Trump and the Laws of the Street

My mother and father were having a discussion. I was about 13 and had just come home after being beaten up by a gang of suburban thugs on my newspaper route.  My mother said it was time for eye-for-an-eye street justice.  My father disagreed.  As I have noted, both were born and grew in the Bronx in New York.

 

“We’ve got to do it,” my mother argued. “You grew up in the Bronx; you know what it’s like on the streets.”

 

“Yes, but that’s why we moved here;” he replied, “to get away from all that.”

 

“Well it’s followed us here!” she yelled back.

 

It was true. My attackers were born in the aptly-named Hell’s Kitchen section of Manhattan in New York, the West Side of West Side story just before Lincoln Center was built, the neighborhood was gentrified, and the residents were forced out to the suburbs.  Then again, my maternal grandfather was born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, and grew up in Hell’s Kitchen at a time when the Irish and Italian gangs were battling for the streets.

 

My younger brother had gone out to track down one of the gang members. By the “laws of the street” you only needed to get one (especially if you were outnumbered); my older brother had come outside with me at the end of my parents’ discussion to start creating the same ice-balls with which they had pummeled me.  They’d also kicked and punched me once they got me to the ground (a most terrifying moment).  But ice balls would suffice.

 

My younger brother came home with one of the rats of Hell’s Kitchen Bend. Only it was a brother, who hadn’t been part of the attack.  The moment had come but I hesitated.  My brothers urged me on.  Could I really pummel someone who, at least marginally, was innocent.

 

It was like having a pair of those cartoon angels on your shoulder – an angel and a devil. The angel (in my father’s voice) said vengeance was never right, especially when delivered upon an innocent person.  The devil (Mom!) said I could look upon it as sending a message “home” to this gang that we weren’t “weak”.  In any case, if I didn’t do it, I’d certainly be beaten up again.  Fighting back was the only way to put a stop to it.

 

That settled the matter. I pummeled him – with my brothers cheering me on – until his face was as raw and bleeding and tear-stained as mine had been an hour before.  When I thought he’d had enough, I stopped.

 

“There!” I said. “Go home now and tell your brothers and your friends, don’t you ever touch me again!”  I stood down his stares until he disappeared around our bend (our road was full of them, like a goat path).

 

They never bothered me again.

 

My mother exulted; my father despaired, though I suppose he didn’t want to see his daughter beaten up again by a gang, either. I also sharpened my tongue, another skill my father (the first college graduate in his family) was sorry to see me acquire.  But again, it staved off the bullies (along with a male sixth grade teacher who had some backbone) who hadn’t the slightest idea what a “benighted sluggard” – or something like that – was.  The boy at whom this was aimed had to ask the teacher what a “benighted sluggard.”  The answer?  “You are.”

 

If you can’t silence them, you can at least leave them speechlessly slack-jawed. The tactic buys you a few minutes of peace.  Again, my father was unhappy.  An English major and a writer, he loved the English language and wanted me to find better uses for my growing vocabulary than a sword with which to cut tormentors to pieces.

 

Educated pundits are dismayed at the low level of campaign dialogue that has resulted since Marco Rubio learned to fight like a kid from the Bronx. They can take comfort in this:  at least he’s not fighting like a thug from Hell’s Kitchen.

 

All the pundits and networks seem to have forgotten that Trump started this type of exchange. They actually laughed at the insults which Trump spewed.  They agreed with street fighter Christie when he belittled Rubio for repeating himself.  Now that Rubio has gotten down in the mud, where Trump and Christie reigned, they’re discomfited.  They don’t like it.

 

Their world has been turned upside down. Rubio, for his part, is enjoying it – and why shouldn’t he?  He’s got nothing in the world to lose – every poll says he won’t win the nomination.  He’s having great fun.  Meanwhile, Ted Cruz just stands back and smiles.  Go, Marco!

 

Marco is 5’10”. Not very tall.  Born in Miami, Fla.  Age 44.  Ted Cruz is 5’8, born in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, mother U.S.-born and U.S. citizen at time of his birth.  Age 45. Donald Trump is an even 6’.05” tall, not 6’2”.  Age 69.

 

Rubio and Cruz look young, but they’re 44 and 45, respectively, more than old enough to run for president. John F. Kennedy was 43, the youngest man to be elected; Theodore Roosevelt was the youngest man to be inaugurated President of the United States.  Theoretically, if Cruz were to win the general election, he would be 45 at election and 46 at inauguration.  Marco Rubio will be 45 in May of this year.

 

They would not fall in the “Youngest Presidents” category (40-44), but in the next category. The greatest number of U.S. presidents have served in the 50-54 and 55-59 categories.  Donald Trump will be 70 in May and there is no precedent – not even Ronald Reagan – for having begun office at the age of 70.  Reagan was mere weeks shy of his 70th birthday.  But still.

 

Cruz and Rubio are not at all “too young” but Trump is definitely on the old side of the bell curve. Way over on that side.  Trump, to be sure, is a vigorous man.  But he is low-brow and it is all too easy to defeat him in that sort of street language, schoolyard type of exchange.  All Rubio needed to do was find Trump’s Achilles’ Heel – which turned out to be his “Achilles Hand” – and he could take him, if not down and out, at least down a few notches.

 

The “lightweight” “boy” from Miami has finally learned (if a little late) how to fight like he’s from the Bronx. It won’t avail him, but Cruz could well benefit by it where he’s been falling behind Trump.

 

Rubio must keep at Trump incessantly and not be put off by Trump’s seemingly dismissive attitude. That’s just posturing on Trump’s part to prove how tough he is, that he’s impervious to all assaults.  Depend upon it, he has feet of clay, just like everyone else.

 

Where others have tried and failed to assault Trump with attacks on his bankruptcies (guys, his followers can see he’s still in business), his taxes (no one would care, only he shoots himself in the foot by Tweeting, ‘My friends in business are never audited, but I’ve been audited for 12 years. Why?), Rubio’s grade school attacks are beginning to hit a nerve.

 

Where Trump could make good arguments for his credibility as a businessman (he’s notoriously meticulous, a perfectionist whose plane had to remain on the tarmac until the galley floor, which had been mislaid by mere fractions of an inch, was torn up and re-laid to his perfectionist standards) he relies on one-word, exclamation mark adjectives that say nothing.

 

“Fantastic!” “Great!” “Amazing!”

 

“What a dope!” from a Trump tweet about Mitt Romney.

 

Glenn Beck foolishly almost handed Trump ammunition when he related that when he left his Trump hotel room early because (I believe) his father died, Trump personally made a follow-up phone call to find out the reason for his departure and whether there was anything he could have done about.

 

Fortunately, Trump was too foolish himself to catch the error and follow up on it. Trump’s personal follow-up call was actually quite impressive.  That’s what a good business owner does.  If something is wrong and a customer may be dissatisfied, the good owner personally inquires to find out if his company had done something wrong and find out what he could do to make amends.  This is especially true with a high-profile client like Glenn Beck.

 

But the inarticulate Trump did not catch on (to our good fortune) to something he could have made a lot of hay out of. Please don’t do that again, Glenn.

 

The best ammunition are his Democrat donations (keeping in mind that all businesses are subject to campaign finance rules that dictate donations to both parties, although not necessarily in the same quanitity), his vulgar references to women, and his own statement that “President Trump will not be Candidate Trump.”

 

He can deny that statement all he wants. But I saw it and, as a Tea Party person, was furious.  That mistake cost him my potential vote.  Not that I would have voted him in the nomination; my guy is good old reliable Ted Cruz.  But I might have considered Trump as a secondary choice.  Not anymore.  Now that choice is Marco Rubio.

 

That’s what I think as a child of the Bronx (and a grandchild of Brooklyn and Hell’s Kitchen), raised amongst other children of New York City parentage. Middle Class, Middle America is understandably appalled by this type of behavior.

 

Trash talking instead of serious debates. Ted Cruz tried talking about the Constitution; it went right over the heads of Trumpsters.  Was he running for President or for the Supreme Court?  Why did Rubio allow Chris Christie to steamroller him?

 

Because he wasn’t from New York or from the weeds of suburban New Jersey, the Garden State of Transplanted New Yorkers, descendants of Italian, Irish and some German immigrants. Rubio just didn’t understand the rules, that’s all.  But he’s learning.

 

Rubio let his Florida constituents down and now he must pay the price in almost certainly losing Florida to Trump. But he can at least have the satisfaction of sticking it to Trump.  What good fortune that Christie dropped out of the race.  There’s nothing he can do now to help his boss, Trump, whom I understand has sent him packing back to New Jersey for some reason, against Rubio.

 

Trump is too old a bunny to long fend off Rubio’s wittier comebacks. He may gain some sympathy from his staunchest supporters.  But a man can’t be continually laughed at before his supporters begin to suspect some inexorable weakness.

 

Even if Trump survives Rubio (and Cruz) to win the GOP nomination, he’s no match for Hillary and her League of Nightclub Comics. Rubio will seem a “lightweight” compared to them.

 

Literary grade mark of this post: Halfway through Sixth Grade.

 

Sorry, Dad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Published in: on February 29, 2016 at 1:32 pm  Leave a Comment  

News Flash for Trump: You’re a Politician

At the end of last night’s GOP debate, Donald Trump pointed to Marco Rubio and Ted Cruz, who were each on one side of him and declared that the difference between them and himself was that they were “politicians” and he isn’t.

 

Well, we have a bit of bad news for Trump: the moment he declared himself a candidate in the race for the GOP nomination for President of the United States, he became a politician.  Businessman though he may be, Trump has involved himself in “the competition between groups or individuals for power and leadership” in government.

