On Immigration – The Statue – Part II

And so Emma Lazarus poem was auctioned off and disappeared into a New York mansion.

There was still not enough money to build a pedestal for the statue on Bedloe’s Island; private donations from the well to do were insufficient and the supporters of the project began to fear it would never come to fruition.

Turning to the government the pedestal encountered partisan obstacles; in New York the Republican controlled legislature allocated $50,000 for the project but it was vetoed by Democratic Governor Grover Cleveland.  A year later federal House members voted $100,000 for the pedestal but the Democrats in the Senate blocked the measure.

Construction of the base was now suspended – money had run rout.  Bartholdi’s huge statue, which he called Liberty enlightening the World gathered dust in over 200 crates in Europe.

The French became increasingly bitter while Boston and Philadelphia promised to immediately build a pedestal if the statue was sent to them.

Liberty may have never come to New York save for the efforts of Joseph Pulitzer.

Just when it seemed New York would lose the statue Pulitzer initiated a one man crusade to fund the project.

Pulitzer had come to America at age 17 to enlist in the Union Army.  After the war he was hired as a cub reporter in St. Louis for one of the city’s German language newspapers.  He became a mid-west newspaper baron before moving to New York and buying the struggling New York World.

And he made Bartholdi’s statue a crusade, having correctly seen it would become a beloved landmark and would invoke “more sentiment than we can now dream of.”  He argued it would be “an irrevocable disgrace to New York City and the American Republic to have France send us this splendid gift without having provided so much as a landing place for it.”

“Let us not wait for millionaires to give us the money!  It is not a gift from the millionaires of France to the millionaires of America, but a gift of the whole people of France to the whole people of America!”

His paper now appealed to the people to come forward.

Pulitzer’s instincts proved on target once again.  Donations poured in with notes from humble New Yorkers sending their pennies, dimes and quarters; little notes, which were gems of popular patriotism.  “Here is my allowance;” “Here is the contents of my piggy bank.”

Construction of the pedestal resumed when the statue – still in pieces- arrived in New York in June 1885 to much pomp and celebration.  Pulitzer announced less than 2 months later that the money for the pedestal had been raised.

Emma Lazarus was not in New York when the statue arrived.  She had sailed for Europe but she was not feeling well.  Slowly her strength was being sapped – she had cancer, lymphoma – gradually overcoming her immune system.

Over the next two years, sensing she would not recover she began to try to shape her literary legacy, copying all of her favorite compositions into a notebook by hand, putting them in the order in which she wanted them published after her death.

On the very first page, in the place of honor, was The New Colossus.”

After returning to New York in 1887 she succumbed to the cancer.  She was only 38 years old.

None of her obituaries mention The New Colossus.

Her sisters, who controlled her literary estate brought out a two volume set of her collected works in 1888 – and they defied her instructions concerning her proudest achievement.

The New Colossus appeared on page 202.

A photo taken on dedication day

Meanwhile, the Statue of Liberty had been assembled and dedicated amid extraordinary pomp and ceremony on October 28, 1886.  None of the speeches of President Cleveland or any of the dignitaries present mention immigrants or immigration. Native born Americans could not perceive how the sight of the statue would unleash a torrent of pent up emotions in those who dreamed they might live to see it.

Russian Jews, Scandinavians, Austro-Hungarians and several thousand Chinese poured into New York, hearing the “far flung clarion call of American liberty and her promise of equal opportunity.”

By 1895 it was the outpouring of Italians, surpassing the Germans who had held the top spot for forty years.  Italians would hold the top spot for 17 or the next 20 years.  New York’s population, which had been dominated by the Irish and Germans became predominantly Italian and Jewish.  One quarter of the nation’s Italians and a third of its eastern European Jews lived in New York.  Some 10% of all the Jews in the world lived in New York.

Italy had no pogroms but it had crushing poverty.  More than four million Italians moved to the United States between 1880 and 1920, including my 4 grandparents.  Most moved out of despair for themselves and their children and the impossibility of ever owning a piece of land to call your own.

“A few years of schooling and then work for the rest of one’s life – no prospect of ever going beyond the 5th grade or ever becoming other than what one started out to be.”

“Every bit of cultivable soil is owned by those fortunate few who lord over us.”

Living in squalid conditions, “The life of the men, the beasts and the land seemed fixed in an inflexible circle, hemmed in by the position of the mountains and the passage of time, as if condemned by nature to life imprisonment.”

