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When the Nobel literature prize couldn't make readers smile again
Sunday, October 13, 2019 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Billy Orton -- an obscure novelist writing absurd political satire -- knows what it’s like to lose, but rarely would his “post gender” fiction pose a direct slap against the Nobel Academy that announced the 2018 and 2019 literature awards just days ago.
After a sex scandal and money laundering prompted the Nobel Academy to postpone any literature award last year, eyes popped open with the selection of a controversial figure for the 2019 award.
The Nobel Prize in Literature 2019 was awarded to Peter Handke, of Austria, which the Academy sited, "for an influential work that with linguistic ingenuity has explored the periphery and the specificity of human experience.
Now, literary critics, political figures, historians, and others blast the choice, as Handke is considered an apologist of genocidal slaughter that followed the collapse of Yugoslavia, and paint a nationalism and view of women that rise beyond debates of who wins such awards.
In the United States, PEN America president and Pulitzer Prize winner Jennifer Egan broke the group’s tradition of silence, to slam the choice.
“We reject the decision that a writer who has persistently called into question thoroughly documented war crimes deserves to be celebrated for his ‘linguistic ingenuity,’” said Egan, following the October 10th announcement of the controversial selection. “At a moment of rising nationalism, autocratic leadership, and widespread disinformation around the world, the literary community deserves better than this. We deeply regret the Nobel Committee on Literature’s choice.”
So how would an obscure novelist writing absurd political fiction have anything to add?
More than a year ago, Billy Orton wrote to the Swedish Academy, urging them to award the prize to “post gender” writers, to coin the phrase and, in so doing, set forth a movement where it doesn’t matter what a character IS, but rather when one DOES.
In three of his novels, two women fall in love, marry, and have a child, while enduring sexual assault and social attacks simply for who they love.
In a pair of letters to the Swedish Academy sent a year before Handke gained legendary fame (and a million dollars), Billy admitted “a snowflakes chance in Hell.” While his own letter to Sweden made himself ineligible, he urged selection of several writers who could define the new perspective, and thus change writing forever.
“I’m used to riding a horse to charge against windmills,” said Billy, whose third novel, Angel Baby , puts a complete dork onto the saddle to cross America on horseback. “Don Quixote would grimace.”
While thousands have picked up Orton’s novels, getting rich is as likely to result in winning the Nobel as getting a fat paycheck from Washington, as his own race for Congress is as ridiculous as his political fiction.
“A writer’s gotta dream,” said Orton, who is a “New Skool” Republican in a crowded field running for California’s 44th Congressional district, which stretches from San Pedro to the Watts Towers, for what the press describe as “the most Democratic seat in the nation.”
“I leave the debate to the significant Croatian population in San Pedro over how to measure the 2019 award,” said Billy Orton, who spent 25 years in the area as a political deputy to five elected Democrats. “The one thing that’s true about Peter Handke is that no one is laughing.”
BILLY’S ORIGINAL LETTERS TO THE SWEDISH ACADEMY....
LETTER -- September 10, 2018
Anders Olsson, Permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy
Louise Hedberg, Administrative Director
P.O. Box 2118
SE-103 13 Stockholm
Dear Mr. Olsson and Ms. Hedberg:
Below is text of a letter sent to the
As part of the catharsis, I posted on a Facebook page that I use for my four novels, in which "post gender" fiction appears as the defining title of the page itself.
In today's post, I stepped further than the letter below, suggesting that the Academy consider selection of a group of writers, for the 2018 literature prize. Since the Academy decided to hold that decision for the later announcement, my hope is that you would announce the 2018 prize to coin the phrase, "post gender" fiction.
I am not alone at viewing love and courage as outranking hatred and gender domination. And while I may be the first writer using that phrase, I'm sure that your Academy could quickly determine a group of distinguished writers who bring meaning to that coined phrase.
Understanding that you rules are clear, I offer this earlier letter, and these words, in hope that whomsoever you view as worthy of a prize to coin this phrase, that you would perhaps consider the kindness of an invitation to attend the spoken gleaming joy of the ultimate winner(s).
Thank you for your consideration of the 2018 recipient as being the way in which "post gender" fiction comes into defined existence.
With kindest regards,
just an obscure novelist
LETTER -- September 9, 2018
To the Academy,
As I understand, nominations for your award of literature and peace and others are made not by the potential recipient, but observers. Thus, I know that to send anything to your Academy is but an act of gratitude.
Since your respect of the written word is funded by the man who created the ultimate explosive, words of another obscure novelist -- a Russian, of the book, "We" -- said that, "Words are more powerful then dynamite, for dynamite explodes only once, and words explode a thousand times."
I send this to you today as a novel that was first published in 2014 seems to be speaking directly to the charade of hate to mask the ill deeds of beasts. The book now called "Angel Baby" came out when Joseph G. Biden Jr was the American Vice President. The appearance of Joseph F. Biden Jr would seem more than a coincidence, the book gave no attention to the beast now serving as the nation's president. The finished text first appeared on New Years Day 2015, and the attached blurb of the book appeared a couple months later. Since I worked in politics for 25 years and certainly recognized the rich New York man who later took control of his party, and the nation, he was unworthy of attention as a character within my third novel, as he was a clown, unlikely to win a nomination, let alone take the presidency.
Instead, a character named "Dick Bomber" first appeared in my second novel, as a congressman who repeatedly attempts to rape a soldier, and exercises absolute domination and power to imprison the victim. Sadly, only in fiction does a "post gender" story come true. I may be the first to use that phrase, but I am not the only writer who believes that love is not determined by sex and gender, but the heart and love. Heroism does not belong to only one soul. Thus, the rise of two women as heroes seem but fiction.
I didn't expect to write a fourth novel, as I suffered a massive stroke and -- the day after going to the hospital -- had my brain sliced open for emergency surgery. On New Years Day 2016, while hobbling in a hospital for weeks, I found myself the luckiest soul in America, for while everyone else had to endure the most miserable election in the nation's history, I simply had to learn to read and walk and talk again. While I did use writing as an exercise, the greatest asset of the stroke was that it told me to let go of selfishness and arrogance. I needed exactly what that stroke gave me, which is that every character, every word, and every sentence must be aggressively edited, for the failure of the eyes and brain and fingers mean that the lack of discipline will leave each letter and word botched.
While I paid exactly zero attention to the presidential election, I did use the novel as the method to test long-form writing. The short-form -- of press releases and letters -- seemed to have returned. But the 30,000 words of the fourth book -- "Lambchop Battles the Sexist Pigs -- Love & Hate in America" -- was fun, and went into publication the day before an Inaugural, but it's not particularly good, and was the opening third of a story that might be worth telling, focused on the question of, "What happens if hate wins the White House?"
With a fourth novel that used earlier work to gut-and-amend as a writing exercise, I had to return to the third novel, which I aggressively edited. I send you the final text, but aside from the appearance of Groucho, Harpo, and Chico, all other characters and scenes existed in 2014. I edited every sentence, and added scenes to weave in the "Jewish Angel Brothers," but even "Nixon's Ghost" and the absurd "White House Lame Duck Masquerade Ball" all were in place, as was the brutal sexual predator, Dick Bomber. Thus the work that I send would appear to directly target the current President, but it had nothing to do with the man who now is the Hater-in-Chief.
I send it today knowing that my own name will not join Bob Dylan or Winston Churchill, as a recipient, nor share in recognition with El Senor Nobel -- Gabriel Garcia Marquez -- the love of magical realism and absurdity to target the otherwise brutal reality of politics and power. But the use of a U.S. Senate confirmation hearing as the opener of my novel and the chest-pounding of a sexual predator to spew hatred as a tool of division appear in the front page of the New York Times today.
Dick Bomber ain't just fiction. It may be that few read my books, and likely that no one will remember my name. Indeed, sending this to you is my own act of catharsis, for the question of a secret bombing of Cambodia is the fulcrum of my story, as Nixon's Ghost must face the impact of his own ill deeds. That he utters the words, "Maybe the Cambodians deserved a little better" makes the ghost a character who rises, like Ethos, to have learned the meaning of true greatness, and that the smell of one's own shit disappears only when the flowers of an apology blossom.
Unlike Nixon's Ghost, the American president yesterday brought laughter to the members of the United Nations as he spews his own ill will. And like Dick Bomber, the President spewed hatred to lash out as a woman who sits at the chair of a Senate confirmation hearing to present the question of whether "post gender" will ever be something other then fiction.
Thank you for taking time to read this obscure novelist's letter. I know that rules mean the letter itself is just that, a letter to you. But I hope that "post gender" can be seen as a genre of fiction worthy of your eyes. While I am not the only writer of that realm, I may simply be the first to coin the phrase. And like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde, the character of Dick Bomber may be the phrase etched into the false stones that the current president hammers upon, when his lackies begged for his name to receive the Nobel for Peace, after having lunch with the insane leader of a rogue nuclear power. The only question is, "Why one is insane?"
Thank you for the courtesy of your time.
With kindest regards,
Long Beach CA
The week that changed a Groucho Marxist’s campaign for Congress
Tuesday, October 1, 2019 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- As political mushroom clouds rose over Washington, an obscure novelist running as a Republican in California’s 44th congressional district -- described by the press as, “the most Democratic seat in the nation” -- noticed a fundamental shift in the battle for a “second place” finish in the upcoming March 3rd 2020 primary.
Donald Trump’s hardest week exploded with accusation and threats, while in California, a “Billy vs. Billy” battle that no one is noticing had began.
People will remember the President admitting to chit-chats with Ukraine’s leader. Some even paid attention to the Chairman of the House Intelligence Committee, who warned that, “We very well may have crossed the Rubicon.”
