Childless adults have always made everybody uncomfortable

I should know. For whatever reasons, I never had children. So, sue me.

And now this private matter has become a scolding stick by the political Right. When my colleagues find out I do not have children, their reaction has always been first one of sympathy and second a remark meant to be comforting, like “You’re better off.” Then they tell me the problems they’re having with their adolescents, serious ordeals I’m glad I don’t have to deal with. Child rearing is the hardest job in the world, I think we all can agree. After all, Oprah Winfrey (also childless) said it several times on her TV show. As a teacher, I suppose I know a lot more about kids and teens than my childless contemporaries who work in occupations that do not involve dealing with kids on a daily basis.

But more than one school principal has asked me point blank, “Are you a parent?” Like this means anything. The implication being that only parents make the best teachers. Allow me this one brutally honest clarification: Teaching and Parenting are not the same thing.

In fact, my feminist sisters assured me that a prospective boss or employer cannot ask our (women’s) parental status. They said it’s downright illegal. Nevertheless, it happens. Still. And come on, get over it. That boat has sailed. Maybe my figure looks like a woman who’s bore a few children. So it’s an assumption … made only by male supervisors. What’s up with that? Women supervisors never ask me if I have children. And male supervisors never ask men if they’re parents. So, childless is a sexist adjective. It is intentionally meant to insult and break us presumed emotionally frail women who’ve never reproduced. There was a time when people felt sorry for women who never had children or couldn’t have children. Those days are gone. Ehhh, we don’t need their pity anyway.

And that’s another problem with the Right: Women like me, who’ve never given live birth, aren’t ‘Marilyn Monroe’ about it. We’re not all emotionally broken, harboring a deep secret sorrow throughout our entire lives, on the verge of tears, feeling incomplete as women because we never became mothers. Instead, we carry on as career women (who are, more often than not, also mothers). Not having children is sad to a point, but in this country, I thought, work and career are most important. Look at how the U.S. treats mandatory time off after giving birth, still letting each business call the shots by offering a few weeks to a few months—then it’s get back to work. Compare with Germany that provides both mothers and fathers up to three years off after the birth of a baby. Now as a teacher, I can attest, that’s more like it. The first three years of a child’s life are the most important in overall emotional, physical and psychological development. The U.S. is so far behind on this human right.

They made Murphy Brown have a baby

The difference between women and men is we have a biological clock. Tick tock. Tick tock. We’re keenly aware of the best age to reproduce (our 20s). And if we miss it, it’s gone. Only the wealthy have access to additional methods to try to create a new life, one being in vitro fertilization. But wait, the Right has problems with that method (because it involves abortion).

A couple of decades ago, it was a woman’s choice to reproduce or not. There are many reasons why some women don’t have a baby already. Has the Right forgotten about genetics, miscarriages, still births, and myriad things that can go wrong with mother and/or unborn baby during pregnancy? Pregnancy is all about the gray in life, the uncertainties, never the assurance of a perfect healthy baby. It is a huge risk for some women. To know each woman’s reason for not having children would be heartbreaking—to people who have hearts.

When I was a single career gal in my 20s and 30s, I watched TV shows with characters relating to my lifestyle, like “Seinfeld,” “Cheers” and “Murphy Brown.” The latter intrigued me because I was a news reporter, and Murphy Brown was a TV journalist based in Washington, D.C. She was the consummate career woman who worked her way up from the 1960s covering every kind of story, mostly politics. But way after she was in her 40s, she became pregnant. And she made the decision to not marry the father but have the baby. It was a decision heard round the world because Vice President Dan Quayle made a big Republican deal about it, calling this decision, by a fictitious TV sitcom’s character, inappropriate and falsely influencing young girls to do the same. (Almost half of all American girls and women who give birth are unmarried, and it’s been this way since the 1980s.)

The “Murphy Brown” premise didn’t wash with me either. I knew the network suits made TV’s Murphy Brown have a baby to bring a contrived family angle. It was like the baby didn’t belong in Murphy’s world of political banter, investigative journalism, and high-pressure national TV news. It was strange. Yet most of my work colleagues in the news biz had children, managed to do their jobs and raise kids. If it were me, I don’t know what I would have done. But that was and still is how I’ve always seen my life and careers: as a service to mankind because I don’t have children.

In closing, let me point out the one fact that has been unspoken in American politics since the Clinton administration: Teen pregnancy is the number one reason for lifelong poverty. And it’s generational: A teen mother who has a child she cannot afford often becomes a grandmother of her teen daughter’s child that they both can’t afford, and so on. See, not every female will opt for abortion even if it’s legal. But the majority of teen mothers will remain in poverty for the rest of their lives. Their opportunities are few, their future bleak, their self-worth diminished. This is true for both mother and child(ren). Poor kids are the ones I teach.

It’s a lot to ask of every woman in this country: Get busy having babies. What may be a piece of cake to most women is not for everyone. And most importantly, to have or not to have children is a woman’s private matter; no one’s business; and, despite the Right’s assumption, not political—not in the slightest.

Assassination fascination

Our nation’s history is full of assassinated and wounded leaders by gunfire. We can list those killed by bullets: JFK, RFK, MLK, McKinley, Garfield, Lincoln.

Then there’s the lesser known yet much longer list of elected officials shot, some critically, but who survived an assassination attempt: from contemporaries like Gabby Giffords and Steve Scalise to further back in time Teddy Roosevelt and dozens more. Now joining that list is former President Donald Trump, shot while campaigning at a Republican rally in Pennsylvania.

In our supersonic social media age, supporters of Trump were quick to blame the Democrats, their presumed sworn enemy. More disconcerting, immediately after the shooting were their middle fingers shot at the mass media.