After Italian unification in 1861 only 2% of males were eligible to vote in Italy.  It wasn’t until 1912 that all Italian males over 30 could participate in elections.

And so they came.  Many northern Italians went to Argentina; in 1890 Buenos Aires had four times as many Italian immigrants as New York.  Southerners came to New York by the millions after 1890.

The ocean voyage was by steamship now.  Conditions were much improved, even in steerage; it was bad but at least it was short.  People still vomited and women were still pawed.

Saying goodbye on the dock at Naples

Departure would now include festivities the night before.  Families and villagers would gather at a railway station the next morning to say goodbye and as the train approached to take a son away to Naples and then New York, mothers would lose control, wail and hold their children.  Everyone knew there was little likelihood they would see each other again.  It was almost as if they were dead. the train station replacing the cemetery.

The sight the immigrants remembered most, judging from memoirs and letters, was the sight of the statue on entering New York harbor.  “It was conveying a special promise to me.”  Lifting the children, even their infants to get of view of Liberty, weeping for joy, wailing, dancing

They had left so much behind, everything they had ever known to make the journey to America.

Emma Goldman, the socialist vividly recalled the day when she and her half sister arrived – “Our eyes filled with tears.  Everyone was on deck.  Helena and I stood pressed to each other, enraptured by the sight of the harbor and the Statue of Liberty suddenly emerging from the mist.  Ah!  There she was, the symbol of hope and freedom!  She held her torch high to light the way to the free country, the asylum for the oppressed of all lands.  We too, Helena and I would find a place in the generous heart of America.”

Library of Congress – 1910

Seventeen million immigrants would find a place from the day the statue was dedicated to the beginning of World War I, a movement of people without precedent in human history.

While immigrants seeking refuge could see the connection of the statue to their idea of liberty, it took native born Americans 20 years to recognize the transcendent connection.

In 1903 they placed a bronze tablet just inside the entrance to the pedestal bearing Enna Lazarus’ sonnet.  The poem has spoken to millions of aspiring immigrants ever since.

Today, as the grandson of immigrants, I know Emma Lazarus is turning over in her grave.

P.S – Not everyone saw in the statue the face of Liberty.

An African American run newspaper in Ohio called the Cleveland Gazette wrote that the torch should not be lit and the government should:

“Shove the Bartholdi statue, torch and all, into the ocean until the ‘liberty’ of this country is such as to make it possible for an inoffensive and industrious colored man to earn a respectable living for himself and family, without being ku-kluxed, perhaps murdered, his daughter and wife outraged, and his property destroyed.”


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On Immigration – The Statue – Part 1


And so the Civil War was over; “these United States” became “the United States. ” Emancipation brought the abolition of slavery to the country as former slaves became citizens along the right to vote and equality before the law.

Of course it didn’t quite work out that way but few could foresee another hundred years of Jim Crow and segregation.

In France, Eduard Rene de Laboulaye, a noted French legal scholar, like most French intellectuals of his day, adored the United States.  (How things have changed!)  It was not so much its culture that he loved; it was its Constitution, a government of freedoms with a written Bill of Rights.

He was thrilled when slavery was abolished, always believing that the institution was inconsistent with United States republican ideals.  When Robert E. Lee surrendered, Laboulaye established the French Emancipation Committee, hoping a great monument would be build to honor emancipation and that it could be a joint French-American project, for the French too prized liberty above all else.

No one in the United States was interested.

In the 1870s the French government approved funds to pay for the design and construction of a colossal statue, asking that the Americans only provide a suitable location and pedestal.  Frederic Bartholdi, the schulpture’s eventual designer, sailing into New York to promote the idea, passed tiny Bedloe’s island and decided the statue should be there, to be seen by every ship passenger arriving at the United States busiest port.

Presidents Grant and Hayes authorized the erection of the statue but America was a starkly different place in 1877 than it was in 1865.  Tired of the sectionalism and staggering under a recession which saw a 25% unemployment rate in the northeast and mid-west, white Americans did not want to be reminded of the issues which so recently divided them.

Other states didn’t want to pay for something in New York and New Yorkers simply viewed it as a waste of money in hard times.  Besides, no one thought the French would complete the project so why build a pedestal?

