Leah Chase, Queen of Creole Cuisine, Passes Away

She was a New Orleans original. Leah Chase, chef and restauranteur, known to the culinary world as the Queen of Creole Cuisine, passed away June 1. She was 96.

For decades now Chase was widely recognized as a cultural icon, a piece of living history, who continued working in her world renowned restaurant, Dooky Chase’s, located in the Treme section of New Orleans, until her passing.

If you were feeling down, Dooky Chase’s was the place to go. Chef Chase’s cooking would put a smile back on your face, and soon after visiting you would feel right as rain.

For it wasn’t merely the cooking. It was Chase’s personality, demeanor and mile-wide smile that warmed the coldest blues away. Dooky Chase’s was a mile marker for times gone by and for what the woman behind it endured on her road to becoming this beloved cultural figure. Whatever troubles most may face down, try walking a mile in the shoes of Leah Chase. She was an African-American female who owned a restaurant in the segregated deep South of the 1960s.

Chase was a civil rights activist, and her historic restaurant was on the front lines of the fight to secure equal rights for African Americans. It was one of the only locations in New Orleans, where white and black activists were welcomed to dine, defying the law of the day by providing a safe haven. In the 1960s, Martin Luther King, Jr. would join local leaders like Thurgood Marshall and Ernest “Dutch” Morial, to strategize over piping hot dishes of her famous Gumbo Z’herbes in the upstairs meeting room at Dooky’s.

“One of her most prized contributions was advocating for the Civil Rights Movement through feeding those on the front lines of the struggle for human dignity,” said a statement from Chase’s family.

Born on January 6, 1923 in New Orleans, Chase was one of 14 children. She was raised in the small town of Madisonville, LA. There were no high schools for black children, so after sixth grade, Chase moved to New Orleans to live with an aunt. After completing high school, Chase had a colorful work history including managing two amateur boxers and becoming the first woman to mark the racehorse board for a local bookie. Her favorite job, though, was waiting tables in the French Quarter. It was here that she developed her love for food and feeding others.

In 1946, she married local musician Edgar “Dooky” Chase Jr., whose father had opened a street corner stand selling lottery tickets and his wife’s homemade po’boy sandwiches in 1939. Eventually, Leah and Dooky Jr. took over the business, which by 1941, had become a sit-down restaurant and a favorite local gathering place. Under Chef Chase’s guidance, Dooky Chase’s became one of the first African American owned and operated fine dining establishments in the United States.

She served Presidents Barack Obama and George W. Bush, along with countless entertainers like Ray Charles, Duke Ellington, and Quincy Jones. Charles even mentioned the restaurant in his song, “Early in the Morning.” Chase was the inspiration for the Princess Tiana character, Disney’s first African America princess, in the “Princess and the Frog.” Beyoncé featured a cameo of her in the video for “Lemonade,” and Chase earned a Lifetime Achievement Award from the James Beard Foundation in 2016.

One of Chase’s most famous statements was, “To be a woman you have to look like a girl, act like a lady, think like a man, and work like a dog.”

In 2005, Hurricane Katrina destroyed Dooky Chase’s, but two years later Chase reopened her restaurant.

“People said well, what are you going to do at your age. There was only one thing for me to do. No matter what you do on this Earth, do it and do it well,” said Chase.

On a personal level, as someone who grew up in the border-south region of Kentucky, Leah Chase was one of the first ambassadors of New Orleans cuisine I identified back in the 1980s. Since this was before the Internet, it required quite a presence to emanate beyond certain geographic boundaries.

It was Chase’s recipes that first schooled me in how to make a roux and introduce the subtle use of heat in dishes like shrimp & Andouille gumbo, jambalaya, and crawfish étouffée.

Before eventually moving to New Orleans, I sought out dining at Dooky Chase’s on early pilgrimages to the Crescent City. It was here I learned what real fried chicken was truly about, and found an appreciation for greens, okra and red beans & rice.

