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The Balancing of Rocks

The Balancing of Rocks

© 2020 by Peter Coe Verbica

A few years back, I sat down in Hon. George Shultz’ office at the Hoover Institution to seek the US Marine’s advice.  His office included photographs which evidenced his close and lifelong friendship with Ronald Reagan, our 40th President.  Along with the myriad of books which lined his workplace, I noticed the rectangle of paper currency in a small frame.  The bill had an image of balancing rocks as its center piece.  I recognized the large denomination immediately, as I had a similar one in my collection.  I wasn’t surprised to see that Secretary Shultz also understood the irony and consequences of fiat currency issued with capriciousness.  In addition to serving as Secretary of Labor, Director of the OMB, Secretary of State, Shultz also held the office of the 62nd US Secretary of the Treasury.  Though the reserve note stated a value of “One Hundred Trillion Dollars,” I knew that its significance was for its novelty, rather than any backing by its original issuer, the government of Zimbabwe.  One of Shultz’ favorite sayings is “Trust is the coin of the realm.”  Since he had the unenviable responsibility of decoupling the US Dollar from the gold standard during the Nixon administration, I can understand why it would be of profound relevance to the Secretary.

While we are on the topic of trust: many students, especially those who have studied economics, are familiar with the ill-fated consequences of the Weimer Republic inflating its currency to a point where wallets were replaced by wheelbarrows.  The policy was a response to Germany’s being saddled with post-WW I debt reparations, but France also used the same strategy when it was saddled with debt during the late 1700’s.  After nationalizing land which had been formerly held by the Church, the French government decided to issue paper currency to satiate its borrowings.  While gold and silver coins had some intrinsic value associated with their alloys, the new paper money would be guaranteed by the good faith of the French people and the wise stewardship of its government.  Andrew D. White wrote about how lofty ideals met with ugly consequences in his 1882 treatise, Paper Money, Inflation in France, How It Came, What It Brought and How It Ended:

“The truth which it brings out with great clearness is that doubling the quantity of money or substitutes for money in a nation simply increases prices, disturbs values, alarms capital, diminishes legitimate enterprise, and so decreases the demand both for products and for labor; that the only persons to be helped by it are the rich who have large debts to pay.”

The more recent supernova example of hyperinflation and currency devaluation is the country of Venezuela.  Despite its being resource rich (reportedly ranking number one in oil reserves and having cash crops such as cocoa and coffee), its citizens have been ground down into abject poverty under the heel of an autocratic Socialist.  The country’s hyperinflation would confound most handheld calculators and strains the imagination.  In 2019, the International Monetary Fund pegged the projected inflation rate at 10,000,000%.[i]  Resourceful street vendors in Bogota and elsewhere have determined a higher and better use for the near-worthless currency: women’s handbags.  One enterprising vendor, who learned the technique of making textiles out of paper in prison, praises the valueless Venezuelan banknotes’ qualities of durability and water repellence.

Is concern about such ephemeral esoterica such as the U.S. national debt best left to conspiracy theorists and wearers of tinfoil hats?  With the estimated U.S. national debt clocking in at $23,692,367,201,235 at 10:03 am this morning on April 3, 2020, perhaps the rest of us should begin to ring alarm as well.  Additional metrics show the U.S. debt ratio at 109.37% to the GDP; to put things in perspective, it’s more than double the figure of 53.05% in 1960.  Debt per taxpayer weighs in at $191,172.[ii]  Valentin Schmid warns, “This means that everyone who wants to protect their savings must become a financial speculator, as simply holding U.S. dollars will lead to a guaranteed loss of purchasing power.” (“Inflation, a Hidden Tax,” Epoch Times).  Adding to the current monumental debt burden, bipartisan leaders in DC have burdened their printing presses even further with the hasty passing of a $2 Trillion Dollar Coronavirus Stimulus Package.  Cash may have once been king, but in today’s sick world, it could very well end up the joker.




Sage and Saddles: CCR Profile of Tom Wilson

Sage and Saddles: CCR Profile of Tom Wilson

by Peter Verbica,
CCR President

Tom Wilson leads Hemet-San Jacinto Congress of RepublicansAnyone who grew up on a farm or ranch gets instant credibility in my book — especially since I wrote Hard-Won Cowboy Wisdom (Not Necessarily in Order of Importance).  So, when interviewing Tom Wilson, the President of Hemet-San Jacinto Congress of Republicans, I was ecstatic to learn that Tom grew up on Rancho Pavoreal, located in a rural part of Hemet known as “Sage.”  There’s nothing like loading hay, cleaning stalls and tractor work to teach life-long lessons.  Tom is a living testament to this principle.  He shoots straight.

