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Why are women tougher than men? Well, let’s talk about babies; that’s one of the bottom lines here. I’m super-duper brave but I don’t want to have a baby. Have you seen what that looks like? The first time my wife’s belly stretched beyond the size of the Titanic and she still balanced on her same two feet I knew the entire story about aliens on earth was true.  It turns out, women are made of spandex; who knew? More, women eject a person from their bodies and smile afterwards about it! Personally, I’m pretty sure my wife had me leave the delivery room while telling the nurses, “He’s gonna pass out,” while giving birth to our first child.

Women are made of spandex.

Who are the ‘flowers’ of Mankind?** (This is a pineapple flower in our backyard.)

Women have super-sonic hearing.

Women actually hear a baby crying at any time of night and get up to see if they might help. Many sore ribs later, I did the same but I never heard the call, I just answered it so the beating might stop.

Women are alert even before having coffee.

Honest to gosh, I was good in math while I could only spell my last name half inside out and backwards. But, here’s the deal: I was in ninth grade and sitting next to a flaming Goddess of womenhood who couldn’t add anything to divide after subtracting her multiplication. So, yes, during a math test because I knew where she lived and figured I could walk her there after school, I briefly scanned her work to help make some corrections. Well, the teacher caught me looking over this gal’s paper and figured I was getting answers from her! When I think about it, was it weird to have the teacher assume a grade A math student (me) was copying off a C-ish grade math student? Teachers have a lot of stress. Anyway, I went home and told Mom, my hero of everything that might or did go wrong, about the teacher ripping up my test! Blah blah blah, I went on and on but left out the part about the gal next to me being so hot she could melt wax.

The next day in Math class the teacher stood up in front of all of us ne’er-do-wells and apologized to me. It seems my mom paid him an early morning visit and the heart-throb gal had also confessed. But do you see? This one story has the power of women in it in several ways! My 9th grade hotter than a blowtorch gal had the, “I’ll do anything for you,” power over me and my mom had the ,”I will screw you so hard into the ground that you’ll pray your hair sprouts as carrots from beneath it if you don’t apologize,” power over the teacher.

Women have power.

I remember the first time I head noogied a gal at our bus stop because she was unbelievable to me. Well, mom caught me later that day and explained, “That’s not how to get a girl’s attention.” So I marched down to Judy’s house and apologized for rubbing her head too hard and that was the end of our torrid relationship until many years later.

True story, later on as a Junior in High School: “Hey Judy, it’s me, and I’ve been dating for a while and my girlfriend and me just broke up so I was thinking I should come over to your house?” (I’m not going to get more specific), “Nah, thanks for asking but I’m dating a guy (d—head; my interjection) and can’t see you ….” Sob. About 1/2 year later the phone rings… “Hey, it’s Judy, I’ve been thinking and I think you’re right; you should come over.” I remember how hollow the phone line seemed as her words rattled my ears. “Well, really I’m, (a di–head, my interjection) seeing someone now, so that doesn’t work.”

I’m thinking Judy is in the second row, the first or fourth person seated…can’t quite tell.(6th grade shot) I’m the sixth from the right in back row.

Truly, what had happened here is Shakespeare had time traveled long ago, caught wind of my two love-ships-passing-in-the-neighborhood story with Judy and then returned in time to pen, Romeo and Juliet. I’m thinking royalities.

Bonus picture:

Talk about time travel, Dale and I were married under a tree and took this shot some 40 years later under the same tree…how’s that for being a tree hugger?

Moving on—

But, beyond the power to bedazzle, it’s finally coming to light in our word how insightful women can be. They have been making great leaders of countires and not, as some have thought, drown in their tears while doing so. Think about it: what didn’t your mother know? I couldn’t hide a jelly bean in my room without it showing up on my dinner plate that same day.

Women know stuff.

I’ve postualted in many ways in my books and blog posts over 11 years that the world has been running at 50% mental compacity(if lucky) since woman have historically been denied, kicked aside, worse, belittled and not incorporated into the World’s development.

It’s an odd thing how some of us deem God as a Man with mystical powers but all of us know our earth is our mother: Mother Earth.

A little bit more about men:

And, because I was mostly a dic-head myself until I had daughters of mine own, I know lots of men, how many really feel, think and value women; it ain’t pretty. It’s an odd internal arrangement most men have going on where they deeply desire the same woman they fear and detest with debased attitudes full of holier-than-thou opinions slapped out in slanderous phrases like the one trump was taped using on a bus before his election; you know what it is.

As a hippie, I began to understand the power of women and men’s need to respect that power and understand the place women have in society. (circa…1975ish)

Talk about Flower Power! Our crepe myrtles reached to the sky this year.

Thing is, Flower Power didn’t change the world as we thought it might back then. No. Life went on and women remained confined by male ideologies made of stupidity. Unfortunately, many men still join hands to play political Marco-Polo in a vat of ignorant thinking while depending upon women to be their life preservers.

