At What Cost?

If Donald Trump was president today, Ukraine would not have been invaded, gas would be $2.50 a gallon, inflation would be negligible and no American’s would have been left behind in Afghanistan.  On Biden’s watch, the Taliban had a parade of terrorists wearing US fatigues armed with US rifles, loaded with US ammo and sporting US night-vision goggles.

Considering the trends when Trump was president, it is likely the stock market would be up, (like it was) unemployment would be at record lows, (like it was), and we would be a net exporter of fossil fuels not beholding to our enemies, (like we were.)

God bless President Biden, but he is barely functional.  Any rational observer can see his infirmities.  Trump Derangement Syndrome blinds the Biden sycophants to his obvious-to-everyone-else decline.  Comparing the unscripted Trump to the unscripted Biden is an embarrassing debacle.  Biden’s frailty and stumbling has emboldened our enemies while weakening our nation.

The blood of the 12 American soldiers killed during the haphazard desertion of Afghanistan as well as the hundreds and counting of dead Ukrainian civilians is rightfully a stain on the hands of America’s weakest and worst president in my lifetime, Joe Biden.


Getting Things Done

(In a previous article about squash and the Olympics, Bob Kingsley outlined the inner workings of relationship building and importance of making back-channel alliances in order to curry favor with the powers-that-be.  In this article, he explains in detail, one example of how it goes sometimes in the nuts-and-bolts of deal-making.)

After an abundance of political and relationship work done in the late 1980’s involving amongst many things the USSRA, (now US Squash) gaining membership in the USOC, (United State Olympic Committee), US Squash was providing leadership to the Pan American region and the squash communities that made up that large family of nations by creating and then organizing the Federacion Pan America de Squash.  This amalgam of the 28 countries throughout the region that had squash federations lent legitimacy to our efforts to push for the inclusion of squash further into the Olympic family of sports.

What resulted was the success of squash being deemed as a sport eligible to be contested in the Pan American games!  The key word here is “eligible” as distinguished from “on the roster” of permanently included sports.  It is up to the various sports organizations themselves to lobby the host country in order to gain access to that stage.  In most instances, about half a dozen sports are in that “eligible” bubble, competing with each other for their shot at participating as “demonstration sports.”  For the 1995 Pan American Games, squash was one of six sports looking for that chance.

It was my job to see to it that squash was that sport. 

Once a sport is actually contested in a big regional games venue like the Pan American Games, then the decision makers at the highest levels can observe, assess and better understand whether or not that sport has the necessary ingredients to become a part of the events on the larger stage of the Olympic Games themselves.

In order to make that case to the organizers of the upcoming 1995 Pan American Games that were announced as being hosted by the Argentinean city of Mar del Plata, it was determined that a visit to the host city and meeting face-to-face with the games organizers in Mar del Plata made the most sense.  In the spring of 1990, I flew into the Buenos Aires international airport with the goal of meeting the host organizers and making a deal for the inclusion of squash in the upcoming Pan American Games.

Before leaving the states, I had to have a clear understanding from US Squash leadership as to what the parameters were regarding my deal-making abilities.  As we hashed out ideas and suggestions, it was determined that we would offer to bring a state-of-the-art glass squash court to the venue, at our expense, and if need be, make a financial contribution to the organizational committee of up to $10,000.00.

  At the time, the portable, glass-paneled squash courts were scarce and expensive.  If it was absolutely necessary in order to make the deal, I was authorized to gift the court itself to the squash federation of Argentina, but only as a last ditch measure.   Obviously, if I could somehow accomplish what we needed to do with less cash and less commitment, then all the better.

I landed in Buenos Aires on the 2nd of April and was due to return home on Easter Sunday, April 15, 1990.  In planning this trip, I had been stymied in securing a connecting flight to Mar del Plata due to the flights being sold out.  I had not considered that in South America, the seasons are more-or-less reversed from ours, and this was the end-of-the-summer holiday season where everyone was returning from vacations and the domestic air traffic was impossibly busy.  Being the adventurous, world-traveler that I was, I decided to rent a car in Buenos Aires and drive to Mar del Plata, a route along the eastern shore of the country, some 250 plus miles to the South.

