Jack Neworth

When it comes to political elections I was raised in an unusual household. An avid supporter of FDR, my mother was an organizer of Democratic Clubs in West Los Angeles and in 1960 worked with Ted Kennedy going to Bakersfield, Fresno and other smaller cities to create such a club to support JFK’s presidential campaign in 1960. She had met the Kennedy’s and anybody who was anybody at the Democratic National convention held at the L.A. Sports Arena as she was in charge of the seating.

Donald Trump loves buckets of KFC chicken and six packs of Diet Coke. He also loves dictators. His “fave fascist” is Rodrigo Duerte of the Philippines whose personal “Death Squads” murder drug dealers. Trump praises Duerte who replaced due process with machine gun massacres. (During 2016 and 2017 there were 7000 dealers killed in this fashion.) What seems to impress Donald most is Duerte does some of the killing himself. One can almost hear Trump sigh enviously.

Often when someone reaches remarkable fame and fortune if and when there’s a fall from grace, it can be all the more humiliating. Enter Rudy Giuliani. As Mayor of New York on 9/11, Rudy was tirelessly on the ground comforting New Yorkers and the country that we would overcome the disastrous terrorist attack and be stronger than ever. He was so beloved he received standing ovations everywhere, which unfortunately only fed his insatiable ego. And yet Rudy could be charming.