 

The fact that Cruz and Rubio have never hired anyone in no way makes them less eligible to hold the office of President of the United States. In fact, it has nothing to do with.  Trump was simply trying to divert attention away from an argument with Rubio which he was losing.

 

Last night was the most entertaining of all the debates. Rubio took on the heavyweight champion of business, Donald T. Trump, attacking him and laying it on, not letting Trump get oxygen, i.e., not letting him get a word in edgewise, to use the old cliché.  Rubio just kept hammering and hammering.

 

The best Trump could come up with was a sleazy, vulgar insult, dismissing Rubio as a “choker.” Rubio was finally silenced, looking at Trump blankly, as he probably didn’t know what the term meant, being a gentleman.  I’m not well-versed in sleaze myself, but I recognize a vulgar term when I hear one, even if I don’t know its precise meaning.

 

As Trump chuckled nastily and his supporters joined him in laughing at the inside joke, I guessed it was some sort of street term. And so it was, I discovered this morning, after consulting the online, vulgar Slang (or Urban Terms) Dictionary:

 

http://onlineslangdictionary.com/meaning-definition-of/choker

 

choker

noun

  • a term relating to the elasticity of the female organ.

Disgusting, isn’t it? There’s plenty more where that came from.  There are 144 web pages of this stuff under the letter “C” alone.  “Choke” is also slang for pot, but I would guess Trump was referring to the derogatory definition above.

Cruz is too much of a gentleman, probably, to even consult this dictionary. However, it’s always a good idea to at least know the definition of the word with which you’re being slandered.  There are some less disgusting terms which Rubio could employ, such as “I bagged on Trump last night!”  Made fun of him.

Or if he really wants to incomprehensibly disgusting, he could say, “Trump is such a bawbag,” which means moron and, well, something else. Or there’s “BOF” meaning “Boring Old F—t” or “BOOF” meaning “Burned Out etc.”

I won’t waste your time with any more of this filthy language; you get the idea.

If I were running for office against this man, I’d take on his New York attitude (incidentally, Mr. New Jersey Attitude – Chris Christie – has just endorsed Trump). New York-born Conservatives can get away with it.

Just as Ted’s father and Rubio’s parents were from Cuba, my parents were from the Bronx. They were certainly not the type of people to use street language.  But they knew the language and knew about street fighting.

Mom especially. If you were to use street lingo, to Bronx-born Mom, Trump would just be a sleaze-drooling poser from Queens.  A Queens boy.  How sweet.  Tough Guy Trump’s mama probably made his lunch for him every day and made sure he had a nice clean hanky when he went to school.

My great-grandmother’s house in the Bronx, the last time we saw it, back in the Sixties, had barbed wire around it. Not that it looked that way in the Great Depression.  The Edenwald section of the Bronx was a respectable neighborhood of Scandinavian immigrants who swept not only their sidewalks but their sections of the street every morning.

Still, Edenwald was not immune to toughness even then, close as it as to the city line with Mount Vernon, where my older brother was born. Dad, on the other hand, lived in the Riverdale section of the Bronx, just north of the island of Manhattan.  Both communities had their problems with crime, though they weren’t yet overwhelmed.

My parents both talked tough, though never using vulgarity or profanity. But they were both quick on the comeback and never hesitated to respond to an attack.

Trump is quick with the vulgarities, but he doesn’t really think well on his feet. Rubio proved that last night.  He only used that type of response when trying to escape an argument which he was losing and actually made him look weak from Bronx point-of-view.

Trump can posture all he wants, but he lost the streetfight to Rubio big time. That’s not to say he didn’t get his licks in, but Rubio really smacked him down.

“I’ve hired people and you haven’t.” Seriously, Trump?  “Well, nyah, nyah nyah-nyah nyah-nyah to you, too!”

“I’m more popular than you are!” (to Cruz). No, he doesn’t have any friends in the Senate, Trump.  That’s why we like him.  You have friends in the Senate because you bought them.  Speaking of money, you sure fumbled on your tax bills.  How many was it again?

Crossing the state lines. Rubio made a monkey of you on that one, Mr. Trump.  Not because it was an especially great come-back, but because you were obviously ignorant on the matter yourself, whereas Rubio, had he wished to, could have schooled you on the various names the legislation has borne.  I’m ashamed to admit, former insurance company employee that I am, that I can’t remember it myself.  But I do know that our Congressman warned our executives against it.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he advised; “you may get it and regret it.”

Trump makes himself out to be tough, with his gutter talk. But while he was winging his way to Atlantic City on his private jet, and from the airport to his casino in his posh limo, my Bronx-born Mom was navigating a 45-long bus down the Garden State Parkway in all sorts of weather.

Do you think Trump could put a set of chains on the wheels of a bus in the midst of a snowstorm? Could he keep a bus from hydroplaning?  Could he steer a bus that had a front tire blow out or brakes fail on a snowy mountain road?

On the way back from Atlantic City, some punks threw a chunk of asphalt through her front window, blinding a passenger. Could Trump have picked up that passenger’s eye from the aisle of the bus to save it for the police?  Not on your life.

There’s nothing tough about Queens. Brooklyn is nastier and mouthier. Manhattan?  Its brand of nastiness lies in its snobbery.  Staten Island?  They’re just New Jerseyans who lost a yacht race.  But if you want real-life tough, the Bronx will give it back to you – and your mother, too.

Trump must have been more unnerved than he’s willing to admit if he’s had to call on the aid of Chris Christie. Christie, a prosecuting attorney, can go one-on-one, slice you and dice you and serve you up as hamburger to the Media.  If you let him. He’s used to intimidating defendants and witnesses (size does matter in those cases). If you remember that you’re not a criminal on trial, you can give it back to him.  He has to put those size 54 pants on one leg at a time, just like anyone else.

Keep in mind that he’s only Trump’s messenger-boy, now. You’ll think that, well, I can’t hit at Christie because he’s not actually running.  Yet he’s delivering the insults like a professional insult comic (he clearly missed his calling).

Just keep aiming at your target. The first joke is that he’s had to call on Christie, the heavyweight champion of snarcasm.  The second joke is that no matter how good Christie is, Trump can’t use Christie’s thumb on Twitter.  Trump can’t use Christie as his stand-in in the next debate.  He’s on his own.

Perception is reality? The reality is that one bully is going to hide behind another.

Shouldn’t we, or rather Trump’s supporters, be asking if this is really what we want in a President of the United States – a foul-mouthed, crude, vulgar, flip-flopping, politician-buying, arrogant bully? We may think this is the kind of person we want to represent us in the United Nations, in Iran, in North Korea, in Mexico.

But the polls say that we’re cheering, not cringing. We’re forgetting that he’s not a superhero; he’s a politician, now, just like the rest of them.

(The literacy level of this post is Sixth Grade).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published in: on February 26, 2016 at 3:07 pm  Leave a Comment  

Glenn Beck is “FANTASTIC”!

One of the advantages of being unemployed is that I can a) work on my blog and b) listen to Glenn Beck’s televised radio program in the morning.

 

I found Donald Trump’s claims that Beck’s (two-minute) campaign speech in support of Ted Cruz was ‘boring” highly dubious. Trump also claimed there were “a thousand people” in the room who all flocked over to him when he appeared at the door, “unwittingly” interrupting Beck’s speech who then walked off in a humph!

 

Glenn Beck boring? Seriously?  The same Glenn Beck who had me in stitches with his rendition of “The Telltale Heart” one Halloween as I drove over the terrifying, hump-backed Throgs Neck Bridge onto Long Island?  The Glenn Beck whose hilarious “Soviet Update” complete with the Soviet theme song turned me into a faithful Glenn Beck fan?

 

I hoped Glenn would provide the contrary evidence that would put the lie to Trump’s claim and he did not disappoint. Trump counts on the fact that Beck’s program is not aired in the metropolitan New York market (anymore) and is probably ignored in other major, urban markets.  If nothing else, listeners wouldn’t be able to see a video if they’re driving to work.

 

Well, Glenn Beck did not disappoint. This morning, he did play the video of the incident.  Glenn was certainly not boring.  His brief speech was passionate, patriotic, warm and uplifting.  He said, and his associates affirmed, that there were more like 500 people in the room, not a thousand, and it didn’t even look like 500 to me.  However, I wasn’t there.

 

Glenn was coming to the close of the speech, when girls in the back of the room began squealing like Sixties’ Beatles fans: they’re idol had arrived.  The “cheerleaders” went running, Trump signs in hand, over to the door to greet him.  There was no sudden exodus of Beck’s audience.  If he stopped, it was only due to the noise level.  It was hard to hear what he was saying with all the shrieking going on.

 

But Glenn did not stomp off in a huff. He came down off the stage – a stage, not a podium – and went to speak personally with his audiences.  Glenn wasn’t angry; he was laughing and so was his audience.  So was I.  Oh my gosh!  There’s no more piercing sound in the world than the shriek of an adolescent girl.  There’s no fighting and no protection from it.

 

That was it. There’s really no more to tell, except that Trump is a liar.  Whether Beck is boring is a matter of subjective opinion.  If you’re Donald Trump, you’re certainly not going to like Glenn Beck, who’s a much better speaker than you are.  My cat, Daisy, is a better speaker.  You’re going to trash him and hope not enough people have listened to Glenn Beck to speak on his behalf.

 

Trump was certainly lying about Glenn’s audience abandoning him. He was lying about the whole room flocking to him (alas, only his cheerleaders).  He lied about the size of the room.

