The Ties of Trump

I’ve had this post in mind for years.  Well, maybe not years, but certainly for months or days.  I was finally motivated to act (or write) by being scooped by none other than that liberal rag, The New York Times.  A presumably professional journalist named Richard Thompson Ford published on Feb. 10, 2017, an article entitled “The Ties That Blind.”  I know you’ll agree with me that this is a really weak title…and beyond that, his piece was shot through with mistakes.  He starts out by saying that Trump cannot tie a necktie properly.  Hah!  Now I’m certainly not a Trumpy, but I know a well-tied four-in-hand when I see one. And...

How to Confirm a Supreme Court Nominee

I can safely predict that you will be more than sick and tired of originalism / textualism / strict constructionism / original intent / original meaning and judicial activism by the time that Trump’s first Supreme Court nominee, Neil Gorsuch, has been dispatched – or not – as the newest member of the Court for Life.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to try to persuade you one way or the other with respect to Mr. Gorsuch.  And it may come as some surprise to those of you who have rightly identified me as a left leaning, progressive Democrat of the rascal, yeller dog variety, that I believe the prez should be given quite a wide latitude...

I Lead Two Lives

Under Construction-to be competed soon Remember the old kitschy spy series, in which the lead character was a normal citizen, spy and double agent…yeah, I thought so.  It dealt with the complexities of life that demanded the behavior of a regular joe, a communist spy, and an FBI counter spy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting that my life which has devolved to life in the big city and life in the country is fraught with similar complexities.  Not by a long stretch.  Although, it does have its moments. My plan was to live, more or less in equal parts, in our condo in Dallas county and our farm in Fannin county.  Actually, that’s not...

Why I Would Never Vote for Trump.

I’m sure that the last thing any of you, discerning readers, want is more, any more, about the presidential election, or Hillary or the Trumpster. And yes, I know that I promised that my last posting on him would be my last. But like most politicians, I lied. I cannot help myself. I recently read an interesting piece by a reporter for that reportedly liberal rag, The New York Times, wherein he posed a question to himself. It went something like this, “Will I be able to explain to my kids that I did all that I could to make sure Trump did not become president?” For those like me who are aghast at even the remote possibility of Trump as the...

The Trump Phenomena Explained

This is what you’ve all been waiting for.  A succinct (and plausible) explanation of why a significant slice of our citizens are willing to not only stand in line for a Trump event, but to actually pull the lever, or punch the ticket in a voting booth for The Donald.  I will remind you that I’m not a newcomer to the Trump discussion, nor am I in the least an unprejudiced reporter of things Trump.  Please see my previous posting Bloviator-in-Chief to validate my credentials in that regard.  I woke up from a fitful sleep the other night at the tailend of a nightmare in which President Trump was giving his first State of the Union speech, and had just...

For the Long Haul

Slightly over fifty-one years ago I was standing stiffly at a church altar in a small Southern Baptist church in Waco, Texas.  I was resplendent in my $29.00 black H.I.S. suit adorned by a drooping white corsage.  Yes, of course, my beautiful bride-to-be was there as well.  We were there together at the departure point for a marital journey of unknown character and duration.  My pulse rate was in in the red zone, and the preacher might as well have been speaking in tongues.  Presumably, I did repeat after him the marriage vows and did not drop the cheap wedding band that we had bought on layaway at Nathan’s Jewelers in San Angelo.  Thus our marriage was...