again. The single thing that always kept me yoked to the left was the Roman Catholic Church, culturally so tied to the Latin American left in my mind, I had always feared that departing from liberalism would be literal heresy.

But things on the religious front had changed for a while. On my pilgrimage to Rome with my wife in 2005, I had fallen into a gloomy mood. As much as I loved the visual arts and architecture in Italy, the Vatican filled me with dread. I'd marinated in Catholic liberation theology since my childhood in the 1970s. As I strolled through Rome it dawned on me that I felt angry and betrayed by it. A demon had haunted my mother, I believed, for much of her life--I felt the hauntings in my childhood home. Her own diaries in Spanish referred to a shadowy specter that followed and emotionally tortured her. Her mysterious death at the age of 53, which resulted from a bizarre malady that caused her lungs to malfunction, had kindled my suspicions for years. Had whatever haunted her literally killed her? My mother was, it seemed, a completely different person to each of her children; to my brother she revealed her political beliefs, while to me she tended to show her spiritual side. She wanted very badly to have the Church in her life, but she fell in with leftist clergy who had seemed to promise her a reconciliation of conflicting spiritual wishes, which never came.

These thoughts worried me as I passed through the ornate chapels of the Vatican. My mother may have died waiting for the Church to make good on its promises-should I gamble in the same way?

As I talked with more Protestants and gradually opened my heart to a direct, personal relationship with Jesus, my thoughts grew more conservative in the political sense. The first object of my Christian forgiveness was in fact George W. Bush, a man I'd pilloried in much of my writing. As I felt called to leave the Catholic Church and be born again, strangely I understood Bush more. I could see what his supporters saw in him. The denunciations by those who hated Bush felt suddenly like the sins described by Jesus Christ in the Gospels: see to the log in your own eye before looking at the spec in your brother's, strain not at a gnat lest you swallow a camel. 

So much changed so quickly in the few years after 2007. My wife and I decided to travel to Chicago in December 2007 to the MLA convention. The trade put me on the job market (yes, like an auction). The Siberian weather made me, perhaps, a little imprudent. A state college in Los Angeles decided to offer me a job and like a fool, I took it. I'd spent hours hanging out in front of cable TV while doing childcare stuff. At that time a host of TV shows were set in southern California, everything from Kathy Griffin's reality show to Top Design to Real Housewives. Why not go for it?

It was hard, as well, to continue in my position at a Catholic college when I knew neither I nor the college could claim to be faithful to the institutional mission. Like most Catholic colleges, this one overflowed with atheists and agnostics who despised the Roman Catholic Church; such faculty had an entente with "good" Catholic students who wanted any excuse to betray their parents' dreams and run around the city engaging in rampant sodomy, promiscuity, drugs, and frivolity. Though robed friars did cross the quadrangle from time to time, everyone knew which keywords to lift from the Catholic mission to justify sheer godlessness. I, too, had still not sanctified myself. I engaged in lots of drunken antics that I could hardly be proud of. As I watched the college fall from its mission I was in no position to judge.

Moving to California would change everything. That drastic relocation in 2008 caused more upheaval than anything I could have anticipated. I drove ahead of my wife and daughter because I had to get the moving truck in and the furniture in place before them. With two buddies I drove across country, listening to random radio and losing myself in fanciful dreams of doing something totally new out west. When I arrived in Los Angeles, my friends helped me move in, and then they left. For a couple of weeks, I was alone in the new city. This was the hot summer of 2008. Barack Obama's face hung everywhere. I had shifted to the right just as the nation rejected vehemently anything tied to conservatism. Something about the constant talk of Obama and his ever-present face threw me into a gloom similar to the one I had in Rome in 2005.

One afternoon, by myself, I decided to take a stroll through the neighborhood. Two older Chinese women saw me strolling. They detected something intense going on inside me. They invited me inside their church-a Chinese Baptist church. There, I went in and met dozens of families busy with summer fellowship plans. An old dentist who'd come to Christ late in life invited me back for Sunday worship. In that church, I was born again and would learn to be a true Christian, over the next eight years.

