If I Were A Black Man, I’d Join a Gang

This column first appeard at Clash Daily on February 4th, 2014.

I’ve changed my mind, I am for reparations. Not for slavery, but for Chicago, for Liberalism, and for The Great Soviety!  But it won’t cost the taxpayer a dime.  Here’s how it works: every congressman, senator, and president that participated in the systematic enslavement and hostile destruction of the black family will have their wealth redistributed to fund vouchers and scholarships in the inner ghettos.  We’ll start with the Kennedy’s.  There will be an 80/20 split – 80% of the funds will go directly to the poor and 20% will be used to supplement the cost of incarcerating the Jacksons, Sharptons, and other poverty pimps!


For a black man to prosper in Chicago, he first has to make it out of the most dangerous place in the world (his mother’s womb) just for the chance to eat a crap sandwich in the most dangerous city in the country.  The odds are that his father won’t be living in the house when he arrives.  If he’s lucky, he will be raised by a grandparent and not the Almighty Black P Stone Nation.


His playground is more dangerous than Kandahar province, and if he can dodge the “drive-by” and the crack dealers he may reach the respite that is the Chicago Public School system.  Maybe he’ll be among the 38% of African-American males in Chicago that actually earn a diploma, but the odds are that if he is, he will need help reading it.  How many are truly ready for college?  And while the military may be suitable for some, what is the vast majority to do?


Chicago used to be the city of “Big Shoulders,”  now we’re just the armpit of the Midwest.  And that funk you smell is a bad case of B.O. – Barrack Obama!  That’s right, statistics just in show that in Der Führer’s home town, 92% of African-American teenagers are unemployed.

We now have 600,000 fewer jobs than in the year 2000 and over qualified adults are dueling over the right to say, “Would you like to super-size that?”

Only 38% have a lousy diploma from one of the worst school systems in the world and 92% can’t even find work pushing carts or filling Happy Meals!    Gee, I wonder why they’re joining gangs!  I wonder if this contributes to the likelihood of getting shot in Chicago being the highest in the nation!

Every election cycle, the mouth-breathers gather us around the fireplace and tirelessly treat us to the myth of the “Southern Strategy” – Richard Nixon’s dog whistle to scare all those closeted racists into the polling booth.  Never mind the Grand Kleagle that was the Democrat’s senior member in the Senate, he’s just a mulligan.  The press will trot out this phantom every four years but it takes a random act of journalism to even hear about the conditions of the inner city and that’s just what the Urban League gave us last week. (Urban League Study on Black Unemployment)

You’d never know that it was a Democrat and the framer of The Great Society who said, “These Negroes, they’re getting pretty uppity these days and that’s a problem for us since they’ve got something now they never had before, the political pull to back up their uppityness.  Now we’ve got to do something about this, we’ve got to give them a little something, just enough to quiet them down, not enough to make a difference.” – Senator Lyndon B. Johnson, (D-TX), would become President following the assassination of John F. Kennedy, and while riding on Air Force One would share this little quip with two senators, “I’ll have those n*****s voting Democratic for the next 200 years.”

Is that in your Eighth grade civics textbook?  Does Brian Williams breathe heavy and pinch his brow as he describes the menacing “Great Society”?

The Great Society is the doctrine of pimps.  Take an innocent victim, get her hooked on crack, feed her, clothe her, toss her a few crumbs and make sure that she brings back the Benjamins every night after working one of your corners.  It’s amazing the conditions that she’ll accept just for a hit off that heated spoon at the end of the night.  And if she gets out of line and tries to escape, beat her mercilessly.  You know, like what the poverty pimps and their pals in the media tried to do to Benjamin Carson, Clarence Thomas and Star Parker.

“Where there is no hope, the people perish,” and this is beyond a travesty.  This is not a life, this is a concentration camp.  Chicago and Detroit are the liberal’s equivalent of the Palestinian Refugee Camps.  Those refugees could have easily been assimilated by the surrounding Arab nations but then they wouldn’t be a suitable victim card to tap wealth and indignation from the guilt ridden and the naive.  Chicago is a refugee camp for the poverty pimps that they can use to stir up black hatred and white guilt, all the while the warlords siphon profits from the ransom that America pays not to have to look.

