Hillary Hating

A lot of people did not cast their vote for Donald Trump, so much as they wanted to vote against Hillary Clinton in 2016.  Hillary was under a lot of criticism and people claimed that she was a mass-murderer, a closeted lesbian who faked her way through a 40-year marriage, a member of the Illuminati and she was even accused of being an agent of the devil himself.  People didn’t trust her and Trump rallied his supporters with chants of “Crooked Hillary” and “lock her up”.  There were some missing emails that were blamed on security failures that contributed to the attack on the Benghazi consulate.

As the First Lady, she was involved in the Whitewater scandal, a money-losing land deal in which she’d invested for their retirement with two friends who managed the investment illegally, and also in Travelgate the first major ethics controversy of the Clinton administration where seven employees of the White House Travel Office were fired.  The Starr investigation, which eventually resulted in Bill Clinton’s impeachment, found that Hillary had not done anything wrong, but by that time her reputation was established as someone who was unfriendly to the media and people were questioning her motives.  Some of the Hillary hating is deeply rooted in gender, as critics branded her as a radical feminist, a left-wing agitator and a cutthroat opportunist and it is possible that she was not the best candidate to become the first female nominee.

Gullible voters listening to Trump and Russian election interference along with the untimely announcement from James Comey saying that the FBI was investigating Secretary Clinton’s use of a personal e-mail system during her time as Secretary of State, all while Trump was praising Wikileaks, and Roger Stone was sending private messages to WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange.  I only wish that the Steele dossier, also known as the Trump–Russia dossier, which contained allegations of misconduct, conspiracy, and co-operation between Donald Trump’s presidential campaign and the government of Russia during the 2016 election would have been made more public.  This report alleged that Trump hated Obama so much that when he stayed in the Presidential suite of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Moscow, that he employed a number of prostitutes to perform acts known as golden showers, a urination show in front of him in order to defile the bed used by the Obamas on an earlier visit, but of course Trump denied this ever happened, even though records show that he spent that night in Moscow.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #19 where the prompt is hate.

Only Had One Love

I had a lot of girlfriends, but only one of them I would call a love and we were married for 22 years.  I guess the definition of what qualifies someone as being a first love, must be addressed first before I move on.  From my prospective, a first love is someone that you can relate with on a deep level and you see them as a serious partner that you want to be with and share your heart with.  I met a girl who did not like onions and I thought that this could be the one for me.  She was different from all the other girls that I ever met, but I was always very immature before I met this woman and she changed that for me.  I thought girls were great, but my interactions with them were always of a very casual nature.

She was my first girlfriend that had her own apartment, which is much better than going over to see a girl at her parent’s house.  She lived in a different town and we did not share any friends, but she was good looking and intelligent.  We met in a gin-soaked, bar-room down in Memphis, no wait, that is a Rolling Stones song, but I was drinking gin the night we met.  I was a college graduate with a Associate’s degree in Electrical Engineering and I had a job, but I still lived with my parents.  I told this story before about the first night that I met her, but in case you missed it here it goes again.  I was a beer drinker, but when I went out to the clubs, because that was where the girls were, I switched to mixed drinks which featured those tiny straw stirrers.

My friends and I all wanted to get lucky by attracting and picking up a girl when we went out to the clubs, and we had this thing going with the stirrers that said if you were able to use your index finger and your thumb and bend one exactly in half where both tips touched each other, that meant this was your lucky night.  I bent a whole lot of stirrers back in the day and then it happened for me, I bent one exactly in half and I felt like I was going to get lucky, and I stuffed the stirrer in my shirt pocket.

I met these two girls out in the hallway, when the band was on a break and one of them saw I was wearing a watch, so she asked me what time it was.  I told them the time and I showed them my lucky stirrer and they both said good luck with that, as they each had their own boyfriends.  They were kind of cute, so I stuck around and I told them about a satellite system that I was designing, which would beam the correct time into everyone’s watch and all the clocks, so everyone would have the same time.

