Like most writers, I’m a voracious reader.  I treasure books, love to dive into them.  I’m a fan of I Love to Write Day Nov. 15.  Speaking of diving, I once read the complete works of Irish playwright George Bernard Shaw through prism glasses while lying flat on my back in hospital.  After working one day as an Atlantic City, NJ lifeguard, I dove from my lifeboat into the ocean, my head struck a sandbar, and I broke my neck.  Several long months later, thank God, I fully recovered.  

Today, I’m diving into news, consuming content from left and right media, continually sifting through that vast Rotunda library, the Internet, for meaningful, inspiring, but often perplexing, infuriating, and recently some revolting hush money content just to stay uncomfortably informed watching modern day Hatfields & McCoys battle it out for that highfalutin office, the Presidency.

Today I’m wondering if that surreal 34 counts of felony convictions against former President Trump is going to be synonymous with incredulousness, skepticism, and doubt.  Will we soon be hearing people say:

Did that really happen or are you thirty-four-ing me?    Tell me the truth, don't 34 me.   

I promise, I'll never 34 you!    

Go 34 yourself!!!

At home I have this personal Presidential Library on display featuring letters I’ve received from Presidents of the United States, including a personal handwritten note from former President George H. W. Bush dated 10/26/00.  No, I’m not 34ing you.  He’s right there beside his two sons in my potpourri.  

We were staying in the same hotel one night outside of Philadelphia and guess who had the Presidential suite.  I was so embarrassed when I saw the secret service outside the door of the suite across the hall and quickly wrote a note offering to exchange suites and gave it to one of the agents.  The President wrote back saying I should stay put but urged me to vote for his sons “George in November” and Jeb “two years from now.” 

My Presidential Potpourri starts ironically on the far left with former Vice President Mike Pence’s book “So Help Me God,” for which I wrote a review citing its pluses and minuses, and so help me, his ups and downs.

Next to it is a book by a staunch critic of his and a good friend of mine, Peter Ticktin, a prominent attorney client of my PR firm, TransMedia Group.

Peter wrote “What Makes Trump Tick” about the time when he and the former President were 18-year-old cadets together at the New York Military Academy and sadly Trump now faces the possibility of donning a bracelet he would not want to wear to Mar-a-Lago parties, which is destressing millions of Americans who want to see him reelected.  

To the far right on the other end of the spectrum is a book by my lawyer friend Larry Klaman, “It Takes a Revolution.”  To some judges in DC, lawsuit-laden Larry, founder of Judicial Watch and Freedom Watch, is a walking revolution demanding justice in no uncertain terms that sometimes makes courtrooms cantankerous.   

Next to it is a coffee cup I brought back from one of my inspiring trips to our Nation’s Capital.

Instead of black coffee, bubbling over inside is a beautiful redheaded mermaid whom I found washed up on the beach during one of my daily walks.  Her loveliness now attracts a curious dragon seahorse’s attention. 

Driving across my presidential runway is a delivery truck from a place from where I come, the news media, represented by The New York Times.  The truck is wearing underwater goggles as the newspaper is forever bottom fishing for headlines and breaking news that especially break right legs.  

FACT: The Times once printed speeches I wrote for big muckamuck clients the government was after as it’s always unseating someone it sees too big for their britches.

This might be how Biden’s DOJ and various prosecutors today think and blink at what they see as Trump’s links and hijinks, but methinks it’s more political tiddlywinks, a soupçon of hoodwinks, and now this latest surreal 34 counts of felony convictions against Trump, omg!  

Oh, and there’s a pamphlet containing the Declaration of Independence there leaning against letters to me from Biden to keep him from falling.  

Anyway, that’s my story behind my Presidential Library and I’m sticking to it but be careful.

While friendly Uncle Sam waves, somewhere in that hive there are solders shooting at peeping-Tom seahorses and news-hounding dinosaurs I don’t know from which political parties as everything’s so cockeyed today.