Give’m Harry

I read the following wonderful summary of Harry Truman on Facebook today. Then I looked at the apparently pro-Trump author’s Facebook Page. He didn’t write it so I searched for the actual author. It seems no one has taken credit for it. The description of the man who was President when I was born accords with everything I’ve previously read although I can’t entirely vouch for its full accuracy.

Harry Truman was a different kind of President. He probably made as many, or more important decisions regarding our nation’s history as any of the other 32 Presidents preceding him. However, a measure of his greatness may rest on what he did after he left the White House.

The only asset he had when he died was the house he lived in, which was in Independence , Missouri . His wife had inherited the house from her mother and father and other than their years in the White House, they lived their entire lives there.

When he retired from office in 1952 his income was a U.S. Army pension reported to have been $13,507.72 a year. Congress, noting that he was paying for his stamps and personally licking them, granted him an ‘allowance’ and later, a retroactive pension of $25,000 per year.

After President Eisenhower was inaugurated, Harry and Bess drove home to Missouri by themselves. There was no Secret Service following them.

When offered corporate positions at large salaries, he declined, stating, “You don’t want me. You want the office of the President, and that doesn’t belong to me.. It belongs to the American people and it’s not for sale.”

Even later, on May 6, 1971, when Congress was preparing to award him the Medal of Honor on his 87th birthday, he refused to accept it, writing, “I don’t consider that I have done anything which should be the reason for any award, Congressional or otherwise.”

As president he paid for all of his own travel expenses and food.

Modern politicians have found a new level of success in cashing in on the Presidency, resulting in untold wealth. Today , too many in Congress also have found a way to become quite wealthy while enjoying the fruits of their offices. Political offices are now for sale

Good old Harry Truman was correct when he observed, “My choices in life were either to be a piano player in a whore house or a politician. And to tell the truth, there’s hardly any difference!

We ought to have cloned him for telling it like it is and being frugal with our tax dollars!

That a pro–Trumper would circulate something that so diametrically contradicts Donald Trump and which I find so compelling suggests to me that our mutual admiration for Harry offers hope to America. And by the way. Truman’s order to integrate the US Armed Forces began the stampede of Southern Democrats out of the Democratic Party and eventually into the once hated Party of Lincoln……where they promptly forgot about the sixteenth President.

I’m reestablishing my old domain Givemhellharry.org to advertise my 2019 school board campaign. I’ll be taking book orders from there as well.

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When Fox bests PBS

I woke from an Alzheimer’s fighting nine hours of sleep this morning. Its about time. Four and five hours for a week straight doesn’t do it. Holed up upstairs away from the ongoing work in our kitchen Claudia and I had a long conversation about a couple television shows and a great summation about Harry Truman and the logs in some people’s eyes. This post will cover the unlikely butt whooping we saw in television programming last night.

On Sunday nights Claudia and I get together at our daughter’s house and watch TV. The nights usually begin with kid watching then moves on to Adult PBS watching. Kid watching has meant Stranger Things and the Tic in recent times followed by Masterpiece Theater. Last night it was reversed and we began watching Grantchester on PBS a series that has been OKish. I’ve been irritated by it because its flawed hero, an Anglican minister, is given a pass because of his experiences in World War I. His parish is Grantchester, hence the name, and like Agatha Chisties hamlet no end of murders take place there.

Last night we could not endure it when the 1960’s Grantchester was visited by a black minister and his family. I won’t bother explaining how daft the premise was but we drew the line and the latest sexual encounter this self righteous minister had, this time with the black daughter of the minister the night after her brother is murdered by some supposed English Racist. It crammed five decades and two continents of black/white relations into a sorry justification for an improbably unchristian act of sex……off screen but obvious enough when the minister’s friend the cop said with disgust “you screwed her.”

It was time for some kid watching to take our youngest grandson’s eyes off of awful. And I had a brainstorm. Malcolm in the Middle.

