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Lies…and Chickens

I said in my last post that several things must change in order to save our democracy, because The Big Lie that caused a lot of other lies is unraveling.

The chickens are coming back to roost. Trump’s “trusted” advisors, dominoes now, are beginning to fall as the truth comes out and Sydney Powell and Kenneth Chesbrough are willing to tell all in court. More dominos will fall, as the Dear Leader forgot something in his long career in business and brief foray into politics: he doesn’t stand by his people. Loyalty is a one way street and, faced with prison, many of his faithful servants will consider their options carefully as meticulously crafted cases come to the fore.

That’s where we, the voters, come in. Watch the trials, learn everything you can. Know who did what, when. Know what members of congress and local legislators were involved with and voted on. Make your decisions on how to vote to protect our democracy.

And while you’re at it, encourage the Supreme Court to be transparent and accountable, same with the House of Representatives. The Constitution gave us three branches of government for a reason. Representatives are supposed to reflect the voters from every part of the country. Unless the House has a huge majority it must look across the aisle to get the peoples’ business done. The “chaos caucus” just doesn’t cut it with a four-vote majority.

Think about it, and always remember to vote, Dee

Lies

Lies have consequences. And huge lies have consequences that can kill constitutional democracies. Here’s my abbreviated version of “the big lie” and what I believe needs to be done to fix our democracy.

In the wee hours of November 4, 2020, Donald Trump declared, upon his majesty and the unsober advice of at least one lawyer, declared himself re-elected and demanded that the vote count be stopped. That was the public beginning of The Big Lie.

The actual beginning was months before when he derided mail-in ballots and, perhaps even earlier, when in 2016 he said that unless he won the presidency, he wouldn’t accept the results. But in 2020 the machinations were put into place (legal challenges, and illegal means such as slowing down the U.S. Mail to mess with ballots, tampering with voting machines, installation of fake electors and shakedowns of legislatures and state voting officials) in order to keep Donald Trump in the White House. It didn’t matter that everyone else across the country who was on the ballot that same day lived with the results without crying foul. Funny that nobody asked them about that.

Why not believe him? He’s the President, after all. So Republican-led states bought into the lie for their own purposes and threw themselves behind “election integrity,” which is not what it seemed. They made it more difficult for Democrats, especially people of color, to vote. Plus, they got rid of ERIC, a pretty snazzy mechanism that allows states to share information to prevent interstate voter fraud. Now realizing they need this type of program, they’re creating a buggier version to meet their needs, mainly to prove voter fraud where there is none. The real reason to dump ERIC is that it would give someone like me who tends to be mobile, an easy way to register to vote when I move to another state. Yes, I sometimes vote for the Democrat, so they wouldn’t want me to register in a swing state under any circumstances.

So now the MAGA “crazy eight” toppled Kevin McCarthy in order to create the chaos they so love. Then they tanked Steve Scalise. Then some sane members of the party (institutionalists, appropriators, and those in “Biden” districts) tanked Jim Jordan yesterday. Interestingly, I heard this morning that eight of the ten new Speaker candidates are also election deniers. Hmmm. There’s a theme here, one that goes right to the 2024 election and what happens if Trump loses.

Here’s my recipe (hey, it started as just a cooking blog, years ago) for having a United States of America to celebrate on its upcoming 250th birthday.

First, The Supreme Court must adopt a code of ethics at least as stringent as that for Federal judges. I believe it should be monitored by the Judicial Conference. I believe they should have 15-year term limits and that the court should be increased to 15 members. My reasoning is that people don’t trust the Court these days because of their overt partisanship and selling out to the far right donor (yacht-owning) class. They need to be sane and sober and adhere to the real Constitution and not the Heritage Foundation’s version.