I am indebted to Chase’s tolerance and quiet dignity. It’s comforting to know that Ms. Chase will live on as the spiritual grand matron of N’awlins.

“In this restaurant, in some ways, we really changed the course of America, and I say we changed the course of America over a bowl of gumbo,” said Chase.

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Dr. John, A New Orleans Original, Takes the Big Adios

He was known as Dr. John, the Night Tripper, part hoodoo medicine man, part psychedelic parishioner. The individual behind this persona was Mac Rebennack, who as a person and musician, embodied all the mysticism that fills the heart and soul of New Orleans. Rebennack died June 6 at the age of 77.

New Orleans is littered with boogie woogie piano players. Setting Rebennack apart from the crowd was his virtuoso capabilities on the piano and guitar. Add to this his flamboyant personification of the New Orleans spirit, and this earned Dr. John a top tier spot with Louisiana keyboard greats like Fats Domino, Professor Longhair, Art Neville, Huey “Piano” Smith, James Booker and Jerry Lee Lewis.

To attend a Dr. John show was the equivalent of a Mardi Gras celebration, cut with a voodoo ceremony and the rambunctious nature of a traveling medicine show. There was funk, blues, a dash of jazz and pop, and rock-n-roll all mixed together that dripped thick with New Orleans, like the mixing bowl that city has always been.

DR. JOHN w/THE BAND – SUCH A NIGHT ~ The Last Waltz (11.25.76)

His bandmates would set a hard funky beat for several minutes before the Night Tripper would come strutting out onto the stage, always at his own pace. In the second half of Dr. John’s career he was New Orleans royalty, and never had to move fast for anyone.

Rebennack always looked the part, sporting a fashionable chapeau to compliment his pointed greying beard, tribal beads were strung around his neck and he carried along his trademark oversized wooden walking stick. This accessory was a sight to behold, adorned with voodoo beads, a yak bone, an alligator tooth and milestone rings from Narcotics Anonymous. It spoke volumes about the life of the man who carried it.

Born Nov. 20, 1941 in New Orleans, his awakening as a musician began around age 12, when he started performing with Professor Longhair, and was tutored on guitar by Walter (Papoose) Nelson, who played guitar for Fats Domino. Rebennack would play guitar up to 18 hours a day, seven days a week – sitting in at Bourbon Street clubs and strip joints.

He dropped out of high school to pursue his passion full time after the Jesuits informed a young Rebennack that he would need to steer clear of the New Orleans clubs. By the late 1950s, his professional career was off and running as he became a well regarded session musician on the scene. To his credit, Rebennack would piece together integrated bands, which at the time was not something commonly seen, especially in the deep South.

This life brought with it certain perils that are all too familiar to those who make a living after midnight. Rebennack took part in many of the criminal hustles of the day and developed a well recognized and lengthy heroin habit. A pivotal moment came in the early 1960s, when Rebennack aided a friend being attacked, and was shot in the ring finger of his left hand. This necessitated a switch in musical instruments, from guitar to piano.

In 1968, Rebbenack recorded “Gris-Gris,” which captured his unique blend of the New Orleans sound, Creole magic and psychedelic rock. Included on this debut was the Dr. John classic, “I Walk on Guilded Splinters.” This record also saw the introduction of Rebbenack’s Dr. John character.

DR. JOHN – I WALK ON GUILDED SPLINTERS (1968)

This classic blending of styles and sounds was further evidenced on the 1972 recording, “Dr. John’s Gumbo.” Allen Toussaint produced and the Meters backed up Dr. John’s recordings of New Orleans classics like “Iko Iko” and “Tipitina.”

Hit songs were not something that defined a performer like Dr. John. He was more atmospheric and the duly appointed representative of the New Orleans sound, yet he did score one Top 40 single in 1973, “Right Place Wrong Time,” that reached No. 9 on the Billboard chart.

