Democrats For Donald Trump

   Remember when the Democratic Party was about strength and more about Democracy and wanting America to be strong and united and standing together to do what is right and good instead of having one another in a choke-hold while screaming for Mommy or Daddy to save them from themselves? 

   It really wasn't that long ago but it seems like ages, doesn't it? A vast majority of today's Democrats can be rightly described as very timid and weak kid sisters of our Democratic father's sons. That is, they need to be looked after, coddled and protected from everything that scares them and everyone that doesn't play nice. The era of seeing Democrats on the right side of a strong Democracy ended when Democrats began their efforts to rewrite our Constitution and reinterpret its meaning whenever it suited them.

   But I think it all started when the World Trade Center came down; that's when America changed and became more divided than at any time since the Civil War; when half of the country ran for cover while the other half pulled together and stood strong by promising one another that if we are to continue being the great nation we are we have to stand up and fight back against anyone with designs to soften our spirit or weaken our strength, even if those people live within our boundaries.

   The Dems have whittled our choices for the next president down to two; a celebrated protester from the 1960s (Bernie Sanders) who has never spoken kindly about the way we do things in America and who is a self-described Socialist still arguing the same points he argued fifty years ago; and a feminist that has been critical of every policy that doesn't tip the scales in the favor of anyone with an axe to grind against traditional American values and practices. To me she is nothing more than an old wind-bag that will say anything for the chance to make history by becoming the first female President of the United States. I believe her campaign is only about that and something else she has her eye on; (it is also a lot about real estate). 

   She and her husband, former President Bill Clinton and their daughter Chelsea are on a mission to convince everyone that the United States Constitution which has been our true strength since we ran off the British is unfair, outdated and needs to be rewritten to accommodate everyone, whether or not they hold with traditional American values, or anyone else with plans to redefine who we are; even if it is to the advantage of some that might want to destroy the rest of us. They want the majority of voters to embrace what works best for them and they want back the keys to their old homestead at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, even if it bankrupts everyone else. For them this election is as much about real estate and personal gains as it is about anything else. 

   Most likely they miss the limelight that comes with being the most powerful family in the world, and they probably miss the servants, and the 24-hour well-armed, highly skilled personal protection that is also part of the bargain...and all of those free trips to anywhere on earth they can choose to go; whether to relax or just mingle with other powerful people that can help them attain even more. 

   Of course with the Clinton's wealth they could afford these things without the rest of us paying for it, but why not get it all on someone else's dime if you can pull it off? I wonder if anyone really believes that this very wealthy white family from Arkansas is only doing this out of concern for minorities, or for all of the poor families (including those that stayed poor during the first Clinton presidency and are still poor) or because their concience is finally bothering them for having had it so easy for so long while millions of others continue to struggle? Bill Clinton glady took the money when he was president but JFK didn't and Donald Trump has said he doesn't want paid to lead us either.

   Trump is financing his own campaign without accepting hefty donations from anyone while Hillary  is using a debit card that offers unlimited funds at the ATM's of the wealthiest banks in America! 

   Wall Street loves her but that love will need to be repaid somehow.

   From the way it appears now, America's best option to becoming the country it was before the dominoes of decency began to fall is Donald Trump. He is big and powerful in his own right and he is willing to stand up to anyone anywhere as he talks about American values that have worked well for this nation's first two and a half centuries. He is an extremely successful businessman whose own economy couldn't be better and he didn't obtain his by being a weakling or someone willing to give it all away to freeloaders and thieves. He protects his own wealth and his family while asking no one else to sacrifice anything they worked for on his behalf or for his ambitions. He has admitted to screwing big investors from time to time but that's what big investors do any chance they get! The Clinton's are also big investors and they have been using other people's money to accomplish their goals since they first entered politics at a very young age. 

   When anyone is in the business of using someone else's money to get where they want to be there is always a risk that some who already have a lot are willing to take. There can be no doubt that the Trumps and the Clintons already have more than they could ever spend so if anyone wants to make this contest about greed then so be it. But what is at stake here is, who else wins? Will it be only the special interest groups supporting Hillary, or everyone that has a stake in America's future?

   Donald Trump is fearless at home and abroad and he says what millions of Americans want to say about our current leaders and their ever weakening policies, and about anyone that trashes someone's heritage, personal faith or work ethics. Democrats do better when they are governed than they do when they are placed in positions of governing and it takes someone like Donald Trump to point that out to them and to prove it to them even when they don't want to believe it! 

   Coming from a totally different direction, Hillary Clinton Squints her eyes, raises her voice, shouts, and finger-points to her flock as if they are all children, and she does it in a manner that is not unlike an evil step-mother that really doesn't care as much as she lets on. 

   She speaks of part of America as a bunch of bullies preying on a society of abused kids wandering around on a big playground, scared and confused and needing a strong woman to Mommy them when things don't go their way, or when their own mother's either can't or won't fix their problems for them. 

