“Anyone who makes up their mind about an issue before they hear the issue is a fool.” (Chris Rock)

I found it very difficult to follow the second impeachment trial of Donald Trump this week. For as an informed citizen, was I being taken for a fool by watching those who seemed to simply hide behind the “tricks” of the political trade? So let me give you a practical analogy of the mindset I expected then. As a teacher/professor, there seemed little doubt that my students would pay diligent attention to my presentations in class. For if they did not take the time or were unable to effectively absorb the material conveyed then, they likely failed my exams or the entire course. To enhance their learning prospects, I also urged them to work together cooperatively with me as I responded impartially to their questions during lectures. I also encouraged them to share ideas by forming study groups together in preparation for these exams. Now let’s consider below several matters related to a similar code of conduct that I hoped would occur during the course of these impeachment proceedings.

Did the senator participants in this trial feel the urgent need to “critically” examine the evidence according to our U.S. Constitutional framework? Were they attentive to both defense and prosecution sides of the issues presented? Did they even feel compelled to “show up” during those times of impeachment testimony? What message for instance was being sent when eighteen senators were observed to be absent at various points of Thursday’s prosecution proceedings. Furthermore, why wasn’t the 2/3 conviction vote decision to convict or acquit in this trial based only those senators who actually attended all the hearings?

To what extent as well did established impeachment trial procedures help senators to go about honestly doing their duties these days? Or did this forum merely descend into a shortsighted sham of flagrantly partisan opinion making? Consider for instance the political implications of not allowing impeachment motion votes of each senator to be recorded anonymously throughout this trial. For many of them were most assuredly wary of inviting public scrutiny of their decisions. For that matter, were their aye and nay votes recorded in this impeachment trial an accurate representation of what members really believed about the guilt or innocence of the ex-Prescient’s culpability in this trial?

Moreover, how damaging might have been the divisive political mindset of the senators themselves in influencing a fair tally of votes to convict or acquit the ex President? For why was our ex- President and Vice President, for example, granted a “free pass” from testifying as a witness in this impeachment hearing? How could Mitch McConnell as well declare his acquittal verdict in this trial while the matter of witness subpoenas were still pending? Why were other live witness testimonies not compelled in this impeachment trial as well?  

As the closing argument phase of the trial took place on Saturday afternoon, this impeachment trial thus seemed tragically incomplete. Could they not have considered, for instance, the increased incidence of the Corona virus as a culpable matter for the ex- President in his encouragement of this densely attended social gathering on January 6? Or why weren’t security camera images of the President’s behavior/movements in the White House at the time of the insurrection brought up as relevant evidence in this trial? Was not censure an option in lieu of an impeachment conviction worthy of consideration then  as well?

I would welcome your follow up comments on any of the questions I’ve raised above. On a more positive note, Ruth and I will begin our next road trip west in less than two weeks to California. My next blog will preview our intended itinerary for this two month adventure. Stay well.

“All our dreams come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.” (Walt Disney)    

                                                                                                                         The following entry was written as part of a writing challenge sponsored by “Carrot Ranch Blog Community” to write a story of exactly 99 words about the title picture above. Click on the website below for additional information about the contest. 

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“It’s time to put away the harsh rhetoric, lower the temperature. “It’s time to see and listen to each other again.” (Joe Biden) 

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“ If you’re walking down the right path and you’re willing to keep walking, eventually you’ll make progress.” (Barack Obama)                                                                                                

Jason seemed to be a relatively untroubled Georgia resident who enjoyed his unglamorous daily routine in the quiet suburbs of Atlanta. After all, he took great pride in working hard to support his wife working construction on his day job around town while “winding down” in his home at night to enjoy a few beers, maybe a cigar or two, and a local sports event on TV. Why then would such a sensible man savoring his normal life of simple contentment fall for a robocall, telemarketing  ad of such suspicious intent?  Yet as Jason listened several times during this call that he should consider purchasing a beachfront bungalow paradise offshore of the Florida Keys, this offer seemed too enticing to pass up for himself and his wife on that otherwise forgettable night. For he envisioned a new  “American Dream” then of carefree comfort with his fishing rod in hand along shady palm trees overlooking blissful aqua waters. The reality of course would later surface that  no housing actually existed on this swampy atoll infested by hordes of mosquitos, poor mainland access, and little actual solid land.      