But no, the assassination attempt was not an enemy plot but just ‘the usual suspect’—spotted & killed almost as soon as the deadly shooting occurred—another troubled white young man, an American youth.

After bullets flew across the sky, killing one man in the crowd while critically injuring two others along with President Trump, the former President was quick to show a defiant fist and shout to his supporters “Fight! Fight! Fight!”—as if the assassination attempt was a long-awaited plot by his political foes to bring down our country.

No. Just another obscure white American man-child of 20. Essentially nothing is known about him as the FBI has interviewed not only his parents, relatives and neighbors but also his classmates from high school. He was a loner, never smiled, seemingly pathetic and friendless, neglected hygiene, no known mental illness or police record, didn’t leave a trail of rantings on social media or on paper but did have the makings of bombs in his home—a home with more than a dozen guns owned by his parent. A few hours before the Trump rally, this slim unassuming teen-age-looking male simply took one of his father’s AR-style rifles and lots of bullets. And because he knew nobody ever really noticed him, he was able to climb atop a nearby building, aim at Trump and took to shooting people.   

Why did he do it?

Isn’t it obvious? He was bullied all his life—like practically all the young white males in our country who foresee nothing but a grim future and believe shooting people, especially someone as famous as Donald Trump, will show up those who knew them. They’re not chicken. They’re men, damn it, and now everybody will know their names, maybe even respect them especially if they die in action.

The bullet that got away

Life is ironic sometimes. An assassin’s bullet that nicks an ear, totally missing the head and brain, brings thoughts if not assurances of ‘Someone up there’s watching out for me.’ Anyone who survived such a close call with death will often come to prayer or even start believing in a Supreme Being or Higher Power, maybe a higher purpose in their miraculously spared lives.

Then for others who count themselves in the lucky few, there’s the guilt of surviving such a deadly attempt when another died and others were severely injured with months of painful rehabilitation. Gunshot survivors will never be the same physically and emotionally. There’s a mass post traumatic stress disorder to cope with, too, when the shooting takes place in a crowd.

But a bullet to the ear is worth pondering. It’s as if Trump’s would-be assassin was trying to get through to someone who is known as a bully, someone who while serving as U.S. President was proud of coming across as a Tough Guy. Tough guys play on the weakness and politeness of everybody else in society, those who don’t speak up, those who don’t push back because it’s unbecoming.

That is likely what Trump’s would-be assassin learned from childhood that included lots of bullying as well as the tumultuous Trump presidency, if we’re being honest.

Someone that young, not even yet voting in a Presidential election, hasn’t lived long enough to decide his own politics. Apparently, he fell in line with everyone around him in his neck of the Pennsylvania woods and registered as a Republican. He just wanted to fit in, didn’t want to make waves, probably was never confrontational his entire life.

Yet he’ll go down in history as a murderer and attempted assassin of a former U.S. President.

This lone shooter, with no motive or political grudge against Trump or Republicans, got a gun and took to shooting people. Wonder if he gave a thought to the harm he would cause. Doubt it. Wonder if he thought he would really assassinate a former President. Perhaps. Wonder if he thought he’d live to tell why he did it, live the rest of his life in prison. Maybe. Did he think he’d be killed in the process? It happens all the time.

But … we and he know guns do a lot of damage in split seconds, death being the purpose of the weapon after all. Those, like President Trump, left with gunshot wounds and the surviving family of the man shot to death in the flurry of traveling bullets from a powerful rifle—where the shooter doesn’t really see his targets—along with all the rest of us Americans must deal with another sorry incident caused by a deeply troubled young man … who felt powerless … until holding a loaded gun.

Shootings are so common in America as to occur several times a day, causing more than 25,000 deaths a year by firearms and many more injuries. And … it’s never going to end, is it? It is the bold thick lengthy expanding red thread sewn into the tapestry of our nation’s history, tightly binding all us Americans together.

Dear Uncle Joe:

You know I love you, right? I love you as our nation’s President almost as much as I love President Jimmy Carter—and anyone who knows me will assure you that’s a helluva lot. I have no problem with any of your policies during your term in office as well as your leadership as Veep for President Barack Obama. Time and again, you’ve proven the naysayers underestimate you. And it’s been a lot of fun watching you win time and again and basically be right about everything. And it’s your wisdom, that truly comes from having served in DC for decades, that has made you a superior American president. Slow and steady wins the race. You taught us well. We appreciate you more than we can say. Hope you know that.

But … you were only supposed to serve one term. Remember? That was the plan. Four to five years ago, you knew age would become a problem for anyone in his 80s serving as U.S. President. And these times in which we are living are extremely difficult for us laypeople to understand, even more for all nationally elected officials the world over.

Come on. The very practical Joe Biden in 2020 would acknowledge and accept the natural progression of human frailty especially when turning 80. Your life has been stellar, inspirational, a dream come true in many ways. It’s been a damn good life, a long life—and, honey, it’s time to let someone else lead the Democratic Party.

Now don’t cry. Don’t you cry on me. I can’t stand to see a grown man cry. I know, it’s common among the elderly. Bless your heart, you can’t help it.

Look, we’re not kicking you to the curb. We just need a Democrat who can and will counter each and every lie spouted by Republican nominee President Donald Trump. We need that more than anything at this point in time.

So, allow the Democratic National Convention to do what they should have been doing all this time: scanning the nation for viable presidential candidates. You can be a big part of the process. Surely you have some ideas of viable contenders. You know everyone. I like the list from 2020, and all us Dems like the strong, popular and articulate governors like California’s Gavin Newsom and Michigan’s Gretchen Whitmer. They could win. They could beat Trump. What’s more important than that?

