Ten Powerful Words – Dan Rather

“You have done enough.

Have you no sense of decency?”


Dan Rather writes:

“These are the immortal words of army lawyer Joseph Welch in response to Senator Joseph McCarthy during the communist witch hunts of the 1950s. They are sadly just as apt today.

I do not like rising to the bait of the tweets of President Trump. But this morning’s demeaning, sexist, and scurrilous attack on Mika Brzezinski cannot go unmentioned. I have known Mika for many years. We were colleagues at CBS News and she is a fearless and fair journalist. I also knew her late father, Zbigniew, who was President Carter’s national security advisor. The fact that this attack comes while Mika is still mourning his death only adds to the outrages and disgust.”


He had me on “hello, darling”

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I love a man in a skirt.

A kilt, really. Women around the world have a fascination with a man bold enough to don a kilt.

San Franciso is famous for many things, and Wm Glen and Sons – the Kilt Capital of the Free World/West Coast branch is Mecca for men seeking the perfect Kilt ensemble.

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Ask any woman the first time she met a man in a kilt and she will quote – chapter and verse- the when and the where.

Brenan Burke, bachelor and bon vivant, wears a kilt to every wedding he attends. He never leaves alone.

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract.

Jessamyn West




To Err is Human – to lie is bad…really bad

The King was in the Counting House counting all the Rubles..


Sing a song of six guys

A pocket full of wry…

Four and twenty senators
Involved in a scheme.

When the scheme was opened
The News Anchors  began to sing;
Wasn’t that a Gotcha dish,
To set before the king!

The king was at the Golf Course
Counting all his Rubles
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating Blini, Pelmeni and Knish

The aid was in the garden,
Whiting out and deleting  files, documents, secret papers

When down came an FBI undercover whirlly bird
And pecked off the news!


Real News, Actual Factual, Authenticated, UnBiased, Professional News



No one told them about high tide

Every five years, a tsunami hits.

Rober and Laura were tired of City living and were at the point, they would do anything to get away from the noise, pollution, the density and the filth.

They attended a wedding on the island and fell in love with the sky, the water and the solitude. Their real estate agent swiflty found a newly built home, put the sales package together and was off on a trek to Himalayas. 

Laura could not have been happier. She carefully unpackced their belongings before they had to travel to Egypt for a month-long meeting about Climate and Change.


The night they returned to their beautiful new home –  there were strong winds, then rain.

Rober said he had never heard a noise like the one that rumbled outside their home that night. It sounded like a train – a massive train – traveling at high speed. WIthin a minute they heard the ocean barrelling towards their home.






Revenge is his middle name

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The Alabama boy

In grammar school, he was not athletic and played a little kickball- not that well. He was a “square” and a nerd before his time

In high school, he had three friends whom he had lunch with with every day and they talked about science and radio shows.

His cousins from Kentucky called him “Alabama-mama’s boy” which he hated and plotted revenge.

His parents couldn’t afford college, so he earned three scholarships and worked on campus to earn his keep.

He noticed no one ran for student government, so he ran for Vice President of Student Body and won by a landslide. He spent the summer reading Robert’s Rules of Order and turned into a bossy-know-it-all and an outspoken rule keeper. Generally, he was relatively invisible by the entire student body.

Senior year, he Met Cheryl, a plump, Home Ec major – in college to earn her M.R.S. She liked him. They were married the following year.


He heard a lot of guys were going to law school – so he followed suit. While certainly was not popular by any stretch- he became very good at finding positions at that nobody else wanted and signed up. Slowly, he rose through the ranks. Many remarked he was a pain in the neck or like a burr under your saddle,’ just plain disagreeable

Movin’ On Up Eventually, the couple moved to our nation’s capital where he landed various positions in government.


Flash Forward: Cheryl burned her apron,  got a perm, joined Weight Watchers and was the poster girl for WW success. She dabbled in Bridge, abstract art and pottery.  She was noticed and invited to  a play tennis with the other wives.  It turned out she was tennis natural and began to flourish. Both on and off the tennis court.

And then it was: The Affair.

Anybody will tell you that Washington DC is a very small town. And people are wont to gossip… and gossip flourishes.

In 1986, Cheryl met very handsome politician, her husband’s nemesis,  who pursued her.  They met at the famous Watergate Hotel for several “afternoon indiscretions.”

Hitting the fan

When he found out about his wife, he was incensed – the only that she cheated on him but that it was with a man he loathed and detested. The word spread  like wild fire. She divorced him. He called her ‘damaged goods.’ No one would ever call him a gentleman.

 An all out war commenced as he  vowed to wreak havoc upon his opponent.

The two were mighty opponents always arguing over bills – for decades they fought. When said Cassanova hit on Alabama’s second wife – apoplectic only begins to describe the rage and indignation and desire to decimate “HR.”

His best friend was Young Boozer. Boozer’s father was no help.

Slowly, methodically, he soldiers on.