A quick check confirmed that it could be livestramed from Hulu for which my daughter and son[-in-law have a subscription. It came out the year after my daughter graduated from highschool but I recall watching it with our son a few years younger. It was one of the few things we did together. Malcolm is the fourth wall breaking middle child of a not quite dystopian wacked-out family. There was some off screen sex in this program too but it was more achingly ridiculous than Grantchester’s gratuitous steam.

As I said we had a long lively talk about this and enjoyed laughing through three episodes in a mini binge with our grandsons. They were the perfect age to watch four television brothers fight and scheme against the world and each other. As with the Simpsons, Fox provided a little anti-venom to its scurrilous political broadcasting designed for Alzheimish baby boomers.

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What every election is about…..

the future!

Educating our children is no small deal. America pioneered near universal public education then the Republican Party noticed some failures, real not imagined, and then proceeded to inflict public education with more snake oil cures than you can shake a stick at. The result. An American population of science denying, divided paranoids striking out like blind men in a paper bag.

That kind of population will only slow the search for finding solutions to save our Grandchildren’s Earth. This is not a Chinese hoax.

At the top of this post you can see me and my little sister in British, Columbia in the summer of 1968. We climbed up to a glacier on a warm day. I’ll give you good odds that this glacier, if it still exists, has retreated to a nubbin of what it once was. A similar condition affected the Mendenhall Glacier near Juneau that Claudia and I took our grandsons to see five years ago. The park museum had been built by it years earlier but the glacier had already retreated miles further upstream as chunks of its ice floated past my grandsons.

Everything I envision for Duluth will be aimed at giving our children, all of our children, a future not a calamity. We need to clean up the Central site. That will require a million dollars Continue reading

Bye Jupiter!

Bob King is a nice addition to WDSE’s portfolio. Today I saw the Trib’s retired photog explaining where we would see Jupiter this evening. I found it in UMD’s tall sculpture. I was too late to catch it in the picture because a cloud’s nose rushed over to hide it before I could get my cell phone out.

I took the walk to loosen up after spending nine hours today painting. First I spent four hours at church priming and painting windows then I came home and painted walls of our kitchen just before the appliances and granite are brought in. The walk did me good. It cleared my mind.

A couple of annoyances have bedeviled me in recent days. Somehow I got locked out of my blog stats. I had to get a new password and just now used it to see how many visits I’ve had since I got frozen out. I’ll never know. I found that five days worth of stats were completely erased as though no one visited from June 4th through 8th. Then the blog got 12,000 pageviews on June 9th. Sweet.

That’s all for now. I’ve got some reading to do.

A $3,000 goal for book publishing costs

Here’s where I stand at this early date:

I think my eight loyal readers will get a kick out of this book and learn a thing or two along the way.

I have yet to get an order online so I’ll include my donation button. It will show up regularly in posts this summer.
Remember, I need to sell 200 books at $15.00 to pay to print them. I’ve sold 23 with a first mailing. I also request that donors consider adding a little over that amount as my campaign will need funds for mailing, advertising and new (I hope) lawnsigns.





Harry’s Diary 7-19-2019

I probably lost close to a dozen posts with my early morning mishap. I don’t recall which ones I lost. But as with the preceeding post about my clean sidewalk I need to do some catching up.

I have found a wonderful source of information which will speed along my book writing by thousands of pages a day. That’s good because I’ve been busy with my life as well. Our kitchen is being remodeled. It resulted in a three day wiring mixup that cost us three night without electricity on our second floor. That issue was solved and we will get a three week hiatus while we wait for our new appliances to be delivered. We are living out of a small fridge upstairs for the moment and doing dishes in the bathtub.

I have done gardening and storm window replacement at our church. 96 windows in all and we are down to about 70 left to do. Its fussy work with re-caulking and priming and repainting. I spent two mornings on it this week. I’ve been so busy that I forgot I had to turn in a questionnaire to the Central Labor body for their candidate endorsement screening last night. They let me turn it in late and screen which I appreciated. I won’t get the endorsement. Never have. I just like to make it clear I am a friend.