If I were a black man, I would be leading a new abolition movement.  There should be an immediate uprising in the urban areas.  This is not poverty, it is manufactured despair and while southern aristocrats once enslaved the body, northern liberals have enslaved the black man, body and soul.  It is a page right out of Josef Stalin’s handbook.  The story may be apocryphal, but Stalin allegedly demonstrated his “Great Society” to a general in a courtyard.  He picked up a chicken, plucked it while it was still alive and then told the general to watch what would happen after he threw it into the cold Moscow winter.  The chicken came back to Stalin and tried to seek warmth at his feet.  (Barrack Obama: Raising Stalin’s Chicken)

Dinesh D’Souza on his weekend pass from an Obama gulag, recently debated Obama “Ghost Writer” and “barely known” Obama best friend, Bill Ayers.  The subject was “What Makes America Great?”  To my amazement, only a few days after this report on conditions in Chicago hit the press, Bill Ayers said that the first thing that came to his mind when seeking to answer that question was Chicago.  I wonder if he was thinking of the crime, the corruption or the horror over what Chicago has done to the African-American family.   I guess if a Southern Aristocrat was asked about the glory of the plantation, he’d probably sound a lot like a domestic terrorist, community organizer talking about Chicago.

If you’re a black man living in modern America and you’re not angry, you’re not paying attention.  And yes, that’s part of the plan.  The “Great Society” or more accurately “political crack,” accomplished something that slavery, reconstruction, and Jim Crow could not – the destruction of the black family.  It is an Exodus generation and it needs God and a black Moses to lead them against Pharaoh; or in the least, Django Unchained.

If I were a black man, I’d be running a gang but it wouldn’t be to peddle drugs or to prop as hired muscle for Operation Push, it would be to claim freedom as my birthright and to make the bastards who have prostituted my future and my children’s future, pay!




“Illinois Has a Math Problem!”

The Last Trump: with Pastor Douglas Wilson


By John J Kirkwood

Summary: If it’s President Clinton, the church can expect persecution from without.  If it’s President Trump, the church can expect corruption from within.  Now to the specifics. wd


THE GOOD: Yes, there is good.  President Clinton will enter her first term in a state of weakness. Her numbers are historic lows on “trust” and “favorability.”  She will limp into office, literally and figuratively, she’ll need to be propped up. She has the “Woman Card” and won’t be afraid to abuse it but it will not be nearly as effective as Barack Obama’s “Race Card.”  Democrats don’t even like Hillary.

A President Clinton won’t have a mandate unless the Flopposition Party gives her one.  Though, even feckless Republicans will fight harder after the chainsaw enema they’ve just endured from Donald Trump.

Christians will be targeted for persecution and the winnowing between the Confessing Church and the Trump Church will continue, allowing for real leadership to rise.  Chaff will burn off.  Persecution from without is always preferable to corruption from within.  God blesses faith, especially when it’s under fire. And there will be those who tested in the fire are a right Jerusalem blade in the hand of the Lord.

THE BAD: Hillary is an Alinsky Leftist with grand plans. She won’t be as distracted by a glimpse of stocking as her husband was, so expect her to be completely committed to perpetrating her worldview – commonly known as “evil.”  She’ll have an enemies list and after being rewarded for bad behavior she’ll only get worse.  She faces a Republican Party in shambles, a majority Republican House will flail but the Senate will be a push.

She will go hard for amnesty so Democrats won’t have to cheat in future elections.  The church will be in her cross-hairs.  She will, as Obama before her, continue to use the LGBTQ movement to satiate fascist tendencies and target, as the National Socialists drove the Jews from the market place, Christians for further marginalization.