Second, The House of Representatives has to function. That means a power-sharing arrangement with Democrats that will allow them to put away the scissors they’ve been running amok with and concentrate on governing. It’s time to tell these congresspersons that there are more important things in the world, and facing our nation, than their egos. As for the Senate, it’s time to wake up and realize that we’re in a democracy living under the tyranny of the minority when the House can be taken over by eight members. Ditch the filibuster and legislate, already. Start with approving all those military appointments. I’ve got a great idea, Leader Schumer. Make them stay starting on Thanksgiving through the holidays, and go ’round the clock, one by one, until all 300 appointments are approved. They’ll fold quickly, as they love their weekends and holidays and Sen. Tommy Tuberville can be tied to his chair so he has to be in the Chamber for every single vote until he cries “uncle.”

Third, it should go without say that violence is not an option. Jim Jordan is learning that the hard way. Purported news organizations should not be actively involved in personnel issues of Congress (I’ve registered a complaint with the FCC about Fox) but unfortunately I don’t have a clue how to stop the Alex Jones’ of the world from spreading their vitriol in this lifetime, but do have suggestions as to where he’ll reside in the next.

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We had a couple over for a first dinner recently and when we raised our glasses for a toast, I added one for Dianne Feinstein, who had died that day. They stayed for dinner, so it must have been OK. But who knows what could have happened? I’d like to go to an event or have nice folks over without coming to fisticuffs.

It’s time for the middle to take back our nation. We certainly have the numbers. Now, do we have the guts to do what needs to be done? Let’s hope so. Dee

“Dee-isms”

Several years ago while recovering from a traumatic head injury, one of my rehab efforts involved word games, lots of word games. The therapists and fellow patients came to know my unique word knowledge (thanks to an ever-present dictionary in my English teacher aunt’s “loo”) as Dee-isms. Every single word from epêe to gewgaw, checked out but was still questioned.

Why not extend that to my cooking as well. My husband likes chicken pot pie and became somewhat a connoisseur of the frozen kind. I never made it because even though I’m a good cook, I’m notoriously bad at pastry and generally don’t cook desserts. Trifle doesn’t really qualify as cooking, save for assembly and whipping cream. I have what’s called in the restaurant biz “hot hands.” Nothing to do with overall body temp, it’s just that some folks are great with pastry, and when I touch anything with cold butter in it, it melts. My “hot hands” techniques are better used getting an aspic out of a mold.

So I decided to make chicken pot pie. I had some small boiled red potatoes, a large roasted chicken breast and frozen peas and carrots on hand. Also some caramelized onions in the frog, and some milk and chicken broth. I decided to make a full recipe of basic baking powder (lots of butter) biscuits, baking half of them while I prepped the pot pie and rolling and cutting the rest to put on top to bake later. For the sauce I used a roux mounted with 2:1 milk and chicken broth. Some fresh sage and thyme and the pot pie went into a 2 qt. Pyrex baking dish for 45 minutes to cook the raw dough and heat the filling and, voilà, a one-dish wonder. He loved it, and I was able to control the fat and salt content. A true Dee-ism.

Here’s another: one-pot macaroni and cheese. Cook a pound of shells, and make a béchamel with 3T butter, 3T seasoned flour and 2C milk. Add cheese of your choice, I add a melty Colby-Jack. Add fully cooked, sliced (slices quartered) of cooked sausage like Kielbasa or I like a new Tuscan sausage found at Whole Foods by Gilbert’s and use two of those, cubed. Then I buzz up a big handful of fresh spinach, mix noodles, sauce and add-ins in a 2 quart bowl and bake at 350 degrees for about 45 minutes. Yum, and yes, my husband will eat spinach if it’s baked in this.

Now that summer is over, I learned a couple of things cooking-related. Some years are good for tomatoes, some not. I had three plants outside on a balcony that faces northeast, a Roma, beefsteak and cherry tomato. We had very few tomatoes over the summer, the Roma got a fungus and was a goner. The beefsteak and cherry plants started growing fruit in September (they were started after the last frost in early May) and I had to move them inside last weekend. Now I’m getting tomatoes! Another few weeks and they’ll go outside to die.

