Archive for March, 2026

Tired of Trump? Tell the Republicans

Tuesday, March 31st, 2026

By Bob Gaydos

21E0CAA8-96DC-479F-B445-F22A9DBE796E   I took a few mental health days to escape from, you know, the world. Re-emerged in time to see that the No Kings Day was a huge success across the nation, with more than 8 million Americans reportedly taking to the streets to demonstrate their a) anger b) disappointment c) revulsion d) all of the above concerning Donald Trump.

    Which helped.

     But then I saw a couple of posts on Facebook that helped me figure out what was really bothering me. Not Trump. Well, yes, Trump, but that’s old news. Trump is Trump. He’s just as he’s always been, just older, dumber and nastier than when he invaded our national consciousness in 2015.

     One of the Facebook posts noted that the thousands of No Kings demonstrations all had the same theme: Trump is stupid, evil and destroying our country. A bad wannabe king and we don’t want him. Which is all true.

    But missing from the messages, as the post noted, was any blame for the Republican Party, which to be fair, since it controls Congress, could stop the insanity in a heartbeat, if it had the courage to do so.

    Or perhaps even more to the point for many Republicans in Congress, if they really wanted to. That is, if they actually disagreed with much of what Trump has done. I get the feeling that a lot of congressional Republicans are willing to overlook Trump’s flouting of the Constitution, shredding diplomatic relationships and monetizing the presidency because they are as racist, bigoted, misogynistic and greedy as he is. They’re happy to have him take the point and the heat, even if they think he’s a moron and danger to the country.

      That doesn’t sound like what they swore an oath to and it certainly calls for more public blame for the current chaos the Trump presidency has created. This wannabe king has a lot of Republican foot soldiers and they need to be called out for being willing (House Speaker Mike Johnson) or weak (Sen. Lindsay Graham) enablers. Without them, he’s gone in a heartbeat or however long it takes to read him the 25th Amendment and escort him to the door of the White House he’s in the process of trashing.

     Which goes to the message of the other Facebook post. It was a 2025 comment by former late night TV host David Letterman. He touched on another pet peeve of mine — the echo chamber of cable and YouTube “news” outlets issuing a steady, daily stream of whatever what’s his name did and why it is so wrong, stupid, bad, illegal, etc.

    Letterman: “We know there’s something wrong, but what I’m tired of is people, daily, nightly, on all the cable news shows telling us there’s something wrong. I just think we ought to direct our resources and our energies to doing something about it. … let’s just stop whining about what a goon he is and figure out a way to take him aside and put him in a home.”

    Yes, David, I agree. But I’d make it a federal correctional facility at this point. And this goes back to my original point that, while many Americans were perhaps duped or delusional in voting for Trump in the first place, Republicans are ultimately responsible for allowing this stain on America’s legacy to continue. They need to bear the blame and shame on a daily basis for as long as it continues.

    Suggestion: This coming July 4, the 250th anniversary of America’s birth, would be a perfect time to demonstrate the true meaning of “All men are created equal” by escorting Donald Trump out of the White House permanently. That would be something to celebrate. Tell the Republicans.

     

   

     

    

Does Any of it Really Matter?

Saturday, March 21st, 2026

By Bob Gaydos 

Is reality really virtual?

Is reality really virtual? What if none of it mattered?

  What if killing 168 schoolgirls in the process of killing much of the leadership of a sovereign nation that hadn’t attacked or even threatened us didn’t matter?

  What if killing innocent fishermen earning a living in the sea off Venezuela didn’t matter?

  What if cutting off the oil supply to Cuba, effectively starving the island nation that also posed no threat, didn’t matter?

    What if eliminating funds for food and HIV treatment for African nations, effectively killing thousands, didn’t matter?

    What if government agents randomly kidnapping people off the streets of American cities didn’t matter? What if those same agents killing innocent American citizens in the same streets didn’t matter?

   What if powerful, influential men participating in a worldwide sex trafficking ring with young girls didn’t matter?

