There’s an old adage about a vat of wine standing next to a vat of sewage. Add a cup of wine to the sewage, and it is still sewage. But add a cup of sewage to the wine, and it is no longer wine but sewage. Is this what Donald Trump has done to our politics?
If you travel just a stone’s throw away from downtown Wenatchee, the business-lined streets soon turn into farmland, with countless apple, cherry, and pear trees and grape vines spanning both sides of the road. One of those farms belongs to the family-run, Foreman Fruit Co.
Donald Trump apparently wants to institute something akin to Jim Crow discrimination against Muslims, including those who are citizens of the United States. Is this what the Republican Party wants as well?
Months before the 1940 Republican convention nominated Wendell Willkie, Alice Roosevelt Longworth, Theodore Roosevelt’s waspish daughter, said that Willkie’s support sprang “from the grass roots of a thousand country clubs.” There actually was a Republican establishment in 1940, when GOP elites created a nominee ex nihilo.
This is a sweet time of year. There is sun, but not too warm, a cooling breeze, flowers, green grass on the hills, and sweet, sweet cherries. We love cherries, and it’s just as well, because our orchards produce the best cherries in the world. These are the cherries the world loves.
Tom Robbins took a very difficult job at a very difficult time. He became Wenatchee’s chief of police in 2001, when the department had suffered years of tension and scandal, persistent bludgeoning in the media and courts, with public confidence at the lowest possible ebb and officer morale on the bottom step. And he came in smiling.
We tell ourselves we don’t know how to stop them. Even as mass shootings happen seemingly one after another we sit, dumfounded. The horrible massacre in Orlando that took the lives of 49 innocent people is beyond our understanding. Hate is strong and pervasive, we know. Easy access to destructive weapons is the poison that enables irrational rage to turn into mass fatalities. But just at the time when we should act to protect ourselves and our neighbors, we are locked into ceaseless argument and acrimony.
I’m through. The job’s done. Technically, according to the medical records, I am still a father. Someone still calls me dad, and for that I am grateful, but it feels like an honorary title. The one who calls me dad is grown, married, gone to some exotic faraway place to seek her fortune and build her own life and family, so I am dad in name only. There is no dad stuff for me to do, no fathering, no more posing as a strong, manly figure. The one who calls ...
When in his 1964 GOP acceptance speech Barry Goldwater declared that “extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice,” a reporter sitting near journalist/historian Theodore White famously exclaimed: “My God, he’s going to run as Barry Goldwater!”