By Tom Quiner
It was cold and wet outside.
I was excited about the imminent Thanksgiving holiday. But first, one more day of school.
I was in fifth grade at Perkins Elementary School in an era when kids still went home for lunch.
I raced home with my younger sister for my usual peanut butter and jelly sandwich and Campbell’s tomato soup. I lived a half a block from school. In Spring, I could get back in time to play a little baseball after lunch before the bell rang.
But on this chilly, drizzly November day 54 years ago today, there no was no baseball in the offing, only a half more day of school before a delightful 4 day Thanksgiving weekend.
The kids gathered in the auditorium after lunch as usual. Frankly, I can’t remember why. And then the room was quickly hushed. We heard the principal, Mr. Pace, over the intercom. He said he had just heard news that President Kennedy had been shot, and that he would keep us posted.
At the next bell, we went to our next class. For me, it was Mr. Coon’s science class. It might have been social studies. Again, details grow fuzzy, except for what happened next.
It was Mr. Pace again on the intercom. The class froze. Mr. Pace told us in somber voice that the President of the United States had been shot and killed. Even more, schools were sending kids home immediately.
This was an era when most of us kids had a mom and a dad, and the mom didn’t work outside of the home. So it wasn’t as difficult to send kids home early as it would be today.
I remember the mixed feelings I had. What kid didn’t like to get out of school early? But our president had been violently murdered, and we didn’t know any of the details. It was pretty darn jarring to this 11 year old.
What happened next in the Quiner household was pretty much what happened in every household. Everyone went home and turned on their television. There were only the three networks in those days.
When dad got home, we got in the car and drove to grandma and grandpa’s house. Our aunt, uncle, and cousins met us there. And for four days, we watched the live events of the aftermath non-stop, oh, except for an hour set aside for the Thanksgiving dinner.
We were all glued to the set when Lee Harvey Oswald was gunned down on live television as the entire nation watched.
Where were you when Kennedy was shot? No Baby Boomer can ever forget.
By Tom Quiner
That’s what is so profoundly disturbing, hypocritical, and tawdry about the sexual harassment tsunami washing over America. Preening liberals knew that their liberal buddies like Bill Clinton, Harvey Weinstein, Kevin Spacey, Charlie Rose, Al Franken, and John Conyers were very bad people.
They looked the other way for years, even decades, at the same time they were quick to pounce on the slightest peccadillo of anyone the least bit conservative. (For the record, conservatism has its fair share of rogues.)
But it didn’t matter to progressives if their buddies were actively waging a war on women (or adolescent boys) as long as they embraced the official religion of the Left, Neo Paganism, and its three sacraments of child sacrifice (human abortion); sexual hedonism; and nature worship (climate change).
Let us pray these revelations slow the moral decline of our country, and perhaps even help reverse it.
By Tom Quiner
As family comes into town for the Thanksgiving holiday, politics inevitably comes up.
Most of my family at this year’s celebration leans right, but almost all of them despise the current occupant of the White House.
When I’m asked what I think about the Trump presidency, I respond that I like the good parts and don’t like the bad parts.
Laura Ingraham presents the good parts in the video above. The Trump economy is soaring. Liberal readers of this blog intoned during the Obama years that 2% GDP growth was “the new normal.” Trump is dispelling that notion with his reduction in the regulatory state that is shackling business.
If Republicans pass tax relief, Mr. Trump will sign it which, according to Goldman Sachs, will propel the economy into Reaganesque growth.
I tell my family that overall, I like the people Mr. Trump has appointed to his government very much. I put it this way: Trump’s people look at American business women and men as good guys; the Obama team looked at us as bad guys.
The Trump team looks at business growth as something to be celebrated; the Obama team looked at it as something to be punished with higher taxes.
The Trump team looks at the American economy as an expanding pie, with a rising tide raising all ships, as JFK himself said; the Obama team looked at our free enterprise system as a zero-sum game.
The Trump team believes in the private economy; the Obama team believed in the public economy.
What a difference. In just one year of the Trump presidency, America is back.
That’s the part of the Trump presidency I like.