DR. JOHN – RIGHT PLACE WRONG TIME

Considering all the albums he recorded, more than 30, winning six Grammy Awards and a 2011 induction into the Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame, records were not the part of his musical career that earned him the most money. It was his side gig cutting jingles and theme music. There was Popeyes chicken, Scott tissue and Oreo cookies. His trademark delivery was heard by a new generation of young people in the theme music for “Blossom” and in the opening song of the “Curious George” cartoon. Rebennack also was the inspiration for Dr. Teeth, the leader of the Electric Mayhem on the Muppets.

You can also credit Dr. John as responsible for providing the name given to a little music festival that takes place annually in Manchester, TN. Organizers were researching old recordings to find inspiration in naming their new festival, and came upon Dr. John’s 1974 release, “Desitively Bonnaroo.” The Bonnaroo Music and Arts Festival has continued to grow in size and influence since 2002, pulling in 80,000-plus attendees annually.

Rebennack gave voice to his blending of sounds and culture in his 1994 autobiography, “Under a Hoodoo Moon,” saying, “In New Orleans, in religion, as in food or race or music, you can’t separate nothing from nothing. Everything mingles each into the other – Catholic saint worship with gris-gris spirits, evangelical tent meetings with spiritual-church ceremonies – until nothing is purely itself but becomes part of one funky gumbo.”

Mac Rebennack was a man with one funky soul. We’re going to miss you Dr. John – R.I.P.

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Thurby @ Churchill Downs Goes Gonzo

On a gorgeous Thursday before the 145th running of the Kentucky Derby I had a choice to make. On one hand there was work. On the other hand there was venturing to Churchill Downs for Derby week festivities. The Thursday before Derby has become an official part of the Derby celebration, and is marketed as “Thurby.”

Most visitors arrive in Louisville on Thursday, but don’t make the track until Friday for the Kentucky Oaks, or Saturday for the Derby. This leaves Thursday as a locals day at Churchill. Those wanting a taste of the energy that surrounds Louisville leading up to the first Saturday in May, can put on their finery and hit Thurby, without enduring all the chaos of mega crowds or escalated ticket prices.

Ultimately, what swayed my decision was the planned anniversary celebration by Churhill Downs for Hunter S. Thompson’s essay, The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved.”

Churchill was going Gonzo. The good Doctor’s famed illustrator, Ralph Steadman, was returning to the track for the first time since his booze-filled escapades with Thompson 49 years prior. For the occasion the Welsh-born Steadman, 82, created a special edition print for sale at Churchill exclusively.

I mean come on, it’s Dr. Gonzo. I had to go pay my respects.

A 20-spot scored parking in the front yard of an apartment complex walking distance to the gates. A general admission grandstand ticket could be had for a paltry $22.

The scene inside Thurby was banging. It skewed considerably younger than Oaks or Derby. These attendees were immaculately groomed. Clearly the guys had gotten the memo that neatly trimmed facial hair was the way to go. The vest, tightly fitted, with a jacket or without, was the article of choice for wear by men. It was that dress accessory that allowed one’s flavor or personality to be expressed. One of my favorites was a faded blue suit/vest combo splashed with white Storm Trooper heads.

Now beg your pardon, but goodness to God, there was explosive cleavage as far as the eye could see! At times it was impossible to find anywhere to look away. Impending doom undulated around every turn, as enormous, gravity defying racks stretched their taffeta boundaries as golden orbs sought their escape from push-up bra subjugation.

This was an upwardly mobile population by and large, educated and conversant with belonging to a gym. The vast majority were trim and willowy. And let’s not forget hats, hats, hats (big, small and everywhere in-between), dotted the landscape. Even the guys donned chapeaus in large numbers, as they puffed on fat, hand rolled cigars.

The first order of business was cocktails. Old Forester was the sponsor of Thurby, and its Old Fashioned was the signature drink. Mint Juleps were infinitely available for sale, but the sugar content is vicious, and what does one do with a fragile souvenir glass after consuming the cocktail. Few sounds are more tragic than hearing a Derby glass shatter on concrete. It’s a distinct noise, and anyone in earshot lets out a heavy sigh of condolence for the downing of a lost compatriot.

