Wow! What a week! Need I say more? Well, in addition to the news, I had personal events that were keeping me happy and sad simultaneously. In no particular order, my sister’s husband Jack Prince had a birthday on September 30. He was 92. (My oldest sister Pat Prince died in 2014 with ovarian cancer). Their daughter (my niece) Deb Prince Kroll’s husband of almost 43 years died on the same day. And my daughter-in-law Joy Tracey Bertolli MacIntosh had her birthday on October 1, 2020. The family came together (rare event) to a celebratory dinner. So even though I am not there with any of them, I am in my heart.
I celebrate with Jack and wish I could give him a big hug. He is struggling with heath issues and memory loss. He was and is very close with his family and our entire family.
I am so sad about the death of Bob. He has been sick for a long time. But that does not make the loss less. I wish I were there with the family to mourn. So I have mourned alone for my sister, Jack, and Bob and Debby and Katie.
And this has been a rainy week. I also have had other challenges.
Jack, Pat, DebBob and members of the familyJoy Tracey with the familyJoy Tracey
Good news and things that I am thankful for.
I really like this apartment. The heat was turned on the building. I learned how to have my groceries delivered from Monoprix Supermarket. Christopher (my friend who speaks French) helped me get an appointment at the Prefecture for my French papers – no easy task. I found a good vet who is helping Missy. I got a nice letter from my grandson Tyler. Plus other things.
So, that is it for now. I had a few memes I like that I am adding as a tag. I am blessed to have my readers. I now have 9501 Visitors and 41,000 views on Jayspeak. I promise to do better as time goes by. Or not. Maybe I will just stay the same. But I will be back with good pictures as I make more physical adjustments. Hey! I am here and it took me a long time to get here. All my life, this was my dream. Now, I must heal. I did a job on myself. Bottom line – HANG IN THERE. DREAMS DO COME TRUE.
Early in the week, I decided to write about being part of the solution as I am so into all the problems that I see surrounding me everywhere. But I regret to say that I don’t know how yet. Well, sort of. But, first, I want to take a look at what I see as problems in my little corner of the universe. Hey, just go with it. At least these won’t be YOUR problems. And I am not going into the political arena, even though I am heartsick about a LOT of political matters that are NOT going my way. And, I am speaking out, and today I VOTED!
But this week has been rough. Workers who were supposed to finish my balcony with the cat netting stayed most of the day on Friday – 3 guys who kept questioning what each other was doing. Plus, the netting ruins my view of the sky. But I choose Missy over sky, so black cat netting it is. And they had to “finish up” on Monday. ALL DAY!!! And two windows. 3 guys working by the hour. Ouch.
And, I got bad news from Debby about her Bob (going into Hospice), Becky (broke her ankle in 4 places); Blair (running injury, requiring surgery); Jack (needs a caregiver); Leonard (still finding out); and fires and my kids (unknown). And more. And, something happened to me on Wednesday that made me get worse. And, the virus is spreading. And, my vertigo is worse. Getting to see a doctor takes FOREVER. I am walking too much. And it turned very cold and rainy without heat in the building yet.
SO, how can I be part of the solution?
I changed the cat litter when I was sore from walking. Haha. I asked the neighbor to take my garbage to the elevator. She offered to take it downstairs. A French friend (Elizabeth) took me in her car to lunch at a gorgeous private Sports Club,
I don’t know yet. Give me some time to think about it.
Last night I saw a program about new challenges facing today’s teachers. I have two daughter-in-law’s who are teachers. He said you don’t ask what he/she wants to be when he/she grows up. You ask what problem she/he wants to solve (anything at all); then how does she/he think the problem could be solved; then what does she/he have to learn to solve it. Then DO IT.
What a glorious September morning in Paris! I am sitting here in my new apartment in the 16th Arrondissement of Paris, aware that I feel good and am hunkering down. I just had a small breakfast and coffee on the balcony and remembered that I need to start a blog for this weekend. Actually, that is not true because I have given it a lot of thought. After the news of RBG’s death pierced my very being, I did not know what I wanted to write. “May her memory be for blessing. May her memory be for revolution. May we become a credit to her name.”
And, I have thought about why I feel so good in the midst of all of this turmoil and despair. This is what comes to mind.