Yep. Men spend much of their lives, some of them all of it, chasing pussy while using the same term to refer to men who aren’t worth their salt. It’s an odd slip of the tongue, or is it?

Women are much stronger than the words of men.

This is why now, NOW, my spirit truly soars as we approach the Nov. 2020 elections.

Biden will not only win this Nov. since trump hasn’t changed anything in America but for making it worse, but Biden will also have the first female VP in United States history! Who ever she is, she will be the President’s confidant, his trusted companion, his right hand ‘Woman’, a female leader who shows how much more women can be in our society and, importantly, she will stand one step away from being in charge of the United States!?!

It’s been an aweful four years with trump breaking every norm and constitutional phrase of meaning he can, and we have Covid-19. But, as cliche’s bounce back and forth and come to light, this year could have a huge, Silver Lining!!! We will finally have a woman in the White House working hand-in-hand with our ‘Top Dog.’

In a way, it doesn’t get any better than this.

Go Biden; we need a huge Cup of Joe this Nov… Win this election.***

Franque23

*Last week’s post was, Men are tough

**Women…

***Once again, we all have to pony up as elections are won with ideas AND money. Until that changes, we have to pay to improve the lot of Mankind. Give what you can.

 

 

 

 

 


Well, my dad would be 109 today so it’s not a great surprise he isn’t here to celebrate the day. Thing is, he taught me how to start a garden from a raw hard ground on Long Island, how to spread anything with just a shovel, how to grow food and when to pick and what to do when the crop comes in. He taught me to grow fruit trees though on Long Island he grew apples, several kinds, while in Florida we grow a varity of oranges and figs, papayas, pineapples and lemons….

Later on in life, I used to fly up in May to Lake Bonaparte, New York, to plant dad a garden. The soil there is much like Long Island’s, hard packed and rock filled. but, amazingly, that garden up at the lake grew like crazy and by mid July it was a huge force of fresh food.

Anyway….

I mulched the garden here in Floirda today with intentions to wait until mid to late August to plant once again. We’re still picking some green peppers, collard greens and several kinds of herbs but this is the fallow time of year for my garden here in Florida. Mind you, some here plant a varity of beans, okra and other stuff that does well during the summer in Florida, but I take this six weeks off  to rest myself and the soil.  I mulch now to keep the weeds from growing from now til then.  Today I spread 30 wheel barrels full of leaves over the garden as dad’s voice rattled my head.

“Ye God’s and little dill pickles.” Dad would call this out often enough as I grew up and most likely for good reason. Today, now, the saying fits perfectly….

I can’t imagine what my dad would think about people claiming Russia is in bed with our President, or, is it the other way around or does it matter? “Honey, I swear I wasn’t in bed with her; she was in bed with me!” Me? I’ll let that all shake out in time—truth has a way of winning out.

Dad might just forget the mess we’re in and garden that super asparagus patch he had…and he might have been better off for it. Dad was a silent worker who never complained that I remember but for President Nixon’s removal—He hated that.

Dad was there for my very first day home—I’m all spanking new from the hospital.

Bonus picture: Bonaparte Lodge way before( I think) my dad was born on July 18th, 1911.

I love old pictures of our past.

(Back to story)

Dad fought in WW II along with his brothers way before my time,.

I don’t believe the war was upon my dad, his father or his three brothers at the time of this picture…(Dad is second from the left.)

But, by the time this picture below was taken the men had seen war first hand and women had done their part at home. Dad isn’t in this picture but his sister my, Aunt Virginia,( now a Morgan), and Uncle MO Morgan of Natural Bridge, NY are here…

My dad’s sister, Virginia Morgan, is top left row, then his parents, his brother, Rolan, and Aunt Donna; bottom row is Uncle Mo Morgan who owned the Morgan Store and the Natural Bridge Caverns in Natural bridge, next to him is a cousin, maybe Ginny Mae Morgan,, Aunt Lola, more cousins, Jim?, and Uncle John is bottom right. We were so lucky that all four brothers survived fighting in the war.

My Full Colonel, Max R Franquemont, dad…..

It’s thrilling to note that upon my Dad’s passing just after 9/11 that the army flew a Missing Man formation for him over Lake Bonarpate where he first had trained as a soldier. There was also a full taps and flag presentation to my mom. The flag is still in the camp at Bonaparte. My dad was a big deal in the war—yes, I am proud of dad.

I love to know dad had many great memories up at the lake in his elder years….

Dad and mom with the Shermans up at, Lake Bonaparte. Joey and Mary are still our best friends at the Lake. What a time it has been!

But to me, dad was never an officer, a man who’d been over seas and risked his life for America. No, Dad was a gentle father who never once raised his voice to me—not ever, though I gave him good reason to, he just didn’t. He taught me how to fish during years of my life when I was the “Go fishing with you dad,” kid who couldn’t stop asking. Think while traveling with children: are we there yet?

