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PRINCETOWN — On the third day of February, the OMOTM descended on the Chuck Wagon Restaurant in Princetown, which was, by the way, operated from 1956 to 1976 in Champaign, Illinois, now complete with the diner’s original sign. As is his usual custom, Ron greeted us with a smile and lots of coffee, and Chris took our orders and delivered them with amazing speed and accuracy.

We enjoy a welcome at all of the restaurants we frequent, but the locals do suffer from being pushed to the sidelines in favor of our overwhelming numbers and our boisterous enthusiasm to greet the morning and each other. A certain consternation may be seen on the faces of some of the displaced who were hoping perhaps for more peace and quiet in the company of the more regular patrons.

OMOTM or not, diners in the mornings seem to be dominated by old men. It makes you wonder where the old women are. Are they happy to see us off and out of their hair for a spell, or do they not like breakfast? OWOTM, where are you, and what is your position on this?

Heroes clear snow

In regard to what we OMOTM agree are heroic efforts to make walkways and driveways navigable, there are significant strategies to this operation. Snowblowers, plows, pickups, tractors, shear pins, where to put the snow, how to keep the banks under control so they can be ready to accept the next snow.

A handy tip emerged from this discussion about waxing snowplows or blowers to allow snow to slide to the side with more ease.

Our expertise and equipment varies from shovels to big dump trucks, but one thing we noted was a typical response from those who are shielded from all this valiant effort.

“I got the driveway cleared.”

“OK.”

“OK?”  St. George slayed a dragon and received years of acclaim. Isn’t clearing the driveway on that level? We’d like to think so.

One exceptional spouse was said to have taken pictures of her guy in this heroic role, an attitude which would be nice to encourage.

Taking names

In order to give credit where credit is due, we pass around a paper and pen for all of us old attendees to jot down our names as best we can recall and write them. Wives and significant others want to know if we really went to breakfast, or what have we been doing on Tuesday mornings?

There has been a humorous side to this listing of names where such folks as Ernie Banks and Gary Burghoff have found themselves listed. Whereas this seemingly provides the perpetrators of the fraud with great joy, it is a challenge to the scribe to ferret out the deceit.

On the other hand, if some name slips through, how would we prove Ernie or Gary weren’t there?

Barbering

Hair is a subject that some of us show less and less interest in as time goes on, but it still needs some attention. Where and when the attention occurs is sometimes on the Hill and sometimes off the Hill, some more or less personal.

The general consensus was that hair is a good thing, but our needs are more basic, as the emphasis is now on real important functionality, though we suspect vanity could still play a role here for some.

Scholars of history and apricity

More than one OMOTM has been heard to ask, at the end of breakfast, “Well, did you learn anything?” 

And actually that is a good question, because the likelihood of learning something on Tuesday morning is pretty good.

History is what we are best at, that and how to repair historical things like old cars and old plumbing.  The subject of old plumbing can get pretty personal, so perhaps we’ll leave that for another time.

Back to history, it is interesting to note, for example, how many gas stations, convenience stores, bars, dairy farms, and churches there were when we were in our youth, and when the economy was more local.  

The economics are puzzling, though the success of this may have been in shorter commutes to places like Walmart, lower profit expectations, and higher expectations of personal service. Some gas-station owners, for example, were known to live above the station, and emerge whenever needed to provide service with a personal touch.

On the subject of learning, “apricity” could be the new, though a bit archaic, word of the morning, and relevant to the slowly changing over of the seasons. This refers to the warmth of the sun in winter. Used as appropriate for this morning, “This Tuesday dawned with grudging apricity.”

Braving the grudging apricity and the bright crunchy snow and cold and the early hour, and enjoying all the Chuck Wagon charm and the wisdom of our ages, were: Harold Guest, Wally Guest, Ed Goff, Roland Tozer, Chuck Batcher, Warren Willsey, Rich Albertin, Will Lickliter, Frank A. Fuss, Jamey Darrah, Lou Schenk, John Williams, Herb Bahrmann, Paul Guitan, Jack Norray, John Jaz, Jerry Cross, Dick Dexter, Bob Donley, Elwood Van Derbilt, Dave Hodgetts, Ted Feurer, Jake Lederman, Mark Traver, Joe Rack, Glenn Patterson, Roger Shafer, Pastor Jay Francis, Al Schager, Robert Schanz, and me.

Most people today will likely tell you they don’t really feel well represented by our current two-party-oligarchy-owned quasi-democratic quagmire. I think that, unless you’re a billionaire, a racist, a misogynist, a pedophile, or a murderer, that’s probably pretty true.

Even in our little village you can always count on a certain elephantine party always supporting further development despite the wishes of the actual voting public. 

