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Yes, I think we are stuck with generations of Trumps in US politics.
A generational curse that is on us that is!
You never really know, the true villian may be Malaria, she could be pulling the strings? - @Marilyn Tassy

Oh dear, that will be a horror show.  I just heard Trump fired the Inspector Generals in violation of Federal law.   These are appointed individuals.   I can see that being in court very quickly.   The guy thinks laws of the land do not apply to him.  The King of Chaos has returned!

As for Malaria, hmmm....if Donny passes (one can hope), maybe she'll be pulling Barron's strings but he's too young and we'd have to wait a long time for him to reach the required age to be El Presidente. He'd have to be 35. And by that time, maybe Washington, California and Oregon will have joined Canada.  I heard a Canadian ambassador say that on the radio.  Hilarious!

I had a nice Jewish boy as a platonic BF when I was 17.He for sure was gay but still had not come to teams with it.He was the only son of a nice older Jewish couple in the old area of Beverly Hills, loved their home, built in the 1920s with French doors and all.He went to school with my older firend, seems everyone in that area knew each other one way or the other.I met him with 3 of my friends on a school trip at an art museum. He started up a conversation with me because I was wearing a ,cool outfit.*Had on my brown 1940s womens suit jacket with a fresh picked flower in my lapel. Long story but we spent a few hours chatting and never thought we would meet again;Fast forward a good year to when I was living on , Normal Ave, real name of the st; We walked into each other on the st;His hobby was like mine at the time, just mindlessly taking long walks around Hollywood into the Beverly Hills part of town for hours on end. We even had roller skating dates later on since although he had a car he suffered from epilepsy. He rarely drove.When I say platonic; I mean we barely kissed and just held hands;He would sew outfits for me, buy me things from antique shops to wear and generally was just a good buddy.All came to a sudden end when we drove to my hometown and I introduced him to my friend Holly;She shared a BD with me and was a rather odd girl , sort of odd like he was, bookworm types.Well he told me he had to break up with me because he saw himself as a Woody Allen type and Holly looked more like Mia Farrow then I did!Nutty; They did not last long together.Last I heard he sadly had a fit on stage when he was performing with his ballet troupe in the Netherlands. He told me himself, forgot how was met up that one time after how he acted with breaking up on a whim with me.His family was very sweet though, his older sister had polio and was in a wheelchair and he was again a closet case. Felt bad for his parents.Everytime I see Woody Allen I get mad! - @Marilyn Tassy

My cousin is married to a Jewish guy.   They seem to get along fine and they are quite good financially as he's got a super job.  Their kids also seem to be quite successful.  I guess my cousin and him must be close to retirement.  I wonder if they will go to Israel to retire - if only for the better weather.

My Mum had a Polish boyfriend.  He was in the Polish Air Force during WW2 and was hanging out with my Mum but eventually that fizzled out and the rest is history.  I suppose we could have been Polish.  But obviously we wouldn't have had any choice and we wouldn't be us.

I guess Woody Allen is rich enough not to care.  I think he's a bit tainted and no-one is going to finance his films.  Just a rumour of wrongdoing and esteemed careers are in the toilet.  No-one will touch them.  Unless you're the Teflon Don. He and Guiliani still owe money for their convictions/court cases.  And big time.  My schadenfreude meter has twitched.

My step father had several brothers but only one sister.

She once asked my mother if I could go to a religious service with her. I was 7.

I had to cover my head with a scarf and of course dress nice.

I realized later in life that we had gone to a Synagoge.

She had married a Jewish man and had converted from Catholic;

It was nice enough inside, very nice actually but at 7, I can not remember much of it.

Only went with her once.

We never really went to religious services until I was 12 or so and spent every Saturday morning with the JWs.

That lasted about a year or less.

My mom was always changing her mind about the JWs;

I actually get on well with Jewish people, they have almost always been very kind with me.

My experiences as a silly 19 year old Goy in Flatbush, NY showed me that people are people overall.

I had  a huge blow out with a chick, American who I happened to be staying with in Brooklyn;

My husband left me in her care with her HU boyfriend while he looked  around in S; Africa for 6 weeks.

