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Al Capone once said, "You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone." Welcome to my corner of the blogosphere. Occasionally, I'll utter a kind word, but, remember, I'm always packing heat.
Friday, December 22, 2023
You're No Lincoln, Mr. Trump
Friday, December 15, 2023
The Nightmare Scenario: Donald J. Trump
When a Failed TV Talk Show Host Lands in the White House
Donald John Trump (born June 14, 1946, New York, New York) was the forty-fifth President of the United States. Trump portrays himself as the very definition of the American success story. Throughout his life he has continually, though sometimes falsely, promoted himself as the epitome of business and entrepreneurial excellence, with his interests in real estate, sports, and entertainment. His entry into politics and public service, powered by his carefully crafted TV persona, resulted in the Presidential victory in 2016.
After graduating from the Wharton School of Finance, Mr. Trump followed in his father’s footsteps as a real estate developer, and he entered the world of real estate development in New York. The Trump signature soon became synonymous with the most prestigious of addresses in Manhattan and subsequently throughout the world.
Mr. Trump announced his candidacy on June 16, 2015, and after seventeen Republican contenders suspended their campaigns, he accepted the Republican nomination for President of the United States in July of 2016. After a vigorous campaign that consisted of persistent attacks on his opponent Hillary Clinton, Mr. Trump won the election on November 8 of 2016. Though he preferred to view his victory as a landslide, citing the fact that he won over 2,600 counties nationwide, the most since President Reagan in 1984, the truth is he lost the popular vote to Clinton by 3 million votes.
Trump campaigned in places he knew Republicans have had difficulty winning like Flint, Michigan, charter schools in inner-city Cleveland, and Hispanic churches in Florida, never ceasing his attacks on Secretary Clinton. The strategy worked.
President Trump has been married to his third wife, Melania, for twelve years and they are parents to their son, Barron. Additionally, Mr. Trump has four adult children, Don Jr., Ivanka, Eric and Tiffany, and eight grandchildren.
From the beginning, the Trump Presidency was mired in scandal and controversy. Associates were indicted and some confessed to crimes during his first year. Many pundits doubted he would finish his term. On December 18, 2019, he was impeached by the House of Representatives for strong-arming the Ukranian Government to intercede in our election on his behalf thus becoming the third president in U.S. history to be so disgraced. Because the Republican majority in the Senate cast a blind eye on his crimes, he was not removed from office.
Throughout his term, he undermined confidence in the intelligence service, the Justice Department and the press. He opposed all who espoused opinions contrary to his own false and erratic narrative.
When he lost the 2020 election by a landslide, in his typical petty fashion, he claimed he was the victim of voter fraud and refused to admit defeat. He refused to allow his government to brief incoming Joe Biden's administration, thereby insuring against a smooth transition and putting the country in further jeopardy.>
On January 6th, 2021, energized by "The Big Lie" that the election had been stolen from Trump, a group of insurgents, incited by Mr. Trump and his associates, stormed the Capitol in an effort to stop the certification of the electoral votes. People died and the lives of members of congress, as well as Vice President Pence and his family, were threatened. The insurgents, following the lead of the out-going President, chanted "Hang Mike Pence" and constructed a mock gallows on the Capitol grounds.
As a result of his role in the vicious attacks, Trump was impeached for a second time. Though acquitted by a partisan senate, he was considered guilty in the eyes of the country. His legacy will be one of racism, bigotry, lawlessness, treason and, due to his inept handling of the corona-virus, a country crippled by a pandemic.
2023 found Trump assailed with an abundance of legal woes, including 90+ indictments. Even so, he remained the Republican Party's leading candidate for the Presidency. As always, his constant lying swayed a large part of the electorate who, unfortunately, fail to see through them.
Quotes
"It is what it is."
"Sometimes by losing a battle you find a new way to win the war."
"You have to think anyway, so why not think big?"
"Without passion you don't have energy, with out energy you have nothing."
"When somebody challenges you, fight back. Be brutal, be tough."
Noteworthy Sites
¹ Donald J. Trump - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Trump Cabinet
A Very Stable Genius: Donald J. Trump's Testing of America
Books by Donald J. Trump
Intimate Portrait of Donald J. Trump by his Niece
Reports on Trump at The Newyorker
Sunday, April 30, 2023
My Ancestors
Wednesday, April 5, 2023
Nurturing Racism by Ace Toscano
He never had an innocent encounter with a little black child by the swings of his local playground. Or by the water fountain. Or taking turns on the slide. Or on the see-saw. Without color being a thing. Just kids at play.