So, in order to fix this lingering hemorrhoid of a problem, I would like to suggest a few ideas for new parties. Maybe we could end up with a system like the folks in Canada, Great Britain, or most other actual western democracies where various parties actually work to represent actual voters.

First up would be the Food Party. This party would focus on the idea of providing a steady, affordable diet of clean, healthy quality food produced by small family farms as opposed to the polluted, overpriced and substandard food we currently get from big Ag.

The Food Party would also focus on expanding SNAP [Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program] to help the needy and doing away with the current onerous system. Nowadays, a family must fill out copious paperwork on a yearly basis that proves they qualify as well as supplying enough personal information to set them up for identity theft for life.

The next new party would be the Sisterhood or Women’s Party. It would focus on women’s issues, but would be open to both men and women who support things such as a right to access reproductive healthcare.

They would support equal rights for women, equal pay, equal educational opportunities and maintain the right for women to vote, despite the efforts of Peter Thiel, who feels women should not have that right. The party would also focus on the rights of women to not be raped, murdered, abused, and exploited since the current two parties seem quite content to let that continue. 

Another new party would be the anti-organized religion party. Their focus would be on keeping organized religion out of politics and public life in all ways. They would also focus on firmly establishing the principle of having no official religion in this country.

They would work to outlaw the concept that our country was founded as a nation aligned with any religion, when, in point of fact, the founding fathers were quite specific in not aligning with any church. Another part of the party’s platform would be to tax all religious orders, churches, temples, mosques, and satanic worship circles as is done in many other western nations. And finally, the use of any religion to hurt, denigrate, demean or unfairly target any group would be strictly outlawed.

The Dog and Cat Party would be a welcome addition to the group. The focus here would be on protecting the rights of animals, outlawing the practice of animal testing and setting national laws for such things as animal abuse, puppy mills, and reining in the out-of-control pet industry. There would be controls on veterinary care just like there should be for human medical care.

At this moment in time, having a pet is becoming untenable for more and more people simply because vet care is getting unaffordable. The only problem is that, in this party, the cat people and the dog people need to work to find common ground. At the last meeting, the cat people knocked all the proposed legal documents on the floor while the dog people were crowded around an iPad looking at puppy videos.

My final suggestion would be the Human Party. This party would focus on preserving the dignity, safety, health, and happiness of all human beings. They would work for laws that outlawed the unchecked accumulation of wealth by individuals past the $10 million level. They would establish standards for wages that allowed anyone working a full-time job to earn enough to live a safe and decent life.

They would help establish universal healthcare so nobody would ever go bankrupt from simply becoming sick. They would work to outlaw the ownership of housing by corporations and hedge funds. And finally, they would enact laws that would prohibit all convicted criminals from ever holding public office. Lobbying would become illegal as would all political contributions over $100. Ironic that we’d need a specific party to do the job that should be at the center of all decent, honest political parties. Wait, is that an oxymoron?

As you can see, there’s lots of room for new parties since the current two only address the needs of rich old white men. Both parties hate people of color, women, and the poor since both parties have worked tirelessly to maintain the status quo for decades.

Oh, I know what you’re thinking: “He’s just a cynic.” Very true. I am. But I’ve also been a registered Democrat and voter for my entire adult life. While I do believe the Democrats are far better than the current iteration of the GOP or American Nazi Party as it now operates, they’re still far from where they should be.

Politics has always been called a dirty, corrupt business and that’s more a reflection on our dying late-stage capitalist hellscape. When I was younger, the two parties were capable of working in a bipartisan fashion to help the common man.

Once Citizens United opened the floodgates of dark money, all politics became dirtier than the pile of adult diapers outside 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. We can fix our badly broken system, but it requires much higher levels of voter turnout and a new generation of candidates who truly understand the concept of public service as opposed to private enrichment. Of course, the midterm elections would provide a great opportunity to turn a corner. 

The only problem is that the regime in Washington has its eye on making sure those elections don’t happen. Not a very democratic attitude coming from the “law and order” party.

Editor’s note: Michael Seinberg describes himself as an ex-journalist, professional cynic, and enraged American citizen looking for change so his grandchildren will have a chance at a decent life.

In 2000, when I sent the completed manuscript of my “Restorative Justice: Healing the Foundations of Our Everyday Lives” — written with long-time friend and colleague Larry Tifft — to publisher/editor Rich Allinson of Willow Tree Press, he said he was ready to go to press but still had a question about a phrase we used several times: “the political economy of relationship.” 

It’s not the time here to explicate our full response to his query; suffice it to say for now that it refers to the governing principle that defines one person’s relationship to another, the conceptions of value he has of the other — whether it be a person, group, or nation — and the principle is deeply embedded in the psyche.

Such conceptions are part of a mental framework whereby we classify others, and devise rewards and punishments for behaviors that jibe with the directives of our ordained hierarchy; it’s a gestalt of sorts and a measure of a person’s moral depth.

