“No entity is singularly better equipped or robustly funded to efficiently administer terror than an unchecked government. Mao, Stalin, Hitler, Mussolini, Pol Pot, Castro, Maduro, Amin, Hussein, Jong-il, Ceaușescu. The list is a lengthy one.
Please think long and hard before running into the arms of those who promise you security in exchange for your personal liberties. It is political opportunism of the ugliest variety and insults those who’ve fought for your freedom.”
Peter Coe Verbica
The California Congress of Republicans
By Peter Coe Verbica, President, CCR
It’s a strange time for Americans of all stripes, especially Republicans. Corporations and churches are flying their multi-colored virtue-signaling flags from every edifice, making sure that the public at large is aware of their cartoonish participation in this month’s cultural cause cé·lè·bre. Posters are proudly plastered in front of pastoral, teacher and administrative offices touting “safe spaces” and distinctions as to which “lives matter.” Who would think that such divisive artifices would gain any traction in a country whose Declaration of Independence reads, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” But, such is the ugly truth of politics and the current charade of seditious shape shifters. Historic warnings of “united we stand and divided we fall,” are cast aside as outdated standards, to the delight of opposing sovereigns. One wonders if their dictators awaken their mistresses as they laugh themselves to sleep each night.
Empowerment tutorials are touted on campuses on how to shout and raise fists and brand approved strains of righteousness. In surreal irony, bullies gesticulate from podiums on the evils of bullying – best lampooned by the writers of the South Park television program. The code word of “justice” is repurposed by Leftist theologians, pandering politicians and jaded bureaucrats to determine who deserves the spoils of redistribution. Art, fashion, comedy and music, once the great unifiers, adventurers and innovators are being neutered and circumscribed to a new restrictive code in wholesale perversion of basic liberties. Poets and writers sent to Communist gulags nod with ghostly empathy before the snowdrifts of time cover them yet again. Real controversies are largely ignored, including:
- an epic federal debt,
- the global dimming of democracy,
- the need for comprehensive reform of US healthcare a la the Singaporean model,
- the oppression of defined benefit plans on municipal and state budgets,
- rampant illiteracy in language, history and mathematics,
- the California Environmental Quality Act (CEQA) and Draconian zoning laws damning present and future generations to pay rent rather than own, as housing supplies are artificially choked,
- misallocation of critical State infrastructure funds away from reservoir and road-building,
- generations of angry sons who grow up in fatherless households,
- the end of privacy and coterminous success of pervasive monitoring, and
- the systemic challenges and opportunities which AI and robotics present to those employed in the workforce.
Historic threats to Western Civilization, such as those described in The Miracle of Freedom: 7 Tipping Points that Saved the World, are erased and substituted with subversive and obfuscating dogmata. We can breathe a collective sigh of relief knowing that issues of true importance, such as restroom signage and bike lanes for indignant cyclists (many of whom ignore most rules of the road) are being dealt with speed and industry. W. Cleon Skousen and Eric Arthur Blair should take a bow, come to the stage and receive their awards for eerily accurate prophesies.
A Lion in the Summer:
Don Genhart, Republican
Stepping back from the abject inanity of tax-and-spend California politics, where up is down and down is up, it is my unmitigated pleasure to write about a stalwart Republican, none other than that lion in summer, Don Genhart. Don is known by many friends as “the Prince of the Desert,” a worthy moniker for a man who serves as President of the Sun City Palm Desert Republican Club, Regional VP of the California Congress of Republicans and delegate to the California Republican Party. Don was born in Kansas City, MO, home to the Kansas City Royals (winner of the 1985 and 2015 World Series), and to Pony Express founder, Alexander Majors. Don’s family subsequently moved to Ohio and then to Meadville, Pennsylvania – famous, Don jokes, for being in the Lord’s Prayer: ‘Deliver us from Meadville…” Don attended high school in Meadville, home to the Bulldogs, where he participated in both track and swimming. Don then attended Penn State, where he graduated with a BS in Hotel Administration, minored in Political Science and cheered for the Nittany Lions:
“Hail to the Lion, Loyal and True.
Hail Alma Mater, with your White and Blue.
Penn State forever, Molder of men (and women),
Fight for her honor, Fight, and Victory again.”
Don also served in the US Air Force as a Lieutenant where he worked in intelligence in Korea. Anyone who takes the time to read about the initial impact of MIG-15s on the lumbering B-29s knows that Don had his work cut out for him. All hail to the swept-wing North American F-86 Sabre and its brave pilots who could take the fight to the enemy! Don continued to apply his leadership skills in his civilian work, including running a hotel and three restaurants (in Oil City, Titusville and Meadville, PA). He also served as Director of Sales and Marketing for Hilton and Sheraton, and worked in Oahu, Hawaii for six-and-a-half years as a Director of Sales and Marketing for the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. Aloha! Don also lived in Santa Barbara where Gauchos somehow study by the beach before he finally move to Palm Desert – heretofore known as “the Old McDonald Ranch.”
