How To Attend A “No Kings!” Protest If You’re Over 80.

1) When country-wide protests are scheduled from 12:00 to 1:00PM on Saturday, June 14, read the papers and find out the biggest protest in the country will be at LOVE Park in Philadelphia. Ask your family and friends if they’re going to that one.

If the replies are “No, we’re too busy” and,  “It can get dangerous – Look at LA,” and (more than once), “you’re over 80,”  ignore them. But gently. Project, the 80 year old motto: “Been there, done all of that.”

2) Look up SEPTA trains. I mean, who wants to drive, right? Your car might be vandalized or towed, never to be seen again.

3) Look on the internet and learn that you might be arrested and have your phone taken away, or worse, have ICE track your every move… 

…And don’t take your wallet, and if you do, don’t take your credit cards or Medicare cards or cash.  Why? See above.

…And take a bottle of water to use in case you get pepper sprayed by police.

…And be alert. You never know when a Trumper might attack.

…And get a lot of sleep the night before, and eat a big breakfast that morning, because if you get arrested, you get thrown into cramped jails where they don’t feed you or let you sleep.

…And give your kids a time-line, so they’ll know when to send lawyers to look for you, assuming Habeas Corpus still works.

4) Look for an alternative protest site, say West Chester, PA,  and go there. (Actually, you might make this number 1 or 2.)

5) Get there early, and luck into a parking lot a few blocks from the Courthouse and right next to a Farmer’s Market and… doesn’t charge a fee on Saturdays! 

6) Leave your phone in the glove compartment, take your wallet with just your license, along with the water bottle, and a face mask in case you get pepper sprayed – 

Oops! Forgot the mask. Oh sh…!  Oh well…

7)  Walk three blocks, past blocked off streets in which kids are playing and restaurants are serving brunch, to the courthouse,  where early birds have gathered and are chit-chatting, signs by their sides.  Thank the woman who hands you and others tiny American flags, as other wear and wave them. 

(Hey! Does this mean MAGA no longer owns the American flag?)

When a Big Black Pickup roars by, horn blaring, Trump flag flapping above the cab, follow the crowd: a friendly wave, no middle fingers. 

(Wait! I thought these protests were going to be dangerous!)

8) Watch as the crowd builds. Parents with kids, mostly white, some black and brown people, and lots of gray hairs.

(Wow! Other old people!  Cool!)

9) Count the number of times the horn blaring Big Black Pickup roars by.  Three, maybe four, before it gives up and disappears. 

10) Mingle in the crowd as it fills the sidewalks and flows all the way up the steps of the Greek Revival Courthouse, built fourteen years before the Civil War.  Chat with police who are keeping people on the sidewalks and off of the street. 

Me to officer: “How’s it going?” 

Officer:  “Good, thanks. And you?” 

Me: “Yep. Me too.” 

Officer: “Have a good time”. 

11) Go back and get your phone. 

12) Ask a tall guy with a white beard where he  got his t-shirt that says “Presidents are not Kings!” 

“Amazon.” 

Of course. 

Chat with him and his wife…“It’s unbelievable.” “Marines on the streets of LA, squaring off against fellow citizens.” “How could a Marine grab that guy!?”

13) Look around and notice how many people are older, some wearing Army fatigues, some with crutches, one lady in a wheel chair. Commiserate with them about never- ever- imagining this country could fall so far.  

14)  Start taking pictures. Then notice all those signs. Not just “No Kings” but funny ones, sharp ones, emotional ones. 

An elementary school boy carrying a sign as tall as he is:  “I pledge allegiance to the flag, not a dictator” 

A gray hair’s t-shirt: “Vets Against Trump” 

A middle aged woman’s hand-written: ”Ice is best when crushed”

A gray hair’s: “Jail to the Chief”

A mom-type: “are we great yet? I’m just embarrassed” 

A 20-something: “So much wrong, so little cardboard”

Indeed.

“No Faux King”

“Alexa, Change the President” 

“Do Not Reign on us” 

“86-47 No Kings No Nazis” 

“No Dick Tator”

“Orange Lies Matter”

”Keep the immigrants, Deport the fascists!” 

“I don’t usually carry a sign but WTF!” 

“If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention” 

“Is he dead yet?” 

15) Just before 1:00PM struggle through the dense throng. “Excuse me. Just trying to beat the crowd.” People smile and squeeze aside to make room. Back to the car. Drive home, stopping for Mexican food.

16) Enjoy feeling energetic, charged, hopeful.

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How Trump Gets Away With It

In the summer of 1777, some very bright, very dedicated people cobbled together the US Constitution. It was considered imperfect at best, because there were so many compromises in it. In fact, some of the writers expected it not to last more than 25 years.

One of the items was the Presidential pardon. They figured that, although President could never be a king, it would be nice to give him the power of a pardon should the Justice System fail and innocent people need help.