My career at California State Northridge was rocky from the start. Little did I know that each and every professor in my department-there was no exception in the two crowded floors of faculty-would behave in hideously treacherous ways. In the fall of 2008 I thought the best of everyone, trusting people too quickly and wanting to partake in discourse too eagerly. Whatever hardened their hearts, those colleagues shared an aberrant quickness to annoyance. They became irritated quickly, held grudges for a long time, and not only disliked but insidiously plotted against people who challenged them.

My church was my anchor, keeping me bound to the Word of God. I spoke from the heart about my politics and defended Sarah Palin publicly on my blog. The moment I did that, I lost all my friends in the academic world and drifted more into the life of a pariah.

When I was baptized as a Southern Baptist and became devoted to the Word, I realized what it meant to die to one's earlier self. I had not been a perfect husband until then, but I gradually became better until I could say, I felt like the kind of husband the Bible called me to be. But my wife could find no job in Los Angeles. She ended up receiving a job in 2009, in Wisconsin. We decided to live for a while as a commuter couple, a troublesome status that lasted until 2013, when our family was delightfully reunited. I would have to live on my own in Los Angeles, without my daughter, and without my wife. This blow came just as I was learning to be a better Christian husband. But it was God's will.

It was about that time that I had my first publication in a bona fide conservative venue. My crude blog, which I'd been keeping for two years, had at least helped me hone my ideas and practice my writing. I sent an essay about Sonia Sotomayor to American Thinker, and it was published in the summer of 2009, just as my wife was moving away. I would end up going on to write well over a hundred articles for American Thinker. That site got my name in circulation enough that I would eventually also write for places like Public Discourse, Federalist, and First Things. 


c. 2010
To the extent that one can claim I built a writing career, the career owes everything to blogging. In that sense I find fellowship with the millennial generation. More on that in a moment.

I went away for military training and service by the end of 2009, and returned in 2010 with a manuscript completed-The Colorful Conservative, which would be published in 2011. Also, a head injury that was gradually becoming impossible to ignore.

The concussion happened just before Christmas during military training in Balboa Park, with the local reservists. When I was first admitted to the hospital with a traumatic brain injury in December 2009, there were obvious bruises (there were stitches over my eye and the side of my face was torn up), but it seemed silly to believe that any long term damage was done. I was walking around fine. By the summer of 2010, when I came back from Fort Benning, weird things were happening and I had symptoms that I'd never had before. People recoiled and told me I seemed like somebody else; my speech was different. I had an intensity they hadn't seen before. I felt a lot of weird bouts of anxiety and racing thoughts. (All that receded eventually, but it posed problems for me.)

This summer of 2010 drew the ironclad dividing line in my life. It was then that I actually began blogging in the way I continue to, to this day. Whatever had changed in me--impossible to tell whether it was the baptism, the strained commuter marriage, the head injury, or the move to California--I had become someone unrecognizable to people who knew me before.

My mentors from Buffalo and former colleagues shut me out of their lives. I could never figure out what I had done wrong, though I searched for clues to know what I'd done to warrant being shunned this way. The old friends from Yale, MTV Networks, and graduate school all cut me off, too.

Most tragically, Teresa Lodo, who'd been a confidante and close friend of mine, died. Our mutual friends hid this tragic fact from me. Teresa had moved to Los Angeles, too, and we had hung out and been in contact. But one day her mother called me from Florida to tell me, "Bobby, have they not told you that my daughter died? Or did you forsake her at the end of her life?" She thought I had deliberately shunned Teresa because of my religious conversion, when it was quite the opposite; I had sought energetically to keep her close to me as her health declined. Teresa's mom explained to me that a group of people in Buffalo who used to be my friends as well as Teresa's had flown to Los Angeles, cleaned out Teresa's apartment, handled her funeral, and notified everyone of her demise, but had never told me. This was a woman who had run a Latino writer's circle with me for the better part of ten years. She had read my novels and I had read hers in turn.

"Why didn't they tell me?" I asked Teresa's mother. "Was that Teresa's wish?"