When asked about current hobbies and interests, Don confesses that he’s finally hung up his surfboard and retired as “granddaddy of the waves” when he used to surf in Hawaii, Santa Barbara and Huntington Beach. Don enjoys yoga and has a three-times-a-week regimen. He enjoys supporting local arts, attending theater and musical productions. He is also active with “Animal Samaritans,” and the organization’s “no kill” shelter. At the 8th Annual “Men of the Desert” Fashion Show, Don was one of the table hosts; together, donors reportedly raised an impressive $135,000. According to a fun article in the Desert Sun newspaper, Don’s red, white and blue cowboy boots caught national attention when he attended a National Republican Convention.
Your CCR President is looking forward to speaking at the Sun City Palm Desert Republican Club and meeting Don’s many friends and fellow Republicans on June 19, 2019. You can follow his Club’s activities by going to: https://www.facebook.com/SunCityRepublicans/
(c) 2019 By Peter Verbica
President, California Congress of Republicans
Recently, I had some work done on my ’13 Prius. I’m not virtue-signaling because of the car I drive. I know, for instance, that metals had to be mined and refined for its nickel-metal hydride (NiMH) battery. I know that it’s built abroad by a foreign company, at the cost of local jobs. I know that it’s safer to park in Santa Cruz County. (Eco-terrorists slash 4×4 tires here, driving up insurance rates.)
Photo Credit: Peter Verbica
My reasons are simply economic — in large part because of the social-engineering by Sacramento politicians. I bought the car used, after it had depreciated to some extent. California collects high fees for vehicle registration taxes — and charges a high sales tax to boot. I drive a Prius for the same reason that I often order tap water with meals: it saves money. We have “reformulated gasoline,” so it’s more expensive than other parts of the country. And, our fuel is taxed and taxed and taxed. In January of 2019, California gas prices even outstripped Hawaii for the highest in the nation.[i] California also has stratespheric income taxes – its maximum rate of 13.3% places it at the head of the pack. And, the Prius has been a reliable car. So, I’m not virtue-signaling. I’m just trying to save a buck.
Back to the work being done on my car; when the workman finished the job, he confessed to going through my glovebox to retrieve my name. There, he came across my California Congress of Republicans’ (“CCR”) business card. And, he ranted for the next 45 minutes. How could I support a racist, thief, and misogynist? How could I support a Party which was against decent health care? Or, a minimum wage? How could I support someone who cheats on his wife? How could I support such a person if I had daughters?
He was completely disinterested in hearing about why I support the Bill of Rights; he definitely didn’t want to discuss what was printed on the back of my CCR card:
“The CCR philosophy is based on core Republican values: individual responsibility, personal freedoms, limited government, a market economy, low taxes and a strong national defense. We don’t play politics with personal and religious social issues, leaving those to the practice of personal freedoms.”
When I tried to respond that I appreciated civility and moral character in elected leaders, he continued with his jack-jawed diatribe. He compared the comportment of the former President to the current. He could have cared less about my talking about how CCR was making an effort to be more inclusive.
To him, policy didn’t matter; character did; they couldn’t be unbound into separate strands. He had no interest in discussing free enterprise versus socialism – despite owning his own business. He wasn’t interested in comparing the failed economic policies of Venezuela to our own, or why so many Californians and businesses are leaving the state. How CEQA and zoning laws affect affordability of housing and lives more than platitudes about minimum wage. The real dangers of following in Venezuela’s path.
He told me that he was part Native American; when I shared with him that I had Native American blood from my grandmother’s side, he was disinterested; I was told that I look white. Of course, I’d been forewarned. A good friend, who is a Republican, has chided that my percentage of Native American blood is too de minimis to mention to anyone. I’d been asked by a fellow Republican to self-censure on the topic, for fear that it would result in controversy. That was in print; but, here, it occurred in person.
So, this business of character matters. Great policies can be advocated and implemented by flawed individuals. Our founding fathers had feet of clay, but freed us from the tyranny of a monarchy. But, if we are going to win hearts and minds in California, do we need great policies brought forth from only those of unquestionable character? Are we to elect only saints and no sinners?
A friend of mine suggested something more reasonable and achievable. “Peter,” she advised, “we need to teach school children what socialism is.” It dawned on me. This business of character must begin within each of us, not externally by electing unassailable saints. This business of character begins with encouraging each individual’s enlightenment. Our sacred duty is to effectively explain what it means to be free and to be an American. We must carry the torch of this epiphany.
[i] “Leading states based on highest effective gas tax and price as of January 2019 (in U.S. dollars),” statistica, https://www.statista.com/statistics/509649/us-states-with-highest-gas-tax-and-prices/