“No More Dogs!”

Our good friends, the Quinns, just rolled out of here, headed for Newport Marina RV Park (i.e. our previous stop) and points northwest. They are planning to get up to Montana this Summer.

What a nice time we had with them here in Coos Bay! They both like to have a drink or two and shoot the bull, and so do we, so we’ve spent a good part of the past couple of weeks exchanging stories. In addition, Charlie has had a girl buddy, something that is in short supply on these road trips. She cried when Dan and Peggy drove out the gate.

Booger shed a tear, as well.

The Quinns used to have two Boston Terriers, Cliff and Biff, that they loved to death. Both are gone now, and they’ve sworn off obtaining replacements because it would cramp their style a bit. I don’t blame them: having to provide for dogs in the rig while you try to get out and have fun is sometimes a drag.

So, “No More Dogs!” is the Quinn’s official mantra, but…they love dogs! So, we let them adopt Booger for the past two weeks, allowing her to sleep over at the Quinn’s (right next door) and make them happy. And, she did. It was a mini-vacation for Booger, because she didn’t have to compete for attention and a quiet place to lay down with Baby out of the mix.

Anyway, it was sad to see the Quinns leaving the RV park without Booger, because they really love her. And, she likes them, too. I think, without much urging, Dan and Peggy would terminate the “No More Dogs!” policy if they could keep Booger.

We will see them (hopefully!) next May in Sparks, Nevada. Maybe Booger can do some more sleepovers?

SNAFUs and stuff

My Father’s Day gift arrived this week (the drone aircraft), and my good RV buddy, Dan Quinn, offered to help me set it up and show me how to use it. What a nice guy he is!

Dan warned me that, when he got his almost identical drone last year, it took him about 24 hours before he could actually use the thingamabob. And, he is a retired electrical engineer.

Poor Dan spent pretty much all of Wednesday (into the evening) trying to get the I-Pad controller set-up properly…to no avail. Even the online support guys from the manufacturer agreed…Craig had a “lemon”. So, we collectively gave up and shipped the whole thing back to China or wherever it came from.

(I’m wondering if Mr. Craig Manning is one of the first casualties in the U.S.-China trade war. Probably Chinese Premier Xi told his manufacturers, “That Trump asshole wants to fuck with us? This is what we’ll do: Send our good stuff to friendly countries and the defective shit to America. Trump’s constituents will then have to spend endless hours on the phone with customer support guys from Pakistan. They’ll hate it. Ha ha.”)

We’re staying in a nice RV park here in Oregon. You’d think, for the money, the facilities would be pretty nice. Think again. I trooped over to the showers this morning and was greeted by…cold water only! Ooooooh, that’s not nice. I had to do a very quick G.I. shower and then run back to the warm RV. I’ve probably still got un-rinsed soap in my public hair. Oregon sucks.

This snafu reminds me of my first day of training at Sheppard Air Force Base in Wichita Falls, Texas back in 1969. It was winter when we arrived…snow on the ground. We were shepherded into a run-down Quonset hut that hadn’t been occupied in a long time; this would be our barracks. We were told to take showers and get ready to go to mess (dinner). All of us jumped into the giant shower facility…to be greeted with icy cold water. You know it’s cold when your skin instantaneously turns blue. I’m sure there was a camera somewhere in that area, recording the young grunts jumping up and down as they FROZE TO DEATH…and probably, in a room down the hall,  a couple of Technical Instructors laughing their asses off at the images on the video monitor.

That’s OK; we got even with them by losing the war.

Other than the cold showers, we are having a nice time here in Coos Bay. The weather has been “coastal cool”. It would be nice to have the sun come out a little earlier in the day, but that’s what you get when you’re near the ocean, just like Orange County in SoCal.  And, the alternative: it’s now averaging 90 degrees plus back in Murrieta, soon to be in the 100’s. Thus, the whole purpose of our annual Oregon sojourn.