Her mother's hesitancy in explaining things to me had left me with the sinking conclusion that it had been Teresa's instructions to delete me from our circle of friends. I felt like a good person who wanted to be a good friend to everyone. But everybody hated me. It was then, in 2010, that I realized that in the eyes of everyone who knew me before that year--indeed, even in the eyes of the people who'd hired me in Los Angeles--I had committed a breach of contract. They had gotten into a relationship with me assuming I was someone, and now I was someone completely different.

That world from which I'd migrated, and to which I had died, was a realm it would take me years to name and fully diagnose.

It was the dark world of godless liberalism, a callous and inhumane Hades of people with hardened hearts, eager to judge, quick to shame, hard-pressed for patience or compromise with others. I was now a born-again Christian and Jesus was the center of my life; His Word was higher than any of their words; I did not need to be greeted and loved by co-workers or my tenure reviewers or publishers or old classmates from my doctoral program. The freedom God gave me was oppression to those who had built their social world on their power over others (including me); for their world to function they needed me to live under the threats of their emotional retaliation; otherwise I would not do as they bade and my actions could undo their whole system.

To be overshadowed by God felt, to all of them, like an insult. They were accustomed to controlling those around them with the threat of judgment, rejection, or withholding of compassion. Their pains became their calling cards. They seemed to rationalize their willingness to banish me from their networks by perceiving that I had done something wrong to them; I had offended them. I had done so, not by personally insulting them, but rather through categorical statements that they viewed as direct attacks on them. I condemned abortion and homosexuality. They saw these as identities instead of as sins that anybody, I or they, might be delivered from by the blood of Jesus Christ. They lived in a world designed to hate God and rebel against Jesus because they had to punish Christ's followers for believing in Him rather than groveling for their approval.

The lesbians at my university engaged in perhaps the most repulsive behavior. They caballed and manipulated, schemed and lied, causing me an endless string of bureaucratic nightmares. I wanted, at first, to be liked by them. But I saw that no matter what I did, they were offended. No matter how nicely I greeted them, I would be called in by the chair and told that someone had complained that I had offended or victimized them with slights and discourtesies invisible to any but them. They had made their own inscrutable code of behavior a standard of morality greater than scripture. If the lesbian dean didn't like it, it was mortal sin. Unlike Christianity, this system had no place for forgiveness or redemption. Once unmarked by the seal of approval, the "bug" like me had to be squashed and obliterated.

In this disorienting moment I first opened Blogspot accounts and began a series of blogs, culminating in English Manif. In 2010, I launched Text on Trial and Wild West Coconut Show. I deleted the latter on orders of the university because a playwright complained that I criticized him and his play on my blog. Then later I had another blog, Critical News Scan, which I deleted by 2012.

In January 2013, I launched English Manif, initially as a portal to translate stories about the French "Manif pour Tous," or "Protest for All," into English. It got 700,000 hits in its first year. Later, of course, I launched CogWatch, but that was mostly as an online user-friendly storehouse for the podcasts I was recording with Brittany Klein, starting in the summer of 2015.

My blogs soothed me at times. At other times they got me in tremendous trouble. For instance, it was largely out-of-context quotes from my blogs that filled the "hater" profiles on me by GLAAD, the Human Rights Campaign, Right Wing Watch, and later the Southern Poverty Law Center.

Yet I cannot condemn my own blogs, for these blogs actually paved my way into the higher-exposure writing that has characterized my public work since 2010. By 2010, as I was blogging a lot about Don't Ask Don't Tell, my work had come to the attention of people far beyond the small circles I'd know until then. Many of the more salient blog posts then became the raw material for an uptick in articles I published on American Thinker throughout 2011. Eventually these discussions became the subject of discussion in the comments sections of Chronicle of Higher Education articles, which led to my publication of "Growing Up with Two Moms" in August 2012. The latter would thrust me into the public spotlight in a way I had never experienced before. Arguably the dramatic crescendo was my appearance in Paris in March 2013 for the massive crowd protesting against gay marriage.

