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A dear friend says that Donald Trump is “100% responsible” for the latest shootings in El Paso and Dayton.

It’s difficult to disagree with him.

Yes, we had mass shootings before Trump: Columbine, Sandy Hook, Aurora, Colorado come to mind.

But they were random acts aimed at everyone in general and no one in particular.

But now we have the Pulse shooting in Orlando, the African-American church shooting in Charleston, S.C., Charlottesville, Virginia, among others, that were directed at specific groups: gays, blacks, and Hispanics. There were even pipe bombs sent to Trump critics.

Yes, there are still random mass shootings, like the one in Las Vegas, but a disturbing trend seems to be toward white nationalists trying to take out as many minorities as possible in the shortest time possible.

As another friend observed, assault weapons are more efficient than nooses with these monsters.

I’ve said my piece about taking these assault weapons out of circulation, so I won’t belabor the point. But these mentally deranged people are taking their cue from the top—and that’s Trump. His rhetoric, from ridiculing a physically handicapped reporter in 2016, to belittling women, to encouraging crowds to rough up protesters and leading them in chants encouraging violence.

That has to stop. Trump doesn’t seem to understand that words and actions, especially those of POTUS, have consequences—or he just doesn’t care.

First of all, that kind of nonsense should be beneath the dignity of the president. His stooping to such levels gives him the appearance of a fourth-grade bully taunting other kids on the playground. That is not what this country needs, though you wouldn’t know it from his base.

I’ve been accused of having some affliction called “Trump Derangement Syndrome,” but those women, I will suggest emphatically, do not represent the country I grew up in and sadly, neither does our president.

How is it that we could come to this land, inflict genocide an entire civilization already living here and assume that it’s somehow our land by wearing something so flagrantly racist?

Another friend forward the following to me:

When you speak of Trump Derangement Syndrome, are you referring to his supporters or to his critics?

OK, so who’s deranged…..the people speaking out against hate speech and racism—or those who are defending it?

Who’s deranged……the people stuffing children into overcrowded cages—or those who are exposing it?

Who’s deranged……the people who expose the president’s lies everyday—or those who make excuses for it?

Who’s deranged……the people who are investigating Russian interference in our election—or those who call it a witch hunt?

Who’s deranged…..the people who recognize the importance of dealing with climate change—or those who call it a hoax?

Who’s deranged……those who honor our war heroes and POWs—or those who prefer soldiers who weren’t captured?

Who’s deranged…..those who believe that a businessman who built his fortune by cheating working people, lost a billion dollars in ten years and never performed even one day of public service has their best interests in mind—or those who see a con-man?

OK, it’s up to you. Who’s deranged?

(I’m informed the image of the women wearing “Make America White Again” T-shirts was photo-shopped and not authentic. Accordingly, I have removed it—with apologies.)

Johnny Armstrong and I will be at Cavalier House Books in Denham Springs Saturday at 2 p.m. to sign copies of our books.

Armstrong, like me, is a native of Ruston and he has written a delightful conservation-themed novel entitled Shadow Shine. The book is receiving excellent reviews from editors and bookstore owners alike. It’s about a cooperative effort by the forest animals to save their environment from the destructive forces of man. The hero of the story is a possum who isn’t aware he is a possum.

His adventures as he traverses foreign territory is a fast-paced read and the book far exceeds the usual first-novel by an author.

I will be there signing my new book, Louisiana’s Rogue Sheriffs: A Culture of Corruption. As the title suggests, the book is about corrupt, unethical sheriffs in about three dozen Louisiana parishes who run their personal fiefdoms like the dictator many feel they have become—like the sheriff who was leasing a marina from his own company for $1700 per month until the disastrous Deepwater Horizon oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico at which point the sheriff sub-let the marina to BP as a staging area for the spill recovery at $1.1 million per month.

Cavalier House is in the Denham Springs Antique Village and is run by John and Michelle Cavalier, a busy, civic-minded couple who have made the concept of independent book stores a viable business and a local attraction to readers from all around.

If you can’t be there, you can order the book from me (and I’ll sign it) for $30 by clicking on the yellow

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button in the column to the right of this post. Or you may mail a check for $30 to Tom Aswell, P.O. Box 922, Denham Springs, Louisiana 70727.

Shifting gears a little, I was in Alexandria on Tuesday for a book signing and got a most pleasant surprise.

