High-Fiving Oneself

Something good happened this week: American special ops military forces trapped ISIS caliphate holy leader Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi in a Syrian cave and, like Adolph Hitler, the ruthless megalomaniac killed himself rather than surrender.

Kudos to our brave military men and determined intelligence officers who made this happen, and congratulations to the Trump Administration for a job well done!

Successes have been few for Donald Trump of late, so our Commander-in-Chief used the occasion to punch-up the achievement as only he can do. In a 50-minute press conference from the White House, the President related that he watched the event live in the Situation Room and that al-Baghdadi went “whimpering and crying and screaming all the way” to his death, which the terrorist hastened by igniting a suicide vest.

(BTW, since there were only dogs chasing al-Bagdhadi deep into the boxed off tunnel, with our SEAL team lagging behind, it is doubtful that any human being heard al-Bagdhadi “wimpering”, “crying”, and “screaming”. The American public can now expect another slew of lying officials who will try to cover for our President’s latest distasteful exaggerations.)

President Trump then went on to boast, of course, that Baghdadi’s demise was “bigger” than the killing of Osama bin Laden (who was responsible for the 9/11 catastrophe) during the Obama Administration, as if the demise of ISIS signals the end of America’s war against Islamic terrorism.

Hardly: we just killed one deranged terrorist.

Just as the killing of Osama bin Laden didn’t destroy Al Queda, it is unlikely that the elimination of al-Baghdadi means the end of the ISIS folks. Both Al Queda and ISIS jihadists are Sunni Muslims, and their primary foes are (a) Shia Muslims, and (b) the United States and it’s friends in the Middle East. The Taliban, who are fundamentalist Sunni Muslim terrorists in Afghanistan, also proclaim “Death to America!”.

Although the physical ISIS caliphate has been destroyed, the remnants of its army of blood-thirsty hooligans will likely join up with other jihadists in the Middle East and the horn of Africa. Al-Bagdhadi will be replaced with another lunatic leader with an agenda of hate.

Don’t forget that ISIS emerged to feast on the political vacuum created in Iraq with the demise of Sadaam Hussein. Remember George W’s famous victory proclamation, “Mission Accomplished”? It turned out that President Bush killed off one cockroach and another filthy one, possibly more blood-thirsty, emerged.

So much for high-fiving ourselves.

Minus Bin Laden, Al Queda is currently giving Saudi Arabia fits in Yemen and is practically in control of Somalia. The Taliban, once seemingly vanquished in Afghanistan, are about to re-assert control of that country. Hamas, a Sunni muslim terrorist group, and Hezbollah, a Shia Sunni group, have spent the past three decades attempting to make life difficult for Israel, another U.S. ally.

These guys aren’t going anywhere: it’s their land, and Muslims have been fighting infidels and each other for roughly 1,600 years without pause.

The United States has spend trillions of dollars attempting to bring stability to the Middle East for the past 50 years, and we don’t have much to show for it. Neither does Iran (which funds Shia terrorist groups) nor Saudi Arabia (which funds Sunni terrorist groups). Regional powers like Turkey and Russia now seem to want to take America’s place as the designated whipping boy in the minds of the folks who live in the Middle East.

One of President Trump’s campaign themes was “get the U.S.A. out of there!”

I agree. Let’s get the Hell out, now, and let those idiots have at each other.

We’ve done enough, and, besides, we’ve got plenty on our plate back in America.

Moving Forward

Ten days until my left hip replacement surgery! Yipes!!

It is now late October and we are getting ready for Winter. I’ve done a lot of landscaping adjustments lately (and am sore as Hell!) because I know I’ll be unable to do so for a few months. And, then, it will be too cold outside.

We’ve also been busy doing some interior design improvements. Just recently, we changed-out our kitchen island pendant lights:

We also replaced the powder room mirror with a fancy Erte-inspired model:

The Mannings are settling back into the Mesquite social scene. Last week, Charlie and I attended the big, monthly neighborhood potluck, on this occasion held in a nearby cul-de-sac. Some talented neighbors provides live music. There were probably 50 people there, the weather was great, and so was the food.

Low calory spread…as long as you don’t swallow!

It was nice to reacquaint ourselves with neighborhood friends that we haven’t seen in many months.