    What if caring about such things was all just something we made up in our minds? A “construct,” to borrow a concept from Deepak Chopra. Constructs, according to the meditation guru who shared intimate emails about a taste for young girls with Jeffrey Epstein, are mental creations (beliefs, roles, ideas) that help us get through life, but keep us from recognizing our true nature – pure awareness, as he says. Chopra promotes meditation to get past the fear and ego which he says bind us to these constructs so that we can find the “real” reality within ourselves as part of a massive field of consciousness. 

    What if, as part of this vast consciousness, age, sexual behavior, honesty, respect, compassion, decency and other “constructs” that guide us through life don’t matter? What if grown men meditating regularly and engaging in sexual activity with young girls (a construct defined by most as rape) is a construct one can live with? And, of course, lying about it. One’s own convenient “real” reality? Pure awareness.

   Meditate on that.

   And while you’re in a meditative state, consider the proposition put forth by another proponent of the “all is not what it seems to be” fraternity — Tom Campbell. The physicist/philosopher posits that we are all simply characters in a digital virtual reality. Campbell’s “larger consciousness system“ is the computer that produces our reality.

   Campbell’s three-book series under the umbrella title of “My Big Toe” (“My Big Theory of Everything“), posits that your true self — the Player — is a non-physical unit of consciousness, which exists outside of a physical simulation, your avatar, which is your body and brain. The “player” (not your brain) makes all the choices for your avatar within the virtual reality. And, it has a purpose — to lower the entropy (the disorder in our lives such as war, killing, kidnaping, rape, lying) by choosing love and cooperation over fear and ego.

   Well, in that case, all of it would seem to matter.

   Hmm. Conundrum.

   “Real” reality or virtual reality?

   Upon reflection of about 30 seconds I’ve decided my Player is telling me that Deepak is full of crap. Pure evil. The Player has apparently also instructed me to keep writing that all the others who were part of the Epstein sex-trafficking and whatever else was going on construct deserve to be severely punished for their behaviors. And that the most efficient way to quickly reduce the entropy in all our shared reality, virtual or otherwise, is to haul Donald Trump’s diapered butt out of our White House and into a prison cell as soon as possible.

    For what it’s worth, that’s my construct of a big theory of everything and my very real reality.

We Knew It and Blew It in 2016

Monday, March 16th, 2026

  For the longest time now, actually about 10 years, I’ve been waking up in the morning with an intense case of déjà vu, sensing that, once I check the news, I’m going to have to write some version of the same story all over again.  This morning, to test my mental faculties, I decided to go back 10 years to see what I was writing. Turns out I’m not imagining things.  The column reposted below was written on March 17, St. Patrick’s Day, 2016. I unapologetically repost it here as proof that my memory is not failing, at least in this regard, and that we knew in 2016 what we were getting with Donald Trump and the Republican Party. And what the options were. This is why I’m always astounded when I hear people, mostly MAGAs, saying, “I didn’t know,” “I feel betrayed.” Or others saying, “What’s the use in voting, they’re all the same?” No, we knew. We knew in 2016 what Donald Trump was. And every year and election since then.  

 Most of the people in the column below are still around and many of them are still in politics. We still have choices. Complain about the war, tariffs, inflation, detention camps, if you want, even protest. Please protest. But please, spare me your surprise.  And please read the column below to see if you remember it the way I do. 

Bob


By Bob Gaydos

Bernie Sanders

Bernie Sanders

Thank god for Bernie Sanders.

You can make that an uppercase God if you prefer. Or keep it lowercase. You can take that sentiment ecumenically, evangelically, spiritually, atheistically, or any manner of religiously. But know this, wherever you place your faith, you must take that sentiment seriously.

Bernie Sanders is the saving grace in what has to be the most embarrassing, humiliating, disheartening and frightening presidential campaign, possibly in our nation’s history.

Quite simply, Sanders is the only candidate in either party who is genuine. When he speaks, I believe him. Millions believe him, because he has no hidden agenda, he is beholden to no one, he has a long history of caring and working for people to whom life has not been kind and for challenging those who have always wanted more than their fair share. A mensch.

