For centuries, ordinary Americans worked together on endeavors as our NATIONAL MISSION. We laid track and built roads, created communications and technology, erected massive structures, and won global wars, while defeating Soviet communism. Have we done anything prolonged together since landing humans on THE MOON?

   I believe in the greatness of the American people, in their ingenuity and productivity, and their innate fairness and decency. But profound risks pose the greatest threat to ordinary Americans.

   The West Coast could see global cargo routed over The Arctic, which the Chinese already call, “The polar Silk Road!” Tens of thousands of dockworkers already see a trade war impact shipping, but would American leadership fail to stop Russia from domination of The Arctic?

   As spiritual environmental teaches, no one gains politically by poisoning the environment. Let minds of science and hearts of faith link to save HIS air, HIS water, HIS top-soil, HIS wetlands.

   Let us stop yelling, shake hands, and work together.

   This nation born of revolution and sustained through sacrifice must pursue a “national mission,” so as to put the world's most productive people to work, on great endeavors.

   Thanks for considering me for Congress in the March 3rd 2020 primary.

Rev Wm R “BILLY” Orton for Congress 2020
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BALLOT STATEMENT – March 2020 Primary Election
U.S. House of Representatives (CA 44th District)
    Name: Rev. Wm. R. ‘BILLY’ ORTON
    Age: 57
    Party: Republican
    Site: www.BILLYORTON.com

    I shall as CA’s 44th House Member of the 218th Congress….

  1. SWIM WITH SMALL FISH … Guppies together navigate turbulent waters, creating an up-the-middle alternative to save America.

  2. REJECT DIVISIVENESS … of hatred, lies and violence.

  3. FOLLOW ‘GRACE VALUES’ … for a new spirit of American unity to harvest our political reviv’ul.

  4. SHEPHERD GOD’S GREEN EARTH … to protect HIS air, HIS water, HIS top-soil, HIS wetlands, and all souls alive…, for with HIS gifts, each may prosper…; without, all must migrate or shall perish.

  5. NEVER SELL AMERICA SHORT … through splintering allies and spawning chaos that boost Russia’s military expansion.

  6. SEEK GRACE IN LEADERS … displaying KINDNESS LISTENING TRUTH through handshakes and open ears.

  7. PRESS ‘ERA OF GOOD FEELINGS’ … of ‘up the middle’ alternatives to broken major parties, by exodus of Republicans and Democrats, to create a PARTY OF GRACE.

  8. TWEEK WHO RUNS AMERICA … Absolutely, national missions…, but regions states locals could fulfill Acts of Great Regional Agreements, Compacts & Endeavors (G.R.A.C.E.)!!

  9. RETURN TO RiFRA … guard religious freedoms…, let workers use lunchtime to help the needy…, or bakers decide cake-sales…, or pilgrims pursue missions of deep faith.

  10. ‘CHANGE THE FACES’ ACT … Prove that politicians can do something together!! Keep the WASHINGTON $1 and LINCOLN $5, and authorize the ELVIS PRESLEY $2, HARRIET TUBMAN $10, FDR $20, REAGAN $50, and the REV DR MARTIN LUTHER KING JR $100.

    Please Vote! Let’s Save America!

Billy's odd political writing during the 216th Congress

Billy's campaign fits nothing about American politics today. He is a former Democrat running in a solidly blue district as a Republican, which he going seconds before filing to run for Congress.

Billy spent 25 years working in major party politics. When his fifth lawmaker exited the state Senate in Dec 2014, Billy started the year hunting for work and finished his third novel. The year 2015 finished in the hospital, after a stroke and emergency major brain surgery.

On New Years 2016, while hobbling through the stroke ward, Billy became the luckiest soul in America, for While everyone endured the ugliest presidential election in history, the hardest year of Billy's life simply involved learning to walk and talk and read again.

In January 2017, Billy exited the Democratic party after 25 years, and spent the 216th Congress as the only registered member of the Party of Grace , which technically does not exist, but allowed Billy to offer an "Up the Middle" alternative to America's broken major party politics.

In January 2019, Billy sent a 240-piece mailer to Washington, urging GOP rank-and-file facing election in 2020 to adopt Billy's ten-point plan, which is found on Google as "The Guppy Pledge."

In March 2019, Billy asked the Federal Elections Commission whether (by Advisory Opinion) the Party of Grace would qualify to conduct elections. By basic assessment, it would take 60,000-to-80,000 newly-registered members for any party to clear that hurdle.

In April 2019, Billy filed with the Secretary of State to return to the GOP, which he exited in 1984, to take on the 44th district race, which he had sought in 2016 as a Democrat.

Billy's "Words from an Ordinary American"

And yet exactly one century later....

    Armistice Day 2018 -- (The 11th Day of the 11th Month) -- The President didn’t show up....

    In today’s early rain, American military forces prepared for the President’s visit, to a French cemetery, where lay row-by-row America’s never-aging Doughboys, while 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.”

Ten absurd promises to make Americans laugh again

    Tuesday, October 16, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Since politicians make promises they never keep, I’ll make an absurd promise to ride a horse across America, just to “Make Americans Laugh Again.”

    There’s no easy way to fulfill ridiculous pledges, except to win the lottery -- or, if you’re the President, to already be ridiculously rich -- for only money makes a promise cheap and easy. And I’ll never break any ridiculous pledge.

    MY TEN PLEDGES.... (Eleven, if you count Allegiance.)

    Why ten pledges? Because it’s an easy number to remember, as someone named Newt still brags about ten. So I’m also pledging ten, even if people don’t remember my ten, or even Newt’s...
  1. I will ride a horse across America. Why? Because I’ve written an absurd novel in which a character named Larry does exactly that. I’m not named Larry, but just like him, I’ve got nothing better to do. Maybe I’ll need to change my name, to become “Somebody Rich.” I will follow the path listed in that book, because I don’t use a smart phone, and thus cannot whip one out to see where I am. (A staffer named “Someone Else” will have to navigate.)

  2. I will wear a funny hat. It will read, “Make Americans Laugh Again.” It won’t be just some hat made in China, but a Stetson, because Stetsons are made in America, although the President’s daughter probably tells Texans to buy her hats, made in her Chinese hat factory, because it’s making her ridiculously rich. I won’t buy her hats... or her dad’s... although he often gives them out for free. I will only buy Stetsons and I’ll have to buy plenty, because I’ll also often give them out. (And if I run for President, I’ll probably win Texas.)

  3. I won’t tell anyone how to vote. Why bother? It’s a free country, unless you ride a horse, in which case you spend a ton, because horseshoes and hay and saddles cost real money. Since real money is real, you can say what you want. Everyone’s got a strong opinion, and so everyone can wear a Stetson that says, “Make Americans Laugh Again.” And I’ll listen, and not hire some clown. There’s too many clowns in politics already. Hire a real comedian.

  4. I’ll feed whoever rides with me. People get hungry. So do horses. Yes, it’ll cost a lot of money, so winning the lottery will make people fat and happy. People will laugh. People will remember this forever. Horses may not. But they’ll be fat and happy, too.

  5. We can propose ridiculous ideas. How can we “Make Americans Laugh Again” unless we stop saying, “It’s my way or the highway.” Riders shouldn’t prefer highways, because we’ll get struck by trucks, or need a lot more horseshoes. Instead, when riding a long path across this long nation, we’ll come up with a long list of ridiculous legislation, like, “Put Elvis Presley on the Two Dollar Bill.” No one owns good ideas. That’s a great one. Elvis was great. He still is. And it takes an Act of Congress to change faces on paper money.

  6. Everybody says four words. Since my novel about riding across America appeared in 2014, we claim dibs to say four words, or to put them on a hat. America’s a free country. (And that’s four words.) Say whatever you want. That’s four words, too. Have fun with that.

  7. We’ll watch Americans yell at each other. Why is this a free country? So people can yell. While we quietly ride our highways and byways, protesters and counter protesters will yell and cuss, although our horses will be popular. The rage burning this great nation will remind Americans that we all suffer from hatred’s fire. If a great horseback ride across America shows that we must once again work together to retain our greatness, then pouring lottery money into this absurd action is a great investment.

  8. And maybe Americans will vote again. Hatred makes people stay on their couch. As a real comedian who rode horses said, “The only political party worse then my own is the other one.” We won’t tell you how to vote. Just vote. Even just a little... for somebody. (Like, maybe... that certain Some-bo.)

  9. Because I’m a Groucho Marxist. I’m not a Democrat. And I’m also not a Republican. I’ve left organized politics as a protest. But if I win the lottery, I will obey the Angel Groucho, and never leave the Party of Grace, which technically does not even exist. Why is that? Because Groucho Marxists pledge, that, “I will never join any club that would have me as a member.” (If you remember nothing else, remember Groucho. He’s probably not even an Angel, unless God made him one. And maybe his brothers, too. Only God knows.)

