What’s worse, being a pussygrabber or calling a pussygrabber a pussygrabber. That’s what I thought too so I’m calling the Republican kettle black.
Last week the air went out of my sails as we hosted my son’s three person family for week. The deflation was not from the hosting. I have the cutest granddaughter in the world. You can see her birth snowsculpture here when we first visited her in Colorado. I’ll save my picture perfect cell pics for family. She’s got a lot of personality over the past 16 months. I was stoked while they were here.
I was deflated because our last president is a turd anointed by people who call themselves Christians as one of our greatest presidents and my column repeating this seemed to be missing. When I raced to see my most recent column all but announcing my candidacy for Congress I was in too much of a hurry and didn’t see it on a different page than usual. I wondered if my calling Donald Trump what he called himself was too much for the Duluth Reader. Thinking it had been passed over I didn’t submit a new column for next week. Its the first I’ve missed for several months.
Today when I checked the Reader to link to an old column I SAW MY COLUMN on line so I took a closer look in the last print version of the Reader. TThere is was plain as day. So I will enjoy a week of storing up acorns.
As a fellow trying to figure out how to live up to the acronym WWLD (What would Lincoln do)I need to clear the decks. I just submitted my resignation from subbing at Harbor City International so I can chase pussygrabbing Politicians down the rabbit holes where they belong. I need time to do all that.
I’ve been looking at old columns of mine. I am almost always pleased with columns that wrote long ago. I’m ready for a book. I wrote one for another campaign in 1992 to teach myself how to write. I’ve gotten better. Other than the occasional missing word, misspelling or historical misidentification I think I nail most of my columns. I just reread the one about “Cricket” the girl my college friends thought wanted to start a one woman orgy and was relieved that I handled the subject as deftly as it required. Thank God a young Donald Trump wasn’t in that crowd.
So, I’ve got a week to see if I can keep the blog fresh, line up a couple months worth of rough drafts for columns starting with as promised my life as a new Republican in 1972 and finally a booklet/book or two about some larger subject to justify replacing the “pocket lint” Congressman Stauber who is rattling around Trump’s pocket between silver dollars and trojan packets.
“safe sex everybody” Donald while on the Conan Obrien Show
Here’s the link to the column What Would Lincoln Do
