what stays in college

When I was a sophomore in college way back in the late 60's, the VERY cool phrase used to describe anyone weird, anyone with lack of content, anyone stupid was to use the words 'douche bag'. But because we were really COOL we didn't just use douche bag we had to give it a flavor, and depending on the flavor used we determined the degree of douchieness the person deserved. Liars were considered spearmint douche bags, back stabbers were called peppermint douche bags, and hypocrites were defined as ass wipe douche bags. Along with staying up all night to cram for an exam, being able to party 21 hours of a 24 hour day on a weekend, and wearing anything bell bottomed upon the senior year of college I stopped using the words douche bag to describe anything or anyone...

...Until now...

"Our blacks are so much better than their blacks,” said Ann Coulter, speaking of Democrats. “To become a black Republican, you don’t just roll into it. You’re not going with the flow…and that’s why we have very impressive blacks in the Republican party.”(Newsone).

Ms Evilena Coulter has no problem in spewing hate, racism and bigotry. Somehow she is never chastised and instead of being sent to the corner for time out she ends up selling more books with fellow racists, homophobes and bigots waiting anxiously to get her autograph. When she was ranting and raving about Gays (and I always wonder when one protests too loudly about Gays if one is in denial), I considered her the product of an abortion gone bad. But now Ms Coulter acting like the owner of plantation complementing her blacks is more like an ass wipe douche bag.

...And now...

"This is gutter partisan politics, and it's the politics of minority conservative personal destruction," he said. "...It really is about blacks and Hispanics getting too uppity." The notion that the media treats black conservatives more harshly than black liberals or Democrats is one of Limbaugh's frequent themes. He wondered aloud what would happen if the story had been about President Obama. The media, he said, would have attacked the unnamed women in the story. (HuffPost)

From a man who has not stopped calling the President one slur after another, from a man who has demeaned women on his radio talk show, from a man who has disregard for anyone who does not make the amount of money he earns calling this partisan politics is more than ridiculous, and more than that pure ridicule and ruminates on audacity and pure lies. We must always be ware when a lion feigns hurt, in most cases all he is doing is lying in wait to attack. The words that come to mind is spearmint douche.

...and now...

"Mr. Cain, Clarence Thomas, before he was to attend his confirmation hearings was attacked with sexual harassment charges, now you who are a leading candidate for President, do you think because you are a strong conservative black man, feel that race, is the reason for these charges"? Charles Krauthammer while interviewing Cain on a (FOX News special report).

Mr. Krauthammer relentlessly harangued Bill Clinton, found no reason for any excuse from Anthony Wiener, and relentlessly hounded John Edwards before any evidence of any of these politicians infidelity were admitted. He was judge and jury on most to all Democrat adulterers and said America does not need to spend any more time on men with no morals. Mr. Cain however is being harassed because he is not an immoral man but a Republican.

Mr. Krauthammer of the "Fair and Balanced" three ring circus is a peppermint douche bag.

...and finally...

And Herman Cain running for the office of the most important powerful leader in the world is just a douche bag. His flip flops, his denials then memory jolts, his it never happened to it may have happened do nothing to prove his innocence but in fact leave plenty of room for guilt. His account of how the story didn't happen then how it might have happened, and suddenly if it did happen are stale attempts at not taking any responsibility for inappropriate actions. Mr. Cain has already made more comment on an action that supposedly because of a settlement in court was never to be mentioned and since he has spoken so bravely about a silly accusation by an angry employee, should now ask the Restaurant Association to let the two women speak out. If it is nothing then as quickly as it has become news it will blow away in the wind.

As the slogan goes what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, fits well to what happened in college stays in college. But somehow as I reflect on the usage of douche bag and all the iterations thereof I kind of think that part of my past need no longer stay in the past. Calling those who are douche bags douche bags feels as good as a burp when you eat too much food, and a fart when you just can't hold it in anymore.

Halloween

It was 1957. As was the usual, the entire week before Halloween, Pittsburgh was experiencing Indian Summer and the temperature in the day was a warm 82 with evening temperatures hanging somewhere between 70 and 72. There was excitement by the kids living in the row houses of Denniston Avenue that THIS Halloween would be warm enough to wear our costumes without hiding them under winter clothing.

