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I’m thinking about why an Air Force general believes he has to hyphenate his nationality with a continent that has no claim to him, or vice-versa.

I’m thinking about all the racism I was subjected to at a Historically Black University, while I was one of the very, very, very few whites.

I am thinking about the Nigerians in my high school whom were the subject of brutal racism.

I am thinking about how race never become an issue when I served in the Marines for 20 years until black race baiters filled that void.

Enough of diversity. We need Americans.

Wouldn’t have been helpful of him to wax poetic about how great a nation it is that would elevate him to such a lofty position?

A nation that can build F-16s - which I can design, but he got to fly - and let a guy like him actually fly them?

Only a tiny fraction of humanity has ever gotten to do that. Certainly if his ancestors had been able to steer clear of the other tribesman who captured and sold them, he would never have had to worry about being in the position of being able to fly supersonic jets. They would be happily at home in their hut in western Africa. Living to the age of 35 or 40 when some hideous bacteria would take them out.

Helpful if he had the insight to understand that. Instead, he only has the selfish bitterness of someone who thought he was entitled to that which he could not make.

And no gratitude towards the people who allowed him to get that far, out of nothing more then empathy with his ancestors. It isn’t like he couldn’t just pack a rucksack and head home to the Dark Continent where clearly, he’d feel far more at home.

Now he’s in charge of the nuclear arsenal of the United States and the fate of the free world literally hangs in the balance. Will the Chinese or even the Russians test him?

You can bet your butt they will. Nobody like him would ever get even kind of close to their levers of power.

I am thinking about how race never become an issue when I served in the Marines for 20 years until black race baiters filled that void.

I reported to my first unit way back in January 1977. The weekend before my arrival, a race riot erupted in the barracks, to include wall locker being thrown through a window, with a sergeant in it.

So what changed during my two years at that battery? We had great leadership, excellent NCOs. All of the officers were bachelors, and we spent quite a bit of time in the barracks after duty hours. We were Army on an Air Force base, so we had that us against them.

We also took advantage of the ability to transfer poor soldiers to a sister battalion that was attached to the Big Red 1. They spent 8 months out of the year at Grafenwoehr, and it was a lot nicer on our base, to include omelets made to order in the mess hall. The threat of transfer was a great deterrent.