Federalism will slow this down a bit but there will be whole regions and vocations where Christianity is marginalized and even criminalized.  “Obama killed his thousands, Cersei will kill her tens of thousands.”  As Obama went after the butcher, the baker, and the candlestick maker, Hillary will go after Christians in the fields of medicine, government jobs, the military, schools, jurisprudence, and of course, religious institutions and the clergy.

THE UGLY: Hillary Clinton will make Cersei Lannister seem like Princess Diana.  I hesitate to bring this up but with everyone focused on what Hillary will do domestically, I fear the travesty of her foreign policy.  War is not out of the question.  She will continue the pay-for-play with interests foreign and domestic but I don’t think that she’ll favor the Sunni Muslims to the extent that Obama has.  She’ll be an equal opportunity mark, open to the highest bidder.  SCOTUS will be forever marred but this should push for better tactics from Constitutionalists. You don’t treat a runaway, rogue court with respect and try and play within its self-written rules, you spank it and send it to its room.

Apart from a new amnesty, Hillary will be a one-term president.  If she dies in office, George W. Bush’s fret will be prophetic, he will be the last Republican president.


THE GOOD: The blind squirrel sometimes blunders on a nut.  The stopped clock is right twice a day.  Donald Trump is not a Conservative, and dtwithout doing severe damage to the meaning of words, he’s not even a Republican.  He is an opportunist, riddled with power lust.  He will serve himself.

How is this good, you ask?  It is good in that some of Donald’s desires will suit our own.  If the rumor was true that Trump’s son said to John Kasich when offering him the VP slot that John could run the day-to-day aspects of the presidency and that his dad only wished to be a figure-head, this is the only good that I can see.

THE BAD:  Trump has been compared to everyone in the Bible other than the person that he resembles: the rich man whom Christ called foolish just after the man bragged to him about how he was so successful he was going to tear down his barns next year and build bigger ones.  No doubt with his name emblazoned in lights at the top.

Trump is about himself and will be about himself.  He will remake the Republican Party in his foul, vulgar image.  And I’m afraid that his success will breed virulent obnoxious knock-off Trumps without the money or the “charm.”  The Party will morph into every slur and caricature that the Left has ever conjured.  He will be an albatross to the party.  And the hirelings and worthless shepherds that signed on to Trump will double down in their ridiculous, hypocritical support.  This church is not the bride of Christ, they are the battered wife of Trumpenstein.  A creature that filled the vacuum left by establishment types who wouldn’t fight and refused to lead.

Trump, the deal maker, will be the new establishment, and everything that the tea-party hated about Bush, McConnell, Boehner, and McCain will be true of Trump.  Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

THE UGLY:  The damage to the Evangelical church is already significant.  If Trump wins, he will be emboldened in his bad behavior and will continue to be an embarrassment to those who crafted incredulous alibis to sanctify their support for a truly despicable figure head.

The church will be compromised from within.  We will get more of Falwell Jr., Jeffress, and Huckabee, (Lord, come quickly).  And still more will crawl to kiss the ring of the peach pontiff on their pilgrimage to populist prosperity.  The damage will be extensive.  The divide between the Trump Church and the Confessing Church will be substantial.

Trump will clearly be a one-term president.  He will have so damaged the party label that it may never recover.   Mike Pence will be insignificant moving forward but he’ll be able to tour the mash potato circuit, keynoting at the now irrelevant family groups like the AFA and the FRC who prostituted themselves as

Evangelicalism will suffer by complicity.  The big names who hopped into the Trump limo will suffer the walk of shame that every girl with disheveled hair and a stain on her dress must endure when the night comes to an end.  The enormity of damage to those who sacrificed good names, lifelong ministries, and future testimonies is incalculable.

Not that these men and women won’t still try to wave the banner for morality, they’ll blow the shofar but no one will pay attention other than the Twitter trolls who will incessantly mock them, and rightly so.  They have marked themselves as empty vessels.

Who would hear anything that James Dobson would say of Family Values anymore?  Why should we pray with Franklin Graham for our country to return to morality, has he returned Trump’s $100,000 “donation” and repented in sackcloth and ashes?  These will have as much standing in the world of virtue and morality as Milli Vanilli does in the world of music.