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“ I think a hero is any person really intent on making this a better place for all people.” (Maya Angelou)

It seemed to be more than “business as usual” to Walter when he first found out in his capacity of Supervisor of Public Security that he would soon be safeguarding some valuable artifacts of public interest on special display for the much anticipated two week exhibition at the National Air and Space Museum in Washington D.C. Taking deep breaths to calm himself , he began to nervously look again over his classified level, job description papers during those days. For he would become the lead official for protecting the safety of firsthand evidence to the world that life existed on other places of our universe. So he resolved to concentrate intently in the coming days on such written instructions outlining the dimensions of the auditorium, pedestrian access to and from the showcased items as well entry/exit path locations in the building.

No doubt, Walter would also prioritize then, several items at the exhibition which would require his utmost, maximum security attention to avoid theft or vandalism at the “Explore the Universe” gallery of this museum. There would be the powerful telescope which first sighted the incoming silvery disc that so rapidly descended on our planet over a year ago at a business parking lot in suburban Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Those closeup photographs and videos taken of these gray skinned beings of miniature stature during their brief visit of peace to earth would no doubt draw a crowd as well. In addition, the curious scroll of alien written markings handed to our President and his First Lady during this cordial greeting ceremony would no doubt dictate extra protective attention in the coming days.

You might wonder at this point of the story why such a celebratory event as the first contact of extraterrestrial beings with humans would require such vigilant protective efforts? Know then that extremist propaganda sites on social media had consistently publicized untruthful conspiracy theories for months after the landing that this close encounter with life, existing outside our world, would lead to a militant invasion of hostile aliens who aimed to destroy mankind. Based on such “ramped up” fear reasoning then, this showcase of goodwill toward these other- world beings at the Nation’s Capitol represented to these false mass media enthusiasts an unmitigated governmental threat to their lives, liberty, and country. How many other NASA galleries at this museum depicting real evidence of the unknown possibilities of the universe by extension would be similarly viewed dangerously by such conspiracy loving sources as well?

So a “ fired up” mass of truth disbelievers at this historic event would now congregate on the grounds of the National Mall in vehement protest on the first morning of the exhibition opening. Standing at his vantage point near the front entrance of the museum then, Walter sensed strongly that trouble at this location would be brewing today. For Walter and several of his colleagues would soon warily witness in the distance, rising hatred fomented by fiery anti-government speakers urging thousands of protest attendees to “fight like a dog” that day. His instinct would soon alarm him of an imminent threat that a violent march invasion amid the hallowed grounds of the museum would take place. So with “lightning speed”, Walter immediately ordered his security staff to carefully remove as many of these extraterrestrial exhibits that would be possible and store these valuable artifacts in the undergraduate basement vaults of the museum. He also communicated to the District of Columbia Police authorities that additional manpower of an emergency nature would need to be taken to stop the anticipated angry crowd from vandalizing the museum property and the treasured astronomy artifacts remaining on the floors inside.

So as I conclude this story, let us embrace then Walter’s calm heroism to preserve such authentic history’s understanding from mindless conspiracy theory destruction. For while he could not prevent museum windows from being shattered, doors breached, and floors littered amid this raucous mob invasion this day, his determined efforts to anticipate the carnage expected to be inflicted by the mob on the the museum interior would insure that these precious exhibits of peace on earth and beyond would remain relatively undisturbed.

You might thus find some parallels in this account to last Wednesday’s shocking mob invasion of the U.S. Capitol. For it seems that both the imagined and real catastrophes described in this blog could have been avoided if social media had not fomented false conspiracy theories concerning extraterrestrial contact- election matters respectively going tragically wrong. Thus we must search more intently within ourselves in 2021 for fact and truthful understanding, while our political leaders must inspire us further by doing the same.

