69TH TRIP AROUND THE SUN 2011

69^th TRIP AROUND THE SUN

It’s been several years since I wrote my thoughts.  Mostly because I’ve been terribly anxious.  Looking back I recall the anxiety of July 2008 seeing the upcoming election between Barack Obama and John McCain.  John McCain was simply too old and getting rather peculiar.  I really didn’t know just how peculiar until august 29^th 2008 when he announced his running mate – Sarah Palin.  Within six hours of his announcement I knew that there were serious rumors that she was not in fact the birth mother of Trig Palin said to have been born April 18^th 2008!  It’s much too much to go into now, but full details are available at Palingates.com and Immoral Minority blog.  I regard both of these bloggers as highly ethical, truthful and dedicated.  Also, there is a dormant blog called Palinsdeceptions that is highly detailed.  On May 10^th Geoffry Dunn’s book is set for release, “The Lies of Sarah Palin” and there is enough evidence to convince a jury that she in fact faked her pregnancy.  In addition, the intervening years have shown her for the true devil incarnate that she is.

One of the greatest sorrows of my life is the fact that both of my children supported her when she was announced in spite of what I told them.  Why?  Because she reportedly was anti abortion (She wasn’t – just asked what do you want me to say and spouted the party line.)

At the time she was announced I was in the process of getting Steve and Page admitted to the George Washington Society as they are descended from the Washington family.  It’s a lengthy process and I dropped it cold when they professed allegiance to Palin.  I don’t think George would be the least bit proud.  In hindsight, had McCain and Palin been elected our country would be ruined. Consider the financial meltdown and all it entailed.

We are so enormously fortunate to have Barack Obama as our President, but the Republicans have said nothing since his election over two years ago except that they hope he fails. In fact, the Republicans have become an anathema to our country.  I suggest you read “Republican Gomorrah”, “Family of Secrets” and “Worse Than Watergate” should you doubt my words.

Daily I see our system of government chewing up the little person.  If you doubt that take a plane trip and experience “Gate Rape” where six years old girls are groped by security agents.  Watch Michael Moore’s movie “Capitalism A Love Story.”  Who is behind this?  Rupert Murdoch and the Koch brothers through their media monkey Fox News. 

We have become the laughing stock of the world with the “Tea Baggers” (Google Tea Baggers for a shock they don’t even know about).

As I approach my 69^th birthday I’ve become cynical and have lost faith in the American way.  We’ve seen people lose houses, pensions, jobs, and savings.  My own daughter is living in Okinawa as that is where the job is.  I miss the McDermott kidlets ENORMOUSLY.  We’re all victims.  I take solace in the education they are receiving in Japan, but they will be on the verge of their teens when they return.  I have so much to teach them and it kills me not to be able to do it.

Fortunately, the Chicago Woodroughs come frequently to visit.  I suppose I should be content with those five, but guess I’m greedy and want all ten. 

A sign of my feelings is the experience I encounter every morning when I open the obituary page.  I don’t read them, but do pass through the section.  I always think – it won’t be long and I’ll be there.  Frankly, I do not dread it, but embrace it.  I’ve done all I ever wanted to do and it’s getting to be time to move along.

This past year was not all bad.  I published a fine book on the De Valcourt family, received the second DeValcourt tea pot and donated both to the Museum of Fine Arts.  They are beautifully displayed in honor of our wonderful director, John Schloder.  The very fine Dali Museum opened and we took part in the opening week.  Great fun. I’ve rediscovered creative knitting and found some new friends.  The “A” list continues to do fun things and everyone is still alive.  Libby still flits around all over the house and Steve enjoys his car.

Today I decided to upload all my reflections to my blog.  In doing so I read my previous thoughts.  I’ve had an interesting life full of rich events and only few regrets. One of the most unusual facets was the opportunity to travel with the “kidlets”.  How many can go to Rome, Caribbean Cruise and Disney Animal Kingdom with “kidlets”.  Of course there is the continuing day trip to Disney which never gets old.
 

I am very grateful that both children are married to people they love and support. That is priceless.

This past weekend was a significant milestone.  If you want to experience it, watch the White House Correspondent’s dinner of April 30^th 2011 knowing that the calm as a cucumber and even very funny Barack Obama was keenly aware that he had just ordered a very daring raid to kill Osama bin Laden.  Still waters run deep.  Obama is not perfect but he’s damn good and still the Republicans cannot get behind him.  They are like middle school bullies. If it were not for the straw men issues of marriage and choice they couldn’t raise their base.  Their base is IGNORANT and angry – mostly ignorant and don’t get me started on the Catholic Church which just put a pope on the road to sainthood in spite of the fact that he presided over the church during the biggest sex scandal ever.  We are told he didn’t know.  Well, if not why not?  He was in charge.