We thought of moving to Jo burg;

Long story but it keep it simple, that chick was from Jersy and a druggie stripper. He HU BF lived off of her stripping income.

What low lifes I was staying with. I was angry with my husband but at the time, that was all we could afford as if he liked S; Africa I was to follow and we had to watch our pennies.

IDK, she was on smack or something that made her out of her mind;

I came home from a job I had in a bar, as a fully clothed barkeeper, she was always telling me I should strip too, no way! She was a mess and it was gross to me.

OK, so I come home from a long night to find she had gone insane;

Had little notes written in lipstick on the floor with arrows pointing to my room;

I found about 90 % of my vintage clothing collection is bits and pieces. She had cut them to bits!

I was really shocked because there was no reason for it except that she was nuts.

I wanted to do her in, I put my hands around her throat but because she had an insnae smile on her face and just acted like a rag doll I let her go? Just too strange and scary.

Packed up what little of my things remained and walked out.Was going to take a bus ride to Conn; to regroup and stay with my auntie and her family.

On the way out of the flat a old Jewish lady opened up her door and asked me to come in.

She said that chick was always trouble and she wanted to help me. She made some tea and let me call my aunt and make arrangements to get a bus ride.

Super kind in my hour on need.

Went to Conn; and stayed a week or so with my aunt. My 94 year old grandfather gave me money. Allot for the times $400; more then enough to buy a flight back to Ca; and replace some of my clothing.

I went back to NY just for a few days so that I could leave cheaper from NY then from Conn. Stayed  with some HU guys, paid for my few days with them by cleaning their flat, what a mess!

During those couple of days we finally got a letter from slow mail S; Africa that my husband was returning to NY the next week.

I did not fly out, stayed waiting for him in Ny.

The money for my flight was enough for us to rent a car and drive to Ca and start up again.

Not sure what would of happened if that letter did not come in time!

After that experience, I decided to never be room mates with another chick, not even one of my sisters.

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Oh my friends 3rd birth was normal from what I know.
Her mother was tall, 5'8" and of course she had that really tall big father.
Her husband is Persian and really tall too, at least 6'1" or taller.
Had a friend in Hawaii who was another large wonder women type, her husband was a footballer from Tonga. He was massive, had to be nearly 6'5" tall scary looking guy too.
My polish/Rusin relations are not big people at all, some aunties were 5'2" and tiny little things.
I wonder if diet because of growing up in the depression years made them smaller then they were programed to be with their DNA?
What I find strange is with my mom's 6 kids only my deceased sister and I are fair and tall, slim, the rest are stronger and shorter and dark.So much different that we would often be asked if any of us were adopted.
Now that my sis has passed away, when I take photos with my siblings people ask who they are.
It's just weird how people can turn out. We have a native American great grandmother and my 4 sibs look very native, nice thick dark hair and built tough, I am always breaking down and they are strong. My nearly 69 year old sister still rides a motorbike and shovels her own snow by hand every winter, she even does her elderly neighbors walkways.
I am weak compared to them, just odd. - @Marilyn Tassy

Oh yes, about a year later that chick somehow found my address and wrote me.

Saying how sorry she was about how she acted, that she heard I was a new mother and she also was one.She was living back in Jersey with her parents ;

I never wrote her back;

Let laying dogs lay;

Her BF had dumped her while she was pregnant too!

I know, I met his next GF and his wife later on. He was scummy too, he was one of the HU guys we knew who got deported from the US. Now that is bad considering Trump was not even in office then!

I just found out Trumps teen son is already 6 foot 7 inches tall!

Wow, I thought my boy was tall at 6 foot 3 inches.

Must be all that Slovakian food he eats! Malaria  said he only eats his grandmothers cooking.

No Micky D or Pizza Hut for him. Let the peasants eat cake!

We know where he bought a house in HU for his mom years ago, never want to meet up so never even go near there!

Not sure why my quote above is from way back but I l sure could use my edit option!

