They didn’t see each other until Christmas Eve day when the lunches were packed. They were all small parties, four of them going off at the same time, all with the same menu, give or take. All of them were inexpensive-item, business-sponsored lunches, not personal parties by individuals. So it was lots of chicken breast to sauté, rolled filet of sole second choice. Chicken or fish.
Because there were four parties and because the number of covers added up, the banquet crew was full. Bill saw Beverly the moment she stepped into the kitchen, one of a group of waiters who walked in together. Nora was in the group too. Her hair was ever the same in the page boy, and her lips were ever thick-red painted.
“Bonjour,” Nora said as she passed by Bill. “How’s it going?” she asked in English for a change.
“It’s going,” Bill said. “You?”
Nora gave him her most droll expression and said, “What should be different?” Her voice was deep, sexy, swell.
Bill smiled. He was in the midst of sauté standing at the stoves next to Victor. Jimmy Banquet Chef was working the same sauté on the other side of Victor, and Jimmy G was, like always, tending to the vegetables, or reading his magazine while the stewards did the work.
Everyone passed by and said hello. Bill knew the waiters now too, most of them by name and most of them by the way they worked as well. Some were better than others, the older professionals much more serious and efficient. The younger ones, a couple of them, did not look upon this as their career and were less serious about the work. Bill paid them no mind for the most part and made sure not to ask them for anything.
When Beverly came by, Bill noticed she had a second earring in on the left side. He smiled at her and said hello, made sure she saw that he saw. She looked ever herself, pretty and made up as her usual, not much, not fancy, just to accentuate her natural look.
The chef had prepared a table for the waiters set at the glass window of his office. The setup wasn’t just for the waiters, it was for the laundry people and some of the others who worked this day, maids and maintenance people who would ordinarily eat in the employee cafeteria.
The chef had set a long, long buffet table on which was a whole host of different foods ranging from cheese platters and fruits to eggs with bacon, sausage and ham, all buffet style. Then there were breads, rolls, croissants, brioche and pastries.
This was all set away from the work areas so the employees could get their plates and eat without disturbing the banquet crew. Since almost everyone knew everyone on some level or other, those who came in to eat made sure to find a way to say hello to the banquet crew who had prepared the buffet and were busy at work on the lunches.
The buffet table had been set up and arranged to start at about nine in the morning and it remained there and was replenished till noon. For the afternoon, after the banquets were done, the chef had planned a cold meat buffet and desserts. Those people who had eaten breakfast could come back for lunch too, or just for snacks. There were no limitations, and the same deal was set to be there for Christmas day as well. No banquets were scheduled for Christmas, not because they didn’t work on Christmas but simply because it worked out that way this year.
“Hey,” Beverly said to Bill.
“Hey,” he said as he continued the sauté work. “How’s it going?”
“Same old same old,” Beverly said. “Maybe I’ll see you over at the buffet table.”
“We’re working through,” Bill said. “We’ll see how it works out.”
“Well, see you at dish up if not before then.”
Bill was starting to flip the chicken in his pan. “Okay,” he said.
By Peter Weiss
I say it over and over and take no credit for it. I credit my father-in-law who said to me in the early 1970s “Man is by nature selfish and greedy.”
And here we are. Now some 50 years later we are ruled by a class of politicians many of whom are career politicians. The large majority of them are millionaires, many of them multi-millionaires. They stay in their political positions for many, many terms and then pass them on to family members. Or, quite simply, we are now ruled by a political class very similar to if not the same as the Politburo was in Communist Russia.
We deserve better.
We are told by these people what to do, yet they do what they please.
We deserve better.
Examples? Do I really have to? Al Gore: he flies in a private plane and uses more electricity in a month than his whole town. Yet he tells us to conserve. We must sacrifice so he can live like a king.
