Having to wear what you brought

I'm sitting here this morning, reading the E-paper of the Tampa Bay Times, a news"paper" that is literally shrinking before our eyes (it's pages are actually getting smaller) and I'm thinking, of all the madness that DJT is going to bring to this world over the next four years, those who voted for him are going to have to wear it. The hell of it is, I did not vote for the idiot but I'm going to have to wear that madness too and I don't like it one damn bit.

Napoleon's Great Escape

 Snippets from my next book:

 "Napoleon's Great Escape"

(This is the first of a series of snippet's going into a book I'm writing for my children, my grandchildren, and hopefully for soon-arriving great grand son, because circumstances have prevented them from getting to know me as they should. I hope to add  more snippets over time, some of which are personal and which may be uninteresting to you, but maybe not. This one is long, but I'm betting after the first few paragraphs you won't put it down. It is a story I understand is still being passed around by the new kids on the playgrounds of Hernando Grammar School. Get ready to smile. And understand, this first story is totally and absolutely true ... except for those parts which are not. Enjoy) 404330

RL was the son of a prominent Brooksville family who owned a successful furniture store and sold low-cost furniture to the folks of Hernando County, most of whom could not afford much else.  Mr. L, his father, would sell furniture to anyone for a dollar down and a dollar a week and if the debt went south, he would just send his man, Maynor, out to confiscate the furniture and bring it back to the storeroom. Mr. L. would then sell it to someone else. No hard feelings. 

RL was the second son, the first having died in a tragic car accident years earlier.  The accident saddened the entire town because Andy, the brother, was a popular star football player who in his high school senior year received scholarship offers from over a dozen universities because of his athletic prowess.  It was a very sad tragedy for both the family and the community.  

The accident changed RL’s mother in such a way that she became more protective of RL than perhaps she otherwise would have been. This was a good thing for RL’s friends because it meant access to lots of interesting things she would get for him to keep him close by. Things that would not only stimulate his young mind but also keep him within the universe of her protective eyes.  

So, RL’s house was always a fun place for a bunch of 10 and 11-year-olds because they could go upstairs and be pretty much left alone to do whatever they wanted, that is if it didn’t make too much noise or cause his mother to call the fire department. 

For reasons lost in the wear of time, RL at one point acquired a huge red rooster he named Napoleon and which soon became a constant source of intrigue to RL and his friends, since none of them had ever been presented with an opportunity to inspect a live chicken close up, rooster or otherwise. Napoleon’s colorful strutting and roosting presence in the rafters of the family’s closed garage presented an interesting and near overwhelming dilemma for the boys’ inquisitive young minds.  Though they knew with virtual certainty that Napoleon was a rooster because of its gender-specific plumage but there was no other apparent component of the bird’s anatomy they could identify that irrefutably declared it to be male.  

This conundrum created much mystery and unresolved debate among the boys.  None of them, however, were so brave as to suggest they should engage the rooster mano a mano, which is what it would take if a closer look were to be had. And it would doubtlessly cause a tremendous amount of cackling and squawking which would surely arouse the always-not-so-very-far-away attention of RL’s mother.  

RL, nonetheless, being ever imaginative in devising strategies for solving such complex perplexities, determined one day that they should render Napoleon somehow unconscious because that was the only way they were going to safely and discretely get a first-hand, detailed look at that particular part of the bird’s anatomy which was the object of their interest, and determine if, and indeed, what actually existed under all those red and black feathers.  

This idea caused much excitement among the pubescent boys because aside from never having put anything to sleep, they were going to be able to accomplish in the interest of greater science what their mothers might otherwise consider highly inappropriate.  Their mothers, the boys’ rationale went, never mentioned roosters in their sometimes-oblique conversations about such matters so they weren’t really defying any motherly edicts forbidding same. 

So, then the discussion turned to the ways of putting Napoleon “under.” Charlie suggested taping his nose and beak closed long enough for him to pass out, but after some debate and a closer look at Napoleon’s beak it was determined undoable because it would take all of them to hold him down, the ruckus would surely trigger Ms. L.’s interest in what was going on, and, “What if it killed him?” Sonny asked somberly. 

Well, in 1954, the federal drug administration, or its equivalent if such even existed back then, was apparently not too concerned about who might buy Ether, the gas with which doctors put you to sleep just before doing things to you that you don’t want to be awake to see.  Consequently, even a 12-year-old could buy a bottle “over the counter” down at Bacon’s Drug Store which was on the corner right across Main Street from the Hernando State Bank which, in turn, happened to be right next door to RL’s family furniture store.  