It was the day of Halloween and as we walked to school in our short sleeved shirts all giddy and excited about this warm Halloween, the wind started to blow, the clear blue skies suddenly gave bith to ugly steel grey only in Pittsburgh clouds and by the time we finished our 25 minute escapade to Linden School the temperature had dropped at least 20 degrees.

Suddenly there were snow flurries blowing as if they were part of some trick or treat tornado and almost laughing at all the kids as we watched from within our classrooms as they smashed at our window saying 'how do you like me now?'

Aunt Ruthie, the only mother in the neighborhood who knew how to drive was waiting for us as school let out. She hurried all 10 of us in her car. Rules of the car were the little kids, our younger siblings, sat on the laps of the older kids. The other rule that had to be broken was the touch rule. Normally all hell could break out if someone invaded another persons space, but in the car there was to be no whining about he touched me, she is leaning against me. Aunt Ruthie was not the best driver in the world and sometimes one had to wonder how much nicer it would have been to walk home in the flurries without warm clothes then sitting three a breast in the front and the back seat of the car. Oh and Aunt Ruthie liked to smoke when she drove and once it got chilly outside she loved her car's heater.

By the time we got home, the flurries had stopped, phew, but the temperatures were still on the downside of things. We had our two pumpkins carved, my oldest sister Maxine handled that, we were sure that once she got married immediately after high school graduation she might do pumpkin carving as a means for some frivolous cash. In the 50's girls did not earn the primary salary. My Dad had taken the ladder out from the basement and had black cats, owls and bats hanging from our rain spouts, and scary spider webs were hanging on our front porch. Our house looked great. And above all else we lived next to the monster ridden dark, dank and possibly a gateway to hell alley way. So you had to be super brave to come trick or treat.

My sister Bonnie was the makeup maven. We were not sure if she would marry after she graduated so there as some thought that Bonnie's cosmetology and hair cutting ability might find her a job working 'up the street', slang in Pittsburgh for the shopping district of Squirrel Hill at a beauty parlor. So the bad news was jackets over the costumes but lots and lots of makeup on the faces. Many of the kids on Denniston came over to our house for Bonnie's creative magic.

Because every kid new EVERYTHING about every house on the 1600 block of Denniston it was decided that only one parent was needed to accompany all 10 of us. I think my mother never had to take on this duty as she bribed the other neighbors with her home made amazingly baked Halloween cookies. We had three houses that were taboo and never ever tried to collect candy, the Abrahm's, they were at least 100 and went to bed at 5pm, the Applebaum's, they were known to throw water from their second floor window if you walked past their home, and the weird family with a last name that had lots of j's y' and z's who only seemed to come out at night. Everyone else was fair game and everyone else had their porch lights lit.

We were permitted to go trick or treating from 6 to 7 on our street. At 7 we piled into Aunt Ruthie's car and because parents had to join us a second car. This was one of the few occasions that a Dad actually spent much time driving the kids of Denniston anywhere. We were going to Beechwood Boulevard a street only two blocks away, but a street with mansions and families who had the most unbelievable treats, like the Fall family who had hot dogs, and bobbing for apples, the McGuire's who had four kinds of chocolate bars permitting you to take each of the four and who provided you with apple cider, and the Murphy's who had their kids do a Halloween play where everyone got a prize after the performance ended.

This lasted till 8 when we had to return home and by 8:30, the lights on ALL of the porches went off. We were told by our parents that BAD kids, kids who might end up in juvenile court, or who smoked and dropped out of school came to trick or treat and all they really wanted to do was trick. I remember a few knocks at our door after 9 and was dying to peek out the window to see what they monsters looked like.

We would end the night emptying our bags of goodies on the dining room table. Any unwrapped candy was immediately vanquished to the garbage can and my Dad the policeman would hold the apples or pears in his hand do a police inspection for razor blades. My mother was smart enough to empty my bag of goodies on one side of the table and my little sisters bag on the other so neither one of us could accuse the other of having the wrong person' candy, even tough w both went to the same houses and received the same candy.

My Dad would eyeball any Clark Bars and say since he inspected the fruit he should at least have two of those, one from my bag and one from my sister, and then we could eat two of anything and head for bed. If Halloween happened on a weekend we were permitted to stay up till midnight in hopes of seeing real ghosts, although my sister and I really hoped that would never happen.

