Say hello to Con Man Trump

This morning I watched about 10 minutes of the Donald Trump press conference before I, fortunately, had to go by my office. I wished I hadn’t watched that much of what was a sorry spectacle.

I am both a semi-retired journalist and a military veteran. Trump had called the press conference, saying that he would release the name of the veterans groups and how much he had laid out in donations. Those donation stemmed from an “event” that he held during the Republican primaries after Trump ran scared from a candidate debate. He ran from Megyn Kelly of Fox News who was a moderator in a debate after a past Kelly-moderated debate in which The Donald said Kelly treated him unfairly.

Trump launched into an attack on the media before releasing details of donations he had supposedly released to veterans organizations. All along during that event and for months after he talked about how he raised $6 million for veterans who he professes to “love.” News organizations digging into what had been given vets found the amounts were much less that the $6 million. Trump’s campaign manager said last week that they only raised about $3.5 million. Trump said today it was $5.6 million but the boastful businessman said the task was something no one else could do.

He also, as I found out later, continued his press-conference invective against reporters as well, the federal judge whom Trump said was “Mexican” and he claimed he was unfair in the lawsuits against Trump University.

Trump has usually insulted reporters at his campaign events, calling them “dishonest” among other names. He once made fun of a disabled reporter from The New York Times by mimicking the arm jerks of the journalist. What he did differently today was that he insulted individual reporters, calling one a “sleazy guy.”

The presumptive GOP nominee was livid over the press scrutinizing his event and the financial details. He said that he just wanted to a little praise for his good works. That is also in contradiction to his saying he didn’t want any credit.

The problem with his thinking is that the media isn’t about laudatory remarks, at least not many political reporters.

I have never been around any U.S. presidents with the exception of George W. Bush. As I have said here before, I interviewed him when he was a private citizen campaigning for his father. I covered a number of press conferences when Bush was Texas governor. Likewise, I attended probably a handful of his visits to Crawford and Fort Hood. This included going to an Easter Sunday church service inside a military chapel where I was only one of five reporters allowed to attend.Over time, it seemed like the guy I used to jokingly call him G.W. had become more thin-skinned. Perhaps, though, he had always been repelled by criticism. I don’t know anyone who likes to be criticized. I know I don’t like it.

But Trump has brought his thin skin to an art form. It is beyond thin skin. He is a class-A whiner. Every little slight sets him off. His press flacks say it is just his counter-puncher. If he gets attacked, he will attack back.

Besides, being incredibly childish Trump is showing the voting public a glimpse of what he might look like as a president. I think that is good. I sure as hell won’t vote for him and if elected, I don’t know. I probably won’t leave the country since my only health care option at the moment is the Department of Veterans Affairs. Trump wants to dismantle that department and make veterans have health care vouchers. I definitely have my problems with the VA. But if there was a president and Congress that would act like real leaders I think most of the problems could be fixed.

Trump is scary. He thinks that is good. He likes having others off kilter. But that isn’t how you lead the most powerful country in the world. I don’t want the press being restricted. Trump would do that. I don’t want my health care being screwed with. Most of all, I don’t want a con man as president.

To put it in Trump’s terms, I’m talking about con man Trump.

The Dick’s philosophy for graduating, future, leaders.

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160527-N-SQ432-026 ANNAPOLIS, Md. (May 27, 2016) -- Newly commissioned Navy Ensigns and Marine 2nd Lieutenants from the U.S. Naval Academy Class of 2016 throw their midshipmen covers in the air at the end of their graduation and commissioning ceremony May 27 at the Navy-Marine Corp Memorial Stadium. The U.S. Naval Academy commissioned 788 Ensigns into the U.S. Navy and 256 2nd Lieutenants into the U.S. Marine Corp. (U.S. Navy Photo by Mass Communication Specialist Second Class Jonathan L. Correa/RELEASED)

ANNAPOLIS, Md. — Newly commissioned Navy Ensigns and Marine 2nd Lieutenants from the U.S. Naval Academy Class of 2016 throw their midshipmen covers in the air at the end of their graduation and commissioning ceremony May 27 at the Navy-Marine Corp Memorial Stadium. The U.S. Naval Academy commissioned 788 Ensigns into the U.S. Navy and 256 2nd Lieutenants into the U.S. Marine Corp. (U.S. Navy Photo by Mass Communication Specialist Second Class Jonathan L. Correa.)