   Trump on the other hand is more like the parent who is angry at the other one for babying their children and not doing what they should to ensure a good future for them; like normal parents who only want all of them to be able to stand on their own when they need to and to be able to make grown-up decisions for themselves when they should. He encourages positive results instead of rewarding bad behavior and he wants the world to take notice that Americans are making a comeback because they are fed up with its liberal leaders and are taking back what has been stolen from them and what has been given away under eight years of weakness caused by the policies Hillary wants to continue.  

    Democrats used to be better than this and it is going to take a lot of us to restore trust and goodness to the Democratic Party after several years of betrayal and tearing down so much of what made us great. Donald Trump wants to build a wall and hire more security personnel for our protection, while Hilliary Clinton preaches that instead of building walls to keep us safe from the flood of muggers, thugs and thieves we should build more bridges to make it easier for them to invade us. She even favors reducing the powers of law enforcement and unlocking many of the prison gates and issuing apologies and visas to a lot of very bad people who were locked up for violating the laws that were designed to protect us. She and Sanders are both clearly anti-law enforcement while Mr. Trump continues to ask America to support it!

   It is classic liberal pandering; make the country as weak and as dangerous as possible and force its minions into crying for help and hand-outs just to survive. Not get ahead, but merely wobble through another day waiting for someone bigger and stronger to show up and pat you on the head and promise that someday we will all love one another. 

   We need Donald Trump and more like him if we ever hope to lasso that nonsense and pull it down; to climb out of  the mess Democrats have created and continue to foster, and it will require as many open minded Democrats as Republicans to get it done. It will also require recapturing the United States Supreme Court because when we lost that we lost our entire moral compass! That compass will stay lost if we allow what's been happening in America for the past eight years to continue. The current liberal court of the United States is regarded by many as the worst in our nations history and it will only get worse if we elect the wrong candidate. We need a real president this time and this guy looks and sounds like a real one to me. Donald Trump is more like a good Democrat than anyone that party has to offer (and a better Republican) than anyone currently seeking the office of President of the United States.

   

Easy Does It

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       I keep discovering new ways to move from one square to the next when I want to get past things I don't care for, or don't want to understand or come to terms with. Even if all I want at any particular moment is peace of mind and to be away from anything or anyone that brings unwelcome chaos,  someone else's drama, or any sort of distraction from the life I have chosen.  I avoid whatever I don't want or need and I choose to pursue only the things I do. It is an unexpected perk that came with getting older and believing that I have done enough over more than six decades of being expected to do more than I am willing to now.

    My life is about simple pleasures and reachable dreams now. It feels pretty good to know that I don't need any more education or work experience than I already have to get further ahead or to feel good about myself or anything else for that matter, and even more satisfying is that I have made it this far without needing much of either to achieve what I have!  I guess it would have been gratifying to decorate my walls with more plaques, diplomas and certificates to show anyone who wandered into my home or office how smart and dedicated I was to something, but I did just fine for someone that never received a degree for anything and having my picture taken with mostly regular Joes instead of with a lot of famous or important people.

     This is another election year but I don't feel as passionate about that as I used to because I stopped believing that I had much of a stake in any of the outcomes, aside from hoping that a few personal friends win their chosen civic relays. I want them to give it their best shot and achieve their dreams but regardless of winners and losers in all of the political races I will be okay. 

    The Feds cannot screw things up any more than they already have without screwing everyone or finally destroying everything else (including the planet). The locals can only make things better for themselves or worse for anyone who expects more than they will get from them. So as they keep finding ways to try I merely sit back, count my many blessings and admire my own life and leave it to others to get mad or feel gypped out of something. 

This is actually a pretty good place to be at my age because whatever damage anyone else can cause will probably have long term effects and I won't be here for the long term anyway!

   I am still savoring that second wind I took when I elected to make some changes in my own life; when I walked away from feeling I was important to anyone besides me and my pets and when I made the decision to only do or say whatever was easiest for me. It has been a year since I bought a Mustang that I didn't really need and I have barely driven it (less than 100 miles actually) but it sits in a fairly secure location (in my garage) where thieves would find it difficult to tamper with and I like it!  I have taken a sabbatical from writing and publishing books because I wanted a break and because I have already written and published more than I ever planned to.

     When I bought the car it was because I wanted one more big toy and I wanted one that can conjure up as many  fantasies in my mind as possible. Mustangs are very sexy and even at my age I still need a few sexy images upstairs to make my heart race a little from time-to-time. So I look at it more than I drive it; cars have become like women to me in that regard.

    My appetite for excitement and accomplishments isn't as insatiable as it used to be, nor is my desire to try new things or meet anyone I haven't yet. Unlike many of my peers, I haven't yet devised a bucket list because I don't believe I need one to fulfill the remainder of my time. Whatever does eventually fill it will be spontaneous things that will happen without much careful planning. But that doesn't suggest I have stopped planning for everything; just that my expectations and hopes are simpler than ever before. 

   When America gets around to electing a new president this year I hope we get it right but if we don't, not much will change for me because I don't think we have gotten that right for a very long time anyway, yet I still made it this far and like I said, I'm doing just fine! I believe we over-worry about things like that because whatever happens it will be something else we will all have to accept whether it is good for us or not. Like getting old; I would rather be in my 20s than in my 60s but only if this were the 1970s instead of the 21st Century. (These kids today have no idea of what they missed by waiting so long to be born.)