I will continue to put one foot in front of the other until my time is past, but with global warming and all the other ills I feel like I’m just getting out in the nick of time.  My heart bleeds for the kidlets.

GEORGE BUSH INAUGURAL - January 20, 2001

Life is made up of strange twists and turns.  On December 18^th I was in the hospital in St. Petersburg Florida about to undergo surgery for a Belgium accident of two days earlier.  One short month later I was on a plane to Washington DC to attend the inaugural of “Present-elect” Bush.  Truly modern medicine is wonderful for it had patched me back together in less time than it took to determine the outcome of the election of 2000!

My recovery was supported by many friends who generously contributed flowers, food, cards and physical assistance to my recovery.  Many of these same friends are Democrats, and it is to them that I dedicate this short description of the gala events that I attended in Washington.  First, let me say that Steve and I went to the inaugural from a sense of curiosity.  We sought a catharsis to remove the horrible memory of my accident as well as “closure” for the most bazaar presidential election of the twentieth century. 

We flew to Washington on Juary 18^th through Winston Salem where our plane was twice delayed in take-off caused by air traffic back-up at National Airport (now named for Ronald Reagan).  When we finally landed we saw acres of tightly packed private jets huddled in the early gloom of a January evening.  Obviously, the Texans beat us to town in time for the opening ceremonies at the Lincoln Memorial scheduled for 6:00PM.  However, we were the beneficiaries of the festivities that shot a huge display of fireworks over the Potomac just as we crossed the river.  If we hadn’t known better we would have thought that the fireworks were a special welcome for us alone.  (There’s more rejoicing in heaven over the return of one lost sinner…)  could it be that the Republicans thought we had joined their fold and were celebrating? 

When Steve and I decided to attend the Inaugral we realized we would be like “whores in church”, and I realized that more than one glass of wine at any function might cause me to “blow our cover”.  Here we were the only two Democrats in town whose arrive was announced with fireworks!  Life is indeed strange.

Our hotel was located just steps from “The Hill” as the Capital building is affectionately known by insiders, and appropriately enough the hotel was named The George!  What wonderful irony was beginning to unfold?    The lobby of “The George” was clotted with good Republican ladies snuggled in their full length mink coats.  Over the beds in our room was a huge Andy Warholisque copy of two thirds of a dollar bill featuring the standard picture of George Washington upon which was superimposed a portrait of a younger George Washington.  The whole was done in lurid reds, greens, yellows and fuchsia.

First there was the sudden announcement of the Jesse Jackson “love child” and then the rains started.  At first the weeping was soft with just a tear or two running down the cheek of the windows.  By morning the whole of Washington was awash in a flood of tears that collected in cold dark puddles.  The sun stayed in bed the whole of Friday January 19^th claiming  symptoms of general malaise and depression.  In order to preserve our Republican image we ordered Continental Breakfast in our room at the Republican price of $20.00 per person and dressed in our finest for the first official event which was a luncheon reception at the very prestigious Hay-Adams Hotel overlooking the White House.  The party was given by Phillip Morris in honor of congressman Roy Blount with no expense spared.  The entire rooftop of the Hotel had been enclosed with Plexiglass windows, satin tenting, huge bouquets of roses and patriotic blue paneling decorated with overlays of gold stars.  We ate their food, smoozed with the congressman and admired the view and left feeling sure that our performance as Republicans would certainly receive a nomination at Academy Award time.  The city continued to weep all afternoon and the Washington Monument hid its head in fog.

Steve made an attempt to attend the swearing in ceremony, but returned damp and cold to “the George” just in time to watch the ceremony on television.  Even the television cameras seemed to shed a few tears as they recorded the ceremony.  The day grew even more cold and dark as we left the hotel for the parade.  It took a bit of looking, pushing and shoving using Margot’s wheel chair as a battering ram, but eventually we got through the street protestors and into the warm confines of The Texas Cattleman’s Association office on Pennsylvania Avenue.  Once again we found ourselves locked in the embrace of Republicanism as we enjoyed the buffet lunch and front row parade seats offered by this lobbying group.   Everyone in the room was from Texas and spoke with the Texas twang we tried so hard to imitate in order to keep our cover.  The accent might have worked, but certainly our clothes gave us away for we were not wearing the huge silver jewelry inlaid with cabochons of turquoise that is so favored by the Texas natives.  Some wore belts that could never have allowed them to pass through a metal detector.  They alternated watching the parade out the window and watching the Clinton long goodbye on television.  They threw verbal epithets at the television and would have thrown tomatoes had there been any handy.  Steve and I were keenly aware at that moment that if they discovered that we were Democrats they could easily have turned their wrath to us.  Like Brer Rabbit “we lay low”.

