The time has come for a real vigil. Using this bully pulpit, something must be done to halt the slide to “Hell in a Handbasket” as a humorist of yore penned more than a century ago.
By all rights the subject today ought to be about local topics of interest. There are plenty. The growing upheaval regarding the Frederick County Council and more specifically, the so-called leadership of the president which is swirling – whether partisans agree or not. And, continuing, the discourtesy to the minority members of the board.
Multi-tasking can be fun. This is expressly true when it comes to punching the teevee remote control in these largesse days of politics, baseball and tweeting. The fields of communication and comments are white with harvest – dare we use a scriptural emphasis.
Everybody all over the place is enduring the shock treatment of the past year. It’s hard to imagine the national political free-for-all gets worse every 24-hour period. It does.
I’m not quite certain, but the use of vain and profane babblings has sure become prevalent on every venue these days. This has been brought on by the political vernacular in use on all levels. Now, no one even flinches.
The coming weekend will be bright and fair, perfect for the fun and sun beach enthusiasts and those enjoying backyard grilling or other restful pursuits.
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.