And I——-will always love you——

You may not remember my best friend Jean, now deceased. But she was from your hometown of Wilmington, DE, and proudly knew you. She worked on your first campaign in the 1970s. She later moved to Dallas where the two of us became fast friends. She once told me I was one of a very few liberal Democrats she knew in Texas. And she always told me, “Joe Biden would make a great president!”

I didn’t think much about you in the 1990s when Jean and I became friends. I wanted Al Gore. But I was OK with Bill Clinton winning. Years later I would have voted for Hillary Clinton, but she would not commit to ending the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. But Obama said he would end the wars. (The Republicans and their perpetual wars. What were they thinking? And for twenty long years.) So I voted for Obama over Hill to end the wars, and he was able to end only one of them. Then almost as soon as you took office, you ended the other forever war. It was abrupt, awful, deadly, messy, reminiscent of when we pulled out of Vietnam. But as always, you’ve proven you can do the most terrible jobs of a U.S. President. To your credit, we’re not entering another war. Let’s keep it that way.

My good friend Jean actually knew you. And I had faith in my best friend. After all, we were simpatico. I miss her so much, now more than ever. I do believe, however, that even Jean would be practical enough to talk candidly with you, as a Wilmington neighbor and lifelong supporter, about bowing out gracefully. Don’t run again in 2024. You’re beautiful. Be gracious. Allow candidates with experience and maturity and most of all the quick wit to call Trump’s constant BS. They learned from watching you, you know.

With this election, I’m not sure you are the only one who could beat Trump. And for perfect strategy, we could use someone younger, you know younger than Trump. Wouldn’t that be the ultimate counter: running someone younger?! Of course!

America really needs to get over electing the elderly for U.S. President. Why have both national political parties put us in this precarious position? Like we are to believe that Trump and Biden are the only possible candidates in the entire country for U.S. President? Don’t believe it for a minute. We can’t even talk about it for fear of upsetting our own elderly parents. Too old is too old. Our country has a minimum age for running for president. Makes sense we’d amend to cap the opposite end. I say 69. No one can and should run for U.S. President if older than 69. Fair enough? And no, we don’t need to wait and see if time will tell. After the unprecedented summer presidential debate, it’s crystal clear: Time is not on either political party’s side.

Trump is no Jesus Christ, so stop comparing them

Prayers and fasting for former President Donald Trump as he deals with his 34-count guilty verdict by a New York City jury for falsifying monetary business records specifically to cover up his tryst with a porn star misses the point. Trump has never been one to pray to God, though he accepts like a con man the fervent sincere prayers of his tens of millions of believers. Trump has never declared himself religious or spiritual. He plays to the crowd, not unlike his 1980s’ predecessor Ronald Reagan, knowing that in modern times conservative Christians are more likely to vote Republican than Democratic.

What I hate to see over and over again is Trump’s followers dragging Jesus into the mire with Trump, making Trump out to be a Christ figure. Trump is more anti-Christ than any President I know, and those who still choose to believe Trump over truth and justice are lost. God help ’em.

The same crowd, estimated to be a third to half of all Americans, will never proclaim a loud Facebook prayer for Jews, Palestinians, Ukrainians, Russians or even devout lifelong practicing Catholic U.S. President Joe Biden.

NO. The only person on earth that Trumpers care about is Trump. And they’re hoping for some ‘miracle’ that he returns to his throne in 2025.

The reposted memes twisting Jesus Christ with Trump proclaim:

Jesus was convicted in a sham trial … and crucified. I still follow him.

I AM MORE MAGA THAN EVER.

Pray for this man. He’s fighting an evil that we can’t even imagine!

And there are the visual imageries of an ethereal Jesus Christ with his hands on the shoulders of Donald Trump as if comforting him during his moment of sorrow—as if Trump is the presidential choice of Jesus Christ.

He’s not.

U.S. Presidents have no secrets

That’s because THEY’RE WORLD LEADERS IN A FREE SOCIETY WITH A FREE PRESS. Not to be vulgar, but every little thing about a U.S. President will be found out, made public, investigated, studied, analyzed and scrutinized for centuries. That’s the way it is and has always been like it or not.

It’s a BIG reason why most Americans will never run for any public office let alone U.S. President. And those who do run for top office, still 99% men, often get in trouble when their skeletons come tumbling out of their closets. Remember Gary Hart? John Edwards? Heck, even President Bill Clinton’s private sex life was displayed thoroughly on the World Wide Web now known as the internet. And he was President at the time, serving two terms, impeached for lying about an affair with a White House intern, and managed to remain in office. Congress didn’t have the votes to remove him. And the presidential hopefuls and President with found-out secrets were all Democrats.

So don’t tell me that Trump—former Democrat then Independent then Republican and now MAGA far-right Republican—is being set up by our nation’s Deep State. Trump is not an X File. The only government entities dealing with him are prosecutors and judges—and this because they have to; it’s their job. Like the FBI went after Hillary Clinton a couple of weeks before the 2016 election when she was the Democrat running for President. G-men cut both ways regardless of political affiliation.

Back to America’s Gospel Hour, Trump once proclaimed that he’s so popular, he could shoot someone on 5th Avenue and never be prosecuted. Why would anyone running for U.S. President say he can kill a person and get away with it? That was crazy enough. But Trump is nonstop crazy talk. After his guilty verdicts, one of sexual assault and now falsifying business records to tilt the 2016 presidential election in his favor, he claimed the government (his government, our government) is out to get him.