Meanwhile, in the 44th congressional district -- where 300,000 of the 353,000 voters are either Democrats or decline-to-state -- Billy Orton saw a second Republican became his own political doppelganger.
“The President apparently doesn’t want a ‘New Skooler’ to win second place in a primary,” said Orton, who filed in April 2019 to run, after having failed to qualify for the 2016 ballot.
Orton had run as a Democrat in 2015, but exited a few months into the race, with no money. At year’s end, Billy suffered a major stroke and emergency brain surgery, spending a month at St. Mary Medical Center, in Long Beach.
“I was the luckiest soul in America,” said Orton, about 2016, the hardest year of his life. “While everyone endured the most miserable disgusting awful election in the nation’s history, I just had to learn to walk and talk and read again.”
Paying little attention to details, Orton only saw politics as broken, and exited the Democratic party, which had paid his salary for decades, when he was a press secretary to five legislators and a labor union.
In spring 2017, Orton registered with the Party of Grace in protest, calling himself a “Groucho Marxist,” citing America’s greatest comedian, who taught, “I would never join any club that would have me as a member.”
After two years in the wilderness, Orton returned as a Republican -- which is the first party he ever joined -- and filed in April to become the third candidate (and only Republican until days ago) to run for California’s 44th, which stretches from San Pedro and Long Beach to the Watts Towers.
Now, the “Billy battle of 2020” pits two radically-different Republicans in a race few can imagine either might win even second place.
Orton is certain that first-place in March will go to the incumbent, Nanette Diaz Barragán, who won in 2016, and now holds almost a million dollars cash-on-hand. Three other Democrats are little-known and little-funded.
“Winning second place would be a Miracle,” said Orton, a novelist with three books of satire that show how crazy politics became in the Bush/Obama era.
By running as America’s first “New Skool” Republican, Orton took aim at the 44th to wage a mission to rescue Mr. Lincoln’s Grand Old Party from itself.
“New Skoolers” push for smaller govt and fiscal discipline. Billy Orton also preaches his own “political reviv’ul,” to recruit “Souls of Faith” and “Minds of Science,” to work together, across Eternity, as Shepherds, so as to save God’s green earth.
While mushroom clouds rose, Orton scanned the Federal Elections Commission website, which showed another Billy had entered the race days earlier.
On September 23, Washington’s leaders weighed their next act, while Orton read a campaign site of the new opponent -- Billy Earley -- showing stark difference in both posture and tone. That night, Billy Orton emailed Mr. Early, welcoming him to the race, and inviting the Republican to tour the district.
After sending an email to invite engagement (as Orton had done with the other candidate), the novelist fired a shot across the bow, with a letter to the editor at Random Lengths News, in San Pedro CA, that the opponent’s entry could be meant simply to divide “the Billy vote.”
In Tuesday emails, the two chit-chatted politely but without commitment. Two days later, the letter appeared, opening with, “Some may ask whether a hate-spitting lackey of the President entered the race... so as to divide ‘the Billy vote.’ ”
While the bomb tossed by Orton shall never rise like Washington’s mushroom clouds, the battle of the first “New Skooler” against a stark-supporter of the President means that two Republicans will clash over the fate of the GOP.
While Washington’s mucky-mucks grapple with Caesar’s quandary of whether to cross the water to seize Rome, perhaps it may be that a pair of Republicans may play a role over how to save Mr. Lincoln’s Grand Old Party from itself.
Will either Billy pull a Miracle, so that a Republican takes second place in “the most Democratic seat in the nation?”
If either has a shot, it won’t be simply letters to the editor that deliver a Miracle.
ALTERNATIVES... Billy Orton or Billy Earley.
And yet exactly one century later....
Armistice Day 2018 -- The President didn’t show up....
In today’s early rain, American military forces prepared for the President’s visit, to a Paris cemetery, where there lay row-by-row America’s never-aging Doughboys. Across Paris, others laid flowers, upon graves of a lost generation, slain by the War to End All Wars.
.... He chose lunch with Vladimir Putin....
America’s President scrubbed the 11 am ceremony, so as to not get wet in the rain.
Anyone in France in mid-November knows the weather, yet late at night, of November 10th, military leaders had only a train car to escape the rain while haggling how to bring an end to the war to end all wars, and hammer an Armistice.
When terms got signed at 6 am, messengers rushed through the November harsh weather, to deliver the order, that the guns stop at 11 am.
A century ago, the 10 o’clock hour was loud, as troops bragged they would fire “the last shot.”
.... The President blames the Secret Service....
One century ago, in the final minutes of the 10 o’clock hour came a nervous quiet, and when the Armistice took effect, the guns and cannons and airplanes and tanks stopped firing.
.... The President didn’t show up....
One century ago, at 11 am, on that 11th day, of that 11th month, The Great War ended. Troops erupted with cheers. Survivors limped from the mud of the trenches.
.... He didn’t want to inconvenience anyone with a traffic jam....
When President Woodrow Wilson convinced the Congress to enter “The Great War,” it was the Americans who turned the tide. By the arrival of the American Expeditionary Force, millions lay slain of weapons never imagined while other had barely survived being gassed. Tear streamed onto shallow graves, while Americans rose to the rank of a global power, which we’ve carried for a century since the Armistice.
Today -- exactly a century since Mr. Wilson delivered peace through the silence of guns -- America’s new President skipped a visit to a cemetery at 11 am, since he didn’t want to get wet before lunch with Vladimir Putin, just to deliver flowers to Doughboys.
.... He didn’t want to get wet....
Fallen Doughboys do not age, for songbirds pollinate poppies over still-shallow graves, but on this day, most notable is that a rich man choose a bouquet for his wife’s bedside table, and lunch with Mr. Putin, rather than bend in gratitude and lay a wreath for a lost generation.
The leaders of our allied nations stood in the rain, while the President of the United States brushed aside the unpleasant task of getting wet.
.... Forever, all shall know....
For it will be remembered... that marking the end of The Great War, one century after the guns fell silent, and etched like a mark of shame, in Paris France, on this day, at that time, the leader of the United States chose to NOT show up.
Maybe, after a trip on Air Force One..., in a luxurious hotel..., enjoying a fabulous meal..., perhaps only then did the President remember to give flowers... if only to his beautiful wife, before sitting warm and dry, to eat with Mr. Putin.
AND WHY DIDN’T HE SHOW UP?... What is more important then laying flowers at your own soldiers’ graves? Lunch with Vladimir Putin, who dragged the head of Turkey into the meeting. Why? When Russia invaded Ukraine, Mr. Putin’s navy gained a strategic path to the Mediterranean. If Mr. Putin roped in America’s leader, Russian warships may soon cross Turkey’s narrow passage. Russia can dominate the waters of Europe and beyond.
Hatred evaporates a Grand Old Party
Monday, October 29, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- While the President says he is not to blame if Republicans lose in a week, a withering G.O.P. faces its worst election since Nixon’s resignation and pardon.
Hatred is burning this blessed country, yet the President slaps others and says that the matches of fury burn only because of them.
What election result do Republicans face?
What will happen to Mr. Lincoln’s Grand Old Party if the President warns of violence because of an election result? More bombings? Large rocks thrown in windows? Hate groups flare? More weeping by ones who know better? Does he turn his back or is his match throwing immediately immediately followed by blaming the Fires of Hell on those reporting the flames?
Political pyromania will have a historic effect -- the Republican party will evaporate.
The Coin of Rage is raw hatred on one side, and righteous indignation on the other. Because this imperfect Union has not witnessed raw seething hatred from the White House since America’s 15th president, the burning fires are raging like no one alive will know.
Unlike 1974, this time the collapse of an election will cost Republicans absolute control of Congress. Unlike 1932, the failure of government to save the nation from economic collapse will cost more than a Great Depression ousting Republicans from power.
Now, the consequence of a President’s words and deeds will be the absolute evaporation of Mr. Lincoln Grand Old Party itself.
In one week, Americans will rise in fury and vote in righteous indignation.
-- The Republican party will be crushed everywhere.
-- The President will blame everyone but himself.
-- Surviving lawmakers will howl to the President.
How will the President reply?
-- Insult Republicans, and blame them for their own collapse.
-- Demand surviving lawmakers protect him from the ouster of impeachment.
-- Drag both parties into unwinnable warfare, while his own words and deeds cast an open violent rebellion.
Because the First Law of Politics is that time is inexorable, both major parties will be wounded by a war that neither can win, and each will erode in public support.
-- Republicans will lose their own base of support, because ordinary Americans who like the President do not care about the party itself.
-- Democrats will flare with continued rage at leaders locked in a war they cannot win, and refuse to fight at absolute battle.
Meanwhile, the President will smile as both parties lose time, while he uses time to form a movement that is based only upon himself. His own violent fringe will send people into their locked doors, while rebellion conquers the Constitution he’s sworn to defend.
When each side crumbles, the President will effectively divided and conquer both sides, with an absolute arrogance that makes each unable to defeat his own “Great New Party,” which brings workers and farmers and haters and the rich to use fear that drives down the vote.
Shamefully, the President will steal religion as the Devil’s tool, so as to claim ownership to the White House. People of deep, genuine and decent faith will be duped by the President, in the ongoing strategy to divide and conquer.
And thus in 2019 and 2020, this nation shall endure division we’ve not suffered since 1859 and 1860.
When Mr. Lincoln came to office, Union soldiers stayed in the East Room and defended the White House grounds, to protect against an open violent rebellion set to invade Washington.
Now, the violent rebellion is waged from the White House itself.
When Americans slam their own doors shut in absolute fear to vote, victory will be declared. The President himself seeks not to win by defending the Constitution, but to destroy all sides by violence and raw greed. Revolution will rise within the White House itself.
