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Regular contributor for Random Lengths (circulation 56,000) in San Pedro, CA, 2001-present. Columns "Life in Long Beach" and "Life After Mother" pub. in Senior Reporter of Orange County. Manga reviewer: LA Alternative (circulation 150,000), 2005-2006. Some manga reviews also ran in NY Press around this time. Entertainment reporting: Music Connection (circulation 75,000), 1983-1906. Travel writing: Oakland Tribune (1998) and Life After 50 (2006). Other bylines: Goldmine, Star Hits, Los Angeles Reader, Los Angeles Times, Long Beach Press Telegram, Blade, BAM, Daily Breeze, LA Weekly. Specializations include community news reporting, writing reviews (book, theater, concert, film, music), copywriting, resumes, editing, travel writing, publicity, screenwriting, lecturing, and content development. Education: B. A. Theater Arts, UCLA. Post-grad work, Education, Chapman University.

Wednesday, February 25, 2026

Book Review: Custer Died For Your Sins

Book Review:  Custer Died For Your Sins by Vine Deloria, Jr., (University of Oklahoma Press, 1988 ed. with new preface by the author)  

When Custer Died For Your Sins was published in 1969, it was one of those radical landmark books of the sixties, that era of free thinking and fighting the establishment. It was an example of how the civil rights struggle was affecting a wide range of minority groups, of various racial, ethnic and sexual identities--and those groups were beginning to ask, "What about our right to equality?"

Reading the book now, though, I find much of what Deloria says is just plain common sense, and of course, as someone who lived through the sixties, I do recognize that some specific issues he discusses  have become dated (his chapter on Indian leadership, for example). Still, though, I find much of his material does remain radical, continuing to challenge some widely held attitudes.

One example is how Deloria argues that what was called "civil rights" when the book was first published (and which is now often labelled "DEI") is not about seeking equality--it's about seeking respect. Nowadays that assertion could make for a heated discussion on social media.

What may be most relevant, though, to our contemporary political climate--not just when addressing Native American rights--is his description of America's political parties. He begins by asserting, "Republicans represent the best of the white economics. The Democrats represent all of the deviations." White economics? Deviations? I can already picture social-media influencers debating those assertions.

Here's Deloria's description of the Republican Party, "The Republican Party has ostensibly stood for less government as a political philosophical position. But when you listen carefully to the Republicans you do not really hear less government, you hear a strange religion of early Puritan mythology. The Republican Party is in reality the truest expression of America's religion of progress and white respectability. It stands for the white superman who never existed. The peddler's grandson who conquered the unknown by inheriting a department store--such is the basic American religion unmasked."

Explaining the Republicans as a religion rather than a political party perhaps explains why they don't care if the poor starve and the sick die (remember, "We're all going to die," that Republican woman said, defending her vote for cutting Medicaid), and why they constantly follow a leader they often literally view as a sort of Messiah. Any deviation from the party leader is utterly unthinkable. Now it's Trump, but a half-century ago it was Reagan, before him, Eisenhower, before him, Theodore Roosevelt, and back when the party was founded, Lincoln. 

Deloria further argues, "The measure of truth in the above assertion is the Republican willingness to lose elections rather than depart from cherished doctrines and myths. Only a religion can attract and hold such loyalty." 

Nowadays, of course, today's Republicans appear to have given up on winning--or losing--elections by clinging to their cherished doctrines and myths. They're now resorting to attempting to rig elections, "rather than depart from cherished doctrines and myths."

As for the Democrats, they won't appreciate what Deloria says about them either. He argues, "The other party is something else. Popular conceptions [maintain] that the Democrats are the party of the people. The old [Franklin] Roosevelt coalition of labor, minority and ethnic groups, and farmers fails to acknowledge one unpublicized member--the special interests." 

