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Oysters

No, not the bivalves. Though I love them. I’m talking about “the world is my oyster” and the dangers of naming as general manager of the world’s largest grocery chain a man who has evidently never been to a grocery store.

My grandfather was a carpenter, a handyman, a fix-it guy. He replicated an 18th century workbench that he left my dad, along with all his tools. When I was growing up, Dad went to the hardware store in our small village to get washers or brads or something he needed for a project.

Dad didn’t follow in his father’s footsteps, instead became the first to go to college and go on to get his doctorate and become a college president and many other things. As an adult, one day I took him to the new Home Depot and he was flabbergasted by the range of stuff one could buy. All right there, under one roof! Wow! He had no idea.

Donald Trump has probably always had a full larder, filled by servants. He never had to look at the price of anything or decide a week’s meals on a budget. The fact that he only equates beef and bacon as “groceries” demonstrates only his mastery of a fast food menu.

Now, he’s been elected general manager of the largest grocery store in the world. He has no clue that the bacon and beef he’s so fond of come from farms. That only two countries in the world can successfully grow vanilla beans, an item practically every country in the world wants and needs. Or that it’s tough to grow great coffee beans and aside from Hawaii, the USA can’t produce enough to satisfy a nation with a coffee crush. Bigly. More than his affection for Diet Coke.

This might explain why he wants to give every Greenlander $100K to switch allegiance from Greenland to the USA. He only wants to give Americans a $1K cash award instead of health insurance that won’t even cover a month’s premium, wait, it’s not even allowed to be used to pay the premium, only out-of-pocket costs which will cost more than that if your kid breaks his finger playing hoops with his buddies in your driveway.

What’s on the menu today, Stephen Miller? Greenland? Panama? How about Canada, gotta get me some maple syrup for those pancakes. Nicaragua, nah that’s so last week. The oil companies can fight that out, “my” military did what I wanted so now everyone’ll play ball. I need a new shiny object for today. Whose lives can I ruin today, Stephen?

This week I’m using the last greens from a frozen garden to make a vegetable soup with farro, frozen tomatoes from the summer crop, and a couple cans of cheap Navy beans that have been in the pantry for a while. Trump has someone buy him a steak, cook it and he never sees the prep, cooking, clean-up or leftover management operation. It’s “one and done.” Out of sight, out of mind.

Trump tweets and others spend months planning to decapitate a despotic regime, invading another country’s inviolable territory to benefit his mega-donors. Then he has a party to watch the invasion on TV, brags about it at a press conference, and now his wiki bio is padded with “Acting President of Venezuela.”

Done, what’s on today’s agenda, Stephen? Let’s go to a small town in Iowa and roust people out of bed in the middle of the night and shoot them if they ask to put on clothes before they’re stuffed by masked men into an unmarked vechicle and deported to El Salvador without so much as a phone call.

Fellow Americans, we are all in the crosshairs now. Literally. ICE is not just after violent criminals who are in the USA illegally. They’re the tail-light police, the free speech police and they won’t take no in terms of a valid US passport for an answer. One wrong move and you’re shot in the face for shopping at Home Depot. And over your dead body they’ll swear that you were a socialist lefty pig who is part of a large anarchic conspiracy to make one Donald J Trump look bad.

I recall going to Mass as a child after Vatican II, when we stood, looked to our left and to our right, reached out with our hand and gave the sign of peace. Now is the time for Americans to look out our doors, smile at our neighbors and share a sign of peace. We’re in this together, all races, creeds and sexual orientations. This is our clarion call. We’re better than what the Trump regime thinks we are. We’re smarter, tougher and have the Constitution and laws of the land in our favor. We’re Americans. Call your Senators and Representatives and say as they did in “Network,” “I’m mad as Hell and I’m not going to take it anymore.” Yours in freedom, Dee

“I Lift My Lamp

beside the golden door.” The New York Harbor is, along with Ellis Island, what was first seen by many of our ancestors as they traveled to this promised land. The tired, poor huddled masses yearning to breathe free remember the welcoming figure who stood gloriously in the harbor, our Statue of Liberty. The Emma Lazarus poem is at its base, The New Colossus.

Ours is a nation of immigrants, and now the perfectionist a***es who want an Aryan “Christian” authoritarian nation want only “heritage Americans” to be here.

As a politician running for office in a democracy, it’s tough to sell Stephen Miller’s version of America and get elected. I’ve read that Mr. Miller wants only one hundred million of us 330 million Americans to actually belong and remain here. Thanks to Donald Trump, a supine Republican Congress and backwardly (and monetarily) motivated Supreme Court he may get his wish, if we don’t stop him.

