Hey, Hey, Hey

It’s a sign of the times, I guess, seeing famous men being humbled by women ratting them out for decades of boorish, lewd, and, in some cases, criminal sexual behavior. We have a President who became famous for groping women (and bragging about it), for gosh sakes.

But, enough about him.

Bill Cosby took the fall yesterday. Many women have come forward in recent years to finger him for using date rape drugs on them and then having his way. Only one of those episodes had not fallen victim to the Statute of Limitations (i.e. too far back to prosecute), but one case was enough.

America’s once-beloved funnyman, TV dad, and Jello chocolate pudding pitchman faces up to 30 years in prison. He’s 80 years old now, and I’d be surprised if he gets more than a slap on the wrist. Still, he now joins O.J. as one of the biggest f’ups in modern history.

A decades-old, baffling criminal investigation seems to be coming to a close, thanks to technology and another Dumb Criminal.

The so-called Golden State Serial Killer was apprehended this past week thanks to DNA evidence. What is unusual is that the perp voluntarily submitted his DNA to one of those ancestry search firms, looking for some family background, I guess.

What Mr. Golden State Serial Killer didn’t know (who did?) is that law enforcement agencies use those DNA databases to search for criminals. Evidently, some cop submitted the DNA from one of the psychopath’s crime scenes, ostensibly looking for a family match, just like any person can do. That DNA was matched with the Golden State guy, who had eluded capture for thirty years after murdering twelve people, raping 50 women, and burglarizing 150 homes.

He was an ex-cop.

Not surprisingly, some doofus “privacy rights” nutjobs have come out of the woodwork and are irate about the unmitigated gall of law enforcement for abusing the DNA match website! That’s a bit weird: the database exists for DNA matching. The police paid their money and took their chances, just like anybody does. I am a guy who thinks humans are in a losing footrace to catch up with the technology that they created, but, in this case, some detective knew exactly what he/she was doing. Hat’s off to the cops!

In other news, we may have finally got the satellite TV technology fixed in our RV!

For several years now, we have been fighting to obtain, keep, and gain benefit from the satellite signal that we’ve paid good money to capture (from Dish TV). I have probably spent hundreds of hours talking to Dish representatives about our myriad problems. Supposedly, Dish was not the problem; it was an equipment malfunction within the RV, according to the Dish techs. Or, so they said.

 

On the other hand, our RV repair people had supposedly investigated every nook and cranny, fine-tuned every port, tightened every wire, and done everything they could to rule out the RV as the culprit.

 

We took separate trips to Oceanside and Chula Vista in the past ten days, and the Dish TV reception was shitty or non-existent. In other words, normal.

Dammit!!

I know the least about this type of technology and I flunked shop in high school, as I recall. But, I was forced to become a technician and troubleshoot the situation (for FREE!) and I did so, component by component, checking every possible failure spot… finally coming to the conclusion that the culprit was the 13 year-old coaxial cable buried within the chassis (i.e. unreachable).

So, I had the RV repair guys wire me a new port for the coax and we eliminated all other audiovisual appliances other than the satellite TV  set-top box. Yesterday, we set up in the parking lot of the RV repair place and…ouila!!…it worked flawlessly.

I should un-retire and do this for a living; it’s not brain surgery.

My brilliance should save me about one hour per day when I’m “on vacation”. And, more importantly, my daily ass-chewing from Charlie!

Speaking of my wonderful wife, she is beginning to see the handwriting on the wall…the end of 30 years here in Bear Creek and the Murrieta/Temecula Valley. We will be leaving quite a number of friends and business associates behind, and I can see the reality of that on Charlie’s face.

She is a very social animal, while I am not. She has a lot of friends, while I cultivate a few friendships. I tend to be a guy who doesn’t look in the rear view mirror that much; Charlie is the opposite. So, she’s going to have some rough times this coming year, and I’ll have to be as supportive as I can.

We plan to include a couple of months in So Cal each year while RV’ing, and we will use those interludes to catch up with our friends and relatives.

Speaking of the latter, my sister Claudia and her boy-toy Ted introduced us to a British-themed restaurant in Old Town Temecula last night…as a “going away” festivity. Anyway, the food was great…enormous portions of fish (with the Fish and Chips) and some really good Tikka Masala (i.e. Indian cuisine).

Old Town is really becoming something special; lots of restaurants, bars, retail shops and customers. What a change from the situation when we moved into the area…it was absolutely dying back then. Kudos to the City of Temecula!

Claudia is recovering from knee replacement surgery. She had two bad knees, and was planning on getting both replaced with bionic parts. But, the recovery has been very painful. Things are going better now, but I’m not sure she will go under the knife again.

Claudia and Ted have some Toulouse geese that live on their property (near a large pond). They raised them from chicks, and now they are HUGE.

There is a guy and two gals, and they’ve been busing fornicating this Spring…and producing lots of eggs. Those suckers are HUGE, filling up the entire palm of one’s hand.

Claudia has been harvesting the eggs, using them to make noodles, giving them to neighbors, etc. “Larry”, the man-goose, is not amused by this, and has been screaming bloody murder at the egg thieves. I feel sorry for the guy; he worked so hard…

We are going to a wedding today, will finish packing up the rig tomorrow, and hit the road on Monday for Santa Barbara (El Capitan).

On that same day, our home will be technically “For Sale”.

Hey, Hey, Hey!

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Rough Month

Our hapless President and his posse of neer-do-wells couldn’t catch a break this month.

The Democratic National Committee filed a multi-million dollar lawsuit against (among others) the Trump for President Campaign, Paul Manafort (ex-Campaign strategist), Roger Stone (Manafort’s boss), Jared Kushner (Trump’s son-in-law), George Papadopoulos (ex-Campaign staffer who is cooperating with Special Counsel Mueller), and Donald Trump Jr. The complaint: that “Russia mounted a brazen attack on American democracy” with the goal of “destabilizing the U.S. political environment, denigrating the Democratic presidential nominee, and supporting the campaign of Donald Trump, whose policies would benefit the Kremlin”.

The lawsuit is similar to the one the DNC filed against Nixon’s reelection committee (known as CREEP) after the Watergate break-in. The DNC won that suit, and the $750K settlement was reached on the day that Nixon resigned the Presidency.

