Our President lies.

Yesterday, I set forth Proverb 17:7 to show from a religious perspective it was wrong for a leader to lie. Today, reference is made to American history.

All of us learned about George Washington and cutting down the cherry tree. Children still learn from it.

It never happened. The story is a myth. However one that has taught most of us that people should speak the truth, not lie.

The verbiage has variations. “Father, I cannot tell a lie…..I cut down the cherry tree.” “Father, I cannot tell a lie…..I barked the cherry tree.” “Father, I cannot tell a lie…..I damaged the cherry tree.”

Mason Locke Weems was a writer. Not very successful. In 1800, he wrote a book which was followed by multiple editions. He made things up. To make his works interesting and sell.

The 1806 edition contained the cherry tree story. Weems had Washington 6 years old at the time.

Though Weems’ tale is a fabrication, it continues to teach that everyone should speak the truth. Even Trump.

Stephen Miller is an aide to Trump. His office near the President’s in the White House.

I have spoken poorly of Miller in the past. Deservedly so. He is a propagandist. I have likened him to Joseph Goebbels.

Miller took questions today at the White House before the press corps. He was pitching Trump’s new proposed immigration law. It would cut immigration in half from its present level. It would also require immigrants to speak English before they could be admitted.

CNN’s Jim Acosta asked several piercing questions about the English requirement. His father immigrated from Cuba in the 1960’s unable to speak English.Things got heated. At Miller’s end. He apparently did not like Acosta’s questions. Raised his voice. Implied Acosta was ignorant.

My grandfather came from Italy at the age of 12 in the very early 1900’s. He could not speak English. My grandmother came over later as a teenager. Sixteen. She did not speak English.

My grandparents had eight children. One died. They raised them to be good honest citizens. My grandfather worked his way up in a knitting mill to a supervisory position. His English in due course beautiful. Smooth. Articulate.

My grandmother never learned to speak English. She did not care. Her responsibility was to take care of her husband, children and home. Later, to help care for her grandchildren.

My grandmother raised me in my early years. I spoke Italian before English.

She was a loving woman. Exuded warmth. To be hugged by her was everything.

Lived every day the same way. Her husband, the young ones and her home.

She was up at 5 each morning. Made her husband’s breakfast and got him off to work. Still early. The kids not yet up.

She cleaned her whole house every morning. The kitchen always amused me. She would wrap a clothe around a broom and do the ceilings first. When she was done washing the floor and it had dried, she covered the floor with newspapers.

Neither of my grandparents would be allowed into the United States under the proposed law. I might have ended up a lawyer in Italy instead of here.

My point. They were good people, good citizens. Made their contribution. Their children and grandchildren, also.

I spent a quiet day reading. Waiting for my ankles to go down. Nothing yet.

I will be out of here early this morning. I have to take Terri to chemotherapy.

Enjoy your day!






Yesterday was another busy day. It seems like I am running all over in final preparation for my trip.

My day started with the dentist. Another mechanical failure. Another part. Being overnighted from California. I hope it gets here and in before I leave Saturday. And that everything works properly!

Worked hard with Jenna yesterday. With the new cell phone and tablet. This is not the time for me to be learning two new machines!

Sloan showed up for a brief time. She is working on the You Tube show. I had to do a quick video for her.

Jenna and I enjoyed a late dinner at La Trattoria. The new one on the ocean. In the former Martha’s Restaurant spot.

The menu and food exactly the same as the La Trattoria on Duval.

The atmosphere was terrific. Sits right on the Atlantic Ocean.

I liked it, but not as much as the one on Duval. I know everyone working the Duval location.  Knew none of the staff at the new place. I like the warm feeling of Duval. Inside, the new location is cold.

Remember Joran Van Der Slooth? He is that young Dutch man who it is alleged was involved with the disappearance some 5 years ago of the American Natalee Holloway. They were both in Aruba at the time. He was arrested several times, but never prosecuted. Insufficient evidence.

Justice has a way of triumphing. Recall O. J. Simpson.

Van Der Sloot recently was sentenced to a long term in jail in Peru. For strangling a 21 year old girl in a hotel room.


I published yesterday the story in its entirety in Key West Lou Law on Amazon Kindle.

Bocce tonight. I will not make it. Sloan and I will be working long and hard on You Tube.

Enjoy your day!