Thanks to the Big Awful Bill, Trump’s now got his secret Gestapo, disapearring thousands without Constitutional protections. He’s deporting us, starving us (SNAP), cutting off our access to health care (Medicaid, Medicare) and vaccines that have prevented nasty diseases for decades. They’re polluting our air and water, and not providing aid (FEMA) in natural disasters that are compounded by climate change. Oops, the scary weather thingie that doesn’t exist.

Still, getting rid of 200 million of us without us knowing about it is a challenge. Am I a Heritage American? No-one knows. Like “woke,” it’s in the eye of the eye of the beholder. Let’s see, my mother had a Green Card for fifty years. Parents Brit/Irish and French-Canadian. Father born in US from German and Swiss parents. Sounds suspect, especially as one side was Catholic, the other Lutheran. I’m a mutt, for sure, but always an American.

Let’s beat this, together. The only true native Americans are, well, Native Americans. The rest of us came from elsewhere. My grandfather escaped Hitler’s brownshirts in the 1920’s. Let’s stop these Nazis. Dee

White House Walk of Shame

President #48 Walk of Fame to Oval Office, redesignation of TRUMP PLAQUE

Framed Photo: Trump condoms “I’m Huuuuuge!

Donald J Trump was elected twice. A convicted sexual predator, he sullied the nation by being the first White House occupant convicted of multiple (34) felonies, who encouraged his children to follow his example by shaking down world leaders and rich folks with business before the U.S. government for money to vastly enrich his family personally; thus contravening our Constitution, laws and presidential norms.

He proudly brought overt hatred of everyone not a rich, white, heterosexual, Republican, Christian male into the White House and therefore, American revisionist history. His abject loathing of all (but subservient) women, Blacks, minorities, the disabled, veterans and all Democrats was foisted on the American people as acceptable and desired behavior.

Notoriously thin-skinned as  late-in-life politician, he spent most of his second term exacting retribution against anyone who might have once crossed his path and irked him in any way. Military heroes, astronauts, comedians, no-one was safe from his IRS, DOJ, Pentagon, mortgage lending arms or FCC. Entire states were denied federal funds because they had a Democrat as a governor, and he took great pride in his efforts to divide our country against itself

He brought his real estate expertise to bear, changing Washington, D.C. regardless of zoning laws, historical considerations, funds needed or how his changes affected the American people who own all these structures. His particular style blends rococo and tyrant chic and while he would never admit to having been inspired by anyone, his muses include worldwide wrestling, Liberace and in his “Je ne sais quoi” attitude, Marie Antoinette.

Early influences were mob lawyer Roy Cohn and the most notorious pedophile the world has ever known, Jeffrey Epstein, he knew in his “gut” to only learn from the best. Known for rewarding loyalty over competence, both his terms courted disaster for the nation’s democracy and rule of law.

To experience Trump’s Washington, visit the newly-gilded Trump-Washington monument, the Trumponian Institution (formerly the Smithsonian) and the Arc de Trump. The Trump Ballroom, his signature work, was nearing completion when a giant sinkhole suddenly ate it, all 875,000 sf of it. The current administration has invited all Americans who have lost their Medicare, Medicaid and SNAP benefits to pan for gold in the sinkhole (all the gilded Oval Office decorations were tossed in for good measure). When every last shred of gold is gone, the former East Wing will be rebuilt under the guidance of historic preservationists and a Blue Ribbon panel of former First Ladies.

Health Care Crisis

Here’s a letter I just sent my Congressman (my senators are useless). If you feel the same way, feel free to use parts of it as needed.

Dear Sir:

First of all, thank you for voting to release the Epstein files. These survivors were not molested by Republicans or Democrats, but by rich, entitled men (and Ms. Maxwell) who have been accustomed to having a lifetime of transgressions swept under the rug. It’s nice to know that there is some common ground inside the Beltway.

That said, I know that President Trump hates “Obamacare” and wants to kill any idea that particular president put forth. My answer? Fix it, don’t kill it.

[Insert personal – fact-based and apolitical – reason why this issue is important to you and your family. I used availability and affordability, plus loss in a poor county of both Medicaid and SNAP which are relied upon heavily here, that my husband and I will make it through but many here won’t, and that when housing and food are issues one $2K check from the government is not going to go to preventive health care.]

You know these people depend on you. The vast majority of them voted for you. Please don’t leave them behind.

