May 18, 2018 ten innocent lives murdered, by a kid with a gun in the state of Texas, and the Governor, looking all wholesome, yet haggard, wearing his polo shirt with his name Greg Abbott engraved upon the pocket, just to make sure we knew exactly who the guy bull shitting us really was, said that “he'll host a series of discussions at the Capitol this week on issues like arming teachers, school safety measures, mental health and bullying.” All day during that rampage where the 2nd Amendment was enjoyed by two Americans, all we witnessed on television were red banners flashing that Breaking News was happening, we speculated, suggested and of course debated and DEBATED, how this could happen once again. But we were promised by Governor Greg Abbott, THIS time the shit that hit the fan would not easily be wiped away. I remember, on a quiet rainy fall afternoon, my Grandma Braff sitting at the card table playing solitaire, the house was that Pittsburgh rainy day gloomy grey, the only noise we could hear was the dripping of the hard rain drops on our rotted gutter, and suddenly Grandma Braff, apparently bored with her game of cards, saying, “Nu, your mother said she would be home soon and we could do something!” "I don’t want to call her a liar, but WHEN?”
During the WWII the United States decided that Internment Camps were a very generous American way of protecting Japanese Americans from and violence of discrimination that might come their way, because after all we were at war with Japan. These camps of course were not like the inhuman and non-tolerable Concentration Camps used by the German, because of the main fact, that it was us the Americans detaining people, and our hearts were in the right place, not dwelling in some dark deceitful dank Nazi oriented environment. Currently in the year 2018, in a place called Trump Land, we now have decided that the American way to handle our perceived enemies is to teach them a lesson and separate husband from wife, children from parents, sending some to prisons, and others to a much nice place called tents cities, vacant warehouses, or far away army bases too costly to keep updated for our Troops. Often times my Grandma Braff, wold visit and the few times when she arrived her red lipstick was not as shiny and thick as usual. She would first apologize then stand in front of the mirror in hanging in the hall closet, remove her lipstick from her “pocket book”, and as she applied the fire engine red gloss to her lips would mutter, “I don’t understand Rose Schwartz, she says that her daughter can visit her, but not her son-in-law or the older grandson, yet Rose has the nerve to tell me she IS the best grandmother in the world!”
It is a gloomy overcast day in LA, a safe city in the time of Trump. Now there will not be a Korean summit, as if there ever was intended to be one. Now once again some secret agent’s name will be made public as was the case with Valerie Plame during the Bush Administration. Now we find that after all of his amnesia Jared Kushner will receive a top level super-duper security clearance. In Iowa a six week old fetus has rights, and its mother could go to jail. Nothing changes for the better, it just seems that the same old shit changes names or odor, and falls in the cesspool which has become America. My Grandma Braff, would use the phrase “Tut-Tut, PHEY, and tell us, obey the law, until the law does not obey you. I know this works because, all of you are here with me. Had I obeyed the law, I would not be your Grandma Braff, but some other precious grandchildren’s Grandma Ofstrosky! I will resist, because my freedom depends upon it!
