During the Presidential debate the other night the inevitable question was eventually asked. I have to say the answers were much as expected, exactly as scripted, and while “correct,” each candidate missed a golden opportunity. “On January 21, what will be the first thing you will do as President?” Most of the world’s problems made the list, immigration, climate change, wealth inequality, you get the picture. It was never mind that almost none of the things listed could be solved by an executive order, their hearts were in the right place. But no one hit the real mark. Ask me and the answer’s simple. My first act as President is to appoint the official White House herpetologist. It is a two for one appointment, after all. I get someone who can help me deal with Congress, members of both the Senate and House. But better still, when it hits the fan, and we all know it will, repeatedly, I have an expert who can explain that yet again, it is all the snake’s fault. That one has worked since Adam, and even the evangelicals and Catholics must agree on that one.
I suppose it is oddly fitting that
I was born in the continental U.S.
but can claim no state as home.
I was a Federal child, and that
meant nothing at all to me, a child who
left town at two after a father’s death,
a sister reclaimed by the government,
which was no State, just a Federal
enclave, and we all know how bad
things are inside the Beltway, those
trapped there are denied even the small
joy of self governing, waiting for Congress.
But I was an adoptee, stateless
in heritage from birth, so that was
a familiar condition, until the moment
my DNA took voice, and I suddenly
had two heritages, fully mine and
my mother’s cherished Mountain State to boot