Speaking of the home front, I got a phone call this morning from Dave Wulfsberg, a Bear Creek golfing/bowling/poker friend of many years. He’s a retired lawyer who used to be pretty athletic and has suffered a number of physical ailments like arthritis, bad knees and hips, etc. I mentioned to him that my right hip has been sore for about a month; it feels like a groin pull that won’t go away. That’s when he gave me the news: “Time for hip replacement, Sir”. Dave has had both hips surgically replaced, so he knows the warning signs and the drill. Actually, he said, hip replacement is a snap: surgery, one night in hospital, take it easy for a few days, do some rehab, and “good as new” after about three weeks or so. Hmmm…I think I’m going to look into that, ’cause it sucks to limp around like Chester on “Gunsmoke”.

We got some photos of our Mesquite building site this week. Pulte is about ready to pour the slab. Our friend, Jason, who used to do project management for Pulte, says that, typically, it takes 80-90 days from that point to completion. I hope that happens to us, because that would put “closing” at around October 1st. It would be great if that happens, because we need to do some landscaping before we move into the joint on or around November 1st. Vaya con Dios, senores!

I got beat up by Peggy Quinn yesterday; I may file charges. The dogs were playing on the artificial grass while we were having adult beverages. I put a lot of toys on the grass so everyone could pick their favorite. Of course, when Baby is in the mix, any toy that any other dog wants or has becomes her target; she’s got to learn to share better. Anyway, I tossed a rope toy, his favorite, toward JayJay, and Baby jumped him, trying to snag the thing. The two then got into a “bitey face” fracas for a few seconds. This somehow pissed off Peggy, who proceeded to get mad at me and pounded me with her fists. Go figure; dogs face off, and I get my ass kicked.  My attorney Michael Cohen will shortly be contacting hers…

Our dogs, like all Bostons that I’ve met (thru Boston Buddies, the rescue organization) occasionally disagree with each other over trivial things and go into the “bitey face”/fake fight mode, growling and snapping in the direction of their supposed enemy. It lasts a few seconds, no one actually gets bit, no blood, maybe some hurt feelings, and, then, 20 seconds later, they are asshole buddies again. Go figure; they’re dogs, for gosh sakes.

I spend a lot of time trying to pyschoanalyze our three mutts, and it’s to no avail, as far as I can tell. I’m sure that my effort includes (subconsciously) imputing human characteristics to the wacky trio, and, then, can’t understand why they don’t think like me.

It’s been quite an adjustment for Booger and JayJay having Baby in the house for the past year or so. She’s a puppy, so she’s annoying (i.e. pushy, very active, demanding attention, bad manners, greedy, etc.) at times. Booger likes to play with her when Booger wants to, but Booger will throw in the towel when she gets tired or Baby gets to combative. JayJay, who has never been a ball chaser (something that Booger and Baby like), used to be playful when a tug-of-war opportunity arose. And, the two older dogs used to occasionally wrestle on the ground, play good-natured “bitey face” wars, etc., indicating to me that they generally liked each other.

But, now, the dynamic of the threesome has taken its toll on the older dogs. Booger is somewhat subdued in the RV because of Baby, and won’t play ball chase (because Baby dominates the game), while JayJay basically withdraws from any play, including tug-of-war, because Baby is so aggressive and quick. They seem to be thinking, “Go play with yourself, Bitch!”

Then, again,  Booger and JayJay are going on 11 and 12 years of age, and maybe thinking (in human terms), “Been there, done that”. Plus, cruel, Old Man Arthritis has probably left his invisible mark on them.  So, they are getting cranky, like all of us old f-ers are, and they’ve earned the right.

So, Charlie and I will just have to target extra special doses of love toward them each day, and let them know, in little ways, that they are still our Top Dogs.

 

 

 

 

Coos Bay-in’

We’re back in Coos Bay again, enjoying the early Summer in one of our favorite coastal places.

Actually, we’re in the Coos Bay suburb of Charleston, at the Oceanside RV Resort. We like it here: nice beach within a few hundred yards, a great site which shelters us from the wind, and only a few miles to some nice restaurants.

There are a few other Bostons here. We had a party one day at the rig.