Winning Splat | Ralph Steadman | Thurby 2019

The Old Fashioned was spirited and not cheap. One was sufficient in the steady heat. Besides I was running on Gonzo power this day. Speaking of, locating where Steadman’s Thurby print was for sale became my next task.

After a few twists and turns across the plaza, I located a row of white tents tucked away off the main drag. I plunked down my $25, and now had a cardboard tube to wag around the remainder of the day. Steadman was on-site signing items in the same area, but the queue began at 11AM. In this heat that was not a viable option.

I needed to sit a spell, preferably in shade. One of the inherent drawbacks to general admission tickets is one can get stuck on the long rows of metal benches spanning the grandstand level, either exposed to the blazing sun or without cover in case of rain. I anticipated Churchill would adhere to assigned seating, like at Oaks or Derby, but this was not the case. No ushers were staffing entranceways in the common areas for Thurby.

I started on the benches before exploring better confines upstairs. On level two my friends and I commandeered a box with folding chairs. Up the half-flight to a lofted level came another box, but with cushioned folding chairs, overlooking the homestretch near the finish line. It was a pristine view, and ultimately came included with my $22 general admission ticket.

While I entered the day with aspirations of laying down Derby wagers for Saturday’s race, that quickly became an unrecognizable dream. My brainpan was going in a million splintered directions. Far and away too many to hone in on what horses might finish in what order in a race two days from now. Besides it was way more fun to party out in the plaza. A stage was set up, where a DJ and full band were spinning tunes. This vantage point allowed a perfect view of the paddock area, where the horses paraded through on their way to the next race.

By 6PM the sun had taken its toll. With poster in hand I made a beeline for my vehicle and its soothing air conditioning.

Thurby exceeded all expectations. While horse racing was remotely involved, it was more of a social gathering, with heavy cocktails. A venue to see and be seen, and with a crowd of around 48,000, it was considerably more manageable to navigate than the 100,000 at Oaks or the more than 150,000 at the Kentucky Derby.

Hunter Thompson was spot on when he said, “Buy the ticket, take the ride.” I’ll saddle up for Thurby again come next year.

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Mueller Report Implicates Trump of Obstructing Justice

At long last the Mueller Report is here. Two years in the making, and during that period a dense cloud of trepidation enveloped Capitol Hill. For Republicans it was the prospect that damning evidence would be revealed implicating a president they’ve blindly supported. Democrats hoped the Republican nightmare would come true. They needed a silver bullet, depicting such overt criminal contempt as to create a confluence of public and political support sufficient to allow the removal of President Trump from office.

At first blush, no smoking gun jumped out.

Special Counsel Robert Mueller opted to not reach a conclusion in his investigation. Mainly because prevailing legal sentiment, and policy at the Justice Department, forbade charging a sitting president with a crime.

Trump took this as an innocent verdict. He jumped atop Mt. Twitter, and like the true egomaniac he is, proclaimed, “No Collusion, No Obstruction, Complete and Total EXONERATION. KEEP AMERICA GREAT!”

Admittedly Democrats were crestfallen. With all Trump’s lies, deceit and scheming, how was nothing charged?

But then a funny thing happened. People actually took the time to read the Mueller Report, which lord knows Donald Trump would never do. At 448 pages, it’s not a quick read. Broken into two volumes, the report details Russian meddling in the 2016 presidential election, examines possible collusion by the Trump campaign, and whether Trump obstructed justice.

Mueller turned over his report to William Barr, Trump’s new personal attorney, who masquerades as the U.S. Attorney General, on March 22. Two days later Barr issued a four page synopsis – to help us rubes understand the complicated material contained within. Barr’s take was no criminal act was found committed by Trump or his crew of miscreants.

The problem being this was not true. On March 27, Mueller countered Barr in a private letter, indicating the attorney general’s message “did not fully capture the context, nature, and substance of this office’s work and conclusions.”

This stirred up greater controversy and more people started reading the report.

