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Step into the ring with Joe Frazier, Muhammad Ali, and George Foreman—three fighters who dominated boxing’s golden era in the 1970s. Epic, brutal showdowns tie together their legacies.

Joe, to me, was the toughest of the trio—a relentless bulldog who’d chew through anything. He proved it in 1971’s “Fight of the Century,” flooring Ali and handing “The Greatest” with his first loss.

But then came Foreman. George turned Joe into a human punching back, knocking him down six times in two rounds in 1973. Yet Frazier kept rising back to his feet, a testament to his grit.

Then there’s Ali, the dazzling king of the ring, a slick-talking genius who didn’t just fight—he put on a show. I’d argue he’s “The Greatest” for a damn good reason: he danced circles around foes, then faced Foreman in 1974’s “Rumble in the Jungle.”

Ali let George punch himself out before dropping him in the eighth round. He then took on Frazier in a trilogy for the ages, winning two of three, his jab sharp, and proving he could take a punch. Ali died in 2016, but boxing fans still remember his lightning-fast magic in the ring.

George? A wrecking ball with sledgehammer fists—68 knockouts in 76 wins say it all. Polished? Not in my book. He was raw and unrefined, but I believe if he had tougher fights before the Ali fight, he might’ve stayed on his feet longer in Zaire. Still, I wouldn’t bet on him winning.

Foreman’s takes twists wilder: humbled by Ali, he quit in ’77, then came back a decade later, snagging the title at 45 in 1994—oldest champ ever. By the time he passed yesterday, March 21, 2025, at 76, he’d turned teddy bear—funny, lovable, hawking grills, and preaching peace.

All gone now. Frazier’s grit, Ali’s magic, Foreman’s redemption—a legacy so colossal I feel damn lucky to have lived it.

When I saw this in my Facebook memories yesterday, it sparked two thoughts. First, it reminded me of how my parents—especially my dad—taught me to debate. Starting around age 13 or 14, my dad and I would pick a current event, take a stance on whether it was good or bad, and argue it out. One of us would start, and the other had to take the opposite side. It was a fantastic way to learn debate, even if it meant defending a position I didn’t always agree with. We did this every Sunday until I graduated high school and then occasionally for about 35 years until my mom passed away.

Sundays made sense for it, I suppose. As a family, we’d watch the news shows, wrapping up with 60 Minutes in the evening, and there was always the massive Sunday paper to draw from. I tried the same exercise with my daughter and, later, my stepdaughter. It worked better with my daughter, though I know she hated it—I suspect they both did.

Second, it brought to mind an interview I did with Holly Near for the campus newspaper at Kent State. Looking back, her quote struck me as ironic given her history, but she was spot on. All parents should do this with their kids. Just don’t be surprised if they resent you for it.

I no longer have many liberal friends. It stopped around the time I supported Trump in 2016. I didn’t stop being their friends; they stopped being mine. Being unfriended or blocked on Facebook-Meta isn’t the end of the world. Then, it spread offline.

Obviously, I was brainwashed. I was labeled a racist, xenophobe, misogynist, etc. If a word ending with “ist,” “phobe,” or “ism”, it was me. None of it was true, and the attacks were ad hominem, not on issues.

The problem was that I couldn’t think for myself. But when I listen to Legacy Media on any given day, it’s like it gets together each morning and comes up with a phrase, repeated verbatim by various pundits all day long. Now, to me, that’s the inability to think for yourself.

My inability to think for myself was rooted in my lack of education, which led to ignorance. I barely made it through high school, driven by sheer boredom and other alluring distractions. However, this changed when I pursued higher education.

I went to college, then graduate school, and got accepted to law school. At the time, I was told that one in 12 were accepted to law school. I have no clue. I know we were drowned the first year in bookwork, seemingly to weed us out. A lot quit, so if that was the plan, it worked.

They love to cling to that stereotype that all Trump voters drink PBR-I did-live in trailers-I grew up around these folks, and they were good, hard-working people- and didn’t graduate high school. They sincerely believed it. I laugh at their absurdity now. These are people who can’t define a woman without a biology degree and believe a man needs to use tampons or can give birth.

I came to understand that they were never really my friends. Real friends give each other a pass; losing friends is one thing. Losing family members takes it to a new level. It reminds me of the Civil War, in which brothers fought on opposite sides. It’s sad but true that even family members can’t overlook politics.

Friendship and family shouldn’t end for these reasons, but they can and do. I have read that this has happened to many others and have lived it. I’m willing not to discuss beliefs with certain people, but I won’t sacrifice my principles for those who insist, nor would I ask another to do so.

I will explain why I’m right; sometimes, in person, it works better than online. The media is the true force of propaganda and feeds the gullibility of the masses. I get my info from both sides, although admittedly more from conservative-leaning sources than liberal ones.

It shows us the danger of allowing a media complex to take sides and the threat of allowing political parties and politicians to accept private donations for favors. This brings up another point: Along these lines, I don’t use the word “liberal” much anymore. The term has changed since I was young.

At one time, both liberals and conservatives shared a common interest in America; the difference was the means to the end. It’s why Ronald Reagan and Tip O’Neil could fight like cats and dogs yet admire each other. I seldom use the term Democrats because I believe it’s becoming an extinct breed. The WalkAway folks typically say, “I didn’t leave the democrats party; the democrat party left me.” It’s a fair assessment. I use Left but consider it to be a hate group.

Half the people in this country are willing to forcefully and violently work on behalf of a system that was robbing them of their money and their freedoms. That’s the strength of propaganda. I say, stand your round. You’re correct, and they’re wrong.

I loved Westerns as a kid. Some of my favorites are missing here, like Guy Madison as Wild Bill, for one(since I had the whole outfit and lunchbox and loved the guy).

Not to get all 2nd Amendment here on shootings, but I had just about every gun there was, realistic in those days. While we’d have “realistic” gunfights and hunt with real guns, there are no school shootings that I recall except Charles Whitman, and I’m pretty darn sure it had nothing to do with Westerns. The Cowboys, then, when shot, didn’t even bleed.

I do not see Gunsmoke or Have Gun, Will Travel here. And since Sugarfoot and Bronco are here, Cheyenne should be, too. Lots of old TV shows are missing. And then there were the movies.

Caps were an expense but cheap. I bought mine at the local pharmacy by the boatload, plus single caps for derringers, like my Maverick belt buckle gun. Maybe I had too many rolls of caps because I would take a roll at a time and slam it with a hammer.