And this is the truly ugly part of the Trump viral breakout: our kids have been watching the whole thing.  And there’s the rub.  Why shouldn’t they grab some p***y at the frat party?  Why shouldn’t they tweet vulgarity at perceived enemies?  Why shouldn’t they put the love of money, bling, and power-lust above all things?  After all, they may be president one day, or even better, a reality star.


By John J Kirkwood

I’d be lying to you if I told you I knew who was going to win on Tuesday, but the following is what we ALREADY KNOW about the next President of the United States.

America’s next president thinks Planned Parenthood does wonderful things.

The next POTUS wants to raise the minimum wage.

The next President-Elect would welcome transgenders to use any bathroom they want.

The 45th President will be a good friend to the LGBTQ movement. The best.

The next President:

Believes Bill Clinton was a great President.

Supported Hillary for President.

Fraternized with the purveyor of Pedophile Island, Jeffrey Epstein.

Is an alleged felon.

Defended Hillary for Benghazi.

Thought Hillary was a great Senator and donated to her campaigns.

Thought Hillary was an excellent Secretary of State. The best!

Promises to use legal plunder to fund paid maternity leave.

Used Alinsky tactics to win their primary.

Will be a NY liberal.

Has children who have only and ever voted Democrat.

Argued for partial birth abortion on television.

Threatened to destroy women who have alleged sexual assault.

Was at Donald Trump’s third wedding.

Supported Harry Reid and Nancy Pelosi.

Donated money to the DNC.

Donated money to defeat tea-party candidates.

Hates Ted Cruz.

Believes that the abortion laws should stay how they are.

Argued for more gun control.

Argued for single-payer health care.

Wanted George W. Bush to be impeached.

Will continue Obama’s flexibility with Russia.

Wanted regime change in Libya.

Thinks Democrats do a better job on the economy.

Scheduled gay activists to speak at their convention and allowed them to attack the “culture wars.”

And apparently both candidates, Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, have a deep appreciation for female anatomy.

And while all the above is rooted in fact, would you allow me one opinion?

The next president will be unfit to preside in the oval office and a national disgrace. The next president will continue to disdain God, Christ, the Bible, and Christians. The next president will either persecute the church from without or poison it with corruption from within. The next president will cause the faithful to stand fast and those of little faith to bow down. The next president will continue to reveal the fearful and the faithful.

Now, tell me, am I lying?dennis


COMING SOON: What The Church Can Expect From President Clinton!  What The Church Can Expect From President Trump!


by John J Kirkwood

My #NeverTrump friends have me convinced that Trump is evil. My#NeverHillary friends have me convinced that Hillary is super evil.

So what is a believer to do when confronted with evil?

Sorry friends, this isn’t rocket science.

A believer confronted by evil is to reject it, expose it, rebuke it, and to overcome it, but we are never asked by the Father or by the Son, nor are we ever led by the Holy Spirit to embrace evil, or to accept it, or settle for it, or to celebrate it. We are not to condone evil nor are we to justify evil, not even Evil Lite that tastes great and comes with 1/3 less calories.

It takes human nature to come up with something as deceptively evil as the doctrine of the lesser evil.

If you’re struggling with your decision it’s because your New Nature and the Holy Spirit with which it resonates is convicting you of what your flesh is dragging you to do.

Who wins? Hint: It’s the dog you feed.

“Two natures beat within my breast
The one is foul, the one is blessed
The one I love, the one I hate.
The one I feed will dominate.”



By John J Kirkwood

I have a pastor friend who happens to be black.  He, like the Apostle Paul, cries out for his brethren after the flesh, not because they are unsaved but because they preach, teach, and embrace one thing on Sunday and go out and vote contrary to it on Tuesday.  This election, the pasty-white Republican will join the African-American Democrat as a majority of Christians will go out and vote contrary to their beliefs on a Tuesday in November.  And it’s not merely the fault of Jesse Jackson Jr and Al Sharpton on the Left, or Jerry Falwell Jr, Franklin Graham, and Robert Jeffress in the Bible belt.  These men may be, in this context, worthless shepherds, but they have huge flocks more than willing to follow them.