He didn't live around black people.
Black people didn't live around him.
The first time he saw a black person in the flesh was indelibly imprinted on his mind. They were out in the country, all piled into his father's two toned green '49 Chevy, taking one of those Sunday drives many people used to enjoy back in the early 1950's. They were passing an area he'd since learned to identify as “the onion fields” when one of his mother's sisters declared excitedly, “Look, there's a nigger.” Someone hushed her but someone else soon observed, “He's been out in the sun too long – he's burnt.” They all giggled.
His father turned to him as they sped by and swore an oath, “You'll never have to work in the fields like that.” It seemed he had high hopes for his son.
As he recalled that man, a shirtless giant, his black face and upper body glistening with sweat, standing a short way off the road, towering over their car, he was convinced that in reality on that fateful day he had been a much smaller distant figure.
Yet the impact he had had on his life was enormous.
Monday, January 9, 2023
Getting My Ass Back to Casper by Ace Toscano
My old man was always fussy about the process of shitting. I can't remember my toilet training, but I'm sure the psychologists would feast on the details. He did have several hard and fast rules about toilet paper usage which I've also managed to forget. When he was near the end, dying of cancer, the hospice people put one of those white plastic potties alongside his hospital bed so he wouldn't have to make the journey across the hall to the bathroom every time he had to relieve himself or move his bowels. We had a procedure. He would indicate to me he wanted to use the potty. I would go to the side of the bed, extend my index fingers to him, then, after he took one in each hand, pull him up to a sitting position as he swung his legs off the side of the bed. I'd help him over to the potty, then leave him to it. We'd done it many times during the four months I'd been there and it had become a smooth operation.
But one day, after he had moved his bowels he asked me to wipe his ass. This was something new. He had never asked this of me before so I was understandably taken aback, yet feeling charitable at that particular moment, I figured what the hell and decided to give it the old college try. Unfortunately, I had never wiped anyone's ass before so I had no idea where to start or in which direction to go. It wasn't as if somewhere along the line I had taken a tutorial on how to properly wipe someone else's ass. My indecision and hesitation pissed him off – he'd never been a patient man – and he rather viciously tore the toilet paper out of my hand and completed the process himself. As I took his offering across the hall and flushed it down the toilet, I couldn't help laughing. Here he was, near death, still being the same nasty and abusive shit he'd always been.
“Wipe your own ass, you old fuck,” I thought but didn't say. There wouldn't have been any sense in that – he didn't have much time left anyway.
Funny thing about my situation was that I had spent my whole childhood avoiding him and my entire adulthood escaping him. You might think that Casper, Wyoming was far enough away from Long Island to give me the peace I craved, the peace I deserved, but turned out it wasn't. Sure, he couldn't drop by in his car, though he did do that once with horrific results, yet, as much as I wanted to be free of him, he couldn't bring himself to fucking leave me alone. He insisted on calling me every Saturday like clockwork. I dreaded the ringing of the phone and I dreaded the sound of his voice. It always struck me like a gut punch. But I always spoke to him because I knew my mother wanted me to. Even so, our conversations consisted of meaningless chatter. I didn't want to know what he was up to and, not wanting to prolong the call, I wasn't about to tell him what was going on in my life. Still, the calls kept coming.
A few months back, my aunts – my mother's sisters – started calling to tell me my mother needed help taking care of the old man and that my brother, Roger, who I liked to refer to as “Roger the Lodger” since he was 40 and still living home, wouldn't pitch in at all. Ironically, when the old man did expire and people praised me for having cared for him those final months, Roger, clad in his red MAGA cap, told anyone willing to listen that he would've helped if I hadn't come home and taken over. I even heard my mother defend him to somebody one day with the same line of shit but by that time all I cared about was getting home to my wife and our favorite stretch of fly fishing water so I let it slide.
The church service was unremarkable but when we got to the cemetery things turned into a real shit show when Roger's girlfriend, Rhonda, threw herself on the casket. I don't know if it was spontaneous or if Roger had convinced her to do it. It wouldn't have been hard since she was simpler than a two piece jigsaw puzzle. Ironically, despite her huge sense of loss, the old man had disliked her and always referred to her as “the idiot.”
If, in the telling, I have sounded a wee bit irreverent that's not accidental. The old man was a brutal, abusive bastard. He liked to kick my mother and shove her through the cellar door and lock it. I can still here her pleading softly so the other people in the duplex wouldn't hear, “Tony, please, please let me out. Let me out, Tony, please.” Eventually, it would fall on me to let her out. If he was still in the kitchen, she'd scamper away until it was safe.