 

Meanwhile, yet another GOP debate is scheduled for tonight. Oh no, you’re probably groaning, not another one.  Conservative pundits are wringing their hands over what Cruz should do tonight, how he should present himself differently, say different things, behave differently or it will all be over.

 

Many of the theories (some of which are mine) about Trump’s supporters are correct: It’s about jobs.  It’s about immigration.  It’s about ISIS.  It’s about the feckless GOP, whom Trump’s supporters want their Superman to clobber (even I wouldn’t mind seeing that feat, only Cruz could do it better and without having to bribe anyone).

 

Maybe Ted Cruz should study a manual on basic wrestling and boxing. Someone twittered a cartoon (that was about ISIS, not Trump) with a Rocky-style boxing coach telling his boy to “go for the ribs, go for the ribs.”  In debate parlance, that would translate to going personal, shouting, forcing the opponent to shout, and literally robbing him of oxygen.

 

Trump claims that he’s won in every demographic, even among highly-educated, but that he “loves the poorly educated.” Trump’s advantage is in being a super-confident media star whose known all over the globe, the larger than life neon sign that used to greet visitors to Atlantic City.

 

Trump and his minions have been using the same sort of memes that political operatives used to use in the AOL Chatrooms. “Liar!”  “Loser!”  “Bush lied, people died!”  Over and over, yes, Goebbels-like.  Absolutely in the fashion of Josef Goebbels.  They had multiple terminals and would copy and paste whatever insult they were hurling, until it took up the entire page.

 

Trump shouts “Liar!” at Cruz, repeatedly, and his supporters eagerly – support him. They’ll brook no contradictory evidence from Cruz.  He’s a liar.  That’s it.  Argument over.  How many times does Trump have to say it?  Cruz is a liar! Trump wins!  Hurray!

 

Actually, he does have to say it repeatedly for it to be absorbed, until it becomes a preconditioned reaction. Voters don’t hear Cruz at all.  Cruz tried to present some video evidence about Trump and Trump had the nerve to wave it off.

 

“I don’t need to see any video,” he claimed.

 

Excuse me? When did Trump become a moderator in the debate?  Yet he was able to suppress the evidence; the video was not shown.  Does he think we’re idiots (obviously, he does)?  The video wasn’t for his benefit; it was for the voters’ benefit.

 

If Trump becomes the nominee, what does he think is going to happen if he calls Hillary a liar? You know what’s going to happen?  She’s going to laugh at him.  Trump’s a down-and-dirty fighter and he’ll do everything he can to make sure no one believes a word Cruz says.

 

Both Trump and Rubio, as it was with Trump and Carson before, will gang up on Cruz. Two against one isn’t a fair fight, but no one ever said politics was fair.  What we should remember (and we hope Cruz remembers going into the debate tonight) is that when he stood against the U.S. Senate concerning the vote against the procedure to bring the debt ceiling issue to the floor, it was Cruz against 98.  Only two Senators were in his corner, and they were there to assist, but he took on the main portion of the fight.  In his book, he relates that normally placid senators screamed at him until they were purple.

 

Trump certainly won’t play by the rules. But then, neither did the U.S. Senate and he faced them down against all odds and the scorn of the Media and the GOP.  If he can take them on, he can take on Trump and Rubio.

 

If he can get the microphone away from the loudmouth, populist mike-hog long enough.

 

 

Published in: on February 25, 2016 at 2:48 pm  Leave a Comment  

Trump Crashes Beck’s Nevada Caucus Speech

Legend has it that Donald Trump walked into Glenn Beck’s stump speech for Ted Cruz and that as soon as Trump came in, the audience flocked to him.

 

Beck’s own news organization, The Blaze, published the story without providing any video of the event (which they must have been taping) or Beck’s side of the story. I was only listening absent-mindedly to his show this morning, so if he explained it, I missed it.

 

The only thing I heard Glenn say was, “Nazi brownshirts.” Apparently, he also made some reference to Josef Goebbels.  The analogy to Trump’s repetitious accusations would be correct.

 

Did Beck’s audience abandon him (it was rude, if they did)? Was Trump ignorant of who was speaking the room? I doubt it.  Did Beck walk off in a huff?  We haven’t heard.  I hope not, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

 

Trump told someone on MSNBC, I believe, that the crowd bolted because Beck is “boring.”

 

That’s demonstrably false. Beck is an amazing speaker with a great talent for holding an audience’s attention.  But these claims would seem to indicate the contrary.  The Trump Trolls were out for Beck’s blood on The Blaze’s website, making the usual trollish comments.  These are long-time Beck haters who can be counted upon to bash Beck.

 

Still, I’ve had my concerns about Glenn Beck’s tack in the last week or so in promoting Ted Cruz. He’s been invoking too much religion into this political battle.  I suppose he’s been doing this in an attempt to win over the Evangelicals.

 

If the Evangelicals have been favoring Trump over Cruz, it’s because Trump has latched onto their fear of ISIS. They’ve been watching the news with increasing alarm as ISIS burns Christian churches in the Holy Lands and so-called refugees swarm into Europe.

 

It’s only a matter of time before they begin targeting European churches and the Evangelicals worry that they’re next. Cruz hasn’t spoken strongly enough about protecting the nation – and its Christians and Jews – from ISIS and from our own government as well.

 

Cruz has allowed Trump to plant his flag on this issue. He’s all over it and so when they listen to Beck talk about messages from God and Trump talk about preventing Christianity’s deadliest enemy from planting their flag on our shores, naturally they’re going to flock to Trump.

 

One of Beck supporters on the website had it exactly right when they accused these people of being “idol worshippers.” The Bible warned us about them.  The Trumpsters are star-struck, and they’re looking for a king, not a preacher.

 

Trump is the shadow in Plato’s Cave. There’s no use in telling Trump’s many followers that.  They have a vague idea of Plato being a Greek philosopher.  But they have no idea what Plato’s Cave is and certainly no idea that they’re the audience in Plato’s Cave, mistaking shadows for reality.  Oh, they accuse Glenn Beck of being a shadow, but certainly not Trump.  He’s the real deal.  They’ve watched him on television every week for years and years.  Of course he’s real.  Glenn Beck is just some idiot on the radio with a few fanatical followers.

 

Oh brother. But that’s reality of this surreal political landscape in which we find ourselves.  The voters have finally found their champion to overthrow the shadowy figures for whom they voted and who ultimately betrayed them.

 

Amazingly, Rush Limbaugh reported this afternoon on his program, breaking down Trump’s Nevada votes (I believe) that 38 percent of Conservatives voted for Trump and a whopping 55 percent of Moderates – Moderates!!? – voted for Trump. Moderates?  I still can’t believe it!  I mean, I do, because it came from Rush and he’s never wrong, as we know.  But all the same!

 

Moderates are the idiots who gave us John McCain and even Mitt Romney (I really hate to insult Romney, because he did seem like an awfully nice guy). I was sure this bunch would have voted for Rubio, not Trump.  I’m stumped and I’m usually not easily stumped on things like this!

 

Wow. Whew!  Moderates drinking the Trump Kool-Aid.  Conservatives, eh, not so much.  There you go.  At least we have that consolation.

 

I wish we could see the breakdown on education levels. That’s where I believe we’ll get the answers to the support of Trump.  Older voters?  They’ve seen the most corruption since they’ve been on the scene the longest.  Blue collar, high school educated?  They’ve long since educated (brainwashed) that their votes don’t count.

 

A definite divide exists between the college-educated and the blue collars. Blue collars – my guy pal is a Trump supporter – reject higher education as useless and a waste time.  They don’t know anything about Plato’s Cave or Adam Smith’s Invisible Hand and they don’t care.  What they see and hear is what counts.  That’s reality to them.  They believe they can think and judge for themselves and don’t need or want to be told what to think in some book.

 

Yet they’ll turn to the loudest voice at the microphone. The brighter, shinier star – in this case, Donald Trump versus Glenn Beck.  Trump is manicured within an inch of his life.  He wears expensive suits, has expensive haircuts, and wears expensive watches.  He exudes money and power and people are instinctively drawn to it, like moths to a flame.

 

Trump can afford to laugh heartily at anyone who opposes him because he knows people’s natures. He knows how they talk and how they think.  He had plenty of time to study their speech at the wrestling and boxing matches he sponsored in his venues in Atlantic City and Las Vegas.

 

Let’s face it: no one wants to listen to a preacher, especially in Las Vegas, of all places.  Sin City?  Are you kidding me?   I do have to wonder what Glenn was thinking.  Taking on a gambler in Las Vegas is like a skinny guy taking on a sumo wrestler in Japan.

 

David defeated Goliath. How?  Do let us take a look at the Bible for a moment – hold on, while I check it out.  Okay.  So it’s in 1 Samuel 17 (that’s First Samuel, for you Trumpsters).  Now, we’re not preaching; we’re just examining this story of a young boy who defeats a giant of a man (9 feet 5 inches tall) not with a sword, but a stone.

 

Goliath asks the Israelites why they’ve amassed an army to fight one man? It’s not fair.  Just sound out one man to settle the battle.  (“I do taunt the battle line of Israel.”).  David was the youngest son in the family.  His job was to tend the sheep in Bethlehem while his oldest brothers fought the battle.  Other brothers were behind the lines, and bid David to bring the soldiers food and find out how they were doing.