You see, the Mueller report was written in an objective manner, which makes the content all the more disturbing. Considering our current polarized political climate, Mueller comes across as too subtle. People require an iron anvil across the head to recognize anything through the clutter of 24-hour news cycles, but the evidence Mueller unveiled was quite damning.

Volume I of the report concludes that Russian interference in the 2016 presidential election occurred “in sweeping and systematic fashion” and “violated U.S. criminal law.” A fact Trump continues to deny.

Mueller unequivocally notates that Russian military operatives approached the Trump campaign and were given entree to intercede on the campaign’s behalf. The Russian government did exactly that, hacking into Democratic computer networks, providing damaging emails for release through WikiLeaks, and flooding Facebook and Twitter platforms with distorted messaging against Democrats.

The idea was to “provoke and amplify political and social discord” in an effort to get Trump elected. Putin and Russia knew full well Hillary Clinton would view them as an enemy – but Trump was easily manipulated and became Russia’s useful idiot.

Ultimately Mueller indicted 13 Russian nationals and three Russian entities over their 2016 election interference.

Volume II addressed the president’s obstruction of justice. Numerous occasions are highlighted where Trump engaged to impede or derail the Russia investigation.

Trump overtly requested law enforcement personnel shut down the Michael Flynn probe and Russia investigation. When these advances were spurned, Trump fired the FBI director, James Comey, and pushed out Jeff Sessions, along with pressuring other Justice Department officials to leave.

President Trump directed Don McGhan, then White House Counsel, to have Robert Mueller removed as Special Counsel, once Sessions had recused himself and the evidence was leading the investigation into possible instances of obstruction by the president. McGhan refused to carry out this directive and instead resigned.

Twice Trump requested Corey Lewandowski, his former campaign manager, deliver a message to Sessions that he wanted the AG to intervene and limit the scope of the Russia investigation. Lewandowski never carried out this order.

Trump is like a petulant child. If one adult tells him no, he seeks out another until he finds one weak enough to do his bidding.

These instances of obstruction are in addition to the ridiculous number of contacts the president, his children and Trump’s aides had with Russian officials during the campaign and after. The president and his associates made blanket statements that neither himself, nor anyone in his campaign had ANY contact with Russians, nor did the Trump enterprise do business with any Russian entities.

Those are absolute lies and have been proven beyond a reasonable doubt.

What Mueller has done is provide his report to Congress, who alone possesses the authority to charge a sitting president and bring that individual to trial for removal from office. Evidence was included and paths were illuminated where presidential corruption occurred. Mueller also tipped off state courts that charges likely could be brought against Trump for crimes once he is no longer president.

These are high stakes no doubt. But make no mistake America is under attack from hostile foreign powers and from the White House. The time has come for members from both parties to grow a spine, and do what is morally right for this country and its people before irreparable damage is done to the institutions of the United States.

Impeach President Donald Trump for high crimes and misdemeanors. Remove this reprobate from office so dignity may be restored to the chief executive’s office and to America.

“Report on the Investigation into Russian Interference in the 2016 Presidential Election”

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Sig Luscher Brewery Brings Heritage-Style Lager to Frankfort

Beer is back in Bourbon City. A new pour house has taken up residence at the crossroads of the Bourbon Trail in Frankfort, KY.

Sig Luscher opened its doors this past December, at 221 Mero Street, across from the Dept. of Transportation. Now the bar itself may be new, but the name on the bottle, the establishment’s namesake, crafted beer in downtown Frankfort some 150 years ago.

“It’s is a heritage brewery,” co-owner Tim Luscher is fond of saying. His great-great-great grandfather, Sigmund Luscher, emigrated from Switzerland to Frankfort, and in 1866, opened operations in the former Capital Brewery, located on the grounds where the Transportation building currently sits. The brewery remained in operation until the founder’s death in 1891.

“Believe it or not, since then there has not been another brewery in Frankfort,” said Nathan Cryder, Sig Luscher’s CEO and co-owner.