Rancho Pavoreal was part of a suite of holdings which made up the empire of Pennsylvania billionaire, Benjamin Coates.  The sister ranch, Rancho Guejito, in San Diego County is reported to be one of the few remaining intact Spanish land grants.  While the ranch that Tom grew up on may not have been as famous, it does have a more entertaining name.  Those who speak Spanish will know that “pavoreal” translates to “peacock.”  Visitors of the Wilson family would be greeted by 30 peacocks and guests always loved collecting the beautiful feathers.  More traditional activities such as farming alfalfa and raising Herefords and hogs helped pay the ranch’s bills.

Tom met his wife, Louise, when they attended San Jacinto High School, home to the Tigers.  He played football as a lineman and a defense end.  Tom jokes that his wife must have been near-sighted, but it is obvious that they make a great team.  This year, they celebrate 47 years of marriage.  Their children, Matt and twins Laurie and Kristy attended Hemet H.S. and then all bounded off to college.  Matt studied biology at UC San Diego and his sisters went off to “The Farm,” also known as Stanford.  Both ladies went on to get law degrees and now they have successful careers in the credit counseling business.  The Wilson tribe continues to grow with their seven grandchildren.  And, while Tom describes himself as “car nut” (Jeeps and Corvettes), Louise makes sure he expands his horizons with trips to Europe and an upcoming trip to Israel with a church group.

The Hemet-San Jacinto Congress of Republicans has had a long line of terrific presidents, including current CCR Board Member, Sharon Durbin, and former CCR President Robin Lowe.  Tom maintains this tradition and brings a wealth of experience; he served for eleven years as a California State Legislature Field Representative for Congressman Paul Cook, Senator Bill Emmerson, Senator Mike Morrell, and Assemblyman Chad Mayes.  He has also served as a Riverside County Republican Party Delegate.  His civic involvement is extensive as well, including Kiwanis, CASA, Valley Health System Board, San Jacinto Education Foundation, San Jacinto Valley Action Group and more.  His professional life is just as impressive.  He’s been a successful small business owner for seventeen years, helped by his previous experience as store manager of several different Safeway and Liquor Barn stores.

The long and short of all this?  Under Tom Wilson’s leadership, Hemet San Jacinto Congress of Republicans will continue to be a Republican rock in the river.  CCR tips its hat to Tom!

Happy Horse Pucky – First the Indians, Now the Cowboys

Happy Horse Pucky – First the Indians, Now the Cowboys

By Peter Coe Verbica

This week, I met a forty year old woman who despises cowboys.  At first blush, she seemed sane enough; there weren’t any flames shooting out of her ears, nor was she wearing a tin-foil hat. But, these are weird times and an errant way of thinking has taken over even well-educated minds across the country.  We were in California but she was dressed more like a New Yorker.  That should have given me a clue, perhaps.  We attended the same expensive Cambridge school, but apparently I had been reading the wrong textbooks. Other than her propensity to swear in her first sentences upon meeting me (and expressing sincere frustration with her ailing father), I had no real clue what ire was in store.

I treated her to a coffee and seated her like a gentleman.  (Call me old-fashioned; I still hold doors open for women and wish friends a “Merry Christmas.”)  But, when she began telling me that the word “cowboy” was gender insensitive, I shifted weight to the balls of my feet and checked for the location of the doors in case I needed to make an exit.  I wasn’t sure if she meant her offense was because “cow” refers to the female of the species.  I was also told that images of white men holding Winchesters was “racist.” When I explained that the painting was from the taking of San Juan Hill and a reference to Teddy Roosevelt and Cuba, she looked at me with a benign vacancy.

Now, my grandmother was part Native American, and unless I’m illegitimate, so am I.  Not nearly enough blood to be on the tribal roll, but enough to keep me interested.  I have a badge to prove it.  My wife also has Native American blood and my mom spent her final years in the Capitol of a tribal nation.  So, I suppose it’s odd that I do my best to defend cowboy culture which appears to be under assault.  I did grow up on a commercial cattle ranch.  But, anyone who has studied history knows that cowboys came from a myriad of ethnicities.  I display postage stamps of Black and Hispanic cowboys to make the point to the ignorant.  (God bless Gauchos and Vaqueros.) I explained to this new acquaintance that Bill Pickett, a Black American featured on a US postage stamp, was the first to introduce bulldogging; she asked what that was and I explained that it was a rodeo sport which evolved into steer wrestling.  I also explained the role of Sephardic Jews and others to cowboy culture.  These facts were of little interest to her.