 

When he got there, he heard Goliath taunting the frightened Israel’s. He asked what the Israeli king would give to them champion who brought down Goliath.  David’s oldest brother Eliab scolded David for coming to the front just to see the battle.  But David responded by saying that he’d only asked a question.

 

Eliab scoffed at David’s pretensions of being a warrior. But David said that he’d already proven his worth by saving his flock from the very mouth of the bear and the lion.  This Philistine was just a poser in David’s eyes, for all his iron sword and copper-plating armor.  They clad David in similar armor, but he was too small to carry it so he threw it off and approached the mighty Goliath, telling the Israelites not to lose heart because of Goliath’s size.

 

Goliath laughed to scorn David with his sticks and stones. Still, he told him to bring it on if he wanted to be fed to the crows and the beasts of the field.  David replied that he didn’t need armor and iron swords, just the name of God whom the Philistines had slandered.  David ran up to Goliath quickly, let him have it in the forehead, and down Goliath went.

 

We have here not a physical battle, but a political. Can a little David (Ted Cruz is verily the type) bring down the Goliath (in this case, Donald Trump, the Media Giant).  Trump’s “shields” – his supporters, the Media, etc. –  go before him just as Goliath’s did.  Glenn Beck tried to be Ted Cruz’ “shield” which goes against both Biblical and political wisdom.

 

Ted Cruz must battle the Goliath personally. He mustn’t make the mistake (again) of equating the Constitution with the Holy Bible.  There’s nothing that would put off Fundamentalist Christians more than such a blasphemous equation (I’ve known more than a few in my day, including my godmother).  The Bible is their Bible, not the U.S. Constitution, no matter how great a document the Constitution is.

 

Ted would be better off leaving the Bible out of this fight and sticking to the U.S. Constitution.

 

Still if the Biblical proportions in this analogy are correct, Ted only needs one small stone – right between the eyes – and theoretically (and theologically) speaking, down Trump should go. The camps were pitched on two opposing mountains, but the battle was fought in the  valley below, on common ground.

 

So that may mean that there’s some issue they have in common – be it illegal immigration, or terrorist jihadists, the national debt, something – which Trump can come to the battle bedecked in gold armor but which Cruz can bring him down with a single stone. Theoretically.

 

David had five stones in his pouch. It only took one, well-aimed and swift, to fell Goliath.  Goliath was proud and waved off his shield-bearers because he didn’t think he needed anyone’s help to take down one puny, inexperienced opponent.

 

Interestingly, Cruz has invited Trump to a one-on-one debate, but Trump has turned down the challenge. Trump has said, in defense of the attacks by Pope Francis, that he is a Christian.

 

Perhaps he is, at that. Perhaps Trump has read 1 Samuel 17.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Published in: on February 24, 2016 at 1:57 pm  Leave a Comment  

New Jersey Trumpsters Sock it To ‘Em

Donald Trump boasted yesterday that he had more supporters in New Jersey than in any other state.

 

I wouldn’t be surprised. According to the Asbury Press, his “favorability in New Jersey has increased eight points since Rutgers-Eagleton’s last poll.”

 

The AP goes on to note, “According to Trump’s campaign committee’s filings with the Federal Election Commission, 87 New Jerseyans donated nearly $18,000 in the fourth quarter of 2015. The committee raised more than $19 million in 2015, nearly $13 million self-financed.  Ocean County – a strongly Republican area – was Trump’s biggest cash cow in the state, netting him nearly $4,800.”

 

Didn’t Trump campaign on the fact that he didn’t need anyone’s money? Well, anyway.

 

“All but two of the statewide donations came in increments smaller than $1,000, and all but seven donations were less than $500. The average donation was $206.25, according to the filings.”

 

Last night’s North Jersey Regional Tea Party meeting was initially about religious freedom. (Barbara from Harlem, as always, broke up the room with laughter and Israel Teitelbaum honored us with his presence and political wisdom).  Still, Trump’s name managed to surface.

 

These were mostly older voters. Why, you might wonder, does Trump attract so many older Conservative voters?  Because they’ve been around to witness the political corruption the longest in one of the most politically-corrupt states.

 

Some female pundit (she was on television and I was in the bedroom on the computer, so I couldn’t see who it was) guessed that Trump’s popularity lay in the fact that Conservative voters wanted to bludgeon the Republican Party.

 

That pretty well sums it up. That’s exactly what they want and Trump, boxing match organizer that he is, is certainly seems the guy to do it.

 

Cruz is my guy. But it’s not just about me.  Many of my friends are Trumpsters and I encounter many Trumpsters on Twitter and Facebook.  I get why they want to vote for Trump.  Even though I disagree with them and feel that Trump is being less than forthcoming, I just can’t find it in my heart to “hate” them, call them names and insult them.

 

My family is different. Mom wouldn’t vote for Trump if he was the last man in America.  Her dislike comes from oversaturation.  If you drove the long North Jersey-Atlantic City Run (about two hours, given the time it takes to pick up passengers) and at the end of the Atlantic City Expressway, you were met by the towering neon sign with Trump’s face, you’d be inclined not to favor him, either.  Nine hundred and ninety-nine trips was enough for Mom.

 

My brothers are Moderates, so they’ll most likely vote for Marco Rubio. But all my musical friends and my Facebook friends from my previous job generally favor Trump.

 

When I wonder why, I only have to time-travel in my mind back to the Morristown Tea Party rally on April 15, 2009. Nominally, I was part of the group’s “Writing Committee.”  They wanted to invite numerous politicians as speakers.  I advised them that might not be such a good idea, given the climate.  The people, in general, were so furious with politicians, at the perfidy of the GOP,  that they might just boo them, if not lynch them.

 

I was overruled and the politicians arrived to face 2,000 citizens so red-faced angry that they booed, shouted, waved their fists (some even spat) as the politicians seated themselves on the platform. The crowd yelled out that they didn’t want to see or hear from politicians anymore; they wanted the politicians to listen to them for a change (which is why the home-made signs were so popular; they were a civil way to express their outrage).

 

The politicians, for their part, were upset and I couldn’t blame. ‘This wasn’t what we signed up for,’ they complained quietly but angrily to the organizers.  I told them so.

 

If the Tea Parties have not been as successful as they might be (I think the jury is out on that one; the angry voters today are the same angry voters back then, only now they’re more vocal), it’s because they’ve courted the politicians rather than the citizens. The Tea Party should be all about education and uniting as Conservatives.

 

The North Jersey Tea Party (which meets in Wayne) and the Morristown Tea Party, although they can’t lend any political campaign financial assistance, would do handstands if any of the candidates offered to come speak to their groups. The audiences don’t mind listening.  But the politicians had best be prepared for some very candid comments.  The audiences don’t want to ask questions; they want to make statements and have their voices heard.

 

The Tea Party, at least the North Jersey chapter, is pro-Trump. Morristown TP may be, but I can’t speak for them since I haven’t been to their meetings in a long time (I’ll always be a friend of the Morristown Tea Party, however!).  There’s also the newer Lakeland Tea Party, whose meetings I want to attend (they’re just down the road from where I live) when I can find the time.

 

The Republican Party, with its Moderate, Establishment stance, mocked the Tea Party and in so doing, mocked the Silent Majority voters behind us who weren’t into joining grassroots political groups, but were angry enough to attend the rallies. I believe there were 6,000 participants at the Labor Day 2009 on the Morristown Green (I couldn’t attend as I was marching in a parade that day).

 

Six thousand angry people. Where did they stash them all on that relatively small parcel of land?  They must have been climbing the trees (they were in the trees on Tax Day 2009)!  Even though I’m a Cruz supporter, I’d love to see Trump – or Cruz – hold a rally on the Morristown Green this summer.  The Media would certainly follow Trump in.  They’d have no more doubts about the claims of angry voters.  Trump, I must say, would probably close Morristown down and stop traffic on Rt. 287 from Route 80 in the North all the way down to Route 78 in the south.  What a splendid show it would be.  Better make that a Saturday rally, if the Trustees of the Morristown Green will permit (any group must promise to protect the flowers, bushes and trees, and clean up thoroughly after the event is through).

 

Trump has more supporters in New Jersey (if his claims are true) than any other state because New Jersey has more angry voters per square mile than any other state. They’ve good reason to be angry.  Think of New Jersey divided not only between north and south, but east and west, as it was in the Colonial days.  The central dividing line between north and south is Rt. 78; east and west, the Garden State Parkway.

 

North of 78, the “Republicans” are in the West, Democrats in the East. South of that highway, the voters are reversed, thanks to the proximity to Philadelphia.  Some of the Shore towns, like Asbury Park, are filled with Democrat-hugging minorities.  But outside, in the suburbs you’ll find the Shore Tea Party and others, with better success at turning the vote, at least initially.

 

Given the tree-climbing animosity on display at the Morristown Tax Day Tea Party, no one should delude themselves that it’s vanished or be surprised that they would lean towards bash-and-smash-‘em Donald Trump. Like it or not, he’s the one they’ve been waiting for.

 

That’s not good news to more sensible voters who prefer the studious gutsiness of Ted Cruz. We don’t hate the Trumpsters; we wish the Trumpsters wouldn’t hate on us Cruzers.  But there it is.

 

Don’t hate or insult the New Jersey Trumpsters; you don’t realize what they’ve suffered through in terms of job losses, high taxes, and crime, or how badly they’ve been educated by the state’s Marxist-oriented school system and treated by the Republican Party that’s supposed to represent them.

 

In the idiom of the Sixties’ comedy, “Laugh-In”: Sock it to ‘em, Trumpsters!

