Even though I consider myself bias and this situation, I do not want to see Mr. DJT put behind the golden bars he so deserves. Instead, if I was the judge, I would place him on the house arrest for a minimum period of five years along with having him sentenced to community duty for that same time consisting of all seven days in each week. The only people I would really feel sorry for in this situation. Are the Secret Service people that he will still enjoy during this period of time. His community service will include cleaning the toilets of the subway bathrooms in New York sweeping the streets of debris in New York and caring for those that need the help in New York especially in the Harlem area. If he is unable to complete any of these chores, the judge should have the power to find him $10,000 per day.
THINGS TO PONDER
Given the age bracket Im presently living in, I find that I now have the time to look back and ponder questions that are still unanswered. Some years ago it became difficult to bend over to cut my own toe nails. It was at this time that I decided to do the unmanly thing and get a pedicure. Much to my surprise, when I arrivered, I found other men enjoying the experience. Margot and I sat next to each other in very comfortable smooth vibrating chairs and was offerered a cold juice drink. As the ladies filled the tub area with water, I found myself wondering what nationality this beautiful woman could be. We each had our own, so as they began the pedicure process , we decided that they were most likely Vietnamese. As they clipped, filed, oiled, scraped, rubbed and massaged the two of them spoke, giggled, laught. I could only imagine what they were saying and laughing about. Probably something like ” look at the claws on this gorilla, I think my clippers are broken, l need a chainsaw, and he’s tickelish so I will continue to scape the bottom of his feet ” ” His legs are so skinny, like massaging sticks ”. ” I will use extra oil on his feet so he will slip and slide in his sandels ” ”hahahahaha” ” these are the ugliest feet I have ever seen. If his toes were any longer they would be fingers ”
Simple truth is, I really don’t care what they say, I enjoy the experience and keep going back for More, but it will always be something to ponder.
DAYS GONE BY WILL ALWAYS BE
No one knows what the future will bring, but we will always know what the past has brought. Growing up my parents told me to always look forward never Look back, However there comes a time of your life when you should look back with the hope the future will be bright. For me, that time began when I was in my fifties. This was the time when I first started to write my blog. I wanted my grandkids to have an idea of just how their grandpa grew up, What I did during that time of my life how I did it during that time of my life and understanding that I did those things as being an only child, but not necessarily a spoiled child.
As a matter of fact, I remember quite clearly how my mother cured me of being a spoiled child, and it began at the age of perhaps five years old. My grandfather smoked a pipe and I wanted so much to be able to smoke a pipe. I remember going shopping with my mother one time and there were pipes that I spotted. I asked my mother if I could have that pipe and she of course said no Vito you’re much too small for a pipe so I figured the best way for me to be able to get that pipe was to simply lie down on the ground kick my legs bang my fist and start to cry and my mother, in order to keep me quiet would simply buy me the pipe. That wasn’t the way It worked. As the other adults in the area could very easily hear my tantrum and my screams my mother would gently pick me up off the floor, take me by the hand and squeeze the hell out of that hand, which made me cry even more. All of those onlooking adults simply felt sorry for my mother not for me. My mother would speak very tenderly to me and say no Vito you can’t have the pipe today, While , she’s so tenderly squeezed the hell out of that hand. Me, Being so intelligent, quickly learned that in order for me not to get my hands, squeezed that it was not a good idea to start crying, banging my fists while , making a complete fool of myself. Thanks, mom you certainly knew your stuff.
A hardy thank you goes out to all the people that reads this blog and I promise there would be more to come
Vito