A beautiful sunset that afternoon:

Charlie and I are going to host the December potluck at our house. It will be the 2nd Annual Holiday Munchie Fest.

Yesterday, we attended a “P.E.O.” (Professional Education Organization) fundraiser at the nearby Hafen Ranch, which is in the Virgin River floodplain east of the city. The theme was Octoberfest, so there was beer, bratwurst, sourkraut, and German potato salad galore, with strudel for dessert. Here are some photos:

Charlie and our neighbor, Al Howa…a scratch golfer!

I had three beers, which is just about my annual quota.

We already have some travel plans readied for 2020. In January, if they’ll still have us, we plan to travel in the RV down to Yuma to visit our good friends, Dan and Peggy Quinn. Then, in April, after Charlie finishes tax season, we are going to take the rig down to So Cal, park it in Oceanside, and have our son Tim and wife Shanon watch the dogs while we take a week’s vacation in Mazatlan, Mexico with son Jeff and his wife Carol.

We always have a good time with them:

In late June, we will head off on our 2020 Road Trip. Once again we will spend one month in Coos Bay, Oregon (actually, Oceanside Beachfront RV Resort in Charleston), two weeks in Brookings, Oregon (Driftwood RV Park), spend a couple of weeks moseying down the Northern and Central California coast, and then spend a month in Oceanside, California (Paradise By The Sea RV Resort).

Here’s our itinerary as it stands today:

A great battle plan…until the first bullet flies

Speaking of the future, I am not looking forward to tomorrow.

Poor JayJay has an appointment with the local vet for oral surgery. He normally needs teeth cleaning, under anesthesia, every year. However, this year the doc will also be addressing a very ugly lesion that has appeared recently in his lower jaw/gum region. The vet thinks it might be cancerous. So, they’re going to dig it out and hope that they get all of it.

The poor old guy can’t catch a break: he’s got chronic pancreatitis, is stone deaf, can see too well, and now has Mr. C messing with him.

Other than that, he seems to be enjoying life! Yesterday, I caught him mowing a flowered plant like a mountain goat:

Angelita daisy…must be tasty!

Please send thoughts and prayers to my BFF, JayJay.

My shadow

The Glue

Congressman Elijah Cummings died recently. He was a long-serving legislator from Baltimore, Maryland and, at the time of his death, was the Chairman of the House Oversight and Reform Committee investigating, among other things, alleged abuses of power in the Trump Administration.

The man was a patriot who gave his heart and soul for the betterment of America. He believed in government, in our Constitution, and the rule of law. He had great appreciation for those in government service, the folks who devote their careers to making a difference in their communities, their states, and their Nation.

Awhile back, Congressman Cummings gave his opinion on the perilous times in which we live:

“As I pen these words, we are living through a time in our nation’s history when powerful forces are seeking to divide us one from another; when the legitimacy of our constitutional institutions is under attack; and when factually supported truth itself has come under relentless challenge.

I am among those who have not lost confidence in our ability to right the ship of American democratic life, but I also realize that we are in a fight — a fight for the soul of our democracy.

As an American of color, I have been able to receive an excellent public education, become an attorney, and serve my community and country in both the Maryland General Assembly and Congress because of one very important fact: Americans of conscience from every political vantage point took our Constitution seriously and fought for my right to be all that I could become.

This is the personal debt that I and so many others with my heritage owe to our democratic republic — to the 20-million-plus Americans who serve our republic and its values in our nation’s civil service.

And this is also why I, personally, will remain in the fight to preserve our republic and the humane and equitable values at its foundation for as long as I can draw breath.

It was to our Constitution — and not to any political perspective or party — that I gave my oath when I became an officer of the court, when I joined the Maryland legislature and when I was elected to serve in Congress.

It is this commitment that I bring to my work as chairman of the House Committee on Oversight and Reform, the committee that has direct oversight over our federal civil service. From my more than two decades of experience performing this oversight, I can confirm that our nation’s federal employees deserve our respect, gratitude and support.

When people in the leadership of the nation attack our courts, the members of our Congress, our civil servants and our media, they are attacking the glue that holds our diverse nation together as the United States of America.

And when these attackers do so on the basis of factually unfounded opinion, rather than verifiable evidence, they are engaged in demagoguery of the most dangerous sort.