       If everyone has a dark side then this is mine; I rely on my hunches more than I do probabilities or expectations and I have lowered the bar instead of raising it to get things done.

Legend Has It...

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    When I made the decision to slow down and simplify my life I decided that from here until it ends I will surround myself with only people and things that have a connection to the world many of us old-timers remember as a better one than we will ever see again. The 21st Century isn't the future I envisioned and for many of us it has only been one fast-paced disappointment after another.

    There is a reason that nostalgia is so popular for so many people, it brings comfort and it allows our minds to revisit the best places and times of our lives and when we had more energy and reasons to hope each new day would only get better. When I compare the people and things that surrounded me when I was young with what I have and see every day now I find myself longing for something that nothing I can do and no amount of money can ever bring back.

    Maybe it is a photograph from long ago, that when I look at it I wish I could climb inside of it and stay there; be again with the people in the picture or touch an object that is seen in it, or stand in the spot the photographer stood when he or she captured that moment in time.

    If we could some of us might want to climb in and stay there forever! That's how it is for me anytime I look at old images of the people and the world that I believed was better and made more sense than it does now; before so much time passed and chipped away most of the reasons I was full of hope for the future and was more energetic than I am now. Even some of the people that are still here, many that I wanted to know and did know back then are no longer pleasingly familiar to me because they changed and I changed. I watch them doing all they can to blend in with people and surroundings that none of us could have imagined before and I wonder why they feel a need to do that as much as they might wonder why I don't.

    The music I listen to now is the same mix that provided the soundtrack for almost everyone once upon a time, and more and more I find myself searching for ways to keep reminding myself of how lucky I was before most of that luck ran out! Don't get me wrong; I still believe that I am the luckiest man alive and my reasons for believing that have filled the pages of several books I have written and published. But writing and sharing those stories has only been an abbreviated recording of what I was able to experience along the way and I don't think there has ever been a writer that could document all of the reasons I feel as I do about most things. I lived it and I know I can't translate all of it into words!

    My books and blogs barely touch the surface of my very complex brain that sees and feels only what it wants to now. I cannot write anything that penetrates deeper into it to fully expose who I think I am or that person I believe I was before I dropped out and walked away from anything and everyone that I don't want to be a part of any longer. I find myself watching this "future" from a very comfortable personal zone that I have created for myself; it is as if I am in my own zip-code away from ugly realities and anything else I don't find pleasure in, but I like it here!

    I see the world and study its people from a place called Facebook where nearly everyone there is eager to tell everyone how things are going for them; what angers them, their pains and sorrows, and it provides me a schematic to follow when I want to avoid all the people and circumstances around the world that I am better off away from. I see what pleases them and what doesn't on television and in publications and I needn't walk or drive much more than a few blocks from my personal zone to be reminded of the reasons I have chosen a mild form of solitude over chaos. My lifestyle wouldn't quench the thirst for belonging and mattering to others that most people have but I like it and I embrace it!

    I think of myself as a part-time participant in life; I engage when I feel like it and I back away when I know it is in my best interest. Learning how and when to do that allows more freedom to do the really important things I feel really are to me; things like quality time with my dogs, filling my days with small achievements that are more important to me than someone else and keeping my blood pressure and emotions at an easily managed level by not allowing anyone or anything to dictate what I should be doing or how I should feel. I choose my own pleasures and decide for myself what angers me and I react to all of it with little or no regard for what anyone else thinks about it. I can afford to do that now so I take advantage of it every chance I get!

    In other words, there isn't anything that could be described as orthodox about the guy who is writing this post! It began with a picture of my car and I needn't tell anyone that saw it what it is or what car company manufactured it. Anyone who is old enough to understand anything I have ever written knows what it is and I included it here to make that very point!

    It is a 21st Century version of what it started out as way back in 1964. It looks similar to the first one that rolled off the assembly line back then but it blends in nicely with every car on the road today. I want to believe I am something like that car! It is an expression more than it is anything else to me. There are better and more expensive vehicles out there crowding the roads and highways but to me there aren't many that make the same statement that mine does. It hearkens back to a better world and when cars had more personality than most new ones do now. That time when it was easier to identify stark differences between a Ford, a Chevrolet or a Dodge.

    It was built several years after my parents passed away, and after many more people that were special in my life died but they wouldn't have to ask what it is if they could come back and see it today. That gives me an undeniable sense of peace and comfort because it is something they would expect me to own and drive in the 21st Century. My dogs aren't much different than any of my other pets through the years and I don't think I am, so it only makes sense to me that my car should also be another familiar extension of everything else I want around me.

    Maybe it would appear to some that I live in the past or that I drag it around as if I am fastened to it by imaginary ropes or chains, but I think I stay connected through what has become a necessary osmosis for me; like a prescription I need to take to keep feeling younger than I am before I get old and feeble minded and can no longer feel anything at all!

