A white supremacist, who wore pins celebrating Adolf Hitler and the neo-Nazi Traditionalist Worker Party during last summer’s violence in Charlottesville, was found guilty late Tuesday of assaulting a black man.
Jacob Scott Goodwin, 23, of Ward, Arkansas, was convicted by a jury in Charlottesville of “malicious wounding,” a felony related to the August 12 attack that severely injured DeAndre Harris. Read the article at HATEWATCH
Howdy, howdy, folks. Gabby Graywhiskers here. Talking to y’all about hatred and racism breaks Gabby’s heart. I ain’t been brought up to be racist and for that I thank my folks back in a little community in Pennsylvania. They was pacifists that raised me, God-loving farm people who read the Bible seriously. I guess they got the story right because my folks never found anything in them readings that said one color of skin was better than another or that one race was holier than another. NosireeBob. Tweren’t a bone in them that allowed hatred. So, to see anyone justify intolerance with Scriptures or a supremacist viewpoint just cranks me the wrong way.
The SPLC (Southern Poverty Law Center) tracks them folks who thinks they is better than other folks. Whether it’s the KKK, the white nationalists, the anti-Muslim groups, White Identity or anti-LGBT that catches their attention, SPLC lists them on its website and maintains a nationwide map of their locations. My friends, get your heads out of the sand or any body part where y’all might be storing it, engage a few brain cells, and take a look at what our country has become. Check the HATEWATCH map on the link above for a hate group meeting near you.
On a personal note, good ole Doc Simpson is advising me to calm down and get this dang blood pressure under control. OM, OM, OM. Living in today’s turmoil ain’t good for blood pressure. I asked a few buddies what’s the secret. One says a glass of wine, or two, every night. Well, Gabby ain’t gonna do that. Another says a good woman to tuck me in every night. Yeah right. Ole Buster says to let go of things I can’t control. Well, he might be right.
“Dang it, Buster,” I says, “Then what would I fuss about?”
“Bingo,” says my buddy, “less fussing, less stress, blood pressure drops to safe levels.”
But what would Gabby write about if he weren’t fussing about social justice, politics or religion? Friggin flower show at the mall? Ole fart jokes? Maybe the latest news from the Homosassa Ladies’ Sewing Circle? Lordy, I ain’t realized how much the bull crap coming across my media screens is controlling my thinking and screwing up my health.
“Truly Gabby,” I says to myself, “how much is your fussing gonna change what’s going on in Washington or North Korea or Russia? No matter how corrupt your government has become, the only thing that means a hill of beans is your vote at election time. And even that is under attack.”
NosireeBob, Gabby don’t control much of nothing. I’m supposing maybe Larry’s been right all along.
He says, “tuck your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye.”
Whaaaaat? Y’all were expecting words of wisdom or a scriptures verse? Good Lord!
Stop by the house sometime. We could set on the porch and meditate. Frieda Friggenhoffer gave me a few bags of chamomile tea. OM, OM, OM