Since Party of Grace is routinely smacked down with one-week lock-downs on social media, this message is posted 8th days before the election, simply so that on Election Day itself, once more can it be said that this nation is burning in Fires of Hell, sparked by a President is who is casting the match.
This prediction of the evaporation of Mr. Lincoln’s Grand Old Party is absurd, and borders on insanity. To say this President would claim that he owns history itself, and exit the G.O.P. to create a “Great New Party” is simply an absurd prediction. But because time is inexorable, if the President hopes to rewrite history by taking ownership of a new world order, he must do so swiftly after next week.
Will the President slap down his own surviving lawmakers, demand their allegiance, spark raging violent, and then laugh at the collapsed major parties, to run as the only alternative? Let us all hope that this absurd thought is simply wrong.
God knows who wins, for, “It’s not over, Til it’s over..., Over There.”
Saturday, October 20, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Because He is omnipotent, God alone can count to $1.6 billion. The Almighty knows that it matters not who wins on Tuesday, but simply that souls are lucky to compete. And throwing money into a hole -- like to win the lottery -- isn’t even an election, because that won’t happen until two Tuesdays further.
So who’s that certain somebody who’ll win the biggest lottery jackpot ever? Only God knows. And He’s just a little bit busy on more important things then who will change their name, to, “Hey I’m Somebody Rich.”
Just like that ridiculous lottery, only final election numbers will show who has won can brag, and the only thing every politician agrees on, is that, “Only winners won.”
Even though a certain elected official brags that His vote delivered an election victory, the truth is that millions of Americans who possibly-maybe-perhaps show up to vote in a couple of Tuesdays from now won’t even see that certain elected official’s name on the ballot. That Elected-Official-in-Chief -- who already can call himself “Hey I’m Somebody Rich” -- can already brag that lots of people love him, and he’ll even brag that others hate him.
While God’s ballot shall remain hidden, just like all others, America’s Braggart-in-Chief can smile about one thing....
Love and hate is how the election on Tuesday, Nov. 6th will be determined. (Unless his family happens to win the lottery, because he certainly could brag about that!)
Unlike the election, the lottery is drawing massive numbers of Americans cross our highways and byways, seeking victory. Everyone wants to become, “Hey I’m Somebody Rich.” People dream of winning. They’re tossing a pile of money. Some even pray.
But God is kind, for He allows begging prayers to just pass by His ears, as He’s got a lot to do, like protecting His green earth, spinning the planet around, even though poison is hurled by selfishness, and temperatures are rising due to arrogance. Do politicians brag about that? (Maybe to others named Somebody Rich, who selfishly hurl poison or arrogantly jack the heat and also throw big money for victory on Tuesday... that other Tuesday.)
Unlike winning the lottery, elections are not dreams, because it makes most Americans sick. This election is driven by selfishness and arrogance, for a poison of hate is cast into the well. It started ugly, and got uglier. Who wants to vote? It’s not a lottery. It’s a poisoned well. Even fellow Americans who love someone, are torn because they hate someone else.
Bragging about “division” won’t make America great again.
Perhaps the better path for this great nation is to stop yelling at one another, to listen to what others say, and to care about the truth. And maybe a great way to find that new path is to, “Make Americans Laugh Again.”
I am a nobody, and no one will ever remember my name. But if I become the luckiest soul in America, I will change my name -- to “Hey I’m Somebody Rich” -- and shell out lottery winnings, to ride across Americans on a horse, just to make Americans laugh again. Why? Because how else can you make people laugh unless you try? Americans always are funny, but we’ve forgotten how to laugh.
The current President certainly makes a lot of Americans laugh. He’s got really great hair. And he’s even funny. Some just think he’s a clown, but even clowns make Americans laugh. (Although, perhaps like the President, clowns can be creepy, as well.)
The President also makes people furious, to make the opposition spit and yell, run down the clock, and take victory in two years. He’ll brag that God, Himself, is his Voter-in-Chief.
I will never tell you how to vote, and I certainly will not tell God how to vote. Because He is omnipotent, He already knows. And I am not some preacher. Unfortunately, since I spent decades working in politics, I’m not even a professional comedian.
But I shall obey His will, and will keep my Ten Promises to America, for my goal is to, “Make Americans Laugh Again.”
If I do win the lottery, I will ride a horse across America, to bring fellow Americans together, with those ten absurd pledges. (Eleven, if you count Allegiance.) And I keep my promise, including pledges to wear a funny hat, and to put Elvis Presley on the Two Dollar Bill.
I’ll never tell you how to vote. Just vote.... For somebody.... In a couple of Tuesday, get up from your couch, and walk -- “ Over There” -- through your great neighborhood, to that great spot where fellow Americans are casting great votes. Vote for Somebody.
And because election make people sick, perhaps in two years you will consider voting for a certain Somebody... like, “Hey I’m Somebody Rich,” who you can just just call... “Some-bo.”
Meanwhile, in a couple Tuesdays, once you’ve cast your great vote, put the election away. Turn off that television. Turn off that smart phone. Brew some coffee and cook some food. And laugh together with other great Americans, because no great nation can stay great until our people work together again.
On Election Night, start with an incredibly great meal, and celebrate this great nation, because, as the American Expeditionary Force showed exactly one century ago, during “The Great War” -- the War to End All Wars that finally finished November 11th, 1918 -- “It’s not over, til it’s over..., over there.”
The Grand Old Party is evaporating
Thursday, October 11, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Abraham Lincoln ran as only the second nominee of the Republican party, and his 40% plurality gave enough states that he pulled out victory in a four-person race.
The rich glowed, as the Federalist party of George Washington, John Adams, and Alexander Hamilton gave the wealthy everything they wanted. But when bankers and insurance agents sold America short to pledge the Federalist party to the King of England’s demand to get his colonies back, politicians in Washington saw the blatant treason, and abandoned the party.
For decades, only war heroes gave the rich victories, but the Whig party itself offered nothing to compete for ordinary Americans, and could not gain a grip on power. The Whigs became the second major party owned by the rich to evaporate.
When Republicans won in 1860, the rich again had a moderate who could appeal to ordinary voters. But before Mr. Lincoln took power -- fully four months after the election -- America got split in two, as hatred sparked an open violent rebellion. The prior Secretary of War took on the presidency of loose confederation and America’s greatest general opted to lead the open violent rebellion. By the time Lincoln entered the White House, bombs had fallen, and hatred burned like the Fires of Hell.
For four long years, Americans killed one another, singing their own songs and falling in massive numbers. As the second term started for the humble leader, his gathering in the East Room of the White House (shown above) was small, after an Inaugural that displayed a decency of the human soul that few mirrored. Only Mr. Lincoln sought the reunification of the imperfect Union. A month later, the fractured nation again bled, as bullets shot by an actor using a derringer ended any hope of political decency. A month after his humble gathering in the East Room, Mr. Lincoln’s body lay in public view of his ultimate sacrifice.
With the newly-coined phrase of a “Grand Old Party,” a radical fringe seized absolute control, ending any hope that the fracture would heal. The “Radical Republicans” crushed the rebels, demanding absolute surrender to a federal government that showed no good will. Only the concession that allowed for the theft of the 1876 election did both major parties agree that “Reconstruction” would end, and racial hatred would remain as the defector enslavement of anyone who was not a white man. The party of raw racial hatred -- Andrew Jackson’s Democrats -- got driven into the ground, and the rich held power through a Grand Old Party.
For almost half a century, the G.O.P. held a tight grip, and even Woodrow Wilson’s plurality to beat two Republicans did not end hatred as the tool to hold power for the rich. The man from New Jersey was himself a member of the Ku Klux Klan, as Tommy was a Virginian.
Only by a New Deal from Franklin Roosevelt did the Democratic party let go of open racial domination, but even FDR kowtowed to the South. His deal with the Devil, to win votes in Congress and his reelection, allowed sweeping economic growth of the government to end a Great Depression, and later retain power to defeat a global war of brutal thugs.
Only Harry Truman -- in his 1948 campaign and later the end of military segregation -- brought a new tone to pushing down hatred. The following Republican, and two Democrats bent the direction of history, and hatred became a question of whether it would dominate all deeds in politics. The battle carried for generations, pushed back by Nixon’s “southern strategy” and then slapped by Jimmy Carter, and given only lip service by Mr. Reagan. Even the first Bush who ran a raw hateful ad to win in 1988 showed little pure hatred when taking the Oval Office.
The appearance of Bill Clinton gave hatred a return to fury, and the 1994 election pushed hate back to the center, and for the decades that followed, votes either were love or hate in America. The decency of souls on both sides hide behind the curtain of the voting booth, and every president either got tossed from office, or limped out with sweeping hatred.
Thus, for nearly a century, it has been the Republican party that used hatred as the method to sway voters to give the rich what they wanted. With our imperfect Union again fractured, the mark of history will again change.
This will sound perhaps insane, and certainly absurd, but this message is a prediction, that Mr. Lincoln’s “Grand Old Party” will be crushed so completely in a month, that it shall -- like the Federalists and the Whigs -- evaporate and rapidly be morphed into a new party.
Hatred and division are the tools of the current President, but his words and deeds leave no room for the healing of our fractured nation. Voters who hate the President will vote in large number, and sweep away the majority now controlling both chambers of the Congress.
Not since 1974 -- when President Richard Nixon was forced to resign, and got pardoned -- has the G.O.P. suffered an election as deep as Americans are about to witness. Indeed, the outcome caused by the President will go beyond simply a lost election. The Republican party itself will evaporate, and cease to hold any chance of regaining power.
Thus, the prediction follows what an obvious First Law of Politics:
“Time is inexorable.... You either use it, or lose it.”
No one can buy more time, and thus surviving Republicans will howl to a President that he robbed them of Congress and booted governors across the nation.