This was the early 80s, so satellites were around, but they were still a mystery to many people and I had a real plan how to use them.  I explained that if everyone had the exact same time that the planet would run better, because nobody would ever be early or late.  I went on to enlighten about how much time this would save when you had to set all the clocks forward or backwards each year.  These girls thought that I was brilliant and then one of them said that since I was able to express myself so well, why was it that I didn’t have a girl friend?  I told her that she made a good point and then I left them to find love.

My drink was empty, so I went to the bar to get another, however the club was crowded and with all the thirsty people there, I could see that it would take a while before I was able to get the bartenders attention.  I edged my way close enough for the bartender to recognize me and while I was waiting, someone behind me tapped me on the shoulder.  When I turned around this girl held up this belt and asked me if it belonged to me.  I grabbed it from her to get a better look, and I told her that it would never fit me and my best guess was that it belonged to some chick.

Now I am still several people deep, before I actually can get to the bar and besides having my empty glass in my hand, I now also had this stupid belt.  I was determined to get rid of it, so I asked a girl standing nearby me if it was her belt.  She was really cute and she had a pink feather in her hair.  She put both of her hands on her hips and swiveled them from side to side and then she announced that it was not her belt, because she was wearing her belt.  I thought that she looked so cute sashaying there right in front of me, so I reached through a crowd of people to place my empty glass on the bar, and then I dropped that stupid belt.  I smiled at her and I grabbed her hand and said, “Let’s dance.”  If it was not for that stupid belt we would never have met and it just goes to show that you never know when you will get lucky.  She kept the stirrer in her pocketbook as a souvenir.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #18 where the prompt is your first love.

Universal Language

I know what I like when I hear it, but it is very difficult to describe what constitutes music, as it is basically just vibrations carried in the air and one man’s garbage can be another man’s treasure.  In that 1977 movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind, music is used to communicate with the aliens and I wonder if it would become the essential ingredient for establishing communication with extraterrestrials.  I enjoy listening to classic rock, but it is not easy to figure out how music becomes classified as classic rock, as a massive amount of data collection and analysis is needed, along with some algorithms, to determine if a song is classic rock.  The genre of music is a constantly moving target, and very often different kinds of music are lumped together under the same banner.  As a general rule, classic rock music covers several decades, getting popular in 1965 and still hanging on through 1995, but the majority of classic rock songs were recorded between 1973 through 1982.

Classic rock is music that was recorded at least 15 years ago, but being old doesn’t automatically make it classic.  To be considered as a classic rock song, it had to be a big hit and listened to by millions of people.  Some groups are known for recording classic rock, but not every song that these groups recorded is automatically fits in the classic rock category.  Classic rock music is still heard on the radio and it can be purchased in a record store, so it is not antique, which would be considered to be Oldies music that was more singles orientated than album music.  Once you get to be a certain age, you probably think of classic rock as the music that you grew up with.

Music is essential in my life, but I don’t have a playlist like most people do.  I listen to my classic rock station when I am in my car, or I will pop in a CD other times to make my trip more enjoyable.  I don’t have any music on my cell phone and I don’t subscribe to any music services like Pandora or Spotify, nor do I have SiriusXM Satellite Radio, so I am a bit old fashioned.  I have never learned how to play an instrument, but I did have a music course in Eighth Grade, where I did learn how to read the notes and about beat, tempo, rhythm, meter, melody, and harmony.  I guess that I am just too uncoordinated to ever play an instrument, but I enjoy listening to music and lately I have been writing about music a lot.

I am the host of two music challenges and next week on Song Lyric Sunday where the prompt is Above/Below/Between, I will write about the Grateful Dead song ‘Estimated Prophet’.  A lot of people don’t like the Grateful Dead, but they are my favorite group, even though they are no longer a group.  Their music is different and people associate it with drugs and they were known for playing long extended jams that some people felt was pointless.  Many of their fans came out of the hippie culture of the 60s and if you don’t get that, then you tend to hate it.  Most of the time they were together, they had two drummers and they played many drum solos along with some space jams, but some people hate the group because of the unconditional love that they have gotten from their fans, who are collectively known by the endearing term of Deadheads.