The French, sensing the lack of interest in a monument to emancipation now touted it as a gift for the 100th anniversary of American independence and long French-American friendship, but it was still a no go.  The pedestal committee in America tried everything imaginable to raise $100,000 for the base on Bedloe’s island  – newspaper memorials, theater benefits, tours of private art collections,  Bartholdi sent the gigantic arm of the statue for public view, conveying the magnitude of the project.

In 1883 the Committee held an auction for which they solicited art and literary manuscripts – a leather bound, velvet lined portfolio that would include twenty five watercolors and letters from the President, Mark Twain, Henry James and Bret Harte – and two original poems to be auctioned off for the pedestal fund.

One of the writers asked to submit a poem was 34 year old Emma Lazarus, born into “one of the best known and oldest Hebrew families” of the city.    Emma’s family, wealthy from Louisiana sugar, spent most of their time in New York and summered at Newport, socializing with the Astors,  Belmonts and Vanderbilts.   Her modest literary renown resulted from poetry and magazine articles, primarily on Jewish topics, but she corresponded regularly with Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry James.

Emma had a strong social conscience despite her wealth.  “The problems of the world weighed strangely heavy on her mind” noted Constance Cary Harrison. a well to do acquaintance.  More about Constance Harrison later.

The anti-Semitic pogroms in eastern Europe after the assassination of Alexander II brought waves of Russian Jews to New York and she volunteered to assist the refugees working at the Hebrew Emigrant Aid Society and the Jewish “paupers” refuge on Wards Island.

After one visit to the island she noted “how excited the immigrants were to breathe in America the air of freedom….Every American must feel a thrill of pride and gratitude in the thought that this country is refuge of the oppressed….and however wretched be the material offered to him from the refuse of other nations, he accepts it with generous hospitality.”

Constance Harrington, another of New York’s female writers was a native of Mississippi and was the Confederacy’s Betsy Ross, having sewed along with her sisters the first Confederate battle flag – the Stars and Bars.  Her husband was Jefferson Davis’ private secretary.

Relocating to New York after the war she became a successful novelist acquainted with Lazarus.  She was one of the socialites asked to assemble the portfolio to be auctioned off for the pedestal fund.

She approached Emma to write a poem.  Lazarus at first refused to write something “to order,” which most assuredly would “be flat” lacking ins:piration.

Harrison refused to take no for an answer.  In her thick Mississippi drawl she sarcastically replied

Think of that Goddess standing on her pedestal down yonder in the bay, and holding her torch out to those Russian refugees of yours you are so fond of visiting on Wards Island!”

“A nerve struck, her dark eyes deepened, her cheek flushed and the time for merriment was passed.  She said not a word more then.”

A few days laer Lazarus delivered a handwritten sonnet to Harrison for the portfolio entitled The New Colossus”  

That 14 line poem gave new meaning and purpose to the figure of Liberty.  It would not honor emancipation nor the anniversary of independence.  Of course no one knew it yet.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
with conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
a mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles.  From her beacon-hand
glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
with silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
uour huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Like every other moneymaking scheme the Pedestal Committee dreamed up, it was a disappointment.  The portfolio was sold for $1,500, only half what the Committee expected.  The portfolio quickly disappeared into a New York mansion and Lazarus’ sonnet, which organizers had read at the auction was immediately forgotten.

There was still no pedestal on which to place the statue.





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The Insulin Racket – Toritto’s Foresight

More than four years ago I put up a post entitled “The Insulin Racket’ outlining how the insulin I had been taking for my type 1 diabetes was driven off of the market and replaced with patented “human” insulin and how the price of these new insulins have been rising year after year.


I know readers.  You are simply amazed at my foresight and vision.


I wrote three more posts on the subject, including The Insulin Racket – Driving to Canada” put up just this last June.


I also posted on the high cost of sticks for blood testing meters, which we all use , which cost .08 cents apiece to manufacturer and retail for $1.80 each.  Even on Amazon the cost is about 0.70 cents each.


Today my insulin retails for about $175 per bottle – which lasts me two weeks and a day or two.  I use three sticks for my blood meter a day at a minimum.

Now I came to the conclusion years ago that nobody wants to “cure” diabetes which, in this day of heart, liver and kidney transplants, bone marrow, stem cells etc. seems incredulous to me.

Everyone wants to “manage” diabetes.  Why?

Because we are walking cash cows stupid – that’s why.