Our media today is no better than Pravda is in Russia. It is biased and dishonest. Some of the print media is owned by the billionaire-owners of large corporations with strong left-wing ties. So, like the Bloomberg paradigm, they leave the lefties alone while they concentrate on destroying the Republicans, especially President Trump. They are so corrupt, dishonest and brazen that they don’t hide their bias anymore and aren’t afraid to admit it or say it openly.
We deserve better.
Our government, particularly Congress, stays home during this pandemic and gets paid while they tell people who literally need their paycheck to survive on a day-to-day basis to stay home and stay out of work and thus not get paid.
We deserve better.
If you look back to what now seems so long ago, the impeachment, we see it was plotted before Trump was inaugurated and the biased media’s not investigating it truly has allowed it to go where it has.
We deserve better. Trump deserves better.
General Flynn and Brett Kavanaugh are some good examples and metaphors for what happens if you go counter to the Darling Democrat politics. What the Democrats and their media lapdogs did to Flynn and Kavanaugh show how ruthless and destructive the Democrats are as a political party and as our media that are supposed to present unbiased truth. What happened to Flynn and Kavanaugh shows how power hungry that party is and how little they care for the people they are supposed to represent.
We all deserve better.
When the president of a country is criticized for saying that his job is to take care of the people of his country first, something is drastically wrong.
We deserve better than the politics we’ve seen from the left for the last four years. We deserve better than the government we have.
For all the taxes we pay and how rich we let our leaders get on our dime, we deserve a lot better.
By Peter Weiss
I wanted to thank everyone for the views. I know the posts have been somewhat scarce this month, but there’s a good reason.
My entire household has had COVID.
The good news is that we’ve only had minor symptoms, are now pretty much past it and toward the end of it, or at least so it seems. One of the difficulties is one never knows for sure.
I’ll have more to say about this another time.
For now, just a quick thank you. The viewership has been great and it’s heartwarming.
So to all of you, take care and stay safe. Be smart. Stay vigilant in fighting this virus.
By Peter Weiss
Bill kissed back in kind but he did not advance or initiate anything. When Beverly took his hand and started to place it on her, he withdrew.
“Don’t be a bully,” he said.
“What? Why a bully?” Beverly was taken aback by the choice of words.
“You know we shouldn’t do anything until you’re settled into what you’re doing.”
“I am settled.”
“You aren’t, not until you take an action.”
“Please,” Beverly said. She was still holding his hand, put it inside her blouse on her bra. Bill immediately took it back to himself and sat with his hands clasped.
“Bill,” she said.
“Listen, I’m going back to the kitchen. I don’t want to influence what you do or how you do it. You’ve got to deal with this, or not.”
“I can get someone else, you know. I can bring them right here.”
“It’s your life, your reputation, your job. You have to work here all the time. Want me to tell you what happens the moment you go with one of the waiters?”
“I already know,” Beverly said. “I’ve seen it just not with me.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bill said. “You think you do, but you don’t have a clue.”
“And you do?”
“We’ve had this discussion. I know what it is to go home and have to look my wife in the eyes. I know what it is to have to lie. I know what it is to feel like a, well you know what, and to have to run to take a shower before I can touch her. What do you know? And then on top of everything, do a waiter and you’re done here. I think you think this is a good job.”
There it was. She started to cry again. It was a quiet, head-in-her-hands cry.
Bill melted seeing it. He melted so much he took her in his arms next to him and held her tight.
“I’m so lost,” she said.
“Sometimes you have to get lost to find your way,” Bill said. “But it only feels like you’re lost. You’re not so lost.”
“That what happened to you?”
“What?”
“You got lost?”
“Me? No. I needed a job. I needed a job so bad I would have shoveled shit in a pig pen if I could have found the work. The kitchen is what it was and it led to all this stuff I wasn’t looking for.”
“What harm would there be if…”
“You still gotta go home. You still gotta look him in the eyes. I know we’ve already done things, but it wasn’t with what we both know now.”
“I want it to be you. I like you. I like you and I want you. And why did you say not to be a bully?”
