Carole Simpson

Trump’s Gotta Go, Gotta Go

Oct 2, 2019 | Something. To. Say., Trump | 0 comments

Trump’s Gotta Go, Gotta Go

Hello Everybody. I have something to say about our impeachable President.

He’s gotta go, folks; he’s gotta go. For three years Trump has been traipsing around the United States and all over the world doing and saying what he damned well pleased. And he’s wandering around the White House watching TV and trying to govern by Twitter. I don’t need to go through the litany of things he has done wrong, like being crude, corrupt and nasty.

But now he’s been gotten. He’s been stopped in his tracks.  An intelligence official has blown the whistle, reporting to Congress that Trump abused his power as president and that there is proof. The House of Representatives is now moving full speed ahead and Donald Trump is on a fast track toward impeachment.

But I don’t think he should wait for impeachment. (I believe he will be impeached if it gets that far.)  I have another suggestion. Donald Trump should resign. 

If he just removed himself from office, it would save the government the money it will take for the House to investigate and for the Senate to put him on trial. It would save the public from going through the agony of having Washington focused on Trump instead of focused on “we the people.” Mr. Trump is a bad man. It’s time now for him to “Get Out.”

That’s it.

Children’s Climate Crusade

Sep 26, 2019 | Activism, Climate Change, Something. To. Say. | 0 comments

Children’s Climate Crusade

Hello Everybody.  I have something to say about climate change and our children.

      I don’t know about you, but I was thrilled to see kids all over the world united in a global protest of climate change.  Four million children from countries on every continent and from all 50 states in America, put aside their video games and smartphones and flooded the streets.

       The kids demanded that government leaders around the world do something to stop the warming of the planet because they fear it could be uninhabitable by the time they grow up.

        Then I realized, they probably marched for nothing. World leaders who could do something about climate change probably looked at the demonstrations and thought, “Oh, how sweet. The kids are worried about climate change.” And that’s about as far as their interest will probably go.

        Don’t you know the powers that be don’t listen to children?  They don’t vote. They don’t have big money to spread around to politicians. They don’t run big corporations. They don’t run anything. But on the issue of climate change, they look a lot smarter than many politicians.

    One of the signs the kids carried during their march read: “You know it’s time for change when the children act like leaders and the leaders act like children.”

That’s it for now.

Biden Bites Black Hands Feeding Him

Sep 17, 2019 | 2020 Election, Something. To. Say. | 0 comments

Biden Bites Black Hands Feeding Him

Hello, Everybody. I have something to say about Joe Biden.

Vice President Biden, in the last Democratic debate, made some more statements insulting African Americans. People may have missed them because of the attention paid to Biden’s use of the archaic term, “record player.” Here’s what got overlooked. Biden had been asked about the legacy of slavery on African Americans today.  

He proceeded to insinuate that black parents don’t know how to raise their kids, that they need help, like from social workers. This, after saying in a previous debate, that he was against busing for school desegregation.  And that after saying he worked well with southern Senators, who were staunch segregationists.

Biden’s string of insensitive remarks are deeply concerning to many black Americans, who make up a voting bloc which overwhelmingly supports him for President.

But he had better watch his words when he talks about Black Americans. Being Barack Obama’s vice president won’t be enough for them to forget his many racial slights this year, when it comes time to vote next year.

Zip It on the Ailments, Old Folks!

Sep 13, 2019 | Health, Something. To. Say. | 0 comments

Zip It on the Ailments, Old Folks!

Hello, Everybody. I have something to say about old people’s complaints about getting old. It’s boring.

      Who wants to hear all about their aches and pains, and operations and what the doctors said? I know—it’s very important to them, but not to the rest of us. Now, I’m not talking about people with life-threatening diseases that most people would want to know about. I’m talking about visiting or calling up a friend and having them talk only about the things that hurt. Their knees, their hips, their stomach, their back. That’s all they want to talk about.

      Lately, I’ve been hearing complaints from all kinds of friends and relations. I guess it’s because there are more older people alive today than ever in our history. The 74 million baby boomers are getting old and, by God, they’re going to tell you about it. But if they don’t start talking about things other than their pains, people will avoid them and stop calling or visiting. Then the old folks will be lonely, and they’ll complain about that.

      Aging is inevitable, universal and terminal. It is what it is. So, you may as well make the most of it and stop your belly aching. Nobody wants to hear it.

See you next time.

Bye-Bye Baby

Aug 27, 2019 | Family, Something. To. Say. | 0 comments

Bye-Bye Baby

Hello everybody. I have something to say about sons who get married.

         Our family is heading to Los Angeles in a few days to attend the wedding of my Baby Boy to a perfectly lovely California girl. But I am feeling a little melancholy. He’s 38 years old and it’s time, but he’s still my Baby Boy. I feel like he’s abandoning me for another woman. I know, that’s stupid.