 

 

 

Published in: on February 23, 2016 at 3:59 pm  Leave a Comment  

Taxing the Wealthy Taxes Everyone But the Wealthy

Of all of Donald Trump’s many promises to average Americans, his promise to tax the wealthy (including himself) is the most disingenuous. Taxing the wealthy is an old communist meme meant to divide the classes and set them upon one another.  A recent wealth redistribution chart illustrated the disappearance of the Middle Class, true to the Socialist model:  there are more wealthy people and there are an equally growing number of poor, with very few people left in the middle.

 

Numerous economists have tried to explain the folly of this economic theory.

 

The National Review’s Kevin D. Williamson recently wrote an article online about the truth of Trump’s bankruptcies – Donald Trump’s Debate Lies:

 

“Trump’s first bankruptcy,” Williamson writes, “was in 1991 after he borrowed a stupidly irresponsible amount of money to finance that monument to excruciatingly bad taste known as the Trump Taj Mahal in Atlantic City. Trump is such a good manager that the casino’s slot machines began failing during its first week of business. Never one to let reality stand in the way of his confidence, Trump had financed the $1 billion project largely with junk bonds, which meant very high interest payments. Trump did not make enough money to meet his interest payment and so was forced into bankruptcy. His ownership of the casino was diluted, and he ended up having to give back 500 slot machines to the company that had provided them.
“Trump himself was on the hook for nearly $1 billion in the deal, according to the New York Times, a sum that exceeded his net worth. He was forced to sell a fair amount of his personal property, including a yacht, as well as the failing air-shuttle service he’d been attempting to launch for some time. As Boston bankruptcy attorney Ted Connolly put it, Trump used the bankruptcy proceedings to negotiate away his personal liabilities while leaving the business saddled with debt. Unsurprisingly, the casino endured further financial problems, including bankruptcy. Trump’s ownership stake was diluted steadily, and he eventually was removed from the board. By the time of the casino’s most recent bankruptcy — which is to say, the bankruptcy it currently operates in — Trump could plausibly say that it wasn’t really his business any more, in spite of the fact that his name and face are all over it. All the slot machines in the world couldn’t support (or fill) the Taj’s 2,010 rooms.  That’s a lot of space.  A lot of heat, electricity, water, and taxes, not to mention maid service, laundry, and bellboys.  With all that room, could the Taj really be profitable, considering the number of competitors lining the boardwalk?  The answer was, “No.”  With approximately 50 regular tables and 25 tournament tables, the Taj Mahal had one of the largest poker rooms in Atlantic City, second in size only to The Borgata. But even that couldn’t save the Taj.

 

Bigger, it turns out, isn’t always better.

 

On Nov. 25, 2014, the Trump Taj Mahal announced plans to close and cease casino and hotel operations on Dec. 12, 2014 but on Dec. 5, 2014 the date was pushed back to Dec. 20, 2014. On Dec. 18, 2014, the Trump Taj Mahal received an agreement with its union to drop its appeal against the company to save the casino and it remains open.

The Taj, Trump’s third property in Atlantic City, was wrapped in controversy prior to opening because of its role, along with Resorts Casino Hotel, in the fight between Donald Trump and Merv Griffin in 1988 over Resorts International. Resorts was developing and constructing the Resorts Taj Mahal Casino north of Resorts Casino Hotel on the boardwalk, but had run out of money and construction was stopped.  Resorts was the first casino to open in Atlantic City (1978) and is still running.  Trump helped bring big name boxing bouts, as well as wrestling matches, to the city to attract customers to his casinos.

Trump was attempting to buy the unfinished resort, along with Resorts, but Merv Griffin would not sell. Eventually, a deal was reached between Trump and Griffin, giving Griffin the Resorts in Atlantic City and the Resorts Paradise Island with the unfinished Taj Mahal project going to Trump. The casino opened in 1990 as the Trump Taj Mahal and was the largest and highest- grossing casino in the city until the opening of The Borgata in 2003. The Chairman Tower opened in 2008, bringing the complex to over 2,000 rooms.

The casino is also the scene for a notorious baccarat session in May 1990, in which the Japanese high roller Akio Kashiwagi lost $10 million is cashiwaggi. The incident was later fictionalized in Martin Scorse’s film Casino. In 2013, the Taj opened the nation’s first casino strip club, featuring scantily clad dancers.

Trump then built the Trump Marina in the Marina area. This casino featured 728 guest rooms and various amenities, including a ball room, health spa, tennis, shuffleboard and basketball courts, and a jogging track.  In addition, it features 640 slips for yachts.  The Taj has since been downsized to 1,250 rooms.  The Trump Plaza offered 906 rooms.  The Trump World’s Fair, the last time it was a casino, went through many iterations as the Atlantis, then the Playboy, and then The Trump Regency before it was torn down in 2000.

 

Of Trump’s many Atlantic City ventures, only the Taj remains, and it’s Trump’s in name only.

 

Although the Taj recovered, minus Trump, Trump Marina helped in the demise of his other Atlantic City properties. Initially offering over 2,000 rooms, the Taj was certainly the elephant in Trump’s casino portfolio.  He filled those rooms mainly on weekends for the boxing and wrestling matches, as well as concerts featuring the likes of Michael Jackson.

 

The smaller Trump Marina appealed to the wealthy with their yachts and their yen for yoga, saunas, and jogging. With fewer rooms, the Marina required a smaller staff, which translated into lower labor costs for higher priced rooms.  Yet it was the Marina that has paid the price; it is now the new Golden Nugget.

 

The Taj was simply too large with too many rooms that stood empty on the weekdays. Whether empty or filled, they still had to be heated and tended to.  The real money, in the heady days of the Eighties, was in the buses that rolled into Atlantic City.  For the price of the bus ticket, gamblers (mainly senior citizens) rolled into A.C. for the day to gamble and gawk at the gawdy, over-the-top interior decorations.  Really, all the casinos were like that.  One was as bad as another.

 

The bus gamblers were the lifeblood of Atlantic City. They came into Atlantic City on buses at virtually no cost to the casinos, gambled their savings away, and then went home.  True, they didn’t rent rooms.  But they sure dropped those quarters into the slot machines.  I watched casino employees take away quarters by the cartload.

 

But those senior citizens, at the time older than my mother by at least 20 years, are all dead now, and my mom just celebrated her 92nd birthday.  The economy is dead, and for intents and purposes, so is Atlantic City.  Today’s wealth senior citizens are living in senior residential clusters such as Cedar Crest in Pompton Plains (again in name only the place is in Pompton Plains; the town made a land trade deal with the town of Riverdale to place the senior center there as part of Pompton Plains).

 

Just north of the I-287 junction, and with plenty of land available where the quarry is busy tearing down Riverdale Mountain, Cedar Crest and another nearby high-density apartment/condo complex would, together, make an idea feeder for a casino to be built on the former quarry grounds.

 

Wealthy high-rollers still frequented the Marina (now the Golden Nugget) and even the now down-sized Taj. But Trump saw the writing on the neon walls.  He’d financed his casinos on junk bonds, loans with high interest rates, which he was unable to repay once the buses stopped rolling into Atlantic City.

 

There’s still money to be made in Atlantic City, but nothing like the heyday of the Eighties.

 

This is what gives the lie to Trump’s (and others’) assertion that taxing the wealthy will get America out of debt. It didn’t work so well in Atlantic City.  Once the middle class northern New Jerseyans and Pennsylvanians stopped coming (Pennsylvania built its casinos in the Poconos and New Jerseyans had moved away with their jobs to South Carolina, where the next primary is to be held tomorrow), Atlantic City hemorrhaged.

 

According to NJ.com: “State lawmakers and officials have been searching for ways to fix the issue. In January, Gov. Chris Christie installed an emergency management team in the city, and its first report called for at least $130 million cuts to the city budget, including the possible layoffs of hundreds of workers.

 

“On Monday, a group of lawmakers introduced a proposal to open at least three casinos in northern New Jersey, partially in an effort to pump money into Atlantic City.”

 

Our state is going to open up at least three casinos here in the northern part of the state, and then send the profits south to bail out Atlantic City? Just who does the state think is going to frequent these casinos?  Well, there are a lot of wealthy Asian Americans here in the north (and central) portions of the state, and do they ever love to gamble.

 

But how is that going to help Atlantic City, except to put it on life support?

 

Once the Middle Class is removed from the equation, you only have the rich and the poor. It’s called “Socialism.”  By the way, Ted Cruz, in his candidate biography, “A Time for Truth”, gives the classic definition of Socialism:  “government ownership or control of the means of production or distribution in an economy.”

 

Get rid of the Middle Class, who only take up room, or in the case of the Taj, they didn’t take up room, eliminate the excess labor and raise the minimum wage on the remaining workers, and allow the wealthy to keep – yes, keep – their money.  Taxing the wealthy is an oxymoron.

 

Their wealth isn’t in wages but in investments and other securities. They can live on their dividends alone.  Half of these wealthy people are now government employees (or lawyers), so it’s in their best interests to support a socialist government.

 

Notice that the wealthy have not disappeared from Atlantic City. Now that the Middle Class bus passengers and week-enders have been dispatched, and half the union staff, there is more room for swimming pools, saunas, and even jogging tracks in the casinos at the Marina.  Still, no matter how much they pay for their rooms, the money doesn’t translate into the resurrection of Atlantic City.

