#ETTD

Republican strategist Rick Wilson wrote a book titled “Everything Trump Touches Dies” which has a Twitter hashtag of its own that needs no explanation.

I’m reminded of this as I watched “America’s mayor” Rudy Giuliani beclown himself on CNN last night. Chris Cuomo pressed Giuliani on the mounting list of indictments, guilty pleas and convictions to which he responded “I never said nobody on the campaign ever colluded with Russia. I said the President didn’t.”

The once proud, by general consensus mayor of our country for his handling of the 9/11 aftermath now has his reputation in tatters because he hitched his wagon to Trump train. He’s gone the way of Trump University, Trump steaks, Trump airlines, Trump vodka, and Trump casinos.

And that’s just a partial list of the failed businesses.

When you compile the list of human resources whose reputations have taken a nosedive you have to include Jeff Sessions, Michael Flynn, Reince Priebus, Sean Spicer, Rex Tillerson, John Kelly, H.R. McMaster, Don McGhan, Emmet Flood, Ty Cobb, Ronny Jackson, Nikki Haley, Sarah Huckabee Sanders and Chris Christie. These people all had notable reputations (at least in some circles), but have since paid a steep price for attaching their wagon to Team Trump.

Let’s not forget the sad souls that didn’t have a decent reputation to begin with — who just went from low to lower: Lindsey Graham, Trey Gowdy, Ted Cruz, Devin Nunes, Anthony Scaramucci, Michael Cohen, KellyAnne Conway, Sean Hannity, Rick Gates, Paul Manafort, Orin Hatch, Stephen Miller, Tom Price, George Papadapolous, Omarisa Manigault, Roy Moore, Sam Nunberg and Roger Stone. Do I dare? Yes I do. I’m going to add Melania “I don’t really care do you?” Trump to the list. You want to talk about Melania and reputation? Okay, let’s do that.

I can think of only one Trump appointee who successfully avoided getting his reputation shattered – James Mattis. But since he resigned in protest, you must conclude along with Rick Wilson that #ETTD.

Furloughed workers are getting on board with Wilson’s assessment too.

Skin in the game

I’ve come to the conclusion that a lot of people are big talk until an issue affects them personally. Case in point, the 2019 GOP shutdown.

Because of this belief, I was pleased to see pictures of two hour TSA lines at Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson airport.

Armchair Trump supporters can wait in line while unpaid federal workers begrudgingly scan their bags in between taking sick days.

Isn’t this shutdown great? You know what fixes it? Skin in the game.

The air traffic controllers actually have the power to end the shutdown in less than 48 hours with a strike. Can you imagine the scrambling that would exist in Washington during a complete shutdown of air traffic?

How presumptuous of the federal government to assume workers will report to work for no pay.

Truth to power

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez speaks truth to power. She’s 28. It’s resonating with young voters. This is long overdue.

Bernie can say the same words but it doesn’t ring as true with the voters we need to turn out. Same with Elizabeth Warren. Same with Joe Biden.

This probably sounds like age discrimination and you’d be right about that. It is. There’s just no denying the fact that it’s time to pass the baton to a younger, more representative/diverse group of leaders. It’s their future. My parents’ generation had its turn which is why we need these octogenarians to fade off into the sunset.

OAC is too young to lead the party but she can be extremely effective as its messenger until perhaps one day her time comes.

Elizabeth Warren

I look down the list of hopefuls for 2020 and I can only envision 4 dems who would survive a brutal general election. They are Kamala Harris, Adam Schiff, Sherrod Brown and Amy Klobuchar.

Warren is someone who I can agree on 99% policy issues but I just don’t think she’s tough enough. We need a fighter. I’ve seen Warren at the stump taking some pretty tough talk, but I think there are tougher candidates who won’t get painted with the Massachusetts liberals anchor a la Mike Dukakis. I don’t see how she shakes that label to win a general.

Harris on the other hand is a former prosecutor who, as we’ve seen during congressional hearings, doesn’t take shit off of anyone. And she’s calm, cool and collected while doing it.

Schiff would be the guy if we’re going for a super smart straight shooter.

Brown has a likability factor to him that I think would resonate.

Klobuchar is also smart and tough.

I intentionally left off Beto O’Rourke and Joe Kennedy. I just don’t think the country wants to revisit Kennedy no matter how good his ideas may be. O’Rourke is as inspirational a speaker I’ve seen… up there with Obama, but he’s still a long shot. Maybe someone will put him on the ticket as VP in an attempt to win the south.

Biden is the apparent front runner but honestly I think he and Bernie are just too old. The country is ready for a youth movement.

To that end, I like Harris/Schiff, Harris/Brown, Harris/Klobuchar or as a lonshot, Harris/O’Rourke.

And I also like Elizabeth Warren… as the senior senator from Massachusetts.

2018 – A New Chapter Begins

Probably a lot of things happened in 2018, but I can only remember from about July onward.  That was the day that, like Dudley Moore in the movie ’10’ waking up to the sound of Mexican trumpets blaring outside his window, I had an epiphany.  This plan of buying a pied-à-terre downtown was all wrong.  My head leaped up three feet and much to Donna’s surprise I said:

“I’m ready.  I’m ready to sell this house.”