In addition to his beer business, the elder Luscher had a tie to Frankfort’s burgeoning bourbon industry, as he sold yeast strains to Col. E.H. Taylor for his bourbon distillery. Col. Taylor’s operation was a precursor for the current Buffalo Trace Distillery.

In keeping with its history, the new Sig Luscher is a beer joint first and foremost. Unlike so many craft breweries these days, this one focuses on lagers exclusively, instead of the denser, hoppy-flavored IPAs.

The idea being to create a fresh, approachable beer, that exhibits a drinkability able to satisfy domestic aficionados, yet possesses a palate to challenge the connoisseurs in a crowd. It has fallen to brewmeister Dylan Greenwood, formerly with Falls City Brewing Co., to craft the recipe for this delicately balanced ‘lager of the common man.’

The flagship pour is a golden pilsner that is a cross between a German and Swiss style, referred to as a ‘Sig’ for short. If a light beer or American lager is in your wheelhouse, a Sig is the place to start. It’s clean and crisp, a little heavier than a Bud, Miller or Coors, and packing a tastier kick.

The other offering is the ’66 Wheated Lager, or Sig ’66, an amber beer, with a bit more hop flavor that finishes easy. It’s a lovely pour and sports 6.6 percent alcohol.

These two selections come in 12 or 23 ounce drafts. Both are served in vintage mugs from bygone days. They come frosted to the point that a thin sheen of ice forms on the surface of the draft.

Watch for seasonal brews or specialty pours on limited release. There were two recent traditional German offerings, the malty flavored Maibock (7.5 abv), and the Schwarzbier, a dark lager that drinks like a pilsner. Currently the Sig Sour is being showcased. It’s a Berlin specialty, known as a Berliner Weisse, a sour wheat beer that is served with a flavored syrup – balancing out the sour with some sweet.

For those not of the beer persuasion, no worries, wine, bourbon, locally roasted coffee, tea and soft drinks are available. If munchies catch your fancy, try a beer steamed frank with all the trimmings, a pretzel or a bagel stick, cooked fresh from Chef Ouita Michel’s Midway Bakery. Stop past later in the evening and often a food truck is parked out front for more substantial dining needs.

Venture inside the humble microbrewery, either by going up a switchback ramp, making it handicap accessible, or the steps to the front entrance. Both deposit one on an enclosed, climate controlled porch, that remained quite toasty even on a 12-degree evening this past winter.

The interior feels part ski chalet and a bit like a cabin, with its wood walls and ceiling. The taproom has seating at the bar for five, with a couple barrels serving as standing tables. Two televisions are available for watching games.

A dozen people in the taproom is snug, but the vaulted ceiling and porch area lend an airy quality. Seating for another 25 people is available in both the porch area and the brew house. A rear entrance off the taproom leads to a 5,000 square foot outdoor beer garden surrounding the property.

This modest indoor space can get wall-to-wall quick at Happy Hour, but with warmer climates the beer garden welcomes the overflow capacity. Helping to draw that crowd is the discounted 23 ounce drafts that come with a free hotdog during Happy Hour.

I must give a shout out to the owners for posting boilermaker pairings on the chalkboard above the taproom bar. A shot of E.H. Taylor with a Sig goes down mighty smooth.

“To be able to bring a forgotten piece of history back to Kentucky’s capital and soon to all of the Commonwealth is not only exciting, it’s something that feels like a responsibility one needs to treat with great care,” said Nathan Cryder, co-owner of Sig Luscher.

SIG LUSCHER | 221 Mero Street | Frankfort, KY | 502.209.9238

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Trump’s 2019 State of the Union Pushes Faux Unity and Threats

Donald Trump delivered his State of the Union address to a joint session of Congress on Tuesday in what was billed by the administration as a pivot toward unity for the president in the aftermath of his record-setting 35 day government shutdown. Don’t get too excited. Any conciliatory overtones were merely window dressing.