This election has been a winnowing.  The integrity of a people has been measured and found wanting.  I’m speaking of the American people as a whole.  There may be major disagreement over who to vote for, or, to vote at all, but one thing where there is near universal agreement is that the two people at the top of the ballot are despised.

There has never been a time in American history where two presidential candidates have been so disliked.  They both share record high unfavorable ratings in a time where the same poll shows that most people feel the country is headed in the wrong direction.  So how did it come to this?  It’s uglier than you think.

I have taken a lot of heat for not supporting the Republican candidate and for writing passionately against the man and against so-called “Evangelical” support of the man.  Some people are wondering just why I’ve taken such a strong stance against Donald Trump when I have written so prolifically about the evil of his opponent and the modern Democrat Party.  But it is because I have written about evil in “them” that I can’t neglect it when it occurs in “us.”

Now, before you break out your arguments of moral or immoral equivalency between the candidates, and drop the lesser-evil card, remember that up until a couple of years ago, Donald Trump was one of them.  And most who support him now, think he’s as low as I say but given the alternative, they’re just fine with that.

Here’s what I’d have to give up to support Trump:

I’d have to apologize to every other politician who I’ve held to a higher standard.  Every argument that I’ve ever made about “character” would have to be incinerated and I’d have to do it with my children watching.  What would that say to the next generation?  To my own progeny?

I’d have to resign my pulpit.  To be consistent, all that I’ve taught about virtue, integrity, faith over fear, idolatry, evil, lesser evil, fellowship with darkness, faithfulness over expediency, and finally, hypocrisy, would already declare anything else I had to say, “Dead on Arrival.”  And if you think that men like James Dobson, Robert Jeffress, and Jerry Falwell Jr. have a shred of integrity left, then I guess we should apologize to Demas, Bill Clinton, and Lot’s wife.

I’d have to confess to my children that I’ve been wrong this whole time.  That integrity, character, and principles matter MOST of the time.  And that the will of God is to be preferred until and unless it differs with the will of the people, following a primary.  But if the will of the people following a primary can cancel out your principles then why can’t the will of the people following a general election do the same?

I’d have to look at all those I’ve counseled who have been victims of sexual assault, both female and male, and say, “Sorry guys, you’re going to have to take one for the team.”  And why should they?  Because we stand for what’s right?

This may be the deepest and most unfortunate wound of the whole campaign.  Talk about being victimized all over again.  But this time, it’s your pastor, your brother, your father, your fellow conservatives who stand by indifferent.  NO ELECTION IS WORTH THAT. NO ONE CANDIDATE IS WORTH THAT.  We owe our brothers and sisters more than a callous indifference toward their pain to win short-term political gain. A perceived gain.

I’d have to sacrifice my testimony not just as a pastor as shown above but as a follower of Christ.  I could never speak of moral issues again without being challenged by others with my support of Donald Trump.

And it wouldn’t just be moral issues, although those are the most important.  There are dozens of issues that Donald Trump has supported that no Conservative, without a gun to his head, would dream of supporting: a trade position to the Left of Bernie Sanders, paid maternity leave, raising the minimum wage, torture, killing innocent family members of suspected terrorists, single-payer healthcare, no fly-no buy gun control, threatening the press with a breach of the 1st Amendment, threatening his own party on the down ballot by telling his people not to vote for them.

In essence, I would have to become something that for my whole life I have loathed in the godless, worldly, secular-humanists who make politics their religion, government their god, and win-at-all-costs their motto.