Look, if Trump had never run for the highest office in the land, his many sordid secrets could very well have remained buried. But as he aged, his ego would not let him sit back and yap about how he could ‘turn this country around’ if he were President. So he had to go for it. He worked the populist method: stirring up s*&^ and blaming immigrants and minorities (nonwhites) and nonChristians for our nation’s problems. Then he gets elected, and what’s the first thing he does but give our country’s richest a massive tax cut lasting from here to eternity. Wow. Talk about helping the disenfranchised and downtrodden.

But that’s always been the Democrats’ goal when in power. And ironically, that goal of helping the majority of Americans, middle class to poor, relates to following Jesus Christ and true religious and spiritual teachings.

That’s how we the people can judge those who want to be and become U.S. President.

But our free democracy comes with a tragic flaw: The people have to believe in our country and its President—prioritized in order: after God, family, and our own minds.

America: Our homeless problem is Issue Number 1 (and can be solved)

For years it seemed in my neck of the urban woods, only one beggar holding a sign for money stood at every major thoroughfare. ‘Clever-like-a-fox’ we drivers passing by would think, noting the beggars always choose the busiest intersections along highways. Lately, they’re accompanied by groomed and well-behaved dogs, usually pit bulls. It’s surprising how clean and calm those dogs are, given their days are spent breathing in auto exhaust fumes from millions of passing cars and hearing loud nerve-racking engines. Dogs I know would bark angrily at all that noise.

But since the pandemic I suppose, we’re seeing A LOT MORE homeless people who’ve taken to sleeping everywhere and anywhere along our busiest city streets. They hang quilts somehow beneath overpasses where they evidently live and certainly sleep. They roll all their stuff in shopping carts or suitcases, again along the busiest thoroughfares. So we’re bound to see them when driving to and from our work-a-day jobs. And now after the pandemic, the homeless population has EXPLODED along our city streets—witness all their stuff strewn for blocks.

My city is no different from other cities and even suburbs and rural towns across the U.S. Homelessness has multiplied and expanded into our country’s most perplexing, yet solvable, problem. And yes, Americans, we are the ones responsible for solving this problem.

King of the road?

Most Americans are a paycheck away from joining the homeless population. When driving past their clusters or solitary adults, we think the same thing: drugs and/or mental illness. And we’re accurate to a point. What kind of person would stand on a street corner begging for money? Their signs never say HELP! as much as NEED MONEY or just $. No amount of a month’s collection would cover rent. So the coins and bills must go for drugs and liquor, solace for addiction and street life.

But during the pandemic of 2019-2021, thousands of jobs were cut, meaning tens of thousands of families had no choice but to leave their housing immediately and figure out where they are going to go and how they are going to live. It would explain why our nation’s public schools have lost tens of thousands of students with no way of finding them. They’re not enrolled in private schools, other public schools across the country or home schooled. Where’d everybody go?

We expect government social workers to find and help perpetual beggars. Yet, it’s always the same guys and occasional gals individually pan handling at street corners and more and more at convenience store entryways, store parking lots and during winter inside professional office buildings.

Why aren’t the cops clearing beggars from dangerous street corners? Surely the police don’t need citizens calling 911 every time we see a beggar. Yet day after day, the same faces are seen begging for money and maybe food. Street beggars nowadays usually carry a water bottle with them.

There’s a whole underground of homeless folks who’ve banned together and deal with their situation as intelligently as possible. One may pay for mobile phone plans they all share. Another pays a monthly health club membership for restroom and shower access. Another knows the best times to pick through restaurant garbage bins. There’s a way to survive on the streets, sort of. It’s clever and probably organized by our growing number of homeless veterans given our two 20-year wars. If anyone knows how to survive on nothing, it would be a person with firsthand war experience.

Who are the homeless? Years ago newspaper reporters got to know a few who were willing to share their hard-luck stories and provide access to their lifestyles. One couple raked in lotsa dough begging on the streets. Beats working for ‘the man,’ they’d say. There were addicts admittedly who, if you can believe it, had not reached rock bottom, still able to move and groove and pan handle on the streets.

Left unsaid about our nation’s homeless problem are the ‘burnt bridges.’ Perhaps quite a number of homeless individuals crashed on couches of family members who after a respectable amount of time kicked the relative freeloader to the streets. This happens all the time in many families. It’s called tough love.  

Speaking of love, why haven’t the mega churches mounted a campaign to go out and help the homeless and stop the crisis? If I were homeless and had absolutely no family to turn to, the places from which I’d first seek help are the largest, most impressive-looking churches. That’s where the money is. And when a beggar asks me for money, I advise him or her to ask a big church. Seek help there. But I can tell when the smile turns upside down, my sage suggestion goes in one ear and out the other. I ain’t gonna give them any money.

I used to, for years, until the city banned citizens from giving to pan handlers standing along the streets. When I was much younger and idealistic, I volunteered at a city homeless shelter, one that took in families with kids instead of individual adults. The kids were taken by bus to school every day. Most parents had jobs, even junk cars parked in an adjacent lot. But … the families could not afford rent, groceries and utilities on a low-income job or even two or three jobs. They were on waiting lists for low-income housing. They were allowed one month to stay at the homeless shelter, then they’d have to pack all their stuff in trash bags and go out to find another shelter with their kids in tow. The families would make the rounds and return within a year. Their plight never ended. Meanwhile, the kids are growing up.

The mean streets of America

People who don’t have a home due to whatever reason still have one thing: freedom. It’s why addicts stay away from family who love them. It’s also why people from dysfunctional families would rather live on the streets than return to live with parents and siblings they know well. Family abuse was a big reason women told me why they refused to move in with the families who raised them. Hurt, anger and hatred are so deep, emotional wounds so fresh, living on the streets and staying high is preferable.