    If anyone thinks I am already tetched in the head then so be it, because remember, I chose the time and the place for this mental transformation, I didn't wait for the natural order of life to do me in!

    That is what this post is about; holding onto something when we don't want to let go and when we don't have to. We let go of things either because someone else thinks we should or when we no longer have a need for something, or when we want to make others believe we fit in with them by being like them. But most of the people I am really like are gone now and what they knew and who they were is as precious to me as anyone or anything around me now. So I hold on, and I keep dreams and legends alive in ways that may only mean something special to me.

    The garage that car is parked in was the shelter for my dad's cars and it is where he and I shared so many memorable times together, either tinkering with tools to fix or build something or just getting to know and understand one another better. Through the years there have been other cars with horses in the center of the grill and even a few blue ones; in fact, the first one was a 1966 and it too was blue and when I squint my eyes I can fool my brain into seeing its ghost or reincarnation.

    What I and many others would give to be able to travel back to 1966! Of course we can't do that, but what I am able to do is take advantage of an imagination and my own spirit that time hasn't been able to erase to keep alive, if only for me, something worth keeping.

    Because like I have been trying to explain, legend has it that I lived a pretty good life. I saw what now seems like a perfect world before it stopped seeming perfect and that keeps me feeling like I am the luckiest man alive. I fill books with stories like this one and from time-to-time I see a monetary reward for my efforts. But making money out words that I am able to string together isn't why I do that, I have enough money to see me through this day and some more. Money cannot buy back or add to what I really want anyway, it can only pay the rent and cover the other expenses of  what I already have and keep it all going for a little while longer.
   

Just Like Me!

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     1965-1966 wasn't really that long ago (in my head) but the world keeps trying to make it seem like an eternity ago. Everything has changed since then but what cannot change is what I remember about that time and how my America looked (and sounded) to me. When I think of music from that era the first band that comes to mind is these guys; if you don't know who they were then I am better off being me instead of you!

    Over the past half-century those of us that do know have been witnesses to a revolution of sorts that no one back then could have possibly imagined. It would be too easy to blame American politics for our downward shift in values and an economy that has spiraled so out of control that America doesn't even resemble what it was then, but I'll take the easy route here and blame Ameican politics anyway for the thrashing it doles out every day to all of us in one way or another.

  In recent years our country has been steered by the kind of people who 50 years ago would have been too embarrassed to be heard saying some of the things they now proudly say or admitting to anyone who they really are. We have become a society that has taken freedom of speech to a level so high that anyone can say nearly anything they want unless what is being said offends someone else, depending on who they are.

   But still that level of freedom is higher and far more relaxed than it ever has been in my lifetime, but only for people that either weren't around 50 years ago that look back on our history and want to change it, or for anyone that looks back and wants the rest of us to erase any thoughts in our heads that it was better for us than what we have to deal with today. The person reading this entry that doesn't know who this remarkably talented rock & roll band was might be thinking they dressed funny or even goofy compared to many other acts from that era, but that person probably wouldn't think some of today's stars do.

For instance: some of the female superstars who want to draw more attention to their barely covered crotches than to their faces or some of those dudes with tattooed arms, necks and faces that dress like thugs or mannequins in a jewelery store; their "gimmicks" are fine with the generation that is eager to erase and forget what this country was before they were born. But I will continue to spite those people by holding onto and celebrating an era, that by living through it has probably left me a better man than most of them can ever hope to be.

Having made such a bold statement I guess I should define what I believe is a "better man."

   In today's mostly liberal dominated America the best men are the ones that act more like their sisters than their fathers. America has become soft and gentle and is more comparable to places like Paris, France than the streets of the old south end in Columbus, Ohio. More like Sweden than cities like old Detroit or Cleveland. To be thought of as a "good man" by some today, men should feel ashamed of how we went about things and how we solved our problems 50 years ago; they should display a more feminine side as often as possible and they should accept being not only the weaker sex but be the champions of every liberal cause whether they benefit from it, or really don't embrace it.

I think back to my own dad and the kind of man he was and I remember other good men that influenced me and now that most of them are gone I look around hoping to find other men who are  like them. But instead I mostly see images of people that are only shaped like them; that is, until I look into a mirror. I don't put myself on their level because they endured things I never had to but I do my best to always be as much like them as I possibly can and that infuriates many people today.

   But I am okay with infuriating people when they and I stand on opposite sides of different issues and it is why I am putting more and more distance between myself and anything or anyone I don't want to be near. That open mind I used to boast of having isn't as open as it was before others tried to take advantage of it by asking for more than was ever fair to ask for and it is why I have widened the gap between me and everything I don't want, or don't believe in.

None of us know the date or time we will depart this life, but if I make it until just past 3:00 AM, July 26th, 2016 I will have been here for 64 years. If I make it to then, or when everything finally goes dark and silent for me I want to still be the man my dad probably hoped I would always be. I won't whack off my genitals and I won't pretend to be on-board with any person or any idea that I don't agree with and I won't give up my own freedom of speech even if it means hurting another's feelings.