 

If the real supporters of Atlantic City can’t come to the casinos, the casinos will come to them. The state misses the point entirely, of course.  The cost of the bus ride was negligible.  Poor and Middle Class New Jersey residents don’t have the income to gamble any longer.  We don’t even have the jobs.  To be sure, the casinos – wherever they’re built – will bring employment to that area.  But it will be union-based employment, which means the jobs are planned obsolescence; a gamble upon which you cannot build a life.  Just ask the former Atlantic City union members; sooner or later, the casinos will go under.

 

Do we really need or want a Gambler-in-Chief running our country? Someone who promises that taxing the wealthy is the cure for America’s economic woes is running a scam on you.  He’ll win.  The wealthy will stay wealthy.  But you and I?

 

We’ll be lucky to be cleaning rooms and sweeping the floors at Trump’s Federal Hill Hotel and Casino.

 

 

 

 

Published in: on February 19, 2016 at 3:15 pm  Leave a Comment  

A Kingdom for Hillary’s Hoarse

People have been wondering what’s going on with Hillary Clinton’s health lately? First, the barking (is she off her meds?).  Then the hacking cough while speaking.  Today, she’s back to wearing her coke bottle glasses.

 

Conservative pundit guys have been having great fun at Hillary’s woes, especially Beck & The Guys, and Rush. But let us swallow our partisan pride, lest we choke on it, and look up Hillary and her coughing malady with some sympathy?

 

Pundits, not wanting to play doctor, have been asking for some answers as to why she’s having so much trouble getting her talking points out without choking. Her agenda is hard for us to swallow.  We should be the ones gagging.  But since no medical experts have come forward with explanations for her distressing conditions, let me put forward some theories as a fellow sufferer (if not, certainly, a fellow political traveler).

 

Speakers Cough. That’s what they used to call this problem years ago, before microphones, air conditioning and central heating. Public speakers as well as entertainers often suffer from this problem. As they speak and air increasing travels back and forth through the wind pipes, the air dries the throat out. Lack of humidity in a very warm room or a dry, arid climate aggravates this condition.

 

The more the speaker ignores the problem and the harder they try to speak, the worse it gets, until their throat is as dry as an iguana’s skin in the Arizona desert. Speakers compensate for this by carrying a bottle of water and excusing themselves for a moment while they hydrate.  I’ve observed this in the many speakers whom I’ve photographed over the years.  Performers and singers spray their throats with a mist before the performance, since carrying a water bottle is not an option on-stage.

 

Hillary may have been avoiding the water bottle treatment because the bottle does not make for good photo-ops. I complained about it often enough when photographing seminars.  However, choking on a dry throat makes for an even worse picture.  Hillary will pay a price for favoring image over health.

 

Post-Nasal Drip. This is a malady from which I (and others) have suffered for years. The darned condition is like clock-work. I can depend upon it arriving on the dot at 9 a.m. and 9 p.m. A little later if I oversleep in these unemployed mornings. When I was working, my co-workers could set their watches by my coughing fits.

 

In the office, I had means of escape. I also bought a bag of throat drops to soothe the dryness – and my co-workers nerves.  I would also excuse myself, escaping to the Ladies Room until the fit was over.  Nasal drops have helped to alleviate this problem.

 

At work, I had means of escape and freedom to deal with my aggravate throat. Not so much in band concerts.  With the dry air of winter (even in the relatively humid climate of New Jersey, the indoor air can still become dry), the coughing becomes more frequent and prolonged.  Last night at North Jersey Band rehearsal, the fit lasted from the last half of one song through the first 57 measures of the next – Armed Forces Salute.  I only had those 57 measures to stop the coughing.  Measure 58 was my solo – a solo, where my solo would be missed if I didn’t get back to my orchestra.

 

I came running back from the church’s basement break room, where I had been taking sips of water. But I was one measure too late.

 

“What was supposed to be there?” the conductor. “Something was supposed to be there?”

 

I played the solo for him. Aha!  He went back the two measures, and I was able to deliver the solo on cue.

 

To have this happen in concert is a nightmare. Depending on the concert venue, there may or may not be any place to which I can repair.  I’m lucky in that I’m a percussionist and, if  conditions permit, I can get away to deal with the cough.  Other times, we percussionists are hemmed in on a closed stage.

 

Only think if I was the poor tuba player, saddled with a 25 pound instrument on my lap and surrounded by other musicians whose expensive instruments I would trample and whose music stands I would overturn in my haste to get away? Quelle nightmare!

 

So I make sure I’m equipped with nasal spray (which I employ, like the actors and singers, discreetly beforehand) and throat drops. I also have my friend, the tuba players, water bottle at my disposal.  He’s usually seated somewhere nearby.  He, too, has allergy problems.  The antihistamines he takes cause his throat to dry out, which is why he has a water bottle.

 

Could antihistamines be contributing to Hillary’s problems?

 

Ring Nodes. If a dry throat from post-nasal drip is an everyday nuisance, Ring Nodes are the nightmare from Hell. Water, throat drops, mists and so forth will soothe the ordinary dry throat. But nothing soothes the savage beast of the unbearable Ring Nodes.Ring Nodes are the inflammation of the throat and wind pipes. Once they swell up, you begin to cough and cough – your body’s attempt to clear what it perceives as an obstruction. However, there is no clearing them. Throat drops, even the medicinal kind, only irritate them further. Anything with sugar or any other type of mineral irritates them.The harder it is to breathe, the more you cough. The more you cough, the more air passes by the inflammation, the worse it becomes, until you’re into a full-blown coughing hysteria, your eyes bulging out of your head like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s at the end of the 1990 film, “Total Recall.” Eventually, when you calm down from your panic attack, you can sit down and slowly drink a cool glass of water. Sip, don’t guzzle, and eventually you’ll be back to normal.If you’re suffering from Ring Nodes, it means you’re suffering from a cold of one sort or another, and that you’re well on your way to laryngitis. The best thing to do is put down the microphone, the tuba, or the xylophone mallets, go home, lie down and don’t talk.  

 

 

Let us fly the white flag of truce in our partisan battle with Hillary for a moment, even if we have to gag on our good manners, and wish her well. I wouldn’t wish Ring Nodes (or whatever she has; the way she was rasping afterwards sounded like Ring Nodes to me) on my worst enemy, political or otherwise.

 

This is not advice from a doctor, which I am not. These are simply words of wisdom from someone who’s been there and done that.

 

My hoarse; a kingdom for my hoarse.

 

 

 

 

 

Published in: on February 18, 2016 at 1:52 pm  Leave a Comment  

Campaign 2016: Inside Out

By all accounts, the 2016 campaign is unusual, unprecedented (at least in the last century or so), and unpredictable, by standard measurements at least.

 

We have a billionaire GOP candidate who’s had to take out very few (if any) advertisements. Why should he when all he has to do is call a press conference, at very little expense to himself, and the Media comes flocking.

 

Trump has found a fair weather friend, despite the kerfuffle with the slit-eyed Megyn Kelly in the first debate, in Fox News. He appears their most frequent guest.  When he isn’t, they’re participating in attacks he’s arranged on Ted Cruz, siding with the seemingly woebegone, put-upon Dr. “Gentle Ben” Carson without taking the trouble to really investigate the matter of Cruz’ campaign e-mails (his only mistake was in not firing the idiot who issued the e-mail).

 

Even if Fox News and CNN weren’t giving Trump free coverage as a media celebrity, he’d still be on the inside track with voters because they view him as an outsider. The Insiders are Out and the Outsiders, chiefly Trump, are In.

 

No matter how many times Trump contradicts himself, bullies other candidates or opponents (and then accuses them of ‘nastiness’), and even blows up on national television in a fire engine-red temper tantrum, his numbers just keep rising.

 

He’s viewed as the outsider candidate who can’t be bought and won’t make deals. This, even though he himself has promised that as president, he will make deals with Congress.  Otherwise, he’d be a tyrant and even Trump recognizes that danger.

 

His supporters do not, though, and he depends greatly upon that willful ignorance. If Cruz is not “The Messiah” returned to Earth, neither is Trump “Superman.”  That’s who his supporters want, though.  They want Superman to fly in, rip the dome off the Capitol building in Washington and wing the corrupt politicians off to the penitentiary, single-handedly construct a wall across southern Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and California and with a mighty breath, cave in the illegal tunnels, and nuke Iran and ISIS with one mighty flash of his laser-like eyes.

 

Why not? After all, Obama promised to personally lower the ocean levels of the planet.

 

These supporters are the silent Conservatives who mocked the Tea Party for thinking it could do anything about the politicians. For my part, I never said that.  I said we needed to change the way voters thought and acted.  They countered that there was no one to vote for and there was no guarantee that even a “Tea Party” candidate could be trusted once in office.

 

Only a demonstration of force – violent force – they felt would create a change in the political spectrum. A small group of Ted Cruzes could do nothing against the might of donor and lobbyist corruption.  Only someone with lots and lots of money could battle the moneyed interests in Congress, they claimed.

 

That’s why they refused to identify with the Tea Party. Not because they weren’t Conservative but because they believed they were powerless against such wealthy factions, that money ruled, and that only a Super Candidate with a golden dollar sign upon his costumed chest could win.

 

Enter Donald J. Trump.  He exudes power, wealth, and charisma, something the other candidates lacked.  He was a political “Outsider” in that he’d never held public office (never mind that he was a well-known, sought-after donor in both parties).  Never mind that he was, or had been, the owner of numerous casinos.  The Evangelicals only heard his promise to prevent ISIS from entering the United States and burning down their churches.

