Our commander in chief proved beyond a reasonable doubt that he is the chief fabricator of news while visiting troops at an air base in Iraq the day after Christmas.

            It was inexcusable for the president of the United States to lie to the troops during what was billed as an expression of the nation’s gratitude for their service but was treated like a political rally.

            Donald Trump, in the event you didn’t know and obviously don’t care, your inaccurate comments about troops not receiving pay raises would have resulted in your firing as a reporter for any newspaper and/or news outlet in the world.

            Yes, and it is our role as journalists to call you out on your fabricating.

            First, you not only defy convention, you defy the law.

             This event should not have been treated by you or by troops in uniform as a campaign event. You should know and should abide by Department of Defense rules about such matters.

            Neither should you have claimed that military personnel haven’t received a pay raise in a decade.

            You told troops, “… you just got one of the biggest pay raises you’ve ever received … You haven’t gotten one in more than 10 years – more than 10 years. And we got you a big one. I got you a big one. I got you a big one.”

            PolitiFact reports that statement is incorrect.

            “Service members have received pay increases every year, as mandated by federal law, for over three decades and the 2019 increase is set at 2.6 percent.

            “Even if Trump meant that members hadn’t received that large of a raise in over a decade, that would also be false. The increase is exceeded by raises in 2008, 2009 and 2010.”

            It is a falsehood Trump has repeated before. The president made similar statements in May to a gathering of military mothers and spouses.

During a speech to Naval Academy graduates a few weeks later, he made a similar false statement.

            The president has made more than 7,500 false or misleading claims in his 700 or so days in office, according to The Washington Post’s Fact Checker.

            Unfortunately, the leader of the greatest nation on earth continues to ignore the facts and has the gall to accuse journalists of “fabricating news.”

            The greater concern may be that truth no longer matters and that it may be politically correct for citizens to sit in a tub of water on a hot stove and avoid watching the temperature rise.

            You don’t have to be a journalist or a president to know where that may lead.


Lane County replaced this courthouse in 1956. Photo courtesy of Gary Halvorson, Oregon State Archives

            Lane County and Eugene should reconsider plans for locating new facilities in downtown Eugene.

            The county announced plans this week to build a $252 million courthouse on Eugene’s former city hall site while the city relocates on a postage stamp “butterfly” lot owned by the county.

            Before that deal is completed, both public agencies should reconsider locating a new courthouse on the site of the former city hall and acquiring the former EWEB headquarters as a city hall.

            The result: The county moves a few hundred yards east of its present site, and the city anchors a developing downtown district fronting on the picturesque Willamette River.

            Argue if you wish, but the EWEB property is located in downtown Eugene and has space for city council meetings and places for visitors to park. And such a move reportedly would be less expensive than in building a new city hall.

            In case you haven’t heard, the county needs $158 million in local funding just to get the courthouse project off the ground. The city apparently is as undecided as ever about what a new hall would cost.

            Frankly, I was unhappy when the county upgraded its headquarters at Eighth and Oak Street in 1956 with the “futuristic beamed façade” structure that stands there today.

            While the county needed more courtroom space, I was upset when it destroyed the horseshoe pits, the horse hitching posts and the checker game tables in the courtyard, which eventually became the Saturday Market site.

            The city didn’t fare so well by building a city hall immediately east of the courthouse. That structure turned out to be an unsafe place to be in the event of an earthquake, which we’re told may occur sometime soon — if not later.

            So, the city tore down its flimsie hall and scattered departments all over town in rented quarters.  Now the city is swapping its site east of the courthouse for a county “butterfly” parking lot.

            Which means that residents soon will be invited to finance new homes for Eugene and Lane County. In case you’re new to Oregon, this would increase taxes on your property, the cost of your rental and/or the cost of doing business. Let’s keep in mind that these public agencies come knocking every 50 years or so for money to upgrade their homes.

            I’ll bet that Eugene Skinner never envisioned how complicated life would become in Lane County when he took out a land claim at the foot of Skinner Butte in 1846.  



            Surprised me.

            Fooled me.

            Struck without provocation.

            Heartless, unfair,  unforgiving.

            When the battle ended, I lay helpless, crying for survival.

            The swift battle not only interrupted my day, but my week, maybe my life forever.

            Why must life be so unfair, especially when you least expect being blindsided by disaster?

            You’ve been a good boy: eaten your cornflakes ever morning, helped with the dishes and continued to follow the Boy Scout motto nearly ever day of your life. That is if you don’t’ count the time I joined other farm boys who tipped over a neighbor’s outhouse on Halloween Eve.

            My recent challenge was not completely unexpected because the perpetrator had been stalking victims around town for a couple of weeks. Meanwhile, precautions had been taken to avoid such reckless disregard for a person’s wellbeing.

            But the bully struck at midnight Sunday.

            My first thoughts were: Why didn’t my flu vaccine protect me as it had for the past century? Fortunately, my wife escaped being a victim. Next time I want the same batch of flu vaccine that she receives.

            My momma always told me to look on the bright side of life, which I discovered when I stepped on the scales this morning.

            I’ve dropped five pounds, which I picked up since entering this retirement home seven months ago and began ordering yummie desserts and ice cream after noon and evening meals.

            Which if I were to paraphrase Shakespeare, the lesson I learned might read something like this: “He who steals my purse, even my good name, steals nothing, ’twas nothing, ‘tis nothing when compared to an unwelcome gastronomic reminder to quit eating so much ice cream.”