When the framework is warped or tilted or off kilter, the assessor’s behavior tends toward the evil part of the good-evil spectrum, manifesting itself in words and behaviors that dismiss, demean, minimize, or otherwise mock the value of the other.

Those who prescribe to such — shall we say — evil, try to obfuscate by couching their words and actions in a propaganda that affords them (the appearance of) cover while shooting salvos at any person, group, or nation they define as inferior and unworthy of human consideration.

The end goal of the evil-minded soul is to tie up, confine, hem in, enslave the other for self-aggrandizement, and the payoff can come in a variety of ways: money, prestige, sex, and any other variable that helps solidify the power complex of the evil-minded soul.

In our Civil War, which lasted from 1861 to 1865, the disagreement was over whether white people had the right to own Black people, use them as slaves on plantations without rights, pay, dignity, or a future of value. In the case of Black women so enslaved, it meant the owner of a plantation had sexual dibs on them anytime he wanted. 

The most talked-about example of such enslavement today is Jeffrey Epstein and his accessory to the crime — Ghislaine Maxwell — of operating a plantation for enslaved teenage girls and young women for their sexual pleasure and the sexual pleasure of a cadre of rich and powerful clients who contributed to the finances of their empire. On that plantation, no sugar cane or cotton or coffee was harvested but orgasms (limitless).

Keep in mind that “conceptions of other” is structural and why they have such a powerful effect on behavior; and why so many people went nutso over the Black Lives Matter movement because its main focus was not the working conditions of the Black porter in the galley of an Amtrak train but the underlying structural framework of racism, the steel that defines the structure of one’s ethical framework.

Thus, in the hierarchical ordering of races and ethnicities white people assign greater value to themselves than to people of color, a disease diagnosed as white supremacy.

Women are well versed in how value is assigned to genders and sexes because historically men with power and money, who control access to reward systems, assign greater value to themselves than to women — as is happening right now as sexually-straight (white) men enforce a value system that assigns greater worth to themselves than to their lesbian, gay bisexual, transgender, and queer neighbors. 

In his 2018 manifesto “Winners Take All: The Elite Charade of Changing the World,” the veteran journalist Anand Giridharadas challenged whether those in “the corridors of political power, should be allowed to continue their conquest of social change and of the pursuit of greater equality.” 

He assured us, “The only thing better than controlling money and power is to control the efforts to question the distribution of money and power. The only thing better than being a fox is being a fox asked to watch over hens.”

When efforts are made to question or dismiss or minimize the reality of someone else’s pain and suffering, define it as fake news, then Orwell’s 1984 has come.

As a Great and Powerful Wizard was exposed as a fraud when Toto pulled back the curtain in the throne room of Oz, so now the current President of the United States is bereft of any redeeming psychological, philosophical, or religious value having supported Nazi-like ideologues like David Duke and Nick Fuentes, and after taking away the life-supporting aid the U.S. Department of Agriculture made available to the poor through its Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP).

Then there’s the gasoline he kept pouring on the flames of “birtherism” accusing Barack Obama, running for president, of being an alien. How he gloated in 2010 when Joseph Farah’s WorldNetDaily filled a 14 x 48 foot highway billboard in South Gate, California displaying his hidden hate in giant capital letters: WHERE’S THE BIRTH CERTIFICATE?

In her memoir “Unhinged,” Omarosa Manigault Newman, a White House adviser to Trump said, when he hosted the TV show “Celebrity Apprentice,” he frequently used the N-word and that tapes of the show have proof.

And, though she says she herself never heard him say it, she knew “Using the N-word was not just the way he talks but, more disturbing, it was how he thought of me and African-Americans as a whole.”

The current president could not shake the fact that someone he would use the N-word to describe, with degrees from Columbia and Harvard Law, who ran the “Harvard Law Review” was going to be a president of our United States.

Which gets us to the point of all this. Last Thursday, Mr. Trump through his propaganda machine shot into the stratosphere images of the former president, Mr. Obama, and his wife, Michelle, as apes, gorillas, niggers, while the once popular song “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” played in the background of gorilladom.

It was the KKK in a 21st-Century disguise shrugging off the pain of anyone hurt by it as “Fake Outrage.”

As a country unhinged by current civil-war-like conditions — incessantly fueled by Mr. Trump — far too many ordinary citizens, just regular folk, fail to realize that everyone in a nation so besieged must engage in deep self-analysis. In her 1942 classic “Self-Analysis,” the great psychoanalyst Doctor Karen Horney offered a method whereby people can face up to their complicity in, shall we say, evil.

An article in the Oct. 10, 2024 issue of “The Conversation” drew attention to “Why Trump accuses people of wrongdoing he himself committed — an explanation of projection.” And projection, as we know, is a neurotic affliction whereby a weak person unconsciously attributes his own unacceptable feelings, thoughts, or traits (like jealousy, insecurity, or anger) onto someone else — persons or groups — instead of self-analyzing where the governing principle of such fascism resides.