Sweet, huh?

In 1985 Mitch McConnell III became Kentucky’s Senator. He is the longest serving Senate party leader in US History: Senate minority leader from 2007 – 2015; Senate majority leader from 2015-2021; Senate minority leader from 2021-2024. During those 40 years he has successfully pursued a life-long goal of filling the Judiciary with conservative judges, including the six out of nine in the current Supreme Court.  

It’s not the Roberts Supreme Court; it’s the McConnell Supreme Court.

In 1991, Clarence Thomas, supported by McConnell,  became the second African American justice of the Supreme Court after Thurgood Marshall, the first African American Justice and one of the best justices in US history.  

Thomas’ confirmation was challenged by Professor Anita Hill of Brandeis University who accused him of sexual harassment. The Senate, led by Joe Biden, defended Thomas and crushed Professor Hill. During his tenure, Thomas has accepted free vacations and free loans, $2.4 million so far, with another $1.8 million probable.  

Thomas is no Thurgood Marshall.

McConnell backed him in 1991, as he did Brett Kavanaugh in 2018, who was also accused of sexual harassment, this time by another professor, Dr. Christine Blasey Ford. (Actually Ford accused Kavanaugh of sexual “assault”, not “harassment. I know,  tomato – tomato, right?)

Clearly integrity has been less of a requirement for McConnell than a conservative bent.

In 2010, the McConnell Supreme Court ruled that restricting corporations or unions from donating to political campaigns restricted free speech, in effect saying that corporations and unions (with a few or thousands of workers) had the same rights as individual Americans. 

Big Money has run politics ever since.

On July 1, 2024, Justices John Roberts, Clarence Thomas, Samuel Alito, Neil Gorsuch, Brett Kavanaugh, and Amy Coney Barrett, all appointed during Mitch McConnell’s terms, ruled that a president has immunity from prosecution for criminal acts.

We now have the most corrupt, money grubbing President in history. Between 140,000 people (claimed by the Trump administration) and around 40,000 people (according to news reports) have been deported this year, in defiance of the Due Process Clause of the Constitution. The amount of money collected by Trump from foreign leaders as well as US billionaires, in defiance of the Emoluments Clause of the Constitution, is unknown, but large, including his new Air Force One,  Crypto profits, Gold Card visa program, etc… 

So, to review: 

1) Like most contemporary politicians, national and local, Trump got elected by Big Money, this despite no political experience, a record of six bankruptcies, racism, constant lies (30,000 in his first term alone), etc…  

2) The McConnell Supreme Court has given Trump, as President, immunity for any crime, for example: sending 40 thousand people to San Salvador prisons without due process.

3) Trump can order his underlings to commit any crime and simply pardon them if they’re caught, for example: Jan 6. insurrection.

Only kings and dictators can do that, right?

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Ignorance Or A Lie?

The other day I went to Costco to see about getting hearing aids (Yes, it is that time of my life). Not only did Costco tell Trump to take a hike when he ordered them to cancel DEI, they also sell hearing aids for far less than most places. So, I really like Costco.

Anyway, while waiting to have my hearing tested I read that Kristi Noem, Secretary of Homeland Security, was asked by Sen. Maggie Hassan, D-N.H, to define Habeas Corpus. 

Her answer? “Habeas corpus is a constitutional right that the President has to be able to remove people from this country.”

OK. Let’s pause right there. 

If you think Noem was right, raise your hand. If you think she was wrong, go ahead and laugh at those with their hands up.

End pause. 

I asked the hearing aid expert if she knew what habeas corpus was. “No”, she said in a tone that said “and don’t care.”

Fair enough. She doesn’t have to care, because the writers of the Constitution cared for her, as have most lawmakers since.

Republican Kristi Noem grew up in rural South Dakota. She got a  high school degree in 1990, went to college, dropped out, then went back years later, graduating with a BA in political science in 2012, while also serving as a US Representative.

Let’s pause again.

She is a member of the President’s Cabinet, people who enforce and obey the law. She  an ex-Governor, one who supports and enforces the law. She is an ex-Congresswoman, one who makes the law.   

There’s no way she doesn’t know that habeas corpus is a Latin phrase meaning “you should have the body” and refers to a legal order to bring a suspect to a court. It’s origin goes back to the Magna Carta of 1215, which said that no free man (as opposed to slaves, I guess) can be imprisoned without lawful judgement. It is also a US Constitutional right that protects against illegal imprisonment. Article One, Section 9, Clause 2 of the US Constitution says: “The Privilege of the Writ of Habeas Corpus shall not be suspended, unless when in Cases of Rebellion or Invasion the public Safety may require it.” 

The last invasion of the US was in the Civil War, unless you count the British invasion of the 1960’s by the Beatles, Rolling Stones and others.

End pause again.