“Because if you go on and force me, that’s the same as bullying me. You know if you force it, I’ll do what you want. I’ll do what you want because it’s a better option than you going elsewhere, unless you know someone outside of here.”
“I don’t know anyone. I don’t know anyone here either. I just know more than half those waiters salivate looking at me. Me, I like you.”
“I was lost,” Bill said. “Almost immediately after my mother died. So I picked up alcohol and then drugs. That put me in places I should never have been, led to things I should never have gone to. Then it all culminated with me getting arrested and not being able to get a job.
“It gets better too. That’s just the stuff, you know, the circumstances. Then we can talk about me, about my lack of confidence, about my guilt and shame and feeling unworthy. And more. We can talk about self-destructiveness too. That what you want for yourself?”
Beverly, still weeping, looked at Bill. “I just want to get laid,” she said.
By Peter Weiss
Let’s get a few things straight.
First, if you’ve never experienced first-hand the government do its thing, by which I mean go after someone or something such that they will stop at nothing but destroying it, just like you see in the movies, then you have no business saying anything.
It happens. I experienced it firsthand, was the victim of it. It changed my life and still continues to affect me some fifty years later.
So as I said, if you’re talking from no experience whatsoever about how people are wacko conspiracy theorists, stop talking because you don’t know what you’re talking about.
Second, regardless of how messed up our system of medical insurance is, if you think our government can make it better, you’ve got a second thought coming.
Our government couldn’t keep its paws off the social security money that was supposed to be sacred, it can’t run itself let alone run medical insurance.
If you think single-payer government-run medical insurance will actually serve you well, look around at all the wealthy people from other countries who come here for our medical care.
Now this is America, and you can believe what you want. You can do that because it is America. It’s on you.
When every force on one side is so intent upon burying the other side, it’s a pretty good bet that that other side is on to something the one side doesn’t want it to expose. Or, when the deep state, the media Pravda USA, the FBI and all the intelligence agencies are intent upon burying Trump, you can pretty much bet Trump is on to something they don’t want him to be on to.
Like it or not, that’s how it is and how it works.
Now once again, this is America and you can believe what you want. Just remember you get what you get.
That said, Biden, not yet certified by any state as the president-elect, has said on day one it’s back to the Paris Climate Accord, the World Health Organization and reinstating DACA. Back to business as usual.
Biden has also announced some of the people who will be on his advisory boards and in other high level positions. They are the same old cronies who did nothing during the Obama years, two of them high-level paybacks to the very social media which censored the Trump campaign and any mention of the scandal the Biden family is involved in.
You think you’re gonna get any truth of the reality in America under a Biden administration?
Joe Biden: back to dirty political business as usual with the career politicians paying off their big-money supporters and the American people getting screwed worse than ever.
By Peter Weiss
So they sat next to each other without touching at all.
Beverly was curious and wanted to know more about Bill. Bill told her there wasn’t much more to tell. He told her she pretty much knew everything about him, or at least everything that was worth telling. When he said that, she told him it was pretty much the same for her.
“I haven’t had sex in weeks,” Beverly finally blurted out. She looked at Bill and smiled. “I’m young and vibrant. It’s not that I can’t go without it, but Jesus Christ, I don’t want him anymore. How could he do this to me?”
It was a fair question. It was a question Bill had no answer for. All he could think was he hoped his wife didn’t know. He hoped she had no clue, no idea, not even the slightest inkling.
As he thought back upon it, all he could think was that shit happens. He didn’t go to meet that professor to go to the demonstration. He didn’t help that kid who was getting beat up to get arrested. He helped him to do the right thing. He didn’t plan to get convicted of anything, to go to jail, to not be able to get a job using his college degree. He didn’t plan to become a college graduate bus boy, then a broiler cook. He didn’t plan to spill soup on that customer and then have to defend the waitress because that customer was being a major asshole. He didn’t plan for her to thank him the way she did or for that to start something.