This is why our civil service, committed to maintaining the rule of law and decision-making based on verifiable facts, is so important to maintaining the legitimacy of our government, both elected and appointed.

Under our democratic republic, elected leaders make policy but must rely on civil servants, appointed on the basis of merit, to implement those public policies. We must rely on the expertise of our merit-based civil service if we wish to have a government that addresses the factual realities of our lives (to the extent that human beings can ever achieve that goal).

This duty to find and implement the truth, as I have mentioned, is the province of our civil servants, whether they serve in Washington; our states; or in the law enforcement agencies of our country. This is not to say that our government agencies always get it right or that they never overreach. Human beings, however talented and well-meaning, make mistakes.

As citizens of the greatest democratic republic in the world, we have the privilege and duty to recall our nation’s founding and to engage our nation on the basis of those fundamental principles.

I hold fast to this conviction because the functioning — indeed, the very legitimacy — of our democratic system has been under attack for some time. I am speaking, of course, of the continuing attacks on our elections — from sources both foreign and domestic — and of the failure of too many of my colleagues in Congress and the White House to adequately defend us against those attacks.

For the unity and future of our republic, our Congress must reassert its constitutional obligation of oversight, seeking and obtaining the answers to serious questions of governance that, until now, have gone unanswered. We must perform this constitutional duty so effectively and convincingly that those Americans who support this president and his administration and those who disagree will reach a shared and united answer as to how our nation must proceed.

I remain confident that we can fulfill this historic duty. To succeed, however, we will need our federal civil service and the Americans who serve us there to give us their complete and unbiased cooperation. To the extent that we are required to do so, we will enforce that cooperation through action in our courts, but I sincerely hope that this route will seldom be necessary. Toward this end, I will close with this pledge. In the words of my heroine, former congresswoman Barbara Jordan, from 1974:

“My faith in the Constitution is whole; it is complete; it is total. And I am not going to sit here and be an idle spectator to the diminution, the subversion, [or] the destruction of the Constitution. I hope and trust that all Americans feel — and will do — the same.”

Only In America

Another week, another gun-related tragedy.

A good neighbor in Fort Worth, Texas calls the police at night to report another neighbor’s front door ajar. Police respond to do a “welfare check”…to make sure everything is OK. The policemen then walk around the home, with guns drawn. One of them sees a figure in the house, shouts “Show me your hands!” and immediately shoots at the person, though the glass window, killing the female owner of the house.

There are so many things wrong with this story.

First, it shortly follows the case of another unfortunate Texas homeowner who was shot to death in his own home by a police officer. That victim’s crime was eating ice cream on his couch when the female cop mistakenly entered the wrong house and shot him dead.

Second, neither of these victims presented a threat to the police officers. They were in their homes, enjoying their property, living their lives.

Third, the officer who did the most recent shooting, from outside the house, through a closed window, didn’t identify himself or give the homeowner any opportunity to respond. (The incident, by the way, was videotaped by the officer’s body cam, which revealed no threat to the officer.)

As is usually the case, the police department is now saying that a subsequent search of the house uncovered a gun…as if that makes the incident understandable.

Actually, there are a lot of homes in Texas where the owners have firearms; it is one of the most heavily armed states in the Union. As a matter of fact, citizens of Texas feel strongly about “the right to bear arms” and “stand your ground” laws. Owning a firearm, or a dozen of them, is a sign of manhood, evidently.

It would be, in fact, perfectly legal for every resident of a home in Texas to wear a holstered gun indoors at all times. Breaking into an occupied house in that state would be a foolhardy endeavor, indeed.

I don’t live in Texas, but if someone is prowling around my house at night I might be tempted to grab my .45 cal pistol and take a peek out the window. As far as I know, that’s my right. After all, a man’s home is supposed to be his castle.

My point is that the female homeowner would have been totally within her rights to have had a gun and was investigating someone prowling outside her window…even though there is no evidence that she was armed within her own home.

Fourthly, let’s say for a minute that some teenage crackhead/burglar had been in that house, up to no good, and found himself catching a bullet from the police officer. Question: Since when is burglary a capital crime, punishable by death? In this case, there wasn’t much effort exerted to apprehend the “suspect” (who happened to be the homeowner), and the cop evidently considered himself the entire criminal justice system…and went ahead, erroneously, and found the victim “guilty” of a heinous act.

