Monday, August 18, 2025

Militarism of local police

 


The 1944 Surplus Property Act provided for the disposal of surplus government property. The 1033 Program was created in 1990 under George H. W. Bush. in the War On Drugs.

The Law Enforcement Support Office (LESO) program transfers excess Department of Defense (DOD) property to federal, state, and local law enforcement agencies. 

In May 2015, President Barack Obama signed Executive Order 13688, limiting and prohibiting the transfer of certain types of weapons and equipment to law enforcement agencies through the 1033 Program, including large-caliber weaponry, tracked armored vehicles, grenade launchers, and camouflage.  On 28 August 2017, President Donald Trump rolled back Executive Order 13688, effective immediately. 

On 25 May 2022, President Joe Biden issued Executive Order 14074, addressing police reform. Section 12 prohibited or limited to specific uses the transfer of a number of military items, including firearms of .50 caliber or greater, silencers, bayonets, vehicles without a commercial application, explosives, weaponized drones, and long-range acoustic devices. The order also increased application and certification requirements for law enforcement agencies seeking materiel. Section 12 applied to the 1033 Program and other federal equipment transfer programs.  "For security reasons [1033 Program record] information is not subject to public review".  

A multi-billion dollar industry exists to provide ammunition, armor and safety equipment for the military products that are distributed to local enforcement. 

Tuesday, August 12, 2025

Roofing







https://www.consumeraffairs.com/homeowners/roofing-industry-statistics.html 

As of May 2023, the roofing industry employed 135,140 workers in the U.S. These workers have a mean hourly wage of $26.85, or $55,840 annually.

The industry sector with the largest share of roofing employees is foundation, structure and building exterior contractors, employing 123,840 people, or 91.6% of all U.S. roofers. The residential and nonresidential building construction sectors have the second- and third-largest shares of roofers, at 3,400 and 1,910 employees, respectively.

As of 2023, Tecta America is the largest roofing contractor in the U.S. Tecta America has a total market share of 1.7% and reached $960.2 million in revenue in 2023. CentiMark and Baker Roofing Company are the second- and third-largest American roofing contractors, with market shares of 1.4% and 0.52%, respectively. Given these market shares, the roofing industry is rather competitive when compared with other U.S. industries.

Peninsula Community College is building a work center to teach trades to anyone. Construction just started with an opening scheduled for 2026. Teachers are needed. 


The 9:30 a.m. ceremony takes place Tuesday, Aug. 12, marking the beginning of construction on a 16,000-square-foot Newport News Trades Center. The new center is designed to prepare more than 400 students each year for in-demand maritime and residential construction careers.




Monday, August 11, 2025

Monk Mann

Monk E. Mann

by  Neil Crabtree


Montgomery Edward Mann is known to me as Monk, though he’s been called many

nicknames in his long and adventurous life. A true 20th Century Man, a generation ahead of me

and my friends, his house in the middle of our neighborhood became where we would go when

our parents were fighting or working two jobs or getting so wasted on drugs and alcohol they

could not answer questions like when’s dinner or can I get twenty bucks. Somehow we’d end up

at Monk’s, where he always had the grill going in his backyard and loved having someone to

cook for. His wife Patricia would take care of us too, making sure we understood we were guests,

not lodgers, and that she did not want us to interrupt her novellas no matter what. “Ask Monk,”

she’d say, chasing me out of the TV room. Her smile cheered me up whenever I saw it.

Now, twenty years later, I still go to Monk. I’m a writer, and I’m determined to get my

name out there, and make a living writing books and selling them self-published on the Internet,

at Amazon and Ingram and Draft2Digital. Monk will read and line edit for me. He will

encourage me, without really saying anything. “Cut out twenty-two paragraphs” he might say.

“Clarify who is speaking.”

“This should entertain the masses,” was the one I came to visit him about. What did that

mean? Is it good or bad? And of course, I just wanted to talk about it. I’d heard Monk exorcised

a ghost for my cousin Kim. I thought her first husband Sander joked when he told me about it. A

month had passed by when Sander sent me a message to meet him at Monk’s.

Sander sat in the easy chair, Monk in a recliner. They passed a joint between them. From

where I stood it smelled like good dope. When I approached, Monk passed it to me as he exhaled

a huge cloud. Grey hair trimmed, beard needing work, comfortable shorts and T-shirt, flip-flops,

blue eyes getting red, Monk smiled and pointed to the sofa.

Sander got up and shook my free hand. ”Long time, cuz. Hit that, go ahead. I just brought

it in and fresh ain’t even the half of it.”

“Thanks.” I did as I was told, tasting resin and sweet peppery smoke and my brain taking

the elevator to the ninety-ninth floor.

“Does Kim live in a haunted house?” I asked Sander. He grinned.

“Dude, I saw Kimmy jump around when the air-conditioner would kick on. And her new

guy? Total pussy. Wanted them to move to a motel during the psychic events. With her paying, of

course. She’d been micro-dosing and, you know well as I do, she doesn’t have enough tread to

keep on the highway. This Oswald guy is playing her.” He took the reefer back. “Monk fixed it,”

Sander said.

“Sit down,” Monk said. “Good dope, right? I’m rewarding myself after dealing with the

supernatural. Turns out my Doors of Perception have become… louvered Florida-Room

windows, let’s say. As much goes out as comes in.”

I sat down on the sofa near him. “Why did she call you, Monk? If she has a ghost.”

“She called Patricia. Asked her if she’d like to attend a séance.”

My cousin has had an interest in the paranormal since her parents were killed in a head-

on crash with a loaded Freightliner. She has trouble equating God’s love with His unexplainable

cruelty. Fifteen years later a good portion of her inheritance has gone to finding the explanation.

“Did Patricia go?” I asked.

“No, she was getting ready for a trip to see her family in New Jersey. Her Colombian

aunt was visiting. So she volunteered me. Like I’m half-crazy anyway.”

“Did you see a ghost?”

“Depends. What do you mean by ghost?” he asked.

“A spirit, of someone passed away.”

“Like in the movies.”

“Monk. Did you see a ghost? What did you do?”

“Let’s see. What do we know about ghosts? Spirits of people who have passed away but

remain somehow in or around the place where they lived or even died.”

“Is that what you saw?”

“Ghost stories help people believe in God. If you believe in one spirit, you believe in all

spirits. It’s the same bullshit.”

“Are you saying there’s no God?” I asked.

“No. I’m saying it doesn’t matter.”

“What?”