At the time in Argentina, many police sub-stations were located adjacent to roadway round-abouts throughout the cities and even throughout the countryside.  In those days, the police would often times simply send uniformed men outside and into the near-by streets to conduct random traffic stops.  The 2nd day of April, 1990 was my lucky day in experiencing the inner-workings of the Argentinean police apparatus, in this case specifically the Buenos Aires sub-station.  As I waited in the line of cars, I thought this would be a routine examination of paperwork and I would quickly be on my way.  When the officer questioned the legality of my drivers license, he instructed me to pull into the police parking lot and go inside to deal with his Sergeant.

My Spanish is really limited, but I tried to explain to the Sergeant that my license was indeed sufficient and that my car was legally rented.  Unfortunately, the Sergeant’s English was no better than my Spanish, and as we struggled to communicate, he took my English-Spanish language translation booklet from my hands and looked directly at me and said, in English:  “Pay cash.”

I told the Sergeant that he was making a big mistake.  As I explained to him the nature of my visit, and how I was representing the United States of America in dealings with his own country, I offered to him a letter I had that was from the President of the US Olympic Committee addressed to the President of the Argentinean Olympic Committee.  He handed it back dismissively and repeated his only well-spoken English phrase, “Pay cash.”  I knew if I protested much more, I would end up in jail and all of my money would be gone, so I relented and after some additional back-and-forth negotiations, left the clutches of the Buenos Aires police sub-station $300.00 poorer and much the wiser.

Six or so hours later, driving on one of the most dangerous roads I have ever been on, (and that is saying something), I reached my hotel in Mar del Plata and got good nights sleep.

 Then next morning, I arrived at the local mayor’s office in the municipal building where I was to conference with the games organizers.  I was provided an interpreter and as her and I chatted, I told her what had happened back in Buenos Aires.  As she translated my comments to the assembled group of various officials assembled for the meeting, I could see the blood run out of the faces of those listening.  All hell broke loose as the local police chief was hastily summoned to take my statement.  He arrived carrying an old-school typewriter and he painstakingly took my statement.  Quick to follow the chief came the Chief Justice of the Argentinean Supreme Court.  This man spoke English and we had a very nice conversation about what had happened.  He asked me if I would recognize those men again if I saw them and I assured him that I would.

The next day, the headline in the national newspaper of Argentina was:  American Olympic official extorted by Buenos Aires Police.  My hotel phone began to ring.  First a request for a radio show interview locally, (which I did.)  Second, a call from a radio show producer in Havana wanting my comments, which I gave, and finally, as I left my hotel, the throng of reporters and news people haranguing me with questions.  This went on for a few days and as some began to doubt my rendition of what happened, a local citizen that had happened to be in the same line of cars in back of me at the police station corroborated my story because he too was extorted by the same Sergeant and he had overheard our conversation.

Later that week as things settled a bit, I had a dinner meeting with the organization President and Vice President.  They were profoundly embarrassed by what had happened.  They told me that they were going to secure my rental car, make arrangements to have it returned to Buenos Aires, and take charge of my return transportation.  I believe they were afraid it might happen again.  I told them flat out, no, I drove here and I would drive back.  I wouldn’t be cowed into submission by some thug cop or a corrupt system.  I could see the panic in my host’s eyes.  As the meal progressed, I told them that it would be a shame if news of my extortion became widely known outside of Argentina.  That could have a devastating effect on attendance.  The bargaining negotiations had begun in earnest.

Squash was indeed contested in the 1995 Pan American Games, beating out at least four other sports for that opportunity.  US Squash ended up supplying the glass court because it made the venue so much better for spectators and it also allowed for choosing almost anyplace to stage it.  We did not however leave it for the host country, nor did we make any financial contributions.  My $300.00 payment to the Buenos Aires police benevolent association proved to be payment enough.

My flight back to the states was scheduled for the evening of April 15th, 1990, Easter Sunday.  After determining to drive myself back to Buenos Aires, my hosts were so worried about my well-being, that they fashioned a rolling caravan of vehicles around me as we formed a cong-line north to the capitol.

 As we approached center-city Buenos Aires, our caravan pulled into that police sub-station at the round-about and stopped.  I looked outside the station and saw scores of uniformed policemen standing in formation at attention.  The Chief Justice of the Supreme Court that had interviewed me earlier escorted me along the lines of the assembled policemen and asked me to point out the two men.  I first spotted the officer I encountered in the street and as I indicated to the judge his identity, I asked him to please consider that he was only doing his basic job and that he did nothing to me other than to follow his orders.  I really didn’t want anything to happen to him.