  10. This isn’t so “Somebody Rich” can run for President. Will “Somebody Rich” just use a billion dollars to run against “Someone Already Rich?” Who knows? That possible “Somebody Rich” doesn’t know, and that certain somebody happens to be me. (Or I hope to become that certain somebody who wins the biggest lottery ever.) It's $970 million on Friday, but if I do win, I’ll probably get sued, unless I legally change my name to, “Somebody Rich.” The President happens to like already being called “Somebody Rich,” and he stays rich by not paying taxes, like a certain someone who wins that $970 million will be legally required to do. That certain President hires lawyers to protect his "good name," including buying names, like, “Somebody Rich.” He fires lawyers who do (or don’t) pay strippers to not say certain words. So I pledge to not require anyone to call me “Mr. Hey I'm Somebody Rich,” even if I've paid the court to change my name. People who ride with me won't have to say, "H.I." or even "Hey." The great people who join me for that great ride across this great nation, can call me, “Some-bo....”
    Those are my pledges.

    I promise to make Americans laugh again. And I keep my promises, even if I don’t exactly remember everything I’ve said... except for Elvis on the Two.... I’ll always remember that.

    So if I do run for President, I won’t hire some clown. I’ll beg a professional comedian to run, like That Jon Guy. He might have nothing better to do, and Vice President That Jon Guy would absolutely make Americans laugh again. And if I fall off a horse and get trampled by a stampede, President That Jon Guy will absolutely win reelection. Why will he win, too? Because Americans want to laugh again. In fact, we’ll throw a coin -- a great giant huge coin -- to see who gets the nomination for President. Maybe That Jon Guy gets calls at 3 am.

    Thank you, God, for hearing these humble words, for You are omnipotent, and already know whether a silly game will result in fulfilling these ridiculous pledges. I’ll obey Your will. You’re worth far more than the lottery. You’re worth everything.

    And since my friends Nichole Blande and Jerry Caligeri are in Heaven listening to my Mom -- Lennie -- play guitar, please tell them, “Hi,” because lost souls are never forgotten, even if Lennie knows two thousand songs and can sing forever.

    ABSURD UPDATES.... Tuesday! Yes, I did choose two winning numbers -- 3 and 45 -- but that wasn’t enough. The slave-owner and a man who likes slave-owners didn’t win. And that’s okay, because that’s the “President Hater” line, and who wants pure hatred to win? Well, 3-7-15-19-45 sure do. Only someone in San Francisco came close, and that person probably wear flowers in their hair. “Somebody Kind’a Rich” can buy lots of flowers.

Will a GOP evaporation spark a ‘stable genius’ to fulfill an absurd prediction?

    Tuesday, October 16, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Politics is important in a small way to most Americans, but to politicians, it is everything.

    In three weeks, hearts in Washington -- and across the nation -- will palpitate, as ordinary Americans cast their votes. The numbers will be far larger than anyone expects. Turnout of “hard” votes will flood both directions, but a one-sided outcome will be stunningly historic.

    But for ordinary Americans, life can return to normal. Holidays are arriving. Snow is falling. And thankfully, politicians are done bombarding mailboxes and the television shows.

    There is a tiny chance that nothing will ever be the same.

    History is first etched by the wild pounding of the hammers of fury pounding upon the stone. It may be the eyes of a ghost in the Oval Office who first sees history redrawn.

    The President’s party is suffering terribly from hatred that its own leader casts like flames. Long-shot candidates may win stunning victories. The Democratic party smells total victory. No Republicans have ever seen devastation that could evaporate the Grand Old Party.

    Yet Andrew Jackson -- the military general who founded the Democratic party and whose portrait stares to the President’s desk -- may define an ironic reconstruction of the G.O.P. than wipes away Mr. Lincoln’s party forever.

    Jackson’s first campaign for president almost 200 years ago got robbed, when a clear victory with voters got robbed with a final decision to awarded the Oval Office to someone else. Vowing to take power, Andrew Jackson forged a new machine -- his Democratic party -- built with slave owners and poor farmers in the south, and workers in the north.

    The political party that had served the super-rich had evaporated in 1820. Those rich from bank and insurance had sided with the King of England, who demanded his colonies back. The super-rich used George Washington’s Federalist party as a tool to support England, in what historians call, “The War of 1812.” England invaded and the rich made their choice, to act in blatant treason, for a King to protect their own wealth.

    As General Andy Jackson led Americans to the final victory -- in the Battle of New Orleans -- the politicians of George Washington’s party abandoned the Federalists, and there was only one candidate in 1820. When Jackson ran in 1824, only a technical use of the Constitution denied the Oval Office to Jackson, a leader who the rich found untrustworthy.

    In 1828, the military leader ran with hatred as his tool. Slave owners and poor white landed farmers delivered the south. Workers in the north outnumbered the super-rich, and gave a solid foundation on which the Democratic party used to hold power for decades. Jackson -- whose own military job after the war against England had been to kill Native Americans across the south -- started the party that held slaver as their lynch pin.

    The Republican party was born by a fluke. The first presidential nominee got crushed in 1856, and few believed that the funny lawyer of Illinois could defeat the Senator who had won office against Abraham Lincoln. In a four-person race, Mr. Lincoln earned a 40% plurality, and while the south backed the pro-slave Democrats, the swing states went for the lawyer, as the rich fed the campaign as least undesirable victory.

    The fluke of Mr. Lincoln’s victory immediately got pounded by the hammers of history, as the thin number of slave owners burned a fire that sparked white farmers who couldn’t afford slaves to nonetheless join a violent open rebellion. Lincoln was a threat to “King Cotton,” and only dragging poor whites into war could the Union be split to protect rich slave owners.

    After four brutal years of war, Mr. Lincoln stood ready to reunite the fractured Union, as the states that had seceded got pushed back to near defeat. It was only after Mr. Lincoln’s own assassination, in April 1865, that the surrender of Robert E. Lee ended open violent rebellion.

    With the south defeated, and Lincoln dead, the Republicans in power for only a few years became the Grand Old Party, and showed no sympathy for Andy Jackson’s political machine. When southern states returned to the reconstructed Union, the Democrats held little power nationally for half a century, and only seniority in Congress gave any clout needed to retain white power in the south.

    And so what will Americans see in three weeks? Will it be what Andrew Jackson sees?

    News will report a collapse of the Republican party, as both chambers in Congress will flip. The Democrats who pound their chest will claim that more voters hate the President then don't, and thus only they can make decisions. The far edge of the newly-rising dominant party will immediately push for the ouster of the President.

    The surviving Republicans will flinch at the destruction of their own numbers, and flow into the White House to howl about the coming fate of the Grand Old Party. If the Democrats push impeachment, are the surviving lawmakers enslaved to a man who lies even about lies? Will survivors beg for a resignation? Or even consider an internal coup that replaces a hated man with the limping entry of the Vice President?

    History’s outcome will not be seen first by the voters or surviving Republicans, but instead by Andrew Jackson’s ghost, who shall watch a President redefine history itself.

    The leader who squeezed his party with demands that cost the election will reject any critics. No matter how harsh others may see him, the “stable genius” is ready to give Andy Jackson’s ghost a new definition.

    Thus comes an absurd prediction, because no one in politics can etch a stone when history is pounded by hammers.

    The President will give neither party power over him.

    He will demand surviving Republicans to wage absolute political war against Democrats, so as to require that any final impeachment vote in the House comes only through absolute action by the new majority. This would follow the 1998 impeachment of Mr. Clinton, who saw Republicans battle for a one-sided shoving through of impeachment, sending the action to the U.S. Senate for a trial on whether to convict -- and, thus, oust -- the President.

    By demanding the G.O.P. battle every step of a political war, the cost paid is the loss of time. In the First Law of Politics, time is inexorable. You either use it, or lose it. By demanding war to protect him, the President drags a party he’s never led or defended to waste precious time, against an majority that will win like King Tyrus.

    Meanwhile, the President will cast upon the public the burning sparks of fury and hatred. The President has told preachers that violence simply awaits the decision coming in weeks. He will openly side with raw seething hatred, to inspire his own supporters to fight. Splitting the imperfect Union in two will feel like a Second Civil War.

    Sewing the seeds of hatred shall not grow a bounty to harvest, but will instead be sparks of fire thrown atop the Grand Old Party itself. Rather than a future to renew its own future, the sparks shall ignite the nation into fury that burns like Hell itself.

    The ghost of Andrew Jackson can answer the simple question uttered in the Oval Office, of, “Who wins if hatred burns like a fire?”

Can Americans ever laugh again?

    Saturday, October 13, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- A nation can be great only when the people work together. For centuries, Americans put aside differences, to agree on national missions. Now, no one shakes hands.

    The leader of the nation swears an Oath, to defend the Constitution. In less than a month, the question is real, of whether indeed the President will live true to his Oath.

    The big parties are broken. One is owned by a rich man whose only big achievement is the biggest tax cut in a century and principally feeds the super-rich.

    The other side is leaderless, in a car with no engine, and wheels that don’t move any issue forward.

    The President uses hatred and division as his method to hold absolute power.

    The opposition will win massively, yet offer nothing by way of vision to replace the fury brought on by the Hater-in-Chief.

    Both parties will be fractured. Likely, the opposition will take majority in both chambers, and thus pose deep risk to whether the President indeed remains in office. Any attempt to oust the President will be a full-force battle in which the man in the Oval Office will use every tool to fight for his job.

    If neither party controls both chambers, the battle will be even deeper, for neither holds power, and each demand absolute surrender.