By the Morgan Boat House on Lake Bonaparte about  1978…

Dad was an opera star with no voice.  I’m sure birds died just from hearing him sing; cetainly dogs went suicidal. But, Dad was famous, never-the-less, for his special rendition of, Sweet Ivory Soap…a tune he only sang well blasted while wearing a towel he branished as a Matrodor’s cape as he walk to and fro through the room. The bar of soap in hand, dad would rouse the room filled of family to tears of laughter and some peed on pants—this, I think, is why he actually brought a bar of soap whenever he sang this tune.

Dad a few years before he died singing, Sweet Ivory Soap. By then we’d all learned the words.

I do wish the generations might span a few more than we do now. Dad never got to see my first daughter’s three and my second daughter’s five boys and one girl…I can only tell them about dad as they grow.

Isaiah with his brand new sister, Annalise—does dad know?

It seems every generation will have it’s share of wars to fight; I just want dad to know I stepped up to mine as I could. There haven’t been bombs dropping or too many bullets I’ve had to dodge or clubbing of heads, but I do feel as though my life has a been a war, a constant battle where life and death, if not instantly, is on the line for so many.

Gainesville, Florida…

So I plant; I remember dad. I remember a dad who was so easy to touch and listen to as he spoke. I remember him so long gone as one who still lives inside of me.

“Ye God’s and little dills pickles!” My memory of dad is a soft pillows for my days. The memory of a good dad is a bridge you can always count on as you go your way through life. There’s so much to say to those good people who have gone before us.

Me? I just keep planting hoping the seeds will grow.

Franque23

 

 

 


 As my dear friends, Marc and Ali, named it, today is Blursday. It’s not a day like another, it is the other day.

It’s all about retirement in a locked down Nation full of people equipped with the skill of the steel ball that’s trapped in a pin-ball machine.

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Work life stopped and America went on tilt. Yikes, “Mask or ventilator; mask or ventilator… hmmmm, so many choices.”

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Thing is retirement can bring many things but time is not one of them! Heck, I’m retired and don’t have much time left! My fuse is burning fast as the clock ticks double time while I dribble on my shirt what food doesn’t manage to get down my sporting turkey neck.

Vultures wear stop watches as they circle above.

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Something’s flying overhead so I’m wearing my hat….

Mail persons knock to see if they still need to deliver to my address.

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The good news is a Wednesday morning can feel like a Saturday and a Monday like Friday. Tuesday usually sucks retired or not. Tuesday has very little to say about anything; it’s not Friday, no better than a Monday and  not related to any weekend at all whether you’re moth balled or under the work master’s lash. Nope, I’m telling ya, I’ve looked at Tuesday from both side now and Tuesday’s a dump of a wannabe day. Maybe this is why I picked Tuesday to post this glob—what could go wrong? Or worse….actually, it’s Blursday.

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Anyway…

While working, I never answered the home phone when at home. I told people to text me because, well, I don’t text.

Now? I answer so many calls from travel agents offering deals that might kill me if I go on them I feel I know the solicitors personally. “Hey, you’re the person who offered me that trip to see Head Hunters last week aren’t you? Well, hows the kids?” Okay, honestly, I feel sorry for anyone calling trying to sell travel packages right now… “Hey! We have a great deal for you driving from Gainesville to  Orlando in your own car! Free coupons on the interstate at the interstate stop!!!”

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Okay, no ones going anywhere if you live in Florida unless you’re extremely suicidal or just count on your co-pilot, God, a bit much.

Life couldn’t be better for me. Telemarketers call all day long and some campaigning phone calls are starting to light up our dial. Everyone is so sweet. The Fed Ex man rings the bell and stares as I answer wondering if I’m dead or alive. My dog sounds viscous and I swear the delivery people look like they’d rather be attacked than to have to stand near me for another minute.

I stopped by a take out window and the food nearly flew in my face as I signed the receipt  Alfred E. and drove off.

Seriously, I have a friend who is a grave digger part time. Does Randy think this might be some sort of bonanza year?

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I mean, I guess there’s a bright side to even in the worst happenstance. Like I’m on the track and that train’s coming but my wife divorced me, I’m about to lose my house, I have covid-19 , syphilis and I think a coral snake just bit me, the Sahara dust full of pathogens is upon us and the hurricane season is here…maybe, just sit tight and wait for that train? BTW, why are trains in America never on time? In Japan, where they outlawed suicide, the trains are always on time? So, what’s up with that?

Here’s to the Blursday’s of retirement and frankly, my dear, I’m hoping for a hell of a lot more of them. I don’t care how blurry.

Franque23 is retired and continually never bored. In truth.. I’m Lovin it… Cheers.

 


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Eric Garner about seven minutes before he is strangled by a choke hold…

Certainly, the Congress is giving the Covid-19 news coverage a run for it’s money and it should. Our two political parties are now jabbing back and forth over choke holds and police violence. I have friends and family who are police and they are good, honest, hard working people who make America better for doing the job they do.  Thing is, digging around about crime, social justice and police brutality in America doesn’t leave a heap of papers that should be burned but rather, read.