This was my first year with flowering climbing plants, Manzanilla. Yellow and orange, two small plants. I bought a small (1′ wide by 3′ high) for them to share. Live and learn. I should’ve splurged on the trellis. Instead, they used their tendrils to hurt themselves and practically did in my pansies and impatiens. Live and learn! Cheers! Dee

Of Strong-Arming and “Strongmen”

OK, I have to say it. Jim Jordan has no business being Speaker of the House of Representatives. Yes, he is a “legislative terrorist,” in the words of a former Republican Speaker. A flame-thrower who delights in taking down people, policies and institutions.

He is no leader of men, but a puppet of Donald J Trump who cares nothing about the Constitution he swore an oath to defend and protect. To have him a heartbeat from the presidency poses a real threat that our democracy will no longer be around to celebrate its 250th birthday in three years.

Harry Truman always said that the buck stopped with him. Jim Jordan says no, he has no idea that his flunkies are sending out anonymous emails threatening the jobs and even lives of his Republican colleagues unless they vote for him for Speaker. They’re threatening congressional spouses. What has this world come to?

A less-than-honorable “news” outlet is using its on-air talent Sean Hannity and his staff to threaten lawmakers. Jordan’s de facto representatives prefer to forget that he was all-in planning and executing the overthrow of our government on January 6, and that the wrestling team he coached sexually abused nearly 200 students, effectively putting the Catholic Church to shame.

Please, institutionalists who revere the House and our democracy, step in NOW. Likewise moderate and at-risk representatives. And Democrats. The times demand immediate change or this won’t be a republic anymore.

Vote no on Jim Jordan today, tomorrow, however long it takes for Matt Gaetz and his unruly band of thieves to get the message that tyranny is not what we voters signed up for. None of these hare-brained Republican schemes (think tyranny of the judiciary) are well thought-out, which is why they shouldn’t work. Grow a backbone, Republicans, and stand up for your country and your constituents. Dee

Representative

It’s an important-sounding word. Sounds like it includes responsibilities, and for some it requires an oath, to an overriding organizational document such as a Constitution, no less.

The word “representative” can mean standing or acting for another, especially through delegated authority (Merriam-Webster Thesaurus). As a noun, it means one that represents another as agent, deputy, substitute or delegate usually being invested with the authority of the principal. (Merriam-Webster Dictionary)

Being an elected member of the United States House of Representatives means that one represents 700,000 Americans, under the U.S. Constitution to which a solemn oath is taken.

This week, approximately ten elected members of the House tried to force their will on 331.9 million Americans by holding Congress and the American people hostage to their unreasonable demands. They declared that it was their way or the highway and that no other representative or their constituency mattered because they would not negotiate with anyone.

Why did they do this? Well, some say that Matt Gaetz of Florida wants to be governor of that state so thought this was a good way to get his name out there as a responsible candidate for the CEO of Florida who really cares about all the people who live there. Not my first choice as an approach to being a candidate for anything but he tried and, in the end, failed.

Leading the pack looking to cause a government shutdown (stopping payments to our military, air traffic controllers, food for hungry kids, etc.) is none other than ringleader, presidential candidate Donald J Trump. Why would he want a shutdown? He thought it might stop the Special Prosecutor in the Justice Department from continuing two federal cases against him (it wouldn’t). Another hare-brained campaign idea that, at the last moment, did not come to fruition.

What do these men have in common? An agenda against the government, the people of the United States, their voters, and the Constitution to which they swore an oath to protect and defend.

Gerrymandered politicians have no reason to listen to or serve the constituents who elected them. That is why it is in voters best interest to make sure they are given good choices of candidates for office, any office, but especially our Congressional representatives who are elected based on state-drawn district maps.

We had a dinner party last night at which a guest said that fewer than half of Americans know that we have three branches of government or what these branches do. So let’s start with civics education. Only then can we have a well-informed citizenry.

Then we have to make it easy to register to vote, and to change one’s voting registration when a voter relocates. Pennsylvania just tied voter registration to State ID, drivers’ license or other ID if a citizen does not drive. And we have to have a requisite number of places to vote by population. You can’t have a precinct in every small town and only one voting location in a city of a million people.