    If the current majority party survives, the President will wield no mercy, and the nation will plunge in the abyss of seething raw hatred that burns like the Fires of Hell.

    Thus, how can Americans ever laugh again?

    If the Republican party suffers the biggest collapse in election history, likely the President will reject them, and form his own. He will not tolerate grumbling from the ranks, since his own race has time and money and power. He need simply survive one election. If the opposition wins absolute control of Congress, but lacks the votes needed in the Senate to push through an override of vetoes, no one can do anything. Government will utterly fail. Only the President and his supporters will snicker and sneer.

    The President doesn’t care about Mr. Lincoln’s Grand Old Party. In his visit to Ohio -- a state where soldiers wore Blue -- the President praised Robert E. Lee. Hatred now knows no lines, and division is the only path for victory under this President. If Republicans must reach across the aisle to secure action on any legislation, the President will reject any agreement. If the election results evaporate the GOP, the President owes the surviving lawmakers nothing.

    The “stable genius” is just crazy enough to believe that history belongs to him. By abandoning the Republican party, he would leave both sides fractured, which is his personal manner. If he runs his own “Great New Party,” the only candidate will be him, and anyone who becomes enslaved to his harsh manner.

    Does history change in the form of chaos and insanity?

    Americans suffered chaos for decades, when the North and South battled over slavery. Only with monumental negotiations within a vacuum did temporary bandages patch the deep wounds of hatred and division. The 1850 deal over which states are slave-vs.-free lasted less than a decade, for the pendulum swung in the 1857 Supreme Court decision over run-away slaves.

    The plurality won by Mr. Lincoln in 1860 settled nothing, and endured chaos, as open violent rebellion sparked into flame in the long four months before the election and his Inaugural.

    Time is inexorable, and no matter the desires of many for peace and tranquility, history itself becomes etched by the very few who rise like the Fires of Hell to spark chaos and violence.

    This is where America stands. A narrow sliver is ready to cast matches upon the Flag and cross, to burn away a nation and claim religious domination, through hatred and division. And the President himself is the Hater-in-Chief.

    Can Americans ever laugh again? Not under this Administration. Not under the evaporation of the Republican party. Not under the chaos of opposition that demands the purge of the President. Thus, in short, not under history as we know it.

    Revolutions do not end when they occur. Everything else does. When the power of a King is purged, all who live in the new nation are each day without a King. If the Revolution facing America is for the President to reject the Constitution he gave an Oath to defend, the Revolution would be complete, his power sweeping, and the need to pretend forever gone.

    Be ready for deep division that sparks open violent rebellion, not from powers that be, but powers that are. Be prepared for crushing blows, not from Revolution to end the King, but from the King who destroys his own peasants.

    What is the alternative?

    Work together.

    Stop yelling at each other.

    Shake hands.

    Seek common good, by pursuing decency and forgiveness.

    Without human kindness, no one shall listen, and the King will hide the truth.

    The path to saving this nation is to defeat the King, in an election to drive him from power, after his own party is itself evaporated by his utterly broken soul.

    If Americans wish to again laugh together, no longer should it be that R or D are the letters that fracture this nation, but instead H and L. Unless Americans love one another just enough to show kindness, to listen, and to seek the truth, than hatred shall prevail.

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.

When Mr. Putin seizes the vacuum

    Saturday, September 22, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Q -- When can Americans agree that Russia is a risk?

    A -- When FOX reports that Europeans saw a Russian bomber fly over them without permission, and openly refuse to obey military commands.

    All must wonder, “What does the future hold?”

    For the first time in 70 years, Europeans see an American president whose own warm relations with Moscow creates a vacuum that could end the alliance created by Harry Truman to protect the world from strategic military collapse.

    Immediately following the end of World War Two, the world climbed from its knees, after battling against tyrannical thugs, led by Adolf Hitler.

    Only after achieving the uncertain of victory against Hitler’s Nazi Germany and his Axis allies -- of the Fascists in Italy, and the butchers of the Japanese Empire -- did the United States face an even larger question, of how peace in the world could be secured.

    A generation earlier, after defeating German’s Kaiser, division within the United States slivered the push by President Woodrow Wilson, to join the League of Nations that he created, with an intent to preserve democracy.

    Failure to win Senate support for the treaty kept the United States neutral from the global pact that thus lacked power to push down military aggression.

    As America’s president led the world to the ultimate victor against genocidal thugs, Franklin Delano Roosevelt crafted a new world order, through a vehicle for global peace, with the creation of a United Nations (U.N.).

    The hosting in San Francisco that brought the U.N. into fruition came only weeks after the world wept upon the death of Mr. Roosevelt, and it the ascending leader -- Harry Truman -- whose signature fulfilled the vision of America’s great leader.

    Mr. Truman achieved that which Mr. Wilson could not, for even the Soviet Union would not deny the vast deed envisioned by Mr. Roosevelt.

    As profound as the United Nations appeared to be, all negotiators acknowledged that so massive an undertaking necessarily needed limits of any ultimate power that would otherwise suppress individual nations.

    Every leader -- including Mr. Truman -- accepted that the U.N. would be, at most, a vehicle to carry agreement of the world to secure peace, but, at weakest, served only as a hall for debate that achieves no consensus on threats that weaken the globe.

    To face the structural weakness of the United Nations, Mr. Truman reached directly to our strongest military allies that together had defeated the Nazi regime, but who faced a Cold War against a retreating USSR, in order to creation a regional security pact.

    The end of World War Two saw Europe sliced into two pieces, of free nations, and those dominated by Joseph Stalin.

    The long-time dictator of the USSR killed tens of millions of his own people to hold power and only stood as an ally with the United States and Europe because of the Nazi invasion of Russia itself, giving truth to the strategic reality, that, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

    Harry Truman saw immediately that the USSR rejected peace, so as to pursue strategic domination of half the world. The United Nations would prove inadequate as the principal method to push back strategic aggressive by the Soviets.

    Indeed, since Russia spans 11 time zones, the game being played by Mr. Stalin had begun centuries earlier, in what Czars called, “The Great Game,” and which asked just one question, of, “Who shall control half the world?”

    Europeans for centuries faced today’s question, not simply by a Russian bomber, but the threat it poses, of what the future holds.

    For the first time since Truman created of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO), the American president appears willing to sell the world short and pull back from our global alliance.

    Mr. Truman viewed Soviet expansion as a risk across the Mediterranean, but the Russian jet flying over the United Kingdom is an echo of ships now off the Syrian coast, in the warm-water lust shown by Vladimir Putin.

    Turkey is home to land and water that divide Europe and Asia. A narrow passageway separates the chilled Black Sea that is now dominated by Russia’s control of the Crimea with the Mediterranean itself.

    Mr. Putin sent un-uniformed Russian forces into Ukraine, taking one-third of an independent nation, to seize control of the Crimea, once again giving Russia the waters needed to berth a massive navy needed to dominate the Mediterranean.

    NATO is the question that could be the strategic vacuum of whether Russia can seize the world.

    If “The Great Game” spanned centuries and cost everything, what is the simplest way to win victory? Buy an election? Shove money into a rich man’s pocket? Throw bombs upon North Korea?

    If the United States sees a global collapse of strategic allies by abandoning NATO, and calling other regions simply “sh_t-hole nations” then all is at risk.

    Indeed, the State of our Imperfect Union is not simply internal division driven by a Hater-in-Chief, or one plane flying over the United Kingdom, or ships floating in the Crimea and off the Syrian shore, but that our greatest foe now has possible achievement of what Russia has spent centuries seeking to attain.

    And as we are divided by a leader who tweets and spews hate, lost in our own debate is the question of whether a selfish rich man is selling America short, and posing risk to global peace.

Vladimir Putin’s warm-water lust

    Wednesday, August 29, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- The world is caught in a security vacuum, as the leader of the most powerful nation is turning his back on world affairs to focus on his own personal wealth, using political division and hatred as his tools.

    What is the greatest risk if America’s president leaves the world in a vacuum?

Our greatest foe -- Russia -- uses the vacuum to reach around the world for military domination.

    -- Europe and Canada quiver that the North Atlantic Treaty Organization -- founded by Harry Truman, to offset Soviet expansion across eastern Europe -- will be bankrupted by an American president ready to cut the ropes on global alliances.

    -- Asia watches as America’s president leaves early from a G-7 conference in Singapore, so he could have lunch with the insane leader of North Korea, who already has abandoned any deal to end the rising risk of a rogue nuclear nation.

    -- The entire southern hemisphere sees the American president tighten his domestic grip, to deny any immigration, be it Hispanics crossing the border, or intellectuals working in high-tech, or naturalized citizens from staying in the country.

    Through all of this, the only friendship that America’s president appears to rely upon is his warm, long-standing relationship with Vladimir Putin.

The greatest risk facing the world is that America’s president is about to face a bitter truth, that the leader of Russia will do anything needed to win what has for centuries been called, “The Great Game.”