Yes, I get it that Columbus got his nomenclature of an indigenous culture wrong because he got lost.  And I know he was a merciless brute.  But, I happily remember when Stanford’s mascot wasn’t renamed a tree by sanctimonious students and Prince Lightfoot proudly danced over each yard line.   And, despite the opinion of certain students, not all Native American students or alumni agreed with the name change.

When I proposed that America was better off being owned by Americans, she found the concept to be “jingoistic.” Apparently, Gandhi’s ideas of booting out the Brits and being self-sufficient wouldn’t have gone over well with her either; she explained that she could care less if property was owned by the Chinese, the Saudis or the Russians, as long as she got a small piece of the pie.  She said, in effect, the more foreign money the better.  I suppose that’s the kind of Realpolitik which brings tears of joy to Kissinger’s eyes, but I’m of the opinion that if you don’t own your dirt, you’re headed towards serfdom.  If I chronicled how many cities have flipped from a majority of owners to a majority of renters, you’d understand the real underlying cause of why America is evolving into Amerika.  Property rights have been throttled to where owners can no longer build to higher and better use; to heck with free market economics: Wise Bureaucrats Know Better.

My new acquaintance also railed about the lineage of old white male US presidents and took comfort in taking them down one at a time, a bald reference, I suppose, to the multi-racial Obama being elected, and perhaps a nod to Queen Hillary being robbed from her rightful throne and to the sputtering and mad-capped rise of Elizabeth Warren.   Color of skin and age were the real issue, it appeared, not whether a President had the character of Abraham Lincoln or the reputation of Richard Nixon.  If they were old white men, all, apparently, were cut from the same cloth.

To lighten the conversation, I asked her about her children and was told the number; then, I asked their genders and was told that the youngsters currently “identified” as boys.   My first reaction was with a mother like theirs, I had an unequivocal charitable duty to take them hunting so that they could pee on trees and breathe in some helicopter-parent free air.  But, as I say, these are the oddest times, when the Boy Scouts of America are now just the “Scouts” and rural students are no longer allowed to bring their .22 or .410 shotgun to school so that they can go hunting afterwards.

But, these are the times which try men’s souls, where up is down and down is up.  I had received a cajoling corporate email pleading with me (“Count Me In!”) to opt in with respect to questions about my gender, ethnicity, sexual preference, personal pronoun choice and military service.  In addition, a barrage of communications have invited me to celebrate certain months of race and genders and to be an “Ally” to those with different lifestyle preferences.  Gone is the simple concept of diversity being about different ideas; gone is true debate in American culture; taking strategy from the Communist playbook, label, divide and conquer.  PC Amerika and its comrades plow forward: first the Indians and now the cowboys.

Patty Kelly, Republican Superstar

Patty Kelly, Republican Superstar

Patty Kelly, Republican Superstar

by Peter Coe Verbica, President
California Congress of Republicans

Right off the bat, forgive me for bragging, but the California Congress of Republicans (“CCR”) is chock full of superstars up and down the State.  Gather ‘round and listen up.

Every Chapter president, Regional Vice President, Executive Board member and sponsor is worthy of accolades.  Patty Kelly deserves such an honor; she has years of experience helping get Republicans into office and running grassroots organizations, such as CCR and one of its most active chapters, the Santa Clarita Valley Congress of Republicans, and serving as a delegate to the CAGOP.  Through her hands-on, active volunteerism, Patty Kelly has been ensuring that the California Republican Party’s grass roots organizations just get better and better. 

My last in-person visit with Patty and her husband, RJ, was at a Rat Pack-style event in Indian Well put on by the inclusive Log Cabin Republicans, the California Congress of Republicans and California Young Republicans Federated.  What a stellar example of teamwork!  I caught up with her on the phone after our recent CCR Board meeting.  Despite the Tick Fire raging in East Canyon Country near Patty’s home, she was cool, calm and collected.  The fire had already burned down seven houses and 4,500 acres.  Thankfully, Patty and her husband had working cell service and a trusty radio to keep apprised of any potential danger.