The judge in this year’s DNC lawsuit, John Koetl, was a young prosecutor on the staff of Archibald Cox, the Watergate special prosecutor. How about that for irony?

(Not to be outdone, the House Intelligence Committee (deluxe oxymoron), led by Donald Trump’s shill, Devin Nunes, released it’s report which states that the Russians meddled in the election, it was the F.B.I. and C.I.A.’s fault, and that Donald Trump and the Republican Party had nothing to do with it. So now we know…because the G.O.P. report was totally factual…honest to God!)

Speaking of legal stuff, the Stormy Daniels case was in the news…a lot. The F.B.I. raid on Trump’s personal attorney (Michael Cohen)’s home and office has put the fear of God into a lot of people, including the President and his lawyer/”fixer”.

Attorney Cohen announced this week that he would be availing himself of the Fifth Amendment when questioned by the F.B.I.

That’s an interesting turn of events, Trump-wise, because The Donald has a very low opinion of people who take the Fifth Amendment. When he was a candidate, and trying like Hell to damn Hillary Clinton about the “e-mail server” non-issue, he badmouthed her staff who took the Fifth when questioned by Congressional committees. “The mob takes the Fifth…If you’re innocent, why are you taking the Fifth Amendment? It’s disgraceful.”

Of course, the F.B.I. now has Cohen’s files, computers, cellphone records, etc. All those juicy communiques with his client are open for scrutiny. There is now the possibility that he will take the Fifth publicly, but squeal to the Feds in private, to save his ass.

The President, who has steadfastly denied knowing, dating, consorting with, or copulating on top of porn star Stormy Daniels, is now telling a different story about the payoff of the $130K in hush money. “He (Cohen) represented me in the crazy Stormy Daniels deal.”

Duh.

I think every American, including Trump’s rabid MAGA supporters, had already figured that one out. When someone’s personal attorney pays $130K to someone so that they won’t talk about something that never happened…c’mon, Man!!!

(Speaking of Michael Cohen, legal eagle extraordinaire and professional fixer, another embarrassing thing happened this week, when the judge sitting on the F.B.I. case ordered Mr. Cohen to reveal his clients. Of course, Fox News talking heads yelled and screamed about the loss of attorney-client confidentiality, and how the legal system was going down the drain. It was the end of democracy itself. When Cohen finally coughed up the answer to the judge… big surprise: one of his other two clients was none other than Fox News talking head/superstar Sean Hannity, who daily pumps up the Trump agenda from his TV pulpit and makes excuses for his golf buddy.)

Earlier this month, Stormy Daniels’ attorney publicized an artist’s rendition of a man that the porn star claimed threatened her (“leave Trump alone, or else!”) some years back. The President claimed that the incident never happened. Question: “I thought you didn’t know Stormy Daniels?” Question: “So, how do you know that it didn’t happen?”

Getting our minds out of the gutter, for a moment, it might be time to consider some of the President’s personnel decisions/mistakes…again.

As I’ve previously reported, Mr. Trump nominated his personal physician, Rear Admiral Ronny Jackson, to be the next Secretary of Veterans’ Affairs. Mr. Jackson’s qualifications for this Cabinet-level position, which has a $273 billion budget and employs 377K employees, seem to be the following: (1) he enjoys an occasional drink with the Prez; (2) he’s complimented Mr. Trump on his junk; (3) he gives a Hell of a rectal exam; (4) he gave his boss a passing grade on his annual physical; and, so, (4) the President likes him.

(He looks qualified to me.)

Unfortunately, Senators (of both parties) were skeptical of Jackson’s bonafides and rather perturbed at the President for not vetting the good doctor before confirmation hearings could begin. Without much digging, the office of Senator Jon Tester of Montana yesterday released a rather lengthy list of allegations against the nominee, ranging from reckless medical practices, hostility in the workplace, lack of leadership skills, and alcohol dependency.

The nomination of Ronny Jackson to be the next Secretary of Veterans’ Affairs was withdrawn today.

The President will now have to choose another member of his regular Monday night card game to lead the VA.

Is Carrot Top still available?

Or, how about this clown?

The next Administration stooge on the chopping block seems to be Environmental Protection Agency Director Scott Pruitt.

In addition to being a climate change denier, which qualified him for the job in the President’s mind, Pruitt has seemingly left no stone unturned to debase his position as the leader of the Agency. He has demoralized staff by dismantling decades of policy, abandoned the role of facts in scientific policy making, and allowed lobbyists free rein to curb business-unfriendly rules.

 

As the designated hitter for the billionaire, oil baron Koch brothers, Pruitt was a major force in the President’s decision to pull out of the Paris Climate Accords, a multi-nation effort to decrease greenhouse emissions.

Mr. Pruitt has made a science out of bringing oil company lobbyists and shills into the EPA for advice, jobs, and policy paper production. Trump promised to “drain the swamp”; Pruitt’s mission seems to be to re-fill it.

While doing his best to sabotage the work of the EPA, Pruitt has been busy taking advantage of his exalted position. He spent $150,000 on first-class travel for he and his wife, directed staff to give super-raises to his top aides (and then denied it), lived in a super below-market rent Capitol Hill rowhouse, provided by an energy industry lobbyist, demanded a 24/7 security detail, insisted that the EPA construct a secure phone booth for him in his office at a cost of $43,000, and appointed a guy to head a Superfund task force who has been banned from the Oklahoma banking industry for life…but had loaned him $1 million over the years.

One wonders why someone would need a sound-proof phone booth. I think the guy has watched too many episodes of Get Smart.

(On the other hand, he might not want anyone overhearing the Koch brothers giving him his daily instructions. Just sayin’…)

 

This week, Director Pruitt is taking body shots from two Congressional committees regarding his many embarrassing, ethical missteps. The President and his Deputy Liar-in-Chief, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, are giving carefully-worded endorsements of his job performance.

My opinion: Dead Man Walking.

Careful wording was not on the mind of French President Emmanuel Macron when he made a State visit to America this past week.

President and Mrs. Trump gave the French leader and his wife the royal treatment, including a State dinner and much hugging and kissing. The press described the festivities as a budding bro-mance.

