Our Dope-in-Chief is now a Dupe-in-Chief

Tramp is used to “reading” patsies and those who he can take advantage of, primarily by lying to them or threatening them.  But he’s the dope who’s being duped by two experienced dictators – Putin and Kim.   And we’re the ones who will pay the price for his arrogance and stupidity.

Tax Day

Nothing hits you quite like a big shock to the wallet.  No big tax benefit for yours truly.  Just on the fringe of the upper percentages, the biggest impact was thousands of dollars into the AMT pothole.

Where the hell is the outrage about the tax benefits for the very wealth and the fact that Tramp has never released  his tax statements?  What other politician would get away with that?  And only because he doesn’t give a shit what normal people think about him.

I’ve had this idea for years as a form or protest – first to Regan, then Bush Sr, and definitely to Bush the lesser.  What if we all filed our returns on time, meeting the legal requirement, BUT DON’T PAY ANYTHING.  Let them come after millions of us.  And in the meantime see how they can spin that as anything other that a popular uprising against what a mess the government has come to be.

And I blame the do-nothing-but-bend-over Democrats as much as anyone.  Politics as usual is getting us into an awful situation with the economy, the environment, peace, and just pure decency.

I just wish I had the guts to do it.

fair weather golfer

The sun is shining.  80+ degrees with slight wind from the south.  No humidity.  A perfect day after a long, cold, winter and a spring that sputtered but never really started.   Nice enough that yesterday I picked up my golf sticks for the first time in many years.  Other than a couple of rounds at various clubs, it has been over 50 years since I was a player in college with a 9 handicap.

Aside- I’m not going to my 50th reunion after all.   I think that’s my final decision, but I won’t swear to it.

But I’m really excited about golf because we just joined a country club where I can play.  I resisted this for 50 years for various reasons, many forgotten and many silly in hindsight.   I grew up in a country club environment/family, and I finally decided that it would be good for my youngest daughter to have that experience.  I don’t know how my older daughters will feel about that, but apologies in advance if necessary.

I went to the driving range at the club with full expectation that I would embarrass myself.  Late morning, there would only be other old duffers like myself.  That was true, but much to my surprise I wasn’t half bad.  Maybe it was the stiff back and the gimpy knees that kept my swing from doing the stupid things it used to do.  I had watched hours of the Masters last weekend and noticed that the old guys – Nicklaus and Watson and Player – all had modified their swings with age and still managed to hit a ball straight and pretty far.   I’ll be damned if I didn’t do the same for most of a bucket of practice balls.

Now the real test will be to tee it up on the first tee and swing away.

Is the tide turning?

Just finishing a trip to Palm Beach, getting out ahead of the arrival of Tramp aka not-my-president

After days at the high society clubs and fancy restaurants (all courtesy of my mother who lives here) I realize that there is a change, subtle as it may be, to the tone of the conversation regarding the idiot-in-chief.  This heretofore very loyal crowd is murmuring discontent and actually beginning to question the blinders-on faith they had in him just because he’s a republican.   If it can happen to this group, the only group in America that benefits from the recent tax cut, then it could happen anywhere.  I hope.

What’s with the high heels?

Yesterday I went to the Patriot League championship game for women’s basketball with my wife and daughter.  And I’m happy to say that my AU Eagles won over Navy.  So they’re dancing in the NCAA Tournament.  The team’s best player and MVP of the tournament is a sophomore, so the future is bright.

What amazed me, however, was the fact that all the AU coaches, all of them female, all wore these 6 inch stiletto high heel shoes.  It was so incredibly incongruous with the energetic athletic nature of the players – all wearing sensible basketball shoes.

I wonder what kind of message  this sends to these young women – that their coaches would dress in such unsuitable, unreasonable, footwear?  To me it seems like it could easily send the wrong message about dress, shoes, and how you have to look as a female.

But then I’m a dumb guy and what do I know.

