On Monday afternoon the president tweeted, “A great day at the White House!”, the social media equivalent of whistling in the dark. “I’m not afraid” it seemed to say. But the jig is up, Trump is scared. After Friday’s most recent failure to repeal and replace Obamacare, and with Trump’s own Republican member John McCain delivering its death blow, it should have been a quiet weekend, perhaps one of reflection for the president, or for any president.
I knew there were no tapes. Most people knew, but we played along. It was a news byte, tension, suspense, intrigue, all the hallmarks of a good television show or film. Wait! Trump is now president, this isn’t either of those. Then why the charade? What may be good marketing in private industry is unconscionable form for the president of the United States. Continue reading “Planet of the Tapes”→
Covfefe. Yes, I said it, blurting it out for the world to hear as the pot of my homemade spaghetti sauce hit the floor, the cupboards, my shoes and suit, avoiding the kitchen apron I wore. My dinner guest stood at the doorway, her mouth covered, laughing. Yes, the perfect evening was ruined. Covfefe.
But why covfefe? Because as a writer this latest addition to the vernacular has dogged, plagued and riddled my life with an unanswerable question ever since Trump’s notorious midnight tweet of May 31 reading: “Despite the constant negative press covfefe.” Then nothing. That morning, the original tweet deleted, the president followed up: “Who can figure out the true meaning of ‘covfefe’??? Enjoy!” Continue reading “The True Meaning of Covfefe (Figured Out)”→
The walls are closing in. To the once real estate mogul turned world leader it must feel akin to sharks circling for a hostile takeover, but in reality they are the walls of President Trump’s own engineering, perhaps the only ones he will ever be able to build.
The rumors abound—the president is snapping at people, bodies are falling left and right. Next he’ll be speaking to portraits of the great leaders that line the White House corridors and, whether or not they speak back, Trump will refuse to listen.
In 1957 Canadian Prime Minister Lester B. Pearson won the Nobel Peace Prize for his role as Canada’s External Affairs Minister, expounding upon what would later become known as a doctrine of non-interference.That policy has been reflected in Canada’s refusal to participate in the Vietnam War and more recently, our refusal to invade Iraq under the guise of ridding the world of weapons of mass destruction.
In 1951 Robert Wise directed the first incarnation of The Day the Earth Stood Still. If you’re as old as me, you may have seen it years later, perhaps late night on your parents’ TV set after everyone had gone to bed. Regardless, it would have given you chills.
A spaceship with single alien and giant robot protector lands in Washington D.C., explaining that due to the human races’ progress in atomic energy we have now become a danger to the universe and ourselves. The alien warns us that if we do not change our ways, we are doomed to extinction either at our own hands or through theirs. Fiction quickly became fact some 12 years later amidst the Cuban Missile Crisis when Continue reading “Did Hollywood Anticipate Trump’s Paris Accord Debacle…twice?”→
In 1958 the Avro Arrow was destined to become one of the world’s finest interceptor jets, except the project never got off the ground, so to speak. February 20, 1959, the day the Canadian government cancelled production of this Cold War plane came to be known as Black Friday, the day thousands of employees, laborers, scientists, and engineers alike were scattered in the wind.