I understand how a hearing aid technician may not be familiar with habeas corpus. But how a person sworn to uphold the Constitution could describe it as a dictatorial tool floored me.

Then I remembered that Noem works for Donald Trump, the UPenn graduate who brags about his Penn degree, but blocked the school from releasing any of his grades.  Did he and Steve Miller, Trump’s new Roy Cohn, come up with the new definition? (Remember Roy Cohn, Sen Joseph McCarthy’s and later Trump’s political hitman?)

And was it Trump or Miller who just inspired her to halt (or try to) Harvard’s ability to enroll international students? 

Oh well, that’s Trumpworld, I thought.

Which brings up a bigger question: Does the average American know about Joe McCarthy. Or habeas corpus? Or the Magna Carta? Or basic American history? 

It’s unfortunate for a hearing aid technician to be ignorant of her basic rights. But what about an elected lawmaker? Is Noem’s 16 years of education worthless? Or is she just a Trump toady and liar? Does she think we’re all so uneducated, we won’t notice?

If so, is she right?

There’s an old saying, attributed in essence to Thomas Jefferson. “You can’t have democracy without an educated populace.”

That should give us all pause.

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When Good-bye Isn’t Good-bye 

A few tiny flakes of snow have just started to merge with heavy rain as he joins the crowd in the vestibule of St. Patrick Catholic Church in Malvern. The congregation is mostly gray and white haired; women in dresses or skirts, men in dark suits or blazers and gray pants. Sprinkled about are younger men in perfectly pressed Army and Marine uniforms, as well as a few teenagers, smaller kids and two babies. It is a family event.

They are there to celebrate a life filled with more public service than anyone he’s ever known. They greet one another with subdued voices and an occasional hug. As they walk into the nave, a large sculpture of Jesus hanging from the ceiling beckons them, arms outstretched. Wooden pews radiate out from the alter. A piano plays gently.

He finds a seat in the very last row, because this is one of very few times he has ever been to a Catholic church, because he knows very few people here, because there is no-one else in the pew, because this is a funeral for a longtime friend and he isn’t sure how he will react. 

Patrick Joseph  McGuigan, Jr died a couple of weeks short of reaching 91. “I’m ready,” he had said to his friend a few weeks earlier. His body was giving out and he was tired. 

The service is filled with liturgy somewhat mysterious to his friend, but familiar and comforting to Pat’s family and other friends. Pat’s oldest son, Frank, offers words about a father no words can describe. Pat’s grandchildren read passages from the Bible. His wife, Margaret, sits with their daughter and family members, wilted, but absorbing it all.

“I fought in two wars and a police action” was how Pat first described his 30 year Army career to his friend. 

It began as a 17 year old “Boot” in 1951 and included tours in Korea, Japan, Vietnam, Germany, Italy, as well as the United States. He told his friend about falling out of a helicopter in Viet Nam and breaking his back. He spoke with pride about the soldiers he had trained and led on the path to becoming a Command Sergeant Major, the highest non-commissioned rank in the Army. What he didn’t mention were the 28 medals he earned along the way. 

(Legion of Merit, Bronze Star, Vietnamese Cross of Gallantry with Palm, Meritorious Service Medal (four times), Army Commendation Medal (three times), Good Conduct Medal (eight times), National Defense Service Medal (twice), Vietnam Service Medal with two campaign stars, Vietnam Campaign Medal, Korean Service Medal, Meritorious Unit Citation, Army Service Medal, Overseas Service Ribbon with three service stars, and the Overseas Combat Bar, twice). 

In 1981, he retired from the Army and joined The Valley Forge Military Academy as Special Assistant to the Superintendent where he also taught military and leadership skills. (While they were still in Germany packing up, a family member found a house in the fraying Borough of Malvern, which he and Margaret bought sight unseen).

The next year he joined the Borough government, first serving on Committees, later working his way up President of the Council. 

He proudly described the town to newcomers as “4 churches and 1 bar”.  

In 1986, he initiated a multi-year rebuild of the bridge over train tracks that connected two the sides of town. In 1989 he persuaded the merchants to upgrade their storefronts, the National Bank of Malvern to loan them the money for the upgrades, and the Borough Council to pay the interest on the loans. 

He retired from the Council in 1989.

In 1991, two things happened. He retired again, this time from the Valley Forge Military Academy and Malvern’s manager resigned after placing the town on the edge of bankruptcy. 

The town elders came to him, hat in hand. He took the job of  Manager. His first move was to announce a hold on all spending while he studied the terrain. A few mornings after he started, the Police Chief dropped by with a bill for new tires he’d bought for the police car. Pat thanked him for his contribution. 

Two years later the Borough was in the black and debts were paid. Within five years he had sold Malvern’s aging water system to Aqua for five million dollars, several times its assessed value. He also added sidewalks to peripheral neighborhoods and new street lights through the center of town. 