By late 2014 I had removed the vast majority of blog posts from online, in an effort to calm down the storms into which my writing had taken me. I go back and forth about whether that was a mistake. It made sense at the time. I believed, then, that I needed to run everything past editors and publish things in hard copies rather than swimming with the sharks in the always-dangerous world of blogging. But on the other hand, there were thousands of people reading my blog every day, who seem to have vanished once I made that change. Perhaps I let them down or perhaps I missed a golden opportunity to amass an even greater cohort.

It is now well into the year 2017, a full seven years after that fateful watershed of 2010, when I became the blogger I am now, and when I saw, around me, clear signs that I had gone through a shocking transformation and become someone unrecognizable to those who knew me before I was Christian. My life has its dramas, still. But I wonder whether it is time for me to look for a graceful path out of politics. Political discourse has opened many doors for me. It has given me the most glorious thing I ever wanted, a chance to share my viewpoints with the public and feel, in some small way, that my love for God might be heard by people whom it could help. It has made me enemies. It has occasioned mistakes on my part. I have hurt the feelings of others. But there is no opportunity that can come only with good things. I take the mixed blessings and am thankful for what I have been given the opportunity to do. I will always strive to be better and more discerning.

What I do know, going forward, is that I need to open up the creative vaults again. No foolish notions could sway me into fancying myself a creative writer at this point. But I cannot help but think that in the thousands of pages of creative writing I wrote between 1993 and 2013, there is some message to me or someone around me, which God meant the old me to leave behind. Perhaps those things will never be published. But I want to crack open some of those old pages, see if there's anything that jumps out, and work through the bizarre conversations that someone who's converted has with the person he once was.

Friday, April 14, 2017

Reflections on the Day Mankind Killed God

In the Gospel of John, we are told that the last thing Jesus did before He died was drink sour wine from a sponge stuck to a piece of hyssop, or "brush."  "It is finished!" Jesus said. Then He bowed His head, and "gave up His Spirit."

Athanasius of Alexandria convinced me, in his treatise On the Incarnation, that every small detail of Jesus's death mattered--how his trial and conviction proceeded, the twists and turns of a day marred by chanting mobs and haughty bureaucrats, the number of days His body lay in the tomb, the way the tomb was found empty, etc. Indeed everything in the Word of God matters.

God is all-powerful and all-wise, infinite and eternal. That Jesus died in obscurity, without glamour or theatrical spectacle, tell us something about who He is and what His death did for us. Our imperfect minds cannot see God's light automatically. We need help, which God provides by arranging these all-important events in the way He did.

What would it mean if Jesus Christ died in a melodramatic sword fight against hordes of warriors attacking Him from all sides? Perhaps such a scene would have been more entertaining. Maybe the record of His crucifixion would have been recorded in annals recognized all the way in Rome, allowing Jesus's early disciples to skip the heroic evangelizing of Acts.

But our flawed and fallen minds would have missed a crucial meaning in Christ's death. Jesus died, but that was not all that happened that day. Jesus "gave up His Spirit," willingly experiencing death for our sake, but there is something else that happened that day too. Humanity killed Jesus.

The story makes it clear to us that Jesus died for humanity's sins, but humanity's sins also caused His death. The convoluted details of the events leading to the crucifixion always puzzled me. Jesus is betrayed by people close to Him, trapped by high religious authorities who were sneaky and laid rhetorical traps for Him with their riddles and passive-aggressive interrogations, then delivered to Roman authorities who seem utterly unmoved by Him. Pontius Pilate tells the Jewish leaders to kill Him, but the Jewish leaders do not want to, opting instead to have His blood be on Roman hands. Pilate even offers to whip Jesus and then set Him free, but the mob cries out for the violent radical Barrabas to go free; they insist that Jesus be crucified in Barabbas' stead.

Humanity killed Jesus, with the man-made things that are least glorious: gossip, backstabbing, money-grubbing, egotistical insecurity, intellectual laziness, procedural banality, pettiness. There is violence in the Passion too, but nothing brave or praiseworthy--rather pathetic sadists enjoying the little power they have other others who are helpless, whipping someone who is about to die and amusing themselves with crowns of thorns and the sarcastic sign THE KING OF THE JEWS.