Sander stood up, still holding onto the nub of the joint, excited. “Don’t be saying there’s

no God, Monk. I’m driving all the way home tonight and I’ll be praying the whole way. I’m

stoned as fuck.”

Monk got up and got the roach before it burned Sander’s fingers. “I’m not saying there’s

no God. Saints and devils, they’re just more ways to exploit the terrified. Ghosts, vampires,

werewolves, demons, we love our horror stories. That way the indifference to our fellow man

seems to come from infinitely far away and not from our own cold cold hearts.”

We considered Monk a wise man. He told us the key to his wisdom: Never share it on the

Internet. He told all of us this in an email from his website. Then posted it on Facebook. Made

total sense. The truth is beyond AI interceptions.

Monk continued. “I got to Kimmy’s house, an old two-story place renovated instead of

torn down. The front yard , neatly kept. The walkway clean. The wooden steps up to the wooden

porch in good shape, recently painted. She did most of the work herself, she told me. Kimmy

came out smiling, her boyfriend not so much. His hand felt wet when I shook it, like something

he did not want to do. Kimmy led us inside after showing me her remodeling jobs.”

He leaned forward. “I could feel a weird vibe as soon as I crossed the threshold. Like

when you go to a Haunted House at the mall on Halloween. Expect to be scared and usually you

are. The house was cold. Dark. Candles flickering on the tables.”

“But there was a ghost?” I asked.

“There was an unhappy spirit there,” he answered.

“A dead guy, spooking them,” I said, trying to pin him down.

“A guy previously alive, now deceased, haunting that big old house?”

“Right.”

“Of course not.”

Sander stood again. “I’ve gotta eat something.”

“Patricia is out of town, but left me twenty-six different prepared meals,” Monk told him.

“Eat as many of them as you can.”

“Don’t tell me twice,” Sander said, moving to the kitchen.

“I don’t get it,” I said, wanting to get back on track. Stoned conversations tend to go all

over the place. “Did you see something…paranormal?”

“No. They couldn’t figure out where to sit, what lights to turn on, was the air-conditioner

working, should they make snacks. I could feel tension, mostly from Oswald.”

“What did they tell you?”

“They wanted to get out a Ouija board, to contact the spirit. That was a red flag.”

“Sander told me she’s been micro-dosing psilocybin mushrooms.”

“That seemed to be Oswald’s business. He asked if I’d like buy some.”

“Did you?”

“James, my psychedelic days are over. I told them no mushrooms, no Ouija board. I told

them I could feel a weird spirit without that.”

“And what did you do to make it go away?”

Monk leaned back, getting comfortable. “I told Kimmy and Oswald to go outside and

walk around the block. He didn’t want to. Aha, my brain said. ‘And why not?’ I asked. ‘I have a

fear of going outside,’ he said. ‘And a fear of being inside as well,’ I pointed out. ‘That’s a lot of

fear to carry round’, I told him. ‘You’re scared all the time.’ ‘Pretty much,’ he agreed.”

I could see Monk warming up to remembering the moment.

“So, I tell them this. If they want the spirit to go away, they had to do as I say. Oswald

resisted the idea. She told him to listen to me. She didn’t want to pay five-hundred dollars to a

fortune teller, no matter how well Oswald knew the gypsy. Listen to Monk, she told him.”

“Jeez,” I said. “She never invited me over one time since he moved in. What did you tell

them to do?”

“He had to walk with Kimmy around the entire block, looking at the sky, the trees, the

sunset, the flowers, and watch out not to step in any dog poo. He has to stretch after the first

street, move his neck and shoulders around. After the second street, he has to hold Kimmy’s

hand while they walk. After that, all he can do is shut up and listen. Just keep walking and get

safely back here within an hour. Kimmy loved the idea. She went to get her walking shoes.”

Monk laughs. “He says to me, ‘What will you do?’”

“I told him that the fear so strong inside him had broadcast itself all over the house.

Going out of the house weakens the received fear, to where I can remove it. It wants to be

removed, to be un-afraid, just like they did.”

Monk sits up straight, like a professor to a student. “’What if I won’t do it?’ he says.”

“Then I’ll tell Kimmy that the bad feeling comes from you. You go, it goes.”

“Damn, Monk,” I say. “Did Kimmy hear/”

“Nah. She was upstairs looking for her shoes. I needed him to understand I was on to his

game”

“And you think he was behind the psychic disturbance bullshit Kimmy ranted about?”

“He needed the ghost, more than the ghost needed him, see what I mean.”

There was more. “While they were gone, I went into their backyard, where Kimmy has a

garden. Her trowel and little shovel were there. A green and pink Super Soaker. Bags of Orthro

Topsoil. A wheelbarrow filled with compost. I knew then what to do. I went inside, and in the

refrigerator, I found an onion and a green pepper, fresh. I took them outside and dug a hole and

buried them, using lots of topsoil. I dug up a small marigold and planted it on top of the buried

vegetables. When they got back, I showed them where I had returned the spirit to the Earth,

where the spirit could be happy. Kimmy squealed. They laughed and I could tell the walk had

done them good. When we went back in, I told them a few things. Turn the A/C up to seventy-

five. Turn on some lights. Blow out all the candles. The bad spirit was gone.”

“Monk the Ghostbuster,” I said. “I talked to Kimmy yesterday. She sounded happy. She

quit microdosing last week and went back to the gym.”

“A happy ending,” Monk said. “I suppose you want to talk about your new manuscript.

Ask me anything. My psychic doors are now opened.”

“Monk, what does your comment mean: ‘This should please the masses.’ Does that mean

it could be a bestseller, or does it mean it’s written for morons?”

“It can be both.”

“Literary fiction or commercial fiction.”

“You simply need to address your audience and their prurient interest. Use these three

phrases: heated loins, rock-hard, and swollen tips. Add them to the romantic scenes between

characters. Your Amazon rating will go up two hundred per cent. Change Categories. Include

Erotic. Porn on eBooks is the trend.”

“I don’t want to write pornography. I’m a serious writer.” As soon as I said it, I started to

laugh. Monk too. “Loins,” I said, “That what Joyce did in Portrait of the Artist. Stephen would

be tremendously excited by the word loins.”

“Being banned as Obscene was the only way Ulysses sold any copies,” Monk said.

“Joyce sold books to people who did not read them except to look for the naughty bits. I’d call

Joyce a serious writer.”

“Artist, he called himself. Am I an artist?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Are you?”

“I don’t know either,” I said.