    Started by the Czars, “The Great Game” asks one simple question: “Why shall control half the world?” When revolutionaries killed the Czar and his family, the Communists crushed 14 neighboring nations, to form a tyrannically-controlled Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Only when Adolf Hitler invaded the USSR did the Communists turn to America for help. When World War Two was over, quickly Joseph Stalin returned to “The Great Game,” and the expansion for the Soviets was an east bloc dominated by Moscow.

    Now, Russia’s Vladimir Putin stands ready to expand “The Great Game,” to asks a question of, “Ah, but who shall now control all the world?”

    Russia spans 11 time zones, but no warm water for an aggressive naval military. Mr. Putin sent Russian-backed forces into Ukraine to seize one-third of the neighboring nation that had gained independence with the collapse of the Soviet Union. The greatest military asset is the Black Sea, where the Russian navy can use the Crimea as it’s principal port.

How do Russian ships take over the world?

    Sailing out of the Black Sea passes through a narrow passageway between the continents of Asia and Europe. The nation of Turkey -- a member of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization since Harry Truman recruited them -- owns both sides of the passageway, with their capitol, Istanbul, in eye’s sight to the waters.

    If Russia wants to reach beyond the captured Black Sea, it must either cut a deal or invade a NATO member, by getting Turkey to allow Russian ships to sail into the Mediterranean. If the passageway is strategically secure, Russia can compete for control of Europe and north Africa.

    The Russian navy sent an armada to the coastal waters of Syria, saying that the United States was slapping around Syria, which Russia already claims as the bully who will beat them down. If Turkey cuts a deal with Russia, Mr. Putin’s navy has a main base in the Crimea, secure passages into the Mediterranean, and use of the Syrian waters as a warm-water port for competition over two continents.

    Europe fears that a Narcissist cares more about getting personal wealth through a friendship with Vladimir Putin than staying true to global security alliances in place since World War Two. Already, the President has held his arms over his chest while the Chancellor of German begged American not to abandon NATO, while fellow leaders watched a reality TV moment.

    Already, the President used his first State Dinner in the White House to lure the President of France to ditch the European Union to get a sweet deal between their own nations. When he returned to Paris, the French leader openly rejected the President’s policies.

So what would Turkey have as a choice is NATO collapses?

    -- Will Vladimir Putin again launch an undeclared war so that ships from the Crimea can cross through the narrow passageway between Asia and Europe?

    -- Is there an open assault by Russia against a long-term member of NATO, just as the Alliance is weakened by its dominant member?

    -- Does Turkey do what what Joe Stalin did when Adolf Hitler signed a secret deal to work together by not fighting one another?

If Turkey is lost or crosses over, what is the risk to the world?

    -- Syria becomes a warm-water port for Russian ships that can push back European ships while the American president turns his back?

    -- NATO collapses and Russia gains ability to expand once again into eastern Europe, to either seize territory or demand leaders that kiss Moscow’s ring?

    -- North African nations bend to allow Russian expansion, which could then include passage through the Suez Canal, to spread access into the Indian Ocean?

    If any of these emerge, they pose risk to global peace, and the rich man who has decades of a relationship with the current president of Russia will be able to sell America -- and the free world -- short, for the paltry benefit of his own pocketbook.

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.


    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.


    -- 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.


    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.


    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.


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.

Jerry Brown’s true act of grace is "Ronald Reagan Day"

    Tuesday, February 6, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Not everybody likes Ronald Reagan.

    Lots of Democrats hate him, starting with how he ran California, as Governor between 1966 and 1974.

    My own parents hated the Governor, since he wanted to fire my dad, and all teachers arrested for smoking reefer. My mom ordered the TV turned off when I watched presidential speeches. Shortly before her death, she said she would never get a $50 bill if my proposal to put him onto the currency ever happened.

    So it is no surprise that the 15 years spent to put Ronald Reagan and Franklin Roosevelt on the money draws exactly one supporter -- me.

    In “my way or the highway” politics, few hold their nose on even the smallest compromise. And what is a smaller action than to change the faces on our money?

    Who would be the easiest to expect that he would hate Ronald Reagan more than my parents?

    Maybe Jerry Brown, who watched his father lose the 1966 race for governor to Mr. Reagan.

    Edmund G. “Pat” Brown Sr. -- known simply as, “The Guv” -- reinvented California. He moved water across the state and forged a world-class education system. He reshaped the roads and buildings and economy. Our population exploded, making California the biggest in the Union.

    It would be easy to expect Pat Brown’s son to hate the guy who beat The Guv.

    Jerry Brown is both the oldest governor in California, and also was the youngest. Eight years after his dad lost to Mr. Reagan, Jerry Brown was himself elected -- in his 30s -- to run California’s government. After his eight years, it was only a stint as Mayor of Oakland that put his name back in the limelight, until he returned -- and won -- a series of state political elections.

    Who could more easily catch a free ride to hate Mr. Reagan?

    Today, we can see that true power starts with a true heart and is carried through a steady hand.

    Taking the simplest action -- to use a pen -- Governor Edmund G. “Jerry” Brown Jr. declares today to be “Ronald Reagan Day” in California.

    Most won’t hear about it. Plenty will be mad. Some will be confused.

    But by his pen, Jerry Brown displayed rare kindness. While others yell, Jerry Brown earns a mark for human decency.

    Paraphrasing a Russian novelist, Jerry Brown’s pen is more powerful than dynamite, for while dynamite explodes once, words explode a thousand times.

    Thank you, Governor Brown, for putting aside the selfishness and arrogance of politics, so as to simply recognize someone who sat at the same desk.

Who shall smile, when Russia fires brimstone upon North Korea?

    Wednesday, January 31, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Before getting a free hour of prime-time television to show names of donors, the President told the press that the only way to unite our divided nation is a “major action.”

    Since the two biggest domestic actions in his first year in office has been to feed the rich and hire the poor to build a wall, it seems unlikely that this President can unite our imperfect Union through action of peace.

    He possess no peace within him.

    Thus, the self-proclaimed “stable genius” likely believes that his only path to uniting Americans is war.

    Put aside for a moment whether war is acceptable in any form, and look at the strategic actions this President seems likely to pursue.
  • We have no allied unity within Europe, where national leaders worry about the fate of the NATO Alliance and the President’s friendship with Vladimir Putin. Even England’s Crown Princes snarl at the man who begged the Queen to ride him across London in her fancy gold-speckled horse-drawn cart.

  • Africa can respect George W. Bush, who earned the highest mark of achievement of any president, when his beautiful soul helped one nation rise from the Fires of Hell, after a previous president did nothing. Mr. Bush invested time and money on the betterment of that continent’s economy and health. Now our “stable genius” turns his back to “sh_t-hole nations” where half-a-billion souls must hold little strategic value.

  • In the world’s largest country, China must wonder whether their hesitant willingness to accept a major global air quality act is worth their time now, since America’s new Great Leader doesn’t care that Paris is burning. Maybe China can simply focus on controlling several oceans and retaining domination over the region and occupation of the Dali Lama’s home.

  • In southeast Asia, many people who must now return face governments that they previously fled. The Tweeter-in-Chief spits hate and orders immigration crack-downs, including of Cambodian and Vietnamese refugees. Since no one will be a Dreamer, anyone whose skin is not white shall again endure nightmares.

  • And those islands on big oceans show that since our President does not know where Puerto Rico is located, it is just too far away for even a genius to think about Australia, Indonesia, the Philippines, or Japan. Let those cargo ships carry money to Los Angeles, so Air Force One can take the President for a golf weekend in Florida.

  • Crack-downs will send anyone with brown skin over the New Berlin Wall, so Latin America falls into the dustbin of history. After all, the real strategy for a Great Leader is to use government dollars to buy election support from the construction workers who must erect our Berlin version.

    Though the “stable genius” is wrongly reading history, it seems that fire and brimstone shall be his “major action.”

    -- In his first trip to the Middle East, the President flew with family to sign the biggest weapons deal -- $110 million -- to Saudi Arabia. The very next day, the Saudis handed a check for a $100 million “donation” to the President’s daughter. (Hmm, Saudi's obviously have money and bombs.)

    -- While the people of Israel still debate “Who is a Jew,” the willingness of the American President to reject any delicacy over Jerusalem suggests that somebody is worth something to the Divider-in-Chief.

    So who would be left for the “stable genius” to shake hands with? Who is beyond the rich shippers or weapon owners?

    That would be Vladimir Putin.

    Our own Great Leader poo-poos the ongoing, widespread investigation of whether treason and bribery are pertinent. Our President stays tight with a former Young Communist turned spy-chief who has controlled Russia for decades.

    Obviously, the global real estate mogul who has shaken hands with Mr. Putin for decades can count money. But what else is there to gain from Russia?

    Vladimir Putin plays a game that Russians have played for centuries. It is “The Great Game” and asks just one question: “Who shall control half the world?”

    If our President tells the press just before his first State of the Union that unity of our own people requires a “major action,” then the “stable genius” must be viewing Russia as his best friend.

    What could that “major action” be?

    Let us pray this is wrong, but our deepest risk is that Hater-in-Chief will look to his grinning best friend and ask Vladimir Putin to drop Soviet-built fire and brimstone upon North Korea.

    If our own “stable genius” is wrong, neither the American people nor history itself shall judge him well for what immediately would become a Second Korean War.