 

American workers upset about the path to legal citizenship for illegal aliens never heard the message that while on the Senate immigration panel (the infamous Gang of Eight), Ted Cruz opposed the path to citizenship and lobbied for greater border security; if The Donald said he was a member of The Gang of Eight and Cruz denied, then The Donald must absolutely be right: Cruz is a liar.  By then, they didn’t hear the second clause in Trump’s statement – that he would deport them and immediately give them a chance to return as legal U.S. citizens if they applied for citizenship.

 

The unemployed were overjoyed at Trump’s promise, a la Ronald Reagan, to “Make America Great Again” (Trump’s campaign slogan). There’s no denying, thanks to Obama and the Communist Democrat Congress and their partners in crime, the Moderate Republicans, that America is a mess.  He quotes the actual number of unemployed – 93 million – and promises to get their jobs back from overseas.

 

That’s a hard message to refute. Why shouldn’t they believe him?  He’s considered a successful businessman.  Pundits raise the question of his Atlantic City bankruptcies at their peril.  A.C. is a weak argument.  Atlantic City, like Las Vegas, was full of organized crime figures, corrupt officials, and dubious developers with shady schemes.  Beside them, Trump would look rather like Superman in comparison.  Do leave Atlantic City out of the equation.

 

The other candidates may be just as committed to national security. At least one – Ted Cruz – is committed to stopping illegal aliens from entering the country, even though Trump has the cheeky hypocrisy to declare Cruz a liar, given Trump’s own “touchback” immigration policy.  But Trump is a famous guy with truckloads of money who bought and sold politicians.  The other candidates must scramble to raise money and Trump merely laughs and them.  And when he laughs, his numbers go up even higher.

 

This morning, with the new Nevada poll numbers showing Jeb Bush at 1 percent and Trump at his highest ever, The Donald mocked him and asked why Jeb didn’t just go home.

 

“How do you fight Santa Claus?” Rush Limbaugh asked during the Obama campaign: someone willing to give away our money.

 

Today, we have to rephrase that question: How do you fight Superman?

 

Or rather, how do you fight Super Businessman, who promises to punch the bad guy Jihadists in the kisser, make monkeys of the hated Insider politicians, giving them their just desserts, and showering the American public with jobs, and threatens to sue anyone who criticizes him?

 

How do you dissuade an American public seeking vengeance for decades of corruption, marginalization, and duplicity from voting for someone masquerading as an Outsider but who played a sizeable role in that Insider corruption and even admits it in his first debate?

 

The Conservative Media could start cutting down on his power and influence by not handing him a free microphone every time he spews out an insult.

 

 

 

 

Published in: on February 17, 2016 at 11:58 am  Leave a Comment  

Barking Mad Hillary Clinton

Last night, in a stump speech in Reno, Nev., Hillary Clinton related a story about a radio station in rural Arkansas. The station said they thought it would be great if they could train a dog to follow candidates around and every time a candidate told a lie, the dog would bark.

 

She said that the station did train a dog to bark. Then, she posited that it would be great if they could train dogs to bark – or just bark themselves – every time Republicans told a lie.  Clinton cited Republican claims that regulations on banks, i.e. The Community Reinvestment Act, which closed down all savings and loan institutions, caused the Economic Meltdown of 2007.

 

CORA, part of the Housing and Community Development Act of 1977 which was implemented under Pres. Jimmy Carter, required banks to accept all loan applications, whether the applicant was employed, could put 20 percent down on the mortgage, or had mortgage insurance.

 

The Act instructs the appropriate federal financial supervisory agencies to encourage regulated financial institutions to help meet the credit needs of the local communities in which they are chartered, consistent with safe and sound operation (Section 802). To enforce the statute, federal regulatory agencies examine banking institutions for CRA compliance, and take this information into consideration when approving applications for new bank branches or for mergers.

 

Clinton “barked” at the notion that there could be “too much” regulation, especially on banks, while advocating CORA, which requires absolutely no responsibility on the part of low-income homeowners. Virtually free housing has been a plank of the Progressive Socialists since the time of Karl Marx.

 

We are approaching, some economists warn, a period of negative interest. A negative interest rate means the central bank and perhaps private banks will charge negative interest: instead of receiving money on deposits, depositors must pay regularly to keep their money with the bank. This is intended to incentivize banks to lend money more freely and businesses and individuals to invest, lend, and spend money rather than pay a fee to keep it safe. Excessive regulation generally only favors the regulators, who are fast becoming America’s wealthy upper class.   Gov. Scott Walker recently noted that six of the ten wealthiest counties in the United States surround Washington, D.C.:  Loudon, Fairfax, Howard, Arlington, Montgomery, and Falls Church, which is actually a city, but regarded by the U.S. Census Bureau (now under the auspices of the President’s office, not Congress) as a county.

 

Hunterdon and Morris counties in New Jersey, Los Alamos County in New Mexico, and Douglas County in Colorado round out the top ten largest counties in population. Also on the list are New Jersey’s Somerset and Sussex (?!) counties.  The census determined wealth by poverty rate, as opposed to actual income.

 

Since the turn of the 20th Century – over 100 years ago – Progressives have gradually been building a bureaucratic structure around our Constitutional freedoms.  A number of cabinet posts and federal agencies can and should be done away with and their power returned to the states from which they were robbed:

 

The Department of Education

The Department of Agriculture

The Department of the Interior

The Department of Labor

The Department of Housing and Urban Development

The Department of Health and Human Services

The Department of Transportation

The Department of Energy

 

Then there are the alphabet agencies. There are so many, we’ll just name a few:

 

Broadcasting Board of Governors

Consumer Financial Protection Bureau

Corporation for National and Community Service

Environmental Protection Agency

The Export-Import Bank of the United States

The National Endowment for the Arts

 

I can’t post a photo of the U.S. Capitol Building. For obvious reasons, such photos pose a national security risk – it’s like dangling a carrot at the Islamic Jihadists.  But Fox News often reports from Washington,  D.C., with the enshrouded Capitol Building in the background for their Congressional news reports.

 

Currently, the Capitol Building is under major renovations and the dome is surrounded by scaffolding. That scaffolding is an apt illustration for the bureaucratic rules and regulations that are surrounding our constitutional government like a vine, choking our freedom.

 

This bureaucratic scaffolding, unlike the real thing, is permanent. The regulators are the unelected, unaccountable, and irremovable byproduct of Progressive government growth.  They are the only people who matter to politicians.

 

They are as dependent upon the politicians who put them into power for the livelihoods as the politicians are reliant upon them for the votes to keep them in office. Their relationship is sycophantic; they feed and rely upon one another and have no use for or fear of us – we, the people.

 

Hillary can well afford to bark at us. A dog doesn’t have to be “trained” to bark at someone who lies or represents a danger.  The dog does have to be trained to bark at its master’s enemies, however.  These dogs are safe behind their Capitol Building fence.  Should we, the people, overrun that fence, encroach upon them, revolt against their bureaucratic tyranny (what tyranny hasn’t been bureaucratic in nature) then they will bite and snap at us, attack.

 

They will fine us, tax us, imprison us, maybe even execute us somewhere in the unseen, but imaginable, future. We must not dither in the face of snarling, bureaucratic dogs.  We have the truth of the United States Constitution to serve us in time of need.

 

The Constitution clearly calls for a limited, that is to say, non-bureaucratic, non-regulatory government.

 

Any politician, especially one running for President of the United States, who howls at the authority of the U.S. Constitution and its designation of the people as the ultimate government, is barking mad.

 

 

Published in: on February 16, 2016 at 11:48 am  Leave a Comment  

Presidents’ Day, 2016

On this President’s Day, we Conservatives find ourselves mourning the loss of sitting Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia (Scah -lee’-ah).  His passage comes at an untimely moment, with numerous important court hearings still in the docket that could affect our Constitutional way of government:

 

  • race in college admissions
  • how far states can go in restricting abortion
  • the viability of public sector unions,
  • the deferment of deportations of unauthorized immigrants
  • claims of religious freedom and women’s access to contraception.

 

Recently, SCOTUS halted the implementation of Obama’s climate plan.

A political war is brewing between Left and Right whether Obama “can” nominate a replacement for Scalia (well, of course, he can) and whether the Republicans can stall the nomination of a replacement until January 2017 – eleven months from now. Obama can nominate a replacement.  That’s not to say, however, that the Senate, with a Republican majority, has to approve the nomination.

Sen. Mitch McConnell could simply prevent the nomination from coming to the floor of the Senate. The Republicans then run the risk of Obama and his Cheerleader Media shouting, “Obstructionists” – by now a hackneyed, overused phrase.  We wouldn’t want a repeat of Marco Rubio, now would we?

The Supreme Court is in an ideological deadlock right now. Justice Roberts, a George W. appointment, is thought to be on the right side of the bench, but his ruling on Obamacare makes him suspect.

Will there ever be a better champion in the Supreme Court for Conservative values than Antonin Scalia? That’s like asking whether there will ever be another Ronald Reagan, who appointed the New Jersey-born justice to the bench in 1986.

According to the San Antonio Express-News, in its Local News section it was John Poindexter, owner of the Cibolo Creek Ranch in Shafter, Texas (West Texas) who found Scalia dead.

“A first-time guest to the Cibolo Creek Creek Ranch, U.S. Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia was animated and engaged during dinner Friday night, as one of three dozen invitees to an event that had nothing to do with law or politics, according to the ranch owner.

“’He was seated near me and I had a chance to observe him. He was very entertaining. But about 9 p.m. he said, ‘it’s been a long day and a long week, I want to get some sleep,’ recalled Houston businessman John Poindexter, who owns the 30,000-acre luxury ranch.”