However, yesterday the Mr. Macron made a major speech before a joint session of Congress that ripped the U.S. President a new ass. Speaking on behalf of our European allies, the French leader criticized Trump’s  “America First” agenda, the decision to pull out of the Paris Climate Accords, the threat to pull out of the Iran nuclear deal, instigation of global tariff wars, and Trump’s fascination with strongman leaders like Russia’s Putin and China’s Xi Jinping.

This dressing-down of Trumpism was especially devastating, coming from America’s oldest ally. It was France who helped us win the Revolutionary War, and gave us the Statue of Liberty in admiration of our democracy. That our country has fallen so low in France’s estimation is shameful, and that a European leader would have to publicly pull down our pants…before Congress…is embarrassing.

Of course, it was just another day at the office for Donald Trump and his excellent crew.

Jim Comey, fired F.B.I. Director, went on TV to promote his memoirs, which are titled “A Higher Loyalty”. In the book (which I have not read), Mr. Comey allegedly details conversations with the President in which Mr. Trump pressed him repeatedly for his personal loyalty, and urged him to go easy on some of the Russia-gate principals who were simultaneously involved with the Trump campaign. Most of this stuff has previously leaked to the media, but, still, it appears to reveal Donald Trump as…the narcissistic scumbag that we all know he is.

(I ran into a middle-aged woman at Costco, while I was looking at some of their books on sale. She blurted out, “There’s that Comey book. What a piece of crap he is!” Yeah, nobody likes a snitch…except maybe Special Counsel Robert Mueller?)

The President, who is running short of personal attorneys of late, this week hired ex-NYC Mayor and Fox News talking head/Trump cheerleader Rudy Giuliani to handle some of his most-pressing legals matters, including the Story Daniels dust-up and the Russia-gate stinker.

Again, Mr. Trump is associating himself with someone who is prone to flatter him and who is also a known philanderer and three-time marriage loser. (What is it about these guys who can’t honor their wedding vows? )

It’s a perfect hire.

Hail to the Chief!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The California Super-Dooper King

We’ve had a Sleep Number bed in our home for many years…it’s a California King, which is as big as they get. We need it, because Booger and Baby sleep with us, and they like to spread out and move about during the night. Nothing but the best for those two spoiled brats.

We also have Queen-sized Sleep Number bed in our RV. Actually, I sleep better in that one, for some reason.

The one in the rig sits on a platform that you can lift up and store things underneath, which is nice in an RV…more storage room is better. We’ve always liked that set-up, and we wanted to replace the crappy metal bed frame at home with something like that…on a California King scale.

Our son Jonathan, who is taking over Charlie’s bookkeeping business, used to be a cabinet maker. He was very good at it; he made our hutch, Charlie’s office, remodeled our master bathroom, and did various other projects around our house. He’s now out of the business, and has been doing bookkeeping for around eight years now.

Jonathan has a good friend, Tony, who has his own successful cabinetmaking business (Wicked Woodwork) in Temecula. They came up with a design for a new lift-top platform for our California King here in the house. Jonathan did the design concept, did the measurements, and then Tony fine-tuned the design and built the monster…for $3K.

Yesterday, Tony and his assistant Thor came over to the house to install the new piece of furniture. I was doing something else in the house when I heard Tony yell something very bad, and after a few minutes he said, “Craig, we have a problem. In fact, it is a catastrophic problem!”

I hate it when that happens. Anyway, the three of us stood there looking at the partially-assembled platform, trying to figure out what to do. Tony was beside himself; if he had a gun, he would have used it.

What had happened was that Jonathan had given Tony the right dimensions, but in the wrong order. As I understand it now, for a piece of furniture, the dimensions are width x length x height. Jonathan had reversed the width and length. So, the $3K one-of-a-kind platform wouldn’t accept the Sleep Number mattresses in the way that they were designed, and, also, there was no way to change the position of the platform (versus the headboard), because the platform was unfinished on that side. A colossal f’up. Tony was distraught, and Jonathan (via a phone call) was mortified. Thor and I just looked at the thing and tried to figure out some way to salvage the thing.

What we all decided to do, in the end, was to install the platform as built, but position the Sleep Number mattresses sideways, instead of lengthwise. As I told the guys, Charlie and I use the same Sleep Number pressure setting, so it shouldn’t really matter, because the whole sleeping surface will be uniform.

Tony and Thor were relieved, as was Jonathan, and Charlie and I now have the only installed California King with under-bed storage that is wider than it is long. It’s 80 inches wide, I believe, but I’ll have to check with Jonathan…

It’s actually pretty nice, because there is much more lateral room for the four of us to spread out in. And, it makes the bedroom look larger, which will help when we put it on the market in a few days.

Who knew?!

Busy, Busy, Busy

Time is a flyin’ down here in So Cal as we approach D-Day (i.e. the 2018 Road Trip).

We’re spending this weekend in Chula Vista, in the RV, sans dogs. Some friends from the neighborhood, Terry and Barb, are here with their 40′ rig. It’s been fun spending some time with them, catching up, playing cards, and doing some sightseeing at Old Town San Diego.

The RV park that we’re staying at, Chula Vista RV Resort & Marina, is very nicely landscaped, is right adjacent to the yacht harbor, and has all of the amenities. I think we could go here in a pinch, but I believe that it would be pretty expensive in-season.

The dogs are staying with our son Tim and his family. They love the mutts almost as much as we do. They’ve noticed, as we have, that Jay Jay is acting a bit off, not pooing regularly, and seemingly a bit depressed. I have noticed changes in his behavior since we put him on some specialty “renal care” kibble a few months back. I’m going to take him in tomorrow and ask the vet what we can do to improve his life.

I do know that our young dog, Baby, annoys him a bit (because she’s actively playing or imploring him to play most of the time), and he gets jealous when Baby gets my personal attention. JayJay has been my shadow for years, and he is used to a lot of man-love. Baby is now cutting into that. Maybe that is the source of his discontent.

I got my annual Syn-Visc shot in my right knee last week, so I should experience a “20 year-old knee” until next calendar year. I get the shot in my left knee on Wednesday, so I’ll feel like a 70 year-old Bionic Man by the time we hit the road (April 30th).