The news on police brutality in America isn’t good. Worse, a quick review of just a FEW of the facts related to this issue is mind-boggling; a head shaking awakening that should bring one to their knees in wonderment. How can any of this be true?

Apparently, white men formed working patrols back in the days of slavery to ensure slaves remained on the plantations they were bought to work.  Stepping out of line was not tolerated by these gangs and slaves were often hung if they did.  Going forward in time brings us to the Jim Crow Laws that furthered these gang’s involvement in policing black men and their families—none of that was good. By this time, these gang members were part of America’s police forces.

It’s easy to believe that the advent of Martin Luther King, his marches and speeches, brought a fair amount of civility to race relations in America but they didn’t. No, they didn’t. In fact, today, right here in America, one in a thousand children born as black men can expect to be shot by police!  So the first thing a black baby boy gets when he’s born in America is a sorta lotto type of a ticket—will they be the one shot by police.

Listen, I’m white and I get the shading white people use over their eyes and ears when it comes to minority issues in America.  It’s time now to lift those shades and become human once again. As Nancy Pelosi said today in a talk on Capital Hill, George Floyd’s 8 minute and 46 second long murder is not a tipping point, but a precipice before America. There have been so many other murders committed by police like Eric Garner’s death* that we all saw made no sense. Really. Little, if anything, has been done to right these wrongs.

Even with all the history of how the police formed and performed over the history of America, it’s time to not look back but forward to change when it comes to our American Police.

Police have to change.

This is a link to a most informative study on the history of police violence in America and much of it is shocking. Thing is, like any informative writing, it’s so much more than one sentence long. So here is the link to the entire piece** but also some very pertinent quotes from the article, a few brief highlights…

**https://www.thepublicdiscourse.com/2020/06/65309/?fbclid=IwAR3EIinsob8i0Y7LIl8nPc4hrm0BmugpxnDC7GS25kNENw_ITTo8k9P6OQ

Just wow on theses three points alone:

“Police violence in America is extraordinary in its intensity. It is disproportionate to the actual threats facing police officers, and it has risen significantly in recent years without apparent justification. Its effects are felt across all racial groups, with non-Hispanic whites making up half of all people killed by police officers, even as African Americans are killed at disproportionately high rates compared to any reasonable baseline….”

“The people police kill are mostly not actual or likely murderers. They are more likely to be people whose police interaction began as a DUI, speeding ticket, public intoxication citation, or domestic disturbance call…”

“Police officers kill about 1,700 Americans every year. In other words, police killings have made up about one out of every twelve violent deaths of Americans between 2010 and 2018. That’s including American military deaths in Afghanistan, Iraq, and elsewhere during that window. Indeed, more Americans died at the hands of police officers during that period (about 14,400) than died while on active military duty (about 9,400).”

I grew up respecting the police and still do. But, now, we need to overhaul who is actually on the force, how they got there, what they believe and what have they done in the past. Police have to change.

America has to jump, and in the right direction. Ending choke holds by police on civilians once and for all is that first leap.

Franque23

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*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0Y3FH9Nb3I

 

 

 


(some picture enlarge when clicked , others don’t) ..working on this.

Hippies, who needs them? Imagine, all stoned and thinking we shouldn’t hate anyone for their color of skin, that pot should be legal and that war should end—a bunch of crazy losers, right?

And Hippies believed women were equal to men, and if they didn’t want to wear a bra, okay…. just crazy stuff…right?

I was home on Christmas break about 1970 watching the Nixon/Nam reports with long hair that reached my shoulders or more. I was a musician at heart and singing the protest songs when I could, but my dad was a staunch Nixon supporter…basically, I was an alien in my own home ideologically, but Dad never leaned on me; Dad gave me space.

As lost I was in those struggles to right the wrongs of humanity I felt sure were the savior of mankind, I never once noticed how much my dad had given me without the back of his hand. No, Dad, to my unsuspecting delight had given the love of flowers, the birds, the trees and love of life to me.  I never knew…

I’d hauled in a gardenia bush for Dad from outside and in upon the season while we lived on Long Island because Dad was crazy. Oh my gosh…that planter got to be a hundred pounds and the plant filled a ten by 8 high room on the window side….What on earth…?

Likewise, Dad had those mysterious asparagus patches…those were poison if eaten—I knew.

His basic replica of mid west apple orchards stood in our 1/4 acre back yard to torture me with the picking… but, I admit, I ate about 4 apples per day at least.

Now, of course, Dad is long gone. The last time I held his hand was in 2001…He passed as I sat near by laughing about old times with my sister and mom. In a second, he died.

 

Now, I grow a gardenia we inherited when we bought our home in 2000. The bush is a monster… about ten feet long and 6 feet high, at least… this year we have had over 300 blooms on it…

I’ve no secret about this bush…it just grows,,, but maybe our neighbor’s friendly chicken, Lucy , who loves to live underneath it can’t hurt?

It makes a great way to reach our front door…I always say “hello” to this bush because, yeah, I love the plant.