The sergeant however was another story.  I had warned him.  As I proceeded along the lines, I spotted my Sergeant.  I walked up to him and I got out my English-Spanish translation booklet and I said, in my bad Spanish, Te dije que estabas cometiendo un error, or in English:  I told you you were making a mistake.”

With that done, I told my hosts I was perilously close to missing my flight and the judge said to me, “No worries, I’ll have you taken from here to the airport, we’ll take care of the rental car and you’ll make your flight, I promise.”  As I said my goodbyes and grabbed my bags, I got into the back seat of a Buenos Aires police car and as we pulled out into traffic, siren wailing and lights flashing, I had the terrifying thought that this all could have been a set-up and I could be taking my last ride.  As we raced up a main street in Buenos Aires, we were easily going 60 plus miles per hour and as I looked out to see how in God’s name we could be accomplishing this in the middle of a metro area with some 13 million people, I saw that every cross street we were passing had policemen stopping traffic so we could make our run to the airport without any interference.

Once at the airport, the driver of the police car handed me off to another cop that took me, without stopping and without any questions or examination, directly onto the jet way to the aircraft that was already loaded and waiting on me.  As I made my way down the planes main isle, every eye was on me as responsible for the 20-minute delay.  I was never so happy to leave a place as I was on that Easter Sunday in 1990 and that $300.00 was undoubtedly the best investment US Squash ever made.


Making The Case for Jesus Without Turning you Off

You’ve probably been attacked by one kind or another of a “holy roller”, babbling something about being “born again”, warning you about the depths of hell while touting the wonders of heaven, all while waving a bible in your face.

Sometimes, it simply takes someone else to tell you something you have heard a million times, but say it in a different way, and that makes all of the difference in your understanding.

I hope this explanation of Christianity makes that connection for you.

It’s really just this simple:

  1. Accept and acknowledge that Jesus Christ is the son of God.
  2. Accept and acknowledge that Jesus Christ died and suffered so that you might live and be forgiven for your sins.
  3. Accept and acknowledge that only through the grace of God does anyone find forgiveness.
  4. Ask Jesus Christ to become your savior.

Items 1 and 4 are pretty easily understood, even if you have little background or knowledge about the bible or Christian history.  Even item 2 is pretty clear, as most have heard the story of the crucifixion of Jesus, (even if they lack the understanding of what that event signified.)  Item 3 is the most potentially confusing because we fail to understand what is meant by the word “grace.”

Many believe that through good deeds alone they can find a path to heaven.  The bible tells us otherwise.  Grace, as used in the bible, means that God nullifies our sins, erases them, not because we are good or worthy, but because we believe and have faith in Him.  The grace of God isn’t able to be earned; it is only achieved with your faith.

That’s it, that is all there is to it, it really is just that simple.  You can accomplish this all by yourself with a simple prayer that might sound something like this.

Dear God:

I believe that Jesus is the son of God and I accept Him as my savior.  Thank you for your grace, please fill me with your spirit.  Amen.

I hope this helps you and I wish you nothing but the best.


The Big Lie

Although it is common parlance today that there is a “war on cops”, in the broader sense, the essence of the war is to facilitate the breakdown of societal norms and induce anarchy.  By the very nature of their job, cops operate in an inherently dangerous and unsafe environment, but in today’s increasingly violent and liberal world, that job has been made purposefully intolerable by evil-doers like the leadership of black lives matter and their adherents.

When felon-folk-hero George Floyd died because he was resisting arrest while under the influence of a lethal amount of drugs in the commission of yet another felony to add to his long rap sheet, the event gave rise to race-baiting-pimps inciting a race war.

The problem is the big lie:  George Floyd didn’t die because he was black; he died because he was a non-compliant, career criminal drug-abusing felony-committing scum bag.

To those willing to hitch their wagon to embarrassing failures like Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, George Floyd and black lives matter, frankly they’re too intellectually deficient to undertake meaningful debate.  Their lot is cast, their fate sealed in the ignorance and debasement of the common fool.  Wasting ones voice on the unsalvageable serves no purpose.

Good and decent people need to awaken and rid the world of this garbage before it piles up and rots the entirety of our beloved country.   


Cover of Darkness..

Under cover of a dark, cold and rainy Monday night between Christmas and New Year, Town of Vestal “leadership” picked the pockets of Vestal taxpayers to the tune of over a quarter of a million dollars.

Village officials denied citizen’s entry to the special meeting, made them wait outside in the freezing rain, and then arbitrarily declared that only four people could attend.  So much for open and honest governance.

