Party Time at the White House

They’ve been having parties of all sorts at the White House for…well, for a long, long time, and I’m sure they’ll be having them long after I am gone.  But this one was different.  I was there.  To be accurate, my darling wife, about three hundred solid citizens (only a few of which I knew, and I were there.  This was one of several White House Christmas receptions in 2013, or maybe they now call them Holiday receptions in an effort to be perfectly politically correct.  Come to think of it, I did see a lot of Christmas trees, but I don’t remember seeing any angels.   I know for a fact that they also have at least one Hanukkah reception...

Dinner with Obama

Earlier this year, S. and I had dinner with the Barack Obama.  Well, he didn’t actually eat with us, but he was there while we were eating.  Actually, we weren’t eating when he was in the room with us, but we had finished our salad before he came in.  Never mind the details.  We met, spoke to, shook hands with, had our pictures taken with President Barack Obama and his lovely First Lady, Michelle (from whom I got a classic, big Michelle hug).  To say this was a high point in our political/social life would be a  understatement of indescribable dimensions.  You should view this in the context of knowing that I’m not a celeb kind of guy.  The...

Why I Will Vote for Obama Again

I’ll admit it.  I was in a funk at the close of the republican convention.  Laying aside the bizarre sight of my man Clint debating an empty chair, the repubs did a pretty good job.  In fact, they made Romney seem almost normal, as far as politicians go.  Yes, I know that his VP guy, Ryan, told some whoppers, but everyone expects that of pols.  I’m reminded of the old aphorism, “I’d never want to be a member of a club that would have me”.  In political speak, that translates to an equally pithy thought, “One should never vote for a politician that wants to be elected”.  Clearly, Romney wants to be elected.  Hells...

We Ain’t What We Was

I know one is not supposed to talk about race in polite company, but in this case the occasion demands it.  My darling wife (DW) and I, like millions of others, have been mesmerized by the run up of political events overwhelming the airways and media in general, and race has inevitably became a part of the conversation. To be perfectly honest, I did not decide to support Obama until the day before the primary.  I had been distracted by Hillary and others (good people all) presenting their own case for experience, etc., etc., etc.  I was watching one of the cable channels (certainly not FOX) interview a young arabic college student in one of the middle eastern...