It is what followers of my blogs have come to expect from me and I have no intention of wavering from it. To borrow a line from one of America's most celebrated maritime figures..."I'm one tough Gazookus, which hates all Palookas"

Google that lyric! I hope to always live in the world he was in and always act accordingly to all circumstances as he did, because there was a real man!

I Don't Want To See Your Tits...Show Us Your Car!

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     Lift your shirt and let them breath and some will smile and maybe even make a comment, either of approval or of shock, while some may even thank you for your generous gesture. But I have seen enough boobs through the years to hold me over for the rest of my life. In all honesty, I was never a "boob man" anyway; big ones don't catch my attention the way they do for some guys because I always preferred medium to small racks anyway.

     On the other hand, show me a topless classic automobile (especially a vintage Ford) and my eyes are likely to bug out and my heart will almost always skip a few beats as my mind begins to wander into places I can no longer afford to go. In that regard, women are like cars to me and given a choice between either, I will always choose the car because I am lazy; cars are lower day-to-day maintenence and they allow more freedom to do more things.

    However, that wasn't always so, and in fact, my desires and priorities didn't change too drastically until common sense and more maturity kicked in; the latter didn't become fully developed until I was in my 40s. Before then I had women on my mind an awful lot (too much, some would argue) and I was usually a sucker for a set of shapely legs and a pretty face. By that I mean when I was a much younger man I might have tossed a coin if I was offered a choice between test-driving a hot car or a hot chick but that slowly changed when I began to notice that as cars got older they actually got hotter! For instance; a '64 Thunderbird converible looks better today than it did in 64, whereas only in very rare instances do 64 year old women (or men)  look nearly as good as they did in 64!

     If you missed the rationale here, stay with me.

     I will soon be 64 and it has been years since anyone looked in my direction with any sense of longing for me, and just as many since I longed for a woman in my life, yet I don't know one car-guy that doesn't long for a 64 year-old car! Ask any Chevy man if he wouldn't love to get his hands on a '64 Corvette or any Chrysler guy if he doesn't long for a '64 Dodge or Plymouth with a powerful Hemi motor. Ask any car nut if he would rather hang out at a vintage car show where there will be plenty of '64 convertibles with their tops down or at a Bingo game where 64 year-old gals are sitting around topless.

    Old car guys like me don't appreciate some of the things we did when we were young and when our hormones were racing like souped up engines; they slowed down and so did we.

    Of course I know a lot of other old geezers that would argue vigorously against everything I have writen here. Some guys never slow down, but instead only lower their expectations to levels they wouldn't have 25 years ago. They stay horny and some still cannot resist pretty faces, nice racks and legs of any shape or age.

    For them, if someone shouts "Show me Your Tits!" they turn in that direction hoping they will catch a glimpse and it wouldn't matter who was lifting the shirt; they still want to see them! However, if I am in that same crowd I wouldn't be as excited, not even if I was the only man in a roomful of Playboy Bunnies. I mean, I would probably look but it wouldn't transform me back to  youth the way it would if someone shouted "Hey, Look! A '64 T-Bird convertible!"

    What a sexist article, you say? Well, maybe, but this piece is not intended to make a sexist point and it really doesn't have anything at all to do with the on-going war between the sexes. Men and women have been battling one another and disagreeing over principle for thouands of years and there isn't anything anyone can do about it so I dropped out of all of that nonsense. That war will wage long after we are all dead and gone and besides, there never was much of chance of either side ever winning anyway.

    What remains constant in my life is my love for automobiles and it seems it only grows and becomes more passionate. The women came and went and most of them didn't become more beautiful with age anyway, nor did any of them keep their shapely figures.

    But look again at that old Thunderbird! The body is still absolutely stunning! Those curves have stood the test of time and its headlights seem to be beckoning me with a sort of sexy come hither look. Talk about a sexy hard body!

    When I was a young man, just starting out on the journey of life my dad gave me the same talk most dad's give their sons; it began with "Son, if it has tits or tires you can expect trouble."  He drilled it into my head that a new set of tires are always less expensive than a set of new tits but that wisdom he shared way back then didn't begin to make sense until I got maried for a second time.

    Since then it has been like an awakening and now that I am this old guy that experienced the joys and laughter that came with relationships with women (as well as the tears and broken knuckles from working on cars). I feel as if it is my annointed duty to share whatever pearls of wisdom I might be able to, with anyone ready to flip a coin to decide between a car or a woman, because let's face it, we aren't likely to be happy with both at the same time for very long.

    Relax, women say worse things about men all of the time!

     That is what this piece hopes to accomplish; it is designed to make anyone that reads it understand me and others like me. I may look old and tired and probably even used up and worn out, and that's because I am, but remember, my generation had cooler cars than yours does! Your generation of women may be as beautiful and exciting as they were when I was in my prime, but your new car choices don't even come close! Few ever gaze lovingly at a used Toyota. If it is ever a choice between show me your Toyota or show me your tits I will need a coin and if it lands on "heads" and I called "heads" I will want to see what you drive!

