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political news

Donning the brass knucks … again

Maybe you have noticed that High Plains Blogger went a little soft on Donald Trump and his gang over the past couple of days.

I did so to honor the birth of Jesus Christ and to enjoy the holiday we commemorate in his honor.

The holiday is passed. I am back to my normal fare that some might refer to as a revival of Trump Derangement Syndrome. It’s a crock of dookie!

I merely am calling attention to the existential threat Trump poses to the existence of our democratic republic. I figure if I stir up enough concern, there might be a few thousand voices willing to join in the chorus to get this pretender/charlatan/fraud to cease his assault on the rule of law.

I expect to get some blowback from a handful of critics of this blog. They are dyed-in-wool MAGA cultists, although one fellow insists he dislikes the way Trump conducts himself but stands by the message he delivers. Whatever …

We’re about to complete the first year of Trump’s second term in office. Only three more years to go before we show him out of the White House … for keeps!

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Following custom this holiday season

Custom reigns supreme in my humble North Texas home, which really doesn’t amount to much, except that it means something to little ol’ me.

It is custom in my home that I stay put the day after Christmas, just as I do the day after Thanksgiving. Black Friday is a non-starter in my home. I leave that madness to others to pursue to varying degrees of success.

Same is true for Christmas. The Eve night will be quiet. I might go to to church around midnight. I will make that call later. I will spend the holiday with my sons, daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

I made a pact long ago to not let Christmas stress me out. I was faithful to that pact once again this year. I finished my shopping five whole days early, which is pretty good for me. I have been seen frequenting stores on Christmas Eve looking for that “perfect gift” for my special loved one. I got it done early this year.

The new year awaits. 2026 looks like it’s going to be a good one for me and for those close to me. I’ll just gear up for the festivities.

I’ll follow the customary path into the coming year.

With that … Merry Christmas and let’s prepare for a year full of surprises and dreams come true.

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Reflecting on future Christmases

I know what you’re thinking, that we cannot “reflect” on events that haven’t yet occurred, as the term applies to the past.

I’ll make a stab at dispelling that notion.

Soon it will be three years since I experienced the worst day of my life with the passing of my bride after a savage bout with glioblastoma, aka cancer of the brain. I miss Kathy Anne every day. We were married for 51 years and one doesn’t lose a life partner without considerable pain.

Christmas was her favorite holiday. My wife would tear through the house like the proverbial Tasmanian Devil. She would deck the digs with boughs of holly, depictions of Santa and Rudy the Reindeer … along with Nativity Scenes depicting the birth of Jesus Christ, which is the real reason Christians celebrate the holiday. And every year she would tell me, “I am not very good at decorating,” which of course demonstrated a degree of false modesty.

I’ve been looking forward to this holiday. I am not the decorator that my bride was, but my modest North Texas home is full of love not just for the memories we shared, but for the family I will see very soon on Christmas.

We will laugh and carry on. We’ll enjoy the holiday fully. It’s all part of the journey I have undertaken since losing my bride.

I am declaring that my journey is complete. I cannot guarantee that I’ll never shed a tear. Indeed, I tell fellow widowers that they, too, likely will feel a sadness that will sneak up on them. Don’t fight it, I tell them.

I’m done fighting my own feelings. I intend to enjoy this season from this one forward.

Merry Christmas!

media news

War on Christmas is over!

You remember Bill O’Reilly, the Fox Propaganda Channel blowhard who every year about this time would commence his seasonal diatribe about how “liberal mainstream media” had declared war on Christmas.

I’ll tell you what. O’Reilly is still gone from the mainstream cable TV airwaves after having been booted off the air by Fox over allegations of sexual harassment. He’s still out there, I’m sure, fomenting the fantasy of a war on Christmas.

