I don’t like former New York mayor Rudy Giuliani.
You know why? Because he doesn’t love this country. He didn’t grow up like you and me and he doesn’t like you and me.
“How can you say such things?” you ask. “Do you know him?” Not really. I’ve never met him except on TV. But if Giuliani can say those same things about the president without proof, I can say the same things about him without proof.
“I do not believe that the president loves America. He doesn’t love you. And he doesn’t love me. He wasn’t brought up the way you were brought up and I was brought up through love of this country,” Giuliani said in a televised comment.
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The president stirred Giuliani’s ire by suggesting that our country may have some faults.
How dare he?
I agree with the president that the good ol’ U.S.A. isn’t perfect. A father can find fault with his children, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love them. Chances are he loves them better than life itself.
Like most of you, I love my country, imperfect as it is. I’ve traveled abroad a bit, and every country I’ve ever visited comes up short when compared to my own. I do admit, however, that Switzerland gives the U.S. a run for the money.
No, I can’t like Giuliani because he was brought up differently from me. Right?
For example, until I was 14, we didn’t have indoor plumbing because power lines didn’t extend to many rural areas.
I’ll bet the farm that Brooklyn-born Giuliani never visited an outhouse in his entire life! So, he’s different from me. How can I possibly like him?
It’s below-the-belt politics to say, without proof, that someone doesn’t love his country or his fellow citizens, especially when the target of such charges is president of the United States – any president.
Actually, for the most part, I have liked and admired Guiliani. He was a good mayor of a tough town. Surely, when he said that our president doesn’t love his country or the people in it, Guiliani “misspoke.”
Need new song
Back in the ’70s, there was a popular country music song, “Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Cowboys.”
I’ve forgotten what the song listed as negatives associated with punching cattle. But it’s good advice for today’s parents. Instead, parents, let your babies grow up to be college coaches.
I say this after reading that Wolfpack football Coach Dave Doeren recently received what amounts to a $400,000 raise, bringing his annual income total to $2.2 million, plus bonuses..
When it comes to college and professional coaches’ salaries, Doeren’s pay isn’t excessive at all.
What we need today is a new song title, “Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Public School Teachers in North Carolina,” where a beginning teacher’s pay is $33,000.
Fred Watson of Sanford responded to a column item on keeping a speech short.
Watson recalled that while he was on the faculty at Campbell College in Buies Creek, department chairmen met regularly to give reports on their departments. He followed the chairwoman of English Department to the lectern.
He noticed she had left an index card with the word KISS.
“It being Valentine’s Day, I thought this was a nice gesture,” Watson wrote. “I noticed at the bottom of the card the word ‘over.’ I turned the card over and saw: ‘Keep it Short, Stupid.’”
I’m not responsible
Several of you not native to the South have complained to me about the wicked weather we’ve had this winter. It’s not my fault. As the song goes, “I never promised you a rose garden” of eternal sunshine and mid-70s temperatures. But hang on until April. April in Raleigh is so beautiful it will take your breath away.
You might be cheered by a bumper sticker a friend saw recently while driving along Glenwood Avenue. It read, “Tomatoes and Jesus Coming Back Soon.”
Poet T.S. Eliot was so overcome by April’s beauty that he wrote,
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.