“Rock stars come and go. Musicians play until they die.” (Eddie Van Halen)

If you were given the chance to regain the youthful energy of a rock star in your life, would you go for it? But let’s not deceive ourselves. For such a glamorous time might not turn out as all that it’s advertised to be. For you might find that your exuberance to perform as you like yet be popular with your audience might not both be easily obtained. Thus, how willing would you become to compromise those high standards of musicianship that might have originally enticed you to pursue this artistic path in the first place? It’s likely that your health might enter this equation as well as you ponder ways to keep up your physical stamina and emotional “high” to entertain others amid a rigorous “gig” travel schedule. As a rock music hero, you might also brood at times over how “solid” the human relationships in your band exist. For ultimately, rock band performers must work together as a musical and financial unit to play on over a longer period of time.

But let’s not shed grief about those humbling realities of rock star fame. For I present to you Johnson, our musical genius who desperately relished as 2020 ended, the opportunity to relive the youthful energy of such wildly entertaining times. For as an aging “baby boomer”, he once experienced musical stardom as a dynamic, horn section member and backup singer in a promising rock band called “Zodiac Groove.” He seemed fixated as well at this moment about the tempting allure of drug use and “groupie girl” options that had been available to him before and after after gigs on the road then. Know then that those vivid memories of these glamorous times to earn Blood Sweat& Tears/Chicago like status thus influenced Johnson to discover on this day an unexpected re-connection on Facebook with his old rock band mate, Joey. For over forty five years ago, this talented musician played trombone with Joey, the “fast hands” drummer of this busy touring band “on the road” during his college days. How then could Johnson manage telling Joey when they met in person, why he had quit music altogether to pursue the more conventional path of a classroom teacher? For he seemed envious of Joey’s successes in continuing his musical legacy to thrill audiences with his magical drums in live band performance throughout his entire adult life on the road.

So it seems logical to assume that Johnson unlike Joey at that moment, might have wasted his natural talents by foregoing a bonafide musical career. Yet upon closer inspection, the evidence seems clear that both of them faced uncomfortable moments of doubt as their respective careers “played out” periodically over time. For gifted drummer Joey found that his need to earn a steady paycheck forced him at times to weigh the option of joining country music bands who churned out uninspiring tunes of crowd pleasing “twang”. Similarly for Johnson, his fervent commitment to protest during the Civil Rights movement would drive him to abandon his Applied Music aspirations as a professional performer and thus divert his attention to changing the world for the better as an American History teacher. Yet this  idealistic “calling” to “shine” in the classroom  would tragically vanish at that time amid fifteen, tough  years of urban missionary teaching at troubled, inner city public schools in Miami.

Ultimately though, as Johnson delved more intimately into those nostalgic flashbacks in the mid 1970s years, he would find good reason to fully embrace a “glass half full” rather “glass half empty” concept about his rock band past. Consider back then in 1972 how the matter of his “well grounded” girlfriend Rita “played out”. For he would unexpectedly re-connect with Rita after an extended time breakup upon spotting her presence in a crowded audience as he played on stage at a college fraternity gig. In retrospect, Johnson would later realize that it had been Joey’s caring presence as his housing roommate during those challenging days in college that had motivated him to become more careful about making decisions at this critical juncture in his life. In this regard, Johnson now also concluded that it had been his friend’s timely advice to “wise up” at that time which enlightened Johnson to resume his dating relationship with Rita. Happily it seems, their marriage soon after college graduation would not dampen Johnson’s free spirited enthusiasm for finding live performance “highs”. So in fact, Johnson’s trusting covenant with Rita has thrived from their honeymoon to this day, as their inspired intentions to travel sets the stage to orchestrate so many unexpected moments of wanderlust excitement globally throughout the years.

