To survive as a nation, our President can’t function as a disinterested international arbitrator. He can’t attempt to stand above America and our enemies. In other words, America needs a Commander in Chief, not a Global Community Organizer.
If he returned to Saul “Hardball” Alinsky dealing with domestic capitalistic leaders, he would learn how to deal with international bad guys. Trouble is, he’s been raised on thinking we’re them.
At Ridgeland pool (not Rehm), they give everyone a wrist band to i-d you beyond the ticket counter. Why? Because some have been sneaking in — not at Rehm apparently and (I say) not septuagenarian season-pass-holders. I dump mine at the first trash receptacle, but kids don’t, I presume, lest they be nailed for sneakers-in.
They climb over the fence, I have thought, the sneakers-in. Ridgeland has one that is reachable from atop heavy trash containers at its southeast corner, where Ridgeland Avenue meets the viaduct.
I was wrong, and clapped my forehead in amazement at my own stupidity in the matter: they get in through the northwest entrance, to the jumbo-size indoor soccer field, where kids are trooping in and out all the time, and soccer-camp (or other) counselors can hardly keep track.
This I realized today, seeing a boy 11 or 12 years old slip into the near-empty locker room as I was finishing dressing, 2 p.m. or so. He took in the scene as soon as he entered, then tried out his way to the pool through the shower area.
A few minutes later, after I looked over the soccer field and far entrance, I spotted him and two buddies confabbing at the locker-room door, none of them wrist-banded. The only way would have been through that soccer-field door.
It’s easy if you know how.
Blithe Spirit 