In fact, Dad taught me to not only notice flowers, the roses and planting he had around our yard on Long Island, he taught me to love them as he loved me. There was something huge about my Dad I never really understood but somehow took inside.

I’d like to think that all the prejudices that passed so easily among white Americans born in 1911 as he was have not stuck to me. Times have to change. I think I’ve shed those bad marks and raced ahead with the good points. Certainly, the love of flowers has bloomed within me…Go ahead, ask the flowers in our yard who I say hello to as they bloom…they will tell you.

The shrimp plant will spread and fall to the ground unless you stake it—butterflies of all kinds and hummingbirds love it.

There’s nothing like taking a early spring drive out to Alachua north of Gainesville to see the roadside flowers the county hasn’t insanely mowed down:-0

This year, Alachua didn’t mow roadside flowers and as a result there was about 5 miles of beautiful flowers along 331 north see as we drove by…

Here, at home, I plant marigolds along our garden fence line and in the garden to help with aphids…but dang, if the birds didn’t help me plant this beautiful Sunflower!

We just love flowers here.  And the red, single hibiscus, though not as flashy as other hibiscus, is a strong, reliable and hearty bloomer.

There’s nothing like having a papaya volunteer out of the compost we spread in our garden launch twenty five feet high…

yummmm papaya…

I really don’t know if Dad liked papaya… but he would have loved all of this…

Thanks to Dad, I do know how to garden. It was a torturous lesson back then while 14 years of age,,,, but how could I know it would lead me all my life? Dad’s can give us so much when they just do take the time.

It’s been a great year here in North Florida for growing a garden. I think we have seen normal weather patterns for our area for the first time in ten years! Odd.

I have to go; Shadow wants to run after the ball.

And then swim in the pool

You know, energies, knowledge and love, all of it transfers many times in ways we don’t know. Dad, thanks for everything…and for those living in Alachua county who want to grow food, I will come help you do it…

It’s about loving life. So thanks Dad, for all that you hated, you taught me how to love so much more. Born in my time, you would’ve been a hippie. I feel certian.

Franque23

 

 

 

 

 


Why not plant a seed and watch yourself grow!

Welcome to a two year  long gift:-)…

Hi! It’s easy to grow a pineapple and you can do it here in Alachua County, Florida ,and just about anywhere else in the country if you pot it and bring it in and out according to the weather! The process is almost the same for growing one pineapple in a pot as it is to grow more than one in a small or larger space outdoors.

Pineapple growing takes a pineapple top, soil, a good amount of sunlight, warm temperatures and water—that’s about it.

The pineapple:

First, you need a pineapple—you know , the one you hope to eat:-)  Then, you cut the top off the pineapple. Get help to do this if you need to because your knife will be sharp! (We want the pineapple top sans any fingers.) Okay, if the pineapple top looks a bit withered, put it in a bowl of water for about two days before planting. If the pineapple top looks green and healthy, just put it right in the soil.

(Hint: Grocery stores usually core pineapples for sale and then throw out the pineapple tops. I called Wards grocery in Gainesville and got 30 pineapple tops for free already cut and ready to plant. )

I took the tops, weeded an area and planted them.

The soil and water:

Use soil you might use in a garden. Pineapples will not grow in sand, but a medium soil is fine. I don’t fertilize my pineapples BUT I do sprinkle them almost daily with a small amount of water from a hose. Generally, the more sunlight and water your pineapple gets they larger the fruit will be.

One year later they looked like this.

The  red camellia has the symmetry of a rose and a touch as soft.

And, the bright yellow bloom that holds promise of  a squash could lead any garden parade.

But the pineapple flower is certainly as cute.

The pineapples start coming up during the second year.

Temperature control:

Pineapples don’t like cold weather. The plants will wither and die in freezing temperatures. I cover my outside pineapples if the temperature is going to be 38 degrees or below. But you can grow pineapples in pots and bring them inside when it gets cold if you want.

Thing is, a pineapple plant can take up to two years to yeild fruit so consider this when deciding how and where to plant your pineapple.

There’s just nothing like growing plants, especially ones that give you food. Home-grown pineapples are fun to grow and delicious to eat! And, every pineapple you pick has a top that can be cut off and planted so one pineapple grows another without end!

Pineapples turn bright yellow and slightly lean away from the plant when totally ripe.

Yummy.

Cheers!  This is what I think: plant a seed and watch yourself grow!

Franque23 loves to garden.

Next: Papayas:-)


It goes without saying (:-0), back in the day of little to no sensitivities for another’s suffering, that we used a plethora of name calling to keep our gang intact.

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Welcome to the mid 1950’s to early 1960’s!

Name calling was an art form; a way to identify those who were our true friends or sometimes, dire enemies—inflection made all the difference in the meaning.

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The times have changed.

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I’m thinkin’ the Era of ‘Rank-out’ sessions was a short lived one. We’d sit around thinking of names to call one another just for kicks as we waited for the ice cream man to come. In practice, you could never wait to utter a rank out when the opportunity presented itself; they had to slip effortlessly from your tongue to be effective and accepted as a fact-of-the-moment.