Jesus chose to die as He did, lest we ever be confused about what and who killed God. It is our puniness, our small-minded self-absorption, incurious bureaucracies, two-faced deceit, false veneers, vanities, and hypocrisies that led creatures made in God's image to the depravity that killed Jesus Christ. As He died on the cross, He did not look down on a swarm of Napoleons all striving for exceptionalism and fame, and willing to charge into danger to achieve as much. Rather, He looked down and saw the face of smirking clerks, envy-ridden middle managers, narcissists seeking the adulation of dull-witted sycophants. We are meant to weep but not be inspired by human greatness in this story. We are meant to try to see humanity as God must see us: mean-spirited and cruel, for sure, but still tiny and helpless enough to merit the mercy of grace.

The crucifixion story forces me to lament the recurring call for "civility" and "winsomeness" among some Christian leaders of our day. Yes, we must show truth and grace, as the Bible tells us. But grace is not the same as decorum and courtesy. If anything, decorousness and protocol were integral elements in the shameful behaviors by human beings, leading to Christ's death. We are told to be "winsome" when we are discussing major matters of faith, most often, with people who reject God and think Christianity is false. Jesus would have wanted us to show kindness to non-believers, providing them food if they are hungry, and drink if they are thirsty. But Jesus would not have wanted us to be warm and cordial while we sit with people worshiping a golden calf. If "civility" means feigning agreement and accommodation for people who are saying things we know are blasphemies against the Holy Spirit, then it is the same underhandedness and insincerity that pervaded the acts of those who killed Jesus.

It is worth thinking about every personality flaw that contributed to the events culminating in the crucifixion. The religious leaders were egotistical, the commoners were bitterly projecting their own frustrations onto powerless prisoners, the Roman overseers were mediocre wits, countless people in the mobs were simply too scared to defy popular opinion, Peter denied Christ, while Judas greedily chose pieces of silver over his chance to stand with God, and distorted a kiss to make it something destructive and damning.

The villains in the Christ story are not dazzling geniuses like the cartoon foes of Batman and Superman--they are, rather, the pathetic reflections of us at our least noble. There are many ways to honor God on Good Friday. I choose to reflect on all that I might have done that would have contributed, in ways great or small, to the killing of God, were I set down with all my neuroses in an ancient Roman province rather than in the redeemed world of today. We should confess such things to Jesus and repent for doing the very things that killed Him. And we should thank Him for the mercy He showed us, that we might overcome these human weaknesses and become the beautiful creations He always wanted us to become.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Inspection Report from a Lieutenant of the Culture Wars

Robert Oscar Lopez 
Everywhere Christian conservatives speak of a culture war, and increasingly this refers to sexuality. Sometimes the term surfaces so that people can complain that it’s been lost, and that we should stop fighting it. At other times the left uses “culture wars” as a slur denoting everything the right has supposedly done wrong. We are such prudes that we discourage sexual habits leading to genetic engineering, broken marriages, babies for sale, lying to children, and lifelong hygiene problems.

The term “culture war” requires no embarrassment or apologies. While higher education issues warrant books and discussions, academic problems incur lighter consequences than does the collapse of a nation’s moral scaffolding.

The battles over LGBT are peculiarly complex and require particular care from those willing to assess how social conservatives are doing. Attacked constantly by the left, we so-cons have a tendency to spare ourselves and our comrades the added pain of more criticism. But the defenders of true sexuality—the sacred bond between a man and a woman, as set down by God—need to avoid making the mistakes America has made with feckless strategies in the Middle East. We need to learn from the past and pursue strategies that work.

Our ultimate mission is to save souls by bearing witness, specifically, to the truth that homosexuality is both evil in itself and a sinful gateway to other evils. If we lose sight of that truth or doubt whether it is the truth, we will never make headway.

We must show the world first that there are no homosexuals, for no person’s being is defined by one error. Our mission is not against any person, nor against the “flesh and blood” mentioned in Ephesians 6:12, but rather against the “authorities,” “powers of darkness,” and “spiritual forces of evil in the heavens.”