I am curious about police training and what justifies the drawing of a weapon. One would think that deadly force would be the last resort, not the first, of a trained law enforcement officer.

To do a welfare check, with guns drawn, seems to me to be asking for trouble. Couldn’t the officers have simply gone to the front door and rang the bell to see if anyone was home? After all, the only suspicious thing reported by the neighbor was the front door slightly opened at night, which can be a pretty innocent thing.

I’ve forgotten to close my garage door many times at night. Thank goodness I wasn’t in Texas where such a situation obviously means to law enforcement that armed intruders are ransacking the place and abusing the occupants. I could have been shot dead by a hopped-up SWAT team.

By the way, did I mention that both of the homeowner/victims were African Americans, executed by White American police officers? Maybe Caucasian policemen are intimidated by Black people, putting them on edge. Who knows?

Sure, these incidents were unfortunate, and most cops aren’t so trigger-happy. My son Ron is a retired Sheriff’s Lieutenant and, in his long career, had to draw his pistol on a few occasions, but I know that it was the last thing that he wanted to do.

“Talking” is probably a policeman’s most effective means of handling a situation, bringing in reinforcements is another, and most officers have tasers and other non-lethal means to apprehend bad guys. It would seem that a cop must first identify the problem and, then, decide how to handle it.

If the first decision that the officer makes after getting out of the patrol car is to draw a weapon, then the possibility of “accidental” lethal force injuries is magnified a hundred-fold: it’s awfully hard to call back a bullet that was discharged in a tense moment.

Suffice it to say that I feel so sorry for the victims (and their families) in these cases, who did nothing wrong but be Black in their own homes. And, I feel sorry, as well, for the police fraternity as a whole which got another black eye as a result of an overeager or poorly trained officer being trigger-happy or, perhaps, just wanting to be a hero.

It’s no wonder that the police are not considered “friends” in Black neighborhoods throughout America. There are far to many of these episodes each year; it’s endemic. In recent years, innocent African American men have been killed by police officers for simply driving their cars, running scared from police, walking, and standing. Now, we can add eating ice cream and peering out of one’s own home window.

Of course, the “elephant in the room”, as they say, is the fact that there are so many privately held guns in America. We are armed to the teeth: a recent study found that there are 88 guns per 100 residents in the U.S.! That ratio is many times higher than in most developed countries.

Not surprisingly, many American policemen are a bit jumpy when pulling over a speeding car, responding to a domestic complaint, or investigating an unsecured front door. Who knows if the suspected perpetrator is “strapped”? In crime-infested urban areas, he probably is. (And, if the suspect is Black, that guy, even if he’s jaywalking, is pretty apprehensive about what the cop is going to do to him. Can you blame him?)

I can’t remember the last time I read a news flash about a Caucasian person being accidentally shot by a policeman in America. I’m sure it happens, but not every week like it does in U.S. minorities neighborhoods.

One doesn’t read about lethal gunshot “accidents” in Great Britain. That’s because beat cops don’t carry guns. They don’t need to because private gun ownership, and the misdeeds and mistakes that can go with that, is rare. The tension level is reduced on both sides when guns are not there to be unholstered.

One wonders how many tragic gun-related deaths could be avoided in America if gun ownership was significantly reduced. It seems like every week we hear of some child shooting himself or a sibling with Daddy’s gun.

Sure, our Constitution gives citizens the “right to bear arms”, and I have no problem with that for the theoretical protection of home and property. I have a gun, and I hope I never have to use it. But, I would to protect my property and my wife.

Importantly, we all need to recall that our right to bear arms was granted in the Constitution to ensure “a well-regulated militia”, i.e. to guard against tyrants and invaders. Of course, way back then, we didn’t have the huge standing army that we do today; the Founding Fathers didn’t anticipate that.

So, does an individual private citizen, in America, need a dozen guns, or a military grade assault rifle with armor-piercing bullets, in his home? Is that really appropriate? How likely is it that this individual will be called up to the “militia”?

The problem with our abundance of lethal weapons is that the folks who get killed most often are not burglars, rapists, or invading tyrants. They are, in fact, our wives, our relatives, and our children who are shot in domestic disputes, or people who are massacred at schools, churches, and malls by pissed-off individuals armed with military-grade assault weapons.