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Blind as a Bat.  (This could mean you strike out a lot or that you missed seeing something I saw no matter how infinitesimal that might be .)

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But the sayings, no matter how inappropriate by today’s standards, were truly used on a daily basis—honest Injun. 🙂

Cheers, and have a laugh on the generation who knew a new pair of Keds was the fastest thing around. (Keds is an American brand of canvas  sneakers with rubber soles. Founded in 1916, the company is owned by Wolverine World Trade.)

Now for our daily 1950’s lingo:

up your nose with a rubber hose ( I’m not gonna fight but say this instead.)

your mother wears combat boots (Rank-out back with no special meaning)

fart-brain; fart-head; fart-face. (You’re farting and we know it or you’re as dumb as a brick.)

Rat-face. (You told someone something that was to be kept secret)

stink-o. (Maybe, that wasn’t fair?)

retard… yeah, we just said it and sometimes called our best friends this. (You said something dumb or thought it)

potty-mouth (Whew, you shouldn’t say that or your mom will put soap in your mouth.)

Listen up, big Shot. (You’re not so tall…)

shrimp-boat (You really are shorter than me.)

dirt-bag. (You cheated in a game and you know it.)

slow-poke (Slower than me.)

Lard-o. (There is one inch of fat on you no one can see.)

Pizza face (Acne)

numb-skull. (You just said something really stupid.)

Hey gimpy. (Another twisted ankle.)

Also, all the ‘you’re so ugly…..’ ones :

your mama’s face could sink a battleship—(How to spend hours thinking up phrases like–Shut up and swim…)

pie-face. (Someone has a round face.)

zip-brain. ( Not the brightest candle.)

zit-face. (Oh my God! We’re all getting pimples!)

butter-fingers. (Dropped ice cream is the worst.)

dork. ( Shirt’s on backwards)

dork-pork. (Shirt on backwards, again)

lame. (Really? He won?)

doofus. ( Someone who messes up more than once.)

Block-head. (So thick in the head there’s no sense explaining it.)

 

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I left hundred’s out. If you remember any worth the mention please add as a comment.

 

Franque23

 

 

 

 


  1. I actually do like pea(not pee, but as in garden pea) soup.*
  2. My dog owns me.
  3. We’re in this together no matter how far apart we are.
  4. Bad movies can be fun to watch on T.V.
  5. Pro-Wrestling is an essential service fact of life in Florida…**
  6. Governor DeSantis IS a Florida Man.
  7. Previous End of Time movies left a lot out.
  8. Maybe this ‘mask’ thing is attractive?
  9. I do like this social distancing thingy but, then again, I like to hug so, yeah, I’m weird.
  10. How many people in this world am I willing to risk my life to see?
  11. The hardest decision trump has ever made is one he doesn’t get to make.
  12. Some colleges are considering not opening up again until 2021, but did any of them cancel spring break?
  13. The list of jobs to do at home as I worked full time figured to be about 3 months of work—so I thought. It turns out, I’ve about 5 years of stuff to do here and this doesn’t include my wife’s suggestion to paint the inside and outside of our house.
  14. Life is a wonderful thing to have.
  15. A 30′ by 30′ garden can grow lots of food.
  16. I can’t count.
  17. Or, stop writing.

Please drop me a note here about what you have learned this past month…

Franque23

That’s paint on my garden/painting hat, not bird poop!

Birds here only poop on my car, so it’s all good…sorta. The trouble started when rather than driving my indestructible 1997 Toyota with a paint finish on it that resembled a tank’s outer shield, I’m now driving a 2017 Hyundai. You see, the rougher back side of a sponge was ideal for ‘cleaning up’ my 1997 car in terms of bird-poop. This one? It’s gonna cost a chunk-of-change to get those scratches in my 2017’s paint job fixed.

*These days you can’t be too careful or too clear about your meaning.

**Okay explanation: DeSantis included Pro Wrestling as an essential service in Florida so those shows are exempt from some Covid-19 restrictions. Added thought: isn’t there a video of trump in his younger years watching a pro wrestling match and getting up and body slamming a guy outside the ring? Yes, there is! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QkHqCEu9ogs    ( skip ads twice to see trump)


Has anyone else seen that little chicken-looking type fellow running around in their neighborhood lately?  I think so. He’s the guy yelling for us to duck and cover as the Covid-19 virus heads our way.  Yep! He’s another fine quilled  friend who wants to lead the way, and versions of this feathered fowl, “go back more than 25 centuries; (and)continues to be referenced in a variety of media.”* Chicken Little’s tale is nothing new—true or not.

circa, 1916

Thing is, there’s also a new chicken in town who is advising us to spread our wings, fly, and let the good times rip. Who’s right in this fluid mess of economic stats and death? The ramping up of “Fake Media” charges from both Left and Right here in America hasn’t made it any easier to decide who to believe and follow. Do we as a country lay low for an extended period of time to ensure the safe return for our citizens to work, or is the Covid-19 curve flattening a good enough sign to start our economic engines humming again?

