Musings:
•Is Joe Biden too old to be president? Yes. Is Donald Trump too old to be president? Again, yes.
All politicians should be given the boot when they reach the age between 65 t0 70 years, depending upon when their current term ends. There comes a time when they cease to represent We the People and concentrate upon maximizing their retirement funds. The Chas prefers term limits for senators and representatives, because we don’t need generations of mossbacks running our country. But, if term limits seem to be unthinkable, at least We the People can insist that the politicians retire at the same age as the rest of us do and make way for a new generation.
•T. Rump is now calling himself “Honest Don.” What a hoot! Only used-car salesmen call themselves “Honest (Whoever).” Tell me, dear reader, would you buy a used car from “Honest Don”? Given T. Rump’s track record as a businessman, you should beware. He will show you an array of lightly-used automobiles; but, once you sign the papers and fork over the down payment, he will hand you the keys to a “beater” parked in the back lot. No, honestly!
•You’re an old-timer in Aurora if you:
Remember when the buses had two doors, one in front for entering and one in the rear for exiting (although many passengers in the front exited through the front door, creating “traffic jams”).
You washed your automobile at the South Lake Street carwash.
Were a member of the audience at the Boulder Hill Playhouse.
Took a swim in the quarry in Batavia (and survived!).
Purchased some produce at the Paramount market in Oswego.
Remember when businesses were closed on Sundays and holidays so that their employees could spend time celebrating and/or enjoying family gatherings.
Had your palm read by “Madame Wanda” on South River Street (next to the Greyhound terminal).
•One regret I have is not being interested in photography when I was growing up in the 1950s. I could have recorded what Aurora looked like then for the sake of posterity. I have my memories, of course, but memories are not as lucid as a photo album, don’t you know?
•My oh my! Is there a doctor in the house? Bela Suhayda needs one – fast!
My colleague, Wayne Johnson, had commented upon T. Rump’s cognitive fitness to be president of the United States and cited the collective wisdom of professional psychologists and psychiatrists to bolster his argument that, yes, the Orange One had a bent mind and no, he was not fit to be president.
Suhayda, in his collective wisdom, referred to the 28 as “waddling quacks” and declared that not only was T. Rump cognitively fit, but that President Joe Biden was cognitively unfit. The Chas would like to know from which university Suhayda received a degree in psychology/psychiatry. Obviously, it can’t have been the among those at which the 28 matriculated.
Suhayda doesn’t have such a degree, of course. What he does have is a little “birdie” who whispers in his ear and whom he obeys unquestioningly. That “birdie” is a vulture, named “T. Rump,” who circles endlessly searching for new victims to peck.
In reality, Suhayda is, in the words of the Bard, William Shakespeare, “[a] poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.” Except he doesn’t know when to leave the stage. Rather, he sputters interminably and ignores the signals of the stage manager. He repeats “a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” (Macbeth, act five, scene five).
“Out, out, brief candle,” indeed.
Just a thought.