    Perhaps Vladimir Putin is just holding massive military drills so that Russian troops can drive Soviet-built trucks for a trip across the snow.

    Or perhaps the Russian leader rightfully is keeping ready, when the insane leader of the neighboring nuclear power is firing strategic missiles from North Korea.

    After all, even President Bush knew enough about strategic nuclear risk that he ordered our CIA chief to say in an open hearing in Congress that North Korea has The Bomb.

    So our Great Leader must give a genius answer as to whether getting Russia to drop fire and brimstone onto North Korea will lead to immediate victory, because a sustained Second Korean War is not a path to uniting the America people.

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?
    Obviously, it is nearly impossible to oust a President who whips his own party in the slavery of shouldering his hatred. Mr. Lincoln’s Grand Old Party must do now what the GOP did in 1974, when a crook with a secret enemies list ran the White House as a tyrant. If not, the only winner is the name that does not appear.

    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.


    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.
  • The Iranian government -- fighting an open major war with Iraq -- needed bombs and weapons. They promised to give America money if we would sell them the tools of war.

  • The far-right thugs in central America had plenty of guns, but they needed money, so as to buy their way up the middle of their fractured nation, to silence the undecided by shaking sacks each holding 30 pieces of silver.
    “Hey,” said the Lt. Colonel, “why not sell the bombs, and then give the money to the thugs?” And so it happened. A junior member of the NSA got the sign-off and conducted what quickly became known as “Iran-Contra.” All aspects of the secret crimes were disgusting, even to the president... when he finally found out.

    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.

Not ‘that’ Animal Farm, but ‘-t-he-’ Animal Farm

    Friday, January 26, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Long Beach, California is not a huge city, or a small one.

    With about 500,000 residents, it is home to the longest beach in southern California, is bordered by two larger regional rivers, and is the second-largest urban city in Los Angeles County.

    Since people love their pets everywhere, Long Beach residents celebrates “Doggie Day in America” everyday, whether on a beach-front doggie romping zone, the many doggie parks, or neighborhood sidewalks on 50 square miles of land.

    Sometimes people don’t use a leash, which they should, because if their doggie bolts onto the street, a car will always win.

    When a dog or cat vanishes, the city’s facility handling strays is a large one, and serves many of the smaller neighboring cities.

    Government costs money, and very few communities have a “no-kill” ordinance, so if one’s pet is gone, you must hunt the animal shelter vigorously, as there is only so many days a beloved pet to survive.

    Some cities -- very few -- adopt “no-kill” rules, such as the neighboring small town of Seal Beach. Many residents there volunteer every week, because no creature is taken down, no matter how long the animal stays at the small facility.

    How can things fundamentally change? Is it just about the money? Is it a facility serving more than one city? Is it the human view that our species dominates all others?

    Most likely, it’s all of those things. So if one cares about whether a dog is walked using a leash, perhaps such a view holds deeper meaning if a community reaches out, to embrach a complete change in the spirit of humanity.

    Perhaps an animal facility can be something other than a mere temporary site where animals live or die.

    That would cost money, and even a “no-kill” rule would leave thousands of residents unconcerned, uninterested, and unchanged.

    Unless you change everything.

    We know that “Animal Farm” was a book, but perhaps that phrase can hold far deeper meaning if truly it is about animals, and not a mask of how humans behave to one another.

    Paint it in light spirit, and “Animal Farm” could indeed become a theme that changes the human spirit, first in the adopting city, and perhaps everywhere. If successful, “Animal Farm” would lift the commitment of pet owners, and, yes, many would understand that a leash is part of caring about animals. If done beautifully, “Animal Farm” could spread to Any Town USA.

    The fundamental change that builds the barn in the “Animal Farm” is a “no-kill” rule, and that will cost money. Leadership is a true exercise of reaching out to ordinary Americans, and saying, “Well, yes, this will cost money, but if we are committed to treating animals with humanity, then it is just a small price for saving their lives.”

    Some voters would say “no,” because it’s a free country and everyone has the right to their views. But if a leash is only the small start, and the cost is modest, then dog owners would understand that their creator matters to everyone, so why not lightly leash them, and use plastic to gather droppings? If others care enough about animals, then you should care about their shoes.

    If a facility is not taking lives, then the numbers grow. Cages can be counted, but if animals have an open period of life spent in a facility, should their lives not include joy? Perhaps, after a short assessment of which animals are peaceful of spirit, it would be quickly obvious which could live in a farm-like setting.

    Rather then narrow cages that imprison living creatures, perhaps a wide open area, with trees, and protected housing, can feel like one does when living a rural life. If done beautifully, families would visit far more frequently then to simply pick a survivor, or hunt for their lost loved one.

    “Animal Farm” could become a pleasure zone, where recreation is to be among peaceful souls. And like any farm, sure a space is not simply about animals walking freely. Meals on wide tables often are met with a barn dance so that neighbors can gather together. Anound the facility, an orchard gives shade and beautiful and fruit.

    If done with amazing vigor, the “Animal Farm” could indeed connect children and families to creators most do not see. If there is a “no-kill” rule, then providing space -- for rental -- to raise chickens and cows and sheep could assure that every animal on site shall live. While government should not tell farmers how to conduct their business, still, if a city operates “Animal Farm,” rental of space should state that any animal living in the barn will not be slain withing that space. While sheep may give wool, and cows may yield milk and cheese, and chickens lay eggs, a true change in human spirit could give to everyone a site where no animal’s life ends in the hands of the butcher.

    It is unthinkable that so broad a view can be tossed into the community for debate, and result in passage of a measure on the ballot. But that is how leadership is measured. If people agree, then all things change. If so simple a rule as to not kill lost animals leads to a mind-bending “Animal Farm,” then that city will become an Oasis within the desert.

    When kids in school can walk to the “Animal Farm” and volunteer or earn units by milking a cow or learning to make a wool scarf, then everything in life is different, even though they still like in the second-largest city of Los Angeles County.

    If families know when cherries or apricots can be harvested, then we can thank Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who told Americans that we can feed people in the cities with “Victory Gardens.”

    Perhaps a highly-urban city becomes a site where students can take part in the 4H and Future Farmers of America.

    And while residents rent space to raise animals, it falls to them to decide when and why those creatures leave. Perhaps souls previously committed to domination of all other species will see their own role as shepherd rather then butcher.

    Anyone who puts forward a big idea can feel pride that it is debated and acted upon. Even more heartwarming is when children lead a different view of humanity, such as the connections with animals.

    It is not that “Animal Farm” we will remember, but “-t-h-e- Animal Farm.”

IMAGE CREDIT -- "The Planet of the Apes" (1973).

The President will soon announce that Grace belongs to him

    Monday, January 22, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- In ten months, the Republican party will disintegrate.

    This nation is being ripped apart by hatred, and the President himself is using division as a tool.

    In 2016, voter turnout was small, and when waters are at low tide, the few who turn out hold greater say in victory. A famous man with great hair beat a babbler who would not slap her opponent in the face and smile. And people who voted for love had lost. Why get off the couch for a babbler whose own machine had beaten Mr. Love?

    But in 10 months, Americans will turn out in massive numbers, again driven by raw hatred. The division used by the President will push people off the couch, and they will turn out in massive numbers to oust the Republican party.

    The massive defeat of the “Grand Old Party” -- in this humble messenger’s view -- will be the end of the GOP itself.

    In 1974, Republicans were led be a President who also knew about hatred. Richard Milhous Nixon also kept an enemies list. He always swung the knife to slice open division.

    Who can tell whether THIS president is a crook, but a smoking gun made clear to both parties that Richard Nixon had to go. The House Judiciary Committee passed an act of impeachment, in a bipartisan vote. The House Floor was scheduling a full vote. If the bipartisan numbers passed it -- as expected -- then Senators would decide whether America’s president was a crook, and oust him from office.

    In August 1974, a group of senior Republicans marched to the White House and demanded to see the President. In the Oval Office, Sen. Barry Goldwater -- who had been the GOP presidential nominee ten years earlier -- told Mr. Nixon that the House was going to pass impeachment, and when it arrived to the Senate, it would be himself who makes the motion to convict.

    Days later, Richard Milhous Nixon -- a former Congressman and Senator and Vice President -- left in his sixth year as president. Even the leader of the most power nation in the world must face reality.

    Despite the August 1974 resignation, Mr. Nixon haunted the Republican party, and three months later the GOP was demolished in the Nov 1974 Off-Year election. Only because Nixon resigned did the GOP have the chance to rebuild itself, and the new president -- Gerald Ford -- almost won two years later.

    Now, four decades after the horrible 1974 Off-Year election, Republicans again have voters who do not trust the current president, and many who absolutely hate him. To his credit, when one divides, there are SOME who love you. Clearly, America’s 45th president has a “base” of support. But just as the waters were at low tide in 2016, the sheer numbers of support for the President simply can not lift the GOP to survival in the coming election.

    As bad as the 1974 election was, the Republicans will suffer far worse in ten months.

    The one soul sitting in the Oval Office will not accept the guidance of Richard Nixon. This president is NOT going to resign. Instead, his selfishness and arrogance will so deeply divide the nation that the GOP itself will be smashed to massive defeat.