Votes must be counted and reported correctly. Get rid of rules that say no votes can be counted before Election Day. That’s only so one party can get on the news election night (see Donald Trump 2020) and say a candidate won and to stop counting, only to have mail ballots that had piled up because of COVID being counted for days afterward.

For those of you who represent us in Washington, D.C., go home now that the government will be functioning for the next 45 days and talk to your constituents, not just the ones who elected you but those who chose the other candidate, who you represent as well. Marjory Taylor Green said yesterday that Americans won’t care about a government shutdown. We do. We also care that ten U.S. Representatives tried to hold us hostage, and for what? Their egos? To say they “own the libs?” To be interviewed by Hannity? Please.

If you leave the D.C. bubble every once in a while, you might find out that all of us voters out there are not stupid, and contrary to your belief, we don’t spend our days thinking about you. We spend it thinking about our lives and what is important to us, the things you represent us to do something about. Get involved, folks. Write your representative, just look it up by address/zip code online and send a message. Someone will read it, and when they get enough mail, they may start to listen. And VOTE!!! Dee

Call Me a “Swiftie”

I don’t know the music of Taylor Swift. I’m sure this 33 year-old phenomenon has a lovely voice but that’s not what this is about. On TV this past weekend I saw this attractive young woman at a KC Chiefs game whooping it up watching her perhaps new boyfriend, a Super Bowl champ, play the game he plays so well, while sitting with his mother.

What I witnessed was pure joy, fun and, yes, hope. And that brought a tear to my eyes. Then I heard the inevitable Republican backlash, that Taylor Swift may not like Donald Trump and that she may support the reproductive rights of women. Heavens to Betsy! And now, Travis Kelce may be “woke” because he supports vaccinations. Young people these days. What is the world coming to?

I say leave these two lovebirds alone. Does anyone remember what it’s like to be young and in love? I can tell you, in between healthy cheering at a football game and an after-dinner with the team (and his Mom, for heaven’s sake), Taylor and Travis have way more to talk about than Donald Trump or COVID. Let them.

You may not be able to remember the days when you awoke to the day and lived your life thinking about, well, your life and not who/what the political climate tells you to hate today.

Now I hear that with her mere presence and inspiration, young people are registering to vote like never before. That Taylor Swift and Beyoncé are encouraging our newest generation of adults to participate in our democracy as responsible citizens. Amen to that! I’m sure the GOP already has something negative to say about that, as it’s now “OK” to bemoan any new voters as anti-Republican and try to keep them from registering to vote or removing their polling locations or threatening to change the constitution so that only old farts like me are allowed to cast a ballot.

Or, how about this, to say they were indoctrinated by banned books and liberal teachers in school so they shouldn’t be allowed to vote until they’re 25. That’s you, presidential alternatives to Trump.

You were young and hopeful once. The world was your oyster. You were unstoppable and impervious to aches and pains. You were overjoyed at learning new things and understanding your new capabilities. You were happy. You envisioned a great future, and knew that you could change the world. I’ll turn 65 in a few weeks and I remember those days as if it was yesterday. Guess who reminded me? A jubilant young woman watching a fellow superstar play football in Kansas City. Be you, be kind, and keep voting! Dee

Pup-Date

Hi, Lulu here, guest blogger. I thought Dee was getting a little too political talking about saving democracy and the like, so here’s the world as I see it. From the Aussie perspective.

That’s me, “helping.” I’m very helpful around the house despite constant complaints about barking at neighbors and leaving behind tumbling’ tumbleweed fur balls everywhere I go. I’m a herder so make sure my sheeple attend to my every need and get to bed on time every night so I can get my beauty sleep.

Let’s see. The other day my tummy was a bit off and I even turned down a frozen peanut butter Kong. Turns out I’m not supposed to eat pocket combs. It fell out of J’s pants while Dee was sorting laundry. What else was I supposed to do with it? Anyway, that’s over, and all without a trip to Dr. Becky.