My step father had several brothers but only one sister.She once asked my mother if I could go to a religious service with her. I was 7.I had to cover my head with a scarf and of course dress nice.I realized later in life that we had gone to a Synagoge.She had married a Jewish man and had converted from Catholic;It was nice enough inside, very nice actually but at 7, I can not remember much of it.Only went with her once.We never really went to religious services until I was 12 or so and spent every Saturday morning with the JWs.That lasted about a year or less. My mom was always changing her mind about the JWs;I actually get on well with Jewish people, they have almost always been very kind with me.My experiences as a silly 19 year old Goy in Flatbush, NY showed me that people are people overall.I had a huge blow out with a chick, American who I happened to be staying with in Brooklyn;My husband left me in her care with her HU boyfriend while he looked around in S; Africa for 6 weeks.We thought of moving to Jo burg;Long story but it keep it simple, that chick was from Jersy and a druggie stripper. He HU BF lived off of her stripping income.What low lifes I was staying with. I was angry with my husband but at the time, that was all we could afford as if he liked S; Africa I was to follow and we had to watch our pennies.IDK, she was on smack or something that made her out of her mind;I came home from a job I had in a bar, as a fully clothed barkeeper, she was always telling me I should strip too, no way! She was a mess and it was gross to me.OK, so I come home from a long night to find she had gone insane;Had little notes written in lipstick on the floor with arrows pointing to my room;I found about 90 % of my vintage clothing collection is bits and pieces. She had cut them to bits!I was really shocked because there was no reason for it except that she was nuts.I wanted to do her in, I put my hands around her throat but because she had an insnae smile on her face and just acted like a rag doll I let her go? Just too strange and scary.Packed up what little of my things remained and walked out.Was going to take a bus ride to Conn; to regroup and stay with my auntie and her family.On the way out of the flat a old Jewish lady opened up her door and asked me to come in.She said that chick was always trouble and she wanted to help me. She made some tea and let me call my aunt and make arrangements to get a bus ride.Super kind in my hour on need.Went to Conn; and stayed a week or so with my aunt. My 94 year old grandfather gave me money. Allot for the times $400; more then enough to buy a flight back to Ca; and replace some of my clothing.I went back to NY just for a few days so that I could leave cheaper from NY then from Conn. Stayed with some HU guys, paid for my few days with them by cleaning their flat, what a mess!During those couple of days we finally got a letter from slow mail S; Africa that my husband was returning to NY the next week. I did not fly out, stayed waiting for him in Ny.The money for my flight was enough for us to rent a car and drive to Ca and start up again.Not sure what would of happened if that letter did not come in time!After that experience, I decided to never be room mates with another chick, not even one of my sisters.I - @Marilyn Tassy

My Dad was thinking of going to South Africa at one point.  In many ways, its good he didn't go and drag us all out there. I mean considering how their transition to majority rule has gone and a lot of mismanagement.  We all may have dodged that particular bullet. 

I don't think my parents really thought about the long term effects of moving us around. I never truly understood why they came back from their colonial stint in the Pacific region.  They arrived on Pacific islands after emigration to Australia which was free for WW2 soldiers.  At the time it probably seemed reasonable as their contracts ended and they had free repatriation as part of the deal. I've always thought they should have gone back to Australia and not returned to the UK.  Not immediately anyway.  Australia is the lucky country after all.

People do odd things which seem entirely reasonable at the time but down the road it seems like other decisions would have been better.  Perhaps. Benefit of hindsight and all that.