Bullies, part 2

The thing about bullies is that the only way to handle them is to smash them in the mouth.  You can try to run, but you can’t hide.  If you try to negotiate, or peacefully coexist, they just push harder because they sense weakness, and weakness is an aphrodisiac for bullies.

Bullies are cowards, fearful little creatures, and they will never punch back.  But if they have control of nuclear weapons and no one above them to say “no” to  them, then we’re all f–ked.

Our Bully is Badder Than Your Bully

Note to  the people of North Korea:  our bully (fake-president Tramp) is tougher than your bully (Supreme Leader Kim Jong Un).

It should come as no surprise that our bully-in-chief is the baddest on the block because he is crazy.  No one knows what weird, stupid shit he will do, just so he can win whatever contest he thinks he’s in.  That unpredictability, instability, is what makes him so dangerous to all of us.

The “deal” to be reached between these “leaders” will be a Tramp hotel for a bunch of nuclear missiles that the NRA will manage.   I know that I’ll feel a lot safer.

Shameless Self-Promotion

I grew up in the 1950s and 1960s,  and  I have some perspectives on coming of age during that time.  It was very different from what my 15-year-old daughter experiences today.  It was simpler in so many ways, particularly without the means of 24-hour instant communication.  I plan to address many of those issues in this blog.  But I have also used that era as the backdrop for a series of young-adult, new adult, novels.

The Education of Clark Westfield is a trilogy that begins with Lovely Rita, continues with Curse of the Nice Guy, and ends with Clark’s Choice.   The first two novels are available on Amazon in print or e-book; they are also available as e-books on other internet book retailers including Barnes&Nobel and Smashwords.  The third novel is scheduled to release this summer – June 30.

If you decide to check them out, I’d appreciate it if you would post a review online at the purchase site.  And if you want to comment on it here, that would also be great.

BTW, the first book, Lovely Rita, is only $2.99.  AND UNTIL MARCH 10, 2018,  BOTH OF THEM ARE FREE AT SMASHWORDS.COM

50th College Reunion

Most of us who were born in 1946 went to college in 1964 and graduated in 1968.  That makes this the year of the 50th college reunions.  Hard to believe.

At my college it was the custom for the class that was having its 50th reunion to schedule it the same weekend as the graduation and for the 50-year-men to march at the head of the graduation procession.  It’s a nice tradition and still done.  So that means if I go to my 50th reunion I would be marching with all the other old geezers.

I remember a brief thought at my graduation as I watched, through my blood-shot eyes and hangover, those old geezers from the class of 1918.  That thought was – my god how can they still walk at that age.  They looked SO OLD.  I most definitely do not feel as old as those guys looked.

Had I not been so self-absorbed, I would possibly have thought about the incredible changes they had experienced and witnessed in those 50 years.  The roaring twenties in their twenties; prohibition; the great depression; WW II; the Korean war; the cold war and the beginning of the Vietnam war.  And that led me to think about the changes in my 50 years as a college graduate.

Nixon to Bush to Tramp – a terrible progression; can it get any worse?

Rotary dial phones to smart phones – there is such a thing as too much communication.

Electric typewriters to word processors – more information but less knowledge and wisdom.

No computers to laptops and AI – scary stuff.

Three television networks to hundreds – and still nothing to watch.

The cold war we “won” to the cyber war that we may be losing.


I like to make these posts interactive, so please send in your changes, especially you who are facing your 50th reunion this summer.


Webster’s Dictionary: “crusty, ill-tempered and usually old man”

Alternative definition: “an old baby boomer”

Do we all fit the definition?  Probably not.  Do most of us?  Probably.

But what’s wrong with that I ask.  A corollary trait for a curmudgeon includes “no tolerance for fools”, and we need a lot more people with that trait today.  No longer can we idly sit on our hands while these fools ruin the world for everyone.  We need to have zero tolerance for a long list of fools:

  • the Fake-President
  • red light runners
  • NRA members and supporters
  • anyone on Fox News
  • anyone who believes everything they hear on television
  • Republicans in the congress
  • grocery store executives who approved self-checkout kiosks
  • people who deny global warming

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