The Year’s End

456px-thorma_reading_woman_1928 As others ponder resolutions as the year grows short, I tumble backward thinking about places I meant to go but didn’t, goals not met, gains that somehow came to fruition, and losses that made me a want to bang my head on the wall.

I’m still in the cornfield, and as I keep returning to the cornfield, I’m pretty sure I’m hiding out because I strayed too far from home and still haven’t found my way back.

Writing whimsical books has taken up much of my time, and the strange thing is, sometimes people actually buy them although I don’t know why.

I gained a greater understanding of human nature, and learned I exist in a ‘basket of deplorables’, but I am in good company so I don’t mind being labeled a deplorable. It’s not like the one doing the name calling possessed any great wit or charm, but was basically a poor loser and it’s great fun to watch the liberals and Millennials act crazed and demented.

It was the losses that left me walking around in a daze. I have cried for  dogs that died, crazy relatives that are beyond help, loved ones who passed on to that other place, friends I don’t know anymore but send me cards, rings that fell on the floor because my fingers shriveled up. clothes that don’t fit because I lost ten pounds. and Christmas presents I threw on the floor.

I guess I’m at that place where I’m  too young to be old but too old to be young, and I have a crazy ear thing going on that makes my ears pop and I keep falling off the bed when I bend over to tie my shoes, at least I hope its a crazy ear thing and not something else.

Actually, all is well in the cornfield, but I do believe I suffer from periodic holiday depression. Other than that and the no clothes to wear thing, it was a pleasant year, and I haven’t fallen off the bed or sofa for days.

Election 2016; After Shocks

The below simple painting was committed to canvas by me in Havana, Cuba as a reminder that somewhere other than where I was at, flowers grew, children played, and people lived in freedom. It’s not a masterpiece, but everyday I would look at it and smile knowing one day I would walk away and claim my rightful place because I was not trapped as I was an American. Actually, I was supposed to be in Nicosia, Cyprus but when the need was the greatest for someone to go to Havana, I rolled up my sleeves and jumped in the trenchflowers. Having been on the Pentagon compound when some fool tried to fly a jet through the building, something in me questioned how bad could it be?

It was worse than anything I could ever imagine, because the tender-hearted Cubans live daily under a totalitarian government with most never having known anything else, totally without personal freedoms or liberty, and are given the barest necessities of life. Truly, they are treated as second class citizens, but the thing is, they rarely complain and are thankful for the tender mercies that sometimes are bestowed on them.

The two events coming one after the other left me somewhat jaded and cynical, and put a bad taste in my mouth I believe is mine to have forever. These days I live on a sixty acre farm surrounded by cornfields, and although its a mundane existence there does come a sense of contentment living in such a rural environment.  I never worry about jets flying through my windows as we sleep, or terrorists hanging out in the cornfields, although, coyotes and deer use our yard for a runway to the woods, and I worry about ticks and Lyme Disease.

So here I am watching the aftermath of the Election and the chaos resulting from a win apparently no one expected, and I wonder what the hell is going on. Its just an election, WE have them every four years, and if you don’t like the outcome get off your duff and go vote the next time. The biggest surprise seems to be the middle of the United States from the upper Midwest to the Gulf of Mexico who did go vote, and it seems the East and West Coast were caught unaware because they forgot we were here. In a sense, they viewed us a second-class citizens, but given a voice we knew what to do with it. This system we live in is a democracy, and everyone gets a say, but it seems the biggest outcry is coming from those who did not vote and undocumented persons who cannot vote, although, as usual, dead people were voting in Chicago.

Is it me, or is there something wrong with this picture; people who didn’t even vote throwing temper tantrums like spoiled brats, and making absurd demands they will never get.

Who Are The Trump Voters? Surprise!

couple_lette_valeskaTrump voters have been described as illiterate, ill-bred, poorly read, moronic, white trash, trailer trash ne’er-do-wells who hang out in the country drinking beer shooting big guns and burping. According to the Democratic contender, “You know, to just be grossly generalistic, you could put half of Trump’s supporters into what I call the basket of deplorables. Right? The racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamophobic — you name it. And unfortunately there are people like that. And he has lifted them up. He has given voice to their websites that used to only have 11,000 people — now 11 million. He tweets and retweets their offensive, hateful, mean-spirited rhetoric. Now some of those folks — they are irredeemable, but thankfully they are not America.”

