Trump has been elevated once again. By his own sheer power. If he believes something, it is.
He began as an ordinary person. Not really. The son of a millionaire. Got financed by his father to get started. He turned into a personality. Then President. Now a self-anointed king. Tomorrow, God.
He is lucky he made it to President. He has to be stopped before actually becoming King. His words yesterday were loud and clear: “Authority of the President is total.”
In his mind only. No way legally. Many of the governors will stand up to him. And win!
It amazes me. Trump kept throwing responsibility for the handling of the crisis to the States. Now that there is light at the end of the tunnel (from his perspective), he wants to move to the one thing important to him. The economy. Helping big business.
It is his road to winning the election.
I worry there may not be an election in November. Or, assuming Trump loses, he refuses to give up the Presidency on some sort of lame excuse like the election was rigged.
He will not go easy!
He wants to be Putin.
His present position re his power as President borders on madness. He is in the throes of usurping power. He is trying to take for his that which is not his.
Cuomo and the other governors mount your white chargers. Take him down!
Trump’s rush to federalism (as he sees it) is a charade. An absurd pretense.
Many years I have sat in the Chart Room. I write this blog which frequently mentions the Chart Room. Over the years, people started visiting the Chart Room looking to meet Key West Lou.
It has been 15 yeas that I have been a fixture at the Chart Room. The number of people I meet, say hello to, chat with, hug, etc., I cannot estimate. Which also means I cannot recall all of them. Impossible.
I’m only human.
My good friend Theos chastised me yesterday for mentioning I had never met Pasta Pantaleo from Islamorada. Pasta is Theos good friend also.
After hearing from Theos again, I recalled Pasta. He came in about a year ago. A stocky guy. Bright faced. Hair and beard white. I especially liked his beard.
He came in as I was leaving. We did not spend that much time together. Probably why I did not initially recall him. In any event, Theos I am sorry! And if Pasta is aware, I apologize to him too.
I can’t win!
Whatever, I still love you Theos!
Theos mentioned that Pasta refers to me as Mango Man. I could not figure it out at first. Got it now. All alone. Did not need Theos to explain.
Jimmy Buffett wrote Last Mango in Paris. The mango in the song was Captain Tony. Key West’s man of everything. Captain Tony did it all. All over the world.
Certain portions of Buffet’s great tune: “I went down to Captain Tony’s / To get out of the heat / I heard a voice call out to me / ‘Son come here have a seat’….. / But a legend never dies / He said I ate the last mango in Paris / I took the last plane out of Saigon / Took the first fast boat to China…..”
Anna has written several times since I blogged that I thought she might be dead. When the virus hit Italy, I became concerned for her. She is alive and well. E-mails me with some frequency now.
She wrote to me mentioning Easter Monday. Turns out some countries celebrate the day after Easter also as part of the Easter celebration. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know and could not figure out why.
The Italians eat a special food on Easter Monday. Sort of like the Easter Sunday ham in the U.S. It is a cake. The Pasqudalina cake. A combination of eggs, spinach, parmesan cheese, soft cheese, and any vegetables the cook wants to throw in. Baked in the oven. A “must” to eat Easter Monday in Italy.
Italy has another custom we do not celebrate in the U.S. Learned from Anna also.
The Feast of the Epiphany is January 6. Italian tradition says the folk lady Befana comes to visit the children the night before. She looks like a witch. Only has a few teeth. A good lady however.
Our Christmas mixes with the story of Bifana. She brings candy and cookies and puts them in children’s stockings the night before Epiphany. However, and this is a big however, if a child was bad the child received coal.
My parents put coal in my stocking one Christmas. I have been searching my mind as to what bad thing I did before Christmas to deserve coal. I think I smoked.
I had intended to write an anti-Trump blog this morning. I got side tracked somehow. I will stay with the “softer” topics.
Work on Cow Key Bridge begins this week. A great time to begin! Little traffic. Going to be a nightmare when we are all out of our homes and driving around.
Thus far Key West has experienced 28 confirmed coronavirus cases. All residents. No deaths yet. Hope it remains that way.
Key West father to many eccentric stories. The most way out one the eccentric romance of Count Carl von Cosel aka Carl Tangler.
The Count was in love with a much younger lady. She unfortunately died at 29 from tuberculosis. Her name Elena Hoyos Mesa. A beauty.
The Count obtained her family’s permission to have Elena placed to rest in a mausoleum in the Key West Cemetery. He payed to have it erected.
I saw a picture of the mausoleum this morning in KONK E-Blast. Huge! Magnificent!
Elena was left quiet in the mausoleum for 2 years. Then the Count stole her body. Took her to his home. Did a number of things to her body to maintain it and kept her for 7 years. He slept with her, danced with her, etc.
Elena’s family discovered what had occurred. The Count was arrested. Charges against him were ultimately dropped. All barred by the statute of limitations.
Elena was buried in a secret place so the Count would not try to do it again.
On this day in 1940, the Count left Key West for Zephyrhillis. A couple of hours after he left Key West, the mausoleum was destroyed by a “violent explosion.”
May Johnson has apparently recovered. On this day in 1896, she wrote she made some sandwiches and spent the day at La Brisas.
La Brisas had to be a big money maker. From pictures of the place and stories I have read, it seems like everyone went there to have fun. A huge open air pavilion on the ocean.
Today, a sad day in history for 2 reasons.
Abraham Lincoln was shot at the Ford Theater in Washington by John Wilkes Booth in 1865. The President died the next day.
On this day in 1912, the Titanic collided with an iceberg. The Titanic sunk in 2 hours 40 minutes later with 1,514 lives lost.
Tonight, Tuesday Talk with Key West Lou. Nine my time. Guaranteed a wild and informative half hour. Probably all Trump. Oh, the stories that will be told! Some you are aware of, others not. Join me. www.blogtalkradio.com/key-west-lou.
Enjoy your day!