The issue of mental illness prohibits most people from reaching out and personally helping the homeless. There’s a story about a homeless woman in NYC. A businessman walked past her every day for ten years. She yelled obscenities and smelled bad. One day she was gone, the man noticed. A year later, she spotted the businessman, the one who always saw her and ignored her. She had been taken to a hospital where she stayed until the right medication made it possible for her to live a normal life. She went up to the man and bawled him out, telling him if she had been bleeding from a physical wound, he would have called an ambulance and tried to help her. But because she was filthy and yelling, obviously mentally ill, he left her alone.

Americans could ban together and end homelessness, at least reduce it. People should never have to resort to living on the streets. And the homeless are first human beings, second dealing with major problems THAT CAN BE FIXED. Austin’s building tiny houses for their homeless folks, and LA’s giving some homeless people $1,000 a month—trying something instead of doing nothing. Habitat for Humanity has been a nonprofit solution where the recipient family must contribute ‘sweat equity’ in the building of their new simple house as the rest is installed by volunteer carpenters and electricians—usually all in one day. But it requires a city’s blessing and private landowners to donate property for the cause.

Until we admit there’s an undeniable crisis in America with homelessness, the rows of one-man tents, hanging quilts and strewn clothing will continue to stretch from sea to shining sea.

More Americans looking to retire abroad, and not live here anymore

International realtors report a highly profitable increase in Americans searching to move abroad. European countries like Italy and Spain as well as Latin American nations as close as Mexico are the top look-sees. Also, Great Britain is a popular locale of interest.

It’s funny, I thought reading these articles, because … well … mmm … (I’ve been thinking the same thing). Seriously. I could hardly stand the Trump regime with one after another upsetting cruel decision and all four years just plumb crazy.

And … closer to home, I’ve heard other people, folks I actually know, say right out loud their desire to retire overseas. They’ve “had it,” they all said. Americans nearing or at retirement age who’ve lived all their lives in this wonderful nation of free speech, press and religion and never a king or dictator yet, perceive the U.S. already changed to its detriment, dysfunction and disrepair. This country is not the country we grew up in, my contemporaries voice separately yet collectively. What’s more, these friends and associates claim no political ideology for leaving the nation of our birth. They are indeed Republicans and Democrats, even Independents, and just plumb tired of what’s already happened to our great nation.

Furthermore, one news article cited the number one reason so many Americans are calling up international realtors in search of leaving the USA: guns.

That’s MY reason, too!!

How ’bout that?

See, I believe in gun control, like most citizens residing in modern progressive 21st century countries. But here, I’m surrounded by Americans who are defiant, stubborn, and unwilling to even discuss the issue. The phrase ‘gun control’ caused so much volatile counter remarks and outright threats in political debates, between Democrats and Republicans, that liberals just stopped using the phrase altogether.

But when The Who’s Roger Daltrey, of all people, kindly suggests our nation has a big problem with guns that other people of the world cannot fathom, given our great and mighty and prosperous world-leading nation, perhaps gun control should be Conversation Number One in political debates. Let the Republicans take up for guns and more guns while Democrats maintain that’s just plumb crazy to let everybody have powerful guns no questions asked and no mandated license and instruction on gun safety and firearm respect. Like how we now live and many die—tens of thousands … every year.

Everybody don’t need a gun

Police chiefs and law enforcement officers sure would like to turn back the clock to the years when our nation at least attempted to maintain some semblance of gun control—instead of none today.

There are reasons why Americans will fight to the death to keep their firearms, including military-style assault rifles used each week in our national nauseatingly tally of mass shootings:

One: movies and TV shows featuring the need for overwhelming firepower—whereby we learned long ago that what the brain sees, it thinks is real. We’re the nation whose citizens have grown numb to mass shootings, even of kindergarteners and babies. We take in the visuals of the latest mass shootings with glazed eyes, like we’re watching an old black-and-white TV rerun of The Rifleman.

Two: shooter video games—whereby we learned after the mass shooting at Columbine High late last century that kids’ brains on violent computer games, where each animated human body that’s shot bleeds red blood, causes an emotional disconnect with the reality of cold-blooded murder.

Three: lax parental control—whereby we learned a few decades ago that kids cannot be left to play violent video games for hours on end without restrictions by the adults guiding their young lives.

Four: elected leaders taken in by the National Rifle Association—whereby we learned long ago that money talks and congressional leaders were bought big time by the NRA which didn’t give a rat’s ass about the growing mass shootings by AK-47 style machine-like guns, once banned in the 1990s but never again—while the dead bodies stack up and the number of citizen survivors of gunshot wounds outnumber many U.S. city populations.

Five: heil whoever—whereby we learned that half the country prefers a (white) strongman leader who clutches the Bible in one hand (even if upside down) and a high-powered military-style rifle in the other, such a machismo image that families in rural America will proudly pose for Christmas card photos brandishing their heavy-duty firearms.

Six: gun manufacturers—whereby we learned somewhat recently our nation’s gun proliferation is directly linked to the mighty dollar.

Seven: suck it up—whereby we realized generations ago that guns are Americans’ sacred history, the only reason we suppressed the Natives since the 16th century and our oppressors in 1776 and ever since all the Others who we perceive as standing in the way of what we claim is our God-given land, manifest destiny and rights to happiness and prosperity else a bullet hit you between the eyes.

So to Mr. Daltrey and all the rest of the citizens of Earth who are more than befuddled by the U.S. gun problem, let me, a native white American, explain. In the U.S., unfortunately guns are our history and by now two centuries later must be part of our DNA. It’s not physically in our DNA but emotionally, socially and culturally. The belief in guns (really, in the U.S., we believe in guns) is in our blood. Funny, it’s like sleeping with a snake.

Stupid and dumb, we brought this upon ourselves.

