We are imitating the last days of the Roman empire when the Roman citizens were given bread and circuses. The circus was on Trump’s birthday when the “cage fighters” did an imitation of the gladiators in the arena. I do not know if Trump, AKA Nero, gave thumbs up or down, or if anyone was actually put to the sword. Probably not–we can’t do anything right.
My issue is this: We have had the circus, but where the heck is the bread? Or does that just go to the Emperor and his cronies?
The White House
Office of the President
1600 Pennsylvania Ave., N.W.
Washington, D.C. 20500
Dear President Trump:
There is an old rule in politics that after an office holder is sworn in, he or she can blame his or her predecessor for problems and miscues for a period of six months. After that, the new office holder owns the problems.
I notice that you have been blaming President Obama for some of the problems and issues faced by our country. Since President Obama left office in January of 2017, his tenure is well past the “blame date.” Under the six months rule, even President Biden would be past the time where he can be blamed for problems.
Your advisors should have told you this. In any case, it is something for you to keep in mind.
All the best,
Roy Christman
In the 1920s the Ku Klux Klan organized Klan Klubs in high schools. Some yearbooks featured the Klubs along with Glee Clubs and Debate Societies. The high school Klubs were big especially big in Indiana.
Now Turning Point has proudly announced that it has over 1000 chapters in high schools around the nation. Was the Klan the inspiration for this? Inquiring minds want to know.
It will take years. maybe decades, to bring sanity and normality to the U.S., but it has already started. Trump’s name has been removed from the Kennedy Center (and a rainbow decorated the sky while it was happening).
A judge just ordered exhibits taken down by the Trump Administration in National Park sites to be restored. U.S. District Judge Angel Kelley in Massachusetts wrote that the Trump efforts were meant “to rewrite the Nation’s history with a white-out pen.”
In Philadelphia an exhibit discussing the lives of nine slaves of George Washington that had earlier been removed from the Independence National Historical Park was reinstalled in February. (By the way, is there anyone left on the U.S. who did not know Washington owned slaves?)
Calls are starting to restore the White House to its configuration before Trump starting messing it up. We will eventually cleanse this mess.
According to an article in the June 13 edition of Lancaster Farming, when Jeff Corle’s dairy farm went under, he thought about his loaded shotgun but instead picked up his guitar and wrote the song “Empty Barn.” Now he travels around singing it solo and raising money for mental health awareness among farmers.
It’s available on YouTube. I don’t think it will make the top 40, but it isn’t terrible, and I liked the photos of the cows.
Today I made a batch of strawberry jam. You need lots of sugar for homemade jellies and jams, and Linda bought two bags. She pointed out that the bags, which I assumed were five pound bags, were actually only four pounds. They look the same as the five pound bags, but it’s there on the bag–four pounds.
It really is dishonest. Of course it is legal, but it is wrong. It is pulling a fast one on the consumer. It is irritating. The word for it is “shrinkflation,” but it is simply another form of inflation, and it is not only happening to sugar.
I blame Trump.
Paul and I have been friends for most of our lives. We went to the same church when we were kids, we were in 4-H Club together, and when I was in grad school at Penn State, Paul was an undergrad. He is the only one of his six siblings still alive.
His family is now scattered across the country in Texas, Florida, Oklahoma, California, Virginia, and Pennsylvania. The younger generations have no knowledge of their ancestors, of the experience Paul and his brothers and sisters had growing up on a small dairy farm, their time in one-room schools, or where their great grandparents are buried.
Paul decided to invite them all to fly or drive back here for a two-day tour of cemeteries, schools, and other places important to the family. Today they visited Kibler School, a one-room school house I attended, now owned by the Palmerton Area Historical Society. I was the docent for the visit, and we served cake and lemonade. I thought this was a wonderful way to hold a family “reunion,” so we put out a press release. The local tv station and the local newspaper covered the school event.
In addition to the school, the family members visited two cemeteries, the old homestead (still in the family), and a church, ending with a family picnic. It was a good day.