How will the President respond? By using time to etch a new name into the stones of history. The President will slap complaining Republicans, insult the Grand Old Party, and abandon it, to form his own “Great New Party.”
Because time is inexorable, the President must act swiftly, or be doomed by the clock. Continuing to use hatred and division as his tools, the man who knows better than anyone how to control cameras and time will sell political snake oil to buy enraptured souls who themselves hold no allegiance to politics as we know it.
Reinventing history happen at rapid speed, and without a counter force, victory is immediate. The arrogance of a man to send the nation into battle by dividing Americans to two fractured parties gives his selfishness the vacuum for a race “up the middle.” Workers on one side and people of deep faith on the other will feel the ground below their feet to shift. Victory will be won not by love or courage, but fear and chaos. Violence will sweep the nation, in a second American civil war, but this time, the open violent rebellion is led by the President himself.
Let us hope that this prediction is simply absurd... perhaps even insane. But if the President himself swings the hammer to slam the body of America, it would be the Hater-in-Chief who can be viewed as insane.
If indeed a selfish and arrogant man stands ready to alter history solely to feed his own greed, it is fitting and proper that leaders of both sides stand shoulder-to-shoulder, to battle the imperfect soul who throws matches upon burning crosses simply to seize absolute power. Both sides must rapidly act.
Section Four of the XXVth Amendment of the Constitution gives the Vice President a vehicle to remove the President from the Oval Office, initially for no more than 21 days. But with a majority in both chambers, the Congress could retain the ouster of the President, and hand the keys to the new President.
Such a prediction is utter horror, on par with the King of England torching the White House. But if the President kisses the ring of the Devil, could it be with use of Russia? The Klan? Lies and hatred for crippling division? Such a battle is equal to the Almighty and the Devil duking within America’s most important home.
If the prediction is not wrong, it must be the devotion of both parties to act together, to oust the President, so as to save America, in immediate action, for one must use time, or lose it. The rapid deeds to make history must be an act of love and courage -- love of the nation, and courage to face the battle against selfishness and arrogance.
Again, this is utterly absurd, and hopefully it is simply insane. But a prediction is just that, a prediction. Let us hope that it is utterly wrong.
Convict the President in the Court of Public Opinion: Throw out the bums
Saturday, October 6, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- My novels ask, “What happens if hatred wins the White House?” Few will read them, and no one will remember my name, but the appearance of President Dick Bomber will etch his horror, like Dr. Jeckel and Mr. Hyde.
Dick Bomber ain’t just fiction, but America’s voters have one month to defeat hatred, by serving as the “Jury of Justice” that convicts America’s president in the “Court of Public Opinion” by "throwing out the bums."
Since the Hater-in-Chief enslaved Mr. Lincoln’s Grand Old Party, the only way to end America’s second civil war is a sweeping defeat of the party that holds absolute power of all three branches of government.
One month from today, voters will elect every Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, and one-third of the membership of the U.S. Senate. The only name that shall not appear on the ballot is the man who spews hatred and divide the nation.
Another crook who feared conviction -- Richard M. Nixon -- brushed aside possible loss in his 1972 presidential reelection campaign, saying that “the Silent Majority” would pull closed the curtain at the polling booth, and give him victory. He was correct. Two years later, after “America’s long national nightmare,” the crook resigned, and a month later got pardoned.
If “the Silent Majority” closes the curtain in a month with the same spirit as 1974, the Republican party is about to experience its worst election since the resignation and pardon of Mr. Nixon. The difference is that “America’s long national nightmare” -- no matter the outcome -- will not end on Election Day.
Instead, brutes will pound his chests, and the Divider-in-Chief shall threaten absolute war with our own people if a new party in power pulls him screaming from the Oval Office. Unlike Richard Nixon -- who finally accepted his isolation and collapse -- the current resident of the White House will not give up.
If the Republican party is utterly crushed, and surviving lawmakers beg the President to leave, he will do exactly as they ask -- by leaving the G.O.P., itself, to force his own political party.
Those gripped by hatred love a Hater-in-Chief. Fanatical supporters of the Hater-in-Chief are whipped by lies and roped by deception. The smirking president will leave the with his deceived supporters. He doesn’t care about the Republican party. They won’t either.
If the President abandons history as we know it, the open violent rebellion that he warns preachers about will begin from his tweets to cast matches onto burning crosses. A lawyer who showed courage as Mayor of New York City on 9/11 now merely threatens that “people will revolt” if the president is impeached.
Thus it is that this obscure novelist appeals to the “Court of Public Opinion,” and asks fellow members of the "Jury of Justice," that we all look closely at the details and arguments delivered these past two years. Pull tightly closed your curtain, and give deep thought as to your own view, of how this nation can indeed retain its greatness.
The only way to BE great is to work together. The only promise the current president can deliver is that we are a deeply divided nation.
If the enslaved Republican party holds power, the coming two years will be like Hell itself, where rage burns like fire, and violent open rebellion obeys an uncontrolled dictator, to casts newspapers onto burning piles and schoolchildren into early graves.
Each of us sits as a "Jury of Justice" for the “Court of Public Opinion.” Each of us may cast the deciding vote in one month. No lawyer need give a closing argument. Instead, your own vote casts the final decision.
This obscure novelist asks that you convict the Hater-in-Chief, the Sexist-Pig-in-Chief, the Divider-in-Chief, and reject the enslaved pitiful members who control Congress, by casting your vote to kick out all the bums.
Can Americans keep hold of 'life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?'
Wednesday, July 4, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Fireworks are exploding in America to mark our Independence, but every day, fury launches spiritual bombing across our nation.
For a century, Americans worked together to create greatness for this nation. Now, Americans are bitterly divided. The fight between our people is weakening our nation's greatness and destroys our leadership of the world.
The greatness of the American people is found in their ingenuity and productivity, and an innate fairness and decency. A shared national mission makes boundless America's future.
But as we watch fireworks, we must ask if Americans lost our sense of mission? Or, has simply one rich man stolen united for our imperfect Union?
We won wars, built roads, laid track, defeated communism, pushed technology, fed the world, and even landed humans on the Moon.
Our government is broken. Politics is a small part of life to most Americans, but it still is seen as important. Americans endure yelling and tweets from those who hold absolute power. Politicians won’t even shake hands, let alone fix the roads and keep the lights on.
Indeed, on our nation’s Independence Day, as fireworks explode, the Constitution itself is treated as little more than an obsolete toy, with some calling for postponing the next presidential election.
What do we have to show for the first year of action by the newly-elected regime that controls all three branches of government?
The Republican party is owned by one rich man who has pushed through the biggest Fat Cat tax cut in a century. Meanwhile, the Democratic party is a broken machine, willing to jam through a nomination out of touch with ordinary voters known as Progressives.
It is simply the super rich who own the Grand Old Party begun by Abraham Lincoln.
Greed feeds the President and his family, as getting richer is reason enough to spew hatred so as to divide ordinary Americans. Indeed, as the President’s daughter pulls in $100,000,000 from Saudi Arabia, he slaps Harley-Davidson like a bully.
Fat Cats walk the red carpet across the West Wing, while ordinary Americans face stinging costs for a “reversal Robin Hood.”
The President borrows nearly $1 trillion this year, an 84 percent jump from last year. As taxes are chopped for the rich, the President’s plan for massive debt is push his own party to give everything he demands -- including cutting Social Security and Medicare -- by threatening to shut down government.
Even the rich might suffer, as the biggest tax cut in a century and its massive debt could result in another economic collapse.
So how does the President distract attention? By dividing the nation with raw hatred.
When he first ran, the candidate said “our wages are too high.” Now that the rich know who to love, the President now simply smacks football players and Harley-Davidson.
Whether to cut families in half may strengthen the President’s support, it may doom the Republican party itself. Taking kids from the parents is just a “bargaining chip,” says the rich man, the consequence for Republican lawmakers could give the GOP an election collapse not seen since Richard Nixon’s resignation and pardon.
DOES TRUTH MATTER TO THE PRESIDENT?
Even when the President abandons policy so as to avoid his biggest challenge, reversing direction is just a tactic. Even his order to change direction appears meaningless.
Lawyers argue for family separations, while Administration officials pretend “zero tolerance” is just a myth.
Like a ball of mercury, when answering questions about government policy, the White House leaves no trail. Republicans cannot rely on the President’s own words.
On things big and small, details seem to not matter, and the President ditches Republicans, to pound his chest.
Even something that most can agree is a good thing to do -- like helping Americans addicted to opioids -- seems to mean little beyond a highly-personal speech that carried no money.
Truth seems unimportant when everything is about winning, even when the President abandons a promise to support something “1,000-percent.”
When the Majority Party that controls all three branches of government cannot trust the President’s own words, Republicans bristle. Some Republicans are willing to change sides. Others reach across the aisle, by ignoring the President.
WHAT IS AMERICA’S GLOBAL RISK?
-- China is the second largest economy on earth, but America if fighting a trade war that will result in economic risk. As America slaps China, 16 nations in Asia consider creating the biggest economic bloc in response.
-- Canada -- our biggest trading partner -- gets accused of stealing shoes, by a President who admits that he makes up the reasons to attack.
-- The President tells the leader of France they should leave the European Union, while America is considering pulling military forces out of German.
-- While slapping long-term allies, the President wants to tear apart the global trade organization, and is leaving the United Nations Human Rights commission.
-- Even direct invasion of another country is not beyond what the President pushes.
-- The simplest risk of American national security over the division of Asia, Europe, Africa, and South America is that Russia will get everything they want. The President claims “absolute right” to kiss Vladimir Putin’s ring. A bipartisan US Senate committee sees reason to fear Russian tinkering of our election, but the top legal hack barks that the President can pardon his lackies, like a crybaby who throws a game onto the floor.
