So this is how the worm turns. A Jewish Socialist goes to Rome to visit a Catholic Pope. Just the sentence sets off days of late night jokes. And that is nothing to what is happening in politics.
“What the hell is he doing? No Jewish politician will ever meet a pope!” Overheard outside someone’s office whose initials might be HRC. “He might as well be selling wiernerschnitzel in Bethlehem.”
And so another episode of the “Bernie Loves Hilly” program begins. It seems they might be nearing a divorce or at least a separation. The last show sounded like the Trump warming up in the shower radio hour. Not that he would yell at himself in the shower, maybe just in the car and only at the hired help.
Although my time has been spent on things not politic, I have tried to find a daily diary from which to catch up on the various raging super egos. The best I have come across is a brief read of the TrailMix.CC. The rest of the world is filled with too much . . . let’s just say wiernerschnitzel.
Of more interest to me is my found family member. My third cousin once removed. Please do not ask what that means. I have no clue. We do know our great-great-great grandmothers were sisters. That makes us cousins. We found each other in the Great Salt Lake City DNA match, or one of the Great Salt Lake City ancestry companies. That’s okay. They will save what’s left of my sole.
It is so exciting. We most likely met in the 1950’s or early 60’s, but did not know the significance of those meetings other than meeting another kid my age. Iowa farm life, lots of cousins roaming around.
I wonder what the Pope got out of meeting the Bern? A “feel the burn” T-shirt? An offer of free college if he moves to Vermont? Maybe a Senate gallery pass.
All I know is that whatever he did it was nothing compared to the high school debate teams refusing to go to Liberty “University”. Those kids did something incredible and brave. My hat is off to them and if I was ever in a position to hire one of them it would on the spot.