First, a brief background story to put Tuesday’s events in context.

I grew up in the only house on Fielding Drive in Ruston. After my grandfather died in 1971, my grandmother moved in with her youngest son, my uncle, in Monroe and we rented the house out to Louisiana Tech students.

Fast forward to last Tuesday and a gentleman named Mike Mikell approached the desk where I was setting up my books and said, “I have something to show you.” Mikell, who holds an engineering degree from Tech, held out a thin book that I didn’t immediately recognize because it was hard-bound. He opened the book to reveal the cover of a paperback book entitled Bonnie and Clyde that I had written 50 years ago this year about the outlaws who terrorized the Southwest during the 1930s. The book was adapted from a series of articles I had written for the Ruston Daily Leader when I was a wet-nosed reporter there. The writing project was undertaken to coincide with the Warren Beatty-Faye Dunaway movie of the same name that was showing in theaters across the U.S. Here’s a PHOTO of the two of us with the old and new books. The picture is sideways because I haven’t figured out how to rotate the image and make it stay that way.

The Ruston Daily Leader was the first paper in the nation to report the 1934 ambush and death of the pair in neighboring Bienville Parish, just 20 miles west of Ruston. The ambush by Texas Ranger Frank Hamer occurred just before the Leader‘s deadline but after the deadlines of other afternoon newspapers.

“I lived in your old house on Fielding Drive while I attended Louisiana Tech,” Mikell explained. “I found this book in the house and when I heard you were going to be here today, I just had to come here and show you this.” The book had been bound, probably by a library that stocked the book 50 years ago. “I want one of your sheriffs books and I would like you to sign both books,” he said.

I was honored to do so.

“A lot happened on Fielding Drive when I was living there,” he said. “The concept of drive-thru daiquiris was born in that house. My roommate David “Tater” Ervin opened the very first one in the state and he dreamed up the idea while were were living in your house. We kicked around a lot of ideas to make money while we played chess there.”

While Mikell has his memories of that house, I have my own. That’s the house where I was brought as an 18-month-old malnourished infant after my grandfather rescued me from a hospital in Galveston, Texas, where I had been abandoned by my mother.

We were poor, very poor. But what we lacked in financial resources was more than made up for in love and caring given me by my grandparents. My grandfather drilled into my head and heart that if something is not altogether right, “then, by God, it’s altogether wrong.” He lived by a code that every living being is to be treated with respect and dignity and that everyone you meet is a potential friend until they prove that they don’t want to be.

Once, when I accompanied him to the Ruston Feed Mill to get feed for his cattle, he met a man on the loading dock and stood talking to him for nearly an hour. On the way home, he said, “That man back there is a liar and a thief.” Unable to wrap my young brain around his congeniality toward the man, I asked, “Why were you friends with him if he’s a liar and a thief?”

He stopped and pulled to the side of the road and turned to me. Pointing a finger at me, he said, “Son, you can be friends with anybody as long as you know who they are.”

That was a sixth-grade education unloading some deep psychology—and a powerful life lesson—on me and I’ve never forgotten that.

Something else I’ve never forgotten. He bought me a candy bar once and on the way home, I unwrapped and threw the wrapper out the window. He never said a word but I felt a pop on the back of my head and I saw Jesus waving me to the light. To this day, I will not throw so much as a gum wrapper out of my vehicle.

Yes, Mike Mikell, Fielding Drive did indeed possess some wonderful memories and I cherish them to this day.

Some things you just can’t help wondering about.

Take President Barack Obama, for example. He once threatened to withhold recovery aid to Louisiana flood victims because the state had done little to protect flood-prone areas of the state. At the same time, he managed to insult flood victims who built their homes in low-lying areas as deserving of their fate.

But nine months after his diatribe aimed at the state and its residents, he offered the America’s resources to aid an adversarial nation in its battle with widespread flooding. Obama confirmed that he had spoken to the leader of a sworn enemy of the U.S. and “expressed concern over the vast flooding that covered 30,000 square kilometers” in Russia.

Obama’s double standard sparked immediate outrage among Republicans and evangelicals with religious leaders calling down God’s wrath on the president and Republican leaders in congress calling for his immediate impeachment.

Oh, wait. Sorry, wrong president. My bad.