THE SECOND KOREAN WAR IS A RISK OF FIRE AND BRIMSTONE
When the President left early in a global meeting with leaders of the seven biggest economies, he did a “working lunch” with the insane leader of North Korea, a rogue nuclear power.
After what appears to have been little more than a photo opportunity, the President’s backers bragged about his dream of winning a Nobel Peace Prize.
Lunch in Singapore left a sour taste, as nuclear war remains a risk.
Says the President, “it’s possible” that North Korea’s promise to end its nuclear weapon program may collapse. U.S. intelligence believes North Korea is making more nuclear bomb fuel despite an agreement reached during a great lunch.
What is the definition of insane? The leader of North Korea -- who our President bargains with -- used an “anti-aircraft” gun to execute politicians who fall asleep at a meeting.
The war started in 1950 between North and South Korea is officially over, but the tools to build a growing nuclear stockpile remains.
FIREWORKS ARE A MEMORY, BUT PROFOUND RISKS ARE GROWING.
Hatred is a snowball rolling down to Hell, because few survive the Fire.
-- MAGA hats made in China aren’t the only hate products being sold.
-- Love in the White House is denied due to hate, which seems almost just a joke.
-- Even those in uniform suffer the pain of hate and division.
-- The broken machine of the Democratic party offers a swelling list of ugly faces. Democratic party leaders are deaf, refusing to hear from the rank-and-file. Candidates jump onto issues with nearly the same arrogance as the President, saying whatever is needed. And the possible rise of a Progressive party leaves deep questions over how to oust the President.
-- The spewing hatred of the President is selfishness and arrogance so profound that Americans would be be truly surprised if a bipartisan proposal to battle lynchings prevails.
When the most conservative Democrat reaches across the aisle, saying, “This isn’t Nazi Germany,” the risks are not simply the fire of North Korea, but the brimstone of the Devil’s hatred.
Like Adolf Hitler’s Nazi Germany, glass is shattered and long knives end lives, and the Gestapo pounds on doors.
When the Hater-in-Chief orders the Gestapo into national action, drivers are pulled over randomly to “show us your papers.” Indeed, drivers in New England and fistermen in boats off the coast of Maine are pulled over by the Border Patrol.
If the Gestapo of Nazi Germany seems like ancient history, visiting the Queen Mary in Long Beach CA shows how fragile is humanity itself.
ARTWORK BY NORMAN ROCKWELL
When the Commander-in-Chief orders more than a military parade
Thursday, February 8, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- In July, America’s current president observed the massive Bastille Day parade in France, a display of military might similar to Russia’s May Day chest-pounding.
Perhaps it is easy and delightful for the world’s most powerful soul to sign the order that commands the most powerful military on the globe to march in a bigger, greater parade then one would see in Paris or Moscow.
Is the President’s current order for a giant parade -- one that will likely convince arms buyers where to spend money -- the best way for a Commander-in-Chief to show our greatest power?
Ask Dwight David Eisenhower, of Kansas.
America’s 34th president shortly after World War Two, Dwight Eisenhower started the 20th century at the US Army’s West Point and spent decades rising through the ranks to finally lead the most powerful military in the world.
Eisenhower graduated West Point, as the nation’s military moved troops and supplies on horseback and wagons. Mules carried weapons and ammunition up mountains. The tank and aircraft came only after the man from Kansas finished West Point.
When Herbert Hoover sat in the Oval Office, Eisenhower had risen to the job of deputy to the Army’s chief, Douglas MacArthur, but the military languished. Since the nation’s economy had collapsed in 1929, Hoover ordered massive reductions on military capability. Ships were been sunk and planes destroyed to lower costs. With few personnel in uniform and little work to do, Eisenhower spent most of Herbert Hoover’s presidency reading western novels in a quiet office in Washington.
In the year of Hoover’s reelection, a rag-tag camp of homeless veterans who had fought for the United Stated Expeditionary Force led by General John J. Pershing begged the President to rescue them. For months, while Eisenhower read cowboy books, the President did nothing as the Doughboys who won the “Great War” shivered in the District of Columbia.
Finally, when summer arrived, the Commander-in-Chief issued an order to MacArthur and Eisenhower. They were commanded not to rescue the veterans who had carried the Flag to victory in World War One, but to use armed troops to crush Hooverville and eject veterans begging for compensation that the government had promised a decade earlier.
Eisenhower caught a taxi with his boss, after President Hoover ordered the military to show the District of Columbia how great the military can look. Eisenhower watched, as MacArthur ordered General George Patton to lead young soldiers on horses to gallop in attack and crack heads while clunky tanks rolled over tents. The President’s likely opponent in the 1932 election -- Franklin Delano Roosevelt, the governor of America’s largest state -- was stunned reading news of the Army’s crackdown, saying that the Commander-in-Chief instead should have ordered sandwiches and coffee for the Doughboys.
In November 1932, voters said that the way to save America was to fire one president and hire a leader who promised a “New Deal” for ordinary Americans. Roosevelt -- a rich man who angered the super-rich by putting them last -- changed everything in America, including the military. Telling the American people that “we have nothing to fear, but fear itself,” the new President raised taxes, hired workers, rebuilt banks, grew the economy, expanded the military, and rescued ordinary Americans from the economic collapse, after everyone endured years of Hoover doing nothing beyond cracking heads in the capitol.
When Roosevelt -- the new Commander-in-Chief -- sent Douglas MacArthur to the Philippines, to craft the region’s military strength, Dwight Eisenhower rose to the top of the ranks in Washington. Eisenhower led the military, as Roosevelt carefully guided America through neutrality-yet-strength while Europe disintegration into open warfare and the Empire of Japan waged conquest across the Pacific.
On December 7th 1941, the United States suffered thousands killed, when the naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan bombing Pearl Harbor, on a Hawaiian island few knew anything about. President Roosevelt addressed Congress, saying that “a day that shall live in infamy” threw America the global war, now known as World War Two.
While it falls on Congress to grant any war, it is the President who serves as Commander-in-Chief. Douglas MacArthur -- now desperately defending the Philippines against the Japanese -- got Roosevelt’s order to lead all forces in the Pacific. The Commander-in-Chief ordered Dwight David Eisenhower to lead forces in Europe.
Because the pen shows the ultimate power of a Commander-in-Chief, so too is it that humility displays greater strength than the chest-pounding to order of a parade.
Just as GEORGE WASHINGTON fell to his knees to ask GOD for HIS help in defeating a King, and ABRAHAM LINCOLN ordered Glory to rescue our imperfect Union from open rebellion, FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT sat on a battleship not to pound his chest, but to join with a half-American -- an Englishman named WINSTON CHURCHILL -- to pray with soldiers and sailors for GOD to help defeat thugs and genocidal killers.
Though each of the three are viewed by historians as the only “great” presidents, each looked upward, in ultimate humility, and showed souls who would risk their own lives that the greatness of this nation is not given, but earned.
As MacArthur pushed through muddy islands of the Pacific, Eisenhower ordered troops to sweep across the desert and climb mountains. Roosevelt and Churchill stood together not for parades, but fighting Axis forces waging a brutal global war of hatred. No one could tell in 1942 whether the Allies would win. Thousands lost their lives as leaders faced uncertainty as to the outcome.
Even when the tide turned and Allied forces invaded the French coast, in June 1944, General Eisenhower called to his troops to share in his plea to God, that their bravery would be His gift, in victory. The other letter that stayed in his pocket was to admit in defeat that the only soul who carried the cross of defeat was himself. Thankfully, by the greatest display of power was not the pounding of the chest, but the absolute courage of ordinary Americans, pushing their way through gun shots and explosions, onto beaches, and up cliffs, embraced by God’s Grace, to finally push back thugs and murders.
The final victory in Europe, in May 1945, came one month after Franklin Delano Roosevelt lose his own life. When the President died in April, the New York Times -- the nation’s largest newspaper, which each day on the front page listed ever name and rank of souls lost -- declared simply, “ROOSEVELT, Franklin D., New York, Commander-in-Chief.”
To march Victory in Europe Day, massive parades in New York and across the nation welcomed Dwight Eisenhower and military service personnel from four long years of war. Only when Douglas MacArthur ordered Japanese leaders onto America’s largest battleship in the waters of Tokyo to absolute surrender did the world’s most brutal war finally end. Fully 11 million Americans wore the uniform, in a nation of 150 million.
When Roosevelt’s successor -- Harry Truman -- faced his own reelection, in 1948, both the Democratic and Republican parties tried to recruit Dwight David Eisenhower to run for the job of Commander-in-Chief. After his initial decline, Eisenhower agreed to run in 1952, to lead a country that rose from humility to become the greatest power in the world. With the rise of atomic and nuclear weapons and a Cold War against the Soviet Union, Eisenhower held the heaviest burden of any Commander-in-Chief. All souls on the planet could be lost when fire and brimstone rained down from planes, ships and ground-launched missiles.
And so, as the American people rose from the ashes of a Great Depression and achieved victory in a global war, few expected that the newest Commander-in-Chief would do more than address the troops and visit academies and bases. President Eisenhower, however, did not order American military forces to march before him in a great parade, so Americans could pound the chest harder then a May Day in Moscow or the Bastille Day in Paris.
Instead, the soldier who read cowboy books and oversaw a nation at risk of nuclear war showed his greatest power in 1957, in perhaps the most civil action shown by a Commander-in-Chief. Dwight David Eisenhower used a pen and issued the order that America’s might would march into Little Rock, Arkansas, not to parade weapons or pound the chest, but instead walk children to school.