Just wow! 102 years ago America was taught a lesson I hope we learned. If not, as they say, we’re doomed to repeat history.

And just what is the history lesson America suffered through back in 1918?

1918 emergency hospital set up by the army to handle Spanish Influenza victims….

Well, oddly, it started here for our country with our military under reporting or NOT reporting an early wave of influenza in it’s military camps. I can’t help but think this ‘non-reporting’ sounds familiar; a bit like the silent treatment the world got from the Wuhan district in China when Covid-19 first broke out there.

Here’s America’s history lesson:

“However, a first wave of influenza appeared early in the spring of 1918 in Kansas and in military camps throughout the US. Few noticed the epidemic in the midst of the war. Wilson had just given his 14 point address. There was virtually no response or acknowledgment to the epidemics in March and April in the military camps. It was unfortunate that no steps were taken to prepare for the usual recrudescence of the virulent influenza strain in the winter. The lack of action was later criticized when the epidemic could not be ignored in the winter of 1918 (BMJ, 1918). These first epidemics at training camps were a sign of what was coming in greater magnitude in the fall and winter of 1918 to the entire world.”

This lesson is once again upon us but, unlike 1918, it is not brought to our political lime-light by euphoria over the end of WW I but rather by the indifference of large corporations and powerful individuals who emphasize productivity over safety.

To set the scene in 1918:

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The Spanish Influenza had ravaged the world and American society for months and killed nearly 200,00 in October of 1918 alone!  American workers and businesses were put on strict distance guide lines and told not to gather in groups of more than ten people. As we know now, this can get old; boring to many. Indeed, when the 1st World War came to an end the restrictions placed upon our citizens  were lifted so huge celebrations over the end of the War could take place….

New York city streets were packed  with happy people celebrating Armistice Day.

Minnesota joined in the celebration as did most cities and rural areas of America.

The war had ended but little did anyone know the Spanish Influenza that had already killed many had, in fact, just begun. In all, 765,000 Americans  who may have participated in these celebrations were dead within a year of the Spanish Influenza.

The party goers were soon either digging graves or in them.

In Philly! 1918.

Fact: ten times more people died from the Spanish Influenza than died in the entire war while celebrations held over WW I ending took place! Rebounds are always so dangerous, right? Sometimes, too soon is too late.

“As they (soldiers) came together, they brought the virus with them and to those they contacted… In November 11 of 1918 the end of the war enabled a resurgence. As people celebrated Armistice Day with parades and large parties, a complete disaster from the public health standpoint, a rebirth of the epidemic occurred in some cities. The flu that winter was beyond imagination as millions were infected and thousands died. Just as the war had effected the course of influenza, influenza affected the war. Entire fleets were ill with the disease and men on the front were too sick to fight. The flu was devastating to both sides, killing more men than their own weapons could.” Here’s the link:

https://virus.stanford.edu/uda/

Today, there’s a debate taking place between those that advise Trump to reopen America for the good of us all and those who warn opening up our society too soon could be too late, fast. Over all, our governors and other elected officials will make the call.  Don’t you just hope some of them were history majors? Yikes! So much of life as we know it hangs in the balance when it comes to whether or not our leaders will play ‘chicken’ with Covid-19 or not. Me? I’m thinking we should keep the brakes on returning to work for as long as possible. Americans shouldn’t circulate until mid-June if the numbers look right, but this won’t happen.  This is what’s happening:

“The debate isn’t necessarily falling along predictable lines. Some of Trump’s longtime political advisers — both inside and outside the White House — are concerned about opening the country too soon, fearing a resurgence of infections and more calamity, people familiar with the matter said.”

https://www.cnn.com/2020/04/11/politics/donald-trump-coronavirus-economy-testing/index.html

So this is the gist of America today. If we open too soon it may be too late by September to hope to turn around  a more wide-spread, deadly second wave of Covid-19.  Hundreds of thousands of Americans may die if we open up too soon. And, isn’t it amazing with all that is uncertain about Covid-19, how many people claim to know what’s best?

Chicken Little was not right, but some believed him.

Maybe, this is all just too much. I don’t know, but for me—I’m listening to history. Why dig our own grave?

Franque23

 

 

*https://www.storiespreschool.com/fairytales_chicken_little.html


Why the hell do we Americans have to put up with a lying President? I’ve never heard much of our President lying in public, not ever, not since 1960 when I became somewhat interested in who the President was. Perhaps, the Bush Jr campaign to invade Iraq due to “‘Weapons of mass destruction”(which did not exist) is the only other time I can remember the news and some people thinking the president was lying.

I can tell you first hand: it used to be the President of America was thought of as someone you could trust and look up to.  Is this the reversal trump was talking about when he pushed Americans to drain the swamp for change? Now, our president lies so much in so-called ‘News briefings” that he resembles a fake orange tanned clown full of bad jokes.

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Don’t you just love his tan lies…err, lines.