“Joyce studied aesthetics. Philosophy. Languages. But he never knew how to market a

book, even when professional advice was given to him. The first editions of Dubliners were all

bought up and burned in the streets of Dublin. Now they have statues of him everywhere.”

Sander came in, with a big platter of prepared meals he warmed up. The smell hit us

stoners like a magnetic wave, lifting us up by our noses. The platter held three prepared meals,

each in its Pyrex container, nuked somehow and smelling of warm home cooking.

“Monk, your wife sure can cook,” Sander said. “I was scarfing down a meatloaf and

mashed potato plate when Kimmy called. Oswald has moved out. She wants to know if I’ll come

over and watch a movie with her.”

“I thought burying the ghost got them together,” I said. I picked a chicken and rice meal

with sweet green peas on top. There were sliced pimientos in the yellow rice, my favorite. Monk

picked a pork chop meal, with Stove Top stuffing and sliced carrots. Sander had a chicken

parmigiana with red sauce and melted cheese over spaghetti, and we saw he had sprinkled red

pepper flakes over the top, his personal fetish.

“That was three weeks ago. He won’t pay his share of the bills. Hey. She’s been with that

dweeb for months,” Sander said. “She needs a Manly Man.”

“You always were the romantic,” Monk said smiling. “And look at this platter. Now I

won’t be ordering UberEATS for a change. Patricia will be delighted to see her food got eaten.”

“Monk’s trying to convince me to write pornography,” I told Sander.

“Great fucking idea. Mommy Porn is all the rage. Kimmy has Fifty Shades of everything

on her Kindle, loves the stuff. Wanted me to tie her up one time. I offered to just gag her. She got

mad.”

“Did she mention the spirit?” Monk asked.

“She says sprouts are coming out of the ground. Is that a good thing, she wants to know.”

“Tell her the spirit has returned to its roots,” Monk said.

“Is that supposed to be funny?” I asked.

“To us, it’s funny. To Kimmy, it fits in with her world vision.”

Sander chewed and swallowed a chunk of chicken. We all ate with the enthusiasm of

High Times devotees.

“This is great. Dinner with a pornographer and a ghostbuster. Then let Kimmy get her

revenge sex out of her system. Life is good,” Sander said.

“Count your blessings,” Monk said.


* * *

Life goes on. Weeks later. I’m adding more heated loins and rock-hards to all my

Amazon manuscripts. Turns out Monk had researched red-hot buzzwords and come up with the

top three for Search Engine Optimization. SEO searched my new title descriptions, my added

categories Sexy Thrillers and Erotica, and I sold more in a week than I had all year. I thought

Monk was joking that day. Nope. He’d done his homework. My homework. Amazon lets you

change your online books for free, change the descriptions and categories and even the cover, if

you do the work yourself. I was about to call him with the good news when I saw he’d called me

three times since I turned off my ringer. Kim twice in five minutes. Uh-oh.

I called Kimmy first.

“James, come over here please. Something awful has happened,” she said right off.

“What’s the matter, Kim?”

“Oswald. He’s dead. They shot him right in the backyard.”

“Who shot him?”

“The police. Monk is on his way. Sander is here, thank God. There’s cops and medics

everywhere. I need your help.”

“I’m on my way. Stay with the guys.”

“Bye. Hurry.”

I don’t know why I try to write fiction. Real life is stranger than anything I ever

imagined. Loins don’t even enter into the equation. I got my shit and headed out the door.

The scene was as she described. Cops and medics everywhere. I parked down the street

outside the police barriers. As I walked toward Kimmy’s house, I saw a gurney being wheeled

out near the open back end of the EMC vehicle. The patient was covered head-to-toe in a sheet

that had straps across the chest area and legs. Kimmy cried standing there, watching the body

being loaded for transport. Sander had an arm around her shoulders, and Monk stood next to

them, talking to a uniformed officer. He pointed to me and the officer gave a sign for the cop

guarding the perimeter to let me in.

Kim saw me and waited for me to approach before coming to give me an embrace. I felt

her sobbing. Kimmy was still a beautiful woman, and I remembered what a powerful crush I had

on her early in my high school years. Our parents forbade any concept of kissin’ cousins I

entertained and sent me away for a year until I got over it. Holding her and trying to convey

warm love now seemed so strange, a flashback of something I had flashed forward in a dream

twenty years ago.

“Oh James, it’s so horrid,” she said. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Sander and Monk joined us. “It’s kinda an accident,” Sander said.

Monk shook his head. “Accident? Try police over-reaction,” he said. “Oswald had come

to get some things he’d left. Kimmy had changed the locks. He tried the doors and then went

round to the windows looking for one to open. The nosey neighbor over there saw a man trying

to break and enter and called the police.”

“He was in the back garden,” Sander said. “He was using Kimmy’s Super Soaker to

water the plants. Cops arrive and he turned toward them holding the big Super Soaker and they

opened fire. Eight times. They shot him eight times.”

Kim sniffed. “I use the Super Soaker because the hose doesn’t reach, and with the Soaker

I can do all the hanging plants without dragging my little ladder around.”

“He was watering your garden?” I asked.

“He was shot watering the sprouts where Monk buried the spirit,” she said. “He was still

laying there next to them when we got here. He hadn’t even been covered yet. It looked so

awful.”

“Man, don’t ever turn to the cops holding anything,” Sander said. “They shot a guy

holding his cellphone last week. Ain’t no Dirty Harry in these parts.”

The cops eventually wrapped up their procedures and came over. Kim signed several

report forms Monk looked over first, and gave them back. Gradually the cop cars and EMC

vehicles all took off. Police tape barriers still hung from tree limbs.

“You can’t stay here,” I said to Kim.

“She’s coming to my place,” Sander said. “Her stuff’s there. Her comforter. She can’t

sleep without her comforter.”

She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be all right. But Monk. Please get that spirit plant

out of here. I don’t know how but I have a feeling the spirit made this happen.”

Monk nodded. “Of course I will, Kimmy. We’ll cleanse the area. James will help.”

She came to tell me goodbye. In her eyes, I thought I saw the teenage girl I’d loved once

come and go. “You really need to start answering your phone,” she scolded me. “You told me

you’d always be there but I called and called.”

“I’m a doofus,” I said. That made her smile. Her father had always called me Doofus.

“Monk, thank you for coming. Get Doofus to help. And…” she looked around. “Damn,”

she said. “The cops took my Super Soaker.”

“Come on, girl,” Sander said. “I’ll get you a real hose you can use everywhere.”