Finding fixes to the ACA or a full-scale replacement requires time, dedication and honest conversations across the aisle. Unless and until Congress is willing to do that, please extend the subsidies. The ACA was years in the making and required a sustained, concerted effort by many talented government folks. A quick fix in terms of a $2K check would be an insult to the people who depend on you and your colleagues to do the best for us, the citizens of the great state of Texas.

Thank you.

Respectfully,

Our House

Our house

Was a very very fine house

Til Trump knocked it all down

Don’t even have a ball gown

Now everything’s so tacky

Because of him

History

Means nothing to a tyrant

Who forgets that it’s OUR House

And he’s only a tenant

Now it’s a gold ballroom

Because of him

Our house

First a coup then a lawsuit

Thinks we owe him $230 mil

For that and stolen secrets as well

But he’s tearing down the people’s house

This is Our House

# # #

This is our president, who launched a meme of himself in a fighter jet, wearing a crown and dropping diarrhea on 7 million American protestors. Yes, a president of the United States of America. I think we don’t return his security deposit on the White House. I think a $1 billion refurbished jet and a $230 million “tip” to the American people might suffice, for now. Plus tens of millions in golf fees and billions in illegal crypto gains. Any thoughts? Dee

Contagion

Taken one way that’s a bad thing. Like my spending five years, successfully, avoiding contracting COVID-19, through PPE then vaccines and boosters. Now while I have my booster, my husband needs a prescription to get his.

In a positive light, contagion can have a good meaning, such as:

Ideas, here’s a small one. My m-i-l grows a garden every Spring. This year’s crop was so successful I suggested a Fall garden and she said no. I planted just greens, especially as my first try at growing Lacinato kale, black kale aka cavolo nero, was ingested in total by cabbage worms while they left the other kales, cabbages and chard alone. A few weeks later I had seedlings and m-i-l said, how about some radishes? So now she’s added more chard, plus broccoli and cauliflower and this weekend wants to add more radishes and greens. Ideas are contagious!

Hope, in that small, sometimes revolutionary ideas, might someday see the light of day. Over my adult lifetime I’ve been placed on boards and advisory committees only to come up with something different that was politically daring at the time, too much so for the powers that be. Years later I find out that City Planning was in the archives and found this remarkable idea to leverage California’s small-town I-5 like the renowned Route 66. Now it’s their idea, but I know it just had to germinate for a couple of decades before someone found it again. Contagion and hope, a winning combination. Which leads to…

Courage, and my 67th birthday gift to myself. Yesterday I joined the No Kings Protest in a small red city in a big red state. There were only about 100 of us who weathered the literal storm (thunder and lightning plus downpour on me and my Ambassadog, as we had to wait an hour afterward to be picked up by my husband). He said he’d “let” me go after we drove past and saw it was a bunch of older folks and families. I replied “I didn’t ask you for permission, dear.” He was convinced that even if participants had no weapons, this is a concealed carry state and he pictured MAGA snipers on surrounding rooftops. I did secretly bring an old cloth COVID mask and saline solution for teargas, but we ended up with just two bored local police officers. Ambassadog Principessa Lulu jumped up to hug one of them (she’s 35 lbs.) and I apologized, he said no problem and petted her. There were no incidents, just two vets yelling at other to “get lost” for a moment, then nothing untoward. Organizers stepped right in and diffused the situation. I was offered a ride home by several participants but “home” was a 30 minute drive so I declined to accept. One gave me her plastic rain poncho, which helped considerably. Now I read that there were over 7 million participants nationwide. It was important to me to go because I love my country and believe in the Constitution and rule of law. I’d like to have a country to celebrate next year, lest I need to move to Canada to avoid prosecution for standing in a local park wearing a No Kings bandanna with my fellow No Kings Ambassadog.

Keep the faith! In democracy we trust, Dee

Peace At Any Price

I commend the choice of Ms. Machado for the Nobel Peace Prize. There is a vast difference in wanting peace and solely wanting a peace prize.

Ms. Machado is a champion of her people, trying to bring democracy to a dictatorship while hiding in fear for her life. No doubt the prize money will be used to help in her herculean efforts.

Donald Trump wants the Nobel Peace Prize for any number of reasons, the ones I can think of offhand are that: Obama has one; he wants another picture on his wall and if the prize is not solid gold, to gild it so it’s a matching set with all his other Oval Office tchotchkes; and he wants to be able to say that the Nobel Committee supports with its “sponsorship” his tacky ginormous ballroom that 99.9% of Americans will never see, and that has no place on the White House grounds.