    When Mr. Nixon resigned, he no longer owned the GOP machinery, and that allowed the team to work an Off-Year election without Nixon’s ghost spooking the voters.

    Now, America’s long national nightmare is back, but if the current president refuses to leave office, then he will be the only name not printed on the ballot, and yet doom Republicans to the collapse.

    What will happen to Republicans? Many have announced retirement. Most who remain will lose. Both chambers of the Congress will likely shift, taking Republican away from the powerful majority to instead become the powerless minority.

    The few Republicans who do survive will then go to the president in the days after their massive defeat, and be furious that their lose falls onto his feet. There will be a lot of yelling and some tears.

    Once again, this is just a personal opinion, but this humble messenger believes that our president will abandon the Republican party itself.

    In November of this year, the president will look at his furious friends, and like a bully, he will laugh at their own suffering. And then he will abandon the Republican party.

    How can I possibly believe this?

    I am just a former hack who spent 25 years worked for five elected officials within the Democratic party. About two years ago, while looking for a sixth official to hire me, I suffered a stroke and emergency major brain surgery. Life knocks everyone down, and this is simply my own challenges, but the smack-down was so massive that I said, “God, You can just take me.”

    As I hobbled through the hospital, barely able to talk or think clearly, within me came the words, “Let go of selfishness and arrogance.” Okay... seems like something to remember. Some days later, while again walking, the words were, “Humbly messenger.” Yep, okay....

    I spent the hardest year of my life paying exactly ZERO attention to the 2016 election. That made me the luckiest soul in America, for while everyone else had to endure the race, I simply had to learn again how to walk and read and speak. I voted, but only as an exercise to see whether I could do it. (Voted Vermont in the primary and Libertarian in November.)

    One year ago, the addition within was, “Party of Grace.” Okay, I am supposed to leave the political party which I have worked in for 25 years in a career, and to register for a political vehicle that does not technically exist? That took me months, until finally I simply accepted that my role is for a party with one member, so as to be a voice in the wilderness.

    So what I humbly suggest is that when the GOP collapses in ten months, the president will laugh at the surviving members, and tell them that HE matters more then history itself. He is history.

    If the president leaves the Republican party, he is getting out of a fancy car. He will need a new vehicle to speed him through to victory in less then two years. Because time keeps ticking, if he exits one party, he must immediately make use of time. You either use it or lose it.

    Thus, my humble view is that in December 2018, our president will announce that he is truly exiting a shattered party, so as to form his own. He will completely own the vehicle.

    When you lead a party, it has to have a name. It won’t be the “Great party,” as people will laugh inside the voting booth. It should not be the “Fat-Cat” or “Party of Hate.” Therefore, he should wrap his arm around the remaining base of support.

    The president will declare that a “Party of Grace” is his own. He will call himself the first Grace candidate. He will dump massive amounts of his own money and hire (and then fire) all of the apprentices.

    The appeal for a man gripped by selfishness and arrogance is to believe that Grace can be owned. He will paint himself as the only candidate worthy to voters who are souls of deep faith.

    How on God’s green Earth can a broken soul form a party that doesn’t exist, and beat the two largest vehicles that have together dominated politics in America?

    Most likely by lying, spitting and violence. Said Hitler, the best response to reason is violence. For a national leader whose first year is summed up by the words of “sh_t-hole,” “shutdown” and “tweet,” who could possibly know what is true? When hatred is the tool being swung by a president, it is not the mind that will rescue America. It is the left hand that holds a knife and the right hand swinging a hammer. In a battle of fists, the heart itself will be smashed.

    How could a man whose hate defines the 202 election possibly win?

    On the right, the president’s departure breaks the Republican party apart. How could they nominate someone with a wide base of support, if they’re reduced to yelling and crying?

    On the left, a machine may choose the same face or her friend, but it is still a machine. The progressive opposition loves who they love, but once again, why get off the couch if Mr. Love falls to a machine?

    The president himself does not stand on concrete. Instead, he shifts positions, doesn’t repeat his own words, and bargains with anyone who will cut him a deal. Nice way to get rich, but even Mr. Nixon rightly said, “If you don’t stand for something, you stand for nothing.”

    The sand at the ocean’s edge remains, even when the tide rises. When the waters subside the grains remain. The sand shifts and the shape may alter, but whether it is a beach or the desert, there need be no concrete to pass across sand.

    While the left and right fight their own inner battles, the clock keeps ticking, and if you don’t use time, you lose it. The president will laugh at his Republican survivors in November 2018, and make use of time in the following weeks -- amidst the holidays -- to form a new party.

    Again, this is merely an opinion, but this humble messenger believes that the president will announce in December 2018 that he is giving birth to the Party of Grace, and will redefine history itself.

    As the first soul to register Party of Grace, this voice may soon be dragged from the wilderness, and while one’s own life is never predictable, always shall the agenda be, Kindness Listening Truth.”

Billy's Political Protest -- 2017-18

December 27, 2018    ‘The Guppy Pledge’ for 2020 election FB     Grace
Armistice Day 2018    And yet exactly one century later.... The President didn't show up FB     Grace
Election Day 2018    Laughter smacked down early on Election Day FB     Grace
October 29, 2018    Hatred evaporates a Grand Old Party FB     Grace
October 22, 2018    ‘Saving Lewis and Clark’ isn’t on CBS without lottery money FB     Grace
October 20, 2018    God knows who wins, for, “It’s not over, Til it’s over..., Over There.” FB     Grace
October 16, 2018    Ten absurd promises to make Americans laugh again FB     Grace
October 16, 2018    Will a GOP evaporation spark a ‘stable genius’ to fulfill an absurd prediction? FB     Grace
October 14, 2018    Know what’s crazy, to not be insane FB     Grace
October 13, 2018    Can Americans ever laugh again? FB     Grace
October 11, 2018    The Grand Old Party is evaporating FB     Grace
October 9, 2018    The snowflake’s chance in Hell FB     Grace
October 6, 2018    Convict the President in the ‘Court of Public Opinion’ by throwing out the bums FB     Grace
September 26, 2018    Let “post gender” fiction take the prize FB     Grace
September 24, 2018    Dick Bomber ain't just fiction FB     Grace
September 22, 2018    When Mr. Putin seizes the vacuum FB     Grace
September 18, 2018    Will ‘Angel Baby’ make Americans laugh again FB     Grace
August 29, 2018    Vladimir Putin’s warm-water lust FB     Grace
August 28, 2018    Oust the President and save America FB     Grace
August 22, 2018    The most absurd political prediction you’ll ever read FB     Grace
August 20, 2018    Shockingly, Party of Grace not slapped down for sharing literature FB     Grace
Bastille Day 2018    France and Europe wonders what the future may hold FB     Grace
July 4, 2018    Can Americans keep hold of 'life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?' FB     Grace
May 17, 2018    How can Americans dance together again? FB     Grace
March 1, 2018    The Universal Truth of Time FB     Grace
February 15, 2018    Go, Washington Fat Cats! FB     Grace
February 8, 2018    When the Commander-in-Chief orders more than a military parade FB     Grace
February 6, 2018    Jerry Brown’s true act of grace is "Ronald Reagan Day" FB     Grace
February 5, 2018    Will God stand beside her, if hatred guides her? FB     Grace
January 31, 2018    Who shall smile, when Russia fires brimstone upon North Korea? FB     Grace
January 30, 2018    What is the State of our imperfect Union? FB     Grace
January 29, 2018    ‘We are all equal in the eyes of God,’ said Mr. Reagan FB     Grace
January 28, 2018    Does America still have a Confessor-in-Chief? FB     Grace
January 26, 2018    Not ‘that’ Animal Farm, but -t-h-e- Animal Farm FB     Grace
January 24, 2018    Thugs, lackeys, hacks, apparatchnik, and the Apprentice versus Members of Congress FB     Grace
January 22, 2018    The President will soon announce that Grace belongs to him FB     Grace
January 21, 2018    The imperfection of the human soul FB     Grace
January 20, 2018    When leaders learn from “sh_t-hole” nations FB     Grace
January 18, 2018    One meaning of A.D.A. FB     Grace
January 16, 2018    An Oasis and the Fires of Hell FB     Grace
January 14, 2018    Who shall rise from a Party of Grace? FB     Grace
January 12, 2018    Perhaps Water, Soil and Coffee are God's Greatest Gifts FB     Grace
January 11, 2018    Let Dr. King’s Two-or-Ten show the true meaning of love FB     Grace
January 10, 2018    Will dancing veterans make America smile again? FB     Grace
January 10, 2018    When you lie to farmers, someone will ‘Give ‘em Hell’ FB     Grace
January 6, 2018    'Fire and brimstone burn all souls' FB     Grace
January 5, 2018    (A dream) -- The Pyramid and the Ring FB     Grace
January 4, 2018    A soul slain like a sacrificial lamb FB     Grace
January 1, 2018    Lemonade Park, America FB     Grace
December 21, 2017    Obscure novelist to be first candidate for Party of Grace FB     Grace
October 6, 2017    ‘Hurricane Donald’ and the rising waters of hate FB     Grace
July 18, 2017    Ronald Reagan still rises from the dust FB     Grace
July 6, 2017    A minor Party of Grace versus the major Inempt and Beholden parties FB     Grace
June 26, 2017    Love the people, and they will love you FB     Grace
June 25, 2017    America’s smallest working barn offers a July 4th reviv’ul mtg with Thai food and fireworks FB     Grace
June 18, 2017    Three fathers construct America’s smallest working barn FB     Grace
June 15, 2017    Party of Grace throwing Independence Day barn dance to help save America from hate FB     Grace

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  • " Love & Hate in America -- Lambchop Battles the Sexist Pigs ." Very short, and incomplete, but chapters one and two march two married women through the East Wing into the Center Hall of the White House, to Hell itself, where President Dick Bomber feeds skinheads, Fat Cats and Putinites at the trough. ( PDF Version) ).