They left and Monk and I stood there. “Let’s head around back,” he said. “There’s a

digging tool I can use.”

“To remove the spirit,” I said. “Look, I’m going to go get some beer. We can put the spirit

in the bag and throw it away down the street.”

“You’re not leaving me alone here,” he said.

I could see he was serious. “Are you scared?”

“Fuck you,” he said, and turned and walked away to the back.

I knew Sander and Monk would be calling me Doofus from now on. I could picture

Oswald in the backyard, walking around, not sure what to do. Something inspired him to pick up

the Super Soaker, not knowing the cops were on the way. He watered the spirit plant, for

whatever reason. He heard someone behind him and turned to see if Kimmy was back and ended

up face-to-face with Doctor Doom. He saw the cops standing with weapons drawn pointing at

him, saw the muzzle flash, heard the noise about the same time he felt the impact. Eight shots hit

him, knocked him to the ground. What was that like, I wondered.

What did he think at the very end? Did he feel the victim of cruel fate? Or lying there, did

he welcome the end, to all pain, all fear, all love lost and never regained?

Friday, August 8, 2025

Biological warfare

 Biological warfare experiment

In late 1968 the Deseret Test Center conducted a biological warfare experiment at Yeehaw Junction, Florida. 

The experiment was part of Project 112 and was labelled DTC Test 69-75. Stem rust of wheat or Puccinia graminis tritici, was known as "Agent TX" and was being tested to determine its effectiveness against a wheat crop in time of war.

The tests were conducted over a period of one month from October 31 to December 1, 1968. Live agent was sprayed by a U.S. Air Force McDonnell Douglas F-4 Phantom fighter jet on seven different occasions and dead agent, consisting of spores that were killed by a gaseous mixture of ethylene oxide was sprayed four occasions. The stated objective of Deseret Test Center (DTC) Test 69-75 was to investigate the effectiveness of the F-4/A/B and 45Y-2/TX weapon systems to reduce soviet wheat crop yields in selected geographic areas. The objective was subdivided into other tasks: determine the downwind travel of agent TX released from the A/B 45Y-2 spray tank; estimate the yield reduction and loss of wheat crops attacked by the weapon system; study the effectiveness of killed TX as a simulant for agent TX; and, evaluate the adequacy to predict downwind dosages of TX.[8] The tests were unknown to local residents and officials until October 2002 when Senator Bill Nelson demanded details of the tests from the U.S. Department of Defense after knowledge of the test was eventually revealed during a larger congressional inquiry of potential effects on participating veterans of chemical and biological testing. Eglin Air Force BaseAvon Park Air Force Range Panama CityBelle Glade, and Fort Pierce, were additional sites in Florida of biological agent production and testing

Tuesday, August 5, 2025

Immigration

 The immigration problem in the USA is because we are GREAT. The Statue of Liberty is our avatar. The current events are not unique. The publicity regarding them is politically motivated and directly related to the Mariel Boatlift of 1980. As a major news story the boatlift got a lot of attention. The story was Castro was releasing criminals and insane people from his jails to save the Cuban economy. We still believe this is being done by every country. Border control becomes a national emergency. This is not true. Congress, both parties, are guilty for not finding solutions to the thousands of families trying to move to AMERICA. The criminal element of immigrants is statistically about the same as any USA region. Lying about it becomes political. Lying about it gets votes.




Research online is under attack. The truth is at risk. Use it before it is removed. 
To capitalize on the situation, start selling military weapons and safety equipment for the ICE agents. They were just awarded 9.7 BILLION dollars.  




Saturday, June 28, 2025

1968



January 21 - Battle of Khe Sanh – One of the most publicized and controversial battles of the war begins, ending on April 8.

                     A U.S. B-52 Stratofortress crashes in Greenland, discharging 4 nuclear bombs.


January 23 – North Korea seizes the USS Pueblo, claiming the ship violated its territorial waters while spying.


January 30 – The Tet Offensive begins as Viet Cong forces launch a series of surprise attacks across South Vietnam.


January 31 - Viet Cong soldiers attack the Embassy of the United States, Saigon.


February 1 - Execution of Nguyễn Văn Lém – A Viet Cong officer is summarily executed by Nguyễn Ngọc Loan, a South Vietnamese National Police Chief. The event is photographed by Eddie Adams. The photo makes headlines around the world, eventually winning the 1969 Pulitzer Prize, and sways U.S. public opinion against the war.

             The Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central Railroad merge to form Penn Central, the largest ever corporate merger up to this date.


February 8 – A civil rights demonstration on a college campus to protest racial segregation in South Carolina is broken up by highway patrolmen; three African American students are killed, the first instance of police killing student protestors at an American campus.


March 10 – Battle of Lima Site 85, the largest single ground combat loss of United States Air Force members (12) during the (at this time) secret war later known as the Laotian Civil War.


March 11 – U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnson mandates that all computers purchased by the federal government support the ASCII character encoding.


March 14 - Nerve gas leaks from the U.S. Army Dugway Proving Ground near Skull Valley, Utah.


March 16 - My Lai Massacre: American troops kill scores of civilians. The story will first become public in November 1969 and will help undermine public support for the U.S. efforts in Vietnam.

           U.S. Senator Robert F. Kennedy enters the race for the Democratic Party presidential nomination.


March 18 – Gold standard: The United States Congress repeals the requirement for a gold reserve to back U.S. currency.


March 19 - Students at Howard University in Washington, D.C., signal a new era of militant student activism on college campuses in the U.S. Students stage rallies, protests and a 5-day sit-in, laying siege to the administration building, shutting down the university in protest over its ROTC program and the Vietnam War, and demanding a more Afrocentric curriculum.


March 31 – In a televised address, U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnson announces that he will not be a candidate for re-election.


April 4 - Martin Luther King Jr. is shot dead at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee by James Earl Ray. King-assassination riots erupt in major American cities, lasting for several days afterwards.

          Apollo program: Apollo-Saturn mission 502 (Apollo 6) is launched, as the second and last uncrewed test-flight of the Saturn V launch vehicle.


April 6 - A shootout between Black Panthers and police in Oakland, California, results in several arrests and deaths, including 17-year-old Panther Bobby Hutton.

          Richmond, Indiana explosion: A double explosion in downtown Richmond caused by a methane leak kills 41 and injures 150.


April 18 – London Bridge is sold to U.S. entrepreneur Robert P. McCulloch for reconstructiion at Lake Havasu City, Arizona.