Our vantage perch was directly above the protestors so that we had both views of the parade.  The weather became colder and wetter and still they carried their signs and marched back and forth. 

Inaugural evening was crowned by the balls.  The one we attended was decorated the way one would expect to find for homecoming at an affluent college.  Cavernous tents stretched from the building to the street in order to protect guests from the weather.  Inside the white tents were draped miles of “Smylax” vine to soften the edges.  The National Guard Armory building that is roughly the size of a football field was entirely carpeted in soft blue.  Drinks were a la carte after waiting in a long line.  The photographic line was longer still and seemed to be the main occupation for those who chose not to dance and in addition provided a perfect place to people watch.  Margot’s long gown hid her ankle cast but she certainly enjoyed the convenience of having a wheel chair for resting in a long line.

George and Laura arrived around 10:00 PM and danced a step or two before leaving.  We stayed until almost midnight, collected our commemorative gold embossed Champagne glasses and headed for the car.  The great torrents of tears were lessening and in fact had changed to soft sobs of snow as though the city itself sought to disappear. 

Sunday morning was a miracle.  At last the indefinite was over, the deed was done and with a sigh, Washington put on its brightest face and sought to smile its way to the future.  The sky was bright blue and every surface was covered in heavy white snow.  We must go on no matter what and we must put on the brightest possible face in order to do it.

In an act of Democratic charitableness we took our Republican friends on a whirlwind driving tour of the city.  First we visited Arlington Cemetery then down the Potomac to lunch just before Mount Vernon followed by a drive through the old city of Georgetown, past all the memorials and a final run up the Virginia side of the Potomac along the Mt Vernon Parkway to its end at the CIA complex.

Everyone knows the CIA is in Washington and everyone knows where it is, but it is so typical that the sign at the entrance reads “George Bush Center for Intelligence”  No kidding.  We tried to take a picture, but were seen by the guards who ran both drivers license and tag through their computer and told us that if we ever came back we would be arrested for trespassing.  Remember, you heard it here first, George Bush does have Intelligence and its hidden at the end of the George Washington Memorial Parkway in McLean Virginia.  Is this Washington’s best kept secret?

We returned to “The George” Hotel, slept peacefully beneath the Andy Wharolisque George Washington picture and departed from the Ronald Reagan airport eternally grateful that Clinton said he would be with us always!

June 5, 2008

While cleaning up my computer I found this piece, and since it is the historic day after Barack  Obama received enough votes to be the Democratic nominee I thought it appropriate to write the end of the story.

Surely Mother Nature could see what we only dreaded.  Indeed she wept bitterly on January 20^th 2001.  Is it possible that the events of the past eight years can have been so bad?  Our suspicion of George Bush was more than confirmed.  We knew he was an idiot from the beginning, but put our hopes in his receiving guidance from Vice president Cheney.  How could we know that the Vice President would come to be called “Vice” and was truly just this side of a mad man.

The Bush presidency has been a complete disaster, more than can be told here.  I cannot recall a single thing that he did right.  Only last week his press secretary Scott Mc Clellen released a book detailing what we knew all along about the conditions in the White House.  In addition in 2004 John Dean wrote a book “Worse Than Watergate” again revealing all the awful occurrences during this president’s administration.

How can people fail to see the harm that has been done to our country?  The coming election will be between John McCain and Barack Obama.  We are hoping that Barack will give a lift to the country’s standing in the world and will be a tonic to start the healing of our nation.

We have been torn apart by people like Karl Rove who practice just this short of treason.  They get people all stirred up over gun control, a woman’s right to control her own body and gay people who want legal protection for their commitment.  All the time they ignore our economy, health care, the awful damage we have done in Iraq and our failure to resolve disputes with enemies before resorting to force.  Our environment is probably past the tipping point and our gasoline costs $4.50 a gallon.  Is it any wonder that Mother Nature wept so bitterly on January 20^th 2001 and then hid herself beneath the blanket of snow?

I am now 66 years old and will probably survive just fine, but my heart aches for the tribulations that await my children and the 6.5 grandchildren.  What a dismal outlook for their futures.  Barack Obama is our only hope.  May Mother Nature smile on him.