That remark could have well cost her the election because the basket of deplorables, being the heathens they are, have widescreen televisions and heard the remark verbatim as spoken at a New York City fundraiser in a rather strange introduction of Barbara Streisand. What that idle remark really represented was her utter contempt and disdain for middle class America who she apparently believes to be inferior to her genetic composition, and middle class America understood the message in its entirety disproving her contention that they were idiots incapable of understanding an insult when they heard one.

The thing is in that basket of so-called deplorables are found teachers, lawyers, police officers, firemen, hospital personnel including doctors, truck drivers, farmers, retired federal employees, civil servants, postal workers, aviation workers and pilots, professional sports figures, civil engineers, and so many other professions that comprise the working class. We live in cities, suburbs, rural America, and the larger share is educated, speak several languages, have traveled extensively, are well read, enjoy a good glass of wine, attend the theatre and ballet. Actually, we do just about everything the elitists do only better because in our world there are no deplorables but only people from all walks of life, religions, races, educational levels and professions, and now we are all Republicans, if only in spirit.

Success is a sweet tasting morsel, and you will not see us on the News protesting, rioting,  walking around holding our heads, crying and moaning and unable to attend our jobs and classes, swearing to leave the country, or yelling to the rafters about politics and how we didn’t get what we wanted.  Life is good in the ‘Land of Deplorable’, and we got exactly what we wanted. Such is life, and to correct the messenger, we most certainly are Americans.

Voter Confusion Reigns Supreme

Never Clinton’ and ‘Never Trump’, and half of the American voters say they are undecided as who to vote for. With only two candidates, the concept is to vote for one or the other, and with less than 90 days before the Election, let’s face it; if you don’t know who you are voting for by now, you should probably stay home.

It’s not that complicated.

If you are tired of businesses as usual and tired old politicians homesteading in the Capitol, want to keep your guns, would love to have more powers passed from the Federal Government to the State, want your Supreme Court justices to abide by the Constitution, want the economy stimulated with lower taxes, want EPA regulations streamlined to keep American companies and corporations in America, know there must be something better than Obama Care, want the NAFTA trade agreement renegotiated or eliminated because it decimated the factory and steel towns of the Midwest, do not believe in climate control or green energy initiatives but would rather harvest American fossil fuels and develop fracking, are in favor of the Keystone Pipeline, want to send your children to the school of your choice and keep the Federal Government out of your child’s lunch sack, and believe in borders that create a sovereign country while keeping terrorists at bay; vote for Donald Trump.

However:

If you are happy with the current Administration and want more of the same,  would rather have the Federal government dictate your health care options and educational choices for your children, want to keep your taxes sky high and employment opportunities low, are ready to surrender your guns, don’t care we are currently caught in the weakest recovery since 1949 or that home ownership is a low as 1965,  truly believe the most crucial problem the United States faces is global warming, can’t wait for another trade deal that will benefit Asia but not America (TPT), don’t want to open the Key Stone Pipeline and think you can heat your home with a solar panel or windmill, are overjoyed our Country passes out tax payer dollars to a country that calls Americans ‘infidel dogs’ and wants to blow Israel off the face of the earth, wants your Supreme Court Justices bought and paid for by special interest groups, don’t care the Democratic nominee compromised national security through the use of a unsecure Blackberry for classified information in addition to using the State Department for a hedge fund to ship money to the Clinton foundation, want refugees streaming in by the thousands with no viable means of support, and do not mind that your President is the most corrupt person to ever run for the Presidency, vote for Hillary Clinton.

And what happened to Bernie Sanders?