That’s the day our house goes on sale. My son/Realtor, Tim, and I will get everything ready this week for the initial open houses: signs, brochures, kiosk info, Internet ads, etc. Tim says we should ask $519,900; I will be happy with $500K if we can get it.

Our home-to-be project, i.e. Sun City Mesquite, has been a big headache during the past week or so. We ran into a Pulte buzzsaw regarding the flooring upgrade: we wanted luxury vinyl tile planks, and they don’t really want to provide that. Then, when we threw in the towel and gave in to engineered hardwood, Pulte tried to sock us with a $30K upgrade fee. We told them to stuff it where the sun don’t shine, put in the standard/included rug and ceramic tile flooring, and we will tear it all out and replace with the flooring we want after the sale closes. I think we can get it done for $10K to $13K.

Of course, with the road trip approaching, the RV has begun to reveal some glitches. We continue to have a wiring issue with our satellite TV service. I’ve pretty much isolated it to a loose coax cable between the exterior port and the set top box. Our RV repair guys were supposed to have fixed it, but I will have to take it back tomorrow.

Our upcoming road trip schedule has a hole in it from August 6th, when we leave Carmel, to September 5th, when we check into Paradise By The Sea in Oceanside. I am not sure what we will be doing then. Trenching on our new home begins TODAY, and Pulte expects the home construction project to be accomplished in about 4 months or so. That would put completion at around the beginning of September, some two months ahead of the outside estimate that we were originally given.

If it goes down that way, we will probably close escrow, have a flooring contractor drop by and replace the carpet with engineered hardwood, and then move in when that project is done. We would be staying at the beach in Oceanside at that time, so the timing would be good.

So, at any rate, we will have to be somewhere in August…where it isn’t 110 degrees! I will have to ponder that…

The End of an Era

OMG, we are leaving Bear Creek soon.

Our 30-year run here will end later this year, when we move to Mesquite, Nevada. Between now and then, we will be pretty much on the road, killing time in the RV, seeing America.

Charlie and I relocated here (in Murrieta) from Riverside when the last of our children, Jonathan, moved out of our two-story home in the Arlington Hills area. There were lots of great memories there…essentially, the boys’ teenage years, but it was time to downsize and have some “together time”.

There were no cities of Murrieta and Temecula back in 1988, just “towns” in the unincorporated area of Southwest Riverside County. In fact, when we moved to Bear Creek, it was necessary to drive at least five miles to get a gallon of milk. The I-15 freeway existed, as did the Clinton-Keith off ramp, and there was one stop sign between the freeway and the new Jack Nicklaus golf club community. And, that’s all there was…open fields and the new Bear Creek community, set in the coastal foothills.

Mr. Nicklaus and his investors envisioned a “country club community”, populated with upper crust golfers, businessmen, and well-to-do retirees.

We weren’t any of those people, but we sneaked in by purchasing the least expensive condo in the Oak Tree development; I think we paid a little over $200K.

(The Nicklaus’ designed golf course was, and is, one of the best in Southern California. In the early years, it was a magnet for exceptional golfers (“plus” handicaps). The Skins Game, a nationally televised event, was held in Bear Creek in 1985.)

In the late 80’s and early 90’s, many of the “estate” properties began to be developed into modest mansions. We met many of the owners through the Golf Club, and the social activities thereof; in fact, Charlie became a mover-and-shaker of the Social Committee. So, we ended up knowing everyone and got invited to many fancy parties, as the new homeowners were anxious to show off their new digs. Each new rich guy would try to one-up the last one’s home and housewarming party.

Gee, we sure ate a lot of shrimp!

We paid a lot of money to join the equity golf club. I didn’t play a lot of golf back then, because I worked all week, so it was pretty expensive golf. It probably cost us about $1,200 per month to belong to the club. But, those were heady times, and we had a lot of fun hobnobbing, meeting interesting people, and becoming part of the local society.

Charlie became a major wheel in the area’s largest charitable organization, the Assistance League. (In 1997, she became President!)

I would say that the best years in Bear Creek were those first 5 to 10 years, when we lived in Oak Tree. However, there was a recession in the mid- to late-90’s, and it caused quite a few of the original residents to leave. In their stead came a crop of “bargain hunters”, and the Golf Club changed. In place of the old camaraderie, there developed schisms: the rich folk; the retirees; the golf purists, etc. Homeowner association politics became pronounced, and much bad blood ensued.

In the early 2000’s, it came to a head when a “golf purist” group took control of the Golf Club and, essentially, chased a large group of club members/property owners out of Bear Creek.

It was a bad decision, as the Club lost about 150 equity members…who had been paying, on the average, about $1,000 per month.

I was one of those members (and, I was also on the Club’s Board of Directors at the time); Charlie and I didn’t leave Bear Creek, but we did quit the Club.

The Club went bankrupt within about five years.

(I believe that Bear Creek has the distinction of being the only golf club master-planned development by Jack Nicklaus where he actually lost money. Of course, he bailed on Bear Creek many years before, shortly after the mid-90’s recession.)

Bear Creek remained a beautiful place to live, and we continued to do so for another dozen years. But, there’s too much politics now…

…we’ve inherited some bad neighbors…

…and we’ve gotten too old for our tri-level home on Lochinvar Court (where we’ve lived for twenty years).

We’re done with the stairs!

When we moved to the town of Murrieta back in ’88, there were maybe 15,000 people living here; now, it is a city with a population of 115,000. There a lots of streetlights, traffic signals, restaurants, retail establishments, parks, schools, trees and…activity. It’s a nice place to live, no doubt about it.

We’ve made a lot of friends here. Many have moved on, quite a few have died, and there are very few of the “original” Bear Creek folk still around. In the glossy Bear Creek magazine that we receive in the mail each month, I don’t recognize 90 percent of the people being featured. Charlie and I are now some of the old fogies, the dinosaurs who claim that things were better “in the good ol’ days”.

It’s actually true.

It is also time to move on to a new beginning elsewhere. In Mesquite, we will develop a new crop of friends, engage in new social activities, and probably develop some new BFF’s.

We will still have our “Murrieta connection”, as a number of our kin live there,  and we plan on vacationing in Southern California each Fall. So, we will retain old friendships if that is in the cards.

If everyone doesn’t die on us.

 

 

 

 

More Fake News

“The sun will come out tomorrow..”, sings Annie.

