Quickest way to get Attention! Pick on Barron Trump!

Personally, I love all forms of humor. Dangerfield, Carlin, Belushi and yes even Cosby.Unfortunately, the age of Political Correctness has brought us Censorship in a bold new format. It has been declared, You can’t pick on this 10 year old kid!

Well, I hate to bring a damper to the censorship wagon, but Barron Trump is now a “Public Figure” and he has been for some time. This brings his life into a whole new arena, whether he and his parents like it or not. He has become the new “child star” of the White House. His every move will be scrutinized and with no fairness. I don’t know if he’s a nice kid or not but even his mother calls him “Little Donald.”
Some would call that “Child Abuse.”

This kid lives in a circus and must take his role as the youngest clown, be it a good thing or bad. Big comments were made about him looking at the floor while sitting at the Inauguration. Pay attention. They put makeup on him so his pale complexion would not show like Casper the Ghost on Camera. In later shots inside, it looks like he got rid of it. As for his yawning, no ten year old is going to do well under the schedule they were keeping or being shoved around by the Children of the Corn. Tiffany and Eric made a point of shoving him behind them when they were walking through the Capitol to the platform.

Barron Trump needs his own fan club. That way people can interact on a more positive level instead of some of the snipes we have heard so far. Perhaps his mom could launch his own line of eye shadow, or T-shirts with him yawning on the front. Thus creating the BarYawn.  I could see everything from YoYo’s to Frisbees selling like crazy.  Add to that the Barron Trump Tribble Junior hairpiece for kids with Cancer and it could be a real hit!

I call dibs!  Contact me Barron, we’ll work it out!

My Favorite Martian vs My Favorite Russian

When I was a kid, one of my favorite television shows was “My Favorite Martian” with Bill Bixby and Ray Walston. This was a spoof of what might happen if a Martian actually crashed on earth and tried to live among us. It was a lot of special effect humor from Walston’s Martian combined with the goofy antics of Bixby’s character. The premise was that Walston was Bixby’s Uncle Martin.

In this era, the world was fascinated by evil men from outer space and The Russians. They hype concerning both was almost equal. If the space invaders didn’t attack us, the Russians would. People watched the skies for both possibilities.

In 1982, E.T. finally convinced us that not all aliens were evil and give the right bicycle, we could fly across the moon. In 1987, I finally met my first Russian. I was working near Washington D.C. selling software and many of the embassy personnel liked to frequent my store, including the Russians. I will not use his name, but I can tell you he was roughly mid 30’s with a wife and a couple of kids. I never met his wife, but I did meet his kids. Barring the accent, you’d never know they were not a typical  American Family. Over the months, I got to know them and realized that they were more like me than different from me. Thanks to this fine gentleman, I got to partake in a tasting of Russian Crackers and Beluga Caviar. That was my Christmas Gift for helping him route a journey to Niagara Falls through wine country for their 10th anniversary.

Now, lately we have been assailed with the Russians again. They helped rig the election so Trump would win. If this is true all I want to say is THANK YOU!  Way to go Putin! The last thing this country needed in the White House was Hillary Clinton. If it turns out to be true, every American should send a thank you note to Vladimir.

Now, back to the other kind of aliens, I’ve been to Roswell; Weather Balloon my foot!  I’ve also been to Devil’s Tower where they filmed parts of “Close Encounters of the Third Kind.”  If I was an alien, I would choose to land there, if only to get some of the best fried chicken I have ever eaten. The “Devil’s Tower View” restaurant is within a few miles of the tower at 476 State Highway 24.

Aliens of all types scare people, especially folks who thrive on religious theology. How sad they miss out on the fun and intrigue of meeting Mr Spock some day. Or enjoying the company of a Tribble. How cool would it be to “Go where no man has gone before” Hopefully Trump will help restart NASA with a vengeance. We need to continue to explore the universe.

New Year’s Day – Back In Texas

I spent New Year’s Eve, deep in the Heart of Texas. Specifically in the smaller, but feisty town, just east of San Antonio. I had planned on spending the night at a ranch in Von Ormy, but that just didn’t play out. So I missed my New Year’s Eve with a can of Root Beer, the ball on Times Square and a field full of cattle.

Texas was first my home from 1978 to 1996. We moved here when the mills all closed in Ohio. I have been here several times since buying the RV. I still have family near both Houston and Corpus Christi. I wintered down at Baffin Bay last year and spent some time in North East Texas before that. I know the state well. There are not too many areas of the state I have not been in or lived in. I am as at home in the Pan Handle as I am in this central zone. I’ve driven and visited the coastal areas many times. I got flooded out of the Lake Whitney area, just this last Spring. I spent Memorial Day watching the flood waters rise and drove like a demon west and north to get away from the rains. If you haven’t hydroplaned in an RV, you haven’t lived!

The greatest thing about being back in Texas? It is the home of really super BBQ and Mexican Food. That garbage BBQ in Tennessee almost killed me. Talk about Mohammed going back to the Mountain. I am looking forward to a great year. It has to be better than last year. Trump will be elected, the Clintons will flee the country and all will be well again. Carpe Diem!

Trump

For the first time in over a decade, I was active in politics again. While I did not do street level work, like putting out signs or talking to voters on election day, I did do a large amount of Tweeting. About 3800 posts to be exact. I was one of those folks Trump finally got around to thanking after the election was over.

Thanks to the antiquated format of Twitter, I grew sick of trying to express myself in 154 characters very quickly. I made up for the asinine restriction by creating a variety of graphics and using things I had found on the Internet. a picture is worth 1000 words so do some quick math. about 3500 of the posts had pictures.

Once Trump was elected, I took a couple days off and deleted my Twitter account. I purged as many of the Tweets as I could with the again restrictive Twitter Delete policies, manually delete as many of the media posts as I could and killed the account.

So, I asked myself, after killing a year on Twitter? What’s next?  Facebook? Hell no!  A Blog? I haven’t done that in many years, but I still know how to set up WordPress, so why not. Besides, I can make money with a Blog. Maybe. That the way the world feels right now. Maybe. Anything has to be better than the last decades full of Obama and Bush.