As for really packing up and heading to England, where ancestry.com showed I have most of my heritage, I remain ambivalent, not yet solidly determined. Another Trump presidency would likely send me researching jobs and life overseas. The countries where today’s Americans, called ex-Pats, are going to spend the rest of their lives were well established hundreds and hundreds of years ago.

The U.S., in contrast, is still a baby nation. And we the people have been acting like that long enough. To leave the land of my birth does not frighten me as much as playing Russian roulette with each day I live and shop and work and worship in the U.S. It’s only a matter of time before every family in this country is touched by gun violence. That’s how the majority of Americans finally soured on the Vietnam War—when every family had members fighting the unwinnable war and returning either in body bags or physically disabled and psychologically wounded. Once every American family experiences a senseless gun death or injury, gun control will be law of the land. And Americans might want to stay here then and only then.

College protests 2024: Not your grandma’s protests

I love a good protest, have spent a bit of my recent adult years joining causes I wholeheartedly believe in like gun control and women’s rights. But … I’m not so quick to join today’s college protest. I’m for a free Palestine yet won’t chant against Jewish students and Israel.

Maybe it’s a generation gap. If the protestors were shouting “End the Gaza War NOW,” I’d be right there with ’em. But if I’m hearing and reading and seeing them right, the purpose of all those somewhat organized protests on college campuses now spanning the U.S. are vehemently anti-Israel, anti-Jew and pro-Palestine only.

None of the college youth is shouting END WAR NOW. NO MORE WAR. That was a main feature of the anti-Vietnam War protests on colleges in the 1960s. Young men were being drafted into an endless war. Then the draft ended, and so did college protests. It took years for peace on campus to happen, but college life was, as the young kids would say, “boring” by the mid ’70s.

Yes, enough of the bloodshed and carnage and complete annihilation of the Gaza Strip. I agree. Tens of thousands of Palestinians, the great majority innocent women and children, are now dead, killed by Israeli military. And Israel isn’t stopping yet.

In fact, the U.S. college protests always make me think one thing: why Israel went to war with Hamas to begin with. There was no reason for Hamas to attack, capture, rape, burn and kill mostly women and young females in a barbaric act they proudly displayed online October 7, 2023.

And it seems young people of college age aren’t up on world history. Because of the Jewish Holocaust by the German Nazis of the 1930s and ’40s, Israelis are more than willing to go to war with any nation or terrorist group that comes calling.

Hamas came calling.

And Israel is kicking their ass.

Free the hostages already!

Why is no one replying to the pleas to stop the war by first telling Hamas: “Return the hostages, and all this stops right now?”

Rumor is the Israeli hostages along with a few Americans, held in God-knows where underground, are dead. Hamas recently set free a 4-year-old girl for some unknown reason. Where’s all the others?

Instead of backing out of the war they started, Hamas is proposing Israel first return thousands of their people captured or imprisoned by Israel for a few dozen hostages from Hamas’ October terrorist rape and death storm.

And way over here at U.S. universities, which are specifically sought after by families abroad with means including those in Arab nations, students have shouted vehemently for the destruction of Israel. No more Israel. Like that is gonna happen. Listen, kids, the world will never let that happen.

Political talking heads have tried to theorize the college anti-Jew protests, saying the world’s young people today simply have no knowledge of world history, the reason why Israel was established in 1948 – by world order. The history is the teeny tiny area that is now Israel (all of it, mind you, sans oil) has done nothing but cause an evil hate to spread yea all these many decades. But in truth, hate for the Jews goes way back many centuries to ancient times. In the Middle East, people hate Jews like whites in America hate Blacks. But in America, laws were established to ensure the races live together. Racially integrated schools taught us how to get along. Racial hatred still exists today in the U.S., but it’s a helluva lot less bitter and murderous as it was a century ago.

What will it take for Israel and Hamas to proclaim peace? Israel states peace can never be achieved as long as a terrorist organization maintains its ultimate goal is to erase Israel off the map.

So, Israel and Hamas feel the need to totally destroy each other. That premise hasn’t changed for Hamas or Israel.

War is stupid and always unnecessary in the eyes and minds of the naïve. And that is the adjective of youth today and yesterday. For grown-ups, war is almost always a last resort, a forced and costly no-good situation, unpopular by at least half the masses, but a necessary evil when the alternative is annihilation of a whole nation and people who in this case happen to be Jews.

Mail-in ballots are the only way to vote for millions of Americans

What kind of idiot would have a problem with mail-in ballots for voting? Answer: American idiots. A Facebook meme listed countries that do not permit mail-in ballots in their elections—promoted like this is a good thing the U.S. should ban, too. Two countries that struck me as odd to include, if’n you wanna ban mail-in ballots, were Russia and war-torn Ukraine. What kinda idiot would tout Russia as a government we should emulate? My bet is someone who doesn’t remember American high school during the Cold War. Back then we were told, correctly, that the USSR held sham elections. And all these years later, the long-time Russian leader, who hails from the notorious if not pure evil KGB and laments the breakup of his dear USSR and losing the bleak and dreary Eastern Bloc nations it suppressed like a steel boot pressed tightly over the people’s throats, maintains nothing but sham elections especially when he’s on the ballot.

Other countries that indeed do not allow absentee voting, which would include mail-in ballots, are: Scandinavia, almost all the former Soviet Eastern Bloc nations now relishing Western politics and freedom, and some European nations like France, Portugal, Belgium and Italy, also Greece and Turkey.

Nations that allow mail-in voting alongside the USA include Great Britain, Germany, Poland, Iceland and Spain.

But over here, because former President Trump lied about mail-in ballots as a possible means of corrupting the national election, half the country believes it and wants it banned.

To them, I offer one word: disability.

And a second word: lawsuit.

