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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

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