Okay, I ran a similar — actually, the same photo subject, before, only it was taken 11 years ago — picture before. It’s Memorial Day. We are supposed to memorialize our warriors who died in battle. We can do that. But we can also wish the best for our future Navy and Marine Corps officers.

Having served as a Navy enlisted man during the Viet Nam Era, I can also remind our future officers, don’t be a dick. Well, my name is Dick. But I mean don’t be an asshole or a horse’s ass.

Many of these officers suddenly find themselves in command over a certain number of enlisted people, from the most senior enlisted to the lowliest boot camp sailor. Some of these officers will prove to be great leaders. Others, who graduate from either Annapolis or from the various other college and service programs, should get out of the military as soon as possible.

One does not automatically take the reins of leadership just because they are commissioned as ensigns or second lieutenants. That is, just as becoming a petty officer does not automatically thrust the mantle of a great leader of men or women on any one person.

Most of the time during my short stint as a third- and second-class petty officer didn’t involve leading men. The times I did have to step in as a leader was mostly successful because, I mean, come on, it wasn’t like I was leading in battle. Still, for even the simplest of tasks, one must order someone to accomplish what can often meet with stubborn objection.

One time while serving on a Navy destroyer, for some reason, I was told to take a few less-senior sailors, who were already picked although they weren’t tasked by me, to install new “non-skid ladder safety treads” on the inclined ladder which we walked up and down from our berthing area up to the mess decks. These were treads fastened by screws on the inclined ladder that took us from our berthing area up to the mess decks or the forward head. We would also have to ascend another ladder to the main deck, but we were only told to do our treads. It was surprisingly simple.

The job took a little elbow grease, but other than that it was no problem. There might have been some other little j0bs around our berthing area. It wasn’t really difficult. I was never told to do a lot of jobs like “swabbing the deck.” Even when I was stationed at a Seabee training center, we had students who were on extra duty from punishment to clean the offices. I happened to be the senior petty officer around that day in our living area on the ship, so I was in charge. One of the guys in my division, who was I suppose an E-3, or Seaman, didn’t want to help out. He just flat out didn’t want to do it. I tried reasoning with him. That didn’t work. I could have just done the job by myself and the others. That just didn’t seem right. Finally, I had to threaten to “write him up,” which means filing a report which would likely send this young guy to  captain’s mast, or before the commanding officer, for what is called “Non-judicial punishment.” I happened to be the Legal Yeoman, or the person who handled the legal work and forms on the ship. So I knew very well how to write someone up. I would have charged him with Article 92 — failure to obey an order or regulation — of the Uniformed Code of Military Justice. Now this wouldn’t go on the guy’s permanent record, unless he decided to make a career of the Navy or if for some reason the Old Man (the CO) decided to refer this to a court-martial. That could be serious — think felony charge by the U.S. government.

So the dude was pissed off at me for threatening him but he ended up doing his task. He got over it.

Thus, I congratulate those who are graduating, either from college or high school, and for whatever reason want to join the military. If and when you may be called to lead men or women, just remember, don’t be a dick!

 

 

News of today. Oh well, just read please!

A couple of points from today’s news.

First, happenings at Jerusalem on the Brazos a.k.a. Baylor University. The sacrificial lamb for the idiotic cover up of sexual assault cases involving Baylor football players was none other than Head Coach Art Briles. The hand-slap, not-surprisingly, went to Ken Starr. The former special prosecutor of Bill and Hillary Clintons’ alleged sins was demoted from his post as Baylor president but will retain his chancellor title as well as remaining as a professor at Baylor Law School. There were other specified and non-specified Baylor officials whose jobs were ended. Clearly, s**t rolls downhill at Baylor University. Who knows whether the Waco Police Department, accused of holding back police reports, will be investigated by outside law enforcement? The department has already drawn fire for its handling of the so-called in the “shoot-out” at the Twin Peaks corral.