It seems he ran off with the donations the millennials sent him, and bought a new summerhouse. Imagine that, a dishonest career politician.q

Not My Grandfather’s Party

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My grandfather was a dapper gentleman who wore a suit to work complete with pocket protector, and it mattered not he was a committeeman at the old Dodge Main Plant in Detroit, nothing but a suit would do. In a younger day, he moonlighted at Detroit Arthur Murray Dance Center teaching ballroom dancing to immigrants with two left feet, and he could take shorthand at a proficient rate because he said it kept him mentally alert. During the 13 year confinement of James R. Hoffa, President of International Brotherhood of Teamsters, my grandfather became his pen pal truly believing he had been imprisoned falsely, and was rewarded by a visit from Mr. Hoffa after his release.  Most of all, I remember my grandfather being a dyed in the wool Democrat who spoke of Governor George W. Romney (1963-1969) like he was a family friend, and actively campaigned for the Humphrey/Muskie campaign in 1968.

These days, I look around at the Democratic Party that my grandfather held so close to his heart, and I cannot help but wonder if the current Democratic Party and the Democratic Party my grandfather so loved are one and the same?  That party my grandfather loved was a party for laborers, immigrants, blue collar workers, factory workers toiling in subhuman conditions for minimum wage, citizens who had been irrevocably damaged by the McCarthy Blacklist, persons without a voice falsely accused of crimes which they had not committed, and persons living without civil liberties as provided in the Constitution. Persons much like himself; the little people without political clout or great economic means.

It’s hard to say what happened to that party, but it appears to have died with Harry S. Truman. The Democratic Party of today supports radical groups that have made it a mission to kill police officers while refusing to support the Veterans, but is more than happy to increase the national debt through useless program spending and green energy and global warming initiatives. It is a Party for the elite who obviate, inveigle, and manipulate the Constitution to fit their needs, and is rife with special interest groups that have nothing to do with the little people and those without a voice but has everything to do with personal agendas and fraud, abuse and mismanagement of the government’s role in society. I don’t know whose Party it is, but I know it’s not mine, and sure not my grandfather’s Party, at least, not the Party he loved.

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Pets and the People They Love

My sister’s dog died, and the how or where makes little difference. In in dog years he was probably 110 years old, wheezed like a steam train, and if there was such a thing as a dog cane, he needed one. Just a homely lop-eared dog, but while he was among the ranks of the living, he was her dog, my brother-in-law’s dog, and when I went to visit he appeared to be my dog and camped out where I slept. Consequently, he was stepped on a lot, didn’t seem to mind too much, and followed me to the car slobbering and snorting every step of the way when it was time to go.

So I called sis to express my condolences, and through our tears I believe I heard my brother-in-law in the background talking about ‘there’s no joy left in Mudville’. It wasn’t even one of my dogs, because my needy hounds were napping in the front room on a Persian carpet, but the whole dead dog ordeal left me spent and wondering  about the pet thing. The thing is pets don’t know prejudice, race, religion, or creed, and wouldn’t care if you were Irish Catholic,  Black  Atheist, or anything between. They only know people, can somehow sense a good person from a bad person, but don’t care what kind of house you live in or even if you have a house, and aren’t interested in cars and wouldn’t know a clunker from a limo.  They cannot tell a CEO from a factory worker, and wouldn’t really care which you were as long as you put food in their bowl, supplied them with water, and threw dog bones at them every now and then.

Simply, it’s the perfect unselfish love, and we miss them the most when they’re  gone. You look at that empty dog food bowl on the floor, because you haven’t the heart to throw it away, and it damn near sucks all the joy out of Mudville.

Remembering 1863 (Black Lives Matter)

On 01 January 1863, with a single stroke of a pen, Republican President Abraham Lincoln UndergroundRailroadTunnelsCairo-280signed an Executive Order, The Emancipation Proclamation’, and forever changed the Federal and legal status of more than three million enslaved people in designated areas of the South from slave to free. However, the mere signing of a document cannot and does not alleviate people being held in slavery if they have nowhere to go.

Fortunately two factors were working simultaneously to assist those three million people in their pursuit; the Civil War was being fought on southern soil with regiments of Union Soldiers scouring the countryside with orders to assist runaway slaves, and  the establishment of ‘Camp Defiance’ at Cairo, Illinois, a very small town located at the southern tip of Illinois that aside from being a Union stronghold during the Civil War became the staging point for the Underground Railroad utilizing Union Troops, river barges, and the now defunct Illinois Central Railroad.