  • " Angel Baby -- The Jewish Angel Brothers horsewhip Nixon’s Ghost ." The dead Nixon and a drunken Joe Biden offer a great alternative to Dick Bomber, a violent sexual predator who spews hatred as his weapon to run for president. ( PDF Version) ).

  • " Fighting America’s Invisible Wars -- Battles Waged against a Soldier, a Stripper, and a Dork ." Love and heroism outrank hatred and domination. Two women come together for a kiss in a U.S. military airbase, just before bombs fall around Air Force One. ( PDF Version) ).

  • " Hope for Change, but Settle for a Bailout ," When a dork wins the lottery, does it change him? When his best friend fights for victory in the Olympics, is she different after competition. When two women fall in love, does hatred and domination defeat them? Only love and heroism prevail. ( PDF Version) ).

  • WHAT IS “POST GENDER” FICTION? These four books view men and women as equal, for love and heroism are not defined by gender. In “post gender” fiction, putting aside false divisions -- like age and sex and race -- can defeat hatred and domination. There must certainly be other writers of “post gender” fiction, and perhaps the Nobel Prize can coin the phrase. These books are not the greatest, nor are some even good, but they earn memory not by the author’s name and wealth, but the end of sexual domination to hatred.

    Laughter smacked down early on Election Day

        Tuesday, November 6, 2018 -- (ELECTION DAY) -- The words “Have Fun” appear unpopular on Election Day, as it took only minutes for political satire to get frozen on Facebook.

        Giddy Up Little Horsey is too despicable, too outrageous, too funny for a free e-book to be shared to people who otherwise are condemned to puke.

        Weightlifter-turned-movie-star-turned-politician Arnold Spankergrüber and comedians That Jon Guy and Tom Funny Nice Man lure a lottery-winning dork to fund an absurd presidential race again Mr. Bully Hate Man, except mud throwing will be on horseback.

        Arnold Spankergrüber must be too controversial.

        Yet even if Mr. Putin or the President order lackies into full attack, today ordinary Americans will reject hatred. The greater display of an election’s meaning is not that people get slapped down, but that they vote in spite of violent divisiveness, deception and hatred.

        Sure, a satire book got slapped down. The opening chapters of Giddy Up Little Horsey got released as an Election Day gift, but it took less time to freeze the free e-book than it would take to read the 2,000 words of an obscure author’s prequel.

        It matters not that the author’s earlier work focuses on love and hate tearing America apart in the Bush/Obama/Trump era.

        -- Nixon’s Ghost appears in Angel Baby, in which the dork crosses the nation on horseback to see that hatred ripping America apart.

        -- In Dreams of a Lottery Winner, a sexual predator repeatedly attempts to violently rape a female soldier.

        -- Lambchop Battles the Sexist Pigs asks, “What happens if hate wins?”

        -- Even in Hope for Change, But Settle for a Bailout -- the author’s first book, of 400 pages written in 2012 using a manual typewriter -- shows the rich and poor are in battle, which is almost prophetic in the age of a Fat-Cat-in-Chief.

        Are books burned like happened in Nazi Germany?

        The matches today are locked down social media, by freezing, denial, and flagging.

        So this message appears simply as a bookmark, that on Election Day, the action of freezing debate -- even over comedy -- shows our blessed nation is in a long Winter of Discontent.


    ‘Saving Lewis and Clark’ isn’t on CBS without lottery money

        Monday, October 22, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- If Arnold convinces That Jon Guy to pull strings, perhaps a Cowboy Broadcast System will air nightly five-minute ads before the news, showing a dork ride a horse across America. “Everybody, please,” will say Tom Just Tom, “don’t count on it.”

        “Saving Lewis and Clark” features a married couple -- Lori and December -- and the dork named Larry, who again wins the lottery... bigger than his first time.

        Now, the couple’s friend must keep absurd promises, to ride a horse across this great nation, and wear a funny hat, or That Jon Guy will humiliate the dork, until he shells out millions to run together against a Sexist-Pig-in-Chief, President Dick Bomber. (President Who?)

        Lori Lewis and December Carrera return as the romantic lead for their fifth novel, but once again, hatred spewed from the White House or during an earlier confirmation hearing show social butchery that suggests the “Post Gender” genre remains mere fiction.

        In this new genre, love and courage outrank hatred and division. The heroism of Lieutenant Lori Lewis will shine, and her wife’s navigation skills will make December (and their son, Riley) look like Sacajawea.

        Who’s Arnold? And That Jon Guy? And Tom Just Tom? Or that Clark in the title? That sounds like a bunch of men. And possibly real men, who might look and act like men. What’s so “Post Gender” about that? (Or, them?)

        Love is not defined by what you are, but who is in your heart. Courage is shown by the soul. Lori and December are, indeed, women, just as Larry and Arnold and those others are men. (And hopefully, really funny men.)

        Why, that sounds like comedy. Why not win $1.6 billion in tomorrow’s lottery and shell out that money to produce an absurd television series? Well, here’s an obvious answer. Novels start on Day One, and since Day Two will likely include tossing tickets in the trash, the best plan is to keep writing. Unlike the lottery, novels aren’t finished by dreams.

        The First Rule of Politics is that, Time is inexorable. “You either use it, or lose it.” Creating fiction of an absurd presidential campaign -- to act as a national catharsis that ousts hateful and division -- means a writer better get to work right now. Writing sixty or seventy thousand words would lay text perhaps by late next year.

        By that time, it will be clear whether the President faces an open primary battle, and who among the opposition is elbowing their way up the ladder. Anyone serious about weighing in on the 2020 presidential election better be in full-speed action now.

        While the dream of winning $1.6 billion -- that’s with a B -- tomorrow sure would be nice, perhaps the inexorable ticking of time makes Day One worth just a little more.

    Dick Bomber ain't just fiction

        Monday, September 24, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- An obscure novel in which a sexual predator spews hatred as a tool of division during a Senate confirmation hearing first appeared in 2014.

        Today, the President and frantic leaders of the Republican party scramble to jam a rapid vote to confirm Brett Kavanaugh as an Associate Justice of the Supreme Court.

        In "Angel Baby" -- a "post gender" novel -- Senator Dick Bomber lashes out during the confirmation hearing of an Army General, in a charade used to push his own race for president.

        "While few will read my book, and no one will likely remember my name, the character of Dick Bomber will last forever, like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde," said the author, Billy Orton.

        Anyone wishing to use the six weeks that remain before the nation's November 6th election can get the absurd 105,000-word novel at no cost.

        Click for FREE E-BOOK.

    Let “post gender” fiction take the prize

        Wednesday, September 26, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- While Dick Bomber ain't just fiction, the obscure novelist who wrote “Angel Baby” and three other “post gender” books is not alone.

        Other writers who also are obscure agree that love and courage outrank hate and gender domination.

        Perhaps the Swedish Academy that determines who to award with the Nobel literature prize -- and has delayed the 2018 selection until next year -- could select a group of writers, to coin the phrase, "post gender" fiction.

        Since the Nobel is given due to funds come through the donation from a man who created the biggest explosives, it is fitting that “post gender” could be coined by the Swedes.

        A century ago, another obscure novelist -- a Russian, who authored, “We” -- said that, “Words are more powerful than dynamite, for dynamite explodes only once, but words explode a thousand times.”

        “Angel Baby” is not the only book to carry the undefined genre, but as the new Hater-in-Chief gives meaning to utter sexual domination, it is fitting that the character of Dick Bomber becomes the words etched into his memory.

        Like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde, the character of Dick Bomber masks his ill deeds, using raw power to spew hatred as his tool for division.

        The opening chapter of “Angel Baby” is a U.S. Senate confirmation hearing, in which Dick Bomber hurls hatred against the meek, as a charade to push his own intent to run for president.

        Since all of the scenes in which the character appears were originally written in 2014, it is a stunning reminder that the current president is himself not alone, in the rank of Hater-in-Chief.

        While the characters of three Jewish Angels -- Groucho, Harpo, and Chico -- become the additions to the novel, to weave three stories together, every other scene and most of the quotes of the Dick Bomber character are exactly as were written four years ago.

        Even Nixon’s Ghost offers a great alternative, or “near-great” anyway, to the Hater-in-Chief. The ghost is locked in eternal chains of the realm of Limbo, which now technically does not exist, as the previous Pope signed a paper to end the existence of Limbo. But not unless Nixon’s Ghost can rise from his own ill deeds, is he allowed to beg for the chance to again resign, this time as the last soul trapped in Limbo.