Few expected the leader of the Republican party and a former military chief to do much about racial tension in America. But when Eisenhower’s new Chief Justice delivered a unanimous decision by the Supreme Court that “separate is not equal,” racial tension turned into raw violence. Within a year after the Court’s Brown v. Board decision that ordered an end to segregation, the tension grew so brutal that children faced attacks on their way to school.
Addressing the American people, President Eisenhower correctly said that, “We cannot legislate the human heart.” Indeed, while hatred may be a poison, the self-inflicted cost of drinking that foul concoction is not itself a crime. But when children got attacked when going to school, America’s Commander-in-Chief showed the meaning of an order’s greatest power.
Dwight Eisenhower put his pen to paper and ordered state troops be federalized to protect Black students admitted to the all-White high school in Little Rock. The artwork that opens this opinion is by Norman Rockwell and shows one little girl being escorted by federalized marshals, and mirrors the tension that drew harsh criticism of Eisenhower’s action. Though not depiction Little Rock, the art echoes the greatest weight borne in a President’s order.
Now, America’s newest president has issued his own order, commanding military forces conduct a massive parade. The rich man from New York who wears a great hat can sit with his beautiful wife to see the greatest parade in the world to display more might then can be seen on Bastille Day or May Day.
If the use of the pen by this Commander-in-Chief is so he can watch a grand parade, perhaps ordinary Americans are right to wonder about deep division and racial tension shall also be confronted. The poison of hatred is ripping America apart. Even the Third Man in the military’s Chain-of-Command is openly opposed to the President’s position to deport Dreamers in uniform.
As this Commander-in-Chief smiles as his wife watches planes fly over them and performs a proud salute as troops march before him, let this newest President learn that greatness is not given for a hat or parade, but instead is earned, by a humble soul acting through righteous words and Glory’s deeds.
THANK YOU, MR. ROOSEVELT... The last president who historians deem as "great" addresses the Congress.
What is the State of our imperfect Union?
Tuesday, January 30, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- The 44 presidents who delivered State of the Union reports to the Congress were seldom loved, but despite what one may feel about politics, we can be sure that every prior president -- no matter their party or views -- loved The People.
Now we are a nation divided by hate and the president with the lowest polling numbers at this part of a first term is being hit by his boomerang of hatred.
Perhaps now, the plunge is so great that Americans across the aisle agree that it is necessary and proper to oust the president.
As Herbert Hoover learned, when you throw a boomerang of fear and hate, it always comes back. When one spits in the wind, no fine suit or nice hat can avoid the rain of hatred.
If it were simply “America’s long national nightmare” -- as Gerald Ford said upon taking office, after Mr. Nixon resigned -- then perhaps the secret enemies list and crooked acts would allow the departure of one failed leader to be enough to save the nation.
A year ago, Oust 45 Save America put forward a multi-front battle to isolate the President. The initial message was to view the Republican party as distinct and different from the man who tweets hatred and turns his back on acts of violence.
What did the Oust 45 Save America petition offer as the FOUR FRONTS to oust the President?
Republican leaders in Congress have turned their back on the deep cost of hatred that is ripping America apart. Some leaders are exiting the Congress, even at the height of their own careers. The House Speaker is not alone. Also exiting is the Chair of the House Foreign Affairs Committee, and leading Senators. Why are they leaving? Possibly because these decent leaders otherwise will lose, either in a primary facing the President’s chosen lackeys, or in a massive flood of fury against anyone in the President’s party.
This is a free country, and while we may disagree, it is wrong to say that only one party is right. Instead, greatness comes from working together. We won global wars, and grew our massive economy and promoted the laying of track and roads and wider rivers. We even landing humans on the Moon.
It is not just THIS president who is hated by The People.
Even George Washington -- who brought our country into existence -- saw his name bashed in every issue of a leading Philadelphia newspaper. Washington refused to spend four more years having his name dragged through the mud.
The Honest Man who is the first president of the Grand Old Party and rescued our imperfect Union from open rebellion bled from bullets of hate fired by an actor.
So, too, did the Youngest Elected President himself die from bullets, in a town where hatred could be seen where the American Flag flew upside down.
With the exception of Franklin Delano Roosevelt , every president since the death of Mr. Lincoln either got kicked out of office when seeking reelection, killed or died, or limped from the White House due to voters fury over ineptitude, division, or scandal.
The difference is that EVERY PRIOR PRESIDENT loved “The People.” All of them.
No matter how he may brag and pound his chest, the current president has given to Americans the deepest division since open rebellion. One man has enslaved Americans to hatred and fury but turns his own back to violent crimes. In our lowest moment, our President kicked us down the mountain of greatness, and then laughed in tweets and bragging.
IF THE REPUBLICAN PARTY DOES NOT ISOLATE AND REMOVE THE PRESIDENT, THEY WILL EVAPORATE.
Voters who hate this president will get off the couch in November 2018, and it is not the president whose name appear on the ballot. It will be EVERY OTHER REPUBLICAN -- regardless of their personal grace and decency -- who will suffer the brimstone of voters burning fury, as ordinary Americans “Kick out The Bums.”
Oust 45 Save America again urges rank-and-file Republicans to work with the other side, to isolate and remove the president.
His arrogance is complete, and his response to isolation will not be like Mr. Nixon, who resigned in his sixth year in office. Thus, the machine of power will not be liberated from the chains of division. Instead, the Apprentice of the President will repeat his bragging, while voters harden and reject his party.
Upon losing the majority in both chambers of Congress, what is the fate of Mr. Lincoln’s Grand Old Party? There is no way to rescue us from “America’s long national nightmare.”
The bravery of Republican rank-and-file to join hands across the aisle and oust the president is the way to save America.
If a bipartisan push ousts 45, then good luck to our 46th president. Everyone has politics, but if the White House keys get handed over to another arch-conservative, at least he has a brief shining moment to show the value of of his own human decency.
If the GOP turns their back and remains enslaved by a rich man, then ordinary Americans have reason to abandon the GOP itself . Parties begin with a single voter’s registration . The only way history is made is when people get up from the couch.
Perhaps Gerald Ford could say in his grave, that once again, “America’s long national nightmare is over.”
Change the Faces Act... Proposed legislation to a government controled by one party seemingly unable of fund the government itself. Why not do SOMETHING, -a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g- to bring people together. Stop spreading hate and hold your nose long enough to pass a law.
Does America still have a Confessor-in-Chief?
Sunday, January 28, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Once it was that our presidents -- every one of them -- loved The People... all of the people.
Sure, there were political disagreements. Labor unions feared the firing of air traffic controllers during the first days of the Reagan Administration, and forever after the economy changed.
The IBM corporation -- perhaps the biggest symbol -- told workers in 1984 that no long did the company promise never to lay off anyone.
Perks and pensions and health care and vacations evaporated, and the “safety net” put forward during Franklin Roosevelt’s “New Deal” began shredded.
Yet, still, massive numbers of American workers -- including a high percentage of labor union members -- loved America’s 40th president.
The biggest controversy of the Reagan Administration also stands as a mark of personal confession by the president himself.
The Central Intelligence Agency and the National Security Council worked together on a plan to patch together highly-controversial policies, and push forward with secret crimes.
By law, US policy said we would NOT work with the Iranian government, because the regime that captured dozens of diplomats for 444 days also was engaged in open war with a neighboring nation. The law said, “Don’t want to hug the Ayatola.”
And in central America, the hard-right “contras” battling against the far-left led to open murders that spread beyond a single nation, to also rip apart neighboring nations. In a slap, the Congress sent legislation to the President saying, “Don’t hug the Contras.”
The president sits at the top of a mountain, all below are staff and department workers and the military and spies.
Sometimes, big things get ordered that no one likes, but the president gives the order. President Richard Nixon ordered a sustained secret bombing of the Cambodian nation, which we had not waged war against. But Mr. Nixon ordered the bombs be dropped, just as he had ordered the CIA to topple a leftist government in Chile.
Sometimes, big things happen and the president doesn’t know. Enter the man who loved jelly beans.
President Reagan hired a CIA chief who turned the skies around, from deep angst over Congress not liking them, to instead now have a president who nods even when he doesn’t know what they’re doing.
The National Security Agency put a Lt. Colonel to work, patching a way to cut a deal with hated foreigners.
To his great credit, when Ronald Reagan seemed to finally recognize that “Iran-Contra” would etch a scandal into the stone of history, he ordered an independent investigation within the White House itself. He demanded that the Confessor-in-Chief be able to kneel to the American people, and admit that what had been wrong once was still wrong.
Few remember the honorable tone by Mr. Reagan’s voice, because his own fury was within. When a sin is conducted, the inner soul must first see the wrongness, before a confession is recognized as being needed. While Members of Congress balked or yelled, and each side pounded their chest, quietly the Confessor-in-Chief cleaned house.
The internal investigation conducted by President Reagan was lost in the mud of Congressional hearings and the chuckling smile of a Lt. Colonel. Only historians will see that those who loved Mr. Reagan had even more reason to do so, for at the deep moment of scandal, the Confessor-in-Chief -- unlike Mr. Nixon -- accepted that what is wrong once stays wrong forever.
In the midst of Mr. Reagan’s eight years, the division of the nation -- and the world -- held us at the brink. Europeans worried that the Soviet Union would battle America by dropping nuclear weapons across their own continent. Workers became poorer. The rich got richer. And a huge spending on the military made everything else tough for government to afford.
The president ran a far-right campaign and lost seats in both chambers of Congress in every election afterward, because policies outraged voters. Nonetheless, Mr. Reagan seemed willing to admit when others had better ideas, such as saving Franklin Roosevelt’s greatest achievement -- Social Security. Only by meeting with House Speaker Tip O’Neill and a old super-liberal Congressman from Florida named Claude Pepper did Social Security get saved. That confession allowed a president who was hated to rescue on who was loved.