Well Toritto has finally gotten the nation’s attention to this issue – now that people are dying because they CAN’T AFFORD the price of insulin in the United States of America – the richest country in the world.

Why can one drive to Canada and buy insulin at TEN PERCENT OF WHAT IT COSTS HERE?  Same insulin.  Same manufacturer.  Same packaging.

Why?  Because drug company overlords are greedy, heartless bastards – that’s why.

This morning Huffington published this article by Johnathon Cohb:


Read it and weep.


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A Day In The Life

“Which one says Sunday, Clark?”

This one!!”


“Who?  Me?  I didn’t do it”


Lunch!  Yum!


Weekend in Orlando!


The Little Mermaid!




What a fun day!!


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The Lizard King

Donald the Lizard overlooking his realm.


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On Immigration – The Orange Riots and the Aftermath

The Catholic Irish as depicted in Harper’s Weekly

And so it was July 12, 1871 – Boyne Day – and the Orange Order of Irish Protestants marched down Broadway, surrounded by 1,000 New York City Police and five regiments of New York militia.  The sidewalks and buildings held tens of thousands of Irish Catholics determined to see to it that that Orange Order did not march in peace.

By sunset, two policemen,  three militia men and sixty two civilians lay dead between 24th and 25th streets on 8th avenue.

The crowd had fled in all directions when the shooting started and then, reported the Times, in one of the most egregious acts of bad taste in New York’s history, the band struck up “a lively tripping quickstep”  and the Orangemen marched away “leaving the dead still on the street.”

The scene on the street was one of gore and horror, leaving grown men aghast. Between 24th and 25th street one had to pick his way through the bodies, “the street clotted with gore and pieces of brain.”

The Irish World  called it the “slaughter on 8th Avenue.”

The mainstream New York press, which viewed the carnage in the context of the draft riots of 1863, called the outcome a victory over mob rule.

“Excelsior!  Law Triumphs!  Order Reigns! trumpeted the Herald.  The Times called the result “a noble vindication of the might of popular will and of the Justice which lives in the un-perverted instincts of a free people.”  Each brushed aside the frightful death toll and the soldiers failure to warn the rioters to disperse before firing, as was typical in instances of urban unrest.

The Tribune argued that this “unfortunate blunder…had one happy effect of cowing and crushing the rioters, saving the city from greater bloodshed.”

Harper’s weekly cartoon merely stated Bravo!  Bravo!

Of course Irish Catholics viewed the outcome completely differently.

“We demand justice” cried the Irish American.  A shower of rocks and even bricks does not justify over 60 fatalities.  “Murder has been done by wholesale and the murders must be traced and punished.”

Much of the blame, argued the Irish American, lay with nativists and those at Harper’s Weekly, whose stereotyping of the Irish (mostly by Thomas Nast) made it possible for troops to fire indiscriminately as if Irish lives did not matter.

Think of it without the hash tag:  Irish lives matter!

Harper’s regularly depicted the Irish as animals rather than human beings.

“Though oppressed, our people are not low; though wronged we are not guilty – though pictured with gorilla faces and misshapen forms by base bigots, we are men!  Irishmen, having free souls and spirit sufficient to work for freedom for our loved lnad.”

The riots did lead both Irish immigrants and native born New Yorkers to one shared conclusion – and they turned their wrath on William Tweed – “Boss Tweed” – the leader of Tammany Hall and the New York Democratic machine.

William “Boss” Tweed

Tweed and Tammany Hall played a major role in the politics of 19th century New York City and State. At the height of his influence, Tweed was the third-largest landowner in New York City, a director of the Erie Railroad, a director of the Tenth National Bank, a director of the New-York Printing Company, proprietor of the Metropolitan Hotel,  a significant stockholder in iron mines and gas companies, a board member of the Harlem Gas Light Company, a board member of the Third Avenue Railway Company, a board member of the Brooklyn Bridge Company, and the president of the Guardian Savings Bank.

Tweed’s greatest influence however came from being an appointed member of a number of boards and commissions, his control over political patronage in New York City through Tammany, and his ability to ensure the loyalty of voters through jobs he could create and dispense on city-related projects.

Tweed was not Irish but Scottish, born in New York.  And in the age of patronage, he gave the Irish jobs on city projects in return for their votes. Nothing happened in New York without Tweed’s support.  If you were a real estate developer and wanted the street in front of your property improved you went to Boss Tweed and paid your bribe.  Irishmen would do the work in exchange for their votes on election day.  If you didn’t vote for Tweed and work for his candidates, you didn’t work again on a plum city job.

