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No Better Friend Nominated for 2019 Biography Award

My recent book, “No Better Friend, No Worse Enemy; The Life of General James Mattis” (HarperCollins) achieved the rank of #1 in its category and #17 overall on amazon.com.  It has been nominated for the Marine Corps Heritage Foundation’s 2019 Col. Joseph Alexander Award for biography. See more at amazon.com.

My Morning Sun, My North Star. My North, My South, My East and West.

Adoley Odunton Proser, beloved wife of Jim Proser, passed away peacefully at 6:10 PM on July 16, 2018 at Sarasota Memorial Hospital in her adopted home city of Sarasota, Florida after a long illness.  She was 65 years old.  She is mourned by hundreds of family members, devoted life-long friends, colleagues and clients from around the world.  After a distinguished career as an actor and television producer, Adoley dedicated her life to helping others achieve their personal goals through her work as a Spiritual Life Coach.

Born in Kumasi, Ghana of Joseph Bennett Odunton and Mercy Akua Thompson, Adoley attended Ridge Church School in the capitol city of Accra. 

Adoley at age 3 with brother Allotey

In 1958, her family including her mother and 2 brothers moved to London for 3 years to be with their father during his historic appointment as the first black Press Secretary to Queen Elizabeth at Buckingham Palace.  He represented the newly independent Republic of Ghana. Returning to Ghana after her father’s duties had been fulfilled, Adoley was then sent back to London in 1962 to continue her formal education.  She earned a scholarship to attend St. Paul’s Girls’ School and went on to attend St. Anne’s College at her father’s alma mater of Oxford University where she graduated with a degree in English language and literature.

Adoley at age 6 with loving family

Adoley was a talented Shakespearean actor widely acclaimed for her portrayal of Olivia in an Oxford production of Twelfth Night, directed by Patrick Garland.  She was also a gifted stage director of works by Harold Pinter and others.  At the age of 25 she achieved international fame as the lead female character in the first racially integrated popular television series in the UK entitled Mixed Blessings.  However, with limited opportunities for black actors in the UK at that time, Adoley left London for Los Angeles, California in 1981.

Adoley at 25 as a famous actress

In Los Angeles, she had a distinguished career as an executive for television producers Norman Lear, Republic Pictures, CBS and other top flight producers.  She went on to direct the film A Place for Sarah that dealt with the subject of abuse and mental illness.  Turning from the entertainment industry to pursue her passion for a spiritual path and for helping others, she became a Licensed Spiritual Practitioner in Science of Mind at the Agape Spiritual Center in Los Angeles.   She met author Jim Proser in 1997 in Los Angeles and they married on January 2, 1999 at her family home in Accra, Ghana under an enormous, equatorial full moon among over 200 members and friends of her extended family.  As a couple, Adoley and Jim enjoyed 19 years of loving and devoted marriage. 

Moving from Los Angeles to Sarasota, Florida in 2014, Adoley again achieved international success as the host of The Wellness Revolution, a popular internet interview program.  Her mellifluous, sonorous voice and British enunciation was widely appreciated by thousands of listeners.  In person, friends remarked on her rich and colorful fashion sense, beaming smile, sharp, humorous wit and graceful beauty.  She enjoyed reading, ballroom dancing, Ghanaian high-life music and African foods.   She is loved and will be deeply missed by her husband Jim, her wide, extended family and her many dear friends. 

Private services will be held in Sarasota, Los Angeles, London and Accra.  Her legacy of kindness, devotion and mentorship will be carried on by the Adoley Odunton Proser Scholarship Fund to help the neediest children in Ghana receive an education.  The scholarship will be administered by the non-profit organization Ghanaian Mother’s Hope.  In lieu of flowers or other memorial gifts, please make a generous donation to Ghanaian Mother’s Hope for the Adoley Odunton Proser Scholarship Fund at www.gofundme.com/help-adoley.

Funeral Blues
by W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘She is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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Adoley leads a prayer call

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For Adoley with the song we fell in love to

Adoley in the storm

Adoley “The Dancing Queen” with friends Barbara and David Fallon – 2009

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Our two weddings, one in Accra, Ghana, one in Los Angeles, California

School-iosis: A Curvature of the American Spine

You might begin to suspect that the people disparaging an immediate and aggressive armed response to America’s school shootings are the same people who claimed “War is not the answer” to attacks (on schoolchildren and everyone else) by ISIS.  Especially now that many of those bumper stickers have disappeared since ISIS was swiftly annihilated by Mr. Trump and Mr. Mattis.  Come to think of it, I didn’t see many before ISIS either, when we quickly crushed the Taliban after 9/11.  Hm?