When Poindexter tried to awaken Scalia about 8:30 the next morning, the judge’s door was locked and he did not answer. Three hours later, Poindexter returned after an outing, with a friend of Scalia who had come from Washington with him.

“’We discovered the judge in bed, a pillow over his head. [Italics ours]  His bed clothes were unwrinkled,’ said Poindexter.

“’He was lying very restfully. It looked like he had not quite awakened from a nap,’ he said. Scalia, 79, did not have a pulse and his body was cold, and after consulting with a doctor at a hospital in Alpine, Poindexter concluded resuscitation would have been futile, He then contacted federal authorities, at first encountering a series of answering services because he was calling on a weekend.”

Make something of all that, conspiracy theorists!

There is nothing new about the Senate holding up an opposing party president’s Supreme Court nominations. History – and Twitter – are full of them, going all the way back to – actually, we don’t have to go very far back in history.

According to the Washington Post, “When Justice Fortas stepped down in May 1969, it would be a full year (well, 363 days to be precise) before his successor was confirmed. One reason it took so long to fill the Fortas seat is because the Senate rejected President Nixon’s first two nominees for the seat — Clement Haynsworth and Harold Carswell — before confirming Harry Blackmun. The Court did its work with only eight justices in the interim. (Also of note, the Court went several months with only seven justices in 1971 after Justices Harlan and Black stepped down that September. Their replacements were confirmed in December.)

The vacancy of a Supreme Court seat in a presidential election year is not unprecedented in presidential history: George Washington, who would have been considered an Independent, nominated Oliver Ellsworth on March 3, 1796.  The Senate confirmed Ellsworth the next day, March 4, 1796.

Some nominations took longer than others.   On January 29, 1916, Wilson nominated Progressive Judge Louis Brandeis to the Supreme Court. However, his nomination was bitterly contested and denounced by conservative Republicans, including former president (and future Chief Justice) William Howard Taft, whose credibility was damaged by Brandeis in court battles and from his having at one point called Taft a “muckraker.”

Further opposition came from members of the legal profession, including former Attorney General George W. Wickersham and former presidents of the American Bar Association, such as ex-Senator and Secretary of State Elihu Root of New York, who claimed Brandeis was “unfit” to serve on the Supreme Court.

The controversy surrounding Brandeis’s nomination was so great that the Senate Judiciary Committee, for the first time in its history, held a public hearing on the nomination, allowing witnesses to appear before the committee and offer testimony both in support of and in opposition to Brandeis’s confirmation. While previous nominees to the Supreme Court had been confirmed or rejected by a simple up-or-down vote on the Senate floor—often on the same day on which the President had sent the nomination to the Senate—a then-unprecedented four months lapsed between Wilson’s nomination of Brandeis and the Senate’s final confirmation vote.

On June 1, 1916, the Senate officially confirmed his nomination by a vote of 47 to 22. Forty-four Democratic Senators and three Republicans) voted in favor of confirming Brandeis. Twenty-one Republican Senators and one Democrat) voted against his confirmation.

Democrats vociferously opposed George W. Bush’s cabinet nominations. Many were still unfilled by September 11th when the United States came under assault from Islamic jihadists.  But Democrats – as Rush Limbaugh this moment is noting – never let charges of hypocrisy trouble them.  Why should they, when they have a huge, propagandist Media machine operating on their behalf?

The question is will our unreliable Republican Senate roll over for Obama? They have in the past.  We have no good reason to trust them now not to allow a Liberal nominee to pass, although they have vowed to hold up the nomination process until the next president – whoever that is – takes office in January 2017.

The GOP nomination is still up in the air, dominated by a wrestling-match candidate whose latest debate performance clearly represented the sheer red-faced fury of Republican, and especially Conservative, voters who’ve been abandoned by their own party.

Trump’s supporters identify with him. Since his early candidacy, the Conservative, to say nothing of the Moderate, punditry have scoffed at his candidacy, minimalizing his supporters.  That’s what the GOP did to them, too.  They couldn’t have made a worse mistake, perhaps other than the Republican Party itself trying to prevent him from running on the GOP ticket.

That put the bit in Trump’s teeth, certainly. But an Independent candidacy would have only drawn those voters off or caused them to stay home on Primary Day, or the Election Day.  The GOP has put in place one unelectable Moderate candidate after another, and lost when average voters stayed home in droves rather than vote again for another one of these losers.

This bitter contest between the Conservative Media, the GOP, on the one hand, and the voters on the other, has deafened his supporters to all common sense arguments against Trump’s nomination. He’s pivoted on every single issue, including illegal immigration.  Trump is a “Touch Back” candidate who’s openly declared that he will send the illegals back – and then let them right back in again.

He’s been in favor of partial birth abortion. He’s in favor of gay marriage.  He never talks about individual liberty or the U.S. Constitution.  He has strong arguments about the dangerous trade gap between China and the United States in his favor and he has vowed to “temporarily” put a stop to all Syrian refugees until the situation can be straightened out.

Rush Limbaugh’s “low information” have a short attention span and a low tolerance for being minimalized. They’ve heard what they want to hear and don’t trust anyone any more who tells them the rest of the story about Trump.

The man has warned us, himself, that “President Trump will not be Candidate Trump” and that he will make deals when he has to. The warning that he will be exactly like the politicians the average voter despises has gone completely unheeded.

If candidates like Cruz and Rubio, more trustworthy where the Constitution is concerned, are to be heard, pundits must be more respectful of the average voter’s perspective. Telling them they’re “stupid” or “short-sighted” are, as Trump could tell you, poor salesmanship.

The average voter has as little trust for the Media. Yet during the New Hampshire debate, Chris Christie was able to tear Marco Rubio to pieces for doing something they’ve all done:  repeat a talking point.  The Media, particularly Fox News, picked up on this alleged error, and Rubio subsequently fell behind.

I need to find the transcript of the debate (I’d stopped watching the debates by that point) and read the arguments leading up to Christie’s allegation. Something someone said caused Rubio to “stutter” his talking point, as it were.  I don’t know what it was, but I’m pretty certain it played a factor in Christie’s attack.

What was lost in the ensuing melee was Rubio’s point is that Obama’s ruination of America – economically, politically, culturally, and in foreign policy – have been pointedly deliberate and that we can expect more of the same from the next Democrat president and worse.

America is now on the horns of both a legal (the Supreme Court vacancy) and a presidential dilemma. If the election were held today, the race would be between a fascistic, egotistical real estate gambler hailed by his supporter as the deliverer of America from the elitist (true) political class and a Socialist dinosaur who is being embraced by a brain-washed, communist youth cult.

Every election, pundits claim “this is the most important election in the history of the United States!” Talk about repetitious.  Seriously, the most pivotal election was in 2012, when Obama was re-elected. We failed in keeping him out of office and now we must elect someone who can undo the swath of damage in Obama’s wake or prepare ourselves for an eventual Communist state?

Why Communist and not merely Socialist? The Socialists didn’t last long in the Soviet Union.  Those who crave power always find a way to win and they certainly don’t allow something as puny as “we, the people” stand in their way.  That’s what the histories of the Soviet Union and China – the real histories, not the propagandist histories – have taught us.

The American Communist chose the Progressive route so inattentive Americans would not realize, or care about, what was happening. So, Americans happily accepted every entitlement program until future Americans found themselves bound hand and foot, present and future, tethered to Socialism.

Thus transfixed, Americans will put their trust in one strongman or another who will promise to care for them, sealing the fate of the American experiment.

Benjamin Franklin predicted it. Thomas Jefferson foresaw America would not survive without an educated public.  And George Washington is probably rolling over in his grave over the thought of a President Trump (the name itself rather tells the story, doesn’t it?) or a President Sanders.

If only the GOP had listened to the Tea Parties instead of dismissing them. We told you this day would come.  You thought we were only a minority out of the extreme Conservative movement, declaring that your polls told you that most voters didn’t identify as “Tea Party” or even “Conservative.”  What you saw on television in February 2009 wasn’t us.

What you saw in the South Carolina GOP debate wasn’t us, either; the crimson-hued Trump was the face of the angry voters we were trying to tell you about. They told us that they didn’t trust you and that’s why they stayed home on Election Day, resulting in the election of Barack Hussein Obama.  They had no use at all for the Moderate candidates you put forward.  They had even less use for the corrupt, lying politicians who were eventually elected.

They’d probably still be staying home, grousing at the television in their lounge chairs. But then they started noticing an increase in the drug crime rate.  They found their own kids becoming addicted to the drugs.  They also noticed the result of our involvement in the Middle East – the invasion of Europe by Islamic jihadists.

Would one of their cities become the next Paris? Would some jihadist blow up their beloved Super Bowl?  Fortunately, nothing happened that we know of and no one has mentioned even the thwarting of any attacks.  Such news would bring the sanctuary city of San Francisco, the Gay Capital of the World into focus, even though the game was held in Santa Clara, Calif. (where The Nephew lives).

Maybe we should have been more theatrical in our rallies, brought the television cameras in, at the expense of our personal dignity. Most Tea Parties made the mistake of listening to Moderate consultants who told them not to allow any more home-made signs (whose creators were very proud of their creations) and to go political, to consult with the politicians instead of educating the average voter.

We didn’t get the attention of the average voter, thanks to the negative Media coverage. But the illegal immigrants and the jihadists certainly did.  Now you have to deal with the average voter, and the consequence of your blindness, in the form of Donald J. Trump.

Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

 

Published in: on February 15, 2016 at 1:34 pm  Leave a Comment