So the next afternoon after school, RL walks into Bacon’s saying he needed some liquid Ether, paid $1.75 and walked right out with a six-ounce bottle as if it was a perfectly reasonable thing a 12-year-old might need for a school project.  In addition to saving his allowance sometimes, and being pretty bright, RL could also be pretty ballsy when it involved science. 

The sense on the afternoon of the great experiment was that something momentous was about to happen.  RL, Sonny, RS and Charlie, a skinny little kid who was famous on the school playgrounds for being the first to actually acquire and smoke a cigarette and who walked like he had stiff legs, were all very solemn as they coaxed Napoleon from his cage in the garage into a grocery sack. Napoleon seemed ok with the sack so with great disciplined nonchalance, they secreted him up the stairs without earning any sidelong suspicion from RL’s mother who was sitting in the living room talking to her good friend Margaret D. and drinking diet Tab.  

Napoleon was calm for the whole trip from the garage, up the stairs, and into RL’s bedroom, until, that is, the sack was opened, and he got a good strong whiff of the Ether coming at him in RL’s hand.  At that point, he lurched upward in a mighty storm of flailing wings and would’ve become airborne had it not been for Sonny, who, just as the room filled with wings and feathers, beaned the rooster momentarily senseless with a fungo bat from the corner closet giving RL just enough time to leap on the hapless bird with a pink, ether-soaked washcloth, covering his head completely as the other two boys helped hold him down.  Trying to muffle their glee at avoiding a near disaster, they held him there until his eyes rolled backwards in his head and he became still. 

Nevertheless, Ms. L., ever sensitive to virtually anything that might be alien to her routinized existence, heard the scuffling from RL’s bedroom which was located directly above where she was still sitting and chatting with Ms. D.  Bumps and scrapings from up there weren’t really all that unusual in a house typically full of young boys but something told her she might should check it out anyway.  

Just in case, she thought, as Andy’s face flashed through her mind just beneath her consciousness. 

“RL?” she called from the bottom of the stairs.  

The boys heard nothing at first through the giggling and gasping at what they had just experienced but RL clearly heard the weight of his mother’s first step on the stairs as she began her ascent to his room.  Panic transformed his face from laughter to fear and quiet swept over the now disheveled room as he tried to whisper as loudly as he dared, “Mom’s coming!” 

He grabbed the comatose bird from Charlie who was holding it real close so he could see what had happened to its eyeballs and tossed it in the closet where Sonny had found the fungo bat, slamming the door just in time to see his mother poke her head around the hallway door and look inside. 

“RL, what’s going on in here.  Is everything alright?” 

“Sure, mom, we’re just horsing around,” he said as nonchalantly as any 12-year-old could under the circumstances. 

Mothers have a silent, infallible sense that triggers movement of the cilia in their inner ear when one of their children is being less than forthright.  This movement in turn triggers an electric current so minute as to be undetectable by even the most sensitive medical instruments but is yet powerful enough to send ripples of concern throughout a mother’s delicate nerve endings.  It is probably the same mechanism that allows some humans to see ghosts when others do not.  All mothers have this phenomenon.  No other humans do.  When it comes to their sons, mothers can also sense the presence of an inappropriate odor even if the concentration is less than the equivalent of one grain of sand among all the grit of the Gobi Desert. 

“RL, I said what’s going here. What’s that smell?” this time dropping the, I’m-just-checking-on-you tone of voice and replacing it with an increasingly firm monotone. 

This, RL knew, was a moment of revelation, the dénouement, a defining point in his life.  He knew from past experience he would either be able to convince his mother at that precise instant that all in the room was innocent and wholesome, or he would not, and the earth and all its inhabitants it would suffer the wrath of her determination to the contrary. 

At exactly that point, Charlie, whose eyes sort of always bulged outward anyway even during moments of low stress, said, “I don’t smell anything,” his pupils appearing as pinpoints in a sea of white, looking anything but innocent. 

RL’s heart fell.  For all his mother’s weaknesses, being stupid she was not.  The room reeked with the sharp effervescence of ether pluming from the pink washcloth lying in front of the closet door, behind which lay Napoleon in a very confused state.  Then, with even greater precision and certainty than a military homing device, she pointed directly at the pink washcloth and said sharply, “RL, what’s that?” 