If weapons like that were not available to the average citizen, there would be very few mass killings in America; we’d be more like Great Britain.

And, if the amount and kind of scary weaponry was not available to the average homeowner, then, perhaps, our policemen would not be as jumpy and aggressive as they seem to be. If every person they encounter potentially has a deadly weapon on them, then every person is a potential threat to them. They’re running scared.

We need to de-escalate the “arms race” in America.

And, we will only do this when we have politicians who appreciate this problem.

Back In The Saddle

We finally made it back to Buggy Whip Court, Mesquite, Nevada! Where the skies are not cloudy all day…

Yee Haw! Hardly wait to say “Howdy” to my neighbors…

As Dorothy said, “There’s no place like home!” We cruised in from Barstow, California on Monday, October 7th with a quarter tank of fuel. Everyone was excited to walk into the house, particularly the three hounds, as they scurried about checking out old smells inside and out back.

One of my “fishies” that hang off of a Manzanita tree in our entry atrium got blown down and broke. There’s only two now, instead of three. Bummer.

On a positive note, my Ocotillo plant in the backyard “leafed out” in the Summer, which means that it is going to be a healthy one. Supposedly, the survival rate for these unusual cacti is 50-50 at best. This fellow, who is about 8 ft tall now, will grow to 12 to 15 feet and will spread out, once I unwrap it. Yay!

The neighborhood has changed considerably. Several new homes have been built on our side of the cul-de-sac, and another is under construction next door to us. We can hardly wait to meet our new neighbors; I hope they’re nice like everyone else.

Four new homes
Our nextdoor neighbor

Everything looked great inside, particularly the wall in the kitchen that we had upgraded with decorative tile while we were away. It looks the way it should have looked if Pulte Homes had done a complete job in the first place. Those cheapskates!

The new feature wall:

(We also plan to replace our pendant lights in the kitchen . The current ones are clear glass; we’re going to replace with black ones.)

It took all of the rest of the day on Monday to ferry all of our possessions from the RV into the house. Whew, was that a job! And, then, on Tuesday, we had to put all of those items in their correct places within our house. Charlie worked her ass off doing that, while I was cleaning and shampooing the carpet in the rig. Too much labor for old coots like us!

Oh, by the way, all of those high fives we were recently giving ourselves for a “problem free” trip were a bit premature, as the dinette slide broke just when we got to our house and opened it up. Dang it!

Luckily, I have seen this problem before: a sheared-off bolt that activates the rear portion of the dinette slide. It has now happened three times in five years. The first time was in Northern California at a park near the Avenue of the Giants (redwoods). It took five days for a mobile RV repair guy to show up, five minutes for him to fix it (with an $0.89 hardened bolt), and we were charged $500. Needless to say, I watched the repair guy pretty closely, and, on my next visit to Ace Hardware, bought a few of the hardened bolts…just in case.

Anyway, I did my own slide repair this time and saved $499.11. (I need to tell Dan Quinn what a genius I am!)

The RV is back in storage now, so I was able to take a close look at the property today. My hastily thrown-together drip irrigation system intended to save Charlie’s precious succulent collection from SoCal…failed. Dammit! Tomorrow I will clean out the dozen pots and make plans to fill them with something that can actually withstand Summer temperatures that get up to 118 degrees. Cactus, probably.

One of the casualties

BTW, we had such a good time on our RV road trip this year that Charlie reneged on the idea of skinnying down next year’s trip to a manageable two months…we’re going to do three months again. So, I rejiggered my 2020 trip itinerary accordingly and made reservations. We’re basically going to spend six weeks up in Oregon (at Coos Bay and Brookings, like this year) and then mosey down south, ending up in Oceanside again for a month.

Lots of “pretty” up in Oregon

Paradise By The Sea, our regular SoCal haunt in Oceanside, has raised the rent again. We were going to pass on a return until our son Tim offered to pick up the dollar difference (about $500 for the month). So, we re-upped, and will now have to concoct another 1-week “Reunion Tour” so that Tim and wife Shanon can enjoy their $500 contribution.

We all love it in Oceanside where the weather was outstanding this year: 70’s and low 80’s, sunny skies, good surf. Next year I’m planning on doing a lot of bike riding along the coast between Oceanside and La Jolla. There’s a paved path right along the strand where the rider can see some of the best surf spots in America.