One question I was asked was whether I would meet with labor if they wanted to talk. I was unhesitating. Of course. Ironically, I tried to meet with the President of the Duluth Federation of Teachers a half dozen times on my most recent Board term. I was politely refused a chance to meet every time.

Oh and here’s a robin just finished with bathing in our birdbath this morning:

Its not surprising what caused me to go two steps backward…

…it was my planned post to offer a small correction to an Op Ed piece about Duluth School District finance. This one:

https://www.duluthnewstribune.com/opinion/3007943-Local-View-Duluth%E2%80%99s-poorer-schools-students-take-brunt-of-budget-cuts-%E2%80%94-again

This is my basic quibble:

Mr. Skwira-Brown (a fighter for Western Duluth Schools who I have failed on an occasion or two to persuade to run for the school board) argues that the current School Board has abandoned its recent decision to let Compensatory Education dollars follow students to the schools where the funds are generated – where the highest rates of impoverished students go to school. NOPE.

That magnificent policy still stands. However, a loss of something like a million dollars in Comp Ed funding has meant drastic reductions to all schools that generate it including Eastern schools which also have such students, only in smaller numbers. Each school today still gets its appropriate cut of the dollars its students generate. Its just that they are all taking a hit.

If Mr. Skwira-Brown thinks even more of the District’s money (from the General Fund) should go to his hardscrabble western schools that’s a debate worth having. But that doesn’t negate the good policy the recent Board enacted regarding Comp Ed funding.

OH. AND I JUST REALIZED THAT ONE OF THE ACCIDENTALLY ERASED POSTS CONTAINED THIS DONATION BUTTON FOR MY PAYPAL ACCOUNT. I’M PUTTING IT BACK HERE BECAUSE THIS POST DEMONSTRATES WHAT DULUTH LOST WHEN I WAS BUMPED OFF THE BOARD BY ALL THOSE ANTI-TRUMP VOTERS….A CLEAR VIEW OF WHAT’S GOING ON IN THE DULUTH SCHOOLS.

REMEMBER FOR $15 DOLLARS YOU WILL BE SENT A COPY OF THE BOOK I’M WRITING ABOUT MY EXOTIC EXPERIENCE WITH PUBLIC EDUCATION. IF YOU READ MY NOT EUDORA COLUMNS I AM SURE YOU WILL LIKE IT.





Two steps back

Darn it. Last night I picked up my cell phone and punched in the beginings of a new post to finish this morning. When I closed my cell phone in the dark I noticed that a lot of the most recent posts had been checked. I acted too quickly to make sense of what the checks meant but it turns out I marked every post back to July 2nd as trash. They have now disappeared. I can’t recall what they were all about. The last one I recall putting up yesterday included links to four stories I had recently read. Oops.

Since I count on this as a record of my daily activities its like tearing out five days of my diary. Most annoying.

Captcha

“I am not a robot.”

I heard parts of a long story on NPR’s “Mental Floss” a day ago. Here’s a brief summary. Its about the genius service that allowed every New York Times newspaper for a hundred year be digitized by the hundreds of millions of people who took words that computers couldn’t read and using human skills identify their letters. This was done in order to order stuff online. It turns out that this fantastic service has been used by nefarious hackers to break into the Internet. An arms race developed which pitted the CAPTCHA folks against the hacker’s robots. Will the robot handlers win the arms race?

The Rule of Law

Wherever two million people gather to protest injustice some small portion of them can be counted on to use the disruption to soil the reputation of the larger group. Such was the case in Hong Kong where Mainland China is about to rescind an agreement forty years ago to guarantee the City’s independence as it rejoined, against its will, the mainland.

On this NPR story this morning I heard the Mainland’s appointed the unelected stooge who leads Hong Kong. She had been vigrously pushing a law to give China the right to extradite people it wanted so shut up from Hong Kong and hand them into the opaque justice system on the Mainland. Of course, while millions marched peacefully, a bunch of the hooligans decided to overrun the legislature and tear up the place. This despicable act has brought the disgraced stooge out of the shadows. Today she said that the bad actors had violated the “rule of law.” Yes, indeed! Mainland China’s rule of law.