It seems war was also not the answer when Mr. George W. Bush and company let the swift American victory over Saddam Hussein in 2001, also led by Mr. Mattis in a blitzkrieg of only 17 days, lapse into depressing months of insurgency throughout Iraq.  Of course, those who knew war was not the answer disappeared again with the success of “the surge” that caused the thoroughly unpredictable restoration of peace in Iraq.  Who could have imagined such a thing?!  Again, you’d think these reliable pundits of peace might have recognized a pattern that any schoolchild could see.  Especially schoolchildren who have recently been through an armed attack.

But no, they’re baaaack. Only this time they proclaim “No More Guns” since “Guns are Not the Answer” was too close to the embarrassing slogan of the past.  In fairness, “No More Guns” is a punchy soundbite that provides an obvious answer to a stricken people.  They know from long experience, these unerring guide dogs of peace, that it’s not really an answer at all and has no chance of achieving peace or safety.  They know, just like Socialists know, that the theory sounds inarguably correct, it’s just that the millions of people who have tried it dozens of times didn’t quite get it right.  This time it’s a sure thing.  No More Guns, yeah, that’s the ticket.  They know, in their hearts, when all pretense is dropped, that it is simply a political ploy – a catchy phrase to push the momentarily weakened toward the “progressive” cause of gun control.

Now American schoolchildren, even in mourning for their classmates and afraid for themselves, know that irresponsible adults have failed to keep them safe for decades.  They know or will soon realize that “No More Guns” is a hollow and cynical slogan.  After all, there are always plenty of guns around for important adults.  Once they graduate from grade school to university and then from university to places of business, armed security is everywhere.  They know violent and mentally unstable adults are dealt with swiftly and frequently by other adults carrying guns.  They know they will have to demand the armed protection guaranteed to them by the responsible adults who created America.

 

Quit Your Whining

We, my people, are saloonkeepers, bus drivers and civil servants.  Sometimes we’re rude, crude and pretty loud.  We’re Irish, Jewish, Catholic, Italian, a couple of blacks and an East Indian or something.  I think we have a few Buddhists too, but they don’t go to church or anything so who knows?

We make fun of big shots, appreciate an occasional well-timed fart in church and always clap and cheer for the Emperor’s new clothes.  Nothing brings a smile to our faces faster than seeing a thieving politician or perverted priest in handcuffs.  And for your Ivory Tower politically correct lectures, we got two words for you and they ain’t “bon jour”.

Our collars are blue and white.  Argument is our first language, it’s what we like to do and we don’t really care what you think of us.  G’ahead, call us racist, xenophobes, sexist, whatever.  Did you hear the one about the Polack, the Jew and the gimpy black walk into a bar? The bartender says, “What is this, some kind of joke?”

G’ahead, call us the original terrorists whose chickens came home to roost on 9/11.  Big, bad, white America.  Bring that particular one to Manhattan, downtown, to our faces, and see what happens.

So yeah, most of us voted for Obama even after he said we clung to our guns and religion because we’re afraid of others.  Yeah, right.  Nailed that one, dumbass. (Don’t expect an invitation to go deer hunting with us anymore.)

Then, even after he lied to our faces and said we could keep our doctors, we gave him another shot at the job.  Even after he said the police acted stupidly and he made the Prime Minister of Israel wait in the hall but showed the Black Lives Matter jerk-offs right in. Even after all that, he was still our guy.  Some of us…

We were Democrats.

But what did you want us to do with that lying, thieving phony who called us deplorable?  The one who got our guys killed in Benghazi, on her watch, and didn’t even have the decency to take responsibility for it?  You wanted us to give her the job Obama f***ked up?

Okay, we’re deplorable, whatever.  But we just cleaned your clock, even with a blowhard, punk running the show.  Deal with it and quit whining.  And don’t look for some of us at the Dem convention anymore.

Daughters of Mengele

The thinking that seeks to move America forward from its founding, first principles is called Progressivism.  Progress is measured by the philosophical distance achieved from life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness toward more collectivist, progressive ideals.