        Any book buries huge questions in single lines, for the secret sustained bombing of a neutral nation is far more than a symbol. But Nixon’s Ghost -- in his role as emcee of the absurd “White House Lamb Duck Masquerade Ball” -- finally can grow, like Ethos, when he admits that, “Maybe the Cambodians deserved a little better.”

        As poisoned as the dead crook is truthfully presented to be, his soiled name is nothing as deeply latched to the chains of hatred as is Dick Bomber, who repeatedly attempted to rape a female soldier, and hurls hatred in all directions as his game. Thus while Nixon’s Ghost appears complex in his own suffering, the sexual domination of the main negative character gives meaning to “post gender” fiction.

        Just as the successful medical professional, Dr. Jeckle, showed when alcohol sent him into the grip of Mr. Hyde, it is the troubled soul itself that poisons Dick Bomber.

        In America’s greatest sorrow, for the first time, the nation is led by hatred, division, and absolute domination. Even Richard Nixon -- who founded the Environmental Protection Agency, pushed the Clean Air and Clean Water acts, secured detaunte with the Soviet Union, and toured China to ease global tension -- holds higher ground than the current occupant of the most important building in the world.

        But it is sexual domination as wielded by Dick Bomber that gives the current president a name that shall last as long as Jeckel and Hyde.

        This obscure novelist may indeed never be known, and few will read his books, but if the Swedish Academy views “post gender” as a phrase worth coining, then the true value of a writer’s career is fulfilled, no matter who gets the prize.


    Will ‘Angel Baby’ make Americans laugh again

        Tuesday, September 18, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- What happens if hate wins the White House? How absurd can it possibly become?

        Sadly, it's not the story of an absurd novel, as Nixon's Ghost almost looks pretty good, maybe even "great" or, "near-great" anyway.

        The author gives two women in love as the central romance, who become the target of a Hater-in-Chief, in the violent fury of an arrogant attacker.

        Even Joe Biden getting drunk on sake almost looks like an alternative to the victory of hatred.

        The book is free and, at 105,000 words, would probably take as long to read as the remaining seven weeks of the Mid-Term election provides.

        But as the ghost of the dead president teaches a complete dork, the first rule of politics is that time is inexorable. "You either use it, or lose it."

        If the ghost is successful at teaching the newly-elect dork serving on the Long Beach City Council how to be great, his own win shall be the chance to again resign, this time as the last soul left in Limbo.

        Utterly absurd, long, and unlike anything you'll ever see, the novel -- "Angel Baby" -- is released seven weeks before the election, so that voters who are bored by politics-as-usual at least have a free opportunity to make America laugh again.

        The free e-book is found at the independent site called https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/442089 "Smashwords."

    # END ##

    Sent to the City News Service, and three local newspapers serving the area of the author, and to close friends. No other press release will be sent, unless Dr. Henry Kissinger displays interest in a discussion of a possible appearance in Long Beach -- home of the largest population of Cambodians outside of that nation -- to issue a personal apology for the sustained secret bombing which he masterminded. The single most important scene of the novel occurs at the utterly-absurd "White House Lame Duck Masquerade Ball," in which Nixon's Ghost is the emcee, and the surf-guitar band Dengue Fever joins the Marine Corp band in playing, "Hail to the Chief." That scene, and this release, are being sent to Dr. Kissinger, as well.

    Shockingly, Party of Grace not slapped down for sharing literature

        Monday, August 20, 2018 -- (Long Beach, CA) -- Routinely, social media posts result in flagging that slaps a one-week lockdown on politics.

        In a rare outcome, the sharing of literature for a political party that doesn't technically exist touched half-a-million people on five dozen groups that love or hate the President, and it did not result in a one-week slap down for the Party of Grace.

        The literature, prepared last week and distributed on Saturday, had to wait for distribution, as another post a week earlier had brought on another lock-down.

        Does the rare embrace (or disregard) of the Party of Grace's fall 2018 literature mean that people on both sides are praying for another option than hatred?

        Only time will tell.

        It will take another week, though, before Party of Grace can share more, since distribution

    REGISTER ONLINE IN POLITICAL PROTEST.... The Party of Grace website includes a link to register online to vote in California. The State allows you to cast a vote for anyone you wish, regardless of political party.

    As everyone else 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.

    Stroke surgery gives Bill a brain vacation

    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)


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There's only one planet Earth, and so Billy's political reviv'ul seeks to recruit Souls of Faith and Minds of Science together, across eternity, regardless of party, to save God's green earth.

Campaign 2020 Goal?
Take Second on March 3rd.

Billy stands by his 2016 campaign.
  • Pro-choice, pro-labor, pro-environment..
  • Single payer? Yep.
  • Champion our ports? I will.
  • Freeway toll-lanes? Absolutely not!!!
  • Veterans medical and mental health care? Damn straight. It is a sacred promise.
  • Restore the Voting Rights Act? We must.
  • Comprehensive immigration reform? Si.
  • Label GMOs? Absolutely.
  • Marijuana? Treat it like alcohol. No open container, no DUI, not for minors; otherwise legal, taxed, regulated.
  • Enough gun laws? Let's enforce the laws we already have.
  • Universal preschool for 3-year-olds? Yes. Prosperity lay in people attaining their full potential. That starts with early childhood education.
  • Shipping lanes in an ice-free Arctic? Unwise.
  • Homeslessness... Think what you want about homeless adults, but kids are total innocents. They had no say in their fate. We should feed homeless kids and give them the normalcy of going to a school... one that helps their family get services.

What will Bill spend his congressional career seeking to bring back to the 44th?
  • San Pedro Butane Tank Farm... Get Dept of Energy into talks with Plains All-American about the company vacating their site.
  • The Waterfront... Get the National Oceanic & Atmospheric Admin to berth vessels at AltaSea to study ocean acidification, whale incursions into shipping lanes, and sea-level rise.
  • Carson... Create a National Institute on Goods Movement, at CSUDH.
  • Asian Pacific Trade... Work with the ports and myriad agencies to boost trade with Samoa, the Philippines, and Cambodia, but I would vote no on the Trans-Pacific Partnership.
  • Somewhere in the 44th... A federal building dedicated to handling immigration and naturalization cases, with space for an OSHA office (to investigate accidents at the ports), EPA (to monitor air and water quality), Army Corps of Engineers, and Fish & Game.

We have to take care of it forever... or we can't live.
  • EARTH... Massive federal effort, with legislation if necessary, to save bees, which stand as perhaps God's greatest gift to the planet; investment in topsoil preservation; a federal version of the Williamson Act, to reduce the pressure to turn cropland over for residential development; coordination with Native American nations on habitat restoration and long-term, sustainable economic development on reservations; support through USDA of urban victory gardens to encourage a re-connection with the cycle of growing seasons.

  • WATER... Greater capture, percolation, treatment, and re-use of stormwater runoff; the soft-bottoming of channels now hardened with concrete, like the Los Angeles River; continued talks between the feds and California to assure the continued viability of the Great Central Valley as our nation's most productive cropland; restoration of degraded wetlands, particularly along the Gulf Coast; research to advance desalination to bring down costs and lessen environmental impact; and bringing realistic assumptions into the management of the Colorado River watershed.

  • FIRE... Investment in forest management, to reduce the fuel accumulation that leads to super fires; added firefighting resources, in light of dryer hotter times; matching funds for state and local firefighting, since the fire "season" is now year round.

  • AIR... Mandate all US sea and air ports create emission reduction plans for mobile sources, similar to work done by the ports of LA & LB; cooperative efforts with the major automakers on electric battery technology.

How do we send people to war?
How do we treat them when they come home?

  • WAR... We must be prepared for major warfare, but anticipate fighting asymetrical conflicts against force like the Islamic State and Al-Queda, but a headlong screaming plunge into war is irresponsible. We must brace for sacrifice, but choose conflicts carefully, so any sacrifices hold meaning.

  • ON THE FRONT... We need more forces, particularly throughout the Marines, in civil administrative units of the Army, and special operations in each service. Full integration of women into all jobs in the military must continue. We need more airlift, like the C-17 Globemaster, which is the modern truck for moving personnel and materiel. With more airlift comes the need for more air bases.

  • WHEN THEY GET HOME... Everyone exiting military service gets a full physical and mental health assessment, which is formally conveyed to the VA. Guarantee three months of home base stationing after final deployment, to conduct health assessments and give a transition into civilian life. Include contract provisions to give exiting personnel a dog or gym card, to smooth the transition.


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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Giddy Up Little Horsey
Arnold Spankergrüber Rides For President

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Angel Baby
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When Two Lovers Woo
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Hope for Change, but Settle for a Bailout
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Love and Hate in America
Not a complete novel, but a four chapter writing exercise to test ability after a stroke
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Dad writes to his unbord kid
Random Advice and Hippy Values

Bill's Novels
Four novels of 'Post Gender' fiction

The VB&B Business Plan
Monument House

Father's Day Essay
Two Years on the Water

Election Humor
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

May 22, 2001:
GMO labeling & testing is cure for crop export panics

Billy Orton is a novelist and historian living in Long Beach, California.