Those of us familiar with how people talk about politics know that "special interests" tends to be used derisively, as a label that's put on "big money," what supposedly "corrupts" politics--Big Oil, Big Pharma, Big Tech, and so on. People tend to forget that any group of people who share a "special interest" for any reason are a "special interest group." In that way, labor is a special interest. Farmers are a special interest. Minority and ethnic groups represent a host of special interests, sometimes conflicting ones.

Roughly twenty years ago, the comedian Stephen Colbert graphically demonstrated this aspect of the Democratic party, when he brought TV cameras to a Democratic convention and gathered together a focus group--a black guy and an "Arab-tino," a labor rep and a "tree-hugger," a gay man and a lesbian, an American Indian and an Asian Indian, got them all arguing at once, and then announced how he was looking forward to the Republican convention, "where none of these voices will be heard."

Deloria makes roughly the same point in his own way, "More than the Republicans, the Democrats are the party of the special interests," he argues. "Who else piles special programs on top of special programs? Could the Republicans create the poor as a class in themselves? For, the Republicans know no poor because it is not within their religous comprehension." Once you understand that, you can understand how the Republicans could care less about anything other than helping the rich get richer.

Deloria was writing in the 1960's but we may project his observations into the decades that followed and on up to the present, "Until 1968 the Democrats won election after election by gathering the rejected into an amalgam of special interest for the sole purpose of splitting the pie which they would then attempt to create. The pie never exists; it is continually being created by the adjustment of the governmental machinery to include additional special interests, while eligible parties [those the Republicans deem eligible] participate in the American religion carefully being nurtured by the Republicans in their isolation." Maybe in the past few decades the Democrats have lost some of the coalition it takes to constantly envision and divide an imaginary pie, while the Republicans' cozying up to actual religions--the Christian right, but also the Jewish Zionists--allows them to more freely make no distinction between church and state.

Deloria's book was published shortly after Nixon was elected in 1968, and in it, Deloria states that Nixon's election was the last gasp of the Republicans' "quasi-religous nineteenth-century, Horatio Alger, WASP ethic."

Unfortunately, though, we know that wasn't the last gasp of it. We now know that when Reagan was elected, that was supposed to be the last gasp of it--then "the last gasp" was supposed to be the election of Bush I, then Bush II, then Trump the first time around, and now Trump the second time around. This ethic is getting a lot of last gasps. Maybe it's time to stop thinking of this "ethic" as a "last gasp" and start thinking of it as an ongoing stream of American thought that must be defeated every single election unless we want Republicanism to be both our one and only church and our one and only state.

Deloria's description of the political parties may remain controversial, but he also reminds us that voters, not parties, are responsible for electing our members of congress. His book was published shortly after the assassinations of MLK and RFK, and he made the following observation about the issue of gun control, "Congressman after Congressman came on TV and admitted that a vast majority of the American people wanted stricter gun control laws. But each stated he couldn't do anything about it because of the big bad NRA lobby. Anyone swallowing that type of statement deserves to live in the land of the sniper."




Friday, January 30, 2026

Links to "Life After Mother" in Senior Reporter, Sept. 2025-Jan. 2026

Below please find the links and PDF downloads for my "Life After Mother" column, examining probate and estate issues from personal experience, as featured in Senior Reporter, "Serving the Needs of Orange County and Long Beach," September 2025 to January 2026. 

September 2025:  "Wills and Websites" (p. 37)

Website Link:  https://www.seniorreporterofoc.com/sep-2025-vol-51-no-9/  

PDF Download:  https://www.seniorreporterofoc.com/issues/senior-reporter-kbates-sep-2025.pdf

October 2025:  "Survivor's "To Do" List" (p. 32)

Website Link:  https://www.seniorreporterofoc.com/sep-2025-vol-51-no-9-2/

PDF Download:  https://www.seniorreporterofoc.com/issues/senior-reporter-bjoel-oct-2025.pdf

November 2025:  "Drug Dealing, HMO Style" (p. 33-38)