The sweeping rhetoric about working across party lines, not just for ending gridlock but to govern “as one nation” for the American people – might be pleasant to the untrained ear, but The Donald’s wicked tongue could not be held.

Teleprompter speeches are not Trump’s strong suit. He is a carnival barker at his core. A huckster who likes to sell his pitch to thundering applause before its noticed a swindle is underfoot. A further listen revealed the same nativist policies he continues to drive with fear to whip up a base that is willingly hoodwinked for their own isolationist pursuits.

The border wall and fictitious caravans of alien hordes comprised of drug trafficking-rapist-terrorists got full play, but no mention of the pain caused to American families and businesses by his shuttering of the government. Nor did he have the stones to mention what his intention would be in terms of closing the government again come Feb. 15 if no consensus was reached.

There was mention of infrastructure rebuilding, ending childhood cancer, reducing the cost of prescription drugs, protecting those with pre-existing conditions – but virtually no details were provided, nor were any legislative initiatives introduced.

In fact several of those utterances are laughable, as anyone who follows politics recognizes Trump and his Republicans have actively been working on the state and national level to strip away protections, like mandating coverage for those with pre-existing conditions.

The night got off to a poor start when Trump failed to display the dignity and grace of congratulating Speaker Nancy Pelosi on her and the Democrats returning to power. Various presidents from either party who similarly took a beating like Trump did in the midterms, realized it was the will of the people, and if truly there was an interest by this White House to make a bipartisan turn toward governing, recognition would have been given.

Instead we were fed garbage about how if Trump wasn’t elected the country would be at war with North Korea. It was he alone who prevented this carnage. Now the fact that Kim Jong-un continues to not abide by the dismantling of North Korea’s nuclear missile program is an inconvenient truth. But this president knows more than all the generals.

Some of the more than 100 women elected to Congress, who wore white to honor the women’s suffrage movement that led to the ratification of the 19th Amendment in 1920.

“We must reject the politics of revenge, resistance and retribution, and embrace the boundless potential of cooperation, compromise and the common good,” declared Trump.

Please stop. Revenge and retribution are all this man does. He takes to Twitter against anyone who criticizes him and calls them an “enemy of the people.” Probably not the best sales pitch for a guy personally under investigation for potentially treasonous crimes.

There were plenty of lovely special guests introduced as the speech kept going for 80-plus minutes. The quote of the night was a threat to members of Congress and the judiciary.

“An economic miracle is taking place in the United States, and the only thing that can stop it are foolish wars, politics, or ridiculous, partisan investigations,” said Trump. “If there is going to be peace and legislation, there cannot be war and investigation. It just doesn’t work that way!”

Just maybe it’s finally dawning on this dunderhead how many of his boys have been indicted, plead guilty, and given evidence against him. An innocent person would welcome an oversight investigation to clear their name. Trump is petrified. He and several of his family members are looking good to prosecutors for collusion and obstruction surrounding election meddling and conspiring with a hostile foreign government.

The Pelosi Clapback

Speaker Pelosi provided the framing context for the evening’s festivities, as she delivered a devastating clap-back that instantly went viral across social media.

After Trump’s attempt at sincerity in delivering his line about rejecting revenge over cooperation, Pelosi stood, making sure to lock eyes with the president as he turned toward her, and extended her arms to give a pity-clap to the doomed and drowning Commander-in-Chief, with a knowing look that she was coming for this chump.

WATCH PELOSI CLAP-BACK

The following day Christine Pelosi, the Speaker’s daughter, posted the following on Twitter, “#WayBackWednesday – Oh yes that clap took me back to the teen years. She knows. And she knows that you know. And frankly she’s disappointed that you thought this would work. But here’s a clap. #YouTriedIt.”

The speech in many ways was classic Trump. Instead of just being true to his identity and advocating for an authoritarian regime, he delivered this ham-fisted diatribe with the transparency of a pig wearing lipstick and a ball gown. Generally speaking, when this level of masquerade is required to get over on an audience it usually signals the end is near.

Hey Donald, welcome to Democratic control in the House of Representatives!