April 23 – Student protesters at Columbia University in New York City take over administration buildings and shut down the university.


April 26 – The nuclear weapon "Boxcar" is tested at the Nevada Test Site in the biggest detonation of Operation Crosstie.


May 3 – Braniff Flight 352 crashes near Dawson, Texas, United States, killing all 85 people on board.


May 17 – The Catonsville Nine enter the Selective Service offices in Catonsville, Maryland, take dozens of selective service draft records, and burn them with napalm as a protest against the Vietnam War.


May 18 - Mattel's Hot Wheels toy cars are introduced in the United States.


May 22 – The U.S. nuclear-powered submarine Scorpion sinks with 99 men aboard, 400 miles southwest of the Azores.


June 3 – Radical feminist Valerie Solanas shoots Andy Warhol at his New York City studio, The Factory; he survives after a 5-hour operation.


June 5 – Senator Robert F. Kennedy, a leading 1968 Democratic presidential candidate, is shot and killed at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles. Palestinian-born Sirhan Sirhan is arrested.


June 12 – The horror film Rosemary's Baby premieres in the U.S.


July 17 – Saddam Hussein becomes Vice Chairman of the Revolutionary Council in Iraq after a coup d'état.


July 18 – The semiconductor company Intel is founded in what becomes known as the Silicon Valley of California.


July 20 – The first International Special Olympics Summer Games are held at Soldier Field in Chicago, Ill, with about 1,000 athletes with intellectual disabilities.


July 23 – Black militants led by Fred (Ahmed) Evans engage in a fierce gunfight with police in the Glenville Shootout of Cleveland, Ohio, in the United States.


August 5 – The Republican National Convention in Miami Beach, Florida nominates Richard Nixon for U.S. president and Spiro Agnew for vice president.


August 22 – Police clash with anti-Vietnam War protesters in Chicago outside the 1968 Democratic National Convention, which nominates Hubert Humphrey for U.S. president and Edmund Muskie for vice president. The riots and subsequent trials are an essential part of the activism of the Youth International Party. "The whole world is watching!"


October 10 - Detroit Tigers win World Series in seven games.


October 11 - NASA launches Apollo 7, the first crewed Apollo mission (Wally Schirra, Donn Eisele, Walter Cunningham). Mission goals include the first live television broadcast from orbit and simulating lunar module rendezvous and docking, using the S-IVB rocket stage as a test target.


October 14 – The United States Department of Defense announces that the United States Army and United States Marines will send about 24,000 troops back to Vietnam for involuntary second tours.


October 16 - In Mexico City, African-American athletes Tommie Smith and John Carlos raise their fists in a Black Power salute after winning, respectively, the gold and bronze medals in the Olympic men's 200 metres.


October 18 – U.S. athlete Bob Beamon breaks the long jump world record by 55 cm / 21 ft 3⁄4 ins at the Olympics in Mexico City. His record stands for 23 years, and remains the second longest jump in history.


October 31 – Citing progress in the Paris peace talks, U.S. President Lyndon B. Johnson announces to the nation that he has ordered a complete cessation of "all air, naval, and artillery bombardment of North Vietnam" effective November 1.


November 5 - 1968 United States presidential election: Republican candidate Richard Nixon defeats the Democratic candidate, Vice President Hubert Humphrey.


November 17 - NBC cuts off the final 1:05 of an Oakland Raiders–New York Jets football game to broadcast the pre-scheduled Heidi movie. Fans are unable to see Oakland (which had been trailing 32–29) score 2 late touchdowns to win 43–32; as a result, thousands of outraged football fans flood the NBC switchboards to protest.


November 20 – The Farmington Mine disaster in Farmington, West Virginia, kills seventy-eight men.


November 22 - The Beatles White Album is released.


November 24 – 4 men hijack Pan Am Flight 281 from JFK International Airport, New York to Havana, Cuba.


December 9 – Douglas Engelbart publicly demonstrates his pioneering hypertext system, NLS, in San Francisco, together with the computer mouse, at what becomes retrospectively known as "The Mother of All Demos".


December 24 – The crewed U.S. spacecraft Apollo 8 enters orbit around the Moon. Astronauts Frank Borman, Jim Lovell and William Anders become the first humans to see the far side of the Moon and planet Earth as a whole, as well as having traveled further away from Earth than any people in history. Anders photographs Earthrise. The crew also give a reading from the Book of Genesis.


Births:

Cuba Gooding

Mary Lou Retton

Gary Coleman

Josh Brolin

Molly Ringwald

Celine Dion

Patricia Arquette

Anthony Michael Hall

Ashley Judd

Tony Hawk

Terry Crews

Gillian Anderson

Will Smith

Hugh Jackman

Tracy Morgan


Deaths:

Nick Adams

Neal Cassady

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Helen Keller

Robert F. Kennedy

Upton Sinclair

Tallulah Bankhead

John Steinbeck


R Crumb

 














 





1966

I was sixteen years old. 

January 10 - The House of Representatives of the US state of Georgia refuses to allow African-American representative Julian Bond to take his seat, because of his anti-war stance.


January 17 - A U.S. Air Force B-52 bomber collides with a KC-135 Stratotanker over Spain, dropping three 70-kiloton hydrogen bombs near the town of Palomares, and one into the sea. Carl Brashear, the first African-American United States Navy diver, is involved in an accident during the recovery of the latter, which results in the amputation of his leg.


January 29 - The Blizzard of '66. Thirty-six inches of snow fell in Richmond. everything closed. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_American_blizzard_of_1966


February 3 – The unmanned Soviet Luna 9 spacecraft makes the first controlled rocket-assisted landing on the Moon.


Feruary 7 - Lyndon B. Johnson of the United States and Nguyễn Cao Kỳ of South Vietnam convene with other officials in a summit in Honolulu, Hawaii to discuss the course of the Vietnam War.


March 1 - Soviet space probe Venera 3 crashes on Venus, becoming the first spacecraft to land on another planet's surface.


March 16 – NASA spacecraft Gemini 8 (David Scott, Neil Armstrong) conducts the first docking in space, with an Agena target vehicle.


March 26 – Demonstrations are held across the United States against the Vietnam War.


March 31 - The Soviet Union launches Luna 10, which becomes the first space probe to enter orbit around the Moon.


April 18 - The 38th Academy Awards ceremony is held in Santa Monica, California: The Sound of Music wins Best Picture.


April 21 - An artificial heart is installed in the chest of Marcel DeRudder in a Houston, Texas, hospital.