In comparison, the Republican campaign has featured a collection of liars, misfits, religious zealots, bigots, charlatans, incompetents and people who cannot spell, much less demonstrate, compassion. It has culminated in Donald Trump, one of the most dangerous, embarrassing figures to emerge in American politics. He is a fascist, racist, misogynist, bully, liar, buffoon, and con man. A reality TV show star with no idea how government works, but plenty of experience in driving businesses into bankruptcy. He is probably a certifiable narcissist. And apparently, there is no one in his life who has the guts to say any of this to his face.

His candidacy has allowed all the ugly elements in American society, many of whom reside in the Republican Party, to feel free to voice their hate publicly, to assault and threaten those they fear or those who disagree with them, and, incredibly, to believe that their candidate has any respect for them and their needs. Trump, who makes it up as he goes along, has admitted his supporters come from the least-informed element of society. His campaign, in fact, represents the culmination of decades of cynical posturing by and catering to this element, and now appears to be the demise of, the Republican Party as a responsible political party. It is long overdue.

Not one of the Republican candidates — still standing or fallen by the wayside — can hold a candle to Sanders and not one of them deserves a vote to be president of the United States of America. They are, in toto, a disgrace.

However, the real challenge to Sanders comes not from the Republicans, but from within his own party. The Democratic establishment long ago decided that Hillary Clinton should be its candidate for president this time and has done everything within its power to try to make that happen. This includes setting up a ridiculously limited and unattainable schedule of debates and lining up hundreds of superdelegates to announce their support for her even before a primary was held. This was undoubtedly done to try to overcome Clinton’s well-known handicaps: 1) The fact that she is a lousy campaigner; 2) The reality that a lot of people don’t trust her; and 3) The Clinton history of being very cozy with the people responsible for nearly ruining the nation’s economy.

Forget that, her supporters say. She gets things done. What it is she’s gotten done is never mentioned.

Still, the fact is she leads Sanders in delegates won in the primaries so far and, even with her faults, she is still head and shoulders above any of the Republicans in the race.  This means, however much I respect and prefer Sanders as a presidential candidate, if Clinton is the Democratic Party nominee, I personally have to vote for her against any Republican. It also means I cannot write in a vote for Sanders or anyone else as a protest, because I honestly fear that taking votes away from a Democratic candidate could lead to something as disastrous as a Trump presidency or a Ted Cruz presidency or anyone-else-the-Republican-Party-settles-on presidency. I fear what will happen to this country if a Republican wins the presidency this year and I think the only way to get that message across to a party that has been in denial for decades is to thoroughly defeat it in November. Then let it figure out where to go from there.

It’s not a total sellout. Mitigating my vote for Clinton would be the fact that she actually knows how government works and, as president, she would have a working, viable, responsible political party behind her, a party still on working terms with compassion and science and equality and still dedicated to governing, not merely winning. And that party would have a Bernie Sanders and an Elizabeth Warren and plenty of others in Congress reminding a President Clinton of the promises she made during her campaign to convince all those young, disaffected voters that she could deliver what Bernie Sanders was promising.

Thankfully, though, this campaign is far from over. There are many primaries in northern and western and big states where Sanders has considerable support and could easily win enough delegates to capture the nomination. Bill Clinton did it. Barack Obama did it. Bernie Sanders can do it.

But he’s got another major challenge to overcome in addition to that from within his own party. That is the disrespect shown him by much of the major news media. Despite the tens of thousands who have attended his rallies and donated to his no-Pacs campaign, many news organizations have treated him as an afterthought and a Clinton campaign for president as a foregone conclusion.

That same media also gave Trump free rein to spew his vile hatred and nonsense for months before finally wising up to him. (And it’s not just Fox News that was guilty of this.) The media will have some soul-searching to do after this campaign as well.

So, I look forward to Sanders winning some big states (Hello, California!). And I expect Trump to continue to behave as Frank Bruni put it in the New York Times recently — like an addict who only wants more and more and more attention and will do or say anything to get it. That was my impression of Trump a while back, but Bruni beat me to it in putting it in writing. I agree wholeheartedly with him.

Indeed, I think of Trump as the guy sitting next to you in a bar who turns to you and says, “Hold my beer. Watch this.” He then proceeds to wreck the joint and bloody every person in the place. He exits with a triumphant grin, claiming it was the other guy’s fault.