That is a fact that is indisputably true, like  babies needing to be born, bells that can’t be un-rung, and World Series titles that have never been won by the San Diego Padres.

These are facts.

It used to be that investigative work was characterized by Dragnet detective  Sgt. Joe Friday’s famous instruction, “Just the facts, M’aam…” Not opinion, not gossip, not belief…just tell me what actually happened.

I took Journalism in college. The first thing that is drummed into a prospective reporter’s minds is to focus on the Five W’s: “Who?”, “What?”, “Where?”, “When?”, and “Why?”. If you can answer those objectively, then you have a story. That is, if you want to have credibility (i.e. being trusted and believed in) and veracity (i.e. adherence to the truth).

At least, that used to be the way things were. The public expected that the news they got from reporters (print or broadcast media) was legit, an honest portrayal of what was actually happening out in the real world. They could read fiction or comic books, or watch sci-fi movies for the other stuff: that was entertainment…certainly, it wasn’t news.

Nowadays, there seems to be great skepticism that the news being disseminated to the masses is factual. The claim has been made by many people (on a daily basis by our current President) that much of what is purveyed by the media is “fake news”, stuff that’s made up, information that is biased, propaganda meant to influence the reader, etc. It’s not to be trusted.

Fake is a pretty strong term. By definition it means “not genuine; counterfeit; a forgery; a sham”. The word implies an intent to deceive, rather than the commission of a mistake.

If I were to report that Joe Blow was born in 1951, when it was actually 1952, that would be an error…not fake news. However, if someone was to prove that I made that mistake in order to justify some slanted story, then that would be dishonest journalism, at the least, and maybe “fake” in someone’s mind.

A problem that we have in our current society is the proliferation of gossip (i.e. casual or unconstrained conversation or reports about other people, typically involving details that are not confirmed as being true) and rumor (i.e. a currently circulating story or report of uncertain or doubtful truth). Gossiping  and rumor mongering have been around as long as human beings could think and talk. They both can be unfair, hurtful, and, of course, groundless (as in fact-less).

It is a sad reflection on society, in general, that gossip and rumor have become a surrogate for factual news, and that large swaths of humankind are seemingly addicted to fantastic, salacious, and conspiratorial “news” of this sort.

In today’s world, technology has enabled such non-factual information to be disseminated world-wide, in an instant, and then passed along, through social media and other Internet apps, to gullible individuals, who then pass it off to their “contacts” as factual information. As someone once said, “Information is power.” Just imagine the influence a planted, non-factual story, meant to smear someone, has when it shows up in a couple of million Facebook accounts. Just ask Vladimir Putin…

As Arthur Hays Sulzberger, publisher of the New York Times, once said, “A man’s judgment cannot be better than the information on which he has based it.” No shit.

This is the reality we now live with: technology has developed faster than society’s ability to use it wisely. Thanks to the Internet of Things, we are being bombarded with information, and many, if not most, people are not capable of winnowing the truth from the chaff of gossip, rumor, innuendo, and outright, fabricated jibber-jabber.

Every human being has an opinion about something, and some people have a lot of them. Opinion is a belief or conclusion held with confidence but not necessarily substantiated by positive knowledge or proof. In other words, opinions can be wrong.

“Public opinion” usually derives from a skimpy understanding of the facts of a matter: some people are well-informed, and others don’t have any information with which to judge, and, still, others have a prejudiced view of the topic. So, public opinion is a mixed-bag of understandings and biases. Public opinion doesn’t mean much except… at election time. Sadly, votes don’t rely on facts.

Unfortunately, those individuals with the most opinions often are supported by the fewest facts.  As Bertrand Russell, the philosopher, once said, “The stupid are cocksure, and the intelligent are full of doubt.” The corollary to that is “He who knows nothing doubts nothing.”

So, where does one go to find out the truth?

That’s a good question, I think. In my opinion, one should try to separate professional journalists (the Five W folks) from the entertainers. It’s really pretty easy to spot the latter: they put labels on people; they name-call; they pass along rumors and gossip; and, they offer opinion in lieu of fact. And, they label news that they disagree with…”fake”.

Responsible, legitimate, professional newspapers have long used the “Op-Ed” (opinion/editorial) page to separate the measured opinion of the editor or publisher from the actual, factual news that is mixed in with the advertisements.

There is an old term for gossipy, rumor-filled fluff masquerading as news: “yellow journalism”. Articles in these (typically tabloid) newspapers feature graphic, sometimes “doctored” photos, crude exaggeration, and sensational stories. Bold, eye-catching headlines with scandalous intent, are aimed at folks proceeding through the checkstand at the grocery store. Articles are slim on fact, long on juicy “secrets” and tantalizing conspiracies.

I think most people take them for what they are: titillating entertainment, but not really factual news. As Jay Leno used to say, “The Enquirer checks, re-checks, and then re-check the facts…” with a smirk. In other words, their reporters take gossip and massage it into an expose.

A problem that we now have in America is that yellow journalism has invaded broadcast media.

This is a significant problem, in that people are going digital in a big way, so print media (i.e. legitimate newspapers) is losing audience share to digital media (i.e. information available on cell phones, I-pads, smart watches) and broadcast media (particularly radio and cable TV). The local newspaper, trying to focus on actual news, is in competition with entertainment…and, people  like to be entertained more than they like to be educated. It’s a fact of life.

What passes for news on some popular radio and cable TV shows is actually yellow journalism…high shock value headline to capture attention, followed by the on-air “talent” entertaining the audience with his or her opinions, usually of a strident political nature. Facts, truth, decency, and the like are not germane to the “show”…which is what it is. The ostensible news program is, essentially, a bombastic, bile-filled  performance meant to smear a fellow American, usually a public figure.

The big problem, as I see it, particularly with cable TV, is that many local markets in the United States are served by very few media companies. Actually, I believe something like 90 percent of American households with cable TV are served by six media companies. These companies typically have radio, TV, and entertainment (motion picture) components. First and foremost, they are in the business of entertainment…and tolerate news shows…as long as they are entertaining.

A guy like Walter Cronkite, sitting stolidly in a chair, monotonously reading the days news events…”telling it like it is”…wouldn’t hold an anchor job for a week. He was The Most Trusted Man In America, as I recall, but that was back in the day when people were thirsty for real information; way back in the so-called “Greatest Generation”.