As if on cue when her accusing digit brought all their eyes to the pink washcloth indicting their fading innocence beyond question, Napoleon tried to stand in the darkness of the closet but with his brain cells still swimming he made only a frumping sound as he lurched drunkenly against the other side of the door, his head falling into an empty shoe. 

RL’s mother was normally a calm person, absolutely assured that she had her world in control and could easily outwit her very bright son in his childish games any day of the week.  So it was with a hidden smile and thinking boys-will-be-boys her hand went to the closet doorknob to reveal to the boys their own secrets which they should not try to keep from the mothers of the world anywhere and, before RL or any of the now fully paralyzed boys could stop her, flung open the closet door to see just exactly what it was she now knew for certain was not right.  

The sudden burst of light seemed to Napoleon like a bolt of lightning, fire from a black sky that was about to render him unto charcoal.  Yet only semi-conscious but with Herculean determination, he sprang through the opening, a screaming Phoenix out of the darkness that had held him, straight into the once calm face of RL’s mother. 

What happened next became legend among all the kids at Brooksville Grammar School as well as some of the teachers there who later heard the story from Ms. D.  

The human brain has a penchant for making moments of sheer terror last much longer than they do in fact.  Scenes become liquid, slowing until it is possible to describe and remember each frame which can then be run forward and backward, over and over again.  It is this same quality that allows someone who wishes to embellish upon an original event to be very precise and convincing when describing the event to someone who wasn’t there.  Accurate depiction of factual history is a fault of adulthood and is not a constraint found in the minds of young boys who seem to know from birth that history belongs to those who tell the best stories.  Thus, the legend of Napoleon was not fixed like facts on a video recorder that can be repeated faithfully over and again.  Over the ensuing years, , the story evolved each time it was told, even by those who were there and who later grew up to become adults and who, by attaining that status, should have been constrained by the facts but weren’t.  The difference between what actually happened and what was embellishment has, therefore, become indistinguishable because time has a way of messing with human brains that way. 

Each of the boys witnessed what happened next in slow motion and this is how the story became a legend.  As RL’s mother opened wide the closet door, out of its darkness exploded the angriest, half crazed, semi-conscious, 8-pound Rhode Island Red rooster the five people in that room could never have imagined.  The flurry of feathers and squawking was only slightly less remarkable than the whoop and scream that came involuntarily from the lungs of RL’s mother when that feathered furry engulfed her face.  The terror of it all fairly sucked the strength from RS, Charlie and Sonny’s legs sending them to their knees at what they beheld.  

RL’s mother threw her arms up in defensive terror and immediately lost consciousness, falling backward onto RL who then fell onto his bed as he tried to stand and meet whatever would come next in this rapidly deteriorating situation.  What came next was his mother, like an NFL defensive end running backwards, flattening him on the bed so hard it knocked the breath out of him.  By this time Napoleon, fully airborne, was tearing around and around the room like a pterodactyl squawking so loud it was astonishing to all that heard it. 

All the noise had clearly alarmed Ms. D.  Her heart pounding, she labored up the stairs and burst into the bedroom, already more frightened than she had ever been in her whole life by all the sounds and commotion, to find her good friend lying backward and unconscious on her son who was choking and gasping, while a huge angry bird tore about the room’s limited airspace and three little boys with eyes as big as Tokyo cowered in the corner.  Napoleon, at that moment, noting the door was open but still without full recovery of his navigational skills, flew straight into Ms. D.’s ample bosom causing him to fall to the floor stunned and Ms. D. to careen backward out of the doorway she had just entered where she landed spread eagle on a University of Florida Fighting Gator throw rug. 

During this brief moment of stillness, Sonny, Charlie and RS broke from the shackles of fear that held them and bolted from that terrible scene of chaos out the bedroom door, followed by Napoleon whose senses were by now recovering quickly.  They went down the stairs taking three steps at a time just under the whooshing of Napoleon’s wings.  

Once out of the house, napoleon flew straight up into the cosmos and disappeared.  The two boys fled, each in different directions to where they lived several miles away and where they went straightaway to their respective bedrooms, locked the door, and did not come out for dinner claiming they did not feel well. 

Meanwhile, RL who was able to somehow extract himself from his mother’s considerable weight stood trying to catch his breath and crying as Ms. D. grabbed the pink washcloth and tried to wipe RL’s mother’s face who, upon opening her eyes momentarily, swooned again unconscious, staying that way until the EMT's arrived and took RL’s mother and Ms. D. to the emergency room where they were admitted for severe emotional trauma and distress and not released for a week. 