Website Link:  https://www.seniorreporterofoc.com/nov-2025-vol-51-no-11/

PDF Download:  https://www.seniorreporterofoc.com/issues/senior-reporter-charo-nov-2025.pdf

December 2025:  "Christmas by the Crate" (p. 33)

Website Link:  https://www.seniorreporterofoc.com/dec-2025-vol-51-no-12/

PDF Download:  https://www.seniorreporterofoc.com/issues/senior-reporter-johnf-dec-2025.pdf

January 2026:  "She's Being Unusual" (p. 35)

Website Link:  https://www.seniorreporterofoc.com/jan-2026-vol-52-no-1/
 
PDF Download:  https://www.seniorreporterofoc.com/issues/senior-reporter-katew-dec-2025.pdf


Should these links be down, please visit:  www.seniorreporterofoc.com


Tuesday, December 16, 2025

Trumpers Cause Trumpism

This blog was posted on Daily Kos on Dec. 13, 2025.

As we look ahead to how people are seeking to stop America from becoming completely a one-party authoritarian state in the coming year, let's look back once again on what happened in 2024. The presidential election wasn't the "blowout" or "mandate" that Republicans brag it was, but it was decisive. 

Remember, Democrats--and you "progressives" and "liberals" who brag about no party affiliation, too, how we watched on Election Night as swing state after swing state that turned blue for Biden in 2020 turned red for Trump in 2024:  Pennsylvania, Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Georgia, all were called for Trump on Election Night. Arizona and Nevada took a little longer, but they were colored red by the end of Election Night, too, the official call a few days later was just a formality, because even if those last two states somehow tallied up enough votes to turn blue, Trump was going to be president anyway.

We do remember 2020, right, when we waited days to make sure Biden had enough of the electoral college to win? When Pennsylvania was finally called for Biden and people literally danced in the streets, right? In 2024 there were no cliff-hangers. We knew by the time Election Night was over that seven states that voted for Biden in 2020 refused to vote for Kamala Harris in 2024 and voted for Trump instead.

Here I'm talking about those 77 million people that voted for Trump in 2024 while Democrats failed to get enough voters in enough states to get the 80 millon or so votes that Biden got in 2020.

I'm not talking about the people who, however reluctantly, voted for Harris. I'm not talking about the people that voted Republican down ballot but left the top slot blank. I'm not talking about the people that voted for a third party. I'm not talking about the people that just didn't vote at all. I'm talking about Trump voters, and I don't want to hear any excuses about, "but the Democrats." I know not a single one of you proud Trumpers may be reading this, but I'm talking about you anyway. 

For many years we've heard how, if only people had the information about progressive left-of-center candidates, then the majority of America's voters would support progressive left-of-center candidates. Back before the Internet and the iPhone, when mass communication was confined to broadcast and print, much of it corporate, back in those days, insufficient desemination of left-of-center viewpoints may have explained the failure of many liberal candidates to gain majority support. Voters, especially low-information voters, couldn't be expected to vote for a candidate about which the mainstream media provided insufficient information.

Now, though, everybody has an iPhone and everybody surfs the Internet. You can no longer blame lack of access to adequate information about progressive candidates and a liberal agenda--or even a reasonably moderate agenda--for why tens of millions of voters across multiple states continue to vote against even moderately progressive candidates and even moderately liberal agendas and for people like Trump, candidates that are not just an ordinary thoughtful type of conservative, but a combination of dangerous, sleazy, and narrow-minded. Either these tens of millions of Republican-supporting voters, across dozens of entire states, flatly and stubbornly refuse to seek out information about left-of-center candidates, or else those millions of Republican-supporting voters honestly do share the values of the dangerous, sleazy, and narrow-minded conservative Republicans like Trump that they vote for. 