You might thus wonder how deeply the lingering Corona pandemic in 2020 has impacted both of these talented musicians . For while Johnson sorely misses the thrill of hearing live music amid the shutdown, Joey faces the challenge to find live crowd options to perform now. It’s only fitting then that Johnson now exhibits a strong vision to pick up his t’bone and play together again with Joey as a way of counteracting his intense Corona emotions. For rock music stardom can never die for those who always dream to “shine” in the right moment. In fact, there’s a tune playing in Johnson’s head right now. Click on the link below.

“I’ve learned what true unconditional love is thanks to them. The deep relationship between me and each of my pets has made me a better person for sure.” (Cristina Jones)

The typical onset of winter’s wrath in New York City in late December never seemed very appealing to Jeff. While this urbane bachelor felt fortunate to have found an affordable apartment in Midtown Manhattan, the drafty and poorly insulated walls of his “flat” only exacerbated his restless urge to “get out and about” this time of year. So after listening to his favorite podcast of weekly travel happenings a few days before Christmas, he “jumped at the chance” to get away from his stressful office job. Thus with cheap airfares readily available now, he impulsively decided to “fly down” to Florida where a much promoted Star War Convention was taking place in the balmy environs of Key West. As a dedicated science fiction “nerd”, in particular, he reasoned that this intriguing fantasy event “down south” would present him with an ideal opportunity to honor his favorite Star Wars character, “Chewie” then. So he would take along his wildly bearded “Chewbacca” costume and make ambitious plans to to wear it proudly during these tropical convention wanderings.

Only one problem with these travel arrangements, however, seemed unsurmountable to overcome. For how well would he function without his pet cockatoo “Klee” for a week? For this talented bird had learned to mimic phrases like “Love You”, “Kiss Me”, and “Good One” of unconditional comfort to him in times of need. Thus Jeff reasoned taking along “Klee” for this vacation as the best option to resolve this dilemma. For he had envisioned “high hopes” that his “Calm Bird” tranquilizer potion could be utilized to sedate his precious bird from interrupting airline passengers and convention attendees with his incessant vocal squawking for the duration of the trip.

While “Klee” functioned admirably in sluggish doze on the plane as expected, an unforeseen problem would soon arise as this latest adventure in South Florida began. For as Jeff chose to allow loyal Klee to remain perched on his shoulder throughout the daily outdoor proceedings of this convention, he failed to realize that little birds and humans like him who are not accustomed to this tropical wilderness, can become tasty prey targets for hungry reptilian predators in waiting.

Being a “city boy” at heart, Jeff had likely not anticipated to what extent those sweat and itch discomforts inside his bulky “Chewbacca” attire would slow him down, thus requiring him to make unanticipated stops amid such uncomfortably overheated conditions. Nor did he seem aware that there were imminent dangers to his life presented by his human encroachment at these dense mangrove groves nearby. Such matters would intensify during those sweltering afternoon sessions when he made his way to and from outdoor tent exhibits. For he would mindlessly take off his “Chewie outfit” at times when cooling down to rest. Meanwhile on those idle occasions, his precious bird remained loyally perched by his side.

Unlike the heroic survivor of Star Wars fame, Chewie”, that he was impersonating then, Jeff’s most egregious human error of judgment could have cost him his life on the last day of the convention. For why had he failed to heed the sign stating “CAUTION: ALLIGATORS NEARBY in positioning himself in a shady spot near a drainage canal on this particular clothes shedding break? Fortunately, while Jeff chose to “kick back” and close his eyes to nap amid such ominous dangers, the more observant “Klee” clinging to his chest would become the improbable “Chewie” hero that day. Know then that our avian hero would awaken his master to move quickly away from this most certain gator attack by harnessing his well practiced vocal skills in bellowing out “Danger, Danger…” For the hungry gator had no doubt planned it’s slow death lurch attack to swallow the tasty bird and perhaps ingest Jeff’s arm or leg into its belly as well. With Jeff’s “close call” in surviving this alligator incident in mind, may a “Force Be With You” spirit likewise protect you as you risk holiday travel during these fearful pandemic times. Notice the stars of this drama in the photos below.