Perhaps that may be good enough reason to not hate forever the actor-turned-politician. Maybe that Republican might be a good face to show that people can work together on something, even if it is as simple as changing the faces of our money. Take away the Republican on the $50 -- a general so brutal that his nickname was, “The Butcher” -- and instead make America smile again. Let the Democrat on the $20 -- whose biggest military job was to kill Indians -- get replaced by Mr. Roosevelt. If Congress takes up the simplest task, perhaps it can show that government can SOMETHING together, rather then bash one another. Maybe it Washington and Lincoln get to embrace two Kings -- Elvis and MLK -- instead of someone who discovered electricity or a slave-owner. Maybe the rich man on the $10 who wanted George as our new King can instead be replaced by Harriet Tubman, who put her life at risk to led an underground railroad, and gave true meaning of liberty and justice.
The man who loved jelly beans was (and is) himself hated by vast swaths of the American people. During his governorship in California, parents with kids in college didn’t approve of policy that forced tuition, where once there was none. Crackdowns against free speech and the far-left resulted in massive arrests, firings, and political tension.
Yet he worked with his harshest critics to find a middle ground on Social Security. Presidents are at their best when they listen to the other side, and are kind enough to find the truth of what can be done to help the people.
If before government could work together on huge things, now we can’t even fix the roads. A government with absolute control of the Congress and White House fail to pass a budget to keep the government open. Maybe changing faces on the money is just too big a task for politicians who can only yell at each other.
Just as every soul is imperfect, and this is an imperfect Union, certainly every president does things wrong. Every president -- aside from Mr. Roosevelt -- is hated. (Ronald Reagan said constantly that he would NEVER say a mean word about Franklin Roosevelt.)
Confession are rare in politics, and lately it is not love but hate that our president seems to use as his tool in office. The prior president is a good dad, but just as brash as any soul to believe that victory means never bending. And the man with great hair from a small state simply could not confess about his own imperfection.
Please, God, let it be so, that if THIS president -- like Mr. Nixon -- is willing to shake hands with the Devil, so as to stay rich and buy and election, then it is You who are omnipotent. It is You, God, who will know whether an imperfect soul is exploring within to assess personal failure and political game-playing.
If, Dear God, the Confessor-in-Chief washes his hands so as to seal his fate with tweets of hatred, then the failure of an imperfect soul to look within not only fails at running the government, but will have ripped this nation apart. The glutton of wealth and coveting of power weigh as much as do 30 pieces of silver.
As all endured the 2016 election...
THIS HUMBLY MESSENGER ASKED GOD SIMPLY TO TAKE ME AWAY... – (New Years 2016) -- LONG BEACH, CA) -- ... Rather then that I stay... tied... bound... locked... a bed I don't sleep in... held in place... no idea where I am... and then my Kid and Dad and Brother... (Why haven't they rescued me from this prison and safed me?)
In Dec 2015, my Kid takes me to ER and my brain is spiced in major surgery. Strapped to the bed, unable to say words, is the thought visible in the soul, "You can just take me, God... I'll just fold it up." And there's Kid and family, and then the guiding message is, "Just never give up.
While you suffered a horrifying national election, I started on New Year's Day, grateful to God for His Grace allowing that I was the luckiest soul in a ward where no other stroke patient hobbled with such fortune.
How lucky to not read or listen to the fury and hate dividing this nation, my task merely was personal, and simply to survive. While your heart ripped open, I learned to walk and read and speak and live. I am as fortunate as a soul can be. If now my only role is to be a humble messenger, then I thank His Most Great Most Magnificent, to be in full sacrifice, to let go of selfishness and arrogance, particularly where I spent decades in politics and writing.
I may thank God that I again have eyes that can see and fingers that can type, for through His Gift, and with the fullness of His Heart, am I able to offer my own imperfect soul, to talk of messages that perhaps I may never know in fullness or understand 'what' or 'why' and thus simply can I consider this revival of a human soul as being my own life given by His Gift.
I no longer am registered with the Democratic Party, where I entered in 1992, and worked as a press secretary for five state lawmakers, and as a public relations hack in organized labor and political campaigns. I proudly am just an obscure novelist working on a fourth book that I had not believed would possibly begin.
The PARTY OF GRACE shown in the upper corner is where now my voter registration changed this year. The Party of Grace technically does not exist, but the link in the upper meme is the Facebook group where this humble messenger seeks a vehicle to carry to others thoughts that I don't even quite understand why.
A stroke was a Blessing in disguise
HEART PITTER PATT... – (JANUARY 27, 2016) -- Somehow I recall that on Dec 1, 2008, my body weight was 232 pounts. All my life, weight varied wildly. I never understood why I could gain or lose ten or more pounds in a week, despite no major eating changes. As it turned out, the failure of my heart resulted in fluid being stored in my body, sending huge shifts in my size, because the fluid and the heart were a nasty combo. At the end of 2008, I finally got a doctor who figured out why my heart and fluid were messed up, and in 2009 through 2012 the improvement moved me down from the 230s into the 220s, 210s, and 200s, all reflecting positive medical actions between me, my primarly doctor, and my heart doctor. Then, in 2012, I realized that it would be helpful for me to use a daily file to record how weight could be a helpful sum to show the progress of heart treatment. Then, in 2014, I finally was put into a survical action where my heart was cut open, patched with lots of surgery, and the result shows major improvement. However, the fluctuations remained, and the ultimate outcome in Dec 2015 was a major head stroke. That is shown in the righthand area. Based on the initial result from the Dec 14 surgery and the intense month of recovery at the hospital, not only did I survive the stroke, but there seems to now be a normalization of weight changes. I have been recording my daily weight, and for the first time in my life, there seems to be no wild shift in my weight. What this suggests is that not only did I live, but now my body seems to have achived a weight that goes up or down by a pound or so, and my weight is at a size of where I was about 30 years ago. So, sure, being knocked down for the major hospital thing that I experiendes between Dec 13 and Jan 5, I cound myself to be luckier than I every have been in my life. Woo hoo!
IMAGE: Forty years before a stroke, an 8th Grader on America's Bicentennial Year (1976)
What does Billy's 'New Skool' teach?
Politics is purposely shattered -- like broken glass and burnt books -- by a Tycoon-in-Chief who plays Robin Hood in Reverse, stealing from the poor to feed the super-rich. Ordinary Americans suffered the biggest tax cut in a century (90% going to 1%), and must endure the ever-bloating National Debt. Let's rescue Abraham Lincoln by reinventing the Republican party, where New Skoolers show human decency while working for a smaller govt through fiscal discipline.
What's a "political reviv'ul" preach?
Billy's political reviv'ul is to recruit Souls of Faith and Minds of Science to join together, across Eternity, to save God's green earth, by absolute devotion, as His gathering stewards.
Campaign 2020 Miracles?
Taking 2nd Place on March 3rd 2020 in a crowded field means Billy is a Republican opponent in a district the press describes as, "the most Democratic seat in the nation." Beating three Dems to face a little-known two-term incumbent shows that unlikely victory could morph into an absolute Miracle
What does Billy stand for?
What will Billy do to help communities in the 44th?
God gave us one planet to live on. Let's save His gift.
How do we send people to war? and welcome them back?
In Dec 2015, a stroke and major brain surgery knocked Billy Orton down.
On New Year's Day 2016, he hobbled through a hospital, spoke few words, could not read, and short-term memories swam away like fish.
Billy's hardest year -- 2016 -- made him the luckiest soul in America, for while all others endured an ugly presidential election, he simply had to learn to again walk and read and speak.
Exactly two years after brain surgery, Billy picked up an ID card to start a Masters program at Cal State Long Beach, where he finished a bachelors decades earlier.
Billy stutters, and cannot recite a speech. Reading remains hard. Vision is weak. Hands don't work so well. So this humble messenger thanks God (and Mr. Roosevelt) each day for life's great fortune.
Only God, in His omnipotence, knows what the future holds, but we each can learn that every day is both a challenge and a reward.
By letting go of selfishness and arrogance, this humble messenger is indeed the luckiest soul in America.
Three months campaigning to help defeat a front-runner. Endorsed opponent and withdrew
Drafted as a "Sacrificial Lamb." Outspent 7-to-1. Said everything I wanted.
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The 'First Day in Office' series
First Ten Bills
First Ten Phone Calls
First Ten Resolutions
First steps on budget reform
Bill Didn't Win
Bill's Concession Statement
VOTE GUMBY (1985)
Gumby was once just a little green slab of clay. You should see what he can do today. Vote Gumby. Three Gumbies Won.
Click on the image for the Smashwords site carrying the published post gender novels!
When Two Lovers Woo
Hope for Change, but Settle for a Bailout
Love and Hate in America
Not a complete novel, but a four chapter writing exercise to test ability after a stroke
Giddy Up Little Horsey
Arnold Spankergrüber Rides For President
Billy spent 2017 and 2018 as the only registered member of the Party of Grace -- which technically does not exist -- to cast a pox on America's broken politics. In the 44th District, 207 political parties represent the 353,000 registered voters. So is Billy just some Marxist? "Of course I'm a Marxist," says Billy. "I've loved Groucho for decades." (That's a joke btw.)
Armistice Day 2018
And yet exactly one century later.... The President didn't show up
Election Day 2018
Laughter smacked down early on Election Day
October 29, 2018
Hatred evaporates a Grand Old Party
October 20, 2018
God knows who wins, for, “It’s not over, Til it’s over..., Over There.”
October 16, 2018
Will a GOP evaporation spark a ‘stable genius’ to fulfill an absurd prediction?
October 13, 2018
Can Americans ever laugh again?