My step father had several brothers but only one sister.She once asked my mother if I could go to a religious service with her. I was 7.I had to cover my head with a scarf and of course dress nice.I realized later in life that we had gone to a Synagoge.She had married a Jewish man and had converted from Catholic;It was nice enough inside, very nice actually but at 7, I can not remember much of it.Only went with her once.We never really went to religious services until I was 12 or so and spent every Saturday morning with the JWs.That lasted about a year or less. My mom was always changing her mind about the JWs;I actually get on well with Jewish people, they have almost always been very kind with me.My experiences as a silly 19 year old Goy in Flatbush, NY showed me that people are people overall.I had a huge blow out with a chick, American who I happened to be staying with in Brooklyn;My husband left me in her care with her HU boyfriend while he looked around in S; Africa for 6 weeks.We thought of moving to Jo burg;Long story but it keep it simple, that chick was from Jersy and a druggie stripper. He HU BF lived off of her stripping income.What low lifes I was staying with. I was angry with my husband but at the time, that was all we could afford as if he liked S; Africa I was to follow and we had to watch our pennies.IDK, she was on smack or something that made her out of her mind;I came home from a job I had in a bar, as a fully clothed barkeeper, she was always telling me I should strip too, no way! She was a mess and it was gross to me.OK, so I come home from a long night to find she had gone insane;Had little notes written in lipstick on the floor with arrows pointing to my room;I found about 90 % of my vintage clothing collection is bits and pieces. She had cut them to bits!I was really shocked because there was no reason for it except that she was nuts.I wanted to do her in, I put my hands around her throat but because she had an insnae smile on her face and just acted like a rag doll I let her go? Just too strange and scary.Packed up what little of my things remained and walked out.Was going to take a bus ride to Conn; to regroup and stay with my auntie and her family.On the way out of the flat a old Jewish lady opened up her door and asked me to come in.She said that chick was always trouble and she wanted to help me. She made some tea and let me call my aunt and make arrangements to get a bus ride.Super kind in my hour on need.Went to Conn; and stayed a week or so with my aunt. My 94 year old grandfather gave me money. Allot for the times $400; more then enough to buy a flight back to Ca; and replace some of my clothing.I went back to NY just for a few days so that I could leave cheaper from NY then from Conn. Stayed with some HU guys, paid for my few days with them by cleaning their flat, what a mess!During those couple of days we finally got a letter from slow mail S; Africa that my husband was returning to NY the next week. I did not fly out, stayed waiting for him in Ny.The money for my flight was enough for us to rent a car and drive to Ca and start up again.Not sure what would of happened if that letter did not come in time!After that experience, I decided to never be room mates with another chick, not even one of my sisters.I - @Marilyn Tassy
My Dad was thinking of going to South Africa at one point. In many ways, its good he didn't go and drag us all out there. I mean considering how their transition to majority rule has gone and a lot of mismanagement. We all may have dodged that particular bullet.
I don't think my parents really thought about the long term effects of moving us around. I never truly understood why they came back from their colonial stint in the Pacific region. They arrived on Pacific islands after emigration to Australia which was free for WW2 soldiers. At the time it probably seemed reasonable as their contracts ended and they had free repatriation as part of the deal. I've always thought they should have gone back to Australia and not returned to the UK. Not immediately anyway. It is the lucky country after all.

People do odd things which seem entirely reasonable at the time but down the road it seems like other decisions would have been better. Perhaps. - @fluffy2560

We had a South African recruiter come to our Depot when I was doing my Skill at Arms course; it was all sanctioned by the MOD back then (mid-70s). One of us joined them, but it never appealed to me; I had a posting to Berlin to look forward to.

My husband had a sort of emotional time after being in the US for just over 2 years.

He was wondering if he made the right choice immigrating to the US or not.

He knew a few HU guys in S; Africa and they were doing really good.

This was duringAparthed.

My open minded liber    l husband went to look around and decide if we should make it home or not.

He was shocked  overall; Said everyone was extra nice and patient with him but the class system was too strange for him.

He could see it falling apart at some time and all heck breaking loose.

In the mean time though as a skilled machinist he would be living the life ; I would have maids, a driver and a nice home as long as we towed the line.

Never even knew about Aparthed until he went there.

Just everything against my believes, no one is better then anyone else, that is how I was raised.

He had some strange experiences while there.

First was arriving in Jo Burg with his suitcase and walking around looking for a hotel.

Everyone was staring at him. One man pulled his car over and call to him.

He asked if he was new in town . Told him to get in his car and he would take him to a hotel because a white man can not be seen carrying his own luggage, he should of hired someone to carry it!

Many such experiences which he found embarrassing since he too was not raised that way.

He told me when he returned to the US that one reason we were not going to live there is because he could see me in jail my first day there!

Probably so, I do not think I could live with myself if I knew I was using others to get ahead.