Clinton, of course, wouldn’t be caught dead in a bar, much less drinking beer. She would be found sipping wine or martinis in an Upper East Side penthouse with some Wall Street types who are funding her campaign. They’re talking about how to get the vote of the common folk.

Sanders? He walks into a bar and says, “Hey, let me buy you a beer. Let’s sit down. What can I do for you?”

If I were a drinking man, that’s the guy I would want in the White House.

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History is in the Numbers

Saturday, March 14th, 2026

By Bob Gaydos

Pi

Pi

   Serendipity, synchronicity, superstition, call it what you

will, if you’re looking to find meaning in numbers, mid-March is the place to go. From Friday the 13th to St. Patrick’s Day, the 17th, we’ve got a string of days that should set a numerologist’s head spinning.

    March 13 was a Friday. We apparently survived as a race, but the stock market sure took a hit. The connection of Friday and 13 as being bad luck has several origins. From the Bible, the 13th guest at the Last Supper, Judas, betrayed Jesus, who was crucified on a Friday. Another belief has King Philip IV of France ordering the mass arrest and torture of the Knights Templar on Friday, Oct. 13, 1307. The Norse have a tale of a 13th god showing up uninvited at a dinner and killing one of the other gods. 

    As I write this, it’s March 14, which is Pi Day. You’re supposed to be eating some kind of pie — pizza, apple, pumpkin — it apparently doesn’t matter. This is a geeky international celebration of the mathematical constant number Pi. You know the first three numbers — 3.14 — then it goes to infinity. It happens to be the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter, which for some reason someone deemed worthy of a celebration. It’s also Albert Einstein’s birthday, which I do not think is a coincidence. Pizza it is.

  Of course, March 15 is the Ides of March, the date Roman Emperor Julius Caesar was stabbed to death by a group of unhappy senators led by Cassius and Brutus, who said they were saving the republic. The “beware” part came later from Shakespeare in his play about the ill-fated emperor. It remains a warning today for all wannabe emperors.

 March 16, or 3:16 as often quoted from the New Testament, is a chapter in which Jesus delivers a farewell to his followers on the eve of his crucifixion. He warns them of persecution to come following his death but promises arrival of a “Helper” and the ultimate punishment of the sinful if the believers stay the course.

  And, of course, March 17 is St. Patrick’s Day, the most famous national celebration, as the wearing of the green is now marked around the globe for the patron saint of Ireland, who was born an Englishman. He drove something out of Ireland, but history says it was sinners, not snakes. In any event, in addition to being a celebration of Irish heritage, after the bad news of the 13th, the mind-numbing math of the 14th, the ominous warning of the 15th and the admonition and quiet hope of the 16th, a parade, some music, corned beef and cabbage and lots of green beer might just be a great way for some folks to get over this confluence of significant numbers. Or just to ignore them completely.

   That’s it. History in the numbers. Coincidence or synchronicity? Make of it what you will. Any suggestion of any connection of these events to current persons and events is purely coincidental. See you on the 18th.

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Editor’s note: Inspiration for this column came from my friend, Ernie Miller, who for some reason noted the interesting congregation of dates. Further credit goes to my research assistant, Google AI.

Ice on the Pond

Tuesday, March 10th, 2026

Ice on the pond. RJ Photography

Ice on the pond.
RJ Photography

By Bob Gaydos

‘Tis 80 degrees

and there’s ice on the pond.

One would think, with this thaw,

‘twould be nice on the pond.

 

That one being me, ventured to see

What had become of winter’s

Ice.

     On the pond.

 

Still there … more or less

Not quite pretty, not quite mess.

Ice on the pond surrounded by trees,

   which, I suspect, preserved the freeze.

Even at 80 degrees.

 

Once upon a time,

in the spring, I suspect,

There were waves on the pond

    And I muttered, “Holy heck!”

The trees had shed their limbs.

The wind had ‘leashed a wreck.

 

So, some ice on the pond,

while a balmy surprise,

   Is still a pleasant treat

   for winter weary eyes.

 

Soon, ‘twill be gone.

Actually, the sooner the better.

