What’s fascinating about the coverage of the persuasive accusations against Bill Cosby, now 18 and rising, is that race doesn’t dominate. There’s an outcry at the abuse of women, and he’s shredded the healthy black-father family man image he carefully cultivated on his sitcom, but you don’t read or hear notice taken of the fact that the women who say he drugged and raped them were usually white.
What sustained both Plymouth and Massachusetts Bay was that, thankfully, America could be carved into a better community for all, providing that elusive but mysterious challenge that was missing from the lives of so many in England.
So this is how the sexual revolution is ending. It is ending with gangs of angry women recalling alleged sexual assaults up to a half-century ago. Their alleged assailant in this case is the avuncular 77-year-old Bill Cosby.
What if the government is designed to perpetuate itself? What if the real levers of governmental power are pulled by agents, diplomats and bureaucrats behind the scenes? What if they stay in power no matter who is elected president or which major political party controls Congress?
I love Thanksgiving. Before we get to the real meaning of the holiday, let’s start with the food.