Lasting peace is something world leaders (many not elected) work tirelessly to attain, then to keep. Trump sees it as a five minute effort with perhaps a handshake and details to be ironed out later, that includes a big personal pot of gold for him and his equally greedy family.

“Winning” a Nobel Peace Prize while bombing countries, also boats in international waters, unconstitutionally tossing out the U.S. Constitution when it’s nettlesome (habeas corpus, free speech) and instilling fear in Americans everywhere apparently doesn’t fly with the Nobel powers that be. Bullying and outright lobbying for the honor is tacky and beneath the office of the presidency. So does alienating our neighbors and other allies, and leaving sick and hungry people in poor countries to die of disease and starvation after years of consistent support. Our president demeans our great nation and all Americans when he acts this way.

He’s not in it for the peace, he’s only in it for a prize. What a shame. Namaste, Dee

The One-Two Punch

Way to go, POTUS and Senor War! I couldn’t have directed it better myself. You told all those woke military brass a thing or two. Of course they were all doing standing ovations in their heads, ready to pull out the MAGA hats and signs and cry for POTUS to be elected God or at least Pope.

Here’s my takeaway:

  1. Opening act, War Department. Sayonara Geneva Convention, no rules of engagement against unwarranted brutality in the warplace. Rape, pillage and plunder all you want and there will be no dire consequences because there will be no whistleblowers allowed.
  2. The Headliner. POTUS wants to test these newly-lethal, perfectly coiffed warriors by ATTACKING THE AMERICAN PEOPLE. At home. Safe in their beds with their children in the bedrooms next door. Don’t worry, they’re only going to kill Democrats, unless there’s a mistake, in which case revert to #1.

Oh, then there’s the other reason our Warfighters-In-Chief were brought in from ’round the world. They and all their warfighters must look good on camera at all times, whether gunning down entire families on the streets of Chicago (for speaking Spanish) or picking up trash on the side of the road in Portland. Perhaps all the Generals and Admirals are now getting their own makeup rooms à la Senor War. for attending this shindig. It’s only fitting. This land is our land, people. I see peaceful demonstrations and a resurgence of the anti-war folk songs of yesteryear that inspired our generation. Dee

Free Speech

I recently read an article (Cara Anthony – KFF News) about a young Black man who was shot in the head, operated on, then his family was pressured to donate his organs. On the operating table after being rolled through the hospital corridors on a hero’s walk to celebrate his selfless donation, his neurosurgeon burst in and told the doctors to take him off the table. He was alive, and is today, several years later, is married, a musician with young children. His first-year neurosurgeon, Dr. Zohny, is now working to “quantify consciousness” so that these mistakes are no longer made.

This article shook me to my core, as it could have been me. A year before this young man’s traumatic brain injury, I suffered one myself. After my craniotomy, I remained in a coma for a full month.

During that time I had dreams of jumping upwards from shard to triangular shard of familiar works of art and stained glass to reach a light above. Also of “field trips” to exotic destinations that always ended up at what seemed like my concrete block college dorm room. My mother-in-law was staying with my husband and was at the hospital one day when she saw signs of more than a vegetative state (she’s now a retired RN) as they were giving up on me. The last thing I remember is an empty grey space and my saying to myself “I can’t go now, I have too much shit to do!” I recall those words exactly.

Once awake, there was a long way to go but worst for me is that I had a tracheotomy tube and could not speak. My husband said that the accident forced a Ctrl-Alt-Del of my brain and I had to learn everything all over again. He learned to remove the trach for a few seconds at a time so I could say a few words.

I’d been trapped in my mind for weeks, unable to escape. Then, when I awakened I was learning again what I wanted and needed to say, and was unable to do so.

When Scarlett O’Hara stood up with her fist in the air and said “as God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again” I’ll never be silent again, no matter what anyone tells me. So go ahead, I’m retired so you can’t fire me or take my Social Security.

We have a huge problem in this country, and we’ve voted for him to be our president twice. The problem? Once elected he failed in every way to fulfill his oather of office. He only represents the half of Americans who voted for him, despises the rest of us and wants us all declared enemies of the State.

I never knew much about Charlie Kirk, only disagreed with the hatred he showed America and Americans that he despised for their gender, color or sexual orientation. His death at the hands of a mentally unstable individual is heinous and my thoughts go out to his wife and family. But his death is not my fault, or that of of Democrats or progressive organizations or the media or late night comics.