This Friday I will host my other challenge known as the MM Music challenge, where I will write about the Phil Collins song ‘Against All Odds’ and then I will follow that up with another post about the song ‘A Groovy Kind Of Love’.  This is a real fun challenge, but it does not get nowhere near the level of participation that Song Lyric Sunday gets.  I only do this every other Friday and it would be better if I could get more people involved, but I would do it even if nobody else participated, as I really enjoy writing about music.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #17 where the prompt is music.


I get up out of bed and then I take a nap, no just kidding.  I sleep in my underwear, so when I get out of bed, I put on my shorts and my shirt.  I have sleep apnea, so I need to put my mask inside my cleaning unit and then I refill the reservoir with distilled water.  A trip to the bathroom follows this where I urinate, wash my hands and my face.  Back to my bedroom where I check my blood sugar, and what I eat is dependent on my readings.  I put my meter away and I get my morning pills out along with my pen needles and alcohol wipes.  Now it is time for breakfast.

Most days breakfast consists of coffee with creamer and toast with butter, but on the weekends, I splurge and have sausage and eggs also.  I take my breakfast back to my bedroom where I consume it while watching CNN.  After breakfast and while I still have a few sips of coffee left in my cup, I take my pills, which are Metformin which is an anti-diabetic medication, Lisonopril which is used to treat high blood pressure, Amlodipine also for high blood pressure, and Hydrochlorothiazide which is a diuretic.  Next, I take two injections, Novolog and Victoza.  Each insulin pen has a disposable needle tip which I must attach to it and they contain a dial that measures the dose that I am required to inject myself with.  I worked out a pattern for testing my blood and taking injections, which keeps me organized and lets me know where to stick the needles in.  It is complicated and it works with a two-letter pattern, the first letter being either B – Bottom, M – Middle, or T – Top and the second letter being A, B, C or D.  Today is BC and I associate this with the phrase Before Cats.

I go back to the kitchen and rinse out my coffee cup and throw away my paper plate that I ate my toast off of.  Next, I brush my teeth with my electric tooth brush and then I floss and use mouth wash.  Now I clean the cat litter boxes, which is a nasty job, but somebody has to do it.  After cleaning up, I head into the computer room and look at my email.  Next, I look at the posts from my favorite bloggers and then I look for some prompt challenges that I want to participate in.  The day of the week often determines which writing challenges I will get involved in.

Somewhere between 11 AM to 1 PM, I have another cup of coffee and a small snack, probably a small slice of cake.  Around 3 PM, I eat lunch and today I will have egg salad on a croissant.  I try to eat dinner around 5:30 and I have some left-over spicy chicken gnocchi that I will eat tonight.  I have to take two more pills after dinner and another injection.  I brush my teeth again and floss and use mouthwash again.  Thinking about food and writing about food always makes me hungry and I get one more snack later on at 9 PM after I take my last injection, and my second and final blood sugar reading for the day.  Lately my last snack has been a small serving of strawberry shortcake.

I watch Netflix at night, because I don’t like commercials and then before I turn off the TV, I have to take Atorvasatin which is a cholesterol-lowering medication and then I use my special germicidal mouthwash Peridex which the dentist prescribed.  I usually wake up around 3 AM for a bathroom trip and again at 6 AM and this time I will take my Levothyroxine for my thyroid gland.

My life is filled with medications and eating, writing and reading blogs and at night I am watching TV.  I don’t go out that much, but I do go shopping once a week.  I am thinking about getting my hair cut next week and also going to get my toenails trimmed.  I shower regularly and if I don’t then I will go in the back yard and jump in the pool.  My life is boring, but I am not board, I never get depressed, because I look for and find things to do, and if you are wondering why I wrote this, Fandango made me do it.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #14 where the prompt is your daily routine.

Sitting on a Cornflake

I don’t write many of my blogs while I am sitting on a toilet, as I usually have my hands full with other business when I am in the bathroom, but you probably don’t need to know this.  Last night while I was laying in my bed, I wrote the beginning to a new song which I am calling ‘Slaughterhouse Blues’.  I am not sure where the inspiration came from, as it has been a while since I listened to the Howlin’ Wolf song ‘Killing Floor’.  I didn’t write much, but here is what I got so far:
My papa done and told me
He said, “Son you gotta be a man
In life no one will give you nothin’
So, you must take whatever you can”
Daddy tried to teach me a lesson
He told me I must go through that door
I went a-kickin’ and a-screamin’
Out on to the killin’ floor
The syllable count is not perfect being 7, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9, 9 and 7 and I am not sure where I am going with the rest of this, but I think that it has potential.

