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Our immunity to hypocrisy and addiction to outrage

We are whistling past the graveyard

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The NBA has banned Donald Sterling “for life” from the NBA, and fined him $2.5 million.  Adam Silver, NBA commissioner, said

We stand together in condemning Mr. Sterling’s views. They simply have no place in the NBA.

Sterling, who is 80 years old, is worth $1.9 billion, and the fine is $2.5 million.  To put it in perspective, it would be like you getting a traffic fine for $65.  Pocket change.

Banning an 80-year-old for “life” is also pretty lame.  Although what is the NBA supposed to do, ban him in the afterlife?  I think God is taking care of that, and He has a lot more authority to do it.  Actually, I hope that Donald Sterling repents in God’s eyes and finds forgiveness there, because he certainly won’t find it here on Earth.

The Los Angeles NAACP revoked the latest in a series of awards they have bestowed upon him.  Leon Jenkins, president of the LA NAACP said,

The Los Angeles NAACP intention to honor Mr. Sterling for a lifetime body of work must be withdrawn, and the donation that he’s given to the Los Angeles NAACP will be returned.

But only for 2014; the NAACP also honored Sterling in 2008 and 2009.  Those donations and awards remain “on the books” as they say.  The blatant hypocrisy evident in the NAACP’s taking racist dollars and trading awards for it is mind-bending.  Sterling knew exactly what he was doing:  paying insurance premiums to enable him to continue his racist slumlord policies, and continue to profit while enjoying the patina of receiving acclaim from the very object of his hatred.

We have a serious problem:  our tolerance for hypocrisy has become so high as to approach immunity.  We are like meth addicts who need more and more of the drug to achieve the same high, or a patient whose infection has become resistant to antibiotics.  It takes ever more powerful and personal acts of striking slap-in-the-face hypocrisy to even get our attention.

And that’s just for white people.

Even the act of me writing “white people” has probably stirred the fires of racism in some reader’s soul, and raised the hackles of those whose entire identity is baked into the top millimeter of their epidermis.  But it’s true.

Almost nothing Al Sharpton, the Lord God King of Hypocrites, says would elicit the kind of universal loathing and contempt that is now heaped upon Donald Sterling.  Here’s one:

White folks was in the caves while we [blacks] was building empires … We built pyramids before Donald Trump ever knew what architecture was … we taught philosophy and astrology and mathematics before Socrates and them Greek homos ever got around to it.

And another:

If the Jews want to get it on, tell them to pin their yarmulkes back and come over to my house.

It is a well-known fact that both Sharpton and his richer colleague Jesse Jackson, are anti-Semitic to the core.  Along with other Black Liberation Theology adherents such as Jeremiah Wright.  These three have one thing in common:  they’ve all visited the Obama White House.  This is personally offensive to me, as one of Jewish heritage.

The hypocrisy is not limited to race-baiting.

Al Gore, the self-coronated Imperial Exponent of Climate Change, has a carbon footprint worthy of a small town.  Yet he continues to jet around the world in his Gulfstream III burning 568 gallons of jet A per hour.  Just in case you didn’t know, jet A is a fossil fuel that’s made from crude oil, which is pumped from wells which were drilled (or oil rigs in the ocean) or obtained by fracking, then sent by pipeline or supertanker to a refinery.  The G-III also produces somewhere in excess of 5 tons of carbon emissions per hour.  That’s a lot of cow flatulence.

Gore continues to give to organizations such as the Alliance for Climate Protection, Conservation International, Live Earth, and Stop Global Warming, which continue to take his oil-drenched, CO2 tainted cash without a peep.

Maybe if someone taped Gore laughing a hysterically sinister laugh while stoking a dirty coal-fired oven belching black smoke while telling Colin Powell he can get another rack of ribs for the fire, it might be a high enough dose of hypocrisy for us to feel it.

As a nation, we’re quickly losing any sensitivity to hypocrisy.  That’s dangerous.  You might say it’s cynicism, but it’s not.  It’s a moral numbness that’s overcoming our ability to express outrage where it is proper, and replacing it instead with an ever growing craving for more and more outrageous examples of personal wickedness.

All the while, we whistle past the graveyard that is prepared to bury our own bones, and wink at the gravediggers we ourselves are paying to dig our own graves.

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