Re-Naming the Democratic Party

       

                                            The Demagoguery National Committee

        

    One description of a Demagogue is a person who is a rabble rouser, agitator, and soap-box orator.  According to Websters College Dictionary: 

    "A Demagogue is by definition; a political leader who seeks support by appealing to popular desires and prejudices, rather than by using rational argument; one who gains power by arousing people's emotions and prejudices. 

     "Demagoguery" simply means "effective rhetoric on behalf of a political agenda." 

    If  these explanations accurately describe every popular candidate running for office in 2016 that calls him or herself a Democrat, then wouldn't it make sense to at least consider changing the name of the party they represent? And while we're at it, maybe replace the donkey with a blue Unicorn. 

     "A unicorn is described as a mythical creature that is conceived through sparkles, fairy dust and dreams."

    That would more accurately represent what Democrats claim to stand for, and the symbol of a happy unicorn would reflect a more polite expression, especially in the evolving politically correct environment that they work so hard to perpetuate; because remember, a mule or a donkey by another term is called a Jackass. I am somewhat shocked and a little beside myself that a movement isn't already underfoot by the DNC to at least explore changing that. It is as if they don't care about everyone's feelings, and I for one have always been deeply offended anytime someone called me a Jackass. 

      I have many times called the DNC and said my piece about it and sometimes I pretended to be weeping, as if my confidence in humanity had been shaken to its very core. You see, I am a lifelong Democrat that never bought into that sticks and stones crap because words cut through me like a saber. If I am called names or made fun of I feel a deep sense of being denied what I think I deserve, if for only being born and taking up space. While still in high school I was called a Honky more than once and to be truthful it has haunted me since. 

     My feelings are like most liberals; extremely sensitive and easily shattered. When I went looking for the meaning of "Honky" I discovered many Honkies in my family tree, including generation after generation of grandparents, uncles, cousins and aunts; going back to before the American Revolution, so you bet I feel entitled to apologies (in fact, over and over and over again) and whatever else I can get for my personal pain and suffering! 

    Therefore my newest demand is that if the Democrats cannot or will not come to my defense on this and other matters of importance to me,  then it is probably time to re-name the party and call it what it really is.
    
    They could become the  Demagoguery National Committee and still keep their current acronym.

    If they did, it would also temporarily boost the economy because companies that produce such products as t-shirts, sweat-shirts and bumper stickers would scramble to meet the demands of proud Demagogues everywhere who would flock to retail stores and on-line merchandising sites to purchase something with the new logo emblazoned on it. Think of the possibilities: coffee mugs, hats, figurines, under garments...it could be commerce with no boundaries with plenty of spenders eager to make a statement!

    Okay, I took a few liberties and mixed in a few shades of sarcasm here but who are we if we cannot laugh at ourselves or at others that make it so easy to do so? That is precisely what I do when other old Democrats try to serenade me with their brand of Democratic bullshit. I laugh at them and then I remind them that if they are still supporting this new-age Democratic Party then they are voting against their own best interest. None of us over the age of 50 should consider giving any Democratic candidate for office the time of day, let alone our vote if they aren't willing to include what is good for us in their conversations and political rhetoric. When they stopped caring about my generation I stopped caring about them.

    I filed for a divorce from the DNC, and from our local Democratic Party when they shifted their agenda to what is trendy from what is good and fair for all people. I divorced them when I discovered they were two-timing me; going out on me and my values and dating lawless people that have very little regard for decency. In its zeal to court groups of people that demand more than they are willing to contribute they have abandoned everyone else that isn't either black, impoverished, LGBT or under the age of 40. That new zealously for votes, regardless of how many lies they have to tell to get them has left me feeling  like someone that has been duped and used to satisfy their shady political fetishes. 

     
    That out-of-control political orgy they have taken to hosting doesn't offer much for anyone who has their eye on Social Security to survive, or to anyone that still believes that law enforcement should be supported, or that all of us deserve a strong military to protect us. 

    When I watched this year's anti-law enforcement and racist themed Superbowl half-time show I was fully expecting to see Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders on the field dressed as Black Panthers, singing and twerking with Beyonce, but I would have been let down again if I actually hoped to see that. I was somewhat miffed that both missed another golden opportunity to be trendy before millions of potential voters.

     Sanders and Clinton; that's the best my old party can present to me and millions more over the age of 50? That is like a choice between being mugged by friends or foes. When I received a mailer asking me to help fund one more mess after another instead of an invitation to their political orgy it was the last straw. When they elected to let another year pass with no increase in Social Security benefits to defray the escalating cost of living, and then had the balls to allow the IRS to send me a bill for taxes for the paltry sum I did receive it was like having my toes stepped on and then being punched in the face. And when they cannot admit or even utter any sort of expression that the lives of older white Americans also matter to the wellness of our country it is time for all of us who are willing, to finally say, enough is enough.

    In their attempt to call itself the party for all people it has firmly positioned itself to become the most arrogant, racist and bigoted American political organization in more than a century. And if you watch closely, as I have, you may notice a vulgar attempt by your local organized Democratic Party to weed out and dismiss anyone that does not endorse the chaos and culture of corruption they have adopted.