Monday, April 10, 2017

Latino families overwhelmed by LGBT lobby taking over their kids' schools



Caryl Ayala, a Texan teacher, opens up about what she saw happening in a Title 1, majority-Latino elementary school in Texas. Sadly, in Hispanic school districts often parents are scared to confront school administrators about the troubling curriculum forced on their students. The dependence of poor, minority-dominant schools on grants and financial assistance also means oftentimes administrators are gagged and cannot push back against sexually inappropriate curriculum in their schools. This is an interview you have to hear if you are still hearing everywhere that LGBT fits in with multiculturalism. For more reading:

http://massresistance.org/docs/gen3/17b/MR-Texas_Conference_040117/index.html

http://www.massresistancetx.com/2017/03/texan-online-article-on-welcoming.html

http://www.massresistancetx.com/2017/03/klbj-todd-and-don-show-3-9-17-aisd.html

http://www.massresistancetx.com/2017/03/tx-senate-committee-votes-8-1-for-sb-6.html

How can we get more Latinos to stand up as bravely as Caryl has?

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Higher Ed is Hot in the News--More Interviews/Commentary on WACKOS THUGS & PERVERTS



http://www.jerrynewcombe.com/vocal-point-robert-oscar-lopez-4/

http://www.jerrynewcombe.com/vocal-point-robert-oscar-lopez-5/

http://dailycaller.com/2017/02/27/we-need-95-theses-for-higher-education/

http://thelineoffire.org/2017/03/14/focus-on-higher-education/

https://afr.net/afr-talk/sandy-rios-in-the-morning/2017/march/is-ryan-on-trumps-side-geert-wilders-robert-oscar-lopez-on-a-dangerous-lgbt-school-curriculum/





[Wackos Thugs & Perverts has been published with MassResistance in Waltham, MA. It is available at Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/Wackos-Thugs-Perverts-Clintonian-Decadence/dp/1542854210/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1486608122&sr=8-1&keywords=wackos+thugs+%26+perverts

Make sure to check it out--it's only $10!]

[Updates: This interview was with KPOF Denver. ]


Interview with a Virginia radio station:



Interview with Jerry Newcombe: http://www.jerrynewcombe.com/vocal-point-robert-oscar-lopez-4/

Interview with Carrie Abbott: http://carrieabbott.com/hypocrisy-lgbt-community/

My book, Wackos Thugs & Perverts, points out the following things in this book, which are crucial to understand:
  • Contrary to what the left claims, the Kochs are not the problem threatening true scholarship--the Clintons and their acolytes are. "Clintonworld" has corrupted academia to its very core since the 1990s.
  • Cutting off money is the ONLY way to reform academia. Colleges are no longer intimidated by lawsuits, bad press, or the strength of high-minded arguments. There are no people with ethical obligations to the public good left in the decision-making structure. They will only change if their money is threatened.
  • Cutting off money has a multiplier healing effect. Many of the "warlords" and "goons" I document in the book are able to hold power simply because they are sitting on enormous amounts of public cash, with which they can be rainmakers for scores of local thugs and nutjobs.
  • Contrary to what the right claims, students are not snowflakes and they are not the problem. They are overwhelmingly not orchestrating these outbursts, but are rather being controlled by corrupt puppeteers who sit on a nexus between Democrat politicians and the bigwigs in academia.
  • Academia is the biggest problem facing American democracy. Unlike Hollywood, the news media, Wall Street, or the courts, academia has longevity and uniformity in every state of the union.
  • Clinton's defeat in the 2016 election will only be temporary unless we do something. Her tyrannical model of political warfare by emotional manipulation is safe and unflappable in academia, waiting to regroup and re-install the dictatorship their party enjoyed during the decadent late years of Obama.
  • Contrary to what the right claims, there is racism in the academy, and a lot of it.
  • Contrary to what the left claims, virtually all movements in the academy that claim to be about race are really about LGBT ideology. 
  • The right wing has lost because conservatives think they are at a debate when they are really at war; they think their left-wing adversaries are intellectuals with a different opinion when really academia is populated by gangsters and the thugs they hire. Conservatives have yet to figure out that there are no "liberals," just corrupt racketeers in charge of the academy, who foster decadence so they can control groups of people whom they view with contempt but whom they force to depend on them.
  • If you debate "academic freedom," you are letting Clintonworld win, because they have all the tenured professorships under their control. The best result you will get is the academic establishment's telling you that you have a right to say what you want but you will never get a job on a campus and the left will assure that you are never listened to. The worst result you will get is the left's dispensing with any veneers of relativism and telling you that you don't have a right to think for yourself, because they have ways of punishing you for being different and it will be very painful.
  • Rather than worry about "bias" or "free speech," reformers have to think in terms of anti-trust and anti-racketeering action. We need a RICO for higher education because the problem is first and foremost corruption.
There is more, more, more! But you must read the book and find out. It's only $10!