October 11, 2018
The Grand Old Party is evaporating
October 6, 2018
Convict the President in the ‘Court of Public Opinion’ by throwing out the bums
September 22, 2018
When Mr. Putin seizes the vacuum
August 29, 2018
Vladimir Putin’s warm-water lust
Bastille Day 2018
France and Europe wonders what the future may hold
July 4, 2018
Can Americans keep hold of 'life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?'
May 17, 2018
How can Americans dance together again?
February 15, 2018
Go, Washington Fat Cats!
February 8, 2018
When the Commander-in-Chief orders more then a military parade
February 6, 2018
Jerry Brown’s true act of grace is "Ronald Reagan Day"
February 5, 2018
Will God stand beside her, if hatred guides her?
January 31, 2018
Who shall smile, when Russia fires brimstone upon North Korea?
January 30, 2018
What is the State of our imperfect Union?
January 29, 2018
‘We are all equal in the eyes of God,’ said Mr. Reagan
January 28, 2018
Does America still have a Confessor-in-Chief?
January 24, 2018
Thugs, lackeys, hacks, apparatchnik, and the Apprentice versus Members of Congress
January 20, 2018
When leaders learn from “sh_t-hole” nations
January 10, 2018
Will dancing veterans make America smile again?
January 10, 2018
When you lie to farmers, someone will ‘Give ‘em Hell’
January 6, 2018
'Fire and brimstone burn all souls'
October 6, 2017
‘Hurricane Donald’ and the rising waters of hate
July 6, 2017
A minor Party of Grace versus the major Inempt and Beholden parties
June 26, 2017
Love the people, and they will love you
June 25, 2017
America’s smallest working barn offers a July 4th reviv’ul mtg with Thai food and fireworks
June 18, 2017
Three fathers construct America’s smallest working barn
June 15, 2017
Party of Grace throwing Independence Day barn dance to help save America from hate
Dad writes to his unbord kid
Random Advice and Hippy Values
Four novels of 'Post Gender' fiction
The VB&B Business Plan
Father's Day Essay
Two Years on the Water
POTUS Knows Best
September 3, 2008
Palin masters first week on national stage
July 22, 2008
Shoot them, try them or set them free
June 1, 2008
The Anvil of History
March 4, 2008
Cheers, Mr. Roosevelt
February 20, 2008
Going Beyond a Single Word
February 6, 2008
The President's Lawyers Fight our Troops on Health Care
August 22, 2007
Lots of ’splaining to do
July 12, 2007
More Happy Talk from the President
April 13, 2007
End the Army's Bull Puckey
April 12, 2007
Americans in the crosshairs of death
January 30, 2007
SPEECH: The Three Paths to Power
November 11, 2006
Clean Government, Civility and Cooperation
October 8, 2005:
Bill's break of support for Senator McCain
June 28, 2005:
On the President’s War Speech
January 1, 2004:
The Three Rs: The Path to National Recovery
November 22, 2003:
In Memorium: John Fitzgerald Kennedy
November 3, 2003:
Iraqi farmers, Achilles & The President
September 24, 2003:
The President's Most Feared Foe
May 31, 2003:
Springtime Snowflakes: The Rummygram Blizzard
May 13, 2003:
George, Victoria & Empire: A new ballgame for "The Big A"
April 1, 2003:
Resign, Mr. Rumsfeld
March 13, 2003:
The War, the President & Mr. Lincoln
March 6, 2003:
Press conferences, U.N. vetoes and Jacques Chirac
March 1, 2003:
IRAQ: War, Peace & Secrecy
February 13, 2003:
Ari's 'Old News,' or Who let the North Koreans get The Bomb
Jan 27, 2003:
POLITICAL SUPERBOWL: Our team isn't scoring too many points, but the game isn't over.
January 13, 2003:
Stopping the Second Korean War
OCT 11, 2002
The mutual fund lament: 'Where Have All the Earnings Gone?'
OCT 10, 2002
First Congressional reply to Orton's call for Flag-&-Pledge Amendment arrives
OCT 6, 2002
Bill Orton one month out: Money, mail & a smile
SEPT 30, 2002
ON THE JOB SERIES (Part 3): Elvis impersonators, good drivers would get
SEPT 27, 2002
Bill Orton uses TV, mail, press, email in call for veto of drivers license bill
SEPT 20, 2002
Politician's tax mail tells tall tale
SEPT 15, 2002
Part 2 of the "First Day on the Job" Series: The Power of the Phone Call
SEPT 14, 2002
Bill Orton proposes an end to soak-the-rich budgeting
SEPT 11, 2002
LETTER: Bringing the magic of good food to schoolkids
SEPT 7, 2002
Part 1 of "First Day on the Job" series: Bill Orton's 2003 legislative agenda focuses on freedom, quality-of-life issues
SEPT 5, 2002
LETTER: Governor should veto AB 60
SEPT 5, 2002
Harman fiddles as Bolsa Chica Burns
State budget passed, Tom Harman delivers nothing
SEPT 1, 2002
WEBSITE SUCCESS: Traffic triples in 2002
AUG 30, 2002
Congressman Bill Orton, of Utah, endorses Bill Orton for state Assembly
AUG 28, 2002
Orton announces positions on fall ballot measures
AUG 27, 2002
Orton supports freeway sign for Korean Business District
AUG 26, 2002
Simon now, Harman then: Misstatement, mistake, miscue or just plain pandering?
AUG 26, 2002
Orton accepts refusal to print sample ballot statement
AUG 25, 2002
Elvis answers politician's call
AUG 18, 2002
Orton breaks with Governor over testing; calls for expansion of 'vocational ed,' computer access
AUG 18, 2002
COMMENTARY: We need to move beyond the obsession on testing
AUG 17, 2002
Calling all Elvises!
AUG 17, 2002
Bill Orton praises Congressman Dana Rohrabacher for tentative support of Flag-&-Pledge Amendment concept
AUG 10, 2002
Protesters tell Harman to 'play ball' with Governor on Bolsa Chica offer
AUG 9, 2002
Bolsa Chica Likely Battleground in Assembly Race
AUG 7, 2002
Harman slams door on Bolsa Chica offer; Rally still on for Aug. 9
AUG 5, 2002
Bolsa Chica choice is black-and-white, Orton tells attendees to HB council
AUG 3, 2002
Noon, Fri., Aug 9th Rally to Save the Bolsa Chica
AUG 1, 2002
OPINION: Let's Pass a Flag-&-Pledge Amendment
JULY 23, 2002
How Tom Harman could save the Upper Mesa of the Bolsa Chica
JULY 17, 2002
Sanitation board members vote to end OCSD's controversial waiver
ORTON ON CAMPAIGN CASH: "Just enough for pastry politics"
July 11, 2002
FRONT PAGE: Local politician leading effort to save U.S. pledge
HB Independence Day Parade marks kickoff in drive for Flag-&-Pledge Amendment
JUNE 29, 2002
Bill Orton offers $7 million budget package for ten cities of 67th Assembly district
JUNE 27, 2002
Southern California politician proposes 20-word Flag-&-Pledge Amendment
JUNE 23, 2002
Friends of the Shipley Nature Center to hold open house
JUNE 22, 2002
Bill makes friends at Leisure World parade and festival with strawberry ice cream recipe
JUNE 16, 2002
Bill Orton calls for universal computer access in schools
JUNE 10, 2002
The S.U.V. Bill
JUNE 8, 2002
My brother, Edison High School and how the Ramones saved rock 'n roll
JUNE 6, 2002
Bill Orton to speak to American G.I. Forum, will address immigrant drivers license issue
MAY 24, 2002
Opponent cannot 'fight on both sides' on SUV bill, says Orton
Orton marches with HERE Local 681 in Mothers Day action
MAY 8, 2002
Orton joins environmentalists in opposing 388 homes on the Bolsa Chica upper mesa
MAY 5, 2002
Orton reaches tenth city bearing gifts; spends weekend campaigning in Stanton
APRIL 28, 2002
Orton invites opponent to dance the go-go
APRIL 12, 2002
Orton laments passage by Assembly of 'urgent' sewage district bill
APRIL 5, 2002
Bill Orton knocks opponent's environmental voting record, graded as an "F" by the League of Conservation Voters
APRIL 2, 2002
Assembly candidate Bill Orton marks April Fool's one day late, courtesy County of Orange
MARCH 28, 2002
Orton calls on President to start talks with Japanese on compensation for WWII prisoners
MARCH 20, 2002
Farmers Market man celebrates National Agriculture Day
MARCH 12, 2002
Orton chides opponent on game of footsy; announces endorsement of Joan Greenwood
MARCH 5, 2002
Orton congratulates opponent on life of ease
FEB 25, 2002
Orton is "Yes on 40," "No on W," backs district schools bonds
FEB 21, 2002
Orton calls for an end to the sewage pumping waiver; announces support from Dr. Paul Yost
FEB 16, 2002
GMO labeling a cure for panics in crop export markets, says legislative candidate
FEB 15, 2002
Orange County elections officials to refund $2,800 to end sample ballot tribulation
FEB 7, 2002
Orton's Statement Won't Hit Homes
FEB 7, 2002
Harman's Bill Goes Way Too Far
FEB 4, 2002
Bill Orton picks up Rossmoor endorsements in race for 67th
FEB 1, 2002
Tribulation over sample ballot turns to triumph without trial
JAN 21, 2002
Bill Orton listed with SmartVoter.org; to speak at OC Dem Convention
JAN 8, 2002
Locals come on board as Orton race in 67th grinds out of first gear
DEC 21, 2001
OPINION: On Religious Freedom
DEC 15, 2001
Leisure World Democrats put Bill Orton over the top in Assembly race
NOV 27, 2001
Bill Orton seeks Democratic nomination in Assembly race
NOV 26, 2001
On Human Cloning and tampering with the food chain
May 22, 2001:
GMO labeling & testing is cure for crop export panics