Jim Moniz

A Tired Old Man

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A Tired Old Man

Most people who know me would say that I am generally a happy guy, and that not much gets to me. This is not one of those moments.

From a woman’s march partially led by a woman with ties to Hamas (in case you haven’t heard the news, Hamas is not a feminist-friendly organization), to protests in Berkeley against Ann Coulter and Milo Yiannopoulos (Berkeley? The Birthplace of the Free Speech Movement? Really?) and beyond, this has not always been a good year for the Jimster. Add to this that the mainstream media is using these events to further an agenda to separate us and keep buying the pills they peddle…

Folks, I’m just plain tired.

I’m tired of elected representatives who represent only themselves.

I’m tired of groups claiming to be anti-Fascist and anti-Nazi who put their message across using the same tactics as the groups they claim to oppose.

I’m tired of the media, pundits, and politicians who were gob-smacked on Election Day, and are trying to save face and get their revenge for being wrong by continuing false narratives about the President. (And no, I didn’t vote for him, so please, let’s not go there.)

I’m tired of our colleges and universities being infested with the Leaders of the Participation Trophy Movement.

Most of all, I am tired of these pathetic attempts to make me feel guilty for being White, Catholic, Libertarian, and (most of all) American. I refuse to accept responsibility for dreamed-up micro-aggressions or hallucinated advantages over my fellow humans.

I’m also pissed that Glen Campbell died.

I’m gonna go sit in a corner and watch Popeye cartoons. I’ll be less tired and cranky next time, I promise.



A Bold Move

Independence Day


When you think of the Fourth of July, what do you think about? Is it hot dogs and hamburgers, music, fireworks? Is it taking the day off from work, watching sports on TV, throwing back a few cold ones? Or is it something much more important?


Hardly anyone I know calls the 4th of July Independence Day any more. I realize it’s easier to say “Fourth of July” than it is to say “Independence Day.” (Fewer syllables? Rolls off the tongue better? Who knows…) I am just as guilty as anyone of using the shortcut most of the time. As we approach the anniversary of the adopting of the Declaration of Independence, I want to take some time to remind myself and others as to the significance of this day.


The signing of the Declaration of Independence from England was considered an act of treason by the Crown. The 56 men who signed this document knew they were putting their lives and their livelihoods at risk .They also knew they were putting the lives of their families and communities in jeopardy. But they moved forward with it, knowing that the time had come to sever governmental ties to a country they had found less and less in common with, but who was still regulating and taxing them. They put forth “the proposition that all men are created equal,” and that they had been granted “inalienable rights” to live their lives free from the tyranny of King George.


The British Empire was a dominating force in the world at that time, and it was folly to consider such a bold move against the status quo. Indeed, many fellow colonists preferred to stay part of Britain, for both economic and political reasons. (Sound familiar?)  Britain, of course, didn’t take this lying down, and war commenced.


Upon Britain’s surrender, the great experiment of the United States truly began. But none of this would have happened without the bold move of those 56 men in July of 1776.


So please take a moment this 4th to think about the real meaning of the day, and educate those who would diminish its meaning.