WATCH YOUR TONGUE … AND THE ADULTS IN TANDUM

As I observed at the time …

Language. At age seven, eight, and ten, each in the band of boys has acquired a filthy tongue. Incredibly obnoxious. Many of us adults are offended. Some have complained to the management. Now the word comes down. “Hey, Dirk, you hear? We can’t use bad words no more.”

“Who complained?”

Like, “Let’s get ‘em!”

We adults need to stand together. Firmly. Before the little bastards overrun us.

ANOTHER SIDE IN THE MEXICAN INVASION

Just listen to Donald Trump’s anti-Mexican bluster and then go to the grocery. Some seem to have a whole row of salsa. If he shopped for basics, he’d realize how much they’re a part of the social fabric.

One large New England supermarket chain, for instance, has begun selling tacos made fresh daily, in-house. They’re miles ahead of the others on the shelves or down the street. Lighter, less brittle, tastier.

They do go wonderfully with the guacamole from another New England supermarket brand, too.

I’ll really miss them if Trump’s elected.

And just who will be manning those taco trucks on every corner? Won’t be the same, not if you believe the bombast.

ABOUT THOSE EMAILS

In all the charges about Hillary Clinton’s emails, has anyone else wondered just why she’d want to keep the old ones? Don’t know about you, but I’m always deleting mine. In fact, I’m still trying to find a better way to manage my In Boxes as it is. If I don’t respond immediately, a request or suggestion is likely to get buried and neglected, no matter my intent – so I try to keep the deck cleared. Zip and they’re gone.

Yes, I tried to keep appropriate baskets for later reference but then found going back through them, page after page, to be impossible. So I revisited a tip from one of the better bosses in my past. The one who one afternoon invited me to his office to discuss a memo I’d sent him. He looked at it, agreed, and then tossed the sheet into the trash can – we’d resolved the issue and could move on. No need to add more paper to a filing cabinet. In fact, that’s when I noticed he had only two drawers – a bit of streamlining he’d gleaned from some management gurus somewhere. Look, you can handle only so many things on your plate. Especially at one time.

So Hillary had thousands of exchanges? What was she supposed to do, keep them until she’d been hacked there, too? The Russians and Republican peeping toms are everywhere, after all. (Maybe they’re expecting something like my novel Big Inca Versus a New Pony Express Rider?) How much information can you handle and still move — like an NFL quarterback on Sunday afternoon, as Henry Kissinger once explained?

It’s looking more like a damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don’t situation. How could you possibly get anything done, anyway, amid all the clutter? Or, for that matter, how about demanding that those who are howling about any deleted emails release their own exchanges first – including all the missing ones. Tit for tat, anyone?

Actually, it would be quite fascinating to see Donald Trump’s exchanges, compounded by Paul Ryan’s and Newt’s and … Oh, for the hypocrisy!