Efforts by Donald Trump and MAGA to blame all of us and threaten loss of free speech and funding to voice our discontent over his wackadoodle policies is against our Constitution and laws.

I was born into and will hopefully die in the United States of America, which cherishes free speech and the rule of law. I will not be a second-class citizen because I’m a woman and a senior citizen. I know what it’s like to be stifled inside, unable to get out of my own brain because of too many presciription medications administered to me in the hospital by knowledgeable physicians.

Do you know why I think I was saved, besides my neurosurgeon, his terrific PA Kyle (thanks, Kyle), my husband and his mother? I’m white, and I had excellent private health insurance. My husband recalls sitting in the ER, filling out forms then waiting. Staff was looking for a name to call, muttering no insurance, medicaid…. AETNA! Yep, they called on him first.

There are so many things that Trump has already ruined that will take us years to regain, as it did me and my wonderful brain (thank you, Auntie L, the HS English teacher who taught me words no-one else knew, especially my rehab therapists) and motor skills. But we can do it. Not without the free speech our Constitution guarantees, however.

Donald Trump is the biggest bully we’ll ever know, but he’s a bully, and bullies are by nature cowards. The more we obey in advance his directives, the more he’ll try to get away with. He’s already going to leave the White House billions richer because no-one is enforcing laws on the books keeping him from doing so. We don’t want a dictator or king. We need a president and Congress who remembers that they’re elected by us, we, the people. Dee

Another School Shooting

with a couple of twists. First, the target, a speaker instead of random students. Second, the Keystone Kops response.

Yes, a non-elected political personage was shot and killed. It should not have happened in such an “enlightened” society as ours, except that our gun laws are incredibly lax and allow those with criminal or crazy impulses to easily acquire firearms.

Second, the response was a lesson in how NOT to conduct an investigation. Instead we got an audition for a painfully inept cop show with the FBI director submitting a demo tape for the role of local police chief. And, not to be left out, POTUS himself submitting a demo for police department spokesperson. One writer said that Kash Patel swooped in to impress his “audience of one.” Said author did not say that this is exactly what Dear Leader wants! As a matter of fact, POTUS wanted to get to the mic first.

Then, back in his seat as POTUS Donald Trump maligned the entire half of the country’s active voters who didn’t vote for him, threatened all our first amendment rights (and the right to work and live in our communities) in favor of the second amendment to hunt us down, fire us and kick us off social media for life.

Everyone knows when there’s a disaster, the locals come first and investigate the crime or get on top of the severe weather situation and take care of the survivors of both human-caused and other situations. Similarly, it is also common knowledge that doctors are cautioned, even prohibited, from treating family and friends in order to keep strong emotions at bay.

Now when on a deserted isle and a loved one is bitten by a poisonous snake, the doctor has to act. And when the family returns home safe and sound, no medical board is going to take the doc’s license. Here, in an assassination situation that to this point is a local and state issue, not a federal one, it’s time for POTUS and FBI to step back and let the professionals do what they do best.

What I want from my president in, say, a global pandemic, is to assure the people that he is going to find the problem, get his best people on it and fix it. In the meantime he wants us to stay safe by doing A, B and C. Not to say, if you get the plague and your neighbor is a Democrat, go visit him right away and get his whole family sick. Then I’ll give you the antidote but not them. That way we’ll win the next election and anoint my family as royalty and no longer have elections. And that pesky Constitution can go the way of the dodo.

But what does POTUS do? Ask for millions to beef up his security and, presumably, that of the few federal judges he still likes. Not call for putting down arms or the need for peaceful dialogue, instead let’s kill the bastids and make sure all Democratic donors are shut down so the money is turned off for my opponents and everything will always and forever be about me me me me me.

And Congress? They now want millions for personal security as well, because people don’t like that the Republican trifecta just stole their bank accounts and made sure their children could never afford college or a home of their own. “We can’t hold town halls because people yell at us! They must be paid by George Soros to be here!” We need 24/7 security teams.”

What has changed since last Wednesday? A man was killed, and his killer will go on trial and he’ll probably be jailed for the rest of his long life, setting an appropriate example for others who might be contemplating their own 15 minutes of fame. Law enforcement did their job. The criminal justice system will do the rest. It’s time to turn down the heat, people. Fewer guns, not more. Talk, not violence. To ALL our elected representatives: take stock; be rational; be calm; call for unity and understanding; and, breathe…..

We are the people of the United States of America. We can, and must, do better. All of us. My thoughts go out to yet another grieving family. Dee