Monday, February 6, 2017

Wackos Thugs & Perverts: The Lead Actors in Academia's Decadence

Wackos Thugs & Perverts has been published with MassResistance in Waltham, MA. It is available at Amazon here. Make sure to check it out--it's only $10! It will explain in graphic detail why higher education in the United States is a disaster zone and why the only way to correct course is to pull the plug on academia's financial, social, and intellectual decadence. Dispatches from within the collapsing structures of academia range from 2012 to 2017, but they point to much earlier problems that presaged the downfall of America's intelligentsia.



[Updates: This interview was with KPOF Denver. ]


Interview with a Virginia radio station:



Interview with Jerry Newcombe: http://www.jerrynewcombe.com/vocal-point-robert-oscar-lopez-4/

Interview with Carrie Abbott: http://carrieabbott.com/hypocrisy-lgbt-community/

As rioters consumed Berkeley, the commentariat on both left and right worked themselves into a frenzy.

A speech by Milo Yiannopoulos was canceled as over a thousand violent radicals shot fireworks at people, smashed windows, clubbed people on the street, and started a dangerous bonfire with an electrical structure in front of a famous student union.

By the early morning hours of the next day, as frayed nerves still prevailed in the famed city of Telegraph Avenue and Sproul Hall, President Trump took the unprecedented and long overdue measure of stating that federal funds would not be guaranteed to institutions like Berkeley if they failed to protect "free speech."

The right largely howled in joy upon seeing a president confront head-on the supposed liberal dominance of academia, while the left quickly cried foul, accusing Trump of being "authoritarian" and trying to oppress the intelligentsia.

The Berkeley riots represent a golden opportunity to reform higher education, but it is an opportunity that can easily slip away. My book, Wackos Thugs & Perverts, was being finished for publication just as this happened. I point out the following things in this book, which are crucial to understand:
  • Contrary to what the left claims, the Kochs are not the problem threatening true scholarship--the Clintons and their acolytes are. "Clintonworld" has corrupted academia to its very core since the 1990s.
  • Cutting off money is the ONLY way to reform academia. Colleges are no longer intimidated by lawsuits, bad press, or the strength of high-minded arguments. There are no people with ethical obligations to the public good left in the decision-making structure. They will only change if their money is threatened.
  • Cutting off money has a multiplier healing effect. Many of the "warlords" and "goons" I document in the book are able to hold power simply because they are sitting on enormous amounts of public cash, with which they can be rainmakers for scores of local thugs and nutjobs.
  • Contrary to what the right claims, students are not snowflakes and they are not the problem. They are overwhelmingly not orchestrating these outbursts, but are rather being controlled by corrupt puppeteers who sit on a nexus between Democrat politicians and the bigwigs in academia.
  • Academia is the biggest problem facing American democracy. Unlike Hollywood, the news media, Wall Street, or the courts, academia has longevity and uniformity in every state of the union.
  • Clinton's defeat in the 2016 election will only be temporary unless we do something. Her tyrannical model of political warfare by emotional manipulation is safe and unflappable in academia, waiting to regroup and re-install the dictatorship their party enjoyed during the decadent late years of Obama.
  • Contrary to what the right claims, there is racism in the academy, and a lot of it.
  • Contrary to what the left claims, virtually all movements in the academy that claim to be about race are really about LGBT ideology. 
  • The right wing has lost because conservatives think they are at a debate when they are really at war; they think their left-wing adversaries are intellectuals with a different opinion when really academia is populated by gangsters and the thugs they hire. Conservatives have yet to figure out that there are no "liberals," just corrupt racketeers in charge of the academy, who foster decadence so they can control groups of people whom they view with contempt but whom they force to depend on them.
  • If you debate "academic freedom," you are letting Clintonworld win, because they have all the tenured professorships under their control. The best result you will get is the academic establishment's telling you that you have a right to say what you want but you will never get a job on a campus and the left will assure that you are never listened to. The worst result you will get is the left's dispensing with any veneers of relativism and telling you that you don't have a right to think for yourself, because they have ways of punishing you for being different and it will be very painful.
  • Rather than worry about "bias" or "free speech," reformers have to think in terms of anti-trust and anti-racketeering action. We need a RICO for higher education because the problem is first and foremost corruption.
There is more, more, more! But you must read the book and find out. It's only $10!