It was a long time before Sonny and RS returned to RL’s house and Charlie never did, which was probably a good thing for all concerned. As for Napoleon, he was never seen again.  For years, though, the kids at Brooksville Grammar would recount again and again, ever evolving, the incredible story of his miraculous escape.

***

 

 Liz Cheney on Trump’s victory:

“Our nation’s democratic system functioned last night and we have a new President-elect. All Americans are bound, whether we like the outcome or not, to accept the results of our elections. We now have a special responsibility, as citizens of the greatest nation on earth, to do everything we can to support and defend our Constitution, preserve the rule of law, and ensure that our institutions hold over these coming four years. Citizens across this country, our courts, members of the press and those serving in our federal, state and local governments must now be the guardrails of democracy.”

https://www.yahoo.com/news/donald-trump-victory-liz-cheney-131546802.html

"Citizens across this country, our courts, members of the press and those serving in our federal, state and local governments must now be the guardrails of democracy.” Liz Chaney

 

Well, my choice for President of our fair United States of America didn’t win. So, what now?

First the good things:

1.       There will be a peaceful transfer of presidential power. No more worry about there not being one. There is no longer any reason to think there will be another Jan-6 riot at the Capitol. National Guard troops can stay home

2.       All the preparatory positioning by the GOP for mounting multiple legal challenges to the election outcome will be boxed and closeted for at least another election cycle.

3.       47’s incessant school yard trash talk might become less profuse and repugnant and more civil (I don’t really believe this).

4.       Storm Rafael now forming in the Gulf of Mexico will miss Florida.

5.       Due to expected “La Nina” conditions approaching the west coast, a mild winter can be expected for Florida.

6.       The TBT actually delivered my Wednesday paper this morning.

7.       Despite my doubts about the future of my country, I will carry on.

 

Now the bad things:

1)       47 is 78, meaning he will be 82 when his current term is completed. Will he be up to it? Everyone will be watching. If he can’t, his VP will have to step up, and that’s really scary.

2)       Iran is raising “full-scale” nuclear threats toward Israel this morning.

3)       47 insists he can end the war in Ukraine and the Israel-Hamas war, without explaining how. He summarizes his approach through another Reagan phrase: “peace through strength.” But he remains critical of NATO and top U.S. military brass. “I don’t consider them leaders,” 47 has said of Pentagon officials that Americans “see on television.” He has repeatedly praised authoritarians like Hungary’s Viktor Orban and Russia’s Vladimir Putin.

                (a)   In other words, Ukraine is screwed and pal Putin will get a pass and a chunk of Ukraine.

                (b)       U.S. commitment to NATO will now be in question … again … offering Putin further expansion opportunities.

4)       47 will have unconstrained power granted to him by SCOTUS.

                (a)    Heaven help us.

                (b)   47 has promised he will truly weaponize the U.S. Department of Justice and go after his opponents.

5)       47 has not said explicitly that he would veto national abortion restrictions if they reached his desk. Thus, women can expect a federal law limiting their right to make decisions regarding their own body.

6)     DeSantis successfully used your tax dollars to defeat a constitutional amendment that would have allowed women in Florida greater freedom to make decisions affecting their own bodies.

7)       47 will levy stiff import tariffs on some foreign products.

           (a)       Respected national economists have expressed doubts as to how this can be done without raising prices for you and me.

8)       While 47 has promised he will carry out “the largest mass deportation program in history” using the National Guard and empowering domestic police forces in the effort, he has been scant on details of what the program would look like and how he would ensure that it targeted only people in the U.S. illegally. 

9)       47 has promised to extend his 2017 tax overhaul, with a few notable changes that include lowering the corporate income tax rate to 15% from the current 21%. That also involves rolling back Biden’s income tax hikes on the wealthiest Americans and scrapping Inflation Reduction Act levies that finance energy measures intended to combat climate change. With national debt in the trillions and growing, how will he pay for this reduction in federal revenue?

10)  47  has called for rolling back societal emphasis on diversity and for legal protections for LGBTQ citizens, and has called for ending diversity, equity and inclusion programs in government institutions, using federal funding as leverage.

11)  47 has pledged to remove obstacles to fossil fuel production, including opening all federal lands for exploration — even though U.S. energy production is already at record highs. 

