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Author: Richard Kimball

IT WAS A BEAUTY

Mom, widowed and worried, couldn’t afford it, but there I stood in front of the greatest present I ever received or ever would receive.

A week earlier in a hardware store, while she was purchasing a screwdriver, I stood transfixed over the most beautiful sight a 13-year-old boy in 1962 could behold: A shiny red and white go-cart, sale price: $125.

Everything about it sparkled and said lightning fast, out of reach, and beyond hope.

But there it was on my 14th birthday. Not sure why Mom did it and in likely remorse, went through the rules: NEVER ON THE STREET, NEVER ALONE, NEVER ON THE STREET, NEVER AFTER DARK, NEVER ON THE STREET, DID YOU HEAR ME? “NEVER ON THE STREET!”

I was taking it for a spin around our circular driveway when my best friend, Stevie Bogard showed up asking if he could give it a go.  When he was done doing a couple of laps he got out and said we should have races.

“Huh?”

“My big brother just welded together pieces of a rusty bed frame with our old washing machine’s engine,” he told me.

Glancing down at my sleek beauty, I said, “Sure maybe I could tow you around.”

Ya! You guessed it, a day later, on the forbidden street we lined them up, my beauty against a nasty, rusty, pile of ear-splitting, homemade junk.

And just thus, life’s early lessons are learned.

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OH GOD!

This week, when asked if there were any limits on his global powers, Trump said, “Yeah, there is one thing. My own morality. My own mind. It’s the only thing that can stop me.”

To ensure he can do what he wants he just demanded a $1.5 trillion military budget, a 60% increase he will force you to pay for.

Make no mistake, an American that supports this, is no longer an American but an enemy of all that America has stood for.  Government OF the people, BY the people and FOR the people is seeing its end.

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THE IGNORANT DROP PBS

The Arkansas Educational Television Commission, has dumped PBS, saying thanks for sending us Sesame Street, Antiques Road Show, NewsHour, Nova, Downton Abbey, All Creatures Great and Small and Ken Burns, but Arkansans will waste no time watching them.

Public media, which MAGA says spreads views adverse to American cultural values draws first blood in a state U. S. News and World Report rates as 48th in educational achievement.

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MISSING POLITICAL CORRECTNESS!

Websters defines such correctness as “a belief that language and practices which could offend political sensibilities should be eliminated.”

The wave of injustice that washed so much slime over correctness you hear about it no more?  Being a kind, thoughtful, polite and considerate, a listener of anyone thinking, feeling or acting differently than you, correctness, may have its year in 2026.

AMERICA 2025

Abandoning allies – OK

Supporting dictators – OK

Separating parents from their children – OK

Global warming – A HOAX

Putting political opponents in prison – OK

Protecting pedophiles – OK

Overturning government – OK

Ending USAID and 400 thousand children  — OK

Sending citizens into gulags – OK

Ending the Department of Education — OK

Trashing schools, businesses and law firms not bending a knee – OK

Building monuments to yourself – OK

Ending Inspector General’s protections of you – OK

Vaccines that have saved over 150 million lives – A HOAX

Separation of powers – sleeping soundly

Yet at year’s end We The People are finally catching up. Election losses, court losses and Trump polls down by 17 points.

Happy New Year – Bring it on!

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YOU NEED TO PAY UP

Dimly understood tariffs are the way to go? Trade war Increases costs which increases prices and who cries uncle first, losses.

In a democracy one group or another will always cry first. After all, we are a democracy and even those who would be last in line for a handout, farmers, can cry.

So, Monday, those producers of soybeans, corn, cattle and the like will stand behind Trump for a handout.

Only Trump and his family who are making new millions in deals won’t pay the bill. Those paying the hire costs will be forced to belly up, and that would be you in the price of groceries and now those dollars you handed over in taxes last year to the farmers who never would have needed them.

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Thanksgiving:

As you pass, wish a good morning to a few people you don’t know.

Let that car cut in front of you with a smile and wave of your hand.

If she was kind, helpful and thoughtful with a smile on her face, give her a tip she won’t soon forget.

Pick up that bit of trash when you walk by it.

Don’t just pay for your burger. Pay for that one for the fellow in the car behind you.

Give that guy huddled in the cold, sitting on the curb in his filthy clothes a few bucks, maybe your coat or even a job.

Surprise someone you care for with a gift. Not on their birthday or holiday, just an ordinary day.

Give that bug caught in the pool, struggling for life, a lift out.

Embarrass the one you love by loudly proclaiming that love when you see her at the far end of a hall full of strangers.

I have done all these things, yet not one was an original idea.