I have a Dell XPS Tower which has a 9th Gen Intel® Core™ i9 9900 (8-Core, 16MB Cache, up to 5GHz with Intel® Turbo Boost Technology) that came with Windows 10 Home 64bit English and this is where I do all of my writing.  It is a relatively fast computer running at 2666MHz and I loaded it up with 32GB Double Data Rate 4 Synchronous Dynamic Random-Access Memory.  I have a wireless mouse and a 24” super VGA flat screen color monitor.  It is located in a spare bedroom and it is mostly private, but I wouldn’t call it a dedicated room.

I like to write about music and even if my post has nothing to do with music, I always try to work a song into it, if I can.  Oddly, it seems that John never wrote about a van in his song ‘I Am the Walrus’, as he was misheard when he said, “Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the man to come.”  When John was asked about the walrus, he said that it came from the Lewis Caroll poem ‘The Walrus and the Carpenter’ that was in Alice in Wonderland.  After John reread the story, he realized that the walrus was the bad guy and that the carpenter was the good guy, and he thought, “Oh, shit, I picked the wrong guy.”  I don’t think that the song would have turned out as good, if it was named ‘I Am the Carpenter’.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #13 where the prompt is your blogging space.

I Love Writing

Writing sets me free and lets my mind explore the universe.  I often use prompt challenges to get me motivated about a topic, but every day when I get up, or even when I am still sleeping, I am thinking about writing.  I don’t have any well-defined characters that I can rely on and most of the time I am starting out with a blank slate.  I decide what direction I will be going and I form my stories from research.  I love looking things up and learning new things and if I can explain something to my readers, that makes me happy.

My first book Man’s Footprint in Water started out with one story about water from a river being diverted to two towns that were located on opposite sides of a river.  From this story, I got the idea of going back to the beginning of history and finding stories related to water.  My book became a collection of short stories that are centered on man’s connection with water.  I wrote this to become a coffee table book, something that anyone could pick up and open to any page and start reading.  Water and History are both very large subjects so I made an attempt not to get too deep into any of the stories, as I strived more for inspirational conversation to alleviate boredom.  It is meant to have pictures and be placed in a waiting room for people to entertain themselves, instead of being on their phones.  Without the pictures, I could never sell this book, but I feel that water is the most beautiful substance on Earth and many people would enjoy seeing pictures of waterfalls, rainbows, lakes, rivers, ocean waves and storms.

The book was written in chronological order, so if you start reading from the first page and reading till the end, then you will see how man begins to advance, develop, grow and make progress as he gains more knowledge of water.  You will notice that society builds on the previous thoughts of its ancestors and people start to look for deeper meanings as science develops.  My book covers many of the ingenious methods by which ancient societies gathered, transported and stored water.  Many scholars and wise men make profound statements about water and their significant contributions to mankind have enabled us to better understand and eventually to control water.

You will see man evolving, forming civilizations, and you will learn about numerous famous people who made major accomplishments involving water.  There are many observations and interpretations about precipitation, evaporation, convection, condensation, clouds, rain, snow, hail, fog, storms, vapor, moisture and rainbows.  It is also about boats and ships and sailing and explorers.  It deals with washing, soap, toilets and umbrellas.  This book covers the advancement of water technology and the history of hydraulics, flow measurement, fluid mechanics and steam.  It is about irrigation, aqueducts, dams, water measurement and water treatment.