What separates the U.S. from all the other nations on earth? Our inherent ‘right’ to sue anyone anywhere anytime for any reason. Psst. That’s how the Americans with Disabilities Act came to pass as law of the land. Someone sued, at the time for not being able to park his car close to a shopping center’s front door when he was paralyzed and could not walk from the parking lot.

Hindsight is blind

Remember when we thought we had only one day to vote every four years for President of the United States? And tough taters if you had to work, bub. Actually, early voting has been provided since our country’s founding.

I’ve voted since 1980 and have never heard of voter fraud—not in this country. A lot of it went on in banana republics south of the border.

I also remember our country having a problem with low voter turnout in elections. And that was a national disgrace that became a big concern to fix in the 1990s.

So to get more people to vote, to participate in our democracy that we’re trying to maintain here in the U.S., all kinds of conveniences were created or touted—again, not to create illegal voting (because hardly any Americans were going through the trouble of voting anyway—the problem was apathy not ballot stealing or voter fraud). The election goal was to provide opportunities for every eligible American citizen to cast a ballot and exercise the right to vote.

These measures included—within a certain timeframe—expanding mail-in ballots (generally, for people over 65, the disabled, pregnant, imprisoned, and even people who are overseas yet maintain U.S. citizenship like those in the military). And nowadays many states opt for no-excuse-necessary for a registered voter to receive an early ballot. Election officials think it’s still a good thing. Another convenience highly touted was early voting in person. Polls were open every day for two weeks or so whereby any registered voter could cast a ballot generally from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. This is the norm today.

There have been other helpful goings-on that apparently American soreheads perceive as an imagined potential problem, such as political party workers picking up voters living in certain neighborhoods to deliver them to the polls. You know, in this country your vote is still private. NO ONE WILL KNOW WHO YOU VOTED FOR, not unless you tell. You have no obligation to vote for anyone a transportation driver endorses.

American elections, when you really think about them or return to our nation’s history instead of chasing internet white rabbit holes into conspiracy theories, are sacred. I don’t know if other nations see voting as something spiritually relevant or uplifting.  

As for Americans with disabilities, that is and always will be a growing and equal-opportunity segment of our population. Any of us could join them, whether temporarily like a broken leg or cancer treatments and no ability to stand in person at a voting line or permanently like loss of limbs, sight, or hearing.

I’ll leave voter registration (Aha! Our nation and every single community in it has always maintained a way to keep tabs on all legal voters after all.) including determining who is eligible and ineligible to vote by mail to our thousands of duly elected county clerks. Psst. They handle every single election local, state and national. And for the know-nothings out there, like a former U.S. President who when running for the office in 2020 had voted only once in his life and otherwise was not a registered voter, county clerks take an oath to uphold all election laws and are well aware they risk prison if allowing anyone to vote who is not in truth eligible. That goes for the staff down at the county clerk’s office, too. The FBI also monitors voter fraud. What kinda idiot would have a problem with the FBI? Never mind.

Death knell for journalists?

In the mid to late 1970s, a lot of college students were majoring in journalism. The reason for the sudden interest: Watergate. The bottom line about the scandal that brought down a sitting President was good old-fashioned reporting (and a mysterious unnamed government official who called himself Deep Throat, a wink to the equally popular X-rated flick seen by everyone in those daze). The two Washington Post investigative reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein were hailed as heroes and thrust into national fame with their superb reporting, retold in their best-selling book All the President’s Men, which Hollywood turned quickly into a major movie starring Dustin Hoffman and Robert Redford.

See, the real lesson about Watergate (that involved a U.S. President who wanted to stay in power no matter what) was that the American press proved its relevance as government watchdog. Back then everyone read newspapers and watched the three network TV news—and the number one story was Watergate. The scandal, reported accurately and thoroughly by the Post reporters, culminated in televised day-long federal hearings that everyone watched, ad nauseum, for two long years.

But the reporters got the story right, following Deep Throat’s advice while pursuing the complex leads in their DC investigation: follow the money.

That was newspapers’ last heyday. Young people in particular, prone to idealism especially in those years, were positively influenced by journalism and the mass media. Many pursued careers in these fields because they wanted to make a difference.

After all, journalism is the search for truth.

The news blues

Somewhere during the 1980s, however, the public’s perception of reporters changed—permanently and for the worse. One, elected officials openly countered reporters’ articles and their interview questions. Americans saw this hostility, whether or not deserved by journalists, more and more on television. A decade or so later, the mass media ballooned into cable networks which brought us CNN and the 24-hour news cycle.

But in the 1980s something else was going on. The public was infatuated with tabloid news—and it wasn’t just available at the check-out stands. There were daily TV shows like Hard Copy. The more scandalous and titillating the story, the bigger it played on TV.

Also, the 1980s’ recession directly impacted the newspaper industry. Once upon a time in this country, major cities had two or more daily newspapers with hundreds of reporters and staff each. A decade later, most cities had only one daily newspaper (and more often than not, the ‘conservative’ editorial content paper won over the ‘liberal’ competitor). With TV news, something you could listen to while doing other stuff, newspapers were losing their audience and with them advertisers. Advertisers were calling the shots along political, religious and cultural lines, preferring more conservative news (meaning no stories in print about gay marriage, single mothers, divorce, couples living together, teens having sex and babies, drug use, alternative lifestyles and thinking such as swingers and atheism, and heavy metal and punk rock).

Finally, the internet came along, perceived as the most wonderful thing in the world. All newspapers converted to digital format yet not near as quickly as they should have. Subscribers, viewers and advertisers continued to dwindle. Newspaper reporters, mostly seasoned professional deadline writers, had to start video recording interviews, like their competing broadcast journalists on TV and radio.