In a fraud case against Trump University in San Diego in 2016 the aforementioned Mr. Trump said the presiding judge, Gonzalo Curiel, hated him: “I have a judge who is a hater of Donald Trump, a hater” because Curiel was “Hispanic,” a “Mexican.”  

His conceptual gestalt had Judge Curiel in a corral with all the other Mexican rapists just as he had classified the Obamas and every African American on earth as an ape or gorilla.

Occam’s razor in cutting to the chase of logic says a swamp cannot drain itself. If you were put on the stand in a courtroom right now and were asked to describe the governing principle you live by and how that came about, who would you describe as unworthy of human consideration?

DELANSON — On this 27th day of January, the day after the cleanup from the about 20-inch snowstorm, the OMOTM put in a strong showing at Gibby’s restaurant in Delanson. Gibby’s has been opening on Tuesday mornings for us even though they aren’t normally open on Tuesdays.

Kudos also to Gibby’s for the beautifully cleared out parking lot ready for us at 7 a.m. Accommodation and food were also great, as usual. While we’re on the subject of Gibby’s, it should be noted that the new owners have kept the look and feel of the place the same as it has been for years, a smart move since so many people have loved it for so long.

I’m not sure how I got this scribe job, but one important part of the appointment surely is that everybody else is happy with coming out to eat with friends on Tuesday mornings but doesn’t want to be worried about recapping the event later.

I’m viewing this first foray as scribe as a trial for me, and an opportunity for the rest of the OFs to decide that they would be better served by someone else taking a stab at this. Don’t everybody line up at once.

Avoiding turbulence

A general observation I would make about our 30 or so OFs who gather every Tuesday morning is that this is a crew that shows great restraint to avoid controversial topics that could be divisive. A few times I have noted somebody venturing into turbulent waters, but it quickly becomes apparent that this is a blunder, and a retreat is quickly enacted, to the relief of the others.

We are blessed by some very talented wait staff who make allowances for our shortcomings.  One shortcoming we do not have is a general goodwill, which we show to each and all.

But we are a little short of memory and also hearing, so our servers have to take a lot of responsibility for what we ordered and who ordered it. Not only is it likely that we don’t have a clear memory of what we ordered, but then hearing what is being delivered can be a little muffled in our old ears.

Who ordered, “blah blah blah?”  “What?” etc. This came to a head a couple of years ago when a waitress did not understand the issues, and we experienced stress over who ordered what. This particular crisis is still remembered by many.

Some of us arrive on Tuesdays one at a time, but some carpool. Now carpooling is fun and convenient, and sometimes necessary, depending on driving skills and whether or not you have good tires on your car, but it does restrict you to whom you sit with and converse with.

Coming as a onesie means you may mix with others you don’t know so well. This can be a great experience. I’ve observed that everyone at the breakfasts has much to share after so much of the experience of living.

Solving problems

Some of us OFs are seen to be saving Tuesday mornings as a resource. For example, if you don’t know how to approach a rough running engine or a leaky faucet or perhaps a tractor that needs overhauling, this is the place to be.

There will be great enthusiasm in solving some of these problems. You may get conflicting advice, but certainly a lot of food for thought to supplement the food for breakfast.

One area that was explored on Tuesday morning was chicken and turkey management. Conflicting views had chickens seen as smart, the other as not so smart.

I think the not-so-smart view dominated, with a recollection of one particularly early-morning rooster meeting an untimely end, rewarded for his enthusiasm for greeting the day too early once too often.

A turkey was also credited with chasing a mail carrier down the road, thinking the mail in her hands was food. Refuge was found in a passing car.

Another topic of the morning was a popular outcry, railing against the self-serving nature of big business; in this case, specifically, in the mileage of vehicles. 

It was generally agreed that better vehicle mileage could have been achieved through technology, which would have served motorists, rather than the industry that profits from us spending our hard-earned wages liberally. Thus, the group’s assertion that this technology has been repressed.

Braving the snow and cold and the early hour, and enjoying all the Gibby’s ambiance and the wisdom of our ages, were:  Harold Guest, Wally Guest, Will Lichliter, Rich Albertin, Robert Schanz, Chuck Batcher, Warren Willsey, Roger Shafer, Joe Rack, Mark Traver, Pastor Jay Francis, Jamey Darrah, Frank A. Fuss, John Dab, Paul Guiton, John Williams (Scribe Emeritus), John Jaz, Lou Schenck, Jack Norray, Dick Dexter, Gerry Cross, Alan DeFazio, Elwood Vanderbilt, Dave Hodgetts, Bob Donnelly, and me.