Apr 102017

Governor Robert Bentley is expected to resign this week, possibly after negotiating a plea for lesser charges than those outlined in his articles of impeachment. (UPDATE: He has done exactly that this evening. Robert Bentley is no longer governor of Alabama.)

Sadly, I expect just about anyone who makes it in Alabama politics to be a crook. Mostly, I yawn. (And I do hope there is a shining exception who will run for governor sometime soon.) But, though it is the crook aspects of this debacle that will have ultimately brought Bentley down legally, it is mostly a tale of adultery.

And you know what? The adultery itself is not even what ultimately enraged me. In the first place, all fall short of the glory of God. In the second place, he would hardly be the first old, powerful man who got an attractive woman several decades his junior to play with his pee-pee and let it confuse him into thinking stupid things.

No, what kept me furious was that he was so defiant and unapologetic. There would be no morning of clarity; no reconsideration by a sound, responsible mind of such a highly questionable course. At the end of his life, having apparently jettisoned every shred of honor and dignity he ever had, there would be no “my God, what have I done?” moment.

Instead, he would rub our noses in it—most shamefully, that of Dianne Bentley, his wife of 50 years. Who but a true monster could subject such a person to such sustained cruelty and humiliation? Who but a delusional fool could look the electorate in the eye and tell us we’re just going to have to get over it, because he’s not resigning?

Oh, Governor? You wanna bet?

Hey, next let’s make a wager on how long you hang onto your mistress when you’re just a nasty duplicitous old man and not the governor!

Get out of our house, you miserable old creep.

 Posted by at 10:13 am
Apr 042017

When I was 12 years old, I don’t remember what I said I wanted to be when I grew up.

I remember what my classmate Shannon said, though. He wanted to be a bulldozer owner/operator. He had it all worked out. He was going to get a secondhand dozer, live in a trailer, and work six days a week while he saved money—first for a nicer dozer, and then for a nicer home. Said if he was careful, he could retire by 50 and do whatever he wanted for the rest of his life, never having worked for The Man.

I don’t have much memory of Shannon outside of Mrs. Robertson’s fifth-period science class. But I still think of him often when I see a bulldozer on a trailer going down the road. A cursory online search doesn’t reveal any evidence that he carried out his plan as envisioned 30+ years ago (which, of course, doesn’t necessarily  mean he didn’t). I like to think, whatever he did with himself, he moved with that purpose and conviction.

I probably needed a livelier step, a heavier step, or both at various points in my past. I think a lot of us can say that. There isn’t much point in looking back to self-flagellate, though—only to learn. Where do I need more purpose and conviction now? Can I identify two or three solid arenas and crank it up?

 Posted by at 2:45 pm
Mar 282017

There is a thoughtful piece on Rocket City Mom about how to talk to your kids about pornography. Obviously, that’s a different discussion now than it was thirtysomething years ago when I first hit puberty. My “pornographic” education was rather tamer. At 12 I saw the video for Don Felder’s “Bad Girls,” and just…whew. Wow. […]

 Posted by at 10:01 pm
Feb 212017

I would guess some people will compare Milo Yiannopoulos to Icarus. I am reminded instead of one of my stepbrother’s years-ago adventures. Long story made very short: bunch of buddies together, one had a go-kart, and oh yeah, there was some beer. Every time they refueled the kart they were using a bottle of 104 Octane […]

 Posted by at 10:38 am

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