Blame it on the Freemasons

    When the vote to reopen the government ended in the House of Representatives last night a woman staffer grabbed a microphone and as she was rudely escorted from the hall she imparted to the crowd snippets of her religious beliefs along with epithets against the Freemasons. When the overseers of an institution act like inmates it is not surprising that the inmates become the normal ones.

    In the context of threats to burn down our home because the grass on the front lawn is too high, the unnecessary game of Russian Roulette, the un-Sparticus-like insurrectional side show with no popcorn, the silly circle twerck, the infamous act of extortion---in fact, the whole sixteen day un-deodorized full monty peep show---Dianne Reidy might have been the only sane one, the sober canary who rightfully ended the shutdown debacle and ushered her overseers out before they could do any more damage to themselves or the country.

    I am not sure why Dianne Reidy chose the Freemasons and I didn't know too much about them even though my Dad was a 32 degree Mason and Shriner.( I carelessly link all Masons together.)  One night a week he and his buddies would drop their poker game at the Elks Club and meet in secret at the Masonic Lodge and when I once asked him what the purpose of a little red pin on his lapel was, he said, "I got that for telling the truth."

    My Dad's Masonic ring is stashed somewhere, and while it is gold and has a diamond and rubies I wasn't sure if it had any value and spurred by the comments of Ms. Reidy, I googled the Freemasons only to find out that there is a rowdy, somewhat Christian-based war of words and picketing campaign against the Freemasons. I'm surprised that Dr. Ben Carson didn't use the Freemasons in his Obamacare analogy instead of "Slavery". It seems that in addition to subverting our Constitution, controlling the banks, and instigating the Ku Klux Klan, the Freemasons are the arch enemies of Christendom itself. No doubt Obamacare is worse than the Freemasons.

    What I can remember about the Shriners is my Dad marching in his Fez down Main Street(the Muslims were just gaining a foothold in Xenia) and that the organization seemed to do some good for others, like staging a Circus (that's relevant) and rounding up "underprivileged" kids to take there. On one such occasion we drove in Dad's 2-door Pontiac to the "other side" of town to pick up some kids. I was about ten and because we lived out in the country I had not spent a lot of time over "there". We were looking at about a four hour drive over to Columbus, my Dad was stashing a bunch of kids in the back seat (no seat belts), and a gangly black teenage girl about twice my size sidled in next to me on the front seat. I slid over under the steering wheel and out of the car, telling my Dad I really didn't want to sit next to her. He took my arm and said, "Get your ass back in there". My Dad had that adult side to him and I might have learned something about manners, and race. I had one of the best times of my life.

    I have to admit that some of the really sad things about the shutdown spectacle were the overt racial ploys of some folks. The waving of the Confederate flag in front of the White House and the hideous language used there was unfortunately not surprising. Nor was it surprising that demagogues like the junior senator from Texas, a beneficiary of Goldman Sachs, did not condemn such regrettable actions of others. I suppose I was fortunate not to have been subjected to prejudice in my family growing up. I never heard a racial slur from either of my parents. My Dad was born in a dirt-floored cabin in Pike County, Kentucky and had no formal education. His only issue was with the Catholics who could go to confession---something I linked to some of his nefarious activities at the Elk's Club. Both my parents worked for Jewish business owners, one of whom helped my Dad lift himself from factory assembly worker to successful real estate developer. I never knew that Jews should be excluded from anything until I got to college and partook of some secret elections.(I cannot reveal any heritage in the Freemason movement).

    Going forward I do have some positive feelings. We older folks are phasing out and being replaced by younger ones who hopefully will not view their own resentments and life regrets as having any relation to any nefarious group, be it the Freemasons or other racial groups. I have hope that poor children who didn't ask to be brought into this world will not be used as pawns in a scandalous political exercise.

    I hope that at least for the short term the "right wing" in Washington won't repeat the self-demeaning spectacle of shutting down the government and pushing our country and the world into an economic and financial crises for the selfish reasons of getting their own way and protecting their own government largesse. As for Dianne Reidy, the quizzical commentator of the strange spectacle of adults congratulating themselves for not burning down their own house, I hope that she will live a free and prosperous life.


    All I can say was the Republicans in the House behaved like nuts.  She was just a different kind of nut.

    Thanks, Trk. You'd think this woman would stay under wraps at least 48 hours to give my little blog theme a chance to breathe---but no, she has already reached out to Faux News and I suppose will be paraded around in the ongoing media circus.