For the geese like their ponds

   not frozen, but wetter.

 

For mating and training the young ones

 to swim,

 ice on the pond can be

rather grim.

 

So, Nature, forgo surprises!

Be done. 

‘Tis 80 degrees.

Ice on the pond be gone!

 

Deepak, Kristi, Disney and … Cuba?

Sunday, March 8th, 2026

By Bob Gaydos

Deepak Chopra, friend of Jeffrey Epstein?

Deepak Chopra, friend of Jeffrey Epstein?

When the world starts to run away from me and there’s too much to comment on but I know more is coming fast, I turn to the late, great Jimmy Cannon’s approach. So,

  • Maybe it’s just me, but: A president who has said, “We are not looking for regime change. We’ve learned that lesson a long time ago.“ And, “We must abandon the failed policy of nation building and regime change.“ And, just in June of last year when asked about regime change said it “leads to chaos,” but has now said in a space of a few months, “We are in charge“ with regard to Venezuela and “regime change in Iran seems like the best possible outcome“ and, noting that he’s still a little busy with Iran, did say that the fall of the Cuban regime was just “a question of time,” is basically dangerous, power-hungry and not to be believed any time he opens his mouth.
  • Maybe it’s just me, but: I get a little worried when one mega corporation starts buying up all kinds of media outlets, threatening the diversity of opinion and trustworthy newsgathering. So, I’m not happy that Paramount, which is in the process of turning CBS into a clone of Fox News, is reportedly ready to do the same with CNN and also owns Paramount Pictures, Skydance Media, HBO, MTV, Nickelodeon, Comedy Central, HGTV, TLC, Discovery, Paramount+, Pluto TV, Oracle (which owns 15% of TikTok) CBS Sports and the Cartoon Network, outbid (with a big nudge from the White House) Netflix to buy Warner Brothers Discovery. This has monopoly written all over it and the FCC should carefully review this deal. But this is Trump’s FCC and it’s Trump’s buddy who owns Paramount, which means Congress should really look at this closely. Which is why it’s really nice to have a true two-party system. Remember?
  • Maybe it’s just me, but: I’ve become somewhat numbed to the steady release of names of prominent, influential or just plain rich people in the Epstein files. I mean, the man formally known as Prince Andrew was not a surprise, nor was Woody Allen, Bill Clinton or even Bill Gates. Their names had been out there a while. But I have to admit Deepak Chopra stopped me in my tracks. Is this a construct? Or did the wellness guru have something else in mind when he e-mailed Jeffrey to “bring your girls” and commented on the sounds young girls make? Something to meditate on.
  • Maybe it’s just me, but: I’m only mildly surprised that the inevitable Trump purge of disposable sycophants has begun with the kiss off of Kristi Noem from Homeland Security to some other phony organization with a fancy name Trump has cooked up. You can only embarrass the Donald … well, actually you cannot embarrass the Donald and run a scam funding operation that doesn’t include him and get caught doing it. Eventually, Noem needs to be held accountable for her criminal behavior running Homeland Security. And lose those hair extensions.

Marco Says It’s Bibi’s War

Wednesday, March 4th, 2026

By Bob Gaydos

Marco Rubio, spilling the beans.

Marco Rubio, spilling the beans.

  So, it is Bibi’s war.

   Marco Rubio let the cat out of the bag. That’s the problem when you slip up and hire someone who hasn’t been a total putz his whole career — he sometimes slips up and tells the truth.

    Asked by reporters why the United States attacked Iran when negotiations were continuing about abandoning its nuclear weapons agenda and there was no apparent threat of an attack by Iran on the U.S., the secretary of state said in typical roundabout fashion that we had to attack first because soon after Iran was attacked by Israel, Iran would surely have attacked the U.S. as well as Israel.

   Well, of course.

   So, despite all the pretense of negotiations, Israel was going to attack Iran anyway. Netanyahu talked Trump, the peace president, into helping him in his battle for Israeli control of the region because …?

   Well that’s a good question.