This special meeting had one agenda item; authorizing Town of Vestal Supervisor John Schaffer to sign an Employment Separation Agreement with Vestal police Chief John Butler that includes a payout of well over a quarter of a million dollars when factoring in cash and future insurance payments.

Before the meeting started, those taxpayers in attendance were making it clear that they wanted answers about this unprecedented payment while Schaffer nervously checked and rechecked his watch, oblivious to questions, insisting that the meeting had to start before he or any elected official would make any utterance.  When asked why the meeting was not at least available on Zoom, Schaffer’s incredible response was that…” the Zoom lady wasn’t available.”  So much for Open Meeting Law.

Supervisor Schaffer

So even though the meeting was open to the public, and the public had many questions, Schaffer refused to entertain any input prior to proceeding to make a motion that he be authorized to sign this agreement.  The four council-persons in unison muttered their Pavlovian-like approval and with that the meeting was over, the deal was done, zero public input.

Only after the authorization had been made was the public even able to speak.  During that brief and rigidly policed exchange, Schaffer stated that the financial payouts were simply monies owed Butler for sick leave, accrued vacation, etc.  If that is true, why not simply pay those amounts to Butler, why the need for a special agreement that included a non-disclosure clause?

Bulter retired from the Binghamton police department years ago and collects a NYS pension of more than $43,000.00.  His Binghamton benefits include medical insurance coverage so why has Vestal agreed to pay his and his wife’s medical insurance premiums for life?  How much additionally was Butler’s payout beyond what was contractually required?  What was the extra payout for?  If Butler is due most of this money from contractual obligations, why is the payout spread over two years?  We’ll never know because the agreement includes a non-disclosure agreement making the deal totally unaccountable.

This kind of secretive, inside dealing, keeping the public in the dark, special-meeting culture is exactly the kind of governance Citizens for a Better Broome cautions taxpayers about.  When only a handful of people show up for a meeting that allows a quarter of a million dollars to float out the window, perhaps Thomas Jefferson was right when he said, “the government you elect is the government you deserve.”

Chairman Schaffer and the council-persons that authorized this outrageous payday for Butler ought to be ashamed, but their consciences are likely are shielded by non-disclosure agreements.


September 30, 2021, New York Times news story.

Perspectives from the INTJ angle

Emperor Andrew the Adroit announced today the opening of the sixth re-education camp in Newer York. Christened Camp Covid, this facility joins the other five camps spread throughout the Adirondack region, Camp Compliance, Camp Corona, The Masked Retreat, Camp Ventilator and The Muzzled Inn.

“I am happy to tell you, the calm and compliant, that those barbarians who keep babbling about individual rights, freedoms, the Constitution, and all of that other ancestral nonsense are being aggressively re-programmed to understand the greater good of assimilating into a nice, homogenized group and letting go of those archaic notions of self.”

“Yesterdays drone spottings and satellite images were very disappointing,” declared the Emperor. “We continue to see evidence of clear-headed thinking and skepticism in many of our non-compliant neighbors. The reward monies for reporting individuals exercising their freedoms are now being boosted to $100.00 for any call resulting in the arrest and relocation…

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The Apology We’ll Never Get

Here is a nice apology script for all of the race-baiting antagonists that were so quick to embrace the myth of systemic racism completely unchallenged, only because it came from the mouth of an affirmative-action created B-actor that checked off all of the oppressed boxes of race and homosexuality.

All Talking Heads that jumped to conclusion about Smollett’s false assertions because it fed their implicit bias, read this the next time you’re in front of a camera:

In 2019 when we were covering the story of Jessie Smollett’s alleged attack and assault, I was quick to assert his authenticity and truthfulness before I had any fact-based information on which to base that conclusion.  By doing so, I demonstrated my implicit bias because the story played into my own version of how I see the world.  I was wrong.  I want to apologize to all of the decent White people that I smeared by implication with my rush to judgment.  My actions and those of Smollett created accusations of racism and homophobia where none existed outside of the confines of our own false narratives.

Again, I was wrong and I apologize.  Smollett is a liar, a race-baiting hate-monger and now, a convicted felon that will hopefully receive jail time.  Going forward, I will make my best effort to report the news honestly, objectively and fairly, and check my own sorted baggage of jaded thoughts before I make stupid comments and accusations that are wrong.   