Allow me to declare that the war on Christmas is over. Done with. Finished. In reality, it never really existed as O’Reilly said it did. If there was any war on this holy and festive holiday, it was conducted by Madison Avenue and its intense commercialization of the holiday that commemorates Jesus’s birth while at the same time tracking Santa Claus’s circumnavigation of the planet to deliver gifts to those of us who have been nice … and not naughty.

Those who take aim at the media criticize them for suggesting it’s somehow sacreligious to say “happy holidays” during this time, not understanding that most of the world’s 8 billion inhabitants don’t celebrate Christmas the way we Christians do. I don’t hold it against them. I guess some of us believe everyone should celebrate the birth of a baby who we believe is the son of God.

So, when merchandisers wish us “happy holiday,” they do so out of respect for everyone they serve. It ain’t a declaration of war!

Bill O’Reilly got a good bit of mileage out of his war on Christmas demagoguery. He’s still out there somewhere spreading the lie. The reality, though, tells me something different. There is no war on Christmas! It never really existed!

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Trump shows true self

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When word came out that Donald Trump had issued a “holiday greeting message” to the world, I immediately became reluctant to read it, as I thought I knew what the next POTUS would say.

I read it anyway and, sure enough, my instinct was correct.

This individual is utterly and totally incapable of demonstrating an ounce of grace during this holy season. His message contained epithets toward his predecessor in the White House, toward the three men who weren’t pardoned from execution by the president and for all the critics who continue to lament this dips***’s election this past Nov. 5.

He couldn’t simply say “Merry Christmas” and call it good. No mention of Jesus’s birth, no mention of the joy Christians feel toward that event.

I don’t why I bothered to read this message. It simply affirmed what I knew already … that this clown cannot perform the simplest tasks we seek from the leader of our great nation.

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Christmas diverts my attention

One of the many joys of the Christmas season is the way this time of year diverts my attention away from mere politics, public policy and the lunacy attached to all of it in these wacky times.

I won’t mention any names in this blog post. You know about whom I refer. So, I’ll leave it at that.

Christmas gives me a chance to enjoy my family. They gathered with me today in my North Texas home for a little bit of Christmas Eve cheer. We didn’t utter a single sentence about politics.  I’ll see them again tomorrow morning, when we meet once again to open gifts, munch on some snacks, sip a little coffee and fruit punch. I might even indulge in a root beer float with my granddaughter.

We’re going to laugh like we’ve gone insane. We’ll watch my puppy, Sabol, traipse in and out of her doggy door. If it’s raining tomorrow, no worries there. Sabol loves rainfall and she’ll likely spend the bulk of her day outdoors.

But soon enough — too soon, to tell you the truth — Christmas will pass. My attention will direct itself to the news of the day. I will return to commenting on it, perhaps with a bit more venom than I normally would like.

Then again, that’s what I do. I also plan to finish my memoir by the end of the first quarter of 2025. You know about that, right? It’s something my bride talked me into writing for my sons and for my immediate family. It chronicles my nearly four decades as a print journalist and recounts the amazing people I was able to meet and the incredible things I was privileged to do during that span of time.

The end is far closer to me than the beginning. So that’s progress. I intend to send it off to a friend who has promised me to edit it at the “friends and family” rate.

That task awaits me in 2025. Meanwhile, y’all have a joyous Christmas. See you on the flip side.

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Christmas … time for joy and reflection

Kids, the day is almost here. Santa will take off soon from the Pole and head to every house on Earth with small children inside. Christians will attend Christmas Eve services sometime tonight and we’ll celebrate the birth of a child who we believe would later die to redeem us of our sins.

The hassles, such as they exist, are behind us. The gift-shopping, the crowds, the occasional short temper will give way to what we know will be a happy time.

Me? I long ago swore an oath to never let Christmas consume me. I don’t believe any holiday is worth the hassle of “getting ready” for it. So, I don’t. I haven’t let it bother me for some time.

I am going to sit back and enjoy my family, who I will see later today and again tomorrow. And, yes, we will reflect on the person whose absence still hurts. My bride has been gone for nearly two years. Kathy Anne loved this holiday season. She took great joy in decorating our home.