“Wha?”

“I’m ready to sell the house.”

“Okay, give me a minute.”

We had just been furniture shopping for our eventual property addition of a condo downtown.  I think the prospect of adding more furniture to our list of possessions got me to thinking seriously about what we were signing up for.

My original reason for moving to Tualatin had to do with trying to get into a top school district.  Problem is, my youngest graduated 12 years ago.  I no longer have kids going to school in the district.  That reason no longer holds.

There were other reasons to stay.  Great neighbors.  The house was an excellent place to host functions which we did with some frequency.   Tualatin has great parks.  The downside is it’s a long ways to downtown for work and we have a few years left — at least.

So I won’t bore you with all of the details of the move but here’s the summary.

  • Three house transaction.  Donna’s rental, my house + new house
  • Of course we found the home we really wanted before either of our houses had sold.  In fact, it took several weeks before my house was presentable enough to even be up for sale.
  • Donna’s house closed in September
  • Our new home closed in October
  • My house closed at the end of November

It worked out almost perfectly, but not without some drama along the way.  Our realtor, normally a cool, calm and collected character once asserted “You guys are risk takers!”   In retrospect, he had a good point.  Regrets?  Nope.  This time the chips fell our way.

In a move this size everyone has a role.  Mine was head sherpa.  Donna’s was head box packer and painter.  By the end of October we were two exhausted souls.   We had some very timely help from my children who always seemed to come lend a hand at the perfect time.  And these were not easy assignments.   Really heavy stuff being packed out of the attic and basement.

For that help we are very, very grateful.  Thank-you kids and grandkids, one and all.

Our new (to us) place is a 1950’s ranch style home but it has a basement.   The previous owners did a great job of keeping the upstairs updated (the master shower is luxurious) but the garage and downstairs, not so much.  We’ve come up with the term “our 25% fixer-upper.”   In addition, it was a downsize move for us.  Not by a lot, but still.  Several truckloads to the Salvation Army.

After we moved in we realized 3 of the 4 doors to the house didn’t work.  However, they had installed an extremely high-tech chicken coop with solar panels in the back that worked perfectly.  Go figure.  Priorities I guess.

The house sits on close to .5 acres and is ideal for someone who is into gardening (hint, not me).  We’ve had our hands full getting some of the new projects going but it’s progressing along and we’re moving forward and not looking back.  Donna loves her new commute.  15 minutes into work.   We’re also two blocks from Lewis and Clark College so we get a lot of hipsters skate-boarding by the house in ski caps.

The place often reminds me of my younger years.  I always had wood stoves back then and this place has one so I find myself grabbing the old axe and making a trip out to the woodpile to fetch some firewood.  The garage remodel alone will keep me busy for 6 months.  At the moment I’m tearing out brown paneling, green carpet, baseboard heaters and having garage doors installed (not one, but two — front and back).

Oh, and we have leaves and fruit trees.  But lots and lots of leaves.

I would be extremely remiss if I didn’t mention the wonderful news that we are about to welcome not one, but TWO new family members in 2019.  In fact, within a week of each other I learned that Emily and Ari are both expecting.  I believe the due-dates are in the May/June timeframe.

This will double the grandchild count and boy are we looking forward to that!  We have a swing set out back and grandpa’s going to have a tractor so come on over and play on the farm.

I am reminded that we were very privileged to host two final gatherings at the Meier Drive house.  The first was a Fritts/Hellier family reunion in July which was so memorable mainly because people who hadn’t seen each other in decades got a chance to connect.  I met all of Donna’s relatives who could make it and some are now my most frequent “like”ers on my non-stop barrage of #resist political posts.  We see eye-to-eye, me and these #NeverTrumpers.  Oh and we had music on display.  There is music in the family bloodline that is for certain.

Finally, we had one last hurrah at Meier drive with my side of the family when we hosted my sister Donna’s retirement party.  Donna got to retire!  We were so happy we wanted to shout it from the mountaintop — and I think she was too.  It was fun to see the smile on her face connecting with old friends and family.  A very special day indeed.

I’m sure I’m missing a ton of stuff but as I mentioned at the start, the rest of the year is a complete blur.

Let the new chapter begin.  Both of us are all-in and ready for it.

B&D

A lot of hot air

It wasn’t even a week ago the bloviator in chief promised to die on the hill of $5B for his border wall or shut down the government. Predictably, that was all bullshit. I feel it’s my responsibility to point this out.

With a ballooning deficit because tax receipts are falling short and the Dow Jones down a full 6% since the tax cut for millionaires was enacted, Trump is feeling the heat of the one and only issue he could stand on slipping away: the economy.

Investor psychology is real and at the moment volitility in securities and rising interest rates are driving psychological sentiment negative. And once negative, it takes quite awhile to turn that bus around. And I didn’t even mention the asinine tarrifs that are killing jobs in the auto and farm industries.

Bring on the recession post haste. We’re overdue, so let it happen on Trump’s watch. Let it happen tomorrow. I’m bearish on 2019 and plan to profit off it by betting against companies with high debt who boosted their stock prices in 2018 with stock buy backs fueled by their exorbitant republican tax cut.