“Malvern just needed to be brought into the 20th Century”, he said.

But he wasn’t done. 

In the late 1990’s, Malvern Preparatory School decided to sell the Paoli Battlefield, the 40 acre Revolutionary War site of the Paoli Massacre that bordered the south side of town. The price: $2.5 million. Knowing developers would bulldoze irreplaceable history as well as the graves of some of the country’s original soldiers, Pat set out to find the money. 

“There are American soldiers there”, he said to his friend. “I’ve looked out for American soldiers all my life. I’m not about to stop now.” 

Three years later the US Congress, the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, the County of Chester and Malvern’s 3000 citizens, paid Malvern Prep $2.6 million (including an extra $100,000 the school tacked on at the last minute). And, to make sure the site would never be threatened again, Pat persuaded the US Congress to attach it to Valley Forge National Historical Park.

In 1999 he retired for the fourth time, this one a keeper. 

They follow the coffin out of the sanctuary, through the nave and into the vestibule lined with photos of Pat, where soldiers drape it with an American flag.

“A smart, giving, courageous guy, with more integrity than most people today”, his friend muses. Similar thoughts are refected on the faces around him.

Two Army sergeants silently fold the flag in crisp, measured movements. One officially presents it to Margaret with a few words only for her. An Army bugler plays the sweetest version of taps the friend has ever heard. Pall bearers cary the coffin  to a hearse bound for Arlington, his final resting place.

“And I – no-one – will ever see him again”, his friend thinks as he leaves the Church and heads home, melancholy slowing his walk. , “ever…”.  He remembers the loss of other friends. They had all just…left.

Then suddenly, “Get over it!” he says harshly to himself. “He’s gone, just like all dead people. That’s life!” 

The snow has replaced the rain, turning the town black and white like an old movie set. He ambles slowly past the bridge, a few storefronts… He stops by a streetlight and looks around. 

“Wait a minute”, he thinks. “He’s not gone. He’s right here. The streetlights, the bridge, the storefronts, the sidewalks, the Battlefield…” 

He starts walking again, briskly.  

“This snow is so beautiful!” he thinks.  “That was a really impressive service. What a great town! I am one lucky guy…”

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To All You Do Nothing Democrats

I’m almost done – with you. You’re like a herd of cats without a leader, rushing around here and there, getting into little spats with each other, whining and complaining and getting…NOWHERE!

Like the rest of us, you’re scared of Trump and his fascist followers. You’re angry at Congressional Republicans who don’t have the balls to say no to a wannabe dictator and his enforcer.  You’re looking at the potential end of the greatest democracy in history.

And instead of making an effort to stop him, you’re doing…NOTHING!

And you know what? You’re the only group who can, actually, stop him by doing…SOMETHING!

Because you’re all too wrapped up in your own egos and insecurities to think clearly, I’m going to give you ten things to do.

So, pay attention, take notes.

1) Speak out and speak up. All of you. Everywhere. All the time.

2) For every press conference, rally, or announcement that Trump, Musk, his Cabinet, or Blond Bullshitter Leavitt has, you have a press conference, rally, or announcement.

3) Don’t wait for a presidential candidate to appear from the cackling gaggle of Democratic leaders, just use them all. God knows there’ll be enough rallies, press conferences, announcements to occupy different leaders each time. 

4) Do you think people don’t know a lie when they see it? Do you think we’re all that stupid! Stop using words like “untruth”, “falsehood,” “misdirection,” “misrepresent,” or dozens of other ways of not calling a lie a lie. Call them what they are…LIES!

5) Every time Trump, Musk, or others lie to the American public (about Ukraine, Russia, any Gulf, or whatever), counter with… THE TRUTH!

6) For every wall of lies put up by the Republicans, blow it up, pound it to smithereens, explode it with…THE TRUTH!

7) It’s not that complicated. You don’t have to spend six months arguing and fighting to elect a spokesperson. You have dozens of great ones now:  Buttigieg, Newsom, Warren, Sanders, Murphy, Whitman, Jeffries, Waltz, to name just a few. There are many; use them all to tell… THE TRUTH!

8) Don’t wait to chose a single message all of you can coalesce around. That’s not the message that matters right now. The message that matters now is Trump’s lies. You already have a single message…THE TRUTH!

9) Support the Media, because without them there is only Trump’s Lies. Write to The New York Time and other Mainstream Media. Post on social media. Use lawn signs. Speak up at cocktail parties. Find an opportunity to counter every lie with…THE TRUTH.

10) And then, when you’ve tamped down all their lies, when the playing field has been made fair again, when you’ve thwarted PLAN 2025, when democracy has returned, get together and pick a leader from your long list of capable leaders, someone who cherishes our democracy, who isn’t a narcissist, who values integrity, and tells…THE TRUTH!

And do it all now, because we don’t have time for a second chance.

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