Christians in this election have been shown to be idolatrous in their preference for “values” that are absolutely opposed to Bible doctrine:

  • Choosing evil that good may come. (Supposed “Lesser Evil”)
  • A forced binary (situational ethics, same as above) – If you want to reduce voting to a binary then for the Christian it is never Candidate A over Candidate B if they are both evil, in that case, it would have to be faith over fear because one should never sin against conscience.
  • They do it so why can’t we? – In the recent days, I have seen Christians defending Trump’s statement from the final debate that he may not respect the outcome of the election based on the fact that Al Gore, Hillary Clinton, and even Barack Obama have said similar things in the past. Notice, if you will, how our measuring rod has moved from Richard Nixon (pretty low to begin with) to the absolute worst, vile Alinskyite’s in the other party. Men and women who wouldn’t accept, “Well, everyone’s doing it,” from their disrespectful tweener, are all of a sudden embracing the same philosophy in their defense of a 70-year-old man.
  • But Hillary is mean and scary. – “The question for the believer is never the strength of the enemy,” wrote my father, James Kirkwood, “but the power of God and the means of supply.” It wasn’t the wind and the waves that caused Peter to sink, it wasn’t Egyptian chariots or Assyrian archers that caused Israel to fail.  It was little faith.  Adopting the language of fear, desperation, and pragmatism leaves no room for faith; and frankly is a heck of a lot closer to the report of the ten spies than it is to Joshua and Caleb.

Finally, I’d just like to point out that every argument that believers make for supporting Trump is made from pragmatism.  “He’s not Hillary.”  Neither is Elizabeth Warren, but I wouldn’t vote for her just based on that. To buy into the lesser evil argument means that there is no election that you are not held to a fixed binary irrespective of any foundational principles. If it comes down to Pilate or Herod, you’re all in on Herod.

One of the most impassioned arguments is that the integrity of the Supreme Court is at stake, so we must be willing to sacrifice our character as a people to enshrine our character on the court.  SCOTUS has become an idol.  And I’m convinced, God will smash that idol shortly.

The frightful truth is that these two candidates are a reflection of who we’ve become.  As a wag pointed out on the internet the other day, “Trump is everything that is wrong with our culture, and Hillary is everything that is wrong with our government.”

I firmly believe that God is using Donald Trump as he’s using Hillary Clinton, as a judgment on a wayward, stiff-necked people.  Hillary Clinton is a judgment on a nation that has forgotten God and in some cases mocked Him, and Donald Trump is a judgment on a hypocritical party who waves a platform around when they need checks, volunteers, and votes, but when they get to Washington, ignore it and refuse to fight for it.

I am thankful that we haven’t yet received what we really deserve.  As bad as Donald and Hillary are, we are deserving of much worse – having committed graver indiscretions than other nations who have been judged harsher.

The proper mindset toward the judgment of God is not to dig in our heels and kick against the goads but to fall to our knees and repent; to fast, to pray, and to remain immovable and unshakable in our simple faith.

As Vaclav Havel has said so eloquently, “The power of the powerless consists not in clever political strategies but in the simple daily discipline of living within the truth and refusing to lie.”

My Brother’s Keeper

By John J Kirkwood

Netherlands, 1944. A village where Jews are hiding in Northern occupied territory is alarmed to find out that a new governor is to arrive within the month. The man is a reputed monster, no doubt sent by the SS to root out the Jewish population that has been rumored to be “festering” in the area.

Word comes to the community that a local businessman has a solution. On the eve following the next Sabbath, a boat will arrive providing an escape for us to flee through the Biesbosch to the liberated area in the South. The cost is small for such a great risk. But something doesn’t feel right.

You inquire among friends who have friends who know this businessman. Your fears are confirmed when you find out that this man has been a Nazi-sympathizer who has business ties with the Nazis, and has done very well. You even find newspaper articles that show this businessman cavorting with Nazis. And to your horror, even the notorious governor.

You rush home to warn your family. They refuse to listen. You go to the rabbi and leaders of the community, they seem fearful and dismiss your news as fear mongering. The more evidence you share, the more they speak of the evil of the coming governor, and when you persist they accuse you of being sympathetic to the occupiers.