But the Irish were furious that Tammany was doing nothing to punish those responsible for the carnage on 8th Avenue.  “Not one man, of all those we have put into office by our votes and influence, appears to have the pluck to come forward and demand that there shall be a full and fair investigation.”

Native born New Yorkers, in contrast saw the riots as a direct result of Tweed’s venality. “These frightful scenes will not cease until that corrupt party which depends for its existence upon the votes of the ignorant and vicious, loses its tyrannical control of our public life” declared the Tribune.

The Times went even further, calling the Irish “dupes” of Tammany imploring the Irish to free themselves from Tweed.  “The ax is already laid at the root of the tree and it needs a persistent series of strong and well directed blows to send it home.”

Thomas Nast began devoting virtually all his work to Tweed, depicting him and his simian Irish cronies as bloated vultures, devouring the city’s taxpayers or drinking champagne.  Readers nation-wide began to await his latest cartoon skewering Tweed and the Irish.

Tweed as a money bag

Meanwhile, Irish associated with Tweed and Tammany began coming forward with hard evidence.  As evidence of theft and corruption mounted, Tweed tried to buy the Times to silence it but was thwarted by wealthy New Yorkers who acquired the shares instead.

Tweed tried to buy off Nast, offering him $100,000 to take a “sabbatical in Europe.”  Nast negotiated it up to half a million dollars (equivalent to ten million dollars today) before rejecting it.

On July 22, 1871 the Times published  ledgers obtained from Tweed Irish informants – it was a journalistic bombshell, equivalent in its day to the Pentagon Papers exactly one hundred years later.

Amid the unrelenting headlines, Tweed was arrested and indicted for fraud, found guilty and sentenced.  An appeals court ruled the sentence was in excess of the law for the crimes committed and he was relased.  He was immediately re-arrested on other charges and returned to prison – from where he escaped to Florida, then to Cuba.

He was boarding a vessel for Spain when he was detained and returned to New York where he died in prison awaiting a second trial.

Samuel Tilden, Chief Prosecutor of Tweed

The Chief Prosecutor against Tweed was Samuel Tilden, who would come within one Electoral vote of being elected President of the United States.

Rutherford B. Hayes, the Republican candidate would defeat him by offering southern electors the removal of all Federal troops occupying the south.  The southern electors voted for the Republican candidate rather than the popular vote winner in their own states.

It was the first time the winner of the popular vote would not become President.  It would not be the last.  It has happened twice in the past 20 years.

Tilden’s defeat opened the door to the Jim Crow south and segregation for the next hundred years.

William Russell Grace, the first Irish Catholic Mayor of New York

Back in New York, the first Irish Catholic Mayor of the city, William Russell Grace, was elected in 1880.

Born in Ireland to a well-to-do family, William and his father, James Grace, traveled to Peru in 1851, seeking to establish an Irish agricultural community.  James returned home but William remained, where he began work with the firm of John Bryce and Co., as a ship chandler.

In 1854, the company was renamed Bryce, Grace & Company, in 1865, to Grace Brothers & Co., and then W. R. Grace and Company.  It would become the dominant shipping company between North and South America.

Grace married while in Peru to Lillius Gilchrist, the daughter of a prominent Maine ship builder.and relocated with his new wife to New York.

Opposing the Tammany Hall candidate,  Grace was elected as the first Irish American Catholic mayor of New York City.   He conducted a reform administration attacking police scandals, patronage and organized vice; reduced the tax rate and set up a modern civil service system in place of patronage politics.

Grace would become a renowned philanthropist and humanitarian, at one point contributing a quarter of the aid delivered to Ireland aboard the steamship Constellation during the Irish Famine of 1879.  In 1897, he and his brother, Michael, founded the Grace Institute for the education of women, especially immigrants.

During his second term as Mayor he would gratefully accept  the Statue of Liberty from France for New York.


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Words Have Consequences – From The Archives

Words have consequences.

A couple of days ago I put up a post about recent job losses suffered by a number of conservative commentators on television and radio over remarks expressed about abortion and the teen survivors of the Parkland shootings.