12)  47 has pledged he will unleash housing construction by cutting regulations — though most construction rules come from state and local government – as well as to end “frivolous litigation from the environmental extremists.”

13)  47 has pledged to weaken the government’s power to enforce statutes and rules by reducing the number of employees engaging in the work and, potentially, impose a chilling effect on those who remain.

        (a)  This would make it easier to fire federal workers by classifying thousands of them as being outside civil service protections.

14)  47 also claims that presidents have exclusive power to control federal spending even after Congress has appropriated money. Trump argues that lawmakers’ budget actions “set a ceiling” on spending but not a floor — meaning the president’s constitutional duty to “faithfully execute the laws” includes discretion on whether to spend the money.

       (a) This interpretation could set up a court battle with otherwise weakened Congressional oversight.

15)  47 has suggested that the Federal Reserve, an independent entity that sets interest rates, should be subject to more presidential power.

       (a)       Though he has not offered details, any such move would represent a momentous change to how the U.S. economic and monetary systems work.

16)  47 has targeted the federal Department of Education for elimination in his second administration. That does not mean that he wants Washington out of classrooms. He still proposes, among other maneuvers, using federal funding as leverage to pressure K-12 school systems to abolish tenure and adopt merit pay for teachers and to scrap diversity programs at all levels of education. He calls for pulling federal funding “for any school or program pushing Critical Race Theory, gender ideology, or other inappropriate racial, sexual, or political content on our children.”

17)  In higher education, 47 proposes taking over accreditation processes for colleges, a move he describes as his “secret weapon” against the “Marxist Maniacs and lunatics” he says control higher education. Trump takes aim at higher education endowments, saying he will collect “billions and billions of dollars” from schools via “taxing, fining and suing excessively large private university endowments” at schools that do not comply with his edicts which would almost certainly end up in protracted legal fights.

18)  As in other policy areas, 47 isn’t actually proposing limiting federal power in higher education but strengthening it. He calls for redirecting the confiscated endowment money into an online “American Academy” offering college credentials to all Americans without a tuition charges. “It will be strictly non-political, and there will be no wokeness or jihadism allowed—none of that’s going to be allowed,” he said on Nov. 1, 2023.

19)  Trump insists he would protect Social Security and Medicare, but exempting tip and overtime wages from payroll taxes would reduce the funding stream for Social Security and Medicare outlays.

         (a)   47 has also mentioned approving state requests for waivers of various federal rules and has broadly endorsed state-level work requirements for Social Security recipients.

20)  47 has called for repealing the Affordable Care Act and its subsidized health insurance marketplaces. But he still has not proposed a replacement.

21)   In the latter stages of the campaign, 47 played up his alliance with former presidential candidate Robert F. Kennedy Jr., a longtime critic of vaccines and of pesticides used in U.S. agriculture and repeatedly told rally crowds that he would put Kennedy in charge of “making America healthy again."

22)  47 has claimed falsely that climate change is a “hoax,” and blasted Biden-era spending on cleaner energy designed to reduce U.S. reliance on fossil fuels. He proposes an energy policy – and transportation infrastructure spending – anchored to fossil fuels: roads, bridges and combustion-engine vehicles. “Drill, baby, drill!” was a regular chant at Trump rallies.

23)  47 says he does not oppose electric vehicles but promises to end all Biden incentives to encourage EV market development and to roll back Biden-era fuel efficiency standards.

24)  47 could make it harder for workers to unionize. In discussing auto workers, Trump focused almost exclusively on Biden’s push toward electric vehicles. When he mentioned unions, it was often to lump “the union bosses and CEOs” together as complicit in “this disastrous electric car scheme.” In an Oct. 23, 2023, statement, Trump said of United Auto Workers, “I’m telling you, you shouldn’t pay those dues.”

25)  47’s rhetoric and policy approach in world affairs is more isolationist diplomatically, non-interventionist militarily and protectionist economically than the U.S. has been since World War II. But the details are more complicated. He pledges expansion of the military, promises to protect Pentagon spending from austerity efforts and proposes a new missile defense shield — an old idea from the Reagan era during the Cold War.

26)  47 is a convicted felon. How will his sentencing be handled?

27)  Will he pardon the Jan-6 rioters? He has promised to do so if they’re innocent.”

28)  Will he pardon others who were complicit in the illegal attempt to overthrow the Biden election?

29)  Will he and his family again be able to reap millions inappropriately if not illegally through the opportunities created by his position as President of the United States?