Perspective, 2 December, 2016:  I can understand and appreciate opposing someone on the basis of their views or plans, their ideas and intent.  A few of the Republicans objected to President Obama's policies but were willing to work and listen.  Sadly, very few.  Rather tough at the beginning of a term to hear that the other party's main goal is to ruin, hinder, impede, destroy everything you propose.  There's an example of putting nation ahead of party, right.  Don't equate then with now.  I dont mind disagreeing over policies.  In fact, I welcome it.  What is going on today isnt this.  Nor is it sore losers.  It is being concerned with a president-elect's utter lack of moral character, a weak and scared man bereft of any sense of honor or integrity. 
Rant, 1 December, 2016:  watching the victory thank you lap speech in Ohio -- my God, thank you Trump voters for electing suich an smug ass  as President.  Such statesmanship, such decorum, such grace, such intelligence.  What a fricking asshole.  And I really am trying to pray for him to be the kind of leader we need.  Prayers for him to stop lying, stop insulting, stop demanding adulation.  I am so ashamed.  

Whimsy, 29 November:  I swear if Trump keeps this up, I'm going to end up burning a US flag and becoming Muslim...just to see what happens...
My 28 November, 2016 whimsy:  Ah, what a joy to listen to our president-elect, the hypocrite-in-chief.  I really can't call him an outright liar (liar-in -chief) because he's so delusional he actually believes what he says.  Would someone please help him pull on his big boy pants.  I swear, were I a clinician, it'd be tempted to diagnose the man we elected as a narcissistic sociopath.  That's comforting, right?   No doubt the Russian mob is snickering too...


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Danville News Column
Robert John Andrews
Friday, December 2, 2016
“A Special Season”
Word Count:  750

If you’re smart, when someone asks you if you love them, say “no.”   

Guess what happens when you tell someone you love them.  You lose yourself.  You have to start acting loving toward them.   You’re no longer your own. Thank God.  

 It means you will, out of love, do things you don’t want to do:  cut your lover’s toenails, clean your child’s soiled bottom, hold hands when  chemotherapy begins.   Poet John Donne wrote:  “Without outward declarations who can conclude of an inward love.”

Love sure cramps your style, right?  Bummer.  If you say you love, you must show love.  

How is old love different from young love?   

Do you remember when you fell in love so desperately, so youthful, lustful, and desperate, you didn't think you could live without him or her in your life?   When you age, it gradually dawns on you that you can live without him or her in your life, even when you don’t want to.   Must old age concede to an evaporation of the thrill, adventure, discovery of young love?  Or does the passion simply become less reckless, less abandoned?  I don’t think I am ready for comfortable.   When does bar-hopping at night get replaced by discounted appetizers late afternoon?

Someone sang once:   “It is just all around, unplanned, unpredictable , all encompassing , at night in bed and when you wake up. Those days of no reservations or hesitations?   You have to love yourself before you can love that special person, that special person who you may never find.  If you are lucky… loving just happens and overwhelms.  Thrill and adventure will never end, if you love a person's being and self.”

Let us make it so that “snow on the roof means fire in the furnace!”  

Now that I'm a pensioner, now that Social Security has mailed (yes, mailed) me official notification informing me what allotment I shall receive starting January, I’m in a brooding mood.  One loony aspect about being a pensioner is that now I can bore you with "I remember when."   I can drone on with "lost in let's remember."  Is this how every generation feels?

I remember when a bottle of soda was a treat.

I remember waiting for a letter.  

I remember having to ride my bike to the library to explore Dewey Decimal if I wanted to find an answer.

I remember when we discovered the defroster sufficiently warmed up a baby bottle, how on holidays never a gas station nor McDonalds was open.   

I remember when you got full size Three Musketeers at Halloween, when a few old folks (amongst whom I’m now registered, thank you very much “Logan's Run”) would distribute pennies after they ran out.  

I remember when “The Wizard of Oz” was broadcasted only, only ever, on Easter Day, ramping up anticipation.   How long did it take you to realize the farm hands were Scarecrow, Tin Man, Cowardly Lion?  It took me three Easters.  

I also remember when The Million Dollar Movie could be seen three times every day for the entire week (a jackpot when it was a gripping science fiction thriller like "Them" -- “shoot the antennae, shoot the antennae!!!!”).  

I remember the debut of Boris Karloff narrating “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” on TV, singing along: "you're a mean one, Mr. Grinch".  

Careful now, Bob, lest nostalgia spiral you into a seasonal funk.  

My goodness, it was all so special.  Special because it was all so infrequent, inaccessible.  You had to wait.  Yes, patience required.  You had to wait.   Especially with lovers.  

Has it become less special today or just different special?

I still recommend, as a sign of modern times, how the ideal Christmas ornament would be a person flattened to death by the Black Friday sales rush.  Come on now, the real war on Christmas (sorry Hannity) isn’t the liberal media (whatever that is), the real war on Christmas is waged by Walmart, Best Buy, Macy’s.   My wife describes Hallmark Christmas specials as about beautiful white people whose troubled Christmases predictably, insufferably, end up happy white Christmases (pun intended).   

I’ve been enchanted recently with the ‘Advent Conspiracy’ movement for awakening something special:  Worship Fully, Spend Less, Give More, Love All.  

Still, I do wonder what is special today to young people.  What will they remember as special?  I really want to hear from young people:  what do you find special, astonishing, surprising, that for which you get so ruddy with anticipation you jump and itch and cannot sleep at night?  

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Blurb (Trump Era Day One):  Well, the Russian mob is smiling.  Any body interested in taking bets on how long it lasts?  And who will turn on him first when he fails to bail out their lives?  