After further review, it turns out it was Donald Trump, aka President Stone Spurs who last November threatened to WITHHOLD FEDERAL FUNDS from the state of California which experienced the most destructive forest fires in the state’s history and which killed 11 people. He issued his threat while accusing California of “gross mismanagement of its forests.” He later suggested California could do a better job of preventing fires by RAKING ITS FORESTS, which prompted these editorial cartoons:

RAKING FORESTS

But then yesterday (July 31), it was learned—and confirmed by the White House—that President Bone Spurs had offered U.S. assistance in combating forest fires raging over 30,000 square kilometers in the eastern parts of Russia and that Bone Spurs had “expressed concern over the vast wildfires afflicting Siberia.”

And Republicans and evangelicals said nary a word. Republicans and evangelicals who, I might add, once constituted the core of the John Birch Society, that pillar of anti-communism.

Republicans and evangelicals who 50 years ago, were running around screaming at the top of their lungs to anyone who would listen about how fluoridation of water to fight tooth decay was an insidious communist plot.

Nary a word from any of those.

Not even Sens. Cornpone Kennedy or David…er, Bill Cassidy.

So, help me out here: which country was it Bone Spurs said he was going to make great again?

 

President Bone Spurs was positively euphoric this past weekend over the news that the U.S. Supreme Court had ruled that he may use $2.5 billion in military funds to build his BORDER WALL.

Trump was so thrilled over the 5-4 decision, that he spent the weekend sending out tweets which, instead of attacking political foes, boasted of his court victory.

Donald J. Trump

@realDonaldTrump

Got the funs and we’re going to bild the wall! In fack, we’re going to bild severul wals!

Donald J. Trump

@realDonaldTrump

I may drive the first steak. Just trying to prioriotise which wall gets bilt furst.

Donald J. Trump

@realDonaldTrump

Starting in New Mexico with furst wall. All Mexicans their will be reqwired to remain behind wall. Any children who gets p[ass wall will be put in cages. Make Amurica Grate Again!

Informed that New Mexico is not part of Mexico, but one of the 50 states, the White House did not respond but Trump did have a follow-up tweet:

Donald J. Trump

@realDonaldTrump

Fake news! If it says Mexico, were walling it off! Very staple jenious POTUS Makeing Amurica Grate Again!

Donald J. Trump

@realDonaldTrump

vMexico, Mane., Mexico, Pen., Mexico, Indiana., Mixico, Misssouri., Mexico, NY., Mexico BNeech, Florida. These peeple each voted dozens of times for crooked Hilary. Millions of cases of voter fraud their. Fences for all! No collusion! Make Amurica Grate Again!

The cities of Mexico in Maine, Pennsylvania, Indiana, Missouri and New York are all American cities. Mexico Beach, Florida, of course, was obliterated by Hurricane Michael last October, as evidenced by photos from Trump’s own personal network, FAUX NEWS.

Reminded that the city was completely destroyed by Michael, Trump promptly sent out yet another tweet:

Donald J. Trump

@realDonaldTrump

Grate news! That’s one less Mexico we have to bild a wall around. ICE will round up the people that lived their and ship them back.! No obstruction! POTUS exhonorated! Make Amurica Grate Again!

Outgoing White House press secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders issued a statement in which she said that claims that Mexico Beach was completely destroyed were inaccurate.

“There was ONE BUILDING that survived, so the town was not ‘completely destroyed,’” she said. “This is just another example of liberal media bias.”

Trump used the building as inspiration for still another tweet when he indicated illegal aliens might be hiding in the surviving building:

Donald J. Trump

@realDonaldTrump

We have proof that 800 Mexicans are wholed up in that building. ICE is going in their toround them up! POTUS Making Ameerica grate again!

Donald J. Trump

@realDonaldTrump

Watch out Mexicans in Main, Penn, Ind, Misouri an New York. ICE is coming their next and the wals are going up! Mueller testimony proves POTUS Making Anerica grete again!

 

A couple of things caught my attention this past week, neither of which should be a sign of encouragement for Louisianans.

First, during Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s testimony before the House Judiciary Committee, Louisiana 8th District Rep. Mike Johnson, a Shreveport Republican, had the unbelievable gall to tell Mueller that Donald Trump had “cooperated fully” with Mueller’s investigation.