I moved to Paris as an experiment, hoping that it would JOLT me out of the doom and gloom depression that I was carrying around in my head. IT WORKED!!! Life has been nothing but a lot of problem -solving moments since I made that decision. Needless to say, it has not been easy. Granted, I have seen a lot of beautiful things since I have been here and eaten a lot of delicious food. I have met a lot interesting people and made a few good friends. But I have experienced most of it at the same time I – for some unknown reason- was going through a lot of physical pain when I have wanted to travel metros and ride buses and see and do and go. AND I have been in the middle of a pandemic. I don’t know how much was real and how much was imagined. I was renting a Studio in the middle of one of the most desirable sections of Paris and was in fear for my life during all of LOCKDOWN. Not really, BUT it jolted me out of imagined doom and gloom and converted it to literal doom and gloom with a killer virus outside my door. Also, I was jolted out of imagined pain to literal physical pain because of the terrible mattress on the Studio’s sofa bed. Haha. It changed my inability to speak a language sorta well to a real inability to communicate when I most needed to. Haha!!! And, it motivated me to try to find a more comfortable apartment FAST, because I wanted to sleep in a bed in a room without bars on the windows for safety. So, I did not have time to walk around with imagined doom and gloom! I was in the midst of REAL doom and gloom! And with the mess that was going on the USA, it got worse just when I thought it couldn’t get worse. And, it is still getting worse!!! My beloved practice of law with civil rights for the little guy has turned inside-out for my colleagues in their pursuit for justice in employment litigation and civil rights. And it is redefining itself and they are redefining their practices and their litigation as they go after bullies of one kind or another.
I feel good because I see and hear the youth of tomorrow’s voices. Yes, there are rotten apples in the barrel, BUT there are a LOT of young people who see clearly and have the vision to take the world of tomorrow in other directions. I trust that there are solutions that I cannot even imagine. I have made the decision to trust that they know what they are doing. I trust in the youth of tomorrow. I see my four grandchildren (who don’t know me because of my having kept a distance for some reason that I don’t understand – that is a post for another time) and see their decisions and posts on social media. I applaud their choices of healthy food. I applaud their love for nature, and more.
So, I am going to allow myself to feel good in spite of all that is bad (which I will not list.) Maybe I am grasping at straws here, but it is September! I love September and October and November and December!!!!! I am in an apartment with my art on the walls. AND, I am alive!! And the holidays are coming !
My cat is better. My pain is bearable. I have a new doctor I like. I will have my ballot to vote on Thursday (California). I visited with some GHS classmates on Zoom that I enjoyed. I am working on solutions to snags. I found a tailor for my Armani suits (too expensive, too long, different body shape and sizes). The French Open begins tomorrow down the street. Life is good AT THE MOMENT. By the time you read this, it may all have changed. (sigh).
SO, I have taken some pictures of things – food, flowers, views, art that I think you may enjoy. I plan to do more photo’s in the future.
Jayspeak in Paris is redefining itself. Don’t go away. The Kaleidoscope is turning…….
Best, Jay
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I hope I don't offend you by asking for help. But help is what I need these days. I wish I were independently wealthy, but I am on my own with expenses - as I guess we all are - with Social Security and small SAG pension. So, I am posting this on Jayspeak to defray costs of getting doctors and workers for the apartment and getting help when I need it. Sorry.
I believe that Joe Biden is not perfect. It doesn’t matter.
I believe that Nancy Pelosi is not perfect. It doesn’t matter.
I believe that Donald Trump is bad for the world – not just USA, not just Democracy, not just for the economy, not just for the workers, not just for the office of the President of the United States. It matters.
We are not perfect. They are not perfect. It is not perfect.It doesn’t matter.
I believe that a lot of my friends and relatives have values I don’t like. It matters.
We will never return to the way we were. It doesn’t matter.
What matters?
What matters to YOU?
Decide.
Then go for it.
There may not be a lot of time “to think about it.”