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Trump Capitulates to Democrats in Ending Government Shutdown

After five weeks of untold hardship weathered by federal employees and ancillary private businesses harmed by the record-long partial government shutdown, Donald Trump caved to the Democrat’s demand to reopen for business minus any border wall funding.

In the end Nancy Pelosi, speaker of the House of Representatives, outmaneuvered the president, and forced Trump into accepting the same deal on the table before the shutdown began that failed to include the $5.7 billion earmarked for building a border wall.

“It’s sad,” Pelosi said, “that it’s taken this long to come to an obvious conclusion.”

Pelosi possessed a mandate not to compromise as Democrats were swept into power this past November in the midterm elections specifically to check Trump’s questionable initiatives.

The president underestimated Pelosi’s strategic high ground and the Democrat’s ability to stand united in opposition to funding a wall on the U.S.-Mexico border, which Trump insisted was crucial to combating an artificial immigration crisis in America.

Lost in all the hyperbole and rancor was Trump’s renege on the promise that Mexico would pay for his big beautiful wall. This is the epitome of a nonstarter to be trying to swindle taxpayer dollars, from Democrats no less, to fund this boondoggle.

Trump’s retreat on wall funding took a toll on his presidency, as it exposed his inability to perform as a dealmaker. First he failed under a unified Republican control of Congress and then with Democrats. This leaves his signature campaign promise unfulfilled. A gaping void the Trump faithful are not willing to overlook. Meanwhile Speaker Pelosi’s reputation as a master political tactician grew exponentially.

A perfect storm arose Jan. 25, forcing the novice president’s hand. As defections in Trump’s own party grew, his job approval numbers sagged and airport delays lengthened, aides informed Trump he had no foreseeable solution but to take the Democrat’s deal.

Rep. Pelosi attempting to explain to Trump why closing the government would be a foolish idea.

From a messaging standpoint Trump lost the shutdown battle before it began. After a televised meeting in December with Pelosi and Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer, there was no escaping Trump’s declaration that he would be “proud” to shut down the government.

Spin as the president might, no one bought it was anyone’s fault but Trump’s for the shutdown mess that directly impacted 800,000 federal workers. The White House had no plan for how to navigate this choppy water, and Trump again showed a shocking lack of empathy and discipline in handling his own manufactured disaster.

The mantra of “build that wall” was a punch line. A way for Trump to get his crowd going at rallies. “And who is going to pay for it” a rhetorical starter. Now it’s an albatross around the adminsitration’s neck.

Instead of simply agreeing to a border security package that utilized a combination of smart technology, drones, motion detectors, cameras and increased border patrol officers – Trump has made such a fuss about erecting some medieval wall he is boxed in by his base with no escape.

Complicating the optics on the shutdown was the administration being seen as out of touch with ordinary Americans. Wilbur Ross, secretary of commerce, wondered aloud in a CNBC interview why federal workers were having to visit homeless shelters and food banks after missing two paychecks instead of just taking out a loan.

Trump’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad Friday got off to a whiz-bang start as confidant Roger Stone was arrested in a pre-dawn FBI raid at his Florida home. He was charged with obstruction, false statements, and witness tampering as part of special counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation into Russian meddling in the 2016 election and possible Trump campaign collusion.

Trump still found a way to make things worse by insisting he had not conceded after news outlets, including Fox and other right wing favorites, bashed the president for caving. With the wounds from this 35-day standoff still fresh Trump newly threatened another shutdown in three weeks if the boy king didn’t get his border wall.

Conservative commentator Ann Coulter sent out a Tweet saying, “Good news for George Herbert Walker Bush: As of today, he is no longer the biggest wimp ever to serve as President of the United States.”

“I have the absolute right to declare a national emergency,” said Trump. “I’m not prepared to do that yet but if I have to I will. … I may do it.”

This catastrophe of a presidency begs the question, how is all that “winning” Trump promised working out for everyone in America? Tired of it yet? I’m not sure I can take much more.

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