Amid magnificent rolling hills and farms throughout Frederick County there are not lots of conversations about ocean-going vessels and those who serve or have served in maritime endeavors. It is entirely appropriate to alert the public about Sunday celebrations of National Maritime Day.
Perhaps the time has come to consider the negative effects of the constant news cycle of presidential politics. The health of everyone is truly threatened these days. It takes lots of chutzpah and self-discipline to turn off “the teevee” and computers and all matters of the latest technologies.
I can’t resist it. Today marks Triskaidekaphobia. No, this is not when the populace is incessantly scratching, or itching, or running for the hills, or fearing things like ghosts, or scurrying from black cats and ladders or debating the mark of the beast.
The chickens are coming home to roost, at least within the friendly educated confines of Frederick’s city limits. Those who love fowl play are all excited now, clucking with joy.
The day is going to arrive soon when all of the “Republican establishment aficionados” stop running to their cubbyholes or dens and begin their lives as “posterior osculators.”
In case all the wise and ebullient people have somehow forgotten, today is Election Day. Perhaps the county-wide polling centers will be stormed and keep the judges busy, unable to take a break to go to lunch.
In these days of fast changing lifestyles, it is always pleasant to receive notes from readers. Usually when readers disagree with viewpoints, they are civil.
So, a national presidential wannabe hopes to charm the smart people of Frederick today. Wouldn't you know it? My laptop has crashed. My 50-year-old plus Royal typewriter still works but, similar to politics of today, not capable of cutting the mustard in the world of computers.
I voted early in the Maryland primary – last week. Right here in Frederick County it was a delight to see all of the smiling faces of election judges and workers, who were tickled with the turnout and the fun of seeing people learning how to use a ballpoint to make selections.
First ever Frederick County Executive Jan Gardner has taken to the job with plenty of zeal. She has developed an effective ability to communicate. This job is not an easy task for anyone.
It’s easy to be verbose about the machinations on national politics. It’s not so tranquil to comment about local affairs when it’s so close to home, and the writers and partisan observers just might run into their victims in the grocery store or restaurants.
I’ve interviewed lots of people over the years. I can say it was fun then and also in these days of remembering the words of so many personages from politicians to sports figures to hell-fire and damnation preachers.
This is the week that is, if I can use most of the title of a long ago television show. Politics on both the national and local levels is incredibly stunning, baseball is back and the preeminent golf tournament, The Masters, is under way today.
In these zany days watching exciting events unfolding everywhere, there is so much to say, write and disseminate. The business of cacoethes scribendi gets easier and easier. In the midst of all the serious business, there is plenty of room for belly laughs, guffaws and grins.
It is a good thing society, as we live it, is fat and sassy. Of course, there are numerous levels of our standing and, let’s face it, we’re more fortunate than most of the rest of the world.
Now is the time for all Kool-Aid drinkers, professional left and right-wingers, and middle-of-the-roaders of all sorts to take a “chill pill” for a few days – or weeks – or months.
It probably isn’t nice to say, but the business of re-writing history, especially of America long, long ago, is wrong, stupid and inconceivable. There can be no renegotiating events of days gone by to fit in the modern day.
Here’s a real “BREAKING NEWS” story, a true blue “BULLETIN” and an EXCLUSIVE. The crime rate throughout the largest Maryland county is at an almost all-time low.
There are so many exciting things going on, both pro and con, good and bad and plain old ridiculous, so let’s have a good potpourri or even a synthesis of the news cycle.
The Friday for Lunch Bunch. For the first time in more than three decades this choice aggregation will be silent and idle. Two days from now the food will have to wait, political conversations will be quieted. In honor of the co-founder of the pleasant weekly talk-a-thon, he will be praised amidst sadness and a celebration of a wonderful life.
The political pot may sometime just simmer on low. Just when everybody figures all is quiet around and about, the bubbling erupts and spews on some prospects. Almost in unison murmurs abound, “Who me?”
Sure seems like all the froo froo about ethics emanating from Frederick County’s Winchester Hall is truly a waste of time and chin wags. Creation of citizen commissions to involve themselves in non-existent violators and violations is merely make work and stall techniques.
There are plenty of challenging public positions. It is rather easy to sit in comfortable living rooms and criticize and mock those who seek public offices. In my days of developing, most assuredly as an “expert,” it was my good fortune to learn how to observe and respect electeds and wannabes.
Candidates are lining up, filling out requirements for the campaign, and I’m preparing for conversations regarding the battles for the Frederick County Board of Education. This electoral process is – without doubt – one of the most important for every family and all the youngsters going to classes.
All the late tittle tattle about how to speak in Bible, most particularly among the political class, is rather interesting, fun and nonsense. Actually, at the risk of starting verbal combat, the King James Version traditionalists hold fast to the orthodoxy. It ain’t funny, folks, particularly to those “standing on the promises.”
It’s too easy to comment on the weather. In a few more days things may be back in order. And everybody concerned with the failings, foibles and foolishness in political battles can get back to the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.
It is Friday, May 8 2015. The big screen is blaring and the Friday friend’s lunch group is just getting started at The Shamrock gabbing about the events of the day, mostly about local events and most assuredly about politics of all sorts. The chatter was in fun, from experience and comradery, better than I’ve ever experienced.
When good citizens decide to stand for public office, they must get fitted for iron pants, a strong constitution and mental perspicacity to withstand assaults verbal and otherwise.
To use slang expressions describing miscreants, bad guys and gals and others from around Frederick County and the world is looked down upon. Probably should, too.
How exciting. We’re in the New Year and it seems the world continues to be messier than ever, and those of us fortunate to be Fredericktonians are in pretty good shape.