    There are still good Democrats that want to lead, but unless they fall in line with whatever is trendy or courts special interest groups they are vilified and then nullified. Don't believe it? Watch your mailbox for the literature that exiles other Democratic office holders and candidates that only want to do what is right. In Franklin County, Ohio we currently have the most vindictive and corrupt organized Democratic party in any one's memory and they take their marching orders from the wealthy, unseen leadership at the top.

    Every responsible voter, regardless of their political affiliation needs to pay closer attention to this new party of Demagogues, because if we don't, our hopes of ever getting back the documents that made our country great and strong could be lost forever. 

Confessions of a recovering Democrat

   

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    It starts something like this; "Yes you are" followed by, "No I'm not!" In fact, many conversations have begun and still do begin that way whenever someone is either in denial or when another thinks they are. It goes on. I am coming out of denial here to set the record straight (about me) because I think I finally get it. I I have come to the point when I can finally admit that I have been wrong about

something that affects all of us.

    Please keep in mind that I was a child of the '60s, and that's all I can offer as a defense when explaining that since that time I always believed that Democrats possessed the best strategies to keep our country strong by protecting our nation's values while looking out for the working men and women of America. I believed it because I was young and mildly rebellious against the establishment, that by 1969 was controlled by Richard Nixon and people like him. 

    So I listened to young uninformed knuckleheads with very little life experiences, like myself, who all thought they knew what was best for everyone. The protests and the peace rallies looked like fun and I guess for many young people, like me, they were a way of pretending to be grown up while being an easy and exciting forum to be seen on TV. The streets of America was one giant stage where it required no talent to perform, or for that matter, for anything at all and it was an opportunity to dress up in colorful clothing that didn't exactly fit well and raise a lot of Hell, as if we really understood what we were doing.

    Just a few short years earlier we were all playing with marbles in the dirt but suddenly we were as tall as our parents and we allowed ourselves to believe that because we were we must also be not only as smart as them but when it came to world issues and social values we knew more than they did.

    So as the years ticked by my confidence grew and I allowed myself to keep believing in something that was never real in the first place. Back then I wondered, if you can't trust Hippies to know what's best for everyone else, then who can you trust?  It was in our music and scrolled all over our notebooks at school... "Stop The War"..."Peace"..."Down with the establishment!"

    It was there because we believed our generation could do the impossible, and because we were as tall as our parents; it was up to us to work as hard as we possibly could to drive Republicans out of office wherever they were hunkered down and fill our City Hall's and State House's and every Washington office with Democrats that believed what the Hippies believed. They promised us solutions and remedies to all that was wrong in the world and they liked our long hair and funny clothes and our Rock & Roll....you know...the important stuff!

    "You believed that crap?"  "Yes, I did."

    Then, as more and more years ticked by I realized that I had been duped all along, I had become brainwashed to believe that Democrats, with all of their rolled-up sleeves and crumpled suit coats draped over their shoulders as they stood behind podiums were only Hippies with short hair. Again, if you cannot trust a Hippie to know what's best for you then who can you trust? I believe that when Hillary Clinton was a young girl she wanted to grow up and be Jane Fonda, and Bernie Sanders fancied being  the next Tom Hayden. (They are both living the dream.)

    Now that I am older and have witnessed decades of failure caused by blind faith in Democrats, I am eager...no, make that determined to work as hard as I possibly can to rehabilitate myself. It starts by coming clean and finally admitting that I was only as tall as my parents. They knew more than I did when I was trading childhood for more complicated matters and because I lived in their home I was expected to live with their rules. They were the adults and they worked and paid for everything I needed but I believed I should have just as much say in every issue as they did. (After all, I too was a human being! What did experience, knowledge or contributions have to do with anything?)

    I was a young Democrat who allowed myself to grow up and believe that I knew what was best for me and for my country. I was like all Democrats today and I stayed that way until 2015! But then came 2015 and it was like rubbing the sleep from my eyes and taking out ear-plugs so I could really listen to the rolled up sleeves and crumpled suits; actually see and hear what they have been after all along; a nation too weak to resist anything, and flocks of followers believing that a ton of rocks is the same as a ton of silver; either way, it is a ton of something and if we all have a ton (of something) then everyone will be just dandy!

    But if you listen carefully, as I have come to, you might hear and understand what I think I have; that all we have managed to do is kick out our parents and what they believed was important and take over the house. Now it is ours and as Democrats we get to make the rules because we know what's best for everyone! Criminals, no matter how heinous are people too. Those that are too lazy to work for anything are as important to the world as anyone that suffers and prospers through sacrifice. Whatever anyone wants to do, they should be allowed to do, and if it is wrong and hurts someone else then let's seek ways to help them even more, even if it is at further expense to their victims and everyone that pays for everything they have.

    And who pays for that nonsense? Ask the man or woman with the rolled-up sleeves and crumpled suits; the payers should be the children and grandchildren of our parents. 

