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.

Arne Carlson – a decent Republican

From his Facebook:

Seeing visuals of how the Trump Administration is treating children being “ processed” at our southern border, takes me back to 1947 when my parents decided to return to Sweden. They decided to send me to live with my grandmother and uncle who lived on the island of Gotland located well out into the Baltic Sea. This would give my parents time to find jobs and housing.

They put me on a train from Goteborg to Kalmar on the opposite coast. They gave me some money and notes with the appropriate Swedish words. The plan was for me to get off the train in Kalmar and then follow the signs directing passengers to the ship to Gotland.

When the train arrived in Kalmar, I got off and started looking for the signs with Gotland on them. But, I could not find them. Clearly, I was in trouble.

Within minutes, a young lady approached and asked me where I was going. Fortunately, she understood English and informed me that the ship to Gotland was not in service. The season for summer travel had just concluded.
The young lady identified herself as a member of the Police Department and that she would help me.

The only ships to Gotland were in service in Stockholm and that was some distance up the coast and the next ship left the following afternoon. The Police Community Officer put me up in a hotel room and brought in a huge smorgasbord. This was all paid for by the public.

I tried to be as helpful as I could in supplying the names of my relatives. However, I did not have their phone numbers nor even knew if they had phones. My mother’s maiden name was Magnuson and trying to track down my relatives with this popular name was a challenge. Before I went to sleep, that wonderful Officer said they had located my uncle and all was well.

The next morning, I was escorted to the train to Stockholm, greeted by the conductor and led to my seat. When we arrived in Stockholm, the conductor led me off the train and into the service of a Stockholm Police officer. He had a wonderful sense of humor which I so much appreciated as we went to the ship.

Once there, a ship’s officer greeted me and escorted me to my small cabin and helped me prepare for the overnight journey.

Early the next morning, the ship put into the port of Visby and there I could see my wonderful brother, Lars, waving and pointing to my relatives whom I had never met.
What an absolutely joyous occasion.

Here I am some 70 years later with such pleasant and warm memories all due to marvelous public servants who knew the power of love and kindness.

Why can we not treat the children on our southern border with more compassion After all, they only seek a better life.
Is that not what the American Dream is about?

When losing is healthy and democratic

If I’m convinced of anything after seventeen some elections, three wins, 14 losses, it is this: Its more important to campaign on what you believe and risk defeat than it is to win at all costs and through dishonesty.

The counter argument to this is persuasive but ultimately a siren song. Those who win, legislate. Or, stated more baldly, lie and you get to make the rules. This has become the modus-operandi of Republican hacks. I have been a casualty of this operation. Moderates were decried as RINO’s. Republicans in name only and purged in primary campaigns with ease. The people flocking to remove them and vote for more pure ideologues didn’t even care if a Democrat would ultimately win in a seat that might be open to a moderate Republican. Their cause was to make life impossible for anyone other than a Republican fire eater. The Result? Donald Trump – long time liberal, libertine and liar who championed extreme Republican positions and brushed aside 19 other candidates who did not want to alienate the larger population of voters. His fake authenticity prevailed. A lot of Americans still like the taste of his vinegar.

The other part of the Republican playbook has been to subvert democracy itself. The Southern Democrat wing that now rules the Republican Party prevented black voters from casting ballots with impunity until the 1965 Voting Rights act. Republicans were eager to change the Supreme Court so that new justices would throw out all the limitations on perverting elections by discouraging voters. Today, in the Palm Beach newspaper I read about Florida Republicans latest efforts to stave off defeat even at the cost of fair elections. It begins:

At first glance, the idea seems reasonable, especially in a state as sprawling and dependent on the automobile as Florida: Require that early-voting sites have adequate places to park.

But then you realize that those pushing it are the same Republican gang in Tallahassee that has spent years looking for ways to suppress the votes of black and brown people, poor people and young people — groups who don’t tend to generate majorities for Republicans.

It begs the question. Does the Republican Party really believe in anything other than winning in perpetuity by depriving a majority of voters their say? Its no wonder why they hate calling Democrats “democratic.” They are jealous.

Campaigning in Florida

Its an otter. He was sunning himself by the lake at my father-in-laws. I’ve been visiting his place for years. I always wondered if an alligator would show up but today we got an otter. It slid back into the water when a mosquito control vehicle sped past.