Here’s Jay Jay rinsing off some of the rocks along the beach.

Did someone say “Food”?

Our good friends, the Quinns (Dan and Peggy) are staying here, right next to us, for a couple of weeks. They love our dogs (they used to have two Bostons: Cliff and Biff), so we share ours with them. Booger gets to do “sleepovers” with Peggy in the Quinn’s rig. Here’s Booger hanging out with them.

Dan and Peggy are full-time RV’ers, previously from the Saginaw, Michigan area. They have a huge 5th wheel trailer, towed by a big diesel truck; it’s very nice, with plenty of room and goodies for two.

Dan’s a fun guy who drinks a lot of beer (he calls it “Holy Water”) and likes his toys.

Here’s Dan’s look-alike:

Here’s the real Dan:

We had a nice meal at the High Tide, a local eatery. Here’s a selfie of our foursome:

Yesterday was Fathers’ Day, and Dan showed off his expensive Chinese-made drone, flying it over the park and the beach. It was really cool. In fact, since it was Fathers’ Day, Charlie decided to order me one. What a lucky guy I am!

Peggy is a very nice lady, and a welcome relief for Charlie, who has to put up with a guy and three dogs for months at a time. She needs “girl time”, and is really enjoying her visit with Peggy here in Coos Bay. I think they plan to go into town today on some important mission.

We’ve been eating good lately. Dan is a devotee of cooking with his Big Green Egg BBQ rig…

… and we’ve already enjoyed Pizza and ribeye steaks, with some baby back ribs scheduled for another day. I am going to slow-cook some chile verde for tonight’s dinner, to be served with tortillas and all the fixin’s.

We go out to eat regularly here in Charleston. We’ve been to the Fisherman’s Grotto and the High Tide Cafe twice each so far (two weeks into our month-long stay). Both of them have very good seafood as you might expect. We’ve also been to a Chinese restaurant (in Coos Bay) twice; they have a big menu with real good food. We’ll also hit some bars: Peggy and Dan like them.

One of our favorite places in Coos Bay is the Hospice Thrift Shop. It is large, with lots of clothes, and it smells nice, not like a Goodwill. (It reminds me of the Assistance League shop in Temecula, near our home. Charlie was President of the League when they purchased their 24,000 s.f. building. Locals call it the “Nordstrom of thrift shops”.) We bought a bunch of nice clothes there last week for $23, and Peggy also dropped by on another day to uncover a few treasures. Good merchandise and a good cause…hard to beat!

Recreational marijuana is legal now in Oregon. The four of us dropped by the local dispensary at Charleston harbor to check out the goods. Some of the products looked interesting, like the high grade Pussy Poo and some of the Jim Belushi Estate Brand goodies.

I ended up buying some cannabis tincture. It is an oil, to be taken orally, which is supposed to help ease arthritic pain, etc. It doesn’t contain any THC, which is the chemical in marijuana that gets one “high”. I’ve been taking a few drops each day for the past few days to see if it will help my aches and pains (hands, knees, hips) as a substitute for my Norco (prescription narcotic pill). The jury is still out on the effectiveness of this remedy; it could be just another hocus-pocus homeopathic placebo. I hope not, because it cost $60.

(Speaking of hocus-pocus stuff, I overheard some lady in an Oregon market sniggling about how “California is going to be divided in three”, hee hee. I think that lady has been smoking too much ganga. Every non-Californian likes to make fun of the world’s tenth largest economy. Go figure.

Yes, some billionaire guy has put a proposition on the November ballot to do that very thing, but anyone with money can get a prop on the ballot in California; passing it is another thing. Plus, the United States government would have to then add a couple of more states to the Union…which is not going to happen…no way. This is because California is severely underrepresented in the U.S. Senate (two senators for 36 million people, while 20 other states, with a total population of under 36 million, have a total of 40 senators). There is no way in Hell that those dinky, mostly-Republican states are going to give up the political power that they unfairly hold over the more populous, mostly Democratic states. So, the 3-state idea is a non-starter from the partisan political perspective.