Talk Radio Died With Rush

One of two things has happened.  Talk radio was so distraught with Rush’s passing it has committed suicide or those trying to fill his void are actively engaged in the murder of the medium.  Rush’s popular proclamation: “Talent on loan from God.” was truer than we thought.  It is painfully obvious that God has indeed called in that note.

The three guys dividing up that sacred 12-3 time slot into two competing shows are either benefactors of the suicide or co-conspirators in the murder.  And as karma punishes, all three are suffering from over-exposure to the elements; tattered and frost-bitten by the stark comparisons to a talent so much greater than their own. 

After his death, months passed of milking what was left of the Rush bull with a hybrid of live hosts DJ-mixing Rush sound bites with their own rap.  This stop-gap measure apparently led to the conclusion that it would take multiple mere mortals to replace the man his fans affectionately called “El Rushbo.”  And so it was decided that the continuation of the Excellence in Broadcasting (or EIB network), would carry on with co-hosts Buck Sexton and Clay Travis.  After the dust settled, the Rush/EIB Dynasty of some 650 radio stations was whittled down to about 400.  As other stations looked for alternatives, Dan Bongino popped up on the Cumulus Media radio platform with his own version of the 12-3 replacement for the iconic Limbaugh, sucking up another 300 stations as the vacuum Rush left behind was begging to be filled.

After listening to all three men conduct what must be their best efforts in this space I can only conclude one thing.  They all suck.

In their collective effort to not copy The Great One, they have succeeded in failing miserably in the effort to replace his iconic wisdom and voice.  Whatever it is they are delivering, I can’t imagine the Rush faithful will stay tuned.

Joni Mitchell reminded us in the 1960’s that, “you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone.”  Boy was she ever right.


Schooling the Woke

The following is an article published recently in the Oswegonian campus newspaper at Oswego State University in Oswego, NY.

What follows are my comments sent back to the newspaper.



America’s Hatred For Immigrants Is Disgusting

Posted By: Eurokah Sejour  0 Comment

America does not stand as the pillar of land of the free and home of the brave, but instead the place with opportunity where people look to exchange their blood, sweat and tears for the crumbs of a decent life. 

It does not come as a surprise that Haitian immigrants were next on the list and it might as well be said that they will not be the last. Looking at those pictures of border patrol officers chasing migrants on horseback, regardless of whatever excuses that people are looking to make, is disturbing to say the least. The fact that human beings needed to be wrangled together by people on horses with lassoes is animalistic. In one video circulating, a border patrol officer can be seen hurling insults at migrants telling them “you use your women! This is why your country is sh*t because you use your women!” It is simple, the humanity is just not there. Garcelle Beauvais, an actress and presenter of Haitian heritage, said that seeing the pictures was as if she was watching a slave movie happen in 2021. 

At this point, it is beginning to register as complete and utter stupidity when people act as if they cannot be empathetic to someone else’s situation. There always seems to be an ease with criminalizing black and brown immigrants. People who are anti-immigrant tend to act as if they are incapable of walking in someone else’s shoes but it is not true, it is just easier to view them foreigners, aliens and labeling the situation as trying “to control the invasion,” as stated by Hugo Gurdon of the Washington Examiner, because then they get to sleep a bit better at night with their dirty conscience. 

Why is the visibly terrible treatment of immigrants so polarizing? 

When did looking for survival and attempting to seek asylum become criminal?

Something that is often omitted in this topic is asking how some of the people who were deported back to Haiti are going to cope after having left and fled to Chile, Brazil, Panama and other Latin countries for years trying to look for opportunities.

Though I can understand that there were a lot of migrants, the situation did not warrant the treatment they received.

Whether it is Haitians today, Asian people tomorrow and people of hispanic descent the day before, the perception of migrants of color as invaders or a caravan of inferior beings will continue because this is the ideology in which this country is founded upon. Unless, of course, it benefits them.

It is beyond preposterous for people to continue to promote the idea that when immigrants come here they are somehow taking anything from anyone. That same courage that it took to leave their home country and families, is the same tenacity they use to clean the bathrooms and do the peasant jobs that they find beneath them in order to provide for their families and give their children a better tomorrow.

Let’s be honest, America only likes people of different backgrounds when they get to go and visit them in their “sh*thole countries” to examine and take pictures of them like zoo animals. It is like going to Africa to see the wild elephants and feed them. They only like it when they are the one’s in the front seat, with the bag of peanuts saying “aren’t you a good boy.” Only then is it okay to feed the wild bastardous animals. 