It has been a long time since last I walked the sidewalks on Denniston Avenue, but when Halloween comes around I still remember so well my youth.

Happy All Hallows!

DE cide?

Far
 
We've been traveling far
 
Without a home
 
But not without a star
 
Free
 
Only want to be free
 
We huddle close
 
Hang on to a dream

On the boats and on the planes
 
They're coming to America
 
Never looking back again
 
They're coming to America (Neal Diamond "America")
 

DEmocracy: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

DEMONocracy: You cannot assemble between the hours of 10:00 pm to 6:00 am. We can change the rules of the game in the middle of the game because we are afraid of the power of the people.

DEmocracy: Let's celebrate the people who have lived days weeks months in Pearl Square in Bahrain, Sidi Bouzid Park in Tunisia, Tahrir Square in Egypt Tiananman Square in China. It is time they took back their government from corruption and greed.

DEMONocracy: Lets take back Frank Ogawa Park in Oakland, Zuccotti Park in New York City, Legislative Park in Nashville from the hippies,low life Communists and Socialists calling themselves Americans. All they want is a free ride.

DEmocracy: We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America. (preamble to the US Constitution)

DEMONocracy: The long-awaited decision in Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission was issued on Jan. 21. With a 5-4 ruling, the U.S. Supreme Court decided that corporations and unions may now directly and expressly advocate for the election or defeat of candidates for federal office.

DEmocracy: Fair and equal opportunity for all candidates wishing to run for office, shall share in a general pot of money permitting them their free speech and allowing an even playing field for all Americans to participate in a debate about the philosophies and goals of each candidate.

DEMONocracy: Senate Republicans' filibuster to kill campaign finance legislation, which contained a public disclosure requirement.

We permitted people to march on state capitols with firearms, signs displaying the President hanging from a tree as was the scenario similar in the South before the Civil Rights Act was established, and that was just a bunch of Americans expressing their right to free speech because that is DEmocracy. We held town hall meetings where threats were shouted to anyone who disagreed with a right leaning agenda proposed by conservative politicians because that is DEmocracy. We heard groups of people threatening a revolution once again in this country decrying their version of current American history, identifying anyone who disagreed with them as Communists, Socialists, Fascists because that is DEmocracy.

We now want our public parks closed when groups become to large or too demanding as perceived by politicians who would rather serve their own needs than those of the people, that is DEMONocracy. We use police violence, brutality because words from the protestors seem more dangerous than the bullets of the police, that is DEMONocracy. We label those who express the need for health care, jobs, a fair tax system, wanting the same leverages and favors as the banks and finance institutions received as being selfish, greedy, lazy, low life that is DEMONocracy.

Everywhere around the world

They're coming to America

Every time that flag's unfurled

They're coming to America

Got a dream to take them there

They're coming to America

Got a dream they've come to share

They're coming to America (Neal Diamond, "America")

America, what is exactly happening to us?

who,who,who, who are you

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?, (“Who are you”, by The Who)

In the mid sixties to mid seventies, Woody Allen made a whole lot of movies primarily about neurotic Jewish men. His protagonist was seemingly the Jewish Everyman and among the many frailties of the character he also was physically a nebbish of a man (slight and uncomfortable in his skin). On television during those same years many to most Jews were never the leading man but mainly someone’s friend who was studious, ugly, an accountant, doctor and a miser with money. During those years Jews in the media were portrayed as characters, stereotypical characters based on the lack of self respect by fellow Jewish writers and the lack of conscience by anyone else.

If you were a Jew in the movies or television show you never got the pretty girl, you lusted after the pretty Non Jewish female, or the one pretty Jewish girl was lifted on a horse by some well built successful Non Jewish man of her dreams, not her nebbish Jewish compatriot.

I grew up in a very Jewish neighborhood so I knew all of this fantasy was not reality. I had many Jewish friends who fit none of the stereotypes the media dreamed up in hopes to make money. I knew the truth but felt so frustrated when some Non-Jewish friends would ask are they all like Woody Allen, or suggest that somehow we owned the banks, lent money at high interest, or wonder what it was like to get the left over’s when it came to women?

Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh, who are you(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Oh Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) (“Who are you”, by The Who)

During the past few years Gays have become quite popular in the media, there is even a cable station supposedly dedicated to the life and times of the LGBT community. We have reality shows showcasing angry Gay men all dressed up in tight jeans that have hissy fits and cat fights with their buddies. We have Gay men who love to play dress up. We have gay men as drag queens and we have Gay men who make the girls from the movie “Mean Girls” look tame. How nice to show America the life and times of Gay men.

I am a Gay man and none of my friends do any of the above mentioned activities. Some of my friends are a little flamboyant, some of my friends are boring as hell, some of my friends have no idea what shirt matches which pants, and some of my friends are more worried about meeting their monthly debt obligations then throw the next big party.

I know a variety of people who among many positive things in their life happen to be Gay. I know a variety of people who have never been nor do they want to be a one dimensional character shallow and selfish. I have met some Non Gay people who ask me if most men only care about their looks, wear dresses, act like bitches or are so self centered that it is only what is good for them that counts.

I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair

Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) (“Who are you”, by The Who)

I have grown tired of explaining I am not what you see on the screen. I am tired of saying some of us may be like that and many of us have our own quirks, charms, indiscretions, and unique traits. I have grown tired of only being represented in the media, whether it is as a Jew or a Gay man as a cartoon character. I have grown tired of the same useless jokes being repeated and repeated in order for those who are unaware, ignorant, fearful or empty to try and justify a demographic they just don’t understand, nor really seem to want to know.

Who am I? It is very complicated and it is very simple. Who am I? It is based on ALL of my experiences that have taken me to the ripe old age of 62, and it will be the new memories I make along the way to 63. Who am I? Not the common denominator the writers, producers, actors love have portrayed on the screen. Who am I? I am just like you. Who are you, who, who, who, who?

a pie in the face

I have seen one commercial after another telling me, via actors and actresses who are supposed to look and act just like me, how the health insurance companies are only in the business of business because of all things they care about my well being. I have seen the faces of caring women and men either dressed in doctor/nurse garb or business attire telling me that why they work at said health insurance corporation is first of all to make my life easier. I am told by serious looking actors and maybe one or two real CEO's from the health insurers, that the cost of keeping me well is a damn mighty expense, and to do the right thing money must be spent and try as they might, some costs must increase. So today, being 62 and working with the public I decided to get a flu shot. Now I considered that getting the flu shot is a preventative measure not only to keep me healthy but to avoid any expenses on my behalf in getting sick. I thought it was wise to be preventative. I go to my pharmacy and ask if my health insurance will pay for this and I am told AETNA doesn't think getting a flu shot is worth their reimbursement. It only cost $25, it was my decision but really, AETNA, rewarding someone who i proactive trying hard to save all of us money and it is not worth your reimbursement!

Once again in the city of Los Angeles if one is unlucky enough to watch local news one will discover that the day to day situation surrounding Dr. Murray's murder trial is THE primary storyline taking about 30 minutes of the hourly news. One will discover that the remaining amount of time is spent on the Kardashian's love life, Lindsey Lohan's spoiled brat escapades, or anything Two and a Half Men. Maybe, if someone was bashed or dragged in cuffs or hit with tear gas a few minutes of gratuitous video will be shown of the Occupy movement, with the cameras panning on the supposed journalists having them look like dear in head lights. Living in LA if all you did was watch local news you might never know we have a revolution at hand.

John Boehner is at a $10,000 a ticket fund raiser. He took time from playing golf at a country club in Newport Beach, and did step away from speaking at a variety of conservative based think tanks to attend this most important self serving event. We have a jobs problem and are told by corporations that they can't spend money on employment until their blackmail demands of no regulations, no unions, and no new taxes are met. But somehow there are millions of dollars available to buy a politician, lobby a politician, and own a politician. Mr. Boehner is not alone nor is it just the Republicans who seem to receive money from corporations who otherwise say they have no money to spend on anything. And somehow, we talk, talk, talk about buying and selling candidates, complain, complain, complain about how the wealthy are becoming the owners of the Congress, worry, worry, worry that a few set the agenda for the many via their pocketbooks, but as voters have no power to change the evil before us.