You go back to your brother and sister and beg them to listen. Your sister refuses and warns you not to bring it up again. Your brother gets so infuriated when you show him a picture of the businessman with the Hauptsturmführer, that he punches you in the mouth.

On the night of the escape, curiosity and fear get the best of you. You arrive at the shore and see a row boat taking your friends out to the waiting fishing boat. It makes several trips and you’re torn between swallowing your pride and running out to catch the last boat or staying put in the shadows of the treeline.

You see your sister, Miriam, and your brother Yitzhak board the last boat. It’s not full, there’s room aboard. You stand up but your legs won’t carry you, there’s still a nagging pessimism that you hope isn’t arrogance. And then they’re gone.

Now you can only make out the silhouette of the fishing vessel against the night sky. There are no lights on the boat to betray it, just a faint moonlight. The boat turns and slowly makes its way to freedom.

A wave of guilt rushes over you.  Though indifferent to your own well-being, you suddenly feel shame. All you can think of is how foolish you were to try to talk those that you love out of escaping. What if they would have listened? What if they were standing right next to you seeing the last hope of life and freedom drift off into the dark horizon.

Your regret is shattered by a bright light. A boat has appeared next to the fishing vessel and a spotlight illuminates the startled cargo. There is screaming, and shouting in German, and then a burst of smaller lights that precede the horrid staccato sound of machine guns.

It comes on like thunder and then it trickles to a stop. Finally, just a few random bursts and then, nothing. You fall to your knees and weep uncontrollably. Miriam, Yitzhak, your rabbi, the little girl and her mother that hid in the same barn as you for the last month, gone. All of them, gone.

And then you see it. A faint ripple on the water that grows closer and closer to shore. You make out a figure crawling on all fours up the shoreline. You hear his breathing. You rush out of the shadows and offer up a prayer, hoping this might be Yitzhak. You grab him by the shoulders and he lifts up his head, his body tensing until he recognizes you. It is not Yitzhak.

“Reuben, it’s ok, it’s me, it’s me.” His body goes limp and he falls back to the ground. You stand up and offer him a hand. He takes it and rises to meet you eye to eye, your right hand holding his, your left hand steadying him on his shoulder.

He spits in your face. He pushes you away. He disappears into the forest.

A month later you pick through the garbage and find a day-old newspaper. It shows the arrival of the new governor. The town has thrown him a welcome party. Over the Hauptsturmführer’s left shoulder is a familiar face. The businessman who had promised deliverance, raising his glass for a toast.

The date was January 20, 1944. How strange though, the paper had a typo. It read January 20th, 2017.

A few years after the war, you see Reuben once more. He sees you first and has already started to cross the street. You begin to raise your arm in welcome when you realize what he is doing. He’s purposely avoiding you. It was then that you had the fleeting feeling that maybe you would have been better off boarding that boat.

No! And how foolish to even think it. Truth matters! No matter what, truth is worthy of all our small sacrifices and inconveniences. And maybe, in some future day, posterity will take note.

*Inspired by Paul Verhoeven’s Black Book, and the 2016 Presidential Campaign


By John J. Kirkwood

Folks, we need not argue about where to put the deck chairs. Allow me a simple analogy.

We are all on the Titanic. Some of us, call us #NeverEither are aware of our surroundings but choose dignity, faith, and fearlessness, so we are in our tuxedos enjoying a really great Scotch and the band’s sombre but ironically uplifting Nearer My God To Thee.

Others, call them Trumpites, are playing in the ice on the Promenade Deck thinking about Making Titanic Great Again. Still more are scurrying around trying to find a seat on a lifeboat, a life preserver, or at least a deck chair. They won’t.

And a select few, call them the established ruling class, are gluteus ensconced in the life boats.

But on November 9th we will ALL be in the water. It won’t matter how fine our quarters were on the journey or what our disposition was 5 minutes before we hit the iceberg. The only thing that’ll matter is our humanity to one another.

Here’s all I ask: If you see me floating by on a piece of debris, after we both share the digitus infamis with the people rowing away in the row-boats, will you stop and say a prayer with me?