People like Edward R. Murrow, Dan Rather, Morley Safer, Harry Reasoner, Mike Wallace…they were TV reporters who were actually journalists. They took pride in the accuracy of their work and the limited use of hyperbole. They were the Sgt. Joe Friday’s in their field.

Today, a radio listener to the highly-rated Excellence in Broadcasting Network’s Rush Limbaugh show is likely to hear the host use racial epithets, insult political leaders, denigrate entire ethnic groups, and accuse (without a shred of truth) various public figures of heinous crimes, misdemeanors and treason. All in a hour’s work…in the name of honest reporting. In reality, it’s a 60-minute sermon.

Fox News, a cable TV offering reaching virtually all markets in America, is essentially a 24/7 bullhorn for conservative and extreme right-wing political propaganda masquerading as factual news. It has also become the de-facto policy making arm of the Trump Administration.

Fox News will hype some “news” which may be simply gossip, rumor, a conspiracy theory, or perhaps a word-for-word diatribe from the Ku Klux Klan members manual. The agit-prop shtick is presented by foaming-at-the-mouth personalities who are entertainers, not reporters. The intent is to incite political  action.

It works. President Trump is an avid follower, as is his political base, and he regularly tweets his high-fives to the Fox News hosts, giving them more stature with their audience. The President’s intense campaign against “fake news” has been promoted, endlessly, by Fox News hosts, who are endlessly streaming fake news…from President Trump.

Basically, it is the President’s feeling, hence Fox’s, that any news that is not flattering to Donald Trump or his Administration is…fake.

When someone quits the Trump Administration (or, more likely, gets fired), the President often seeks replacements from within the Fox News roster of TV personalities, presumably because they are loyal to him.

Millions of people in the United States think that Fox News is actually putting out factual news, and they have their TV tuned to Fox 24/7. Go figure. 

The Sinclair Broadcast Group is a media giant that owns 193 cable TV outlets throughout the country. In some small markets, the Sinclair offering IS the local news source. Thus, Sinclair wields a lot of political power. And, the corporation is not adverse to using it.

Recently, “reporters” on Sinclair cable channels throughout the country were directed to read a corporate-produced editorial, as if it were a news story, warning the public about biased, “fake” news being put out…by the other guys. The message was, essentially, that Sinclair news was totally pure, unvarnished truth, devoid of any type of political slant. Viewers were warned about those unprincipled news outlets, who use their platforms to push their own agendas to control “exactly what people think”. Shame on them (those other guys)! Every anchorman, on every Sinclair station, read the same Sinclair corporate bullshit, word-for-word, with feeling, as if it were legitimate news.

So, when President Trump publicly says or does something that is caught on tape or videoed (i.e. it actually happened), Sinclair stations will report that the reality was “fake”, and its viewers are expected to believe that…because Sinclair has a corporate commitment to factual reporting. In essence, we will tell you what is real and what is not: don’t believe your eyes or ears (or your brain)…believe us, because we are the good guys.

George Orwell predicted this.

The Internet, as wonderful as it is, is a plague when it comes to transmitting rubbish disguised as news. Anyone (like me!) can start up a blog, and foist off gossip, rumors, conspiracy theories, and announce scandalous events that didn’t really happen. Amateur “reporters” are everywhere on the Web, and, the more spectacular and salacious the “scoop”, the quicker the so-called news goes viral.

Breitbart is an Internet news outlet that is famous for pushing (and, inventing) right-wing propaganda. Neo-Nazis, religious nuts, anarchists, Tea Partiers, and racists contribute scary stuff to this site. What is really scary, though, is that so-called “news” outlets like Fox News, Rush Limbaugh, Sinclair, etc. pass along scurrilous Breitbart propaganda as legitimate source material for program fodder.

President Trump was so enamored with Breitbart that he chose its honcho, Steve Bannon, to mastermind his campaign and serve as his chief political strategist once elected. Go figure. (Bannon has since left the Administration.)

So, I guess the question is: How important is truth? Do we really need it in modern society?

America elected a guy who lies (publicly) every day, usually multiple times. His history is full of lies and dishonesty, whether it be his marriages, his business dealings, his political beliefs, etc. And, he is not ashamed of lying. He often doubles-down on a lie, once caught, expecting that this will drive off a reporter. He will even go on TV and deny, on camera, that he said something the previous day…something that we all saw him say.

His press secretary, Sarah Huckabee Sanders,  has the unenviable task of walking back stupid things the President of the United States said, publicly. Often, she will said, “What he meant…”. Other times, she lie to protect him…”He never said that” (thing we all saw him say on TV!). Oh, Boy, what a job she has.

(The Liar’s Liar: In the April 1991 issue of Spy magazine: “A mobster who knew Trump socially said of him once, ‘he’d lie to you about what time of day it is — just for the practice.’ ”)

 

In Trump’s mind, it’s fake if he says it’s fake. And, anyone who doesn’t take his side…well, he’s fake, too. And, anyone who reports about this…well, he’s making stuff up. (Not that the President would ever stoop to that…)

Maybe we don’t need truth. Maybe, like Colonel Nathan R. Jessep said, we “can’t handle the truth”.

Truths like climate warming, Russian meddling in our elections, systemic police misconduct in poor neighborhoods, phony caches of Weapons of Mass Destruction, exaggerated claims about Mexican rapists pouring into the country, Administration actions which enrich Trump campaign contributors, the couple of dozen women who’ve come forward to claim that Donald Trump cheated on his wife…the list is endless…those are things that the public doesn’t need to know about.

The Pentagon Papers, Watergate, Iran-Contra…nah, we don’t need to know about things like that.

Like the trillion dollar debt that the government just saddled us with, paid for with borrowed money. It’s fake, none of our business.

All of it’s fake news, along with any other story that surfaces today or this week which puts Donald Trump in a bad light.

 

FAKE UPDATE: Yesterday, the F.B.I. executed a surprise search warrant on the office and residence of Donald Trump’s personal attorney. There seems to be some evidence that his attorney Michael Cohen has violated campaign and bank fraud laws relative to the “Stormy” Daniels affair. In other words, the attorney may have done wrong when he paid slush money to Daniels to buy her silence during the 2016 campaign.

