Hanky-Heads

For some reason, a former neighbor popped into my head this morning while listening to news about the Iran non-war.  It was 1991 and 'Pat' had taken a new corporate position, making the move from Indiana to New Jersey.  As a cultural reference: it was the latest incarnation of Star Trek,  and Pat preferred Captain Pikard's bald pate while I'd have jumped Riker's bones if given the opportunity.  I made it a point to befriend her...East Coast people have such a bad rap...but gradually I placed more distance between us than the common wall of our living rooms.

I don't remember the conversation but I remember the moment I heard her call the peoples of the Middle East, Hanky-Heads.  I didn't have the confidence to call her on it at the moment, shame on me.  She liked to drink and so did I, and during one of our 'stupors' she shared this story:

'Pat's' two sisters liked to drink, too, and they'd all go partying in Indianapolis.  One sister she described was beautiful, blonde, buxom (and well-married).  Snockererd and giggly one night they stumbled upon a wake, of all things.  Everyone's seated, soft music playing, when Blondie, in her up-to-here, down-to-there outfit, staggers up to the casket and begins sobbing and sobbing.  She finally turns and leaves the building held-up by her sisters.

Sure, it's a funny story, but can you imagine the widow?  Poor woman, she's probably been haunted by their prank for the rest of her life, and likely has a very different recollection of her late husband; questioning innocuous memories.  Naively, I was shocked; for Pat appeared to be quite conservative during the daytime.

Anyway, that all popped into my head following Iran and the news (correctly) thrashing the latest White House loss:  Lori Chavez-DeRemer, the former Labor Secretary, who's leaving for personal reasons, uh-huh.  Hopefully she's not coming back to this neck of the woods, for prior to D.C. she was a Representative from Oregon who lost her re-election campaign.  So she flunked out of Trumpland and I'd imagine would come home to lick her wounds (with her father in tow), ugh.

When you hear the allegations against these people - their extracurricular (and extramarital) affairs - sure, it's not uncommon, but you'd think they'd have a higher level of decorum in their positions.

But we're a nation run by a Pig with a capital P who has no morals; who's trying like hell to reshape the future of our country regardless of him being in power: a Christian Nationalist nation, where women are once again chained to the kitchen while undesirables are chained in ICE facilities.

Nice goin' Mr. President.