The operation was fairly simply, and completed in board daylight without much fanfare or protest. Slaves fleeing the South were picked up by Union Troops, and put aboard flat boats bound for Cairo where they were offloaded, and transferred to trains heading to Chicago. From there they could travel freely to Indiana, Ohio, Michigan, and Minnesota, or they could remain in Cairo if they so choose as it was a northern State, and many did thinking after the war they would return home or claim homestead land in Illinois that was being forecast.

This act of selfless courage to assist and assure the Black race endured has been forgotten over the years, but the undeniable truth is a white Republican President, white Union Soldiers, an early Illinois Railroad manned by predominately white workers, and a small Union Camp united to insure free slaves would indeed savor freedom. For this gift no payment or recompense was asked or expected. At that time, it was just the right thing to do, and the Union Soldiers, the Illinois Central Railroad, and ‘Camp Defiance’ were in the best position to accomplish the feat.

Although, it has been over a century since the Civil War was fought from 1861 to 1865, and Operation Freedom was accomplished to aid runaway slaves, in June 1998, Cairo City workers unearthed storage bins under the sidewalk along the 600 block of Levee Street, the site of the old Illinois Central Railroad Depot. In doing  so, they unwittingly uncovered the platform of the Underground Railway that boldly operated in that location, yet as if struck down by a migrant thought, Blacks have organized themselves into a militia to tell us something known in 1863, ‘Black Lives Matter’. Here’s a novel thought. We already know. Our forefathers invented that gig.

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Happy Birthday America

 The Dreams and the Dreamers:

Here’s to John Cabot, navigator and explorer, for being the first European since the Vikings to explore the mainland of North America, to King Henry VII who had the foresight to know there was something in that space, and to the brave Colonists who ventured to that space.constitution-1486010_960_720

To the Framers of the Constitution who were seeking a guideline, to Paul Revere who reported the time was nigh, and to Betsy Ross whose creation still flies high.

To the fearless pioneers who ventured forth to a place wild and free, to Chief Crazy Horse who thought the free should be free, to President Abraham Lincoln who said all men should be free, and to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. who had a dream of everyone being free.

Here’s to Thomas Alva Edison and Nikola Tesla who wanted to light up the world, Robert Fulton who thought steam power was needed by the world, Alexander Graham Bell who gave the telephone to the world, and to Henry Ford who put the world on wheels.

Here’s to Orville and Wilbur Wright who thought man could fly, Colonel Charles A. Lindberg who knew that man could fly, Howard Hughes who flew things that shouldn’t fly, Ms. Amelia Earhart who thought women should fly, and to the gutsy astronauts who took one great step for mankind, and to the moon did fly.

Here’s to the countless immigrants who came through Ellis Island looking for a dream, the French sculptor who gave them a symbol of that dream, the valiant Veterans of World War II who unselfishly defended the dream, the Viet Nam Vets who toiled far too long,  and the selfless dedication of every educator of children.

So here’s to the dreamers one and all, who listened to magic and heeded the call. Let there always be dreamers to stand straight and tall, and let not the dream die if the dreamer should fall.

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We are a Nation created by dreams and dreamers. Our forefathers and founders gave us this day on 04 July 1776 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania when they signed he Declaration of Independence, and declared: We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America. “ (Preamable to the Constitution 1776)

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.” (The Declaration of Independence 1776)

United Kingdom Declares Independence

banner-71125_960_720Today, 24 June 2016, will for ever more be  Independence Day for the United Kingdom because its citizens in a free election withdrew from the 28 country European Union. They did this because they said they are tired of bad trade agreements not of their making, tired of unchecked immigration flowing into their country, and they want borders. In other words, they want to once again be a sovereign nation creating their own rules and answerable to no one but themselves. If this sounds familiar, that would be because its the very same reason We in a act of defiance declared Our independence from the United Kingdom in the Declaration of Independence, a historic document drafted by Thomas Jefferson,  on 4 July 1776. It’s also the platform Donald J. Trump, presumptive Republican nominee, is running on; creating a sovereign nation with borders that makes wiser trade agreements.