I will reflect, though, with joy in the 51 years we had as a couple and will take huge pride in the family we produced.

Yes, her absence will hurt. I also refuse to be saddened by it.

This is a time to be happy. I will be among those who will enjoy it.

Merry Christmas.

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Blog takes brief turn

This blog took form as a political venue for me to vent and for others to respond to my spewage. I haven’t let up much over the many years I’ve been writing it.

For the next few days, during the holiday season, I am going to dial back by venom on High Plains Blogger just a tad in honor of Christmas, Hannukah and whatever else we want to celebrate.

You know my feelings already about the just-concluded election. It didn’t turn out the way I had hoped. I am going to spare you the intense reaction I am feeling in my gut about the decisions the POTUS-elect is making. I will seek to be civil for the time being.

I also will concentrate more on other subjects of interest during this time of year. We had a municipal election in Princeton this past week, with the mayor losing in a runoff against a challenger. I’ll have some things to say about that.

Other stuff crops up, too.

So, with that I’ll let y’all enjoy your day. I will enjoy mine.

If I were doing any better right now … I’d be twins.

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Keeping faith with pledge

A pledge I made some years ago is holding up nicely during this holiday season.

My pledge to the world — and to myself, mostly — was to avoid stressing out during this time of the year. I am happy to report that the holiday season will come and go without adding a single stress wrinkle to my aging puss.

I used to complain about how the intense commercialism of Christmas was the true enemy of the holiday. It wasn’t the so-called “liberal media,” or those who seek to remove the religious symbolism of the holiday.

It’s Madison Avenue and those who seek to make a buck on people’s desire to find the perfect gift for a loved one, or those who have to prepare the perfect holiday meal to consume after tearing up the package containing the perfect gift.

My gift-giving is limited mainly to my granddaughter. She is 11. She has her favorite activities. She tells me what they are. I act accordingly. My adult children have what they need and so I limit gift-giving for them significantly. My house is decorated, although I admit to scaling that back, too, since my bride is no longer here to whirl through the place like the Tasmanian Devil ensuring every decoration is shown properly.

So … my guilt and stress-free Christmas pledge is intact.

Ho, ho, ho ….

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Merry Christmas … whoever you are

Occasionally, you meet someone on a very casual basis and you recall them, even if it isn’t necessarily with fondness.

So it was for me today as I ventured into our local Wal-Mart store in Princeton, Texas.

I burrowed through the crowd to pick up a couple of items I would need to take tomorrow morning to see my son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter. All the manned checkout stations had lengthy lines of customers; and all the stations had staffers working them.

So … I lined up at the end of the long line waiting to check my own groceries. I had only about four items. Hey, no sweat. The guy in front of me was bitching up a storm about the length of the line.

“It’s weird to take 15 minutes to find your stuff and then take two hours just to check out,” he grumbled. “I should have gone over to Farmersville, to Brookshire’s,” he said. I told him all the manned check-out stands here were up and running. He didn’t believe me. I also reminded him that Brookshire’s likely was a madhouse, too.

Good-humor guy that I am, I kept laughing, partly to keep my own frustrations subdued, but also at this dude’s constant carping. I tried to remind him that if he had done this shopping a day or two earlier he wouldn’t have faced this madness. He was too busy griping to hear what I said.

The lengthy line was moving rapidly toward the front. He yammered and blathered every step of the way.

Then … presto! Before he and I could catch our breath, he proceeded to an empty self check-out machine. Then he was gone.The time it took for him to leave the store from the time I sidled in behind him? Oh … maybe 10 minutes.

The time in line flew by mainly because I was so enthralled by this guy’s frustration, I paid no attention to the massive crowd inside the store.

Then I was gone, heading for my house around the corner and down the street.

So, to this Grinchy-like dude, I want to offer him — wherever he is — a Merry Christmas.

And to you as well.