You 77 million Trump voters, you knew that your man was convicted of 34 felonies. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You know those 34 felonies were for campaign fraud, as in fraud, a financial crime. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he encouraged an armed and angry lynch mob to "fight like Hell" at the Capitol on January 6, 2021, where that mob voiced its intention to hang the vice president. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he was impeached for sending that armed and angry lynch mob to the Capitol on January 6, 2021 to attack and beat police officers and threaten to hang his own vice president. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he told more than 30,000 lies during his first term as president, often lying between the beginning and the end of a sentence--demonstrating beyond reasonable doubt that he often is either lying at the beginning of a sentence or lying at the end, there's no way both the beginning and end could be true. That's not even counting all the lies he's told in his lifetime, or the ones he told between 2020 and 2025. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew, if you actually spent any time listening to and thinking about the stream of contradictions that regularly come out of the man's mouth, you'd know he freely makes false statements, even if you didn't keep count. You knew that. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he was caught with whole rooms full of classified government documents hoarded at his Mar-a-Lago country club, many of which were not supposed to be removed from a Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility (SCIF). (If you don't know what a SCIF is, Google it.) You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew that to have those rooms full of classified government documents hoarded at Trump's Mar-a-Lago country club, the ones that were not supposed to be removed from a SCIF, would have had to have been stolen from a SCIF in order to be removed from a SCIF. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he boasted of grabbing women by the "pussy." You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway, and are even now perhaps bragging about how you voted for him three times--while knowing that.

You knew he ran his businesses into bankruptcy six times, so much for "business acumen." You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he was lying when he said he was going to impose tariffs and make other countries pay them. (If you don't know what a tariff is, or you don't understand what it is, Google it. Keep Googling it until you do understand it.) You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he said not paying taxes is smart. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he cheated on his first wife with his second, got a messy divorce from his first, cheated on his second wife with his third, got a messy divorce from his second, and cheated on his third wife, too. You knew that. You voted for him anyway, so don't lecture the rest of us about "traditional values."

You knew what he said about football players kneeling for a Black Lives Matter protest was, "Get that sonovabitch off the field." You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he said he would be a dictator, and you knew his boast about "only on Day One" was a lie, because no dictator is a dictator for one day only. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew that he was for Project 2025 before he started saying he didn't know anything about it, which is what he says about anything he wants to get out of knowing about. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he was lying when he said he was going to build a wall between the US and Mexico and make Mexico pay for it. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he was lying when he said he was going to, "immediately bring prices down, starting on Day One" and all the other lies he told about bringing prices down. You knew no president in a capitalist system could do that. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he insulted several countries in Africa with an obscenity. You knew that, you had no excuse not to, and you voted for him to lead America's diplomacy anyway.

You knew he ordered the extra-judicial killing of an Iranian general in a time of peace. You knew that. You voted for him anyway.

You knew that when Iran retaliated for the general's death, injuring numerous US personnel, Trump shrugged off the brain damage our servicemembers suffered as, "some headaches." You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he lost a fraud case against Trump University. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he was the closest friend of convicted sexual predator Jeffrey Epstein for ten years, that they were photographed partying up and oggling women together, and Trump bragged about how, "he likes beautiful women as much as I do, and many of them on the younger side." You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway, possibly at the same time you were repeating salacious gossip linking Clinton and Epstein.

You knew Trump looked out over a veterans' cemetary and said, "I don't get it. What's in it for them?" You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he didn't attend a memorial service for D-Day because it was raining and he didn't want to mess up his hair. You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he was caught on tape telling the Georgia Secretary of State, "All I want to do is this. I just want to find 11,780 votes . . . I only need 11,000 votes." You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway. 

You knew he also told the Georgia Secretary of State, "That's a criminal offense, you can't let that happen. That's a big risk to you." You knew that. You had no excuse not to. You voted for him anyway.

You knew he was impeached for telling the head of a foreign government, "I would like you to do us a favor though," for which the "favor" was spreading false dirt on Trump's political rivals in exchange for fulfilling defense contracts, which is an obvious quid pro quo. No matter how often Trump brayed it wasn't. You knew that. You had no excuse not to, and if you didn't understand it, you could've Googled it until you did. You voted for him anyway.