        I gave him my all. I taught him to walk and to talk and to read. I potty-trained him and made him get his homework in on time. His father and I were like hawks when it came to high school parties. He never gave us any trouble and he’s now a successful Hollywood talent manager representing directors and screenwriters. But he is still my Baby Boy.

        No one was more excited than I when he announced he was getting married to his long-time girlfriend. She’s a professional woman in the movie industry, has a great personality and she’s a knockout redhead. We have traveled and celebrated holidays with her. She fits in very well. What more could a mother want for her Baby Boy?

         The wedding, I’m sure, will be lovely. And I’ll be happy. But you know what would make me really happy?  For my Baby Boy and his wife to have some babies soon. This Grandma can’t wait for more baby boys and baby girls.

See you next time.

Unfashionable Summer

Aug 15, 2019 | Something. To. Say. | 0 comments

Unfashionable Summer

Hello Everybody. I have something to say about how people dress in the summertime. I don’t know if you have traveled by air lately. But I was stuck at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport and I had time to sit and just look at people passing by and most of them looked bad.

I want to be comfortable like anyone else while traveling on a plane. I understand the desire to shed suits and ties and dresses and heels, but I think the traveling public has taken casual, way too far.

I want to start with the men. I know I’m generalizing but a majority were in tank tops and shorts with hairy arms, hairy legs and hairy backs on display, and a gazillion tattoos amidst the fur on their bodies. And you could hear them clomping down the concourse, slap, slap, their naked feet in rubber flip flops. Not a pretty sight. There was a sea of baseball caps, baseball caps everywhere. I always thought they looked best on baseball players. A couple of macho men sported straw cowboy hats and I don’t think they were flying to Wyoming.

The ladies did not escape my prying eyes. Like the men they had parts of their bodies exposed for all to see.  There were teenage and college-age girls wearing short shorts and you could see their butt cheeks hanging out.  And hanging out in front of women of many ages, were “the girls.” Too much of the girls was hanging out.  Belly buttons and love handles, better left unseen, were poking out from under tube tops and cropped shirts. Let me not forget the plus-size women squeezed into leggings so tight they seemed they would burst at any moment.

I’m not beyond criticism. You probably hate this colorful blouse I am wearing. But I can hardly wait for colder weather when everybody has to cover themselves up to stay warm. Everybody will look a whole lot better.

See you next time.

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Good Riddance to Sarah Huckabee Sanders

Jun 25, 2019 | Bad Behavior, Politics, Republicans, Something. To. Say., Women | 0 comments

Good Riddance to Sarah Huckabee Sanders

Hello Everybody.

I have something to say about Sarah Huckabee Sanders. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. Yes, go home to Arkansas because all you did was make the job of White House PressSecretary a mockery. Only three women have held that vaunted position, but you took it and destroyed it.

Oh, I know her beloved President Trump, was behind it because he hates the press. But she marched in lockstep with him. And who suffered the most? The American people she swore to serve.

She was supposed to give on a daily basis, pertinent and truthful information to the White House press corps so they could in turn, report the news to the public. But she just stopped talking to the press in any formal way and left that to the President. She used the White House driveway to dribble out a few answers to waiting reporters. And the worst? She lied.

Trump thinks she should run for governor of Arkansas. It is one of the poorest, hungriest and least educated states in the country. Sarah—got any good ideas on improving Arkansas? I didn’t think so. So long Sarah, Huckabee Sanders, and thanks for nothing.

 

Welcome to My New Vlog

Jun 15, 2019 | Something. To. Say. | 0 comments

Welcome to My New Vlog

Hello, I’m Carole Simpson.  Welcome to my new video blog that I call W.O.W.—an acronym for Wise Old Woman. You may remember me as the anchor of the weekend news on ABC, or maybe as the first woman and first minority to moderate a presidential debate.

Why do I think I’m wise? Because I’ve been a television journalist for more than 40 years. I have traveled to 48 of the 50 states and 70 countries on five continents. I have covered death row inmates and heads of state, 4 presidents and Nobel scientists. When I watch what’s happening in our country, I sometimes I want to scream from the rafters. Better I should express my opinions, analysis, and criticism on a video blog.

I retired from teaching college this year, at age 78. It was suggested I might want to spend the rest of my life in warm and sunny Florida. Not me. As I fought race and sex discrimination, I have been fighting ageism. Older women have been shunted aside by our culture. It’s been said that an old woman could steal everything she wanted from a grocery store and nobody would have seen her.  Women over 65 are invisible in our society. But that is changing because older women are working into their seventies and remaining active in civic and public life.

Our voices need to be heard. I hope you will listen to mine. A different take on the issues of the day.  WOW. Check it out.