    When doing genealogical research, I discovered that one of my great-grand-uncles from Ohio, a man named Isadore Burgoon, was a 32nd degree mason and that one of my ancestors in that line, also a mason, built the first brick building in Ohio.  Isadore was a friend and supporter of Rutherford B. Hayes, who was also from Ohio and a member of the electoral college that gave Hayes the Presidency by one vote.

    That, and what I learned about freemasons in my high school history class was about all I knew about masons, until about a dozen years ago, when I got to talking with a NYC bus driver.   I used to take the 14th St. crosstown bus to get to and from my place of work down on Avenue A.   One day I was sitting up front, and the bus was pretty much empty and the driver and I got into a conversation.  He asked me if I was a lawyer.  After a good laugh, I told him that I was an office manager.  He told me that he had seen me going to work every day with my briefcase and assumed I was a lawyer. He said he had also noticed my struggling due to my disability and admired my perserverance.  He handed me a pamphlet and asked if I had ever heard of this group.  It was the masons.  He explained that he was a member and that there was a group that met nearby and would I be interested in coming to a meeting.  I told him I would give it some thought.  He explained that the group was all about helping others.  I suspect he had an idea that I could be helped by the group's insurance rate.  I was curious, but feeling a bit wary of everything at the time, and never followed up on it, but now I wonder what it would have been like had I explored the opportunity. 

    It also made me wonder if that is how they normally recruit new members.

    Anyway, that's my freemason connections.


    Thanks, Smith, what a great piece of history. I love stories like that. And there you have it, since the election of Hayes, the Freemasons have been controlling our elections---right up until the present when they secretly swung the election of our Muslim president, Barack Obama.

     ( my grandfather was a mason, small m, and my mother once pointed out all of the brick buildings he had built around small towns in Western Iowa)

    I'm not aware of any overt recruitment by the Masons but there is a guy working at Home Depot who is even older than I am who mentioned he was a Mason and I may have missed a cue. I talk with the guy ever so often and we exchange stories of our knee arthroscopy (or, if you will, arthur-scopies) Since I don't know what to do with the ring and don't want to dishonor my Dad my selling it, maybe I'll just give it to the guy and ask him to find a good home for it. Then again, I could sell it and donate the money to a food bank or the local Head Start School.

    ( my grandfather was a mason, small m, and my mother once pointed out all of the brick buildings he had built around small towns in Western Iowa)

    Oxy, this comment reminds me of a time years ago when I had decided to build a house. I went to work with a framing crew as a second job to learn a bit before I started. We would meet and ride in one vehicle to the various job sights. Along the way one or another of the old heads would invariably point to a house and  say, 'I built that house". Some years later I was talking with a sail maker in St.Croix who said that in his previous life he had been a steel worker. He said that he built  the Sears tower.

     Thanks, great story.

    Thanks, LULU. Sounds like there's a story or two about St. Croix.

    Is that story not the weirdest story ever? I didn't even know that the Freemason's and their detractors were a thing anymore. And who knew the House Stenographer could make 126,000 a year! Holy Sheep-shit batman... wow!

    I'd totally be a Freemason, just to piss of Diane "crazy pants" Reidy! I hope she gets the mental health care she needs, thank god for FHBP!!


    Hey, girl, don't you know that talking in tongues is as American and normal as apple pie?

    I wonder if she and Dick Cheney should get together, since I just found out he is a paranoid loon too. I'm pretty sure he has the same aversion to the damn freemasons too, we know for a fact he isn't fond of people who think for themselves or think at all actually! Hah!


    Ummm.  What would you charge to record and transcribe Ted Cruz et al for the official permanent record?

    I figure she just overmedicated on some of her anti-depressant and/or anti-psychotic meds and topped them off with some Ambien to cope with the strain of the past few weeks.


    Hahaha.. well I guess you could be right, but she is kinda crazy too.

    A long time ago, when I was estimating for a construction company, the senior estimator explained the Bektash sticker on his license plate, and suggested that I might want to join the Masons. "A group for thinking people," he said. I didn't though.

    Much later I worked with one man who was with Eastern Star and another who was a Mason. The Mason took us to the lodge in Philly where we got the tour. Our guide was a tiny bit annoying, because whenever I asked a question, he shot me this odd look and responded as if any informed person should already know the answer. I mean, it is a secret society, right?

    Bloody Masons ...


    "A group for thinking people." Probably not Ms. Reidy's cup of tea.

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