Also, in California, the big issue that makes separation into three states a nightmare is water; most of it comes from Northern California, yet most of the thirsty mouths are in Southern California. It would take 50 years of litigation to straighten out the water issue. Armeggeddon will probably happen before then.

Other than these two insurmountable issues, the idea probably makes sense. Maybe I’ll vote for it just to see what happens…kind of like the fools who voted for you-know-who.)

(Speaking of that idiot, he has taken his nationalistic shtick to a new level this year by separating children from illegal immigrants, as sort of a cruel, inhumane on-the-spot penalty to people who are attempting to flee poverty, discrimination, crime and mistreatment. It brings back memories of the Pilgrims…

Trump’s snake oil scam is that all of these asylum seekers are MS-13 gang members, planning to rape, pillage, and murder their way across the Bible Belt. In fact, there is no evidence to that falsehood; in fact, statistics show that immigrants are responsible for less crime than native citizenry. But, that isn’t the fake story that Trump campaigned on, so his Administration’s immoral actions at the border are actually a heinous publicity stunt aimed at sucking up to his base political supporters, who seem to forget that all of us (white folks, too) are immigrants, or progeny of immigrants, and helped create a pretty nice country.

One can tell that Trump and his minions are struggling mightily to rationalize their shameful behavior when the Attorney General blames the Democrats for this problem…

…and then doubles down with a quote from the Bible to justify tearing children away from parents.

I’m not a religious expert by any means, but I do recall God telling Moses in Deuteronomy 10:18-19 that He “doth loveth the stranger” and that the Israelites should “love ye therefore the strangers, for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt”. I can also remember, as a child in Sunday school, joyfully singing the verses,

“Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His sight”

Of course, just about any human behavior, good or bad, can be justified by a Biblical verse. Slavery and misogyny are blessed, as is smiting strangers and stealing property (i.e. the Promised Land). This is probably why we’ve heard not a PEEP from those pious, Bible Belt, “born again” phonies and their scumbag pastors. They have weaponized the Bible, using selected passages to justify their racism.

Amen, Brother Donald!

 

I made Chile Verde last night for dinner. Tonight we are supposed to have fish and chips at a place called The Boat down in the Coos Bay harbor. Then, tomorrow, Dan Quinn is going to treat us with some Baby Back Ribs, cooked to perfection on his Big Green Egg. Yummy!

Our home in Murrieta is still for sale, while our proposed Mesquite house is under construction (we hope!). It’s 105 degrees in both locations right now; that’s why we vacation on the Oregon coast. Hopefully, son Tim (the realtor) will find one rich sucker soon to buy our Bear Creek digs.

Today, or tomorrow, I am expecting to get my Chinese-made drone in the mail. It’s a good thing I bought it now because our stupid Dipshit-in-Chief just doubled-down on his suicidal tariff war with China. The best thing that can happen out of this is that just about every consumer good that we all enjoy will cost more in the future. The potential bad news is that Trump’s stupid actions will hasten a military conflict.

The news that will not happen, for sure, is that our country will WIN such a trade war. The Chinese have the leverage and a long-range strategy, we don’t.

I’m rambling again, so I think I should just take the dogs to the beach and shut up.

Bye.

(Not so fast, Buddy! There’s good news of sorts: President Trump got shamed into reversing his punitive “child separation” policy with regard to illegal immigrants.

National outrage by parents, former First Ladies, the Pope, and even a few Republicans caused the Prez to reverse his Administration’s cruel tactic (i.e. the thing he blamed Democrats for). For now, it appears, those malevolent immigrants will be kept in dungeons together. Thank you, Jesus!

Dumbell Trump has never learned the “Law of Holes”: if you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.

By the way, that Trump family just can’t seem to get out of its own way, unnecessarily tripping over themselves and creating bad press. First Lady Melania Trump made a humanitarian gesture by flying down to Florida to see what the child separation hubbub was all about. However, she spoiled it by donning a coat that sent the opposite message out to the world.

No shit.

Of course, it could also be a message from Trump headquarters to its racist political followers that, “We might have lost this one, but we’ll win the war…’cause we really hate those Mexicans.”