Of course, the President has claimed “never happened” on a number of occasions, most of them dealing with allegations from the many women he slept or groped in public with while married, contractors that the Trump organization stiffed, and Cabinet staff who heard him refer to African nations as “shithole countries”. Trump University scamming folks? “Never happened!” (And, then, the Trump organization paid out over $1 million in settlement claims to the scammed students.)

If he says it’s true, you can take it to the bank. And, if he call’s someone a liar, well…who would be more qualified to speak on that subject?

Not to belabor the point, but… why would his personal attorney write up a non-disclosure agreement with Daniels and pay her $130,000 not to talk about something (screw Donald Trump) that never happened?

President Trump is now outraged that someone’s personal attorney, doing illegal things on behalf of a client, can be charged with anything…”It violates attorney-client privilege!” said the Prez. He also added, speaking of the F.B.I. raid, that it was “disgraceful” and “an attack on our country”.

Really?

We can now expect Fox News, Breitbart, Sinclair, Rush Limbaugh, and bootlicking Congressmen like Devin Nunes to attack the F.B.I. again…for doing their job.

Trump will probably fire the entire F.B.I. brass.

The whole thing’s FAKE, of course, like Trump’s Presidency.

FAKE UPDATE 2: This morning, Speaker of the House/GOP Congressman Paul Ryan announced that he will not seek re-election, joining the 30+ Republican legislators who can see the writing on the wall.

This is not surprising, actually. Ryan was that avowed opponent of “tax and spend” Democrats, a balanced budget Tea Partier, who gave Obama fits for years as Mr. Conservative/Fiscal Prudency.

Of course, as soon as his Republican Party gained control of Washington D.C., Ryan led the charge to adopt an un-balanced budget ($1 trillion deficit) that is enabled by phony revenue estimates and huge borrowing (to pay for the tax cuts for the 1% of Americans who contributed big-time to GOP campaigns).

Paul Ryan will forever be known in national political history as the Biggest Hypocrite of all-time…

…a FAKE conservative and FAKE patriot who enabled Donald Trump to desecrate our American democracy.

That makes over 30 Republican congressmen who don’t want to face the voters in November for the crap that they’ve pulled this session.

Will the last one standing please turn out the lights?

FAKE UPDATE 3:  Fired F.B.I. Director James Comey published a memoir this week which goes into great detail about President Trump’s dishonesty.

Trump immediately tweeted that Comey was a “slimeball”…for ratting him out, I’m sure.

Comey is the guy who publicly re-opened an investigation into alleged Hillary Clinton wrongdoing just in time to sabotage her Presidential campaign. The investigation went nowhere, but the damage was done. Trump praised Comey at the time for his sleazy move, calling him a great patriot, etc.

However, once President, Trump cooled appreciably toward Comey when the latter wouldn’t drop investigations into some of the Russia-gate principals, like the President’s nominee for a National Security Agency post. (That nominee was later thrown under the bus by Trump, and he plead guilty to improperly communicating with a Russian spy.)

As the saying goes, “It takes a slimeball to know one.”

 

 

 

Deja Vu

We spent the past several days back in Las Vegas doing our bit at the Pulte/Sun City interior design center. Charlie did a good job working with our helper, Alyssa, to come up with a plan to make the new house look nice. I’m sure it will. Our new kitchen will have black granite countertops and white cabinets.

We spent a few nights at the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino in downtown Vegas. Gee, that place has really grown. Since we were there last, a new wing of the hotel has been built with a brand-new nightclub (Troy) and a 26-floor hotel tower (Rush Tower).

I’ve been coming to downtown Las Vegas since I was a kid (late 50’s). The Golden Nugget has always been there, but there were a lot of other places on Fremont Street that have come and gone. Those were the good old days, when actual coins would come clanging into the tray when you won a jackpot at a slot machine. Those silver dollars made an impressive sound!

There used to be a big casino downtown (across the street from the Golden Nugget) called The Mint that was owned by Del Webb, the same guy who became a housing developer. For example, “Sun City Mesquite”, where we will be living, is a Del Webb (now owned by Pulte Corporation) project.

The Mint later became Binion’s Horseshoe, famous for its World Series of Poker.

Another of our haunts was the Fremont Hotel and Casino. Charlie loved the slots there, and I played craps. On this trip, we did a bit more, lost a few bucks, but had fun.

Across from the Fremont is the Four Queens. They have a nice restaurant in there called Hugo’s Cellar.

The north end of Fremont Street used to look like this:

The entire west side of Fremont Street, from the Golden Nugget to Main Street, was evidently purchased by the the Golden Nugget owners forty years ago. The Troy/Rush Tower add-on is where the Pioneer Club used to be.

Downtown got pretty trashy in the 70’s and 80’s; joints going into disrepair, declining patronage, lots of bums, etc. The Fremont Street Experience (i.e. covered pedestrian mall, light show, etc.) was designed to bring folks back…and it has.

However, the north end of Fremont Street was still pretty trashy, with lots of strip joints, cheesy casinos, cheap gift shops, etc..

Some big bucks developer has wiped all of that out on the east side of the street; there is now an “under construction” fence, essentially from Binion’s to Main Street, where a humongous hotel/casino is going up. It’s pretty exciting to see that kind of money pouring into downtown. I’m anticipating something that will give the Golden Nugget a run for its money.

The opposite end of Fremont Street has experienced somewhat of a resurgence since we were last here. The “Experience”, i.e. the video screen canopy/light show gimmick, ended at Las Vegas Boulevard. From that point eastward toward the old El Cortez Hotel and Casino, things were pretty untidy, to put it mildly. Some might have called it a slum. But, it appears that the area is becoming gentrified, with nicer bars and such dotting the street. Lots of cool neon signs, from the Old Downtown salvage lot…

… beautify the streetscape now. I like it.

Charlie and I decided to check out the El Cortez for dinner, as my parents used to take me there back in the day.

Actually, the El Cortez is the oldest, continuously operating hotel/casino in Las Vegas. It used to be owned by Bugsy Siegel, the gangster.