The Palm Coast is having the hottest June weather since 1944. Thank goodness for AC. I hid from mother nature and stuffed 170 fund raising envelopes. They will probably make it to Duluth from Florida about as fast as if I’d mailed them from Duluth. I finished editing the letter in Jupiter, printed it and ordered envelopes and address labels. My letter invites potential contributors a book in 100 days by me about my attitude toward and experience with public education. All of the addressees have contributed at some time to previous campaigns. About 70 of the addressees ordered a book about the Red Plan that I never completed. I found the records which listed to whom I returned $700 in refunds since I gave up on writing the book.

I don’t plan on refunds this time.

My campaign starts getting bookish

If my eight loyal readers (of the blog) are not readers of my Not Eudora columns I recommend taking a look at them. I’m averse to writing titles that are too literal regarding the content of my columns. That way readers can’t draw any firm conclusions until they’ve read a couple of paragraphs worth. Among the items I’ll be researching for my book I’ll be going through all my columns, about 200 of them, to see which ones have education related passages that might illuminate my book.

I only have one more serious writing project in mind now – A fundraising letter. I had hoped to have it ready before I left but, after two unsatisfactory attempts at it, I’ll work on it next week in Florida. However, you don’t need to wait for or worry about my sending you a letter. I am delighted to tell you that my old online donation button still seems to work. Its on my 2017 campaign webpage WeltyforSchoolBoard website.

Here’s the deal. After getting a ball park price for publishing 500 books I will be asking for contributions of $15 to assure my supporters that they can have a copy of the book. I’ll be happy to accept larger contributions to pay for costs beyond publishing but fifteen dollars will take care of the printers. I’m aiming at sending them out twenty days before the Nov. 6th election.

I haven’t designed a front cover yet but my new lawnsign will look something like this:

So far this month through the solstice my average blog reader has visited about six times and there have been over 2,000 occasions when readers have spent at least 30 minutes looking at it. I ought to sell a couple hundred books over the course of the summer. I know people were itching to get the book I never wrote about the Red Plan. In fact I sent back over $1,000 dollars to disappointed wannabe purchasers of the book when I didn’t get it written.

I rather like this page on the Duluth Reader. Its the list of my contributions and it includes everything for a little over a year. Starting in April of last year I began searching for pictures to accompany each column. This week I made a piece of artwork myself that pleased me. It represented naked people doing cartwheels down Superior Street. I was especially pleased when Loren Martell called and told me he liked the article and really liked the picture that the Reader staff had designed for it. Since I was the artist I was flattered. It was only after I sent it in that it occurred to me that I should have initialed it as I did with my cartoon of King Trump the previous week.

Avoiding Rabbit Holes on the Solstice

After six hard fought hours dreaming leading up to today’s solstice I woke up stewing about a young woman who entered my last dream just as the day broke. I was involved in some sort of anti-authoritarian attempt to put up blockades between nations. At first I thought she was a ragamuffin on my side but as I woke up she was telling me how she had had some liberal write her to praise what she was doing. She laughed that she had met the fellow and that they had gotten along famously. Then she told me the next day she put the man’s name and address on a website where it would be spread around in circles where he might find himself targeted by her kind of Manson-like anarchists who might stalk and kill him.

And as I woke up I thought about my old neighbor Jim Fetzer. Years ago I read that he had been asked to debate a creationist who made a living infuriating Darwinists at huge public rallies in front of fundamentalists Christians and Republicans who needed assurance that science was bunk. I knew Jim lived a couple doors down from my place so I went over to wish him well. We chatted amiably and I lent him my anti-Darwin reference book. I went to the performance and was appalled how badly he let the pro-evolution side. It then took me a year’s prodding to get him to give me back my book. Later he took to the circuit of cultists who insist that JFK was assassinated by the CIA just like Dr. Kohl of the Reader. Dr. Kohl also takes pains to assure his readers that modern drugs are more than just financially crippling but flat-out poisonous and murderous just like vaccinations. I only realized who whacked out he was when he wrote a column about how the destruction of the World Trade Towers was a CIA plot too. Sheesh!

I’ve written about Fetzer a couple times. Here’s one of the columns: Avast! Right Wing Conspiracy. Fetzer kind of liked it.

