Fandango’s Friday Flashback — February 14

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 14th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on February 14, 2016 in my old blog. I posted it a few days after Bernie Sanders soundly beat Hillary Clinton by a margin of more than 22% in the popular vote in the 2016 New Hampshire Democratic presidential primary. Bernie was declared the winner of this year’s New Hampshire primary this past Tuesday, albeit in a much tighter race. When I reread this post, I realized that I feel the same way now as I did exactly four years ago today.

I Like Bernie Sanders, But….

BernieI really like Bernie Sanders. But I have to say, as a practical and pragmatic individual, I am hoping that he doesn’t earn the nomination as the standard bearer for the Democratic Party in this year’s presidential election.

And now that Bernie achieved a surprising “virtual tie” in Iowa and won big in New Hampshire this past Tuesday, it’s conceivable that he might just end up being the Democratic nominee.

But Is he electable in the general election?

Bernie describes himself as a “Democratic Socialist.” But the words “socialist” and “socialism” in the United States have very negative connotations. In fact, a lot of Americans find the idea of socialism downright scary.

Of course, they’re thinking of the old USSR, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, as well as of the classic definition of socialism, which is:

A political and economic theory of social organization that advocates that the means of production, distribution, and exchange should be owned or regulated by the community as a whole.

Of course, “community” in the concept of national socioeconomic systems, equates to “government.” And the Republican candidates — surprise, surprise — are milking those fears of socialism and “government control” over a wide swath of our society for all they’re worth. They’re claiming that the Democrats in general, and Bernie Sanders in particular, want to turn the United States into a European socialist nation like Sweden or Denmark.

Or, perish the thought, France.

But in truth, Sanders’ version of Democratic Socialism is not your grandfather’s socialism. Sanders’ approach doesn’t favor or promote government ownership of specific industries. It’s actually oriented around stronger regulations and trying to make sure that the private sector works for the benefit of everyone, and not just for a the very wealthy, or the so-called One Percenters.

Yet while I embrace many of his strategies for economic and political reform, I just don’t think the American voting public is ready for Bernie’s brand of Democratic Socialism.

On top of being a self-declared Democratic Socialist, Bernie is a Brooklyn Jew. He says he is not actively practicing his Jewish religion, but is, instead, Jewish by heritage and culture rather than by religious beliefs. Some suggest that he is agnostic, or worse, an atheist.

We’ve never had a Jewish president in this country. We’ve never had a non-Christian, non-religious president in this country, much less someone who is thought to be either agnostic or atheist.

So when it comes to the 2016 general election, not only do I think the American voting public is not ready for “Democratic Socialism,” I don’t think that mostly-Christian America is ready for an agnostic/atheist Jewish Democratic Socialist as president.

I’m just saying….

One-Month Anniversary Dinner

french-candadian-pork-pie-robbinsWe’d been going out for about a month and things were going great. She was smart, attractive, and once we finally got around to doing it, the sex was fantastic.

For our one-month anniversary she announced that she was taking me to the finest French restaurant in town. She told me that the chef at the place had been awarded the coveted Michelin three star designation for the past three years in a row.

She had planned the night down to the last detail. She ordered in advance the apéritifs and appetizers, the wine, and the main course, as well as the deserts and the digestifs.

Everything was going along swimmingly until it came time for the main course. The waiter came to our table and put down the entrées in front of us. I’ll admit they looked and smelled delicious. “Mmm,” I said to my girlfriend. “What do you call this dish?”

“It’s actually the specialty of the house,” she said. “It’s a French-Canadian tourtière.”

“A tourtière?” I said. “It looks like a pie.”

“It is. It’s a pork pie.”

“Oh,” I said.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, a look of concern on her face.

“Well, I thought you knew,” I responded. “I’m Jewish. I don’t eat pork.”

Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are pork pie, French, and chef.

Mild Weather

3DE78C0C-8F15-4F23-A228-8F3832DF0AEB“Dad, it’s not the same. I hate it here,” whined Jimmy.

“Me too,” chimed in Marcia.

Helen gave Charlie an I-told-you-so look. Charlie shrugged and then addressed his kids. “What’s not to love about Cancun?” He asked. “The weather is perfect, sunny and mild. The beaches are pristine, and the water is crystal clear. “Jimmy, how can you hate this place?”

Jimmy folded his arms across his chest. Marcia looked at her older brother and copied his defiant stance. “Tomorrow is Christmas. Where’s the snow? Where are our sleds? This hotel room doesn’t have a chimney. We don’t even have a Christmas tree in this room.”

Marcia began to sob. “I bet Santa won’t be able to find us here. He’ll go to our house in Maryland and no one will be home. He won’t get his milk and cookies.”

“And we won’t get our Christmas presents,” complained Jimmy.

Charlie gave Helen a helpless look. He then looked over at Jimmy and Marcia. “Kids, we’re Jewish, you know that, right? We celebrate Hanukkah, not Christmas.”

Jimmy burst out laughing. “I know, Dad. I’m just bustin’ your chops.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “mild.”