 

 

 

 

 

Keeping Center Stage

Never in my memory has there been a President of the United States who has personally been the subject of a dozen new news stories each and every day.

That probably has something to do with Donald Trump’s penchant for tweeting unfiltered opinion and pseudo-facts at all hours of the day. The days of mature, measured politics and policymaking seem to be at an end: just throw ideas against the wall and hope they stick. If they don’t…just deny that you said it.

It’s a circus atmosphere.

What’s going on behind the scenes, Administration-wise, is about what I had expected from whichever Republican candidate had won the Presidency: relaxed government regulations, favorable treatment of key donors and their industries, an increased military budget, and “benign neglect” toward the poor, minorities, the environment, and those without adequate health care.

With a lengthy adjustment period now coming to an end, Mr. Trump seems to have his key staff in place to make sure that these things happen. This allows him to focus on things that are important to him, like making himself the center of attention.

Not a day goes by when the Prez doesn’t do or say something that diverts attention from important matters to…himself. The old adage about “any publicity is good publicity” seems to be Donald Trump’s mantra. Perhaps the idea is that if the focus is on him, no one will notice the crap that is going on behind the curtains.

The latest crap:

China : The big bogeyman during the campaign was China: they were stealing our technology and raping us with an ungodly/unfair balance of trade. If elected, he was going to kick their ass.

In fact, this is what he proposed to do a few months ago: monstrous tariffs on their goods. And, for good measure, the United States was going to blackball ZTE, a Chinese technological giant, from doing business with the U.S. because of technology theft.

What actually happened? Trump caved. He lifted the sanction against ZTE, and accepted a $1 billion fine…which is a fraction of the amount of business that they do. He also changed his mind on major tariffs aimed at China, and, instead, focused his tariff war on our allies.

In his first major trade negotiation, Trump learned about the leverage that he doesn’t have: in effect, a bully was trying to bully a bigger bully.

In the meanwhile, he has greatly pissed off our traditional allies.

North Korea:  If elected, Donald Trump was going to de-nuclearize North Korea whether they wanted to or not. He would make them an offer that they couldn’t refuse… In fact, his spokespeople alluded to the “Ghaddafi” model which included the death of the Libyan leader.

The Master Negotiator and his supporters were already alluding to the Nobel Prize that he would win.

What actually happened? The North Koreans canceled the summit and indicated that de-nuclearization was never on the table.

Trump’s people scurried about and salvaged the proposed summit meeting, saving face for the President. He now goes into this week’s summit meeting hat-in-hand, looking for anything that he can announce as a “win” for America. Heaven knows what he will agree to in order to call the meeting a success.

Rest assured that, whatever comes out of the meeting, the North Koreans will still have their nuclear weapons and Donald Trump will proclaim that he got a Hell of a deal.

Russia: The investigation into the 2016 manipulation of the Presidential election by the Russians continues, despite the efforts of the President, his staff minions, the Republican Party, the House Intelligence Committee, Fox News, and numerous personal attorneys working for Donald Trump to derail said investigation. The F.B.I., the Nation’s premier law enforcement agency, has been generally denounced by the above parties as inept, biased and crooked for pursuing an investigation into something that both parties have agreed actually happened in 2016.

What’s the latest? The big Trump Tower meeting in New York in June of 2016, which appears to be a “smoking gun” in the investigation, is getting a new spin from headquarters.

The official story about this innocent meeting has had many makeovers by the Trump team during the past couple of years. Supposedly, son Trump Jr., son-in-law Jared Kushner, and campaign manager Paul Manafort  were there to discuss adoptions of Russian children.

It was later revealed that they were actually there to receive dirt on Hillary Clinton from the Russians, to be used in the campaign.

When the true purpose of the meeting was publicly exposed, numerous denials emerged from the participants, and Donald Trump Jr. eventually issued a statement about the meeting. At first, Trump Jr. asserted that he wrote the statement all by himself and that his father didn’t know anything about the meeting.