Maybe that dream was about Fetzer’s latest turd. The Trib reported that, along with Alex Jones, Fetzer has been preaching that there never was a massacre of children at Sandy Hook. I had no idea Fetzer was quite this addled. Yesterday it was reported that Fetzer lost a court case brought against him by this abomination.

I spend a lot of time annoying ill-informed people who have positions of power that exceed their gray matter. But God save me from delusions like these.

Here’s my reply to all the Fetzers out there:

The Second District Duck

My office is clean as a whistle. It only took me a year. I’ve gathered the materials I need so that I can find the reference points I need to write a book about my life in the Education biz. I’m thrilled. Its so pleasant up here that both of my cats are snoozing behind me in the sun. I think they are up here because its the farthest they can go from the destruction of our kitchen but that’s OK. Its nice to have a refuge. (Its being remodeled.)

At the top of this post you can see that I put up a map of the Second District I hope to represent again. Its outlined in blue. The orange and yellow lines which cover almost all of its streets represent the areas I canvassed in the 2017 election. I did 30,000 steps close to daily according to my pedometer. This map only represents one-fourth of the whole City that I covered. All that walking is why I got plantar fasciitis so badly that I couldn’t walk for a few days near the end of the campaign.

Next to the map is my 140-day campaign calendar. Four days have been slashed out and you can see the yellow line that has been driving me to speed things up. That, starting Saturday, is when I’ll be out of town visiting my Father-in-law in hot, humid Florida. It took that long for Claudia to be up to a trip. It will give me a quiet week to do some writing. A thousand pages a day. I swear. I’ll get it done. One book in 100 to 120 days. I’ve already contacted a printer specializing in books. I have to price it before I let my eight loyal readers put in their order for it.

Our sore footed Sleazebag’s War

The chikencrap who wasn’t sold on the inconvenient Vietnam War and who courageously badmouthed Bush years later for the Gulf War has now turned a de-nuclearization deal into a pre-war with Iran. God D….%&*$%Y)&^$#@$%^& that Son-of-a-Bitch. The Trump folly will, if it comes to pass, be the gift wrapping on the Depression he’s preparing the world for.

Now that that’s off my chest I can go on to other posts for the day.

More on Grant, my Grandfather the Republican Party and me

I mentioned in the last post that generations of Southerners and Democrats libeled US Grant as a butcher. I found a 2013 post about how my Grandfather corrected my Fifth grade teacher who made that assertion to our class in the integrated Topeka, Kansas, elementary school I attended. That post also contains some more historical tidbits from the Civil War era. The post has the catchy Title GOP = GHASTLY ORGANIZED PUTRESCENCE PT 2

After my last Reader column “Juan Percent” challenged me on the Reader site asking:

JP Jun. 17, 2019

“Wasn’t Bush president in 2002? Harry, if you haven’t been a republican in 20 years, can you still call yourself a republican? BTW, the last time I checked, we weren’t in a depression… so maybe timing is important when you use tariffs? Harry, If now is NOT the time to play hardball with other countries who are cheating, when is?

You too may wonder how I could possible want to be part of a Ghastly Putrescent party. Here’s my Reply to JP Jun. 17, 2019 Continue reading

General Grant

At the Quora site on the Internet in which people ask questions and experts show up out of nowhere to answer them I read this quote attributed to Ulysses S Grant about his Confederate opposite General Lee:

What did Ulysses S. Grant and Robert E. Lee think of each other?

Answered May 29 by Jim Hopkins

Grant on Lee: “I never ranked Lee as highly as some others of the army — that is to say, I never had as much anxiety when he was in my front as when Joe Johnston was in my front. Lee was a good man, who had everything in his favor. He was a man who needed sunshine. He was supported by the unanimous voice of the South, he was supported by a large party in the North. He had the support and sympathy of the outside world. All this is of immense advantage to a general. Lee had this in a remarkable degree. Everything he did was right. He was treated like a demi-god. Our generals had a hostile press, lukewarm friends, and a public opinion outside. The cry was in the air that the North only won by brute force, that the generalship and valor were with the South. This has gone into history with so many illusions that are historical. Lee was of a slow, conservative, cautious nature, without imagination or humor, always the same with grave dignity. I could never see in his achievements what justifies his reputation. The illusion that nothing but heavy odds beat him will not stand the ultimate light of history. I know it is not true. Lee was a good deal of a headquarters general, a desk general, from what I hear, and from what his officers say. He was almost too old for active service — the best service in the field. At the time of the surrender he was fifty-eight or fifty-nine, and I was forty-three. His officers used to say he posed himself, that he was retiring and exclusive, and that his headquarters were difficult of access.”

