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I watched the Inaugural Address of our newly-minted President on the evening of January 20, after taking care of all my more necessary business of the day, and I was flabbergasted.
After a little political experiment I conducted downtown in my small city during the time President Donald J. Trump was being sworn in as President of the United States, I came home and watched the occasion.
Trump actually used a SIMILE. "Rusted-out factories scattered like tombstones," he said in the course of the address.
I wonder who advised him to use that? He is incapable of it himself, as a pathologically unreflective man with no cultural or historical education. He has specifically declared that he never reads books.
"We are looking only to the future," he said.
"A new vision-- America first! America first!" Oh, yeah, that's so new and great.
Vision? This is a man who lies about the heights of his buildings. As I shook my head at this speech, the following Shakespearean sonnet, which I wrote during the summer of last year's persidential campaign, came to mind:
He could not say, could not compose these words.
They would not sit beside each other so,
Like pickets in a fence, or like small birds
Upon a wire, in his small mind. Oh no,
No so conflicted and confused soul could,
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Not for a thousand billion dollars, write
The contradiction between his "I should,"
And his "I will." He'd never get it right.
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My name is William Perkins Homans the third, but probably more people know me as the bluesman (and artist) Watermelon Slim.
I've been in the fight against war, fascism, injustice and inhumanity for 40 years. I was at MayDay, and at the moratorium March the week before. I was one of the leaders of the Great New Jersey Turnpike Stall on my birthday, April 25, 1971.
I bear the scar on my left shin from a neoNazi jackboot, when I was one of the Vietnam Veterans Against the War who bounced the NSWPP from Flamingo Park at the Republican National Convention of 1972. My father fought the Nazis in the North Atlantic and Anzio, and I met their spawn in Miami.
My formal education has been first-rate. I wouldn't trade my degrees for Harvard ones. I was raised in the finest private Catholic and Episcopal high schools.
Elementary School: Gibbons Hall, Asheville, North Carolina
High Schools: Asheville School for Boys, Asheville Country Day, Lenox School for Boys. Graduated with honors 1968.
College: Middlebury College, 1968-DNG
1984-86: University of Oregon, B.A., Journalism and History, Departmental Honors in History, 1986.
I was also captain of the U of O bowling team, 1984-1986. High game 299.
1997-2000: Oklahoma State University. M.A., History, 2000, plus the school-teaching curriculum. Mentor: Dr. Ronald Petrin.
This was my second great self-reinvention attempt. In both, I got the degrees, but neither worked. After both, I went back to truckdriving and the blues. and now the latter makes my living. I just am not a button-down enough fellow ever to be a schoolteacher or general-purpose news reporter. But I think and analyze, and so I write...
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