April 24 – Uniform daylight saving time is first observed in most parts of North America


May 15 - Tens of thousands of anti-war demonstrators again picket the White House, then rally at the Washington Monument.


May 16 - The Chinese Communist Party issues the 'May 16 Notice', marking the beginning of the Cultural Revolution.


In New York City, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. makes his first public speech on the Vietnam War.


May 28 - Fidel Castro declares martial law in Cuba because of a possible U.S. attack.


June 2 - Surveyor program: Surveyor 1 lands in Oceanus Procellarum on the Moon, becoming the first U.S. spacecraft to soft-land on another world.


June 5 – Gemini 9A: Gene Cernan completes the second U.S. spacewalk (2 hours, 7 minutes).


June 6 – Civil rights activist James Meredith is shot by a sniper while traversing Mississippi in the March Against Fear.


June 12 – Chicago's Division Street riots begin in response to police shooting of a young Puerto Rican man.


June 13 – Miranda v. Arizona: The Supreme Court of the United States rules that the police must inform suspects of their rights before questioning them.


June 29 - Vietnam War: U.S. planes begin bombing Hanoi and Haiphong.


June 30 - The National Organization for Women (NOW) is founded in Washington, D.C.


July 13 – In Chicago, United States, Richard Speck breaks into a nurses' dormitory and murders eight of the nine student nurses who live there.


July 18 - Gemini 10 (John Young, Michael Collins) is launched from the United States. After docking with an Agena target vehicle, the astronauts set a world altitude record of 474 miles (763 km).


July 24 - A USAF F-4C Phantom #63-7599 is shot down by a North Vietnamese SAM-2 45 miles (72 km) northeast of Hanoi, the first loss of a U.S. aircraft to a Vietnamese surface-to-air missile in the Vietnam War.


July 28 – The U.S. announces that a Lockheed U-2 reconnaissance plane has disappeared over Cuba.


Julky 29 - Bob Dylan is injured in a motorcycle accident near his home in Woodstock, New York. He is not seen in public for over a year.


August 1 - Sniper Charles Whitman kills 15 people and wounds 31 from roof of the University of Texas at Austin Main Building tower in the United States, after earlier killing his wife and mother.


August 5 – The Caesars Palace hotel and casino opens in Las Vegas, United States.


August 6- Braniff International Airways Flight 250 crashes in Falls City, Nebraska, United States, killing all 42 of those on board.


August 10 – Lunar Orbiter 1, the first U.S. spacecraft to orbit the Moon, is launched.

            The Beatles hold a press conference in Chicago, during which John Lennon apologizes for his "more popular than Jesus" remark, saying, "I didn't mean it as a lousy anti-religious thing."


August 29 – The Beatles end their U.S. tour with a concert at Candlestick Park in San Francisco. It is their last performance as a live touring band.


October 1 – West Coast Airlines Flight 956 crashes with 18 fatal injuries and no survivors 5.5 miles (8.9 km) south of Wemme, Oregon, the first loss of a DC-9.


October 6 - LSD is made illegal in the United States and controlled so strictly that not only are possession and recreational use criminalized, but all legal scientific research programs on the drug in the country are shut down as well.

            The Love Pageant Rally takes place in the Panhandle of Golden Gate Park (a narrow section that projects into San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury district).


October 15 – Bobby Seale and Huey P. Newton found the Black Panther Party in the United States.


October 27 - Walt Disney records his final filmed appearance prior to his death, detailing his plans for EPCOT, a utopian planned city to be built in Florida.


November 8 – Screen actor Ronald Reagan is elected Governor of California.


November 15 – Gemini 12 (James A. Lovell, Buzz Aldrin) splashes down safely in the Atlantic Ocean, 600 km (370 mi) east of the Bahamas.


November 27 – The Washington Redskins defeat the New York Giants 72–41 in the highest scoring game in National Football League history.


November 28 – Truman Capote's Black and White Ball ("The Party of the Century") is held in New York City.


December 5 – The U.S. Supreme Court rules in Bond v. Floyd that the Georgia House of Representatives must seat Julian Bond, having violated his First and Fourteenth Amendment rights.


December 18 – How the Grinch Stole Christmas, narrated by Boris Karloff, is shown for the first time on CBS in the United States. It becomes a Christmas tradition.


December 26 – The first Kwanzaa is celebrated by Maulana Karenga, founder of Organization US (a black nationalist group) and chair of Black Studies at California State University, Long Beach, from 1989 to 2002.


Births:

Rainn Wilson

Cindy Crawford

Tia Leoni

Janet Jackson

John Cusack

Mike Tyson

Halle Berry

Selma Hayek

Adam Sandler

Luke Perry

David Schwimmer

Kiefer Sutherland


Deaths:

Buster Keaton

Ed Wynn

Lenny Bruce

Walt Disney


Tuesday, March 4, 2025

The Apprentice Fraud


After experiencing a series of financial setbacks in the early 1990s, New York real-estate developer Donald Trump changed his business strategy from borrowing to build and purchase assets, to licensing his name to others. Producer Mark Burnett approached Trump about a new television show. Although Trump was skeptical, stating that reality television "was for the bottom-feeders of society", Burnett proposed that Trump appear as himself, a successful businessman with a luxurious lifestyle.

After his non-disclosure agreement expired in 2024, Bill Pruitt, one of the four producers of the first two seasons of The Apprentice, revealed that Trump's appearances were heavily edited in post-production. On location, Pruitt noted, "he could barely put a sentence together about how a task would work" and often struggled to remember contestants' names. Post-production editing enhanced his dialogue, feeding him lines to make him appear "articulate and concise." Additionally, Trump's actual offices were too cramped and the furniture too shabby for a show meant to "demonstrate impeccable business instincts and unparalleled wealth." As a result, the production team rented vacant Trump Tower retail space from Trump and constructed the illusion of a luxurious reception area and boardroom.

Friday, February 21, 2025

The new war


  

   "The very 'rules of war' have changed. The role of non-military means of achieving political and strategic goals has grown, and, in many cases, they have exceeded the power of force of weapons in their effectiveness.  All this is supplemented by military means of a concealed character, including carrying out actions of informational conflict and the actions of special operations forces.  Collective intelligence, dynamics of the crowd in participatory systems such as social media, have immense power to support a collective action – such as foment a political change"

    ~ General Valery Gerasimov, the chief of the general staff of the Russian Federation, in the "Military-Industrial Kurier“ February 27, 2013.