I grew up hearing that Grant was a bloody general and a crooked President. I no longer regard that appraisal as anything other than sour grapes. The quote above probably comes from his famous memoirs written hastily just before his death so that there would be something for the impoverished President to leave his family. First comment. This appraisal is well written, concise and insightful.

Secondly My Mother left her grandfather’s volumnes to my son who has yet to pick them up. I looked at them just now and found the note my Mother composed to her grandson. The note was touching and my eyes watered remembering that she too once was a woman with remarkable insight later lost to dementia. In the note I discovered that I had been telling an old family story wrong for the last couple decades. I put a picture of the set up above:

WHAT I’VE BEEN READING TODAY Tues. 6/18/2019

Actually, I’ve been crazy busy yesterday and today. But here are some articles I’ve read in the last couple days:

Sent from Flipboard

The organic-rich permafrost holds an estimated 15 billion tonnes of carbon. “That’s about twice as much carbon in the atmosphere, and three times as much carbon than that stored in all the world’s forests”, says Natali. She explains that between 30% and 70% of the permafrost may melt before 2100, depending on how effectively we respond to climate change. “The 70% is business as usual, if we continue to burn fossil fuels at our current rate, and 30% is if we vastly reduce our fossil fuel emissions… Of the 30-70% that thaws, the carbon locked up in organic matter will begin to be broken down by microbes, they use it as fuel or energy, and they release it as CO2 or methane.” Read it here.

and this:

Permafrost at outposts in the Canadian Arctic is thawing 70 years earlier than predicted, an expedition has discovered, in the latest sign that the global climate crisis is accelerating even faster than scientists had feared. A team from the University of Alaska Fairbanks said they were astounded… http://flip.it/IYhYF9

and relatedly:

Thirteen journalists who were investigating damage to the environment have been killed in recent years and many more are suffering violence, harassment, intimidation and lawsuits, according to a study. The Committee to Protect Journalists (CPJ), which produced the tally, is investigating… http://flip.it/GMfd0U

And the billion dollar business in China of harvesting the organs of political prisoners: http://flip.it/_2ij0k

Press Release

For Immediate Release June 18, 2019

Harry Welty filed today for the Duluth School District’s 2nd District seat and his fourth non-consecutive term on the Duluth School Board. The Second District is currently represented by David Kirby who has already filed for a second term of office. Welty was first elected in 1995 and served through 2003 representing the second District. He subsequently won an at large seat in 2013 and served through 2017.

Welty, a critic of the Board’s imposition of the Red Plan without a vote and its financing also objected to the School Board’s attempted removal of Art Johnston in 2015. Welty says his first concern will be to establish financial equity between Duluth’s eastern and western schools. Toward that end Welty wants to explore having a single high school with two campuses for which students would travel between campuses to complete their academic work. A close second interest for Welty will be the selection of new Superintendent of schools to replace William Gronseth when he steps down at the end of the 2020 school year.

Welty can be reached by email at: harrywelty@charter.net

The Deed is done

And Jackie thanked me for not waiting to file until the end of the day when a welter of candidates showing up late make for a headache.

Yesterday was stellar. I finally neared the end of a year-long procrastination. The wait to clear my office floor of debris. When I came back from Old Central I found my cat Moloch sitting forlornly on carpet which had once been strewn gloriously with messy papers. He counted on pawing them to get my attention when he thought I should feed him. Now he’ll have to jump up to my computer and walk around it like other cats.

I got nearly 1000 words of my book written. In fact they laid out a structure so fortuitously that I know I’ll be able to meet my 100 day timeline or come very close.

On leaving the Superintendent’s office I looked up at the wall to wall map of the School District to pick out District Number 2’s outline. It looks like a tall necked rubber duck. Its just the heart of my neighborhood and even more inviting than the old District 2 boundaries I used to represent.

I joked with Jackie that the only reason I was filing was to get my district parking pass back. It was a lame joke but my lame jokes always make me smile. Now its time for some hard work and fun.

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."