Then, later, the story was that the President had learned about the meeting, but had nothing to do with his son’s statement.

Then, later, the story changed: the proposed statement might have been discussed on Air Force One with the President, but he had no hand in writing it for his son.

Then, later, it was conceded that he might have helped his son draft it.

 

Then, last week, Trump’s lawyer Rudy Giuliani admitted, “Yeah, he personally dictated it for his son.”

 

As we now understand, the President dictated a public  statement about a meeting he knew nothing about, did not attend, and had nothing to do with his campaign. And, that’s the way it was, so help him God.

Amazingly, the Liar-in-Chief continues to wonder aloud, publicly, day after day, why the Special Prosecutor doesn’t believe the President’s assertions that the whole Russia-gate affair is a trumped up witch hunt.  Go figure.

Moral Character:  After several personal attorneys for Donald Trump had thrown in the towel, Rudy Giuliani, the ex-Mayor of New York City stepped up to the plate to bat for the Prez. Rudy’s been busy lately, knocking down brushfires ignited by his Boss’ stupid tweets, stupid statements that he (Giuliani) has personally made,  and the President’s obvious lies about the Russians and lawsuits by former Trump mistresses.

What’s new? The Stormy Daniels lawsuit has been a thorn in the President’s side. It involves the tryst between Trump and Daniels that “never happened”, that resulted in a non-disclosure agreement between Daniels and Trump’s attorney in which Daniel’s was awarded $130K for something that “never happened” with this woman.

Daniels is now suing to nullify the non-disclosure agreement, because Trump didn’t personally sign it. And, even though the tryst “never happened” according to Trump, he doesn’t want the agreement nullified because…why would you guess?…people might find out what sexcapade actually happened shortly after Melania Trump gave birth to son Barron.

This past week, Giuliani publicly declared that Stormy Daniels can’t be believed because she is an ex-porn star, and therefore of low moral character.

Talk about hypocrisy!

Rudy Giulani, a politician (!) who is thrice divorced (“until death do us part”), and whose third wife learned that he was divorcing her on radio news, and whose job it is to re-frame and defend his Boss’ lies on a daily basis…this is a guy who should talk about moral character?

And, what about the guys who watch porn…date porn stars, like Donald Trump…and grab pretty women by the pussy, because they can? Do they have low moral character? Trump is thrice married and his current wife modeled in the nude; does she have low moral character?

What about the President’s touted “Trump University” for real estate professionals which was found guilty of being a total scam and had to reimburse student millions of dollars?

 

Talk about low moral character!!

It will be a sad day when the American public need to be schooled about moral character from morally bankrupt scumbags like Rudy Giuliani and Donald Trump.

NFL News: It is traditional that the President of the United States invites the Super Bowl-winning team to the White House for a public celebration.

Say what?! The President, this week, “dis-invited” the Super Bowl winners, the Philadelphia Eagles, to the White House because…he feared that…a number of the Eagles’ players wouldn’t attend in protest of his position on…protests. The President has been quite vocal in his opposition to NFL players who kneel during the National Anthem as a protest against endemic police brutality against blacks. Ironically, none of the Philadelphia Eagles’ players knelt during the National Anthem at the Super Bowl.

So, the President took his action as a protest against a protest that he anticipated from players who didn’t protest. I’m thinking that he would have made more points by reacting to an actual protest than by childishly throwing a pre-emptive tantrum.

It is apparent that the President believes strongly in the right to protest, like his public protests against “witch hunts”, unfair trade practices, illegal immigration, high taxes, etc. So did the Founding Fathers; i.e. Boston Tea Party.

Why is it wrong when NFL players protest?

Get Your Facts Straight:  The President is flailing about, trying to achieve some type of “win” in trade negotiations. He personally has threatened, implemented, withdrawn, re-implemented, relented, and re-adjusted various tariffs on the Nation’s trading partners against the advice of most economists. Beyond a doubt, whatever happens in trade negotiations over the next few years, the President will claim that he has out-snookered the enemy…even if they are an ally.