The weather’s cooling down and it’s perfect for Chuck-It in the park. As usual there’s a whole new crop of friends so we’re going to have to start fine-tuning the invite list for Dee’s Blizzard Buddy group. It started during COVID, when people couldn’t socialize and Dee thought, why not allow our dogs to socialize in the inclement weather? So we entertain guests on certain nasty weather days, one at a time, for an hour. It’s enough time to get the zoomies out in order for canines and humans to get a good night’s sleep.

I’m an imperfect hostess but do my best to chase and be chased, ball or no ball. And I especially like the frozen Kongs we’re each offered mid-visit, like kids going down for a nap at school. It’s a good system and all a dog needs is a good personality (no biting or growling), to be clean, have already used the toilet facilities outdoors and have all their shots. A pretty low bar but it’s worked well for me.

Well, enough thinking for today. Time for a well-deserved nap. Here’s looking forward to dinnertime and park time! Lulu, in for Dee today (only?)

Remembering 9/11

It was 4:03 p.m. when the neighbors started banging on our door, shouting “CNN! CNN!” We turned on the television after the first plane hit the World Trade Center and were transfixed for several days. We’d just been on a sailing trip in Greece for my father’s 70th birthday and he and I stopped by Florence, Italy for a few days before I was to fly home to California.

The Italian people were shocked and very supportive of the American tourists and ex-pats in their midst. On September 12, I joined the citta di Firenze in the main piazza where we held hands, over a thousand of us, and listened to the bells toll. Every day for the next week I started my day, after Dad and I cooked breakfast together, by visiting the U.S. Consulate to check on when the flight ban would be lifted, then the downtown office of my airline to see when I could catch a flight home.

Consul staff immediately invited me to a religious service to remember the dead, which was very moving. Every shop owner, waiter, everyone said how sorry they were for my (!) loss. And when I finally got a flight through Rome to LAX, the U.S. Customs Agent said one thing to me upon the end of a long flight, “Welcome home,” upon which I just broke into tears.

Back in California, everyone was talking about the attacks on the World Trade Center, Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania. Because everyone was so open, and so raw from the knowledge that our world had been turned upside down, that I met my future husband that first week in October.

I don’t know what would have happened had I been in California at the time of the attacks, but doubt I would have been holding the hands of unknown foreigners in a town square or at a special Mass. But America did come together in those weeks and months while politicians decided how to deal with the issue and new regulations were implemented at airports ostensibly to protect us. Our President let us know we were all Americans, and Rudy Giuliani, then America’s Mayor, made us all feel safer in a way.

Nineteen years later, and we were hit with another catastrophe, one that cost the US over a million lives, and that’s COVID-19. Instead of urging us to come together, our President was more worried about his re-election, and created a divide between red and blue states, caring for one at the expense of the other.

The pandemic that should have been a call to arms for all Americans instead devolved into a war over “freedom” as evinced by face masks and school closures. Certain Americans are still trying to reap whatever benefits they seek to glean off perpetuating these differences. COVID became something China did to us and our stellar medical infrastructure of public health researchers, doctors and first responders are still being questioned over their recommendations and methods.

COVID hasn’t become something we collectively got together to fight and, in its persistence to infect worldwide, has since turned into a blame game with science itself being questioned.

Last time I was in Florence, the Consulate was locked up tight, under military guard, and no-one is allowed to walk within a block of the place. Very different from me walking in, greeting front desk staff by name, and being kidded about getting me back home through Canada but I’d have to stay, in summer dresses, in a chilly climate until flights were allowed into the US from Canada! And America’s Mayor, how far he’s fallen, now disbarred and begging for fund-raisers for exorbitant legal fees for his alleged misdeeds.