It did start something. But that something would have started anyway because Alfreda wanted a piece of him, Bea was licking her chops and Marie wanted some white meat. Then there was Norma. Drenovis sicced her on Bill except it didn’t go the way Drenovis expected. Norma and Bill had a grand time.
And then there was Mother Mary. Drugs. Alcohol. Fatigue. Dissatisfaction with the way life had gone…
Mother Mary was just one of those what-the-hell existential decisions. He was high. He was drunk. He came upon her as she was bent over with her hands busy and her head just about inside that oven.
It wouldn’t be the only time he reached up a girl’s skirt. It wouldn’t be the only time he’d felt someone up uninvited and just because. It wouldn’t be the only time it turned out not unwanted, not discouraged. It wouldn’t be the only time it was the beginning of an invitation.
But he loved Mother Mary. He cared for Arlene and he cared for Lorraine but he loved Mother Mary. It wasn’t just that she rocked his world, which she positively did. She touched his soul and she grabbed his heart.
“You know I’m a grown up girl,” Beverly said.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, really. And I am starting to know what I want.”
“That’s a good thing.”
“I want to be free of him.”
“You can do that. All you have to do is do it.”
“I’m gonna confront him. I’m gonna let him know I know and let him know it’s over.”
Bill didn’t say anything. In part it was because he was still stuck on her question of how he could do that to her.
This wasn’t an unfamiliar question for Bill. It wasn’t a question he hadn’t grappled with.
He wanted to tell her that he had discovered something that might temper her seeming decision. He wanted to tell her that you could love more than one woman at the same time. He wanted to tell her that it had happened to him, that without looking for it or wanting it or even understanding it, loving two women at the same time had surely happened to him.
He might have said something or started to, but Beverly turned and kissed him. She kissed him passionately.
“See,” she said. “I am a grown up girl.”
By Peter Weiss
When Obama was elected, there was hope and change as the slogan. He failed to deliver on the hope part and the change was bad. The only thing that stopped it from being evident was a biased media owned and operated by the same globalists that supported Obama, the multi-billionaires sitting on top of the world with their personal business interests intertwined and dependent upon our totalitarian adversaries.
If history were allowed to be history and not revisionist history, which is now certainly not going to be the case, Obama would be shown to be the most corrupt and dirtiest president in a very long time, if not in history.
That the media is already writing the false narrative of Joe Biden the saint and preparing to complete the false narrative of Donald Trump the bully president is evident.
Buyers beware. Joe Biden: No Hope, Change For the Worse
Forget that he is 78 and can’t actually complete a sentence unless it is written out for him. Forget his gaffs, his errors and his memory lapses.
Biden is the most compromised and corrupted president-elects ever.
- He lies continually and has been caught in his lies.
- His family has financial ties to every country for which Vice President Joe Biden was responsible and it attempted and succeeded, whether Biden liked it or not, to gain millions and millions of dollars outright from our biggest world foes.
- He is completely compromised by hidden financial ties to all our adversaries, especially China, and he will complete subjugation of America to them all.
Joe Biden: No Hope, Change For the Worse
By Peter Weiss
It wasn’t going well, or it was going better than she thought. That was the gist of what Beverly told him in the little time they’d had in the morning. She hadn’t confronted her husband and he hadn’t said anything to her. But he hadn’t approached her sexually and she told Bill that her sense was the intimacy they’d once had was gone.
That’s how far they’d gotten. That’s what she’d said and that was all she’d said. Bill sensed she could have said more and he knew he would push her to do so.
For the lunches, although she was in the kitchen with the other waiters and waitresses, actually Nora, the sultry Frenchwoman, was the only other waitress, Beverly was not near to Bill. She worked with her Captain on the banquet she was assigned to while Bill and the other cooks did the work for all the banquets. They, all the waiters and the two waitresses, had their meeting and then went out to their respective party rooms to complete the set up.