Friday, January 20, 2017

Blunt Discussion on Whether Trump Should Abolish Funding for Arts and Humanities



There were public suggestions that Trump would push for abolition of the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) and National Endowment for the Humanities (NEH). Naturally many left-of-center artists and writers went into hysterics, saying this was a case of art being suppressed. Brittany and Bobby have a different take. The NEA and NEH are so corrupt and closed off, it might be better for America and for art if the ties to government were severed. For reference:

https://www.arts.gov/sites/default/files/Spring_2016_Artistic_Discipline_Grant_List_FINAL_FINAL3.pdf

https://pen.org/press-release/trump-administration-plans-abolish-national-endowments-arts-humanities-will-usher-new-dark-ages-america/

http://www.chronicle.com/article/A-Shot-Over-the-Bow-/238949

Monday, January 9, 2017

Can Christians Trust their Leaders? Part 4 (Eastern Orthodox)



Stella Morabito
In the 4th part of Cogwatch 81 on LGBT activism and the faith traditions, the conversations turns briefly to the Eastern Orthodox church, which is not currently on many people's radars but which is likely to become increasingly targeted by LGBT activists because of Putin, the Middle East, and the Orthodox Church's current status as a large Christian religion that has not yet caved to LGBT demands at all. For more reading:

http://www.orthodoxytoday.org/articles2/SOBASamesexUnions.php?/articles2/SOBASamesexUnions.shtml

http://assemblyofbishops.org/news/2015/response-of-assembly-of-bishops-to-obergefell-v.-hodges

http://www.forbes.com/sites/realspin/2016/12/14/the-power-and-limits-of-the-russian-orthodox-church/#5f7db2583c3a

https://themoscowtimes.com/news/russian-orthodox-church-concerned-by-far-eastern-court-decision-to-destroy-40-bibles-56672

Can Christians Trust Their Leaders? Part 3 (A View from the Orthodox Jews)



Brittany Klein
In part 3 of this 4-part podcast, the CogWatch talks about the difficult challenges faced by Orthodox Jews given the multiple assaults on their faith under eight years of Obama: not only the LGBT agenda undermining it from within, but also the Boycott-Divest-Sanction movement which is mysteriously tied to the LGBT movement. For more reading:

http://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2015/05/queer_theory_and_bds_the_odd_couple.html



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Sunday, January 8, 2017

Can Christians Trust their Leaders? Part 2 (The Baptists)





Thomas Littleton 
In Part 2 of the 4 part series (all Podcast 81), Thomas Littleton of the Southern Baptist Convention explains some of the tensions and rifts that emerged during the Obama "occupation" of the churches, and the CogWatch Team (Brittany Klein, Robert Oscar Lopez, Stella Morabito, Joseph Sciambra, and Thomas Littleton) brainstorm ways of coping with the aftermath of 8 years of persecution. For more reading:

http://townhall.com/columnists/bethanyblankley/2016/12/17/enough-is-enough-already-n2260753

http://barbwire.com/author/thomaslittleton/

http://www.theamericanconservative.com/dreher/why-russell-moore-matters/

http://thefederalist.com/2016/12/22/christians-need-leaders-like-russell-moore/

http://www.christianpost.com/news/russell-moore-religious-right-become-people-they-warned-against-first-things-erasmus-171094/