Smiling Ken Starr. Who's smiling now? Not Art Briles. U.S. Government photo
Smiling Ken Starr. Who’s smiling now? Not Art Briles. U.S. Government photo

I don’t know either Starr or Briles. I know sports writers who covered Briles as a high school and college coach. He always seemed to be a good guy. Biles is no doubt a coaching wizard. He took one of the sorriest teams in the Big 12 Conference — perhaps in what was the NCAA Division 1 — and turned it into a national championship contender. Sometimes people get themselves in a bad situation and use bad judgment and, sometimes, they pay the price.

As a column I read today, Starr is sleazebag who made it his duty to bring down the Clinton presidency. Sure, Clinton lied about his “affair” but how many men and women wouldn’t lie if it was their marriage was on the rocks? But Bill Clinton was the president. Yeah, that’s the GOP line. That is until they face the same situation.

Finally, Donald Trump. Jeez. He officially became the presumed Republican candidate for President today. I didn’t believe he would get through the early primaries. But he did. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is somehow waylaid at the Republican National Convention still.  After today and the last month, nothing surprises me.

I have been and am even more ticked off at Bernie Sanders. I don’t know why he continues in his arrogant thinking he will be president, or whatever the hell he is doing. I thought if Trump became the front-runner, that he would cause an immediate collapse of  the Grand Old Party. Maybe it is a slow collapse. I now am unsure if the Democratic Party is going to hold together.

All I want …

With all the so-called anti-Trump protesters wreaking their havoc, one thinks those rioters might just help Donald Trump getting elected. Perhaps many are anarchists. I just don’t know what people want. I know I don’t want Trump to be president. Jeez Louise!

With apologies to Jimmy Buffett: Trying to reason with hurricane season

What time is it, boys and girls? How the hell should I know. Shut up you old fart! Well, I don’t know if my topic will get any interest. If I were to form a club right now it might be the Pessimists Club. But I would be worried that no one would show up. Same thing with an Apathy Club. I don’t know if anyone would care to join.

To answer my own question, it’s hurricane season. Now the hurricane season officially starts on June 1. But it would be quite a chore trying to explain that to a hurricane breathing down your neck on Memorial Day. The National Hurricane Center is looking at system in the Atlantic that could form into something tropical or sub-tropical during the next few days to northeast of the Bahamas. If something did form it could be carried by steering winds toward areas in northern Florida to the Carolinas.

The chance of development into a tropical or sub-tropical system is about 30 percent, says the NHC. That isn’t a really huge chance. Although having slept through Hurricane Humberto, the Category 1 storm that intensified faster than any other tropical system on record, I found that betting on hurricanes are a losing proposition. I was really kind of bummed I slept through that 2007 storm. Though I am fortunate the storm was much less worse that Rita in 2005 and Ike in 2008.

I pay much more attention these days when hurricane season comes around, or before if there is a developing storm out there. I’m not paranoid. Rather, as folks who are concerned of  mugging or other violent acts, I am aware of my surroundings. Anyone in the path of a hurricane needs to take heed. Sure, one might not get strong winds and certainly those far from the coast need not worry about storm surge.  But there are more problems. These tropical systems can cause extreme flooding for anyone in the path of the storm remnants. Depending on the climate, a concern of tropical and post-tropical systems can be tornadoes.

I suppose if you live in areas where it seldom rains, hurricanes should not be a worry. But these storms, whether called tornado or cyclone or typhoon or whatever, these are forces of nature. And until man learns to completely control the weather — and let’s hope like hell  that doesn’t happen — tropical systems will always remain something to reckon with and respect.