A Cold Reaction to the SOTU

12-20-12_1It was cold this morning. Not as cold as it was on my way to California in December 2012, when a riding buddy took this photo of me layered up in everything I had just to keep from freezing to death at 75 mph.

It was 26°F when I got on the Goldwing this morning; still 26°F half an hour later when I dropped it off at the Honda shop across town. Now that I think about it, it probably wasn’t any colder when that photo was taken. The difference was we’d been riding for hours in freezing conditions and were chilled all the way down to our bones. A short ride across town? Piece of cake, although one has to be wary of ice on overpasses and bridges. In fact, it didn’t feel freezing, but the bike’s temp readout confirmed it was, that and the fact the switches on the handlebars (turn signals and the like) didn’t start working until I’d been riding for ten minutes, one of my Wing’s cold-weather quirks.

For years now (15 at least), my friend Ed and I have done all the maintenance on this motorcycle. Ed has his own motorcycle workship and garage, complete with a hydraulic table lift, tire mounting stands, and all the tools. Not to mention the expertise to perform just about any job. But Ed just opened a new restaurant and is working 24/7 to get it off the ground. I didn’t want to ask him to make time for me, knowing how busy he is these days. I was going to buy a motorcycle lift so I could change my own oil and do other basic maintenance, but the minimal one I want is around $700, and that’ll pay for a lot of oil changes at the Honda shop. For the first time in a long time I’m paying someone else to work on my ride.

While I was at the Honda shop, waiting for Donna to meet me and take me home, I sat down on one of the new Goldwings, a major redesign they came out with in 2018, and I have to say it’s growing on me. The new Wings are a little more compact than mine, but boy are they slick. And they come with automatic transmissions now. No more clutch lever or toe shift. It’s tempting.

We didn’t watch Trump’s state of the union speech last night and after hearing about it I’m glad we didn’t. Of course everyone’s talking about it on Facebook and Twitter, so it’s not like we missed much. I popped off on Facebook about Trump awarding Rush Limbaugh the Presidential Medal of Freedom, saying the medal can’t mean very much if a president can just give it to anyone.

I immediately felt bad about saying that, since the Presidential Medal of Freedom is in fact the highest honor the nation bestows on civilians. I looked up its history. Turns out previous presidents took it seriously, awarding the medal to individuals of the highest merit, people who made America proud, enriching lives at home and abroad. People like I.M. Pei, Andrew Wyeth, Jimmy Stewart, Toni Morrison, Duke Ellington, Juan Trippe, Grace Hopper, Ariel Durant, Thurgood Marshall, Walter Cronkite, Julia Child, Jonas Salk, Jimmy Doolittle, Bill and Melinda Gates, Rosa Parks, Rachel Carson, Sally Ride.

And now Rush Limbaugh. What I meant by my rude comment last night was that Trump has turned the nation’s highest civilian honor into a political spoil, a shiny bauble he can bestow on golfing buddies, prominent racists, and if he gets a second term probably pardoned war criminals too, mainly as a way to poke his perceived enemies in the eye.

I saw the clip of Trump turning his back to Nancy Pelosi’s outstretched hand as he took the podium last night, and of Nancy ripping the paper copy of Trump’s speech in half afterward. And I say Go Nancy!

I’ll just add that I was at my sister Sue’s bedside as she died of lung cancer in October 2017. She lived a little more than two weeks after being diagnosed with advanced lung cancer. I don’t expect Rush Limbaugh to linger long, although his riches may buy him a little more time. My point is that dying of lung cancer, struggling for breath at the end, is a grim way to go and that I had hoped Rush would experience a less squalid, more meaningful passing. One that involved an Ebenezer Scrooge-like epiphany where he would see the great harm he has done bringing racist hate out of the closet and back into the mainstream of American life and culture, feel overwhelming remorse, and spend whatever time he has left atoning for his sins.

Then be eaten alive by tarantulas.


7 thoughts on “A Cold Reaction to the SOTU

  • He brought his fate on himself by smoking cigars and saying there’s no health risk – oops!

  • Yes, go, Nancy! Third grade behavior always instills confidence in your party leadership. GOP resolution to condemn her SOTU finale is appropriate. Dem’s ability to garner 1 GOP vote out of 250 in the congress to convict Trump may lead to a flip in the House this November. Good work, Dems!

  • You wanna talk third grade behavior, I suggest you look at Lord Dampnut. As to your “argument,” you seem to be saying Democrats will keep the house, take the senate, and maybe even win the presidency if they roll over and say “may I have another?” Sure, that’s the ticket!

  • Not quite what my “argument” seems to be saying. Read again …”flip in the House this November.” Dem candidates are scrambling like rats after the Iowa fiasco. Even MSNBC and CNN have questioned the DNC’s handling of the “first in the nation” event.

  • Actually, I think dying of lung cancer is just about perfect for Rush. We nursed my beloved mother-in-law for three weeks after her diagnosis. The last ten hours were the worst in my life. So I happily wish that on Rush. He wasted his breath on hatred and violence — for money and adulation. He condemned anyone he thought his vicious base would enjoy hearing derided and reviled. He attacked innocent people who had had no contact with him or who had affected his life in any way. Possibly his lowest moment was attacking a woman simply for speaking in favor of government insurance funding of birth control. He called her a whore. If I believed in hell or eternal damnation, I’d say he should rot in hell. Given that I don’t, I’ll settle for lung cancer for this festering cancer on the American soul. Apart from that, to quote George C. Scott in “Hospital,” “I have nothing against [him]. I’m sure [he plays] a hell of a game of golf.”

  • I was being nice because I felt it was expected of me, Robin. I will not shed a tear over his passing, but I do hope karma spares me a similar death. I’m hoping for the one where you go in your sleep (and somehow manage not to shit the bed at the same time).

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