   It’s clear the whole argument about nuclear weapons was a setup. Other negotiators from the region said a deal could have been made. So Trump quickly changed the stated goal to regime change. Kill the evil ayatollah and let long-suffering Iranians take back their country. Like this has ever worked anywhere. Trump himself has publicly said it doesn’t work and, by the way, the Iranian regime goes well beyond the will of an 86-year-old man, now deceased.

   Which brings it all back to Jeffrey Epstein.

  Of course.

   The reporting behind the reporting notes that Epstein worked for years as an asset of the Israeli Mossad, its intelligence agency. Part of his purpose was to get incriminating evidence of influential people in embarrassing, preferably illegal, situations. The object being blackmail.

   Like maybe a video of Donald Trump raping a 13-year-old girl.

   Bibi to Donald: “Look, big guy, I know you tore up the nuclear pact with Iran in your first term and I want to thank you for that for giving us an excuse to attack them again. And I know you got elected again by promising to be a peace president, not getting involved in protracted wars anywhere, not looking for regime change anywhere. But let’s be real here. I know you’d really like to set up a Trump resort on the Mediterranean in Gaza and I’m doing my best to make that happen, but we both know how difficult it is, especially with half the world digging around in them, to keep embarrassing information in the Epstein files secret. Heck, I wouldn’t put it past some intelligence agent somewhere from leaking stuff to the media. Some people would probably pay for it. I mean, videos of old men and young girls doing things they shouldn’t do together could really damage someone’s life, never mind reputation. I’d hate to see that happen to anyone.

  “By the way, we will be attacking Iran on the morning of February 28, if you care to join us. No holds barred. Let Hegseth rip his shirt off, drink beer and go crazy.

    “My people will be too busy fighting another war to throw me in jail. I’m sure you can identify with that. And you can get to say you killed the ayatollah. It’s a win-win.”

    That’s it, people. Maybe there’s another explanation for this insanity, but for now I’m going with the well-informed secretary of state’s explanation: It’s Bibi’s war. We’ve been kidnapped, in effect, and are paying the ransom with the blood of American soldiers.

 

    

Ladybug, Ladybug, Article 25

Monday, March 2nd, 2026

By Bob Gaydos

The lucky Ladybug.

The lucky Ladybug.

  Last Saturday turned out to be quite a day. I woke up to a much-needed warm, sunny day with snow melting everywhere, and wound up spending my afternoon writing about the dotard in the White House starting a war with Iran because people were talking about stuff in the Epstein files about him raping a 13-year-old girl.

   Bummer, right?

   But the universe has a way of trying to balance things out, I believe. You just have to pay attention.

    Later Saturday, I got together with a group of friends over coffee and good cheer to talk about anything other than war. In the midst of this fellowship, a ladybug suddenly appeared on the table right next to my arm. Out of nowhere. Inside, windows closed, no plants, ladybug.

     It stuck around. Pleasantly surprised, I said I was “pretty sure” it was a good omen. In my head, I was saying, “God, I sure hope it is“

     Well, hey, sometimes I get it right. Back home on the couch, I asked my assistant – Google AI – to check out the symbolism of the ladybug. It reported back, “Ladybugs are almost universally recognized as the symbols of good luck, protection and positive transformation. Their arrival is often seen as a sign that wishes are about to come true or that a period of prosperity is beginning.”

     Also, in some cultures they are seen as guardians that ward off negative energy, in others they represent personal growth and in many traditions, AI tells me, “the appearance of a ladybug suggests that true love is on its way or that current relationships will flourish.”

   Gotta love that last flourish. And I wouldn’t argue with that period of prosperity thing either. But I’d really like to cash in on that “wishes are about to come true” sign. For all of us.

   Realistically, I don’t think even a swarm of ladybugs could give the tin man in the White House a heart, but I gotta believe in enough of a swarm, perhaps accompanied by massive demonstrations and thousands of phone calls complaining about starting illegal wars and allegedly raping 13-year-old girls not being acceptable behavior by the titular head of this country, miraculously implanting a brain and some guts in cowardly Republican members of Congress to put a stop to the insanity. That’s my wish.

   They say you gotta believe. They also say you gotta grab a shovel or a hammer or a phone or a pen or whatever is necessary to kind of help out. C’mon, folks. I’d really hate to waste a good lady bug.