The 1970s were good years for Donald Trump. In many respects, the 1980s would be even better. In the early 1980s, Roy Cohn would continue to be one of the best assets that Donald could hope to have working on his behalf. Through Cohn, Donald would be introduced to all sorts of new friends.
One of those friends was Roger Stone.
In 1979, Roy Cohn and Roger Stone successfully conspired to help rig the upcoming Presidential election in favor of the candidate of their personal liking.
In 1980, the race was between President Jimmy Carter and Governor Ronald Reagan. Cohn…
On Wednesday, June 3rd; I checked the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel homepage for any details on the local George Floyd-BLM protests. I read that a group was meeting at Humboldt Park in Bay View, and that at 3:00pm they would begin marching. No destination or pathway was offered.
I had already readied a backpack for possible protest a few nights earlier. I packed a winter jacket, a sweatshirt, two bottles of water, Advil, two packages of cherry Pop Tarts, and an old skateboard helmet that I’ve never used. …
In the 1970s, Donald Trump was about to experience a meteoric rise to fame and fortune. Today, many of us unfamiliar with his background have accepted the fictional account of Donald’s path to power that he himself insists upon. But, factually speaking, how exactly did Donald Trump end up where he finds himself today? How exactly did he come about his vast wealth, influence, and media ubiquity?
Of course, some of Donald’s “success” can accurately be attributed to his own determination and skill. But the truth of Donald’s rise is far more complicated than that. It was never Donald alone…
In the early 1600s, small bands of French citizens began sailing across the Atlantic to begin new lives in what we now refer to as Canada. Many of them settled in Quebec, and would remain there for many generations.
In the 1850s, some of these French-Canadian families immigrated once again, this time to the brand-new American state of Wisconsin.
My Grandmother, Kay (Ruelle) Schmidt, was born from this line of immigrants in 1935.
From her hometown of Kenosha, Wisconsin; Kay would go on to have quite an odd experience on her 6th birthday. Kay was born on December 7th, and…
Donald Trump: The Origin Story of an American Actor, Part 2
Life on Earth is not easy, even for plants. Plants can’t grow just anywhere, of course. In order for a plant to successfully grow to its full potential, certain specific conditions must be in place. At the most basic level, plants need at least three crucial ingredients to live. First, plants need to be grounded in good quality soil. Good quality soil provides nascent plants with the necessary nutrients they will need to transform themselves from a seedling to a fully matured organism. Next, plants need sunlight. Plants don’t…
All four of my grandparents, born in the 1930s, grew up very different than I. In different parts of Wisconsin, all of them grew up materially poor. They were not the only American families struggling at this moment in our history. Their earliest childhood memories took place in the context of the Great Depression, and then World War II. The adults raising them didn’t laugh or smile much during these years. …
A close friend of mine is a public school teacher on the East coast. Recently, she told me about a speech-writing essay assignment she was planning with her 2nd Grade students. Being a former elementary school teacher myself, I decided to write a 2nd Grade essay of my own, to be read to her class while the project was being introduced. Although this piece was originally written for one specific classroom, it should hopefully remain useful to any and all elementary school-aged children in America.
Original essay title: The Simple Secret to Living a Happy and Healthy Life, Even…
Note: This is the final segment of a four-part series on my transition out of Christianity. Each segment is a journal entry I made during some of my college years, between 2005–2007.
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October 2nd, 2007
I do not believe that there is a God.
Forgive me, but I couldn’t resist the irony of opening this final segment with the opposite assertion than with which I began my first of these entries, now nearly two years ago.
Yes, the day has come, I am twenty-years-old, currently living in Spain, and finally…
Richard Allen was my paternal Grandfather. He was born in Superior, Wisconsin in 1934.
Before he was born, Richard’s parents had experienced extreme hardship.
Richard’s father was Stanley Allen. As a child, Stanley spent a considerable amount of time in a Minnesota orphanage, along with the rest of his siblings.
The kids ended up in an orphanage because their father, (Richard’s Grandfather) was a severe alcoholic, who one day abruptly abandoned his wife and children, never to be seen or heard from again.
This led Stanley’s mother, (Richard’s grandmother) to become so overwhelmed by mental illness that she was admitted…
Note: This is the third of a four-part series on my transition out of Christianity. Each segment is a journal entry I made during some of my college years, between 2005–2007.
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March 14th, 2007
So continues the saga of my late night theological and philosophical ponderings. As established above, I am now at a point in which I do not adhere to any brand of religiosity, and I no longer believe in the practice of “prayer”. …
Wisconsin. Homo Sapien. Former Public School Teacher.