My nephew and I went back and forth by text a bit yesterday (Nov. 4). He wondered what the President was doing, and what he might do. I told him this:

He tweeted a Twitter order (which was ignored by almost everybody, as per usual) to discontinue the vote count in Michigan around 3 a.m. Lawsuits landed in the battleground states today. Twitter and Facebook have been labeling his posts all day, pulling some, and preventing retweets and shares. But the train rolls on! The rule of law, even with his appointed judges, will ultimately prevail. Because this dog don’t…

“We all know what happened. You choked. The little whirlwind around you had to read your tweets and your moods, and they heard you spouting nonsense contrary to public health officials’ science. And they failed to get the national gears into place. They didn’t have the courage or, in many cases, the knowhow. And there’s still a cloud of nonsense around you. It’s the Trump administration. And that’s going to change on November 3. Or whenever election officials say it’s over.”

Originally published at on September 28, 2020.

Fortunately, I do not get paid for writing about politics. Since the 2016 election, I’ve barely been able to speak about politics. It’s probably a symptom of Trump Derangement Syndrome, although I haven’t had the chance to compare notes with anyone having a certified diagnosis of TDS. What I feel mostly is like a sucker punch in the gut at some point every evening during the MSNBC primetime lineup. Never knowing exactly when it might come, I double up like a surprised octopus, blood and slobber shooting out of my mouth. …

It was during a review of’s fact-check of Trump’s recurring brag that he predicted bin Laden’s 9/11 attack that I felt a cold shiver: Could this guy (Trump) be smart after all? I mean, Trump’s prose, from his 2000 book The America We Deserve, was Hemingwayesque in its straightforward simplicity. And, in its criticism of the Clinton administration’s haphazard approach to foreign policy, more than a little scary:

Instead of one looming crisis hanging over us, we face a bewildering series of smaller crises, flash points, standoffs, and hot spots. We’re not playing the chess game to end all…

The baton has passed in Cuba. The question now is, between us and the Soviets…er, the Russians…who do they like more?

There are numerous potential flashpoints — bad and scary neighborhoods — around the globe where the United States and Russia may bang heads in the coming months/years. But one is only 90 miles away. Or slightly farther in the case of my living room in Port St. Lucie, Fla., which is 313 miles from Havana, Cuba.

Fidel Castro and Vladimir Putin at a December 2000 meeting in Havana. After Castro’s death in 2016, Putin said of Castro: He was a “reliable friend of Russia.”

Ask yourself this: If I were Vladimir Putin, what sort of brazen and ironic mischief could I perpetrate on a beleaguered Trump administration stumbling through its second year? Tell me that some kind of Cuban Missile Crisis redux is not a tempting possibility. After…

There seems to be a little too much current in current events.

Until relatively recently in the arc of my existence, I felt it to be my obligation — as a thinking, civilized being and medical journalist — to keep up. You know, just…keep up (beyond the medical communities I served). That used to mean a certain amount of reading, listening, or viewing every day, or maybe a few hours averaged out over the week. A local newspaper, national TV news, and NPR on the commute daily, Time and/or Newsweek and the Sunday New York Times weekly, maybe The Atlantic

Unless you have a loved one that buys into it

I never completely understood the rules or details of the game Dungeons & Dragons, as I was too distracted by my family and career to follow it much. But I appreciated the attraction it appeared to exert on avid players. Prior to one of the earliest interactive internet-based (but multimedia) virtual universes such as Dungeons & Dragons, there were text-based games like Zork and The Legend of Zelda. My son got into Zelda early on and coached me on it a bit. …

I was abducted by aliens. Not literally. Literally, no one has been abducted by aliens. At least, no one I know. Not counting my brother, Marty, who has also described in detail vast hierarchies of angelic beings occupying higher dimensions. (These beings, though, have never abducted him so far as I can tell, although he did miss a couple of family reunions.)

I was abducted a few years ago when I decided to chase people like David Wilcock, Corey Goode, and Michael Salla down the rabbit hole. It was a wild ride, cruising through a number of secret space programs

Angels may fear to tread here because, well, it’s a subject that’s less than angelic. But even if you believe that you are a spiritual being having a physical experience, you’re still a spiritual being walking around in a meat suit. If you believe only that you’re a meat suit, you’re still a meat suit that perhaps supports moral standards among politicians, actors, musicians, business colleagues, merchants, and others with whom you might interact on the highways and byways of life.

I’m a heterosexual male, and I know for a fact that on several occasions in my career I’ve said…

As the media grope to find a motive for the Las Vegas mass shooting, the New York Times published one of the more interesting reviews of his life, which is notable for his single-minded focus on flying solo — figuratively and literally.

Here’s the bottom line to me: Aside from making a lot of money, the man’s life was unremarkable. He was very smart and very disciplined. But then a lot of people are. Thousands are. As the Times’ headline noted, he was “a nondescript ‘numbers guy’.”

Paddock’s high-school photo. Photo source

I don’t think law enforcement is going to find out much more about…

Keith Croes

Author, journalist, freelance writer and editor, constant observer, noodling on life and related subjects (nod to Dave Barry).

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