    Remember our parents? Those older people that just didn't understand the messages and solutions when we tried to explain everything to them when we were young.

    At the end of this day I can only suggest that when a Democrat's mouth is moving we can be suspicious of one thing; they are probably lying. When we see the likes of Mrs. Clinton and Mr. Sanders or anyone that supports them or anyone like them; scowling angrily into the cameras, waving their arms and pointing fiercely to imaginary targets as they shout their vitriolic demands, we can be sure of something else; the Hippies that had all of the answers have grown old and have become very bitter people. 

    Maybe that is because it has taken them a half century to turn America into a "music and arts festival"... a nation of followers that still reveres the likes of Janice Joplin and John Lennon as 1960s versions of Abraham Lincoln and God Almighty!

    Democrats and their priorities. The next time Hillary is on stage and gets loud you might see the ghost of Janice, or when Bernie or any other Democrat is performing and trolling for votes maybe they too are only abberations of someone they really aren't.

Why Internet Radio Over Terrestrial Radio?

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    When the Internet radio network (Live 365) turned off its server and went dark on January 31, 2016 it ended my 4-year affiliation with them and "Heartlites" ceased being an alternative for listeners that simply couldn't find the music they craved on AM or FM radio dials. "Heartlites" came about in the first place because I felt as they did, that the big commercial broadcasters had given up on their listeners a long time ago and no longer strives to entertain the masses but instead catered to other big businesses to grow their own financial greed.

     Gone was any sense of local broadcasting or content of interest to Columbus radio listeners and in its place was whatever was dictated by far away broadcasting corporations that were only in the business of selling syndicated programming to compliment a barrage of commercials. And for the most part it was only in those commercials where listeners could hear anything they could relate to on the local level, like goods and services that were on sale and where to find them.

     In most instances the only live programming ever on any station is during morning rush hour periods and sometimes in the early afternoon while the rest of the day and night there is only a computer receiving and sending to make a station available. Gone a long time ago is a human being that is somewhere in town talking to local listeners about local topics, and from a business sense the big companies make out very well because they needn't pay a staff of personalities to get done all they really want done; that is to make lots of money. It is all about profits and bottom lines now.

    But even though what can now be produced on the Internet is very similar to whatever is usually found on AM & FM stations the major difference is that it isn't about sacrificing quality programming for more and more financial rewards, it is about delivering the programming listeners might expect; whether it is the music they want to hear or if it is the likelihood that a real person might show up in real time and actually connect with them.

   And when it comes to music, or as I like to think of it, "The Soundtrack of Your Life", small town broadcasters needn't worry about pleasing big bosses or advertisers, we can search through thousands of tracks, whether they were the same tired oldies that have become mainstream oldies heard everywhere else or songs that haven't been heard anywhere on any radio station in decades.

     In short, I call it "Radio with no Boundaries" and once the walls and fences of real creativity have come down, then producing something the fat-cats with all of the corporate money behind them cannot is what really makes us different. If you are listening for only the music you will discover more of it on Internet stations; a wider variety hat hopefully leaves you asking, "Where has that song been all of these years?"

     But I believe the real payoff is when someone like me wants to invest the hours, days and weeks into producing programs and tweaking them as often as possible to not only keep it all fresh, but to remind everyone that listens that this is where radio had to go to be good again! Breaking the chains of bondage that would otherwise hold me down and render me someone Else's puppet; like locking the studio door where program directors and station managers cannot touch me or stop me from breaking their silly rules and giving listeners something entirely different than what was on the operating logs.

     In a way I see Internet Radio as a 21st Century form of Underground or Pirate Radio. But whatever it is, it is different and that's what you cannot expect from the larger and more organized giant broadcasters that in most cases have absolutely no ties or any loyalty to their listeners or to the community they serve. Their loyalty is to investors and anyone else that shares profits with them. We have none of those so our reasons for doing what we do should be easily understood.

     When "Heartlites" died it was a bump in the road in my efforts to keep broadcasting from my litle home studio, but that pot-hole has been paved with new material that is now called "Heartlites Radio" and for as long as someone else likes it and understands the motive to do it that motive will keep being as strong as ever.

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Imaginations

     "Heartlites Radio" is the brainchild of Len Harrison and Rick Minerd; two former DJ's that never stopped believing that radio can still be a good friend when you only need one to keep you company, or to help you remember good times when you need a little distraction.

      Len provides magic touches from Seattle, Washingtton while Rick toils with records and sound equipment in Columbus, Ohio to create what they hope is the best radio you will find anywhere!

     With more than 70 years of broadcasting experience between them they deliver something unique that lives somewhere between ear canals and the recesses of memory for anyone that believes the best music ever recorded has been neglected for too long. Bringing it all back with 21st Century technology  "Heartlites Radio" weaves through 3 decades of musical changes that you probably enjoyed from the 1960s to the 1980s!

     It is the roller coaster of emotions when you, the listener remembers or imagines what each song meant to you when it was new and how hearing it again is like welcoming back an old friend!

       This is The New Heartlites Radio!

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