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Oh please, don’t defend your support for this man. It has even been suggested that this president can’t tell the truth, that he has a psychological disorder that causes him to lie. Remember: during the  Impeachment process it was mentioned that trump wasn’t going to testify to Robert Mueller because some GOP ranking members feared trump would lie under oath.(It’s reported trump may have lied over 16,000 times to the American public since taking office…)*

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It takes a  while to read one report in today’s news because it’s so lengthy in its discovery of the lies trump said just yesterday…Yikes…! In the beginning of trump’s presidency, news reporters never called him a liar but, rather, that he had been inaccurate, perhaps wrong, misled or even off the mark. Now? Reporters just note the president is lying and move on because his lying is ‘old hat’ and there seems to be no end to his litany of lies.

Today’s true report—

https://www.cnn.com/2020/04/06/politics/fact-check-trump-coronavirus-briefing-april-6/index.html

From this report…”

“The other administration, (this is trump referring to President Obama’s administration), they didn’t even know — it was like they didn’t even know it (H1N1) was here,” he(trump) said.

Facts First: It’s not true that the Obama administration did not notice H1N1 or take significant action to fight the pandemic.

On April 26, 2009, less than two weeks after the first US cases of H1N1 were confirmed, the Obama administration declared a public health emergency. Two days later, the Obama administration made an initial $1.5 billion funding request to Congress. (Congress ultimately allocated $7.7 billion.) On that same day, the Food and Drug Administration approved the CDC’s test; the CDC began distributing the tests domestically and internationally on May 1, 2009.”

Listen!

I’ve two major questions here: 1) Why the heck is trump still talking about President Obama and almost four years ago now? And, 2) I have to laugh when trump claims he inherited a mess in terms of medical supplies. You see, Trump has been president since 2016 and If his claims are true (they’re not) about the state of our medical supplies, why didn’t he do anything ABOUT IT!!! Gee… he blames and points fingers at the 2015 administration.. how odd after being president over three years….whoops, I guess trump didn’t think about that as he has been standing up crying foul about the medical supplies in our country that he’s been in charge of for three years… duh….trump loves to call people out as nasty, point fingers and rant and yell, and that’s fine if that’s what he and his followers like to hear and do, but he should stand in front of a mirror when he does it.

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But, now that trump mentions it, why did it take him so long to respond to the threat corona-virus presented to America? There’s an outside chance trump had 1.2** million dollars worth of reason and others to claim the virus was a hoax made up by the Democrats as he delayed taking any action to prepare for the worst.

Why did trump call the virus a hoax and then go golfing many times? He did nothing about our medical stock pile needs or our need for distribution of medical supplies when he should have. Is trump JUST a fool who is to blame for our government not preparing for this virus? Well, maybe not. While trump called the corona-virus a hoax, his CEO cronies had time to resign as CEO’s and sell their stocks that would be severely affected by the virus… huh? Yes. There’s a long list of CEO’s who resigned their position around the two week window trump allowed to stay open as he stalled America’s response to the corona-virus and declared the virus a hoax. Why? You see, by law CEO’s can not sell the shares they hold in the company they work for but they can once they’ve resigned.

Bingo; ding, ding, ding…

Here’s a brief list of all the CEO’s of major companies that resigned as CEO during trumps ‘stalling window’ so they could unload their shares of stock for real cash while trump told American’s the virus was a hoax.

Microsoft founder Bill Gates’ decision, announced March 13, 2020, to step down from the company’s board

The CEO’s of :

Hulu

Disney

IBM

LinkedIn

Salesforce/Vlocity

MGM

Mastercard

Tinder, OkCupid, Hinge (Match Group)

Luca de Meo, who stepped down as CEO of Seat, part of Volkswagen group, on January 7, 2020

Fernando Mercé, who stepped down as CEO of Nestle Waters North America (claimed ‘personal reasons)

Jason Droege, who was heading UberEats within Uber (though not technically classified as ‘CEO’ of Uber)

This list is much longer and, unfortunately, you can add the names of many politicians in Washington who also frantically sold their stocks with insider information about the coming virus while trump called the coronavirus a Democratic Hoax. (This part of the corrupt story is too long to get into here—you just have to google it.)

Well, trump may have drained the swamp but what he added back into it ain’t nothin’ like ‘Honest Abe!’ Trump is a mess; his administration is a mess; his mind is a mess; his history of bankruptcies is a mess; his attitude towards women is a mess; and his regard for the lives of anyone but himself and, maybe, his family is a mess. Someone should have put soap in that boy’s mouth long ago. Actually, I think he should gargle it.

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Just yuck on trump.

Franque23

*google the question to read various news agencies figures on how many times trump has lied while in office…

 

**Critics also pointed out Novartis, which manufactures a generic version of the drug (trump is recommending), previously paid Trump’s then-personal lawyer Michael Cohen $1.2 million for consulting on healthcare policy back in 2018. Trump owes them big time, so he tries to slough off their product on dying Americans.

 

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