In the archives of the oral history of World War II, there is a very seminal interview   pertinent to the current 2018 border conditions. In the interview, an aging G.I. not a RAMBO nor an Audie Murphy, just a grunt, pulled from his factory job, his bowling league, his softball team to go fight the Germans, tells this story.  He is on guard duty, at a river crossing. He is a private, a combat soldier. His Captain tells him not to allow any German,soldier or civilian to cross the river. All is quiet, then a group of German refugees appear, civilians , men, women and children, young and old appear and start swimming across the river. He fires into the air, half of the refugees turn back. The others keep coming; he puts a round in the water ahead of them. All turn back, save an audacious woman. She swims on. He fires again into the air; she still swims on.   The other refugees are on the opposite riverbank watching. He fires a round into the water right in

Attorney General Jeff Sessions has instituted a zero tolerance policy; all illegal aliens crossing the border, outside of designated ports of entry, are deemed lawbreakers, subject to criminal prosecution. As lawbreakers, the government has a justification to remove their children from their care until the cases are adjudicated, at which time the family will be reunited  and in most cases deported as a family unit. Liberals, Globalists and Open Border advocates went into an apoplexy of righteous fury….think of the children, think of the children. It is obvious that President Trump and AG Sessions are thinking of American water, the disappearing American water. After Sessions acknowledged that this cruel policy was an attempted deterrent to mass migration, Nicholas Kristof, a child of refugees himself wrote the following in THE NEW YORK TIMES. “…. one new policy of President Trump’s particularly haunts me. I’m speaking of the administration’s tactic of seizing children fro

Anthony Bourdain, one of the finest minds of his generation killed himself in a Paris room, at the age of 61. “Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich — yes, richer than a king — And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head….Edwin Arlington Robinson.” The news was presented to this Blogger by an old friend, Meg; she had known this Blogger since his days at San Francisco State getting his