Yes Donald, there is a T-Bone

Yes Donald, there is a T-Bone

Corey Booker
Corey Booker

National Review is reporting, “The central character in one of Corey Booker’s oft-repeated stories — T-Bone, the drug pusher who the mayor has said threatened his life at one turn and sobbed on his shoulder the next — is a figment of his imagination.”

Booker is the favorite in an upcoming special election to be the next U.S. Senator from New Jersey. People are curious about his little friend T-Bone.

Here’s one letter from New Jersey:

Dear Editor—

I am 58 years old. Some of my friends at National Review say Corey Booker’s little friend T-Bone does not exist. They say Corey Booker invented this imaginary drug dealer to impress people across the river who are impressed with that kind of bogus criminality.

Papa says, ‘If you see it in White Girl Bleed a Lot, it’s so.’

Please tell me the truth, does Corey Booker’s little friend T-Bone really exist?

Signed,

Donald McLaughlin

Yes Donald, there is a T-Bone.

Your little friends at National Review are wrong. Corey Booker’s drug-dealing friend from the hood is real.

Your friends have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age.

T-Bone exists as certainly as love of big government, generosity with other people’s money, and liberal delusion exist.

Alas, how dreary would be the world if there were no T-Bone!  If Corey Booker was not inventing little friends and telling stories about how tough he was because he faced down big bad drug dealers. And how he became their friend. And how he had to set them free.

And how his delusions make him more credible.

It would be as dreary as if there were no Secretary of State and President lying to the parents of dead Americans while standing over their coffins after abandoning them in Benghazi.

There would be no childlike faith in community organizers turned president. No nationalizing health care. No trillion dollar deficits. No blaming George Bush. No whacky Secretary of States. No job killing EPA. No cash for clunkers. No racial animosity. No beer summits. No children who resemble Florida gangsters with a taste for drugs and violence. No opposition to fracking.

No Carlos Danger. No Client Number 9. No Van Jones. No Joe Biden. No tingles up the leg. No Candy Crowley debate moderators. No Harry Reid lying about Mitt Romney.

No Al Sharpton and Tawana Brawley. No Jesse Jackson Senior and Junior. No Martin Luther King monuments with bad quotes made in China. No critical race theory. No unreadable Princeton theses. No federal employees organizing pro-Trayvon rallies.

No ridiculously dangerous cities like Newark. No liberal reporters to ignore them.

Nothing to make tolerable this existence.

Not believe in T-Bone?

You might as well not believe in higher taxes. And more regulation. You might get your papa to hire men to watch for T-Bone in all the penitentiaries in New Jersey, but what would that prove?

The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see anyone lower health care premiums like the President said?

Of course not. But that’s no proof it did not happen. Just ask David Brooks.

Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world. Sometimes, you have to vote for something to find out what is in it.

No T-Bone? Wherever there’s a cop, kicking a guy, T-Bone will be there. Oops, sorry, that a different fairy tale.

At this point, what difference does it make?

Cross-posted from WhiteGirlBleedALot.com

Colin Flaherty

Colin Flaherty

Colin Flaherty is the author of “White Girl Bleed a Lot: The return of racial violence and how the media ignore it” — a #1 Amazon bestseller. He has written for Los Angeles Times, NPR, Court TV, FrontPage Magazine, and WND.

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