These are the same tactics Donald Trump is using today. 

Friday, February 14, 2025

Lying King

 


grifter (noun)
A con man. Someone who pulls confidence games.
A person who swindles you by means of deception or fraud.

Alcohol

 



People with alcohol-related brain damage (ARBD) or alcohol-related dementia (ARD) may repeat themselves due to memory problems. Alcohol can damage the brain, especially if consumed heavily over many years. 

Explanation

Blackouts

Alcohol can cause blackouts, which are periods of time when someone can't remember what happened. 

Wernicke-Korsakoff syndrome (WKS)

This syndrome is a type of ARD that can cause memory loss, delirium, and hallucinations. People with WKS may repeat questions or comments during a conversation. 

Alcohol-related brain impairment (ARBI)

This condition can cause difficulty learning new information, focusing, and retrieving information from memory. 

Alcohol-related brain damage (ARBD)

This condition can cause memory and thinking problems, including confabulation, which is when someone makes errors when recalling information. 

Other effects of alcohol

Alcohol can also cause chemical imbalances in the brain, which can make it hard to stop drinking. Other effects of alcohol include: 

anxiety, sleep disturbances, pain, feelings of illness, irritability, and emotional pain.

Thursday, February 13, 2025

THE MAELSTROM

In 1803 the townspeople in Richmond, Virginia, were roused from their beds by a fire alarm and were able to view a very rich display between 1 and 3 o'clock. The meteors "seemed to fall from every point in the heavens, in such a manner as to resemble a shower of sky rockets."


 "Long ago, a massive perturbation of orbits in the Oort Cloud, perhaps triggered by a passing star or a tiny black hole, sent millions of comets hurtling towards the sun.  As they crossed the paths of the planets, some struck with the force of unimaginable explosions, gouging out craters hundreds of miles across and irrevocably altering the delicate balance of planetary orbits.  Those that reached the sun were torn apart by its gravity, their icy bodies fractured into countless fragments that were flung back into the Oort Cloud in vast, elliptical trajectories.  These icy shrapnel, a ghostly armada of cosmic debris, now returns.  Over millennia, they will bombard the inner planets once more, a relentless storm of impacts that will reshape the face of Earth.  New mountain ranges will rise from the shattered crust, while devastating earthquakes and volcanic eruptions will tear the land apart.  The very air will be thick with dust and ash, blotting out the sun.  This cosmic maelstrom will last for centuries, a period of unparalleled geological upheaval that will test the very limits of life's resilience."


 



The backside of the Moon. 

It may be that the theoretical "ninth planet" is a tiny black hole. Invisible to astronomers but Stellar-mass black holes are typically in the range of 10 to 100 solar masses. If in orbit about our own Sun and within the Oort Cloud its orbit could be thousands of years.

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

Brunswick Stew



4-6 quarts chicken broth
2 pounds boneless, cooked chicken, roughly chopped
2 quarts canned, diced tomatoes
1 cup chopped onion
3 cups fresh or frozen white potatoes, peeled and diced
1 quart frozen or canned butter beans, drained
1 quart frozen or 
canned whole kernel corn, drained

5 tablespoons sugar
kosher salt to taste
coarse black pepper to taste
crushed red pepper to taste


Place all ingredients in a large stockpot, starting with 4 quarts of chicken broth. Bring to a boil, and reduce heat to a simmer. Cook, uncovered, 1½-2 hours, until it becomes thick.

Add the remaining chicken broth, if desired, 1 quart at a time. Return to a simmer for an additional half hour before serving.

This stew also can be frozen.


Farm Bureau of Virginia


Monday, February 3, 2025

Life During Wartime

 Life During Wartime                                           story             Neil Crabtree


My neighbor Skylar is a Florida cracker from way back, descendant of a long line of rednecks on both sides of the family. From what he’s told me, the line between both sides of the family may have been crossed several times during the previous century. But he’s sharp enough, and funny as hell if, like me, you are an Anglo Saxon in constant need of sunscreen. Our houses are on lots side by side, our driveways run parallel, and if one of us forgets to put out the cans on garbage day, the other usually will just go ahead and put the cans from both houses out to the curb. We grill together, though not as much as before the recent election. His TRUMP flag still flies and he’s less obnoxious now that his side won. Jokes about the opposing sides have stopped being funny. We’d rather talk about football than the state of the union. 

There had been a grounds crew that took care of all the houses in our cul-de-sac, but since the end of January we had not seen them. They would come every Wednesday morning and spray grass and dust all over our cars. My landlord told me most of the workers had been rounded up by ICE to be deported. Skylar acted surprised.

“I never thought they was illegal,” he told me, as he helped me unload boxes of books from my car trunk. “Hell, that one boy helped me move the boat trailer into the back yard without asking for anything. I gave him five bucks and a cold cola and you’d think I was Santa Claus. Manuel told me the others were brothers and cousins. Primos, he called them. Like good dope, but cousins.”

“Trump said he was going to deport the illegals,” I pointed out. 

“The daddy was illegal,” Skylar said in frustration. “Manuel was born at Jackson like the rest of his kin,” Skylar said. “Now what are we supposed to do? The Haitians are in more trouble than the Greasers. They’re rounding ‘em up by the truckload. Who’s going to cut our lawns?”

“There’s always people looking for work,” I said.

“You know what white men charge to do yard work? Prices will double.”

“Some kids will come around.”

“Forget it. We’re running out of darkies.”

Darkies was the term Skylar applied to any non-white person. Latinos, Arabs, Hawaiians, if there was one drop of black blood, the people may not look black, but they were definitely darkies. Darkies encompassed the spectrum of objectionable people from black to swarthy. You didn’t have to be African to be different.  Indian qualified. Either kind. The formal term in the old days was Colored People, those not allowed to use White bathrooms or water fountains. Nowadays we say People of Color on TV, darkies in Skylar’s house.

Deporting children born in the United States of illegal aliens had just become common, but the guilt it caused to civil-minded folks felt uncomfortable, like a deal that had been welched on. Every day it seemed there came another offensive action from the Trump administration. Proud Boys openly threatened the judges and congress people who had sent them to prison. Climate Change could not be mentioned even when the weather made it obvious something major had gone wrong. The Gulf of Mexico was now the Gulf of America, for no other reason than the President thought it sounded nice.

“Going to have to change a lot of geography books,” Skylar told me when he heard about it. 

“Why not? They’re already re-writing the history books,” I said.

“That’s just more of that MSNBC misinformation.”