Yes, I am ashamed of my country right now.   Oh, I've had many reasons in the past to be ashamed of my nation, but nothing like today.  We are such a laughingstock in the world of nations.   But I must not give into the very kind of blame and mockery of those who voted for Trump that he would and has toward others.   We must love.  Trump is our creation and a judgment on our society.   

Well, I had to accept the abomination of the presidencies of Reagan and Bush, I guess I will have to stomach this one.  Okay, this can be fun.  I began my adult life taking on fools in Government (Nixon), I can finish my career doing the same.  Good thing I'm leaving the pulpit.  This is a wake-up call for us to refuse to be complacent and we have been.  No more racism, sexism, jingoism.  Time for us to hit the streets.  Too many of us counted on a weak leader to carry our water.   Time for us to grab all the buckets we can carry.  We must hold Trump and his voters accountable!  Besides, as my wife says, intoning her English side, we get what we deserve.  

And no doubt, the Democrats in Congress will treat Trump with as much collaboration, collegiality, respect, and decorum as the Republicans treated President Obama.  We are reeling from the fruits of Newt Gingrich and his destruction of government by the refusal to treat the other party as equally interested in fostering the best for our nation.    

Remember: it is one thing to drain swamps, it is another thing to build something there -- what, more casinos?  I always have viewed casino owners no different than heroin dealers.
Remember:  Trump's election will be very telling.  It is about time we got honest about who America really is so we can recover who Americans are meant to be.  

Blurb/Rant (November 1):  My father would have still voted for Nixon, stalwart Republican that Dad was.  But I am sure he and even Reagan would vomit in disgust with what the team of Trump/Bannon is doing to their party and this country.   You got to believe the Russian mob is smiling.  

Blurb (October 26):  It sometimes takes a bump on the head for me to figure things out.  One of the real benefits of Trump smarmy attitude toward women and his sleazy behavior toward women is the potential awakening of young girls to demand more respect.  I know I haven't been the most respectful myself toward women.   But I'm trying.  It isn't the Kardashians young girls should admire, but the Hillary's, the Elizabeth Warrens, even Kellyanne Conway.  Boys:  take note -- you must respect girls.  Girls:  you just might wish to carry a razor blade wherever you go.
Blurb (October 17):  Hillary:  a low grade fever.  Trump:  an infarction.  Hillary:  New York Times, Washington Post, Dallas Morning Expressing.  Trump:  supermarket tabloids.  I'd be ashamed to vote for him.  Would love to be challenged outside the voting poll.  My Jersey will come out.  All the vitriol (including mine) is proving the need for the Thanksgiving Service we''ve planned as an affirmation of our unity as citizens and our process of the constitutional exchnage of power.   

Blurb (October 13):  Very curious number one:  this Republican anger at government for failing them, failing to solve their problems -- I always thought the Republicans tenet was wanting government to butt out so that we are to solve our own problems.  

Very curious number two:  Donald accusing Bill for being unfit for doing what Donald has done...

Bob's Blurb (October 11):  So sad and so pathetic is Trump.  He's also a walking disaster, but fortunately I have such confidence and pride in the United States that we will be able to learn from his candidacy and be the better for the sickness he exposes.  That folks actually would vote for him strains credulity, given how un-American and un-gentlemanly he is.  Without honor.  He attacks Bill Clinton as being unqualified by alleging the same behavior that he actually exhibits.  I don't get it.    Being a pragmatic voter myself, I find those who wish to clothe themselves in garments of virtue in voting for third party candidates to be a tad prissy and holier than thou...  And let's do our best to avoid being fascinated by the spiritual gymnastics of the conservative/neolithic evangelical branch in supporting him, he who contradicts everything they hold dear and sacred.  

Bob Blurb:  it is one thing to use the legal system to default and never pay taxes, it is another thing to still maintain a life of opulence, induilgence, and excess.  My parents couldn't and didn't when their business struggled and failed.  They had to sell the homestead and close the business and move in with my sister and her family.  They suffered.  It is one thing to point out Trump's bankruptcies and tax forms, it is another to ask why did he lack the moral character, let alone decency, to live within his means?   We work, we pay, we do what we have to... he didn't and he doesn't.  My father, a life-long Republican, would be ashamed about about the sycophants in the Republican party today...

Cool.  My talk on 'The Other Side of the Coin -- the Life of the Danville Mill Worker' is now on Youtube, courtesy of Van Wagner.






Nathaniel's Call available for purchase! 

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Nathaniel's Call by Robert John Andrews 


The Presbyterian Writers Guild has selected the Rev. Robert John Andrews, a pastor in Danville, Pa., to receive its prestigious Presbyterian Publishing Corporation First Book Award for 2014 for his novel set in the Civil War, Nathaniel’s Call.

Andrews’ book ― self-published in 2012 ― was selected from among 17 entries in a variety of genres to receive the biennial award, given in Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) General Assembly years to the best first book by a Presbyterian writer during the past two years. The PPC First Book Award winner is recognized at the Presbyterian Writers Guild’s General Assembly luncheon, which this year will be Thursday, June 19 in Detroit.

Jane Hines of Nashville ― retired director of communications for the Synod of Living Waters and chair of the PPC First Book Award Committee ― said, “Several genres are represented in the 17 books we received (teen science fiction, memoirs, poetry, young adult fiction, novels, journals, dissertation re-writes).  We were just looking for the best writing in any category and found it in Nathaniel’s Call.

As a Nashville-based committee comprised of Southerners, Hines added, “we don't think it will be a best-seller in Vicksburg and Richmond, but we see Nathaniel's Call as a splendid example of the art of writing.”