You Trump-supporting farmers out in the reddest regions of the reddest states, you experienced back in Trump's first term, he left thousands (at least) of you with no markets to sell to, and thousands or even millions of you farmers voted for him all over again anyway. You were willing to ruin the market for your crops again because, transgender athletes, was that it?

What else? There's about 30,000 "what else" but we have to end this list somewhere. This is the man you freely chose as your president, as the leader of our country. You wanted a man who lies tens of thousands of times to lead your country. You wanted a guy who crimes dozens of times while white (nearly three dozen convictions and almost that many accusations) to lead your fine and mighty country. Apparently the man can't do enough criminal things for you to think he's criminal. Apparently the man can't do enough dishonest things for you to think he's dishonest. Apparently the man can't do enough sadistic things for you to think he's sadistic. Or else you want a president who's dishonest, criminal, and sadistic, because that's the kind of guy that speaks for you.  

We can only conclude that for roughly 77 million of you, that's your idea of a really good president. Not just a few million of you, not just a few tens of millions of you scattered around backwards pockets in super-conservative states, but enough tens of millions of you to turn seven entire "purple" states red--all of them the same states that demonstrated in 2020 that they can muster a majority of voters who know better than to vote for a liar and a fraudster--and that was before he was a 34-time convicted criminal, an unauthorized hoarder of classified secrets, and sent an armed and angry lynch mob to hang his own vice president. 

What happened to that blue majority in Pennsylvania, Michigan, Arizona, Nevada, Georgia, Wisconsin, and Minnesota? Why didn't they turn out the numbers to beat you? That's another blog.





Friday, November 28, 2025

Weird Guys: "Wheel me Back in!"

 Continuing my series on my experiences with one or more weird guys, I invite others to share their "weird guy" stories as well.

My beat-up Volkswagen needed some repairs to its upholstery, and this was in the eighties when you didn't Google "auto upholstery" shops. You looked in the Yellow Pages and then went to check out likely addresses. 

I was checking out an address in Wilmington, that community that's centered around the Port of Los Angeles, and the address I found turned out to not be an auto upholstery shop, just an auto parts store. They were probably just listed in the phone book because they sold sheepskin seat covers, or something like that, but I thought I'd stop in anyway. One of the clerks might be able to suggest a good auto upholstery shop nearby, or something.

I parked on the street right outside the store's door and went in. There appeared to be only one employee, a woman at the cash register, and she had a line of two or three customers. Near the check-out counter was one other person, a skinny pale-faced pale-haired young man in a wheelchair, and he spoke using of those tracheostomy valves inplanted in his throat.

He looked at me and demanded, "Why are you here?"

I explained I was here to see about getting my car's upholstery repaired.

"Show me your car!" he demanded.

"I need somebody who can give me an estimate for repairing my car's upholstery, do you know somebody who can?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah, show me your car!"

I figured, no harm in being courteous to him, after all, he might be the check-out woman's son or something. I said, "Fine, I'll show you my car, it's just outside the door."

I held the shop door open and he wheeled out onto the sidewalk. I pointed to my battered Volkswagen and the torn upholstery. "See?" I explained, "That's the upholstery I want repaired."

His immediate response, "Wheel me back in!" 

Not only nothing about the car he was so hot to see, but not even, "Could you please hold the door so I can get back in the shop?" Not even a "please." Kings commanding their servants have more courtesy than he was showing me.

I knew I was wasting my time. I smiled sweetly as I got my keys from my purse and started to get in my car, at the same time saying, politely, "You got yourself out here. You can get yourself back in." 

I got in and started the motor, looked in the rearview mirror. He was struggling in his chair and glaring at me, as if utterly furious, as if he wanted to get out of that chair and pound me into the ground. I drove away.