It is the one contagion you can catch and pass on, that makes Thanksgiving what it should be: An everyday occurrence.

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Sex: What’s with white women?

A half-century passes, and 28 women have accused him of sexual assault.

He finds pleasure in “grabbing them by the p###y.”

He forced his fingers up her privates in a dressing room, and a jury of his peers forces him to pay $80 million.

His former wife and an Apprentice contestant file lawsuits over his sexual onslaughts.

He claims “he can get away with” intruding on a Miss Teen pageant’s dressing room to see contestants undressed, because he owns the pageant.

A flood of pictures appears with him and his friends Jeffery Epstein and his child solicitor, Ghislaine Maxwell.  He deep sixes the evidence on this high priestess of pedophilia and provides her with a cushy incarceration.

Yet most white women, 53% support him to be leader of the free world.

The victims – all white women?  I don’t get it!

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Don’t worry, be happy!

Even MAGA will pass.

Most that read my blog are politicos, or at least people flogging themselves with the political filth of our day.

Smart, experienced, and locked-in, they recognize what is trash long before it is bagged and taken to the dump.

Most citizens are not so focused, just concerned about their lives and those around them.

Thankfully they eventually catch up, as they did last Tuesday.

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Be Happy!

The happiest, most contented people I have ever known are those who focus on others. The ones that find pleasure in giving, encouraging, supporting others, even some who devote their lives struggling to do the right thing, make the world they found at birth, better by the time of their death.

You cannot have a positive life and a negative mind.

The negative always focuses on oneself, finds faults in others and rejects responsibility.

Both positive minds and negative ones are contagious, even taught, so choose positive, supportive and happy.  Positive minds produce positive lives, while negative ones produce negative ones.

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Burn Baby Burn

With all the life-molding first time experiences that would come that day for me and my best buddies, Stevie and Butchy, it wasn’t Mr. Franklin, our neighbor, first to see the smoke billowing over the neighborhood doing that spectacular rendition of Paul Revere. Nor was it the distant approaching sirens that converged on the scene, not even the odd smacking sound my mother’s lips made when she heard it was me, that sticks most clearly in my mind. It was the speed at which a Zippo lighter could turn solitude into Armageddon when it touches a few blades of dried grass in a breeze under a forest of parched desert trees.

I can’t remember what happened to Stevie that day, I wasn’t able to see him for a month, but I did hear from my brother about Butchy, who clearly had the best strategy; he ran into his house and immediately bolted himself in the bathroom. After considerable time, his parents finally managed to convince him that he would not be put to death, and he dared to unlock the door.

I, on the other hand, would be put to death immediately. My mother, having struggled with this odd, stupid, and now clearly dangerous child for some years, cracked. She took me back into what we called the maid’s room, although we had not had a live-in maid for years.

Forced to explain what we had done and how we had done it, she then told me to take off my belt.

(book excerpt)

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THE PANTIES REPORT

Raising your hand in class!  I had actually seen other people do this in my third-grade class. I could not understand what compelled them to jump off such a cliff, but they did. Some like Lacy Scanlon jumped all the time. Lacy, clearly more deserving of existence than any other child I knew, knew everything. All that she did was perfect. I became convinced of this one recess when Stevie Bogard, my neighbor, best friend, and classmate came up with an extraordinary idea.

Until Stevie’s brilliance burst forth, we had been resigned to recess games involving spitting, making fart sounds, or just about anything we could do in the dirt. His idea would require courage, athleticism, cunning and some exhilarating aspects of which we were not quite old enough to grasp but were very exciting nonetheless.

He called his game “The Panties Report.”

Understand that this was the 50s and schoolgirls still wore flouncy dresses. The basic idea was to chase each other around, one at a time and at the key moment push or trip whoever’s turn it was and have them roll under some unsuspecting girl. With that you were able to return to the group with the “Panties Report.” The reports were almost always of white panties, color was a rarity, but on one fabulously triumphant occasion I excitedly reported back, “purple polka dots!!” It was so rare as to be unbelieved by my classmates. I was immediately tackled and piled on by every giggling boy in the group. In the dirt and spitting out dust I looked out from under the pile of classmates and across the field, there was Lacy. She was standing with her friends in a crisp clean yellow dress with a satin bow around the waist. All of them were quietly ignoring us and playing a game of hopscotch. As I looked at her from the grit and grime, I knew, as I have known ever since, that Lacy Scanlon and all her kind were of a different, more advanced sort.

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When old, it is key to remember that you will not remember.

So, use tricks!

Generally, my most successful tricks preparing for a new day include standing my toothbrush in my prescription bottle, placing my appointments Post-it on my wallet and my car keys in my coffee cup.