13 cents to Furious Hours

I’ve been attending to the necessary errands of life all day so, other than my thirty minutes of French Study this is the first time I’ve been able to open the computer. The fiscal part of this post’s title refers the the vast haul of money I found on the parking lot when I went to buy a chocolate covered roll at Mt. Royal. As soon as I pocketed it I realized it added up to that unlucky sum. Two nickles, three pennies. Then I crossed over to check my PO Box which had not yet gotten any thing other than come ons from sellers of political detritus.

Got my first book order with Five dollars to spare. I’m not superstitious.

The end of the title refers to the book I heard someone rave about on NPR and which I immediately ordered Claudia to download. She just started it and is mesmerized. Its about the last real life story that Harper Lee failed to publish a book about. Its about a serial killer.

I wish I had time to read it to her.

Between these events I helped a little with the moving in of new cabinets to our kitchen.

I entertained my grandson. I did some yard work. I mopped up water from the recent storm in my basement. My gutters were plugged. I got rid of my darned 2017 campaign Facebook Page. I hooked up air conditioners. Picked up sheet music for a duet to sing at church with my daughter, bought new LED lights for the basement and a new dehumidifier. And oh yeah. At 4 AM I wrote something else but I’ll be darned if I can recall what it was just now. Ah. I see its just after ten PM. Time for me to feed Moloch. (my cat)

Aw Shucks. I just remembered I promised to paint Church windows tomorrow. I’ll be thinking about my book.

The Lunatic Fringe

Two recent news stories both typify the worst about the far left and the far right. Both show governments being essentially unhinged and dogmatic. The first regards a leftish California School Board which, to protect fragile high school students, will spend over half a million dollars to destroy a WPA mural painted during the Depression that honestly shows President Washington as a slave owner. Even mixed race kids at the high school want to preserve its history. https://www.nytimes.com/2019/06/28/opinion/sunday/san-francisco-life-of-washington-murals.html

And on the unhinged right, there is this deplorable example from Alabama. A pregnant woman got in a bar fight and the woman she assaulted shot her despite her five month pregnant belly. The shooter was released but the pregnant and wounded mother, Marshae Jones, was indicted for manslaughter of Her Fetus which did not survive the stupidity. From NPR: https://www.npr.org/2019/06/28/737005113/woman-indicted-for-manslaughter-after-death-of-her-fetus-may-avoid-prosecution

33 Emails

I am both writing my book (for the campaign and the world of education) and organizing my vast collections of source material.

In Jupiter Florida I organized almost 400 notes to myself on my cell phone. Just a couple hours ago at 4AM I woke with a bug to write about myself with a heavy dose of confident self deprecation. I was momentarily distracted by thunder boomers which dropped an inch and a half of rain on me. Then I wrote about my non fans in the family then my cat bugged me for food at 5:45 so went down and splashed across my basement to do so. Then I mopped up the basement. Darned rain . My gutters seem to be blocked up.

Now an hour later I am back in bed and have figured out how to email the 33 notes to myself that were meant to be fodder for the book. I am making progress. The day we flew back to Duluth I managed to read about a quarter of my earliest Not Eudora Columns . I enjoyed them all. A few will make it into the book.

I am enjoying this.

NOTE TO SELF – EDIT THIS LATER….AND WRITE A POST ABOUT THE DEMOCRATIC DEBATE.

Smug get rich quick Christians support…

Tough love at the border:

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Or as Presidential candidate Buttigieg said at last night’s Democratic Presidential debate:

“For a party that associates itself with Christianity to say it is okay to suggest that God would smile on the division of families at the hands of federal agents, that God would condone putting children in cages, has lost all claim to ever use religious language.”

Maybe another way to put is that: Jesus only loves the little fetuses.

The official source for all the blather of the eccentric Harry Welty – Duluth School Board member, off and on, since 1995. He does his best to live up to Mark Twain's assessment: "First God created the idiot. That was for practice. Then he invented the School Board."