A Canadian threat? This past week, the President tried to defend his proposed tariffs on certain products from Canada: they were important to “national security”. In response to comments by the Canadian Prime Minister, questioning about what threat Canada imposes on the United States, the Commander-in-Chief responded by noting that, in the War of 1812, “they burned down the White House”.

As any school-age kid knows, the British burned the White House in 1812.

I’m guessing that the President was employing the tool that he publicly disparages: Fake News.

At the same G-7 economic summit conference that the Prez was insulting the Canadians, he suggested that the group relent and re-admit Russia, which had been kicked out of the group for aggression in the Ukraine.  For some reason (are you listening, Mr. Mueller?), Donald Trump has a soft spot in his heart for the Russians. Maybe it’s that “pee tape”?

 

What do you think leaders of other countries think of a President who has demonstrated on several occasions that he doesn’t even know his own country’s history?

 

The Yiddish word “schlemiel” comes to mind.

Presidential Pardons:  Apparently, when Trump gets bored or runs out of things to tweet, he ponders the exercise of one of his special perks: the Presidential Pardon.

Last week, Trump issued a pardon to Jack Johnson, the Negro ex-heavyweight boxing champion who was convicted of bogus charges in the Jim Crow era. It is said that the Prez is contemplating issuing a pardon to Muhammad Ali, another dead black man who was stripped of his heavyweight title for political reasons. (Actually, Ali doesn’t need a pardon; the Supreme Court invalidated his conviction for draft evasion.)

It WOULD BE NEWS… if President Trump pardoned a living black man.

Some 20,000 of these pardons have issued by Presidents in our Nation’s history.  The public hears about them only when the recipient is someone who is known for some dubious act, for an injustice, or, often, political activities. Some past recipients include: Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederacy; Jimmy Hoffa, ex-Teamsters honcho; Patty Hearst, bank robber; and, Richard Nixon, for the Watergate cover-up. Typically, though, most pardons have dispensed mercy on criminals who have paid a heavy debt to society.

One of the first things that Donald Trump did when elected was to pardon ex-Sheriff Joe Arpai0 of Arizona…a hero to Trump’s political base… who had been convicted of contempt of court for a continuous pattern of racial profiling in his Arizona county. Nice guy.

We can probably expect a few more pardons in this category, to delight MAGA supporters.  Maybe the President will consider pardoning Jesus Christ?

President Trump has publicly reveled in this “super power” of the pardon, and has mused aloud, as have his Fox News support team, that he may have the power to pardon himself for Russia-gate indiscretions…which he claims “never happened”.

Rudy Giuliani said this week that, although Trump probably has the power to pardon himself, it would never happen.

Don’t count on it, Rudy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Open Mouth, Insert Foot

Roseanne Barr stepped in it last week.

The loudmouth comedian went a bit too far, revealing a bit too much of her inner reality, causing ABC (you know, those wholesome Disney folks) to cut the cord on her re-booted “Roseanne” show.

For reasons known only to herself, Roseanne decided to release a tirade of racist, insulting tweets one night.

When the shit hit the fan, she doubled down by disparaging some of her cast mates on her show. Then, she blamed her behavior on Ambien! You know, the “Devil made me do it!” defense.

As a spokesman for Sanofi (the maker of the sleep aid Ambien) said, “Racism is not a known side effect…”

(I have not seen the “Roseanne” re-boot. According to critics, it was a warmed-over replica of the original “Roseanne”, updated with occasional comments on today’s political atmosphere.  Of course, the original “Roseanne”, which I did watch occasionally, was a warmed-over replica of “All in the Family”, the 70’s show featuring bigot Archie Bunker. The Roseanne plot simply replaced a male bigot for a female one.)

Roseanne Barr has been know to say and do dumb things. She’s the idiot who purposefully sang a horrible, offensive rendition of the National Anthem at a San Diego Padres game…grabbed her crotch and spit on the ground…and was booed out of the stadium.

(Our supposedly patriotic President (Cadet Bone Spurs?) loves Roseanne, but he detests Colin Kaepernick, the football player who knelt during the National Anthem to protest police brutality. Go figure.)