Kalista was in the kitchen. She came in to make sure the salads were done and set up on time. Her great-niece Adonia was there too and they were working hard. It wasn’t just the lunches they had to set up. They were setting up the dinner parties too even though Kalista, Bill and Jimmy G would not be there to do the dish-up.
Then it was dish-up and things in the kitchen went into hyper-gear. Jimmy Banquet Chef controlled it all, worked like a seasoned traffic cop. But his crew all knew what they were doing and he had his key people in the key places.
Bill’s station, like the three other stations, did the dish-up and settled all the dinners, actually luncheons, into the warmer trucks. Then, at the service they did the saucing and the plates went out.
Done deal, like every other set of banquets. These two went off just about simultaneously and then they were done and the stewards took away the warmer trucks to clean them while the kitchen crew and their stewards cleaned up the kitchen and began the set up for the night banquets.
Like always, Bill did all he had to do and more. Then he sat with Jimmy G., Victor, Kalista, Adonia and Jimmy Banquet Chef. They drank espresso and rested and talked about the night upcoming. The Greeks talked in Greek. Bill and Adonia talked a bit about how she was doing in college before she joined the rest of her family in the Greek discussion.
Beverly was waiting. Bill found her on the same stair she was on before and he sat right next to her.
“Did you eat?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Beverly said. “I had a piece of fish and some vegetables.”
“Fish was good, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I made it. Victor and I set them up. But I made the sauce.”
“Well you did a good job.”
“I’m a quick study. Jimmy’s been teaching me a lot.”
“What did you eat?”
“I didn’t,” Bill said. “I ate this morning and I’ll eat dinner with everyone out there by Falstaff about four-thirty. You done for the day?”
“Yeah. Just waiting on my sister. She’s done at four. We don’t usually travel together, but the way it worked today, we did. I’m spending a bit more time with her these days.”
“Talking about your situation?”
“She’s my best friend. My only friend really. Except maybe you.”
“You told her about me?”
“Course. And I told her I’m gonna do you.”
“Oh you did huh? And when was this?”
“This morning.”
“What did she say?”
“Honestly?”
“Of course.”
“She said she didn’t blame me.”
“You tell her I wasn’t so cooperative? Cause you know I’m not.”
“I told her everything we’ve done, how we kind of stopped doing anything, and everything we’ve talked about.”
“And?”
“And nothing. She just listened. She’s on my side.”
“I would hope so,” Bill said.
By Peter Weiss
Forget that he is 78 and can’t actually complete a sentence unless it is written out for him. Forget his gaffs and his errors and his memory lapses.
That’s just Joe, or that’s what his base says.
Biden is the most compromised candidate ever to run for president.
- He lied about not ever talking to his son about the business dealings.
- If you get away from Pravda USA mainstream media, you can see the real facts, that he did know, that he did interfere in Ukraine foreign policy by pressuring for the firing of the person investigating the company for which his son had ties and was being paid.
- His family is being investigated for money laundering.
- His family has ties and is financially connected to every country for which Vice President Joe Biden was responsible and it attempted and succeeded, whether Biden liked it or not, to gain millions and millions of dollars.
- He is compromised by financial ties to all our adversaries, especially China (and national defense issues) and Russia.
- Two laptops belonging to his son have now been confiscated and Biden does not deny the validity of the information on them. Pravda USA will not carry the story. Even the FBI didn’t investigate and it knew about the falsity of the Ukraine issue during the impeachment and about the money ties of the Bidens all along.
- Biden is beholden to the socialists, has lied about almost every policy issue he discusses and has never once answered any real questions about his positions, his family fortunes or his financial ties.
- He still hides behind the Russia hoax even though it is proven to be a hoax and a Democrat paid-for conspiracy (paid for by Hillary Clinton) against Trump which we now know Biden was aware of and part of.
And there’s so much more, so much more.
Joe Biden, whether you like Trump or not, is the most compromised candidate ever to run for President. As said on Friday, if he’s elected the plane is going down and you might as well just put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye.