My good friend and neighbor, Mac McPherson, is going to help me find just the right bike. He does a lot of riding, and used to work in a bike shop, so he knows equipment and where to get it. I will probably do some test runs with Mac before hitting the road in the RV next year. It will be good exercise for my hips and legs.

BTW, my left hip replacement is 26 days away!

Me, in 27 days

When Lying Isn’t Enough

I got a text message today from an anonymous someone who wanted to talk about the 2020 Presidential election.

The posed question was, “Who do you like for President in 2020?” I texted back, “Anyone but Trump!”

The reply to that was a brief texted promo for Elizabeth Warren, the “wonderful ideas” that she has for the country, and more conversation intended to rope me in. At that point, I texted that I was busy and had to move on: the whole thing sounded fishy.

To be fair, I’ve had similar unwanted intrusions to my privacy pop up on my Internet browser, usually asking “How do you think President Trump is doing?”

Does that really deserve an answer?

I am sure that today’s text message would have eventually culminated in a request for a campaign donation, ostensibly for Senator Warren. Of course, there is no way of knowing who was on the other end of that text communication.

It could be the Warren for President campaign, it could be Trump’s folks, it could be the Russians or the Iranians or the Chinese or…it could be a televangelist who needs a new Gulfstream VI.

Who knows?

In 2016, according to the Mueller Report, thousands of people were bilked by the Russians who used “Hillary for President” campaign donations to support their clandestine efforts to see Donald Trump elected. It worked.

That’s the problem these days: one doesn’t know who they are really talking to on the Internet, on Facebook, or when responding to a text message from an out-of-state area code. The friendly guy on the other end could be a techie sitting in a cubicle within the North Korea Defense Ministry or some Nigerian teenager pounding computer keys at a coffee shop in Lagos. Who knows? Who can you trust?

“You’ve just inherited $1 million. Please send your good faith deposit…”

It is evident that a sizable number of American citizens trust anything that our President says, despite the fact that he spends most of any given day lying about the achievements of his Administration, even when his lies are demonstrably false.

Our Fearless Leader lies about everything, then lies about his lying. And, then fires people who won’t lie about the lying that he’s lying about.

Unfortunately for America, there’s a whole lot of gullible folks out there that still believe this mean-spirited and ruthless demagogue, and his daily Tweets, public diatribes, and mean-spirited comments at rallies and on Fox News play to this crowd.

It is quite apparent from the past few week’s news headlines that the 2020 elections will be “anything goes” as far as the Republican Party is concerned. Gerrymandering and voter suppression tactics will again be used extensively, and slanderous “hit job” ads are already appearing.

Everything is fair game?

And, it appears that the Party has basically caved to the ruthless President who is now publicly asking for (and, in some cases, using the Federal government to extort) foreign government support for his political campaign against his Democratic opponents.

“Embarrass my opponent, or no Foreign Aid for you!”

Nothing could be more anti-democratic. The guy has no shame.

Impeachment inquiry proceedings have subsequently been begun by the House of Representatives against the President, whose response has basically been an upraised middle finger.

Any red-blooded American who didn’t sleep through high school civics class knows that this is illegal. Yet, our President, who claimed that he didn’t collude with Russia, is now openly colluding with foreign countries to win his next election.

The overlying White House strategy seems to be one of delay, in the hopes that this unsavory matter will not be resolved until after the 2020 election. So far, the Trump folks are ignoring document requests from Congressional committees, calling the inquiries about atrocious Administration actions “partisan” and “treasonous”, and refusing to allow public employees to testify before Congress.

Both the Department of Justice and the Republican-controlled Senate have been busy attempting to shield the shakedown artist.

The President has subsequently doubled down on his outlandish behavior, publicly asking additional foreign countries (China!) for dirt on his political rivals, while simultaneously negotiating (via Twitter) trade deals with the same countries.

The President’s men have launched a furious campaign to root out the whistleblower (Trump called him a “spy” and a “traitor”) who, under the Federal Whistleblower Act of 1989 actually performed the patriotic act of reporting an unlawful act.

We can expect some additional whistleblowing as the Impeachment Inquiry heats up.