A Star is Born

Perhaps Patty’s willingness to get things done is due to her remarkable background.  She grew up in “Motor City” Detroit (which once shone brightly as an economic beacon); her father operated a grocery store there but was perceptive and knew that the tide was turning.  So, in the spirit of the pioneers who preceded him, he headed out to California, a state once renowned for phenomenal public schools, affordable housing and plentiful jobs.  (Through the 1940s and up until 1970, California median home prices were nearly on par with the rest of the Country’s.[i])  Patty and her four siblings were raised in the San Fernando Valley, and she attended James Monroe High School in Sepulveda, home to the Vikings. 

Osmond family and Jackson Five – move over! 

While some high school students get involved in football, others join the chess club, or debate, Patty had other demands.  She, her sister and three brothers performed as a group, playing musical instruments and being showcased in performances; they also starred in many television commercials, on the radio and live performances.  How cool is that?  Her father’s company, Murphy Music Industries, manufactured amps and electric guitars, including the “Murph Squire,” “Westerner,” heart-shaped “Satellite,” the “Baby Satellite,” “Murph Califone,” and “Mini Murph,” which was played by heartthrob Davie Jones and the Monkeys at the 1966 Teen Fair at Hollywood’s Palladium[ii] and other rock groups of the time.   

One Smart Cookie

Patty went on to Nashville, TN for college, getting a BBA in Music/Business Concentration while attending what is now Belmont University; she went on to get her Juris Doctorate at the University of Tennessee College of Law in Knoxville.  The Tennessee Volunteers have won an impressive “23 national team championships (including sixteen NCAA championships).”[iii]  (No wonder mascot “Smokey,” the blue tick hound appears so happy!)  Patty was introduced into politics while working at the Office of Legal Services for the Tennessee State Legislature, where bills are drafted.  Once back in California, after working at a law firm which specialized in personal injury and workers’ compensation cases, she went to work for California State Senator Wm. J. “Pete”  Knight who served as a test pilot and in the USAF; he held the record for piloting the fastest fixed wing aircraft and was recognized as an honorary astronaut due to his high-altitude flights.  Patty then worked for State Senator George Runner (now a member of the California State Board of Equalization).  Following in her dad’s entrepreneurial footsteps, Patty started her own consulting business, MurphyBryantKelly, Inc. and ran several local political campaigns.  She also helped State Senator Tom McClintock (R-CA 4th District) wind down his office as a State Senator when he was termed out.  Afterwards, Patty rolled up her shirtsleeves, getting back to work with the Central Committee and as a CRP Delegate.  She also worked hard to help Steve Knight, Pete Knight’s son, get elected to the US House of Representatives (25th Congressional District) when Buck McKeon retired.

Family First

While Patty is very involved in supporting Republican causes, family comes first.  She is married to CCR Board Treasurer, RJ Kelly and together, they own Int’l Tax Network, Inc.  She loves spending time with her daughter, Corinna, and son-in-law Tim, and helping with her three grandchildren, Coby, Cade and Abby.  They also spend time with RJ’s two boys, Morgan and Justin who are in the film industry.  Patty still has a her mother and brother who live near her in Santa Clarita, a sister who lives in Clovis, but other siblings have moved; her oldest brother lives in Texas which boasts no state income tax, and another brother lives near Boise, ID (a city which scores high in safety and jobs[iv]).


After Patty was widowed, she met her husband RJ; they were introduced by a high school chum of Patty’s.  The Kellys’ first date was on Valentine’s Day and they’ve been enjoying life’s journey together ever since.  They enjoy traveling, including a trip to Belfast, Ireland to see RJ’s son, Morgan Kelly work his computer animation magic on sets for the wildly popular television series, “Game of Thrones.”  The Kellys also enjoy Maui and Oahu, and visit Hawaii often.   Another favored destination is the Mexican Riviera, including Cancun, as well as going to North Carolina to see their grandchildren and spending time with the family.

Republican Dynamo

As mentioned, Patty has been a Republican dynamo, Patty helped guide the helm of the California Congress of Republicans as its President from 2014-2015, and has been a leader of one of the organizations most dynamic chapters, the Santa Clarita Valley Congress of Republicans, where she has served as President multiple times.  Cream, as they say, rises to the top.  This CCR chapter is famous for its October Barbecue, fun Fourth of July patriot floats and their hospitable meetings at Margarita’s Mexican Grill on the first Thursday of the month.  Whether the issue is voting for a new CAGOP administration, approving a new Party platform, or adding a new chartered organization, Patty takes time out of her busy schedule to lend a hand and vote.  As a member of the CCR Executive Board, along with her husband, RJ, both lend a shoulder to ensure that our statewide, grassroots organization will continue to thrive.  Hats off to Patty!