Former President Donald Trump was only saying what half of the country was already thinking. And until that changes and people like Mitch McConnell and people who share those views start to recognize the humanity in others who look different and have less than they do, then things will start to change. 


This is in response to Oswegonian staff writer Eurokah Sejour’s article appearing on October 1, 2021 titled America’s hatred for immigrants is disgusting.

Sejour is the product of a corrupted educational system that has rendered him and others in that system less capable of thinking and reasoning on their own, and more prone to being indoctrinated and cajoled into the group think of today’s “woke” world.

The young writer makes wild accusations accusing the border patrol agents of using lasso’s and “wrangling” those illegal aliens attempting to trespass into the United States.  That story has been completely debunked and Sejour is simply making it up as he goes along.  Shame on the Oswegonian editors for not fact checking their own writers.  Agents on horseback use reins to control their animals.  That is the truth.  No lassos no wrangling, just US border agents attempting to do their jobs.

The United States is a country of laws.  The rules regarding immigration are long established and millions of law-abiding people from all over the world have respected our laws, followed the rules, and entered our country legally.  The United States has taken in more legal and illegal immigrants over our history than any other country in the world.  Our young scribe tells us our country sucks while hundreds of thousands risk it all to come here.  Ironic.

What is being done at our southern border is the antithesis of lawful.  Without a border you have no country.  Without laws you have no order.  Without country or order, you have anarchy.

Sejour and his ilk can be forgiven for being too young to know any better, too inexperienced to have a good frame of reference and too cowed by a failed educational juggernaut, but be aware, you are being taught what to think and not how to think and that my young friends, will lead you away from and not towards the truth.  Question your assumptions and always have a healthy skepticism towards those attempting to sway you or convince you of something.  If ideas cannot stand up to questions, criticism and the test of reality, then the ideas themselves are failed ideas.  Accept the fact that the truth may not be that which you are assuming.  You are a student.  Be ready to learn and keep an open, skeptical mind.  The university system is turning you into a good soldier of their ideas, not a student of your own.



A young woman went missing some days ago and the media went nuts.  If you Google Gabby Petito, you’ll get over 38 million hits.  Three weeks ago, 22 year-old Petito lived in an ordinary pool of family and friends likely only a few hundred people deep.  If you weren’t a family member or went to school with this young woman, she was just another drop in the humanitarian ocean that is the USA.

It is nearly unthinkable for me to imagine anything I agree with coming from the mouth of Joy Behar, but something she said this week about Petito is not only true, but very sad and very telling about the kind of society we have become.  Quoted on her TV show, The View, Behar said, “People are also calling the obsession over Petito’s case another example of Missing White Woman Syndrome. When people of color go missing, it’s barely covered by the media and mostly ignored by the public.”

Behar is right but with a caveat.  When anything is “barely covered by the media”, by definition it does not get out to the public, not ignored by the public, but simply not disclosed to them.  The media defines what gets blown up and what gets blown over.  Media mogul William Randolph Hearst famously said, “If it bleeds it leads”, not only a crass catch-phrase but true then and today.

It’s what doesn’t piss-off Behar and other Leftists that is most telling of their own biases.  Every day some 1800 people are reported missing according to the National Crime Information Center, (NCIC.)  Almost 700 of those every year are found dead.  That’s two nameless, faceless and forgotten people per day, on average.

But Behar, the race-baiting pimp that she is makes it racial in her criticism.  Two unpublicized and anonymous people a day, every day, gone, never mind their race, age or sex, still someone that others loved.  Behar doesn’t address this, just like she doesn’t care about or address the fact that every day, (if you want to go racial), black on black crime, shootings and homicides are decimating the black community.

If you’re still convinced there is no significant media bias in this country, fathom why the media is mute on the fact that on average, every day in the United States of America seven black men are shot and killed by other black men, this according to FBI Crime statistics from the Criminal Justice Information Services Division, (2016.)

Behar, her ilk, the pseudo-intellectually lazy-Left and their hand-maidens in the media squelch this reality because of the blood it splashes onto their rose-colored glasses.  The logical explanation for Gabby Petito becoming a media star only in her walk with death is the fact that the media cares more about pretty, upper-middle class white girls than they do about murdered minorities.  Before you’re too quick to blame the media exclusively, take a good look in the mirror and remember they play to a willing audience of the consumers of that product.