The remarks ranged from mocking over college rejections (I’m sure the young man referred to can now attend any college he wishes) to name calling (paid actors, “pussy”, “soulless”, “mushy brained children committing spiritual suicide”) to an opinion that women who have abortions should be hanged to “getting ready to shove a hot poker up his ass”

Now some of these folks lost their jobs or a portion of their income over these words – their advertisers who previously supported their shows fled in droves, not wanting to become associated with such words.  For the advertisers, the line had been crossed.

These attacks on the Parkland students did not address their issue – a ban on military style assault weapons in private hands and universal background checks on anyone purchasing a weapon.  A lot of folks support these positions.  If the issue had been directly addressed by the commentators they would still be working.  Instead they attacked the messengers.

Now a lot of folks out there, including some who waste their precious time reading this blog think that its just terrible these folks were chastised for what they said and that they should be free to say anything they like.  First Amendment ya know.

Well of course they are free to say anything they like.   I do.  Just not on someone else’s dime.

Speech is free but words have consequences.

Here on WordPress I can express just about any opinion I like – at least for now.  Why?  Well you see, I don’t get paid; and I don’t get paid because I have no large audience.  And because I have no large audience, I HAVE NO POWER.

So nobody gives a rat’s ass what I think.  I’m just an old crank living in Florida.  Nobody is going to fire me for calling Donald Trump a 1,000 lbs. of shit.  On the other hand if I had half hour on t.v. everyday and said Donald Trump is a 1,000 lbs. of shit in a 300 lb. bag,  I’m sure I wouldn’t last the week.  Well maybe a week on Rachel Maddow’s show.  My advertisers would hear about it, drop my show and that, as they say, would be that.  That’s capitalism.

If I hd couched my opposition to Trump in policy and even personality terms I would be free to oppose him.  My advertisers would continue to support me because they wanted to reach my audience.  However calling the President a 1,000 lb. bag of shit on live television would, I’m sure, get me fired.

Awhile back I put up a post entitled “Fundamentalism and Mental Illness.”


“Now I ask you.  Are these folks mentally ill?”

The post got 20 “likes” from the usual suspects.  Nothing happened to me; not even any attempted trolling.

Why?  Because I’m a nobody whose opinions only matter perhaps on Election Day.  If a couple of million people followed my every word on T.V. or social media I would have advertisers.  And the moment I began questioning the mental health of fundamentalist Christians they would flee.  And I would be free to speak my mind on WordPress or at the Speaker’s Corner in a local park but not on someone else’s dime.

You are free to speak when no one listens to you. Once you have an audience your words have consequences.  Try running for office as an avowed atheist.

Speak at an open election rally in any city or town in America.  Tell the folks churches should be taxed. Tell them you think god and their holy books are superstitious nonsense; a carry over from ancient times when men didn’t know why the sun rose in the morning or why the crops grew.  Tell them Jesus didn’t rise from the dead, Mary wasn’t a virgin and the wafer doesn’t turn into the body and blood of Christ when the priest says the magic words.  That’s its still just a wafer.

Not only will you not get elected; you will receive numerous death threats.  And you certainly won’t get advertisers for a show no matter how many atheists follow your tweets.

Words have consequences.  Atheists are the single largest under-represented “minority” in the nation.  There is not one single “out” non-believer in the House or Senate.  Even Trump fakes it.

I still watch NBC and CBS evening broadcast to try to get reasonably truthful news.  I watch nothing on Fox save the local football team during NFL season.  Nether do I watch MSNBC.   Or CNN. Or the likes of Breitbart.  I’ll peak at Salon and Huffington, The Nation, New Republic, Real Politics and occasionally Red State and American Spectator to see what the other side is thinking.

I never for a moment believed that the Parkland activists were “paid actors.” Nor did I believe the despicable shit that the children murdered in Connecticut didn’t exist at all.  Nor do I believe every other atrocity is a false flag event perpetrated by the CIA.  Some perhaps; but not all.  Nor did I believe that the Dems were running a pedophile ring in the basement of a Washington D.C. pizza joint.  One idiot did.  He went to D.C with a gun to free the children.  He probably subscribes to the Q-anon conspiracy theory.  Moron.

I remember a time when Americans trusted their main stream media. When Walter Cronkite went on the air in 1968 and said the Vietnam War was unwinnable, people believed him – because they trusted him to speak the truth.

Today he would just be blown off as fake news.

It must be fake and not the truth because you don’t agree with him.  But Walter spoke the truth.

Truth Lives.

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