I was kid and used to laugh my ass off watching the Soupy Sales Show. For those of you too young to remember where you were when JFK was assassinated, the Soupy Sakes Show had a bunch of bizarre characters who loved playing tricks on one another, and in particular on Soupy Sales. For me one of the most hilarious parts of the show was when Soupy had a pie thrown in is face. I could never stop laughing because I knew the pie was coming, I knew he would have banana cream all over his face, and I knew he never realized it was coming. But somehow even though the clues were obvious Soupy, no matter what was splatted with pie!

After a while I thought that the Soupy Sales Show was stupid. Come on I said to friends, how many times must you be the recipient of a pie in the face and not say enough! But here I am at 62 and somehow all I have seen in the past many years is pies being thrown and like Soupy Sales it seems all we do about it is find a towel to wipe off the mess all over our face. And just as I grew tired of the Soupy Sales Show I am so over this!

four dead in ohio

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio." "Ohio", lyrics by Neil Young

On May 4, 1970, a student demonstration at Kent State, Ohio left four students dead, one paralyzed, and eight others wounded. This demonstration, meant to be one of many peaceful demonstrations against the war, was ended abruptly and violently when the National Guard fired into the crowd for 13 seconds. The brief shootings ended the lives of students Jeffrey Miller, Allison Krause, William Schroeder, and Sandra Scheuer. The distances ranged from 270 feet to 390 feet. Some of these students were not even directly involved. Justified or not by self-defense, the "massacre" sparked a nationwide student strike that closed many colleges and universities.

I was in my sophomore year of college when I heard a rumor that college students were killed while a protest was going on at Kent State University. My first response was, "Wow, I almost went to school there, I could have been there".

Then I saw video of the protest, and remember thinking, "All of this because of a protest." And finally as I heard the details from sketchy rumor to journalists on local news shows feeding the facts, I remember wondering, "Is this America, is this true, our Troops killing our people."

This blog is not a rehash of the politics surrounding the Viet Nam War, it is not about the pro's, con's, dissertations, consensus or lack of it for that war, nor is it about who or what was right and how the hell all the wrong happened. It is about how some Americans responded to an event in our history which did not resonate the same for those in favor of fighting the war and those who felt whatever truths we were told were in fact fabrication. It is also about my pretend involvement which only included purchasing one pair of army fatigues, standing at the periphery of a protest at the University of Pittsburgh, and having declared my self 1-A eligible for the draft to fight in Viet Nam hoping once my amount of time to enlist ended I would never have to worry about it again.

And it is about my conscience since then and my witness to Occupy Wall Street, and how once again we view people against and people for. It is about the fear, loathing, understanding, misunderstanding guided and misguided principals expressed and espoused by Americans. It is about a cause that has become so important to some that it has ruptured the ordinary liaise fare attitude of others.

It is about watching a boiling point that is about to explode, a wound that is about to fester, a divide so well hidden suddenly about to implode this nation, and it is about anyone who sits at home and is not sure why all this ruckus in the first place. It is about FOX News dismissing the whole thing as random hooliganism, and Keith Olbermann spending 45 minutes of his nightly news reporting it. It is about seeing the reality in front of you but refusing to admit that it is anything but chaos and noise, soon to be quieted. And once again, it is about my frustration in wondering what should I do, what might I do, what can I do.

I was a young kid in the 1950's and during that decade, was told via television, my teachers, my Rabbi's that everything had it purpose and everything had its place. The world in which we lived was black and white and anyone or anybody creating gray, was not a good American. In the late 60's, early 70's volumes of color suddenly appeared straight lines found themselves curved and whatever we thought we knew was not making sense. And in 1970, for the first time in my life, my Troops marched upon and used deadly force on my fellow Americans.

We may call it Class Warfare, 99%, Occupy, dissatisfied maleficence's, a Communist affront to capitalism, a bunch of hippie's. We may call it any name we wish, some names to make us feel better about our lack of involvement or some names to justify our anger. But once again, we are watching something emotional, something immense, something real taking hold in this nation.

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio." "Ohio", lyrics by Neil Young

I can't sit by idly like I did when Kent State erupted and the lives of some ended and the lives of many changed. I MUST do something now because life as I know it in my America is changing, and if I do not drive the car a little, the change may take me to places I can never return.

well ya got toruble

Well, either you're closing your eyes

To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge

Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated

By the presence of a pool table in your community.

Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,

I say, trouble right here in River City.(Meredith Wilson, “Ya Got Trouble”)

The right of citizens of the United States to vote

shall not be denied or abridged

by the United States

or by any State on account of sex.

Neither the United

nor any state has the right

to keep a citizen from voting

because she is a woman.(portion of the19th amendment of the US Constitution)

Many Americans had a negative response to the suffrage movement; they felt that an amendment to the Constitution giving women the right to vote would cause a radical turn for the worse in our culture. Opponents to women’s suffrage believed a woman’s role was to support the family and take care of matters at home. They thought the suffragist activists were behaving oddly in public, and that their psychological state was warped. In general, they believed women lacked the mental capability to participate in important political events such as elections. (news in history.com)

Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.

Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table.

Pockets that mark the diff'rence

Between a gentlemen and a bum,

With a capital "B,"

And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!

Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble.

I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers,

Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool

Hall window after school, look, folks!

Right here in River City.

Trouble with a capital "T"

And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!(Meredith Wilson, “Ya Got Trouble”)

The Voting Rights Act of 1965 is a landmark piece of national legislation in the United States that outlawed discriminatory voting practices that had been responsible for the widespread disenfranchisement of African Americans in the U.S the Act prohibits states from imposing any "voting qualification or prerequisite to voting, or standard, practice, or procedure ... to deny or abridge the right of any citizen of the United States to vote on account of race or color."

The 1965 Voting Rights Act was a natural follow on to the 1964 Civil Rights Act. Ironically, the 1964 Act had resulted in an outbreak of violence in the South. White racists had launched a campaign against the success that Martin Luther King had had in getting African Americans to register to vote. The violence reminded Johnson that more was needed if the civil rights issue was to be suitably reduced. (Ask.com)

Trouble, oh we got trouble,

Right here in River City!

With a capital "T"

That rhymes with "P"

And that stands for Pool,

That stands for pool.

We've surely got trouble!

Right here in River City,

Right here!(Meredith Wilson, “Ya Got Trouble”)

In a most ironically named case "Loving v. Virginia," Richard and Mildred Loving -- an inter-racial married couple -- were arrested in the early morning of 1959-JUL-11 by police who entered into their bedroom. They had been married five weeks before in the adjacent District of Columbia. The couple pleaded guilty to a felony under Virginia's Racial Integrity Act of 1662. ₅ They could have each received a 5 year prison term; instead, they were partly exiled from their home state for 25 years. Each was allowed to return to Virginia, but not together. The judge apparently ignored the principle of church and state as well as the equal protection clause in the U.S. Constitution when delivering his decision. Part of his ruling stated:

"Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents. And but for the interference with his arrangement there would be no cause for such marriages. The fact that he separated the races show that he did not intend for the races to mix."Interracial marriage was contrary to God's will, and interracial marriage was somehow "unnatural."

Interracial marriage in the United States has been fully legal in all U.S. states since the 1967 Supreme Court decision that deemed anti-miscegenation laws unconstitutional.

Mothers of River City!

Heed the warning before it's too late!

Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption!

The moment your son leaves the house,

Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?

Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?

A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?

Is he starting to memorize jokes from Capt.

Billy's Whiz Bang?

Are certain words creeping into his conversation?

Words like 'swell?"

And 'so's your old man?"(Meredith Wilson, “Ya Got Trouble”)

Hartford Public HS presented a play and the culmination had two males kissing.

Peter Wolfgang a representative of the Family Institute of Connecticut was up in arms.

Mr. Wolfgang posed and paused pointed fingers and finally said the following: See parents, see what happens when you first permit same sex marriage in your state. Our state of Connecticut permits this unnatural form of marriage and because of that schools now feel free to permit same sex kissing on a high school stage. See, what we have unleashed by opening the Pandora Box of equal not separate but equal when it comes to marriage.

Mr. Wolfgang raised his finger his veins throbbing as he warned the world of the coming end of the world scenario because like all the other changes denying separate from equal and making everyone equal, the fear of equality for all is terrifying. If you can’t hate openly, if you can’t segregate openly, if you can’t deny openly then there is gonna be trouble.

Well, if so my friends,

Ya got trouble,

Right here in River city!

With a capital "T"

And that rhymes with "P"

And that stands for Pool.

We've surely got trouble!

Right here in River City!(Meredith Wilson, “Ya Got Trouble”)