“When did you ever watch MSNBC?” I asked.

“I don’t have to. The President has his own news agency.”

That part was true. Misinformation could be had twenty-four hours a day, sent from on-high, from the Chosen One. The news he gave out often conflicted with the news given out by networks we’d watched our whole lives. The Trumpers did not care. The media had always been biased against their point-of-view. Now it all balanced out. 

“I’m going to buy a lawn mower,” I told Skylar. 

“Hell, I may have one in my storage unit. I’ll check. We can both use it.”

“Works for me.”

“I feel sorry for Manuel,” he said. “Imagine. He’s being deported to a country he’s never seen.”

“Him. And a million other kids.”

“I hate to think about him landing in some shithole country like Nicaragua or something. It’s going to be hard to earn a living. We should give them all a hundred bucks on the way out.” Skylar looked around. “The Golden Age of America,” he said.

“Thanks for helping with these books,” I said. “They’re damn heavy.”

“Where did you get all them?’

“The high school has to get rid of them. They’ll give them to you free if you’ll haul them away.”

“What’s wrong with them?”

“They’re WOKE. Too WOKE for teenagers to read.”

“Jesus. My sister would be happy to get her daughters to read anything,” he said. “They spend all day on their little phones. Come to visit and I hardly get a peep out of either one. We used to play softball together, not five years ago. We’d talk about things. I don’t know what’s going on these days.”

I could see something going on behind his eyes, a shadow not caused by any visible cloud.

“Skylar, you and your family are welcome to as many books as you’d like. Whatever is leftover I’ll take to Eunice to sell at the Dollar-A-Book sale.” Eunice operated the last used bookstore in Miami and sold herbal tea remedies and kombucha her husband made fresh each week. People brought her their used books and she gave them a store-credit against any purchases they made. Once a month she ran a Dollar-A-Book sale and gave the money she raised to the Redlands Animal Shelter. Skylar bought books about fishing, about grilling and about the Civil War. He knew a lot about the Confederacy and the different battles. He was a TarHeel from Carolina, and I’d been born and raised in Virginia, mostly around Petersburg, home of the Centre Hill Mansion, and the Crater, where Union troops led by Pennsylvania miners dug a tunnel under the Confederate camp and filled it with dynamite. The Yankees blew up the dynamite and rushed the huge crater they’d created, only to find the Rebs had learned of their plot and were able to attack from the high ground at the edge and massacre the Union men. Skylar had actually visited there and had a collection of Minie balls and shrapnel purchased at the roadside stands. We each had a tradition of Lost Causes that spanned generations, as ingrained as our politeness and taste for salty Smithfield ham. Elvis singing Dixie could move either of us to tears.

“Things will get better,” Skylar said. “Cold beer helps me think. I got a half a cooler full of tallboys. Want a beer? Here, let me help.”

As I got the hand truck under the boxes of books, we could see an unmarked car with blue lights flashing behind the grill, parked at the end of the street, motor running, but no one getting in or out. Just two dark shapes, talking on cellphones, sitting and waiting for orders.

“Now we have something to fear besides Fear Itself,” I said.

“I’m afraid you’ll get us both in trouble with your leftist bullshit.”

I thought for a second. “Yeah,” I said. “Me too.”

“More hand truck and less jerking me around, we’ll get to that beer cooler yet.”

He pushed the stack of boxes back toward me but was unsure I could handle the load. 

“I’m feeling more Mexican already,” he said. “Here. Let me get that. You’ll dump the whole thing bigger than hell.”

He came and took the hand truck and the stack of full cardboard boxes from me.

“I’ll get the door,” I said.

“Grassy ass, Seen-your,” he said and pushed the pile forward, then stopped. “Look what they’re doing.” He rested the load. 

Down the street, a van had pulled up next to the parked car. Three uniformed men got out and headed up the driveway of the corner house. A dark-skinned man came out of the house with his hands up and was seized immediately. Two spun him around and handcuffed both wrists behind his back, yelling at him the whole time. The men from the car went into the open house door and came out with an elderly lady between them. More unmarked cars with flashing lights arrived, two, three of them, and armed uniformed men entered the premises. They came out again with a young dark-skinned boy in shorts and a Dolphin jersey, and a young woman carrying a baby in her arms. Female officers came from one of the cars and helped get the family into the police van. The original tenant kept yelling at the officers until they marched him to the first car and shoved him into the back seat. Then several officers cleared a way for the vehicles to come down our street and go around the big tree right in front of Skylar’s house to circle out of the cul-de-sac. In the backseat we saw the dark-skinned man and he looked at us both for help we could not give. The car and the van were leaving while cop cars with flashing lights kept arriving, uniformed men and women standing around talking. From inside the house there came a gunshot and a yelp of a wounded animal. Another gunshot then silence. The street cops headed into the house, weapons ready. We could hear radio chatter all the way down the street.

“Jesus,” Skylar said. “They shot the dog.”

I started to head into the street but Skylar grabbed my arm tight and would not let go.

“Don’t do it, man,” he said, pulling me close. “They’re like sharks. They’ve tasted blood.”

“They have no right to do this,” I started to say, then I saw the look in his eyes.

“Let’s get your WOKE books outta the driveway,” he said, and pushed the full hand truck to my front door. I helped him get up the front step. Inside, he wheeled the stack against the wall, then headed straight to the liquor cabinet. He liked my Bob Dylan bourbon and knew we were both ready for a shot.

“I saw that guy in Publix this morning. He’d won a hundred bucks on a scratch-off and was happy as hell,” Skylar said. “I patted him on the back, said I needed some of that luck. He just kept smiling. Seemed like an OK dude. At least he got the hundred bucks.”

Several ICE and law enforcement vehicles came down the circle and sped away. At least one had a camera mounted on the dashboard. There were still cars at the house. I locked the front door, for all the good it would do. Luck seemed a funny thing, but not the kind that makes you laugh. A family taken away, a dog shot dead. I felt the way I did after I got T-boned in my Toyota on Bird Road by a woman who thought she could beat traffic. Blind-sided and spun around and hurt in too many places to count.

“Better days,” Skylar toasted, and we knocked back the first of many rounds.



Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Branches

Government authority is distributed between several branches to prevent power from being concentrated in the hands of a single person. In a presidential system, the leader of the executive is both the head of state and federal government. Executive orders are subject to judicial review and may be overturned if the orders lack support by statute or the Constitution.  The United States Constitution does not have a provision that explicitly permits the use of executive orders.