The Ghosting of Older White Males  by PC-Crazy Corporate America

The Ghosting of Older White Males by PC-Crazy Corporate America

The Ghosting of Older White Males by PC-Crazy Corporate America

By Peter Verbica
Chair, California Congress of Republicans

Despite the Declaration of Independence citing that “all men are created equal,” corporate America media hacks are intently erasing a select group of individuals who come from a specific gender and ethnicity, especially if they’re over the age of 50. While modern Democrats label themselves as “progressive”, in a time of racial equality and unity, they are regressing to the era of Dixie-Crats of yesteryear.  Familiar with the term “ghosting?”  According to the Urban Dictionary, “ghosting” is “When a person cuts off all communication with their friends or the person they’re dating with zero warning or notice before hand.”  Whether he realizes it or not, the older white American male is often becoming a victim of racial ghosting by companies who love his money, but not his photograph.

In an informal survey of six large banks and investment banks’ home pages, one group of substantial clients were noticeably absent from the companies’ messaging: the older white male.  The white male is the last easy target of PC-crazy America; the trend is so noticeable that even the left of center Boston Globe featured “In defense of the white male,” an opinion piece written by Roland Merullo[i].  Merullo reminds his fact-starved and self-biasing readers that heinous figures throughout history include those who aren’t white: Amin, Pol Pot, Baby Doc Duvalier and Hirohito.  Noticeably absent from the list is the penultimate mass murderer: Mao Zedong, according to the Washington Post (“Remembering the biggest mass murder in the history of the world,” August 3, 2016).  Merullo tutors readers that white men were responsible for the discovery of “penicillin,” “Novocain,” and modern “drug regimen used to treat people afflicted with AIDS,” as well as the “millions of white men who gave their lives in World War II” fighting Nazis.

When white men ARE featured in media, know that a safe “go to” is the “Stupid White Husband/Boyfriend/Man,” according to Mark Duffy in his damning piece, “Copyranter: The go-to ad joke is – still – the white male moron” (, March 25, 2016).  Duffy, in his analysis, found “over 50 White Man Moron ads.”  He concludes by hoping that other diverse groups receive equal treatment in the future.  When will corporate America realize that true diversity is the diversity of ideas, rather than the color of one’s skin, gender or lifestyle preference?  Jesse Jackson and Thomas Sowell share ethnicity but differ in ideas.  Margaret Thatcher and Gloria Steinem are of similar gender but are ideological antipodes.  Former Chair of the San Jose State Economics department, Dr. Lydia Ortega, a Latina, free market economist, and former Lt. Gubernatorial candidate who grew up in one of the poorest sections of LA, takes umbrage with those who insist she speak with a “brown voice.”  Why is it that many liberals are the first to try to bully their constituents into falling into Socialistic lockstep rather than express a differing opinion?

[i][i] “In defense of the white male,” by Roland Merullo (The Boston Globe, July 3, 2017)

Kalifornia Krazy: California’s Most Recent Assault on the Second Amendment

Kalifornia Krazy: California’s Most Recent Assault on the Second Amendment

Kalifornia Krazy:

California’s Most Recent Assault on the Second Amendment

The craziness keeps coming in Krazy Kalifornia.  Newsom’s Proposition 63 and SB-1235 passed, further restricting ammunition sales; the continued assault on Second Amendment rights in California is a real peach; now, a consumer pays $19 for a background check (if you haven’t purchased a gun recently) for a $46.99 single box of ammunition[i], not including state and local sales tax. The result: making the ownership and regular use of firearms in the state a luxury for the privileged wealthy.

With the California Democratic Party often throwing out the accusatory phrase of “white privilege,” it would seem they disenfranchise low-income Californians of a basic Constitutional right.  As if these laws weren’t class and racially divisive enough, you’ll be asked three questions: your place of birth, your phone number and your RACE/ETHNICITY. That’s right, I’m not making this up.  You thought the issue of one’s race or ethnicity is a relic of the past?  It’s not.  Apparently California Democratic Lawmakers believe one’s race and ethnicity is an important data point when deciding to provide Californians access to a Constitutional right. Additionally, be prepared to wait a few weeks to find out if they will allow you to partake in the privilege.

Of course, the website provided by the California Department of Justice (“Bureau of Firearms”) is obscure, so best of luck determining whether you’ve been approved.  Want to check on your status with the retailer?  You’ll need to speak specifically with the “approved” clerk who can help with ammunition sales and who attended to you initially.  He’s not in or on vacation?  So sorry.  Would you please re-book your hunting trip and call back at another time?

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