I have been trying to understand my family’s history. I have made a lot of new friends on different sites because of close relatives who have come to my attention because of shared DNA. I am shocked at how little I know. Either I wasn’t told or I did not pay attention before this. I was sent a copy of a book about my family that is fascinating. It is titled “Westmoreland Ancestry”, and is a book written by Lucia Foster. She begins the book with a quote from an article written by Mr. Alton S. Newell that he wrote for The Wall Street Journal on July 3, 1980. This is a segment from Newell’s article – “Once Upon a Time”- that is important for us to think about Now:
“Once upon a time, far away and long ago, in the old country, a group of people became dissatisfied with their government’s unnecessary interference into their personal and private lives. They felt so strongly about this they decided to leave their native land and seek a new country. This entailed a far greater decision that we realize today. We think of crossing the Atlantic in a few hours with a comfortable reception awaiting us on the other side. They knew they would face months of hardships, sacrifice and unknown dangers on their voyage and after they reached their destination. They weighed all the potential problems against their desire and determination and the answer was go. I am glad we had people back then with faith in God, faith in themselves, and their fellow man. We should be pleased to speculate that we may just have some of their blood in our veins.
They came to these shores and expended blood, sweat, and tears and under divine guidance set up a system of government with the concept of the value, the rights, the freedom and the responsibility of the individual. Men and women working under this concept led us into our free enterprise system that has served this nation so well.
When a man knows that his future depends on his own desires, his ambition, and his own energy he will work hard to provide a better life for himself and his loved ones. Our free enterprise system has brought to this country the highest standard of living known to man. Not only have we provided ourselves a high standard of living, but we have helped many other nations of the world better their lot also. We have provided the technology and inspiration for much of the progress made in the world. We spent billions of dollars going to the moon and probing outer space and then shared this technology with the rest of the world, even with those people who seem to want to do us in. We have sent peacemakers to most all the troubled spots of the world. Several times when these peace missions failed, American blood was spilled in our effort to keep free men free. We can be rightfully proud of the part we have played in making life easier for many people of the world.
Now I wish I could stop there and say all is well with America, but You know I can’t. In recent years we seem to have stirred up a hornet’s nest of problems for ourselves. We are beset on every hand with turbulence and frustrations as groups and individuals assert their rights without any thought about their responsibilities. If we were to try to define our problems with one word, that word would have to be responsibility .
Our forefathers gave us a good prescription when they based the structure of our society on the value, the rights, the freedom and responsibility of the individual. We all know what our rights are, but we seem to have forgotten our responsibility.
When Johnnie doesn’t learn how to read it’s not his fault, it’s the fault of the teacher. If he gets into trouble it’s because of the failure of the school. If he gets on drugs, it’s the fault of the community. In trouble with the police, it’s police brutality. When anyone gets into trouble today the shrinks all get together to try and find out what went wrong in the society where he was raised. They look everywhere except in the individual himself. If we don’t put responsibility back into the fabric of our nation we are in trouble!
Every right and every freedom comes with responsibility attached. We don’t have a right to a clean environment without the responsibility to help provide it. We don’t have a right to food, clothing and shelter without the responsibility to work hard and make every effort to obtain them. We don’t have the right to enter the promised land without the responsibility of going through the wilderness. We don’t have the right to live in a free country without the responsibility to defend it.
This irresponsible generation, all those of us living today, have some things mixed up. We spend millions of dollars shielding our highways from the junk yards and hang our pornography at eye level for our children in the newsstands. We worry about air and water pollution and then shovel filth into our living room through our television sets. We turn loose the criminals and lock up the juries. Married people are living apart and singles are living together. We want to ban saccharin and legalize marijuana. We have basically banned prayer from our schools and allow obscenities. Our students have so many rights the teachers are becoming disgusted and afraid and are leaving their classrooms for safer jobs. Lack of responsibility and undisciplined living are sapping the vitality of America.
Now, I don’t want to convey the idea that I think America is doomed. I still think it is the best country in the world. There is still a lot more right about it than there is wrong. I just don’t want us to drift into careless mediocrity. I don’t want to criticize my country without trying to offer a solution to problems brought up. What then shall we do? Shall we look to Washington?
Do you realize that we have had at least 5 different presidents and hundred of other leaders in Washington since our decline started 15 or 20 years ago! That decline has not deviated, but has been consistent during this time. I believe the trouble lies at the so-called grass roots. That’s at your feet and mine. A few years ago, a congressman was run out of Washington by his colleagues when it was discovered that a young lady on his Payroll had very few duties, but to provide fringe benefits for him. He went back home to a standing ovation from the people who had sent him to Washington. Several other congressmen have been re-elected after discovery of irregularities in their conduct. I believe we will receive, and only deserve, the kind of government we insist on.