I encountered a similar type in 2017, not in a wheelchair, but who apparently just thought women were put on this earth for him to make any demand of, anywhere, anytime. I was on a road trip in New Mexico and pulled over to read a roadside historical marker. At least there were other people around, it wasn't like it was a deserted stretch of highway.

I was minding my own business, reading the marker, when a voice demanded, "Gimme your camera! Lemme take your picture!"

I didn't even have my camera on me--it wasn't like it was in plain view, so even his assumption that I had a camera to give was weird.

Not, "Excuse me, Miss, but would you like me to take your picture?"

I looked at the guy and gave a blistering, "No, thank you!"

"But you look so cute," the guy whined, like that was an excuse.

I didn't finish reading the historical marker. I went straight to my car and got the You-know-where out of there. I checked my rear-view mirror a few times to make sure I wasn't being followed. That's the scariest on-the-road encounter I've ever had.

  

Wednesday, October 29, 2025

Weird Guys: The Landlord and the Wine

When I got a job working for the federal government near the Los Angeles Airport, I found a little two-room apartment in the neighborhood called Westchester to the north of the airport. I made the mistake of thinking I should get on friendly terms with my landlord, get to know him better. After all, I was a new girl in a big strange city, and I thought he'd be the most likely person to build trust with.

I wondered about his family. Did he have a wife and kids? If I asked about them, wouldn't he likely regale me with boasting about his beautiful wife and wonderful kid(s), maybe show off some pictures? Of course maybe he'd say, "Well, I'm happily divorced" or "I'm an old bachelor" or whatever? Maybe he'd get the wrong idea, me asking if he had a wife, some young single woman asking about his wife, but likely nothing that couldn't be laughed off, right?

So when I passed him on the walkway, I said, "You know, I'm new here, and I'd like to get to know you and my neighbors better, so I'm wondering if you're married."

His answer, "My wife died last week."

Who was I to think maybe that wasn't the truth? "I'm so sorry, is there anything I can do? Maybe, dinner?" Honestly, I only made the offer out of courtesy, nothing else. 

His immediate answer, "What kind of wine do you like? I'll bring the wine!" He sounded a little too excited for someone whose "wife died last week."

"That's all right. I don't drink wine."

"What kind of wine do you like? I'll bring the wine!"Nothing about what time, or where, or anything.

"No, really," as I thought fast, as I couldn't risk offending my landlord, "Maybe just some spaghetti, tomorrow, at 6?"

"What kind of wine do you like? I'll bring the wine!"

"No, really, you don't have to bring anything. Just come over for spaghetti tomorrow at 6."

"What kind of wine do you like? I'll bring the wine!"

I began to understand the only way I was going to get out of this was to name a wine. The only one I could think of that went with spaghetti, or that went with--anything--was Blue Nun.

Then I went and called my mother to see if she'd be so kind as to come over and chaperone. She made flakey excuses to decline.

So the guy showed up at my door the next night with a bottle of Blue Nun big enough for an entire wedding party. I asked him why he bought such a large bottle. He made some flakey excuse about that was the only size bottle available.

I told him he'd have to leave right after dinner because I had to go see my mother about something. I know, I know, what a miserable excuse, but it was honestly the only one I could think of.

I was careful to remain distant from the guy, to keep the conversation formal, to put his plate of spaghetti at one end of the table and mine at the other. I drank as little wine as possible, I may have even served myself a Coke, and got him out of there as soon as I could get away with. This was my landlord, after all. I couldn't risk offending him, but I wasn't about to give him any more ideas than he apparently already had.

When he left, I said he was forgetting his bottle of Blue Nun. He said I could keep it. I went out and drove around for a while so I'd look like I really had left to go see my mother.

I'm sure the guy didn't even have a wife, not one that had just died last week, anyway. Either she didn't exist or she was conveniently somewhere else, in another city or even another country. What kind of a guy uses a fake dead wife to try and force wine on someone who owes him rent every month?