This book contains stories about people that were kings, emperors, rulers, statesmen, military generals, conquerors, sailors, explorers, astronomers, inventors, engineers, philosophers, alchemists, mathematicians, physicians, sculptors, poets, orators, story tellers, historians, theologians, musicians and polymaths.  It also has stories about civilizations including the Israelites, Mesopotamians, Sumerians, Assyrians, Babylonians, Phoenicians, Persians, Egyptians, Chinese, Japanese, Mongols, Indians, Minoans, Greeks, Romans, Macedonians, Carthaginians, Europeans, Africans and Americans.  If you read this book, you will learn about man’s struggle to tame powerful rivers and see his ability to harness water from settlements in the Euphrates Valley to ancient Greece, Rome, China and all around the world.  There are also many stories from the Old Testament in the Bible such as Noah, Abraham, Joseph, Jacob, Moses, Joshua, Gideon, David, Solomon, Elijah, Jonah, Jeremiah, Daniel, Ezekiel and Esther.  It also has many stories from the New Testament about John the Baptist, Jesus, Joseph of Arimathea, Paul of Tarsus, Thecla, Pope Saint Alexander I, Saint Irenaeus Bishop of Lyons, Clement of Alexandria, Tertullian, Saint Christopher, Saint Gregory, St. Patrick, Saint Brigid, St Severus of Antioch, Saint Benedict, St. Columba, Saint Isidore of Seville, Saint Bernard, Saint Hildegard, St Thomas Becket, Saint Francis of Assisi, St. Anthony of Padua, Thomas Aquinas, Saint Rita, Joan of Arc, Saint Francis of Paola, Saint Teresa, Pope Pius V and Bernadette Soubirous.  Many other religions are also mentioned such as Hindus, Vedic, Zoroastrian pagans, Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism, Muslims, communists, socialists, Marxists, Utopians and atheists.

This book is filled with tragedies of damns breaking, people drowning, floods, hurricanes, monsoons, tsunamis, shipwrecks, blizzards, avalanches, fires, wars, torture, water borne illness and droughts.  There are many serious stories and many ridiculous ones also.  This book also has stories of courage and beauty and love.  Water is the most pervasive substance on the earth.  Everything needs water.  A history teacher that I know, told me that no one in their right mind would ever attempt to write a book with a topic as vast as dealing with all aspects of water and it took over two years of my life and it became 438 pages consisting of 220,413 words, but it was never published.  This post is already too long so I won’t mention my second book Ancient Book of Eli, or my third book So You Want To Learn Calculus, which are also unpublished.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #12 where the prompt is something that brings you joy.

Divided We Fall

My greatest fear is that Trump has dived this country so far apart, that it will never recover from the daily hatred that he promotes.  I know that hatred has existed before Trump got into office, but he has made an art of it and it is flourishing and thriving rampantly under his control.  I remember my boss being into the conservative talk radio host Rush Limbaugh who was sowing the seeds of distrust about Bill Clinton by calling him Slick Willie way before I was ever interested in politics and I thought it was wrong at that time.  I was never a hater, but Trump has forced me to go to the dark side, a place where I never thought that I would go.  I have no respect for Trump and he only won because he promoted Hillary hating and nothing would make me happier than to see him get locked up for his crimes.  I don’t think that America will ever be the same again.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #11 where the prompt is your greatest fear.

You Are What You Eat

I can’t choose a favorite food because I like variety and unless I am on death row getting my last meal, I don’t really know what I want to eat.  If it was my last meal and I had to choose, I would pick Beef Wellington with a baked potato, green bean almondine because it rhymes and a baked Alaska for dessert.  Eating is not simple like putting gas in your car when your gauge tells you that it is getting low and a whole gambit of considerations come into play when I get hungry.  I usually plan my meals out and I want to eat food that I enjoy, but since I have type II diabetes, I try to be conscious of the health concerns involved in what I eat.  Most of the time when I cook, I look for convenience, cost, and variety and quantities that will not take up my whole refrigerator, or make more than three left over meals for me.  I like all types of foods and I don’t have a favorite appetizer, a favorite entrée, a favorite snack, and I could never even try to choose a favorite dessert.

There is still one family tradition that I have followed for my whole life, which was started by my dad and this involves eating spaghetti on the opening Sunday of football season every year.  Besides having football games on Sunday, it is also played on Thursday and Monday and although the 2020 season will start on Thursday, September 10th with the Chiefs hosting the Texans, I will make my spaghetti on Sunday, September 13th, even if the season is cancelled due to Covid-19.  I use a sauce made from a jar and thickened with paste and I make my own meatballs and I usually add some sweet Italian sausage.  I could probably eat spaghetti once a month, but it tastes better when you don’t have it all the time.