That’s simply a damned lie and Johnson and all the other invertebrate Republican enablers in Congress are as well—and they know it.

How can threatening—and attempting—to fire Mueller be considered cooperation?

How can President Bone Spurs’ refusal to provide his income tax returns be considered cooperation?

How can President Bone Spurs’ refusal to appear in person before Mueller for questioning be considered cooperation?

How can President Bone Spurs’ incessant tweeting about the so-called “witch hunt” be considered cooperation?

How can President Bone Spurs’ constantly insulting Mueller be considered cooperation?

How can the repeated lapses of memory from President Bone Spurs (who, by the way, has repeatedly claimed he had one of the “best memories in history”) in his written responses to Mueller’s questions be considered cooperation?

Mike Johnson, there simply is no nice way to say it: You are a liar and an embarrassment.

Mike Johnson, you may wish to read what a friend sent me that was written by Paul Thornton of the Los Angeles Times (a conservative, Republican-leaning newspaper, by the way):

At almost any other time in American history, a decorated Marine with a highly distinguished legal and law enforcement career vouching for his 400-page report detailing a president’s impeachment-worthy conduct would be greeted with (at least) deference or (at best) bipartisan gratitude.

But Robert S. Mueller III had the misfortune of explaining his life’s most important investigation to a bunch of Republicans eager to engage in character assassination on behalf of the most amoral president in U.S. history, and in front of a media that valued “optics” just as much as the details of Mueller’s report.

The other attention-getter was the TV ad campaign launched by businessman Eddie Rispone in his bid to unseat John Bel Edwards for governor.

The best thing that be said about Rispone’s CURRENT AD is that he is just John Neely Kennedy 2.0—without the weed killer. Both are classic suck-ups running off someone else’s popularity with nothing of substance to offer. Some might call them political whores, but I would never be so crass. They’re just your typical political opportunists, folks, plain and simple.

Other than pointing out that he placed a Trump sticker on his truck, Rispone does nothing in the ad to address Louisiana’s problems or to offer solutions. Two words: sound bites.

Rispone even has a YOU TUBE AD (it may also have run on TV, but I haven’t seen it there yet) in which he proclaims, “It’s time to drain the swamp.”

Sound familiar?

Any questions as to how well President Bone Spurs has kept his promise to “drain the swamp”?

To give you an athletic analogy, in gymnastics, judges score contestants on, among other things, creativity and originality, degree of difficulty and execution.

Rispone’s pathetic ad falls flat on each of those categories. It’s nothing more than a dog whistle, to those poor souls who think President Bone Spurs actually has their best interests at heart and that he is really working on their behalf.

If Rispone is so devoted and loyal to President Bone Spurs, then that must necessarily mean that:

  • He condones adulterous behavior, even encourages it;
  • He is a racist;
  • He believes, like President Bone Spurs, that one does not need real solutions if he has enough money to purchase his office.
  • He supports a draft dodger who now hides behind the American flag;
  • He supports embracing shady characters like Jeffrey Epstein until they become a liability and then he “barely knows them”;
  • He believes the end justifies the means—regardless of who gets hurt in the process;
  • He believes that if President Bone Spurs can spout the rhetoric that resonates with his cult, then everything else he does should be ignored, even applauded.
  • He supports ridiculing physically-handicapped reporters;
  • He supports placing children in cages;
  • He supports tax breaks for the wealthiest Americans and corporations;
  • He supports Vladimir Putin, Kim Jung Un and Bashar al-Assad;
  • He would employ (but fail to pay) undocumented workers;
  • He would borrow (but fail to repay) hundreds of millions of dollars and would choose instead to stiff creditors by declaring bankruptcy—six times;
  • He supports increasing the national deficit by more than $1 trillion after promising to eliminate same;
  • He condones—encourages, even—serial lying;
  • He supports the idea of blaming others for everything bad and taking credit for all things good—like President Bone Spurs’ latest claim that the poor air conditioning in the White House is somehow the fault of his predecessor (really, he actually said that).

Rispone’s failure to publicly repudiate these suppositions should be considered affirmation.

Finally, there is THIS, and I think most of us can still remember the eight-year disaster that were the Jindal years.

So, if you liked Jindal, you’ll love Rispone.

If that doesn’t convince you that Rispone is about as phony as any political opportunist could possible be, then I have a mountaintop resort in Pierre Part to sell you.