We complain of inflation, but we keep on buying. We complain of high gasoline prices, but keep on driving. We complain of government hand-outs, but jump into the first line where we can get ours. We complain of wasteful government projects, but dance with glee, when our representative wins one for our community.
We complain of filth on television and by our viewing habits make the most popular programs those that appeal to our basic animal instincts. We regret the decline in America’s spiritual life as we sit in front of the television set on Sunday morning nursing a hangover from the night before.
We, the people, can have the kind of country we want. America needs to be born again. It will not come about from Washington, but must begin in you and me. It’s getting late. Happy meditation this 4th of July.”
I believe that Joe Biden is not perfect. It doesn’t matter.
I believe that Nancy Pelosi is not perfect. It doesn’t matter.
I believe that Donald Trump is bad for the world – not just USA, not just Democracy, not just for the economy, not just for the workers, not just for the office of the President of the United States. It matters.
We are not perfect. They are not perfect. It is not perfect. It doesn’t matter.
I believe that a lot of my friends and relatives have values I don’t like. It matters.
We will never return to the way we were. It doesn’t matter.
What matters?
What matters to YOU?
Decide.
Then go for it.
There may not be a lot of time “to think about it.”
(There is no “right” answer.)
OK, I may not be on the right track here, but I do realize that a lot of things that I drive myself crazy worrying about don’t really have matter or don’t happen. Yes, I agree that I don’t have any solutions, but I think that we all have an intuition and seldom live by it. I think a lot of people don’t even know what they think, much less have the courage to live by it. I think a lot of people live by rules they “think they should think”. But that doesn’t make them right or make the rules matter.
Where am I going with this? (IF you are still reading)
As you know, I just moved into another apartment in Paris. So? Well, this entire venture is an experiment. When Steve and I made the decision to move to France, we both examined what mattered to us. We did not agree on a lot of it, but we agreed on most of it and went for it!!
Steve died in Nice, France.
So, I moved from Nice to Paris!
(“Why are you moving to Paris? It is crowded. The weather is terrible. The people are not friendly. ” ) (“I want to. I am hoping it will jolt me back to life. It matters. I am dying in Nice – giving up.”
I was not happy in Nice. I was not happy at first in Paris.
Why? I missed myself. Inside, I did not feel like “myself”. How was I going to help myself?
Now, I have used my intuition during all of this. I saw an ad. I answered it from my heart. The landlord and I “clicked”. I’m here. And, I am waking up happy. That is the bottom line. It is a long story. There were/are a LOT of snags. But I am aware that I am waking up happy. “Happy” is not a good word. But I am waking up with that wonderful familiar feeling that I had for years that I used to have. Yes, the world is a mess. Yes, my health is a mess. Yes, my life is a mess. But I have ideas. I have desires. I have wants. I have dreams, again. I look into the mirror and say, “Hello, Janet. Welcome back.”
I will fill all of this in as I go along, but for now, I have taken a few “before” pictures. I am still working on my environment, my “home”, my special space that matters to me. But I have had a lot of friends ask me to take pictures. So, here goes. The “After” will take time and creativity. But I am game! I have met my neighbors (sorta) and joined some great organizations. I have new friends that I really like. There are major problem with all of it, but today, it is good. I just hope there are still quality tomorrows – for a while, anyway. Yes, it matters.
YES. I was right. It is working! (Knock on Wood!!) Stay tuned……
(printed in the Daily Republican Banner on Friday, May 14, 1841.)
The following singular case was brought last spring before the justice of the peace of the fourth district in Paris. The object was two white roses, whose withered leaves had long since been dispersed to the winds.
Madame Gaillien, (mantaq-maker.) – I demand thirty francs ($6.00) damages, from Miss Flora Miaville, for having caused me to lose an order worth one hundred and fifty francs.
Judge. – Explain the facts.
Madame. – Yes, sir. About two months ago, Miss Leontine de Crillon was to be married to the Prince of Clermont Tonnere, the marriage gifts were to be magnificent. I received an order to make a dress for the bride; it was to be a chef d’oeuvre. Splendid lace, pearls, gimp – all the marvels of the art of dress making were to be united. But something more rare at that time was wanting; it was a natural white rose – at the end of February.
Judge. – and Miss Flora engaged to procure one for you?