The only person would could get away with the trumped-up Ambien excuse would be the Liar-in-Chief himself, a big fan of Roseann Barr and her show, which was supported by his political base because of her conservative-based rants.

The President, who seems to have a lot of time to watch TV, was offended by Roseann’s firing because other comedians on ABC, who have made unflattering comments about him, have yet to be fired. “Not fair!”, he said.

Of course, the Prez makes racist, inflammatory, divisive, and insulting comments about celebrities, heads of state, politicians, and common citizens virtually every day…as the leader of the Nation…via his Twitter account.

I’m reminded of the Federal judge who ruled against the Trump University scam. Donald Trump railed publicly about the mistreatment and bias against him that he was receiving from this “Mexican” judge who had it in for him. The judge in question, who happened to have an Hispanic surname, was born and raised in Indiana.

Or, the guy who categorized numerous nations as “shithole countries”.

I guess it’s OK to have a potty mouth when you’re President of the United States: who can fire you?

 

Newport, Oregon

We’re in Newport, Oregon now, staying at the RV park that is located at the Marina.

It’s basically a large asphalt parking lot with some narrow grass strips between sites. Plenty of room, it’s clean, and there are adequate facilities. It’s located adjacent to the boat docks, and the scenery (looking out over the boats at the giant bridge over the harbor) is nice.

It was blowing like Hell when we got here, and it stayed that way for a couple of days. But, the past three or four days have been beautiful…sunny, clear, fresh air, etc. Very nice. (And, then, as soon as I said that…it started blowing again! Damn!)

Baby likes it here: lots of acreage to walk and sniff, “fishy” smells, friendly people with dogs, etc. At the end of a hard-working day, she likes to fall asleep in between my legs as I watch TV. It’s a rough life.

Newport is a pretty compact town with most of the basics. Interestingly, it has one car dealer who sells just about every product except General Motors stuff.

Here at the Marina, there is a Rogue microbrewery which has tours and also has a little pub/restaurant. We ate there and the food was good: I had a Seoul Burger, and Charlie had the Fish (Halibut) and Chips. Excellent!

I’m not a beer guy, so I passed on trying out their many unusual offerings.

Just north of Newport, maybe ten miles or so, is Depoe Bay. It’s  a small, touristy dot on the map, with a mini-harbor. Very picturesque, with a seawall, beautiful bay, breakers crashing onto rocks, and whales in the small bay. We were told that a pod of 14 whales makes this place home in the Summer. We saw some spray from blowholes!

There’s a neat RV resort in the area called Pacific Shores. It’s one of those “ownership” parks that rent out space to transients (like us) on a space available basis. It reminds me of the Las Vegas Motorcoach RV Resort without the mega outbuildings that owners have erected. Maybe that will happen here over time. But, the location here at Pacific Shores is really nice…right up on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean…in beautiful Oregon.

I would be a player to buy a lot here (as little as $21,000) except that they have a strict limit of two “well-behaved” dogs per site. (I suppose we could teach one of the three dogs to be not well-behaved at this place…so we could quality?)

Charlie and I had dinner the other day at a small joint called “Sharks” across the bay. They had a very limited menu, all seafood, but it was excellent: I had Cioppino with Pasta, and Charlie had Garlic Pasta with Seafood. Very good!

Believe it or not, I have a tentative RV Trip schedule already made out for 2019. We are going to leave about one month later next year (June 1), when temps start hitting 100 degrees out in Mesquite. We will hit many of the same spots as this year, but, in the beginning of the trip, we will go north on 395 along the Sierras and stop in Lone Pine, Mammoth Lakes, and Truckee before heading north toward Oregon.

At least that’s the plan as of now. Lots of things could change…and usually do!

Next week (Monday) we head south to Coos Bay. We will stay there, on the beach at Oceanside RV Resort in Charleston, for a month. Our spoiled dogs are already dreaming about it.

Speaking of dreaming, we’ve been eagerly anticipating the start of our house project in Mesquite. It finally happened this past week! They’re digging trenches now.