For instance, early progressivism was articulated in the French revolution as fraternite’, liberte’, egalite’ – brotherhood, liberty and equality.  This motto expresses the European preference for collective rights over individual rights.  These two viewpoints are almost always incompatible.  In America, the God-given rights of the individual are sacred and inviolable. Arguably, they are the reason America exists at all.

The French rightly seized on the central idea of liberty in the American motto. Unfortunately for French royals, revolutionaries progressed from America’s pre-eminence of life – what with all the chopping off of “royal” heads and such – to brotherhood. This is possibly the first progressive milestone in history.

But why was such a radical shift of concept necessary? Wouldn’t it have been easier to adopt the biblically sanctioned concept of “life” for deeply Catholic French citizens? Especially since they were in love with all things American?  The obvious reason is murder.

Because the guilty and innocent alike were slaughtered, French revolutionaries couldn’t believably proclaim the sanctity of life.  The idea of life, the most fundamental human right, became a threat to the legitimacy of the revolution.  And so it was that the first principle of America, life, progressed to the first principal of all criminal gangs – brotherhood.

“I’M GONNA BASICALLY CRUSH BELOW, I’M GONNA CRUSH ABOVE.”

And so it was also, that a 21st century doctor, blithely described her clinical technique of routinely crushing a living child’s skull and pelvis.  Dr. Mary Nucatola, Senior Director for Medical Services of Planned Parenthood remarked over wine and salad: “We’ve been very good at getting heart, lung, liver, because we know that, so I’m not gonna crush that part, I’m gonna basically crush below, I’m gonna crush above, and I’m gonna see if I can get it all intact.”

This is to preserve the harvestable organs in the abdomen during an abortion.  She had a sip of wine then, with the presumed buyer of child body parts, actually an undercover reporter from the Center for Medical Progress, perhaps in celebration of the advance she’d pioneered in medical technique. Perhaps even in solidarity with the progressive revolution in American conscience.

In a separate video, Mary Gatter, Medical Director of Planned Parenthood, Los Angeles, calmly discusses the going market rates for freshly harvested child organs with this same presumed buyer.  She negotiated politely on the rates for specific organs as she enjoyed her healthy salad, untroubled by the transaction, even joking with her counterpart in the deal that she wants “a Lamborghini” in exchange for the aborted fetuses.

mengele

The original work in this revolutionary field of human vivisection was pioneered by Dr. Josef Mengele at a time and in a place where the sanctity of life was also abandoned and where more advanced political concepts held sway as they had with French revolutionaries.  And as they do today among their inheritors, American progressives.  Can there really be any doubt that life, the first principal of America and human civilization, is a victim of this “progress” ?

 

 

 

Progressives Punked for Social Justice

Presumed superior knowledge – a concept so engrained in progressives that Bill Maher summed it up in one irrefutable sentence saying “The Constitution needs a page one re-write.”lady-scales-of-justice-peeking   His guests nodded along and studio audience, of course – crickets.

So stunning in its brevity, clarity and presumption of superior knowledge that you can fairly see Hollywood’s hottest punch-up artists Bruce Vilanch, Amy Schumer and Keenan Ivory Wayans blue-penciling the dusty concepts of Jefferson and Adams for a totally rockin’ vision of America.

IN THE WRITER’S ROOM

This thing is going to jump off the page like an ep of “Joanie Loves Chachi” – when it was really good.  Equal justice is just so “old, white slave-owner”.  Social justice is for reals, dog.  No justice, no peace, take it to the streets.  Like the French with their revolution.  Now those dudes got social justice right.  Boom!  Off with their heads, storm the Bastille.  Power to the people.

Dig it, justice needs to take into account white privilege, slavery, LGBTQ rights, micro-aggressions, women’s issues and forget gun ownership, y’feel me?   And what’s with this whole idea of co-equal branches of government fighting over each little law and regulation?  Duhhh… like Homer Simpson could figure this one out.

Who even gets why we are a nation of laws and not men?  Men (and women and LGBTQs) make the laws, right?  It’s not like God makes the laws from his book of Jewish fairy tales.  So the whole page one concept of being endowed by our Creator with certain unalienable rights is out.  The best minds of Hollywood and Washington D.C. know what time it is, so what could go wrong?  They make, like millions of dollars you know and are all over TMZ.

Justice ain’t blind anymore.  We got this.

 

 

 

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Award-winning author Jim Proser grew up as the fourth of five sons of nightclub impresario Monte Proser and film actress Jane Ball in New Hope, Bucks County, Pennsylvania. Read More…

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