There is no way I want to go back to the 50’s to what some call the “good old days” when women and people of color and LGBTQ+ had no rights and there was a right-wing white male patriarchal solely “christian” country we now call home. It would be nice if we could be civil to each other, respect one another’s views and work together to solve the nation’s problems. If we did that, the next 9/11 or global pandemic might have us working together for the benefit of all. Wouldn’t that be terrific. Cheers! Dee

Let Janet be Janet

Wisconsin elected a new liberal justice of the Supreme Court, Janet Protasciewicz, who was just sworn in and is expected to be impeached by the Republican State Assembly before she can even hear her first case. Why? Not because she committed high crimes and misdemeanors, but simply because she WON. By 11% of the vote or 200,000 votes. Wisconsin’s voters let the Governor and Legislature know our opinions and we gave them, by voting. Republicans want to keep gerrymandered maps and a 1849 law banning abortion so they want to impeach Judge Janet. They don’t have enough votes in the Senate to convict, but by impeaching her she’ll be sidelined from the bench, so it’ll go back to being a 3-3 court until the Democratic governor appoints another Judge, who the Assembly will impeach, and round and round we go.

The voters of Wisconsin elected Joe Biden president and, together with the legislature Donald Trump has made our lives miserable trying to steal the state back to his column. Today, I took the time to write our Assembly Speaker, to wit:

Letter to Robin Vos, Assembly Speaker, State of Wisconsin

I moved to Wisconsin, to a small Milwaukee apartment with rented furniture, for three months. That was twelve years ago. Having grown up off Lake Erie, it’s interesting to find myself late in life looking out my windows onto Lake Michigan. As a little girl I knew when the Bills missed out on the Playoffs, I always rooted for the Packers because they’re just like us!

Not so much. Never has my vote meant so little as here in Wisconsin…. I’m used to casting a balllot, having it tallied and waking up the next morning to find out who my next elected officials would be, except when I was working on a campaign and stayed up late at HQ to find out.

The Big Lie changed all that, and I’ve read that Donald Trump had been calling you regularly to get you to re-install him as president, however one “re-installs” a public official. Thanks for not doing it. Now it appears you have the chance to impeach Judge Janet Protasciewicz before she even hears a case. 

Judge Janet can be impeached by you and your Republican colleagues, but according to my reading, only for official misconduct, high crimes and treason. I don’t call being duly elected by the people of Wisconsin with a 200,000 vote margin any of those things.

I rarely offer Republicans advice, but here goes. Your people, which now includes me like it or not, have been in limbo since the 2020 election with fake electors (as yet unpunished) running around and any number of schemes to thwart a free and fair presidential election. Haven’t we been through enough? I would simply urge you to remember the oath you took and to try to see the world through the eyes of all your constituents, not just those who live in the red counties.

Do not take this unwise step  to dismiss the concerns of the State’s voters without even a whiff of impeachable offenses. Let this play out, it’s the grown-up thing to do. The maps may be drawn more fairly for everyone, and  a 1849 abortion law may be changed to one that more of your living citizens can approve.

When I used to write laws for the State of New York, I always came at it from a point of consensus. It was never “we’re gonna get them” because then when they’re in charge, all they’ll want to do is change it so it only benefits them, and my parents always taught me two wrongs don’t make a right. Please, sir, err on the side of reason and let the Supreme Court stand as elected by the people. Otherwise, who knows what will happen to Wisconsin in 2024 and beyond if the voters are not respected as your constituents.


That’s all for today, folks. Oh, please read the letter from the Presidential Libraries/Centers on Democracy, issued yesterday. Be a good citizen, vote and get involved! Dee

He Went To Paris

For decades, that’s been my favorite Jimmy Buffett song. It’s so poignant and with age, I understand it even better now. Farewell to an American music icon who was so much more that Margaritaville.

I loved his more hillbilly songs like Great Filling Station Holdup and Peanut Butter Conspiracy, before he went all island-y and was more in the Jerry Jeff Walker camp.

In the songwriter’s own words “some of it’s magic, some of it’s tragic, but I had a good life all the way.”

You will be missed. Fins way up! Dee