A TALE OF TWO PITIES: A short note to my “friends” about the “chip on my shoulder” and the “thorn in my side.”

By John J. Kirkwood

I worked hard in this campaign for a candidate that I understood supported the principles of Biblical faith and the integrity of our original documents. Then Ted Cruz lost. Of the 17 on that stage, there were always a half a dozen or so who would in no way earn my vote.  Most, however, had no chance to win.

The Democrats were going to run a progressive Leftist and as it turns out so too the Republicans, therefore I would not support either candidate. My “friends” told me that I was harboring a grudge, which had never happened in my voting history prior, but nevertheless, I was somehow a cult-follower of Ted Cruz.

My “friends” told me that Ted would endorse at the convention and I knew he would not, still some thought I was crazy and that Ted was the typical politician. I was right. And I defended Ted’s decision to not endorse. So, I was still a “grudge-harboring #NeverTrump, sour-grapes cultist” who worshiped Ted Cruz.

Then Ted Cruz did do something out of character, he tapped out and endorsed Donald Trump, or, as he calls him for cover, “The Republican nominee.”  For this, Ted has been widely accepted by the Trump supporters, except for Roger Stone and others who are still attacking him.  Maybe Donald holds the grudge?

When Ted Cruz walked away from principle, however, I did not follow him because I am not a worshiper of men. I could argue that many Trump supporters are blind followers, completely immune to the facts of his recent past and daily flip-flops, but that isn’t the intention here.

There’s only one man that I worship, albeit imperfectly, and He’s clearly not on the ballot. Now, these same people who pegged me for a bitter cult-worshiper of Ted Cruz are attacking my current position on Ted Cruz and they’re out-of-breath outraged that I’m not following Ted Cruz like the lemming that they always supposed that I was.

So, let me break down for you just what that “chip on my shoulder” actually is and is not: the “thorn in my side” isn’t some whiny, dig-my-feet-in obstinate melancholy because I didn’t get my way in the primary, it’s merely principle.  I know that sounds revolutionary and maybe a smidge self-righteous, but it’s actually just a boundary that I’ve accepted and tried to consistently live up to since I entered the political sphere.

I didn’t support either of the major candidates in Illinois when the Republicans nominated a Platinum Donor to Planned Parenthood for Governor. I wrote in “Viva Cristo Rey!”

I supported Ted Cruz all this time because he was the one elected politician who demonstrated, year after year, that he had principle. I stopped supporting him, at least on this decision, when he proved to me that he had taken a different road.

I have been consistent from day one. My character and my principles don’t change on the far side of a Party’s primary, and, as Atticus Finch taught us, “The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.”

I have never been #NeverTrump, I refuse to give him billing. If you want to call it something call it Semper Fidelis, “Always Faithful,” to the principles that guide me.

This would have remained true if the Republicans had nominated John Kasich or Jeb Bush, as well. Somehow though, I doubt that there would be a movement to shame, guilt,  bully, and embarrass detractors, emanating from one of those gentlemen.  We become what we worship.

Ironically, some of the most ardent supporters of Donald Trump now found him completely deplorable just moments before he secured the nomination. Some, even up to the Convention were hoping for a coup. So what has brought these into the Donald’s corner?

My faith doesn’t turn into fear and desperation; I don’t abandon my values for pragmatism just because you say that I must, based on an arbitrary date or a mythical maxim. “I prefer to be true to myself,” as Frederick Douglass noted, “even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence.” confucius-quotes-5661

Now, if I’m perfectly content not entreating you to follow me, why haven’t you extended me the same courtesy?  I don’t remember the Romney people kvetching half as much as the oh-so-sensitive Trumpists.

I do differ with your decision to support Donald Trump because I believe him to be a flim-flam man whose flaws exclude him from serious consideration, but I’m not ready to exile those of you who differ.  Then again, “The fact that good people can be forced to do wrong doesn’t make them less good,” writes ben Malka. “But it also doesn’t make the wrong less wrong.”

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