I should probably mention that I don’t like onions, I don’t like they way they look, or the way that they smell and I won’t eat them.  I won’t bother picking around them, because that nasty flavor seeps into everything that they touch.  My dad thought that I was being finicky, so he told my mom to cut up the onions up into really tiny pieces thinking that I wouldn’t taste them that way, but I gaged on them and almost puked.  My mom always made me special meals without onions after that and only a mom has that much love in her.  I can clearly state that onions are my least favorite food.  If you are what you eat, the last thing that I want to be is a putrid onion.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #10 where the prompt is your favorite food.

Fandangoing Around

I never had a post with the name Fandango in it before, and it is about time, as this guy is somebody that I really admire for all the effort that he puts into the WordPress community.  My first contact with the word fandango came from that Procol Harum song ‘A Whiter Shade Of Pale’, which starts out with, “We skipped the light fandango”. which I have pondered the meaning of many times.  If Fandango is a person, did they ignore fandango because they felt that he was a light weight, not able to keep up with the party?  If fandango is a dance, did they think that the steps were too difficult to follow, so they did not participate in it?  I doubt that, because these people were able to do cartwheels across the floor.  My research of the word fandango led me to the Harold Karr and Matt Dubey song ‘New-Fangled Tango’, which is a song that comes from Act II of Happy Hunting in the 1956 Broadway musical.  This song has the lyrics, “A waltz or fandango” and it was later covered by Lena Horn and Dinah Shore.

The next time that I came across the word fandango was while watching Wayne’s World, when they sang along to the Queen song ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, “Scaramouche, Scaramouche will you do the fandango?”  In 1976, Bob Dylan recorded ‘Romance in Durango’ where he says, “Soon you will be dancing the fandango”.  The Clash recorded a song ‘Midnight to Stevens’ which was about Guy Stevens their London Calling producer and in this they say, “Oh skip that fandango”, because Procol Harum got their name from Stevens’ Burmese Blue cat.  The Cars song ‘It’s Not the Night’ says, “your last fandango” and later they recorded ‘I’m in Touch With Your World’ which has the lyrics, “You’re a flick fandango party.”  Roxy Music recorded ‘Do The Strand’ which contains the lyrics, “Fed up with fandango.”  The fandango dance begins conventionally with a gavotte-like melody, which reminds me of that Carly Simon song ‘You’re So Vein’, which has the lyrics “As you watched yourself Gavotte and all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner.”

The dictionary has two different meanings for the word fandango where one is a lively Spanish dance for two people, typically accompanied by castanets or tambourine and the other is a foolish or useless act or thing.  I also read that the word fandango can be used as a synonym for “a quarrel”, “a big fuss”, or “a brilliant exploit”.  I heard a rumor that Mrs. Fandango makes Fandango wear that paper bag over his head, because all the girls were dreaming that they would be his partner and I guess it is working as they seem to be happy.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #8 where the prompt is something or someone that you admire.

Fishing Trip

My dad took my sister, brother and I fishing on a boat that he rented one day.  We all rented poles and my dad bought worms for bait.  Everyone caught at least one fish except me and I was very disappointed about that.  My dad taught all of us how to wiggle our poles and I copied what the others were doing, so why was this not working for me?  When my dad said that it was time to return the boat, and I was really sad, because we all had the same poles and were using the same bait, but the fish were just not biting for me.  Nobody likes spending the entire day fishing and coming home empty handed.

My dad docked the boat and we all jumped out and I knew that my dad felt bad, because he said, “I am sure that you will have better luck next time son.”  Dejected, I walked several steps behind the rest of them and then I spotted a fish that washed up on shore.  I put it on my hook and I showed everyone what I caught, but they all laughed at me because the fish was decrepit and half rotted away.  My dad never took us fishing again, but he did teach me how to play golf.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August FDDA #7 where the prompt is something you found.