Mr. Siegel did so well there back in the late Forties that he talked some of the mob brass into investing in his dream project, the Flamingo Hotel and Casino, the first hotel on the Las Vegas “Strip”. Unfortunately, spending on hotel construction got out of hand, Bugsy lost a ton of money, the wise guys weren’t amused, and he was assassinated in Beverly Hills.

The Flamingo still stands, the only original Strip hotel/casino that hasn’t been bulldozed, I think.

We had a nice dinner and walk back to the Golden Nugget. Along the way, I was impressed how the area east of the “Experience” has come back. Lots of neon, people having fun, fewer dives and bums, etc. Very encouraging for this part of town!

Right around Las Vegas Boulevard, there is a weird restaurant called the Heart Attack Cafe. It is a gimmicky joint, serving up greasy comfort food, with a neon sign that says, “Over 350 pounds…you eat free!” Inside, all customers are obliged to wear hospital gowns over their clothes, and the waitresses are dressed up as nurses. Everybody seems to be having fun in there. Of course, their cardiologists would be appalled about the Triple Bacon Cheeseburgers, Turduckens, and such.

The Fremont Street Experience pedestrian mall/light show canopy deal used to be pretty cool. However, now they have a zip line within the mall that tends to dominate the interior; I think it has ruined the place. However, it is quite popular, and lots of fun-loving people pay to fly over the crowds like Superman.

Fremont Street, to me, is New Orleans’ Bourbon Street without the vomit.

In addition to the throngs of folks walking around with 32 oz beers in hand, there are merchandise kiosks, street performers, and beggars with signs like “Kick Me In The Nuts” (for a donation), “Fuck You” (but, do you have any spare change?), and “Alcohol Research Study…Buy Me A Beer”. We also saw strippers selling photo ops, two naked guys showing off their shortcomings, Kiss impersonators, and a midget with no arms playing the drums (quite well, actually!).

It’s blue collar entertainment, yes, but not quite up to Bourbon Street standards; i.e. the college rowdies, the beads, and young, drunk girls taking off their blouses.

Las Vegas is supposed to be fun. Downtown is all about that.

When I started trips to Sin City with my parents back in the Fifties, it was Route 66 all the way, with one lane in each direction. Way back then, my Dad had one of those burlap water cooler bags hanging in front of our car’s radiator. It helped cool the engine and could be used for drinking water in case you got stranded out in the desert.

On our Vegas trips up and back on I-15, Charlie and I almost always stop at Peggy Sue’s Diner in Yermo. I love their Chicken Fried Steak and Eggs breakfast…what a meal! Food doesn’t get any better than that.

Peggy Sue’s is a friggin’ gold mine; no matter when you show up, there’s a crowd. It has expanded a number of times since 1987; it can now handle hundreds of customers at a time. Our waitress on Thursday told me that, on that “slow” day, there were 18 employees in the kitchen and 21 waitresses and bus boys.

Years ago, Charlie and I were heading back to L.A., coming down the Baker grade, when we saw a guy in a pickup truck hauling a travel trailer, going northbound, veer off the highway, roll the truck, and the travel trailer basically vaporized before our eyes. I ran across eight lanes of freeway to render aid. Luckily,  the driver and his wife escaped injury, and had an exciting story to tell their grandchildren.

Another time, we were heading home and just about a half-mile  north of the (now extinct) Nevada Landing casino off ramp when the pickup truck ahead of us made a hasty exit, going too fast. The truck went off the ramp, flipped, disappearing in a giant red dust cloud. And, then, we saw a human body, like a rag doll, somersaulting through the sky, above the dust cloud, maybe 100′ in the air, and then falling out of sight. We raced over there, ran to the accident scene, and found two Hispanic guys, one  shredded up pretty good, and the other one gushing blood from his mouth, dying. There were fifty beer cans strewn on the ground where the pickup had emptied the contents of its bed. Pretty sad way to end a Vegas weekend.

That no-mans land out there where the Nevada Landing used to be (about 15 miles north of Stateline) is pretty close to the state prison where O.J. spent a number of years atoning for some of his crimes.

Hotel Simpson, as we called it, was a pretty dreary looking place. We always cheered when we drove by.

(O.J. now lives in Florida, where he spends most days on golf courses, searching for the real killers of Nicole and Ron. It’s rumored that President Trump is considering him for a Cabinet post.)

Nowadays, there are six lanes in each direction on I-15, four in some, and the average speed (midweek) is about 80 mph. A trip from our home in Murrieta, even with stops for gas and lunch, is about five hours. On the weekends…fuggetaboutit!! It once took us ten hours…bumper to bumper for 300 miles.

We have solved that problem by purchasing a home in Mesquite, 70 miles north of Vegas. We’ll only be about an hour away from the fun.

 

 

 

 

Whew!

It seems like a month, but Charlie and I have spent the past week boxing up household items for storage until our Mesquite home is finished in the Fall.

Our garage is 2/3 full of stuff right now, ready for the three 5’x7’x8′ storage pods that will arrive today. My grandson Dakota and I will pack them.

Yesterday afternoon, Charlie and I sat in the living room, exhausted. Looking around the house, it was amazing…the placed looked virtually unchanged, despite practically filling the garage with our stuff. I guess that says something for the amount of storage that this 2,100′ condo contains.

Our plan is to ship all of these possessions off to storage now, then put the house up for sale in a month. When the home sells, we will return from our RV trip to orchestrate the packing and shipping (off to storage) of our furniture, art, and loose ends. We will have movers do the heavy lifting, of course.

Today is Monday, April 2nd. On Thursday, Charlie and I will head back to Las Vegas, where we have an appointment on Friday with the Pulte Design Center to pick out “finishes” for our home build. That would include flooring, cabinets, countertops, kitchen appliances, storage design, plumbing fixtures, hardware, and such. Charlie has a $50K budget on Friday.

Our son, Tim, who is a Realtor, will be selling our home here in Murrieta. I’ve taken a lot of photos of the house, and he will be putting them on-line at a Realtor.com site and also making brochures for our open houses, which will start in early May. He thinks we should find a buyer within a few weeks. We’ll ask $519,900, even though no home has sold in our cul-de-sac for over $480K. I hope he’s got it right.

I’m hoping that this will be our “feet first” house; i.e. the last one. Moving is hard work!