And, we can expect the Administration to say and do just about anything to discredit any claims of wrongdoing. The shit is going to hit the fan in the coming months. The President has already intimated that a “Civil War” may result, and he’s pushing a theory right now that the Constitutional provision giving Congress the authority to impeach is…unconstitutional!

(Gee, even Richard Nixon didn’t think of that one. Nor, for that matter, did Bill Clinton.)

If Donald Trump succeeds in this sick political power play, then the United States will cease to have two (or more) political parties. We will then be a dictatorship…which was probably Mr. Trump’s intention from the beginning. He’s a narcissistic egomaniac, and he doesn’t care what he does to our country as long as it stokes his massive ego.

I am sick to my stomach that this kind of Presidential behavior is taking place in my lifetime. My parents’ generation gave blood, sweat, and tears in World War II to avoid such a catastrophe. It is amazing, really, that our Nation has sunken this low in only seven decades.

All that sacrifice…for what?

And, the irony is that Donald Trump campaigned to “Make America Great Again”. Just the opposite is happening, on our watch.

George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Teddy Roosevelt, and Ronald Reagan would vomit if they were alive to see this debasement of their precious democracy and the United States’ esteem throughout the world.

“Goodnight, the party’s over!”

Four nights to go here in Oceanside and we’ll be packing up the rig and heading back to the desert. It’s been a nice three months.

Our annual 30-day stay at the beach in So Cal gives us the opportunity to see the kids and grandkids, renew old friendships, and recall why we decided to relocate (traffic, high costs, stale lifestyle, etc.). We’re glad we came, but happy to be returning to Nevada; Mesquite is now our home.

We are anxious to see our neighborhood. Several homes have been built on our street since we left, so we’ll have new neighbors. We’re hoping that our only immediate neighbors (i.e. on north side of our wrought iron fence) are good people

We are expecting some of our California friends to visit Mesquite this coming year. Son Jonathan is coming by in November to work with Charlie and to help when I get out of the hospital from my left hip replacement surgery (Nov. 5th). Son Tim, his wife Shanon, daughter Jessica, and sons Joshua and Craig are due to visit in early December. My sister Claudia and her boy toy Ted have promised to visit this Winter, as well.

Here are grandchildren Craig and Jessica who dropped by to visit it Oceanside during our last week:

Craig’s old BFF, Terry DeArmond, brought his Class A motorhome down to Oceanside this week to visit and ride his bike:

We have tentatively scheduled our 2020 RV Trip itinerary. We will again head northwest to Oregon, spend about 1-1/2 months in Coos Bay and Brookings, mosey down to Marin for a short stay, and then head back to Nevada. We’re only going to do 2 months (late June until the end of August) and skip our traditional 30-day stay in Oceanside. The monthly rate there has gotten very pricey: we can save $3,000 that might better be spent decorating some space in our home.

We are, however, going to visit Paradise By The Sea in April for a two-week stay. Our plan is to set up the RV for son Tim and Shanon, and then leave them with the dogs while we go off on a week’s vacation to Mazatlan, Mexico with son Jeff and his wife Carol. We’ll have a few days of rest and the beach when we get back before we have to motor up the I-15 to Mesquite.

The old motorhome had a pretty good trip this year. Very few issues, mostly very minor. We do have a cracked windshield, and our refrigerator is on its last legs, but we managed to improvise, adapt, and overcome the couple of annoyances that arose. It’s all part of camping.

The dogs had a nice trip, too. JayJay’s pancreatitis was an issue for the first six weeks, but he’s recovered and now seems to be in pretty good shape. Booger’s arthritis has slowed her down, but she’s still playful and engaged with the group…when she isn’t napping. Baby was 100 percent healthy this summer, and is a whirling dervish of activity. Here she is in her favorite perch:

All three of the dogs celebrated their birthdays on October 1st: JayJay is 13 (91 in human years), Booger is 12, and Baby turned 3. Here they are, getting ready to eat their special treats and play with new toys:

The Three Amigos

Charlie and I both took advantage of stops on this RV tour to get some medical things done. Charlie got a JuvaDerm treatment on her face in Marin. How does she look?

And, I went to my favorite dentist in Temecula to get some veneers done to replace 70 year-old, ground-down incisors in my lower mouth. Here’s the result:

Now it’s time to head back to Sun City, home of the greybeards, shuffleboard, and Depends.

I’ve actually missed it.