By Bob Mhoon, guest columnist
The fact is that we are being betrayed and savagely abused by those who swore to support and defend. . . Frump’s response to the lawsuit against the company and W-burg screams he is being targeted. How ironic, coming from an ass who was an expert at that.
I was born in New Iberia and my families were early settlers, and I’m a descendant of those who were victims of Le Grand Dérangement or Déportation des Acadiens. Growing up I had glimpses of the local politics through my dad and grandfather.
In my civics class in high school I remember what was not taught and to this day don’t know why. Democrat and Republican were mentioned, but never elaborated on. Left, Right, Hawk, Dove, Conservative, or Liberal didn’t seem to exist. . . As I matured, I was never partisan in any manner. My vote was for the individual I thought was the best candidate for the job. I married a rancher’s daughter from the Sawtooth Mountains of Idaho some 53 years ago. We vote independently and often canceled each other’s votes. Once frump and party went to work, we had heated arguments over politics. We agree on certain things and if an argument is brewing one of us retreats to the other side of the house.
During my 30-year career in the Submarine Service, political discussions were nonexistent – even during 68-day missions submerged and trailing Russian submarines. The first unexpected political thumb-in-the-eye was wielded by Richard Nixon. I held a position of trust and was sent to the sub tender to get the crew’s paychecks. Always a happy day in the life of a broke sailor. Party expenses were huge! I Went below to turn them over to the Executive Officer for distribution and got a shock. I don’t know how connected, but Nixon issued Executive Order 11615 (pursuant to the Economic Stabilization Act of 1970), imposing a 90-day freeze on wages and prices in order to counter inflation. This was the first time the U.S. government had enacted wage and price controls since World War II. I was told to reverse course and return the checks to the disbursing office on the tender. Let’s just say that crew reaction was expletive-rich! It was three more days before we were paid.
My next political flail was when I was a senior manager for a Fortune 100 company’s Dallas data center. I learned about PACs when a memo from Chicago corporate arrived highlighting the great benefits of employee participation (read: donations) allowing the company to fund efforts favorable to the company and therefore beneficial to us. I dutifully passed the information on to my engineering department, allowing them to choose to attend the briefing if interested. The Chicago manipulator arrived, and the briefing was about to begin. The director, my boss, was out, and I was in charge of everyone.
Suddenly the HR Director comes into my office asking why no one (staff of about 30) was awaiting the presentation. He insisted I take action and was chagrined when I took a stand and said NO; this was an individual choice. I didn’t believe in PACs and gathered that the staff had the same opinion. He ranted and mentioned that a plant manager had been fired for that. It ended with me telling him to do whatever he wanted. The director supported me and the situation died peacefully. Not a peep for my remaining nine years with the company.
Mitch McConnell is mentally ill and has no clue that he works for us and not the party. His brainwashed followers are absolutely worthless.
I Bet you didn’t know that after hours, you cannot leave a voicemail for his minions in the D.C. office! I learned that his Kentucky office is more receptive, and for grins I left him a nasty message that included my name and phone number if he wished to discuss things. Ted Cruz has to be intelligent, but he certainly ain’t smart. I left a similar message for him. Collectively, too many congressional idiots must think the American public flunked out of kindergarten.
Perhaps the solution is to employ the methods used to rid Hawaiian homes of termites. The entire home is encased in a Tarp and sealed. Then the eradicator is pumped into the enclosure, that remains for a week to ensure success. For those who haven’t lived in Hawaii, the homes have tongue and grove planking nailed to the timber frame. This is both the inside and outside wall. My dad built homes and wondered how the kitchen cabinets were attached. It took him awhile, and then he went outside and found out they were put in place inside and nailed from the outside.
In my case, I’ve no idea how to get the country back to some degree of normal. The one positive I see is that Trump will evaporate from the scene in the next few years. Of course, I’d hope he is diminished to a worm when the courts get through with the Frump Company prosecution. Maybe he can be assigned to the cell previously occupied by Bernie Madoff.
(Editor’s note: Bob Mhoon is a regular LouisianaVoice reader. He is a native of New Iberia who now lives in Texas. He is retired from the US Navy. He is in a group that regularly exchanges mostly political emails. Mr. Mhoon generally restricts his topics to law enforcement shortcomings in his native Iberia Parish but recently sent the above message to the others in our group. One of our members – he knows who he is – suggested that it should be a LouisianaVoice post and Mr. Mhoon graciously consented.)
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