As you might suspect, he kicked the shit out of me, too, whenever he got the chance, hence the eternal resentment.
One day when I was sixteen I had finally had enough. He was chasing my mother around the dining room table, gritting his teeth, snarling, his face dripping sweat, when I stepped in between them, raised my fists and told him to cut the fuckin' shit. For weeks afterward, my mother told me I had hurt his feelings and urged me to apologize. That never happened and, frankly, I was disappointed that she wanted me to.
Anyway, I never wanted anything to do with him which is why I moved to Wyoming and, now that he was safely in the ground, wasn't going to waste any time getting my ass back to Casper.
The End
Tuesday, January 3, 2023
Sins of the Grandfather by Ace Toscano
Monday, December 19, 2022
A MEAN MAN NAMED HO by Ace Toscano
Lived reindeer and elves and a mean man named Ho.
This Ho owned a mill there that turned trees into lumber,
And in it elves slaved with no breaks for slumber.
And the lot of the reindeer who pulled sleighs was no better --
Hauling lumber and trees through all kinds of weather.
And when they grew tired, mean Ho urged them along
With his whip and his club, while he sang them this song.
"Turn trees into lumber, and lumber to gold.
'Twill be a gift for my children when I'm frail and old."
But the Ho's had no children and because they were barren,
Ho frightened his workers with anger and swearin'.
And just when the elves thought things couldn't get worse,
A star appeared in the sky. Said Ho, "Must be a curse!"
It seemed he was right for when next day rolled around
The snow was all melted. His operations shut down.
"Twill remain thus," he said, "till that star goes away."
So, he set off on foot the very next day
Toward the south, 'cause that's where the new star was glowing
And it would have to be doused before the snow would start snowing,
And the elves could start sawing, and the reindeer their hauling,
And gold coins for Ho's children-to-be would start falling.
"Don't waste your time partying while I'm gone away --
Sharpen the saws and clean all the sleighs.
And, if you don't heed my words, I want you to know
I've left my club and my whip with my wife, Mrs. Ho."
The elves all acted frightened and promised to mind,
Knowing Mrs. Ho wouldn't hurt them -- she was gentle and kind.
So, when Ho hit the trail with his provision-filled sack,
The elves whipered at once, "Hope he never comes back."
O'er mountains, through valleys, along craggy ravines,
Across rivers and deserts and glorious scenes,
Ho plodded and plodded, just one purpose in mind --
To all the world's wonders, he remained indifferent and blind.
With one exception, of course, the new snow-melting star
Which he swore to pursue "Till I put out its fire."
Marching on, he shunned people who lived 'long the route
Because none were the sort who'd help put the star out.
"It's really quite nice," one fellow did say.
And another, "I hope it won't e'er go away!"
"Well, that star isn't nice, but how would you know,
The blasted creation hasn't melted your snow,
Or stopped your elves from sawing, your reindeer from hauling,
Or caused the gold for your children-to-be to stop falling."
Now, he had always believed he'd be a father one day,
But walking on, step by step, Ho felt his faith slip away.
Though his legs became weary, his boots turned to lead,
He strode on till the star hung right overhead.
As he pondered techniques for yanking it down,
From a boulder, near by, came a sweet, pleasing sound.
Looking up, Ho was struck by an unusual sight --
Not child, not bird, yet winged and all white.
"Come follow, dear Ho," the winged creature did sing.
"You've been brought here to see the newly born King."
"Is this King responsible for that star?" asked mean Ho.
When the creature said yes, Ho responded, "Let's go."
Now, he truly intended to lay down the law,
But his intentions all vanished when he saw what he saw --
A babe in a manger dressed in swaddling clothes
And kings at his feet, their tributes stacked and in rows.
Ho knelt down and wept without realizing why,
And was grateful the snow-melting star was on high.
"I must go home to fetch for this King all my gold."
That's when the babe touched and blessed Ho we are told.
"What a fool I have been to grumble and whine.
Hence forth, all the world's children will truly be mine."
Yes, that's how we got Santa, and as all of you know,
When he recalls his old mean self, he laughs, "Ho, ho, ho!"
And elves no longer tremble when e'er he comes near,
Instead they sing louder and smile ear to ear.
"Change meaness to love and love into toys,
Make this Christmas merry for all girls and boys."
THE END