Madame. – Yes, Sir; she cultivates flowers, and often sells them to the great Milliners of the capital. I went to her, and she promised to let me have one of the two roses she then possessed, for twenty-five francs, which sum was to be paid on delivery. I depended on her promise, but she did not keep it faithfully; for I did not receive the rose, and tor that reason, they refused to take the wedding dress.
Judge. (To Miss Flora) – Why did you not deliver the rose?
Miss Flora. (with timidity.) It was not my fault. The evening before the day on which I had promised the white rose to Madame Gaillien, a shower, which took place during my absence, made the flower expand, and some hours afterwards nothing remained but the stem. What I tell you is the truth.
Judge. – I believe you, Young Girl. But the second rose, could you not have delivered that?
Miss Flora. – (With tears in her eyes) – Oh! As to that one, it was not promised. Madam Gaillien would certainly have accepted it, for it was the more beautiful of the two. But I could not give it. It was destined to my mother.
Judge. – Was it her birthday?
Miss Flora. – (Sorrowfully) – No, Sir, it was the anniversary of her death. (Profound sensation in the auditory.) Every year I lay on her tomb one of those white roses which she so much loved. This year I did the same. I said to myself, the bride will be as handsome with a flower less, and my poor mother shall again today have her favorite rose.
Here Miss Flora shed abundant tears and Madame Gaillien, endeavoring to console her, said to the Judge- “Stop the cause, sir, it wrong for me to molest this poor girl for a good action let us say no more about it, it is a misfortune that cannot be helped – All that I wish for compensation, is to have a daughter like Miss Flora.
The Justice of the Peace, much affected, sent away the parties without further trial. “
A relative / friend sent this to me, and I am publishing it along with beautiful white roses. Just a nice moment from 1841. Enjoy.
I have a lot of things on my mind. I have been trying to decide what topic I want to “brainstorm” with you today. These are several that I have on my mind. 1) Inside the Bubble, looking out”; 2) WOW, Dorothy, we are not in Kansas anymore.”; 3) The Buck Stops Here; 4) Bad Cops are bad cops all over the world. – Bullies in the making; for starters. What strikes my fancy?
I was planning to write about the Bubble, but I think I feel more compelled to write about bully-wannabe’s. Maybe I will include a tad of all of them. But, first, some foundation. I have hated bullies all my life. In my small Southern town, there were bullies everywhere. And throughout my life. I was bullied by men, boys, older women, teachers, school principals, girlfriends, older girls, camp counselors, strangers, husbands, mother-in-laws — a lot of people. The opposite of “bullied” was “nice”. He was nice. She was nice. They were nice.
Growing up in Gainesville, the cops were always nice. Redneck guys were bullies, usually. (They were called “rednecks” because they always seem to have red necks.) They bullied each other and others. “Tough guys.” I hated them. Spouting a bunch of generalizations to show how tough they were. These guys were always white. The black guys were always nice, even though everything was segregated in those days in my hometown. Heaven knows what was happening to them. I did not know. I saw how mother treated them. I saw how other whites treated them. It wasn’t “nice”.
So when I became a college professor and Chairman of the Division of Humanities, I took charge. I don’t think you would call me a bully. But I took charge. So, sorta into my power over students and other teachers. Especially since I was a woman in a man’s position. I did not take any nonsense.
Then, when I became an actress, I was bullied BY EVERYONE. By the A.D. (Assistant Director), on down the line. The casting director was the worst. Well, casting has little to no power, so as low man on the totem pole, casting took it out on actors – unless the actor was a star or a big deal of some sort. But actors take it because actors want to work. The bullying was rampart. Me, too; me, too; me, too!!! Bullying is always passed down the line. Now, the worst of the worst, was to be found in corporations – from the executives to the supervisors to the employees to the women( from the men) to kicking the dogs or punishing the cat to shooting the baby elephant ON DOWN THE LINE. UGH! I hate/hated it.
So, yesterday, in Paris, I went to the Prefecture to see if I could find a “nice” person who would help me. NOOOOO. I found a lot of bullies. The waiter in the café next door was nice. The maître D helped me get a taxi home. They were nice. But I soon realized (once again) that the buck stops here. My world can fall apart, but I must help myself – inside my bubble. And, as my son said to me, “Our summer was good. Just watching the world fall apart from the comfort of our bubble.” But, HEY, Dorothy, we are not in Kansas anymore. This is Paris! Get over it! “Losers” and “sucker’s that we all are. And, You can’t go home again. There is no “home”. And, if you think there is, you just don’t realize that you are existing inside a bubble, looking out. And, to those of you who think Trump is going to “fix” anything, you are losers and suckers INSIDE OF A Huge Bubble. You don’t have to join the military to prove it.