If I am seriously worried about an important event, I will put a book, glass or maybe my shoes where they shouldn’t be as a morning get up reminder.

Warning: that last one can have unintended consequences for those of us that multi-pee each night, the tripping time might not be just right.

Instead, you might try placing some large object that can’t be missed clearly out of place elsewhere and hope a significant other doesn’t correct your “stupidity” before you get a chance to stumble upon it.

Oh Ya! And when it comes to turning on the stove or hose, get serious. Use your phone alarm less charcoal or that cruise turned into a water bill is to your liking.

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Perfect Pitch

The Ryder Cup, golf’s most prestigious team competition, where the best in golf from Europe, compete against the best America has to offer.

A difficult sport that tests patience, control and the mind, rather than brute force athleticism.

Even our President and golf aficionado, appeared to the thunderous accolades of a supportive American crowd.

A crowd that then followed his “America First” agenda, chanting “f%@k you” at the opposition. Screaming as the Europeans tried to take a shot. Even hitting their star’s wife with a perfectly pitched container of beer when she appeared to try and support her husband.

Tom Watson, one of America’s golf greats and our former Ryder Cup captain: “I am ashamed.”

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Education Long term vs. Money Short term

I was 6, maybe 7 when I learned what a great university was, and its name was Stanford.

Sitting in our game room playing Fish with my best friend, I heard that name. “We can become another Stanford of the west,” my father said, not to me, but to a best friend sitting at the bar.

His friend happened to be the President of the University of Arizona (U of A). He and my dad, once their lawyer, was now Majority Leader of the State Senate and filling the idea with the needed funds.

30 years later, as a State Senator myself, I looked back on their time.

The U of A went from 5,700 students to 26,500.

Growing from 1,100 faculty to 7,500, continually increasing faculty time per student (Stanford).

In their time, ballooning resource and facilities the U of A became a nationally recognized institution and were well on their way.

That was just over 50 years ago.

Last week, the U of A was passed by another 18 universities, dropping to 127th in national rankings.  

Stanford’s ranking? #4.

Tis no matter, a $285,000 BONUS was awarded the U of A president for his efforts or his attendance.  Not sure which.

Follow the money at your school!

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ALL HAVE STORIES TO TELL

My wife once led an effort to do oral histories of old timers, the movers and shakers of yesteryear.

I decided to help out, but not with aging movers and shakers of times gone by. 

I started with my barber Johnny Gibson. Johnny had learned his trade as a member of the 101st Airborne during World War II chopping the locks of those he served with, including the buddy he got shot down with behind enemy lines.

They squirreled together in the rubbled remains of a house for days. Without food they finally made a break for it, back through German lines.

Somehow, they both survived, and Johnny would keep cutting locks at his local shop, becoming the most popular barber in town.

Many years later Johnny had enough money to take a trip back east, see some of the sights he’d missed on his way to war.

In New York, he dropped in to say hello to his old friend from the rubble but was sternly stopped by a matron insisting that he was far to busy to receive any unscheduled guests.

“Well,” Johnny said, “Please, just let him know that Johnny Gibson stopped by to say hello,” and then walked out the door and on down 5th Avenue.

Two blocks down the road, he could hear his name being screamed as his old buddy came blasting out his store door.

“JOHNNY, JOHNNY WHERE ARE YOU!”

Johnny turned around to see who it was.

Charles Louise Tiffany and he spent the next two days touring New York City.

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BIG KILLINGS MAKE BIG BUCKS

Overheard two old white men talking about Charlie Kirk’s murder this morning. The conversation went pretty much like this:

“Killings are just everywhere, every day.”

“Cities are becoming death zones.”

“Our country is just going to Hell!”

People think that way because bad news sells. If you watched any media this past week it is just filled with the Kirk assassination, just as it once was for Minnesota legislator deaths or attempts on Pelosi, Giffords, school shootings or even Trump.

Suggesting that things are bad, very bad and that your listeners, viewers or readers are in danger, sells audience and audience means money.

Not much money in covering, recovering and recovering good news like: The FBI reports that murders are down over 30% these past four years and down over 60% since the 70s, 80s and 90s highs.

Be scared and buy, buy, buy.

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The Caucus Bus

Fifty years ago, I had a boss, a congressman, that liked to say the difference between a cactus and a caucus, is that on a cactus all the pricks are on the outside.

I was 28 when I attended my first party caucus as an elected official.

At first, I was thankful that the others were all older and seemed to know how to organize things and what to do.

I was young and naïve, but not entirely witless. By meetings end I got it, sharing information about legislation sat in the back of the bus.  You were in that bus to discuss ways of driving it over the opposition.

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