Coincidentally, Mr. Trump was in Turnberry, Scotland with his two sons and one daughter for the ribbon cutting ceremony at his newest golf club, and Press from the United Kingdom appeared at site to interview him, and solicit his opinion on their decision. He gave it a thumbs up saying he was all for borders and free trade, and an hour later the Prime Minister of United Kingdom, David Cameron, in a temper tantrum, much like the Democrats at the Capitol throwing a sit down strike  over the defeated gun control Bills, announced he would be stepping down from power in three months because he would not be the one to officially sever the tie. Shame on him. Our President, Mr. Obama,  who took the bust of Winston Churchill out of the oval office, released a statement that said We support the voters,and still consider the United Kingdom a trading partner. Let’s be brutally honest here; without the United Kingdom there is no European Nation but a bunch of little countries wondering where the umbrella flew to.

Can we compare this to anything in Our 2016 Presidential Election? We can but be hopeful, but imagine this scenario. On a sunny day down the road, the United States shakes free of the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA), the agreement signed into effect by President Clinton on 8 December 1993 which plunged the industrialized States of America into total collapse. Now that would totally be a great day.

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Support Trump to make our Nation great again.

Terrorism 101

The story, sadly, is becoming an old one, and if my words appear blunt, you must forgive me for I too have had a brush with terrorism, and I am damn tired of seeing this story as front page news.  Norman_Garstin_-_A_Woman_Reading_A_Newspaper_1891

The below except was taken from a book I wrote some years back after walking away from the Pentagon disaster. That particular incident happened on 11 September 2001 on a clear autumn morning. The terrorists did not use assault weapons but hijacked three American Airline jets, and went on a suicide mission taking down the World Trade Center in the process, tried to fly through the Pentagon, a virtual fortress, and the third was brought down by the passengers when they attacked the terrorists.

What this clearly illustrates is terrorists do not need machine guns to commit mayhem, and the argument about gun control is a moot point. It is now fifteen years later, we are still dealing with terrorism, and there is no end in sight. I don’t expect anyone to buy the book to read the excerpt, so here it is in a tidy package.

Terrorism is a nasty concept, and one hard to grasp;  there are those who hate us for what we are; the proud Americans and the infidel dogs.

Furthermore, terrorism is a killer machine that has nothing to do with climate control, global warming, greenhouse gases, the ozone layer, clean energy sources, or the possibility the icecaps may or may not be receding causing stress to the polar bears. Nor does it have anything to do with political correctness, the subliminal war on women, perceived racial imbalance, transgender restroom preference, or gay pride and same sex marriages. What it does have a great deal to do with is politicians who refuse to acknowledge the threat, and broken congressional bodies who refuse to entertain any notion that would curtail mass immigration into the free areas of the world. Although it is fact terrorists strike fear in the hearts of man by attacking the cities where there is a high concentration of bodies, collectively, the politicians  have no working plan to eradicate the offenders, but possess the audacity to tell the huddled masses waiting for the next attack to stand united,  love each other, and sing silly love songs.

NEWSFLASH: As the huddled masses are standing as sheep in a pasture milling about, there are wolves circling the fence line. Someone had better do something, and do it soon, or that pasture will be reduced to a burnt out cinder.”

If, however, you desire to read the book here it is. It will not provide the solution to this ghastly ongoing scourge, but it will drive home the point you are not alone. The solution, of course, lies in the leadership of this great Nation of ours. Fortunately, we have an Election in November just for that reason. If you believe in your heart, we are being sold a faulty bill of goods, and used as pawns in the game, the option of choice is in your hands. As we file to the polls, so goes the fate of our Nation. Let us really unite, and turn this ship around. Our very freedom depends on it, and wouldn’t you rather sing ‘We Are the Champions of the World’ rather than ‘All We Need Is Love’?

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Please vote. Do it for your Country, and do it for yourself. WE deserve better.