Still going strong, the 24-hour news cycle is still presented as five minutes of news every 30 minutes and then ‘news analysis’ by reporters, talking heads and experts dwelling on the political implications of the news, slicing and dicing a story to explore every angle, going on and on about the same subject for literally years.

Journalists who report on government affairs should never be placed in the position of commentary.

That, mixed with tabloid ‘news,’ has made the public not trust journalists at all, if the public ever did to begin with. They think tabloid reporters are like other journalists or vice versa. As Americans have sat and watched more ‘news,’ what they’ve heard is mostly opinion, political and social views that are conservative or liberal and rarely rational sans party line.

Enter bloggers, podcasts, late-night comedy shows highlighting news events while curious viewers do a quickie internet check on names and such—all competing with the once great newspaper institutions now barely dailies anymore—and what our society has had a hand in creating is … questionable journalism. Maybe even junk journalism. Consumers and fans enjoy this 21st century loose style of reporting the news, many no doubt never thinking to cross reference the news bits in greater detail by reading lengthy articles in digital and print just to be certain that the news-entertainment biz got the stories straight.

Guess there’s nothing more to say other than “Goodbye journalism and journalists” as us older folks once new it. Let the ‘citizen journalists’ present news tinged with gossip, a little truth and a lot of embellishment. As long as this is the new journalism, reporters and citizens alike, each on our own time and by our own volition, must ensure the following criteria to guard against fake news: Who, What, When, Where, Why & How plus substantiated facts from three or more separate and named sources and all sides of controversial issues. Oh, and we’re all gonna need to make sure news reports are balanced and free of verbiage that leads to a conservative or liberal bias. Whew! Lotta work goes into being a real-deal news reporter. Who knew?

I love Joe Biden, but

I thought he was only running as a one-term president, that all he wanted was to “turn down the temperature” after the tumultuous Trump presidency. So what happened to the sensible Biden plan? After all, we gave him a major chance electing him U.S. President in his late 70s, our oldest president ever.

Biden’s been holding an elected DC office since the 1970s. He was vice president for Barack Obama for eight years. And now, well, he’s in his 80s and … not getting any younger.

Under Biden’s leadership, our country moved through the Covid pandemic with drastically reduced number of deaths, ended the Afghanistan war, held off a recession, saw remarkable increases in jobs and salaries, additional health benefits, and stayed clear of getting into another war.

However, I would have appreciated President Biden more if through a nationally televised speech he would have declared his work for our great country done and now it’s time for him to retire from political office. Something like: “My fellow Americans, I will not run nor will I accept the nomination of President of the United States.”

But no. That’s not the logical path that President Biden chose. It’s not what most Democrats wanted. It’s not what the country wants either. The country really wants more names to choose from than Biden and Trump and Trump and Biden. We haven’t been this sick of names since Bush and Clinton. No old names. We want new national leaders. At least Nikki Haley is a refreshing change.

What would have been exciting was for all those who vied for the Democratic nomination back in 2020 to run again. That was an impressive list of ready leaders with formidable backgrounds: Elizabeth Warren, Pete Buttigieg, Michael Bloomberg, Amy Klobuchar, Kamala Harris and even Bernie Sanders. But Biden perhaps feels the wisdom gained by age plus decades of his own successful diplomatic experience are still warranted, his opinion and ability still matters especially on the world stage given the wars in Ukraine and now Gaza. The truth is President Biden more than any of us really knows exactly what’s going on in the world and how to avoid a world war. He’s carried the weight of the presidency with aplomb. We knew he would (even though we were …

holding our collective breath)

This is a man who’s survived a brain aneurism while in office and was dealt a lifelong battle with stuttering—all that along with the emotional devastation of the deaths of his first wife and little girl and much later the death of his heroic son and dealing with the other son who’s been an addict with all the irresponsibility and shame to the family that goes with it. All the while, the Old Man keeps a-going, even running for the presidency in 2020 with leg cast and cane.

Makes you wonder how he’s lasted this long.

And while we’re on the subject of elderly national leaders, what’s going on with Mitch McConnell? Several of our elderly statesmen in Congress—who cling to power like it’s what’s keeping them alive—look like death warmed over. All of them: Pasty. Old. White. Men.

God, MOVE ON and let a new generation lead already.

Look, when it comes to worrying about folks over 80, all we have to go on is what doctors advise. Geriatric doctors warn us that age 80 is when the body starts to wind down (and prepare for death) … which could take a few or many years. Biden could last to age 100. Look at Jimmy Carter, whose family genetics was all cancer until he got it himself, survived, yet is now in hospice care.

Geriatric doctors tell families to talk with our loved ones when they reach 80, to broach the very difficult conversation of their final wishes and to help them with tying up loose ends involving finances, insurance, power of attorney, and DNR directives.

Back to politics, why the National Democratic Party is just going along with a second Biden term needs to be a national conversation. Elderly people of 80 and beyond run the gamut of health from active to slowed down, some memory loss to dementia, or bedridden. Biden seems to have been blessed in his old age. Enviable, really, let’s face it.

By now Americans know what the U.S. presidency does to the men who’ve achieved it. The presidency ages them. Check out their pictures upon winning the office to the day they leave. All of them, save Trump, appear to have grown older than their years. It is sad the price paid for Leader of the Free World.

We can continue to hold our breath while hoping and praying for President Biden, that God grant him the strength and stamina necessary to remain a dutiful and thoughtful leader. But the American people should never be put in this situation. We know people die young or old. But it’s very realistic to think the elderly soon will decline, die and pass on—leaving their legacy to guide us: confidence, good humor, candor, bravery, patriotism, and not many but a few errors in judgement.