OK, enough. This has been a rough week. So, what to do? I look for roses. Hey, it is what I do. I look for interesting skies. I look for a star, or a moon, or an interesting restaurant.
Yes, I will admit it. I am a sucker for pretty things. I am a sucker for flowers.
I invite the unknown and then am bewildered when people are not “nice”, and they are often not. DUH! So, what do we do with all this inside information? Nothing. Look for the silver linings. See blue birds over the white cliffs of Dover, tomorrow, just you wait and see. Create a happy bubble. You can create any kind of bubble you want to. Believe what you want. It is your universe to create. Note to Self: Don’t forget this is a creative bubble. It can burst when pricked.
Sorry. It has been a rough week. So, a few pretty photos and a couple of memes. And, I make no apologies for any of this. Hey! It is my blog. Nobody said it would be easy. AND, rough seas make good sailors. (Those were for my kids and grandkids.)
ON MY MIND, I have now been in my new home for 10 days. So, this morning, I went out for groceries, vowing to get in some exercise. I tried some new streets and began to feel better. The air is cool and “brisk”, and fall is in the air. I am glad that the move is behind me. I walked 1.3 miles – not a lot but a start. I did not do much of anything during the move, and I have not felt good. But I must help myself help myself. I got Wi-Fi and began watching some of the depressing news. Again. Ugh. And, then I had a reality check. Again.
What have I done for 10 days? What reality check?
I have been very busy. Doing what??? I have been figuring things out, getting WiFi, figuring out machines, getting groceries. Dumping garbage. I went to the…
ON MY MIND, I have now been in my new home for 10 days. So, this morning, I went out for groceries, vowing to get in some exercise. I tried some new streets and began to feel better. The air is cool and “brisk”, and fall is in the air. I am glad that the move is behind me. I walked 1.3 miles – not a lot but a start. I did not do much of anything during the move, and I have not felt good. But I must help myself help myself. I got Wi-Fi and began watching some of the depressing news. Again. Ugh. And, then I had a reality check. Again.
What have I done for 10 days? What reality check?
I have been very busy. Doing what??? I have been figuring things out, getting WiFi, figuring out machines, getting groceries. Dumping garbage. I went to the street market. I got a pedicure. I said goodbye to Rue Racine and the 6e. I ended services at the old place. I started services in the new place. I took lots of naps, feeling exhausted a lot. (I cannot use the balcony because of the cat. I cannot hang the art because the man to hang art is on vacation. The man to cat proof balcony is on vacation.) Most things are on hold until September, October. I am not into trying restaurants yet. I am seeing a new doctor this week. Missy is better but not good. She needs a vet. I have lots of invitations but little energy. So I am keeping it simple.
Reality Check? I need to enjoy the process NOW. You see, I have usually thought that “as soon as I get everything fixed, I would enjoy myself.” No. I cannot wait. I must enjoy the search. In other words, I need to help myself get everything fixed, enjoy the “fixing”, myself included. How? Walk a little every day. Breathe. Walk. Drink water. Enjoy all of it. Don’t wait. Enjoy it now. Last night, I saw the moon and some stars. I look at the sky a lot. People here are amazed that I moved away from the 6e. I like nature. Less buildings and more air. Well, I cannot explain it. It is a feeling. Inside. My reality check is that I cannot wait to enjoy all of it AFTER it is fixed. I cannot wait.
People have been wonderful. Very helpful. I am seeing my pretty things anew. I see things differently. Everything feels new. The fall feels new. Here are some photographs I wanted to take. No good reason.
From Uber taking me from the new to close out the old.
Reflections and the Sky
Just a pretty buildng.
Found some roses.
MIssy is great company but lots of problems.
Reality Check! Enjoy it now. Most of you know how I feel about the USA right now. I don’t need agreement from any of you. But, even if Trump wins in 2020, he cannot stop the future from coming. AND, it will be a world we will not be able to control. AND, if history is any guide, when that happens, hopefully, Americans will rally and the USA will restore the principle of equality before the law, and push America into the future.
JAYSPEAK 