Oh Johnny

Mary had just had a bad night; a really, really bad night. The man her “friend” set her up with and had assured her was the “catch of the century,” had predictably turned out to be anything but. He was grossly immature and socially awkward with a strange and unsettling twitching left eye that never quite seemed to look directly at her. As she brooded over her mug of hot coffee, she thought to herself that it could have been much worse. He could have been an Oakland Raiders fan.

She wiped a single tear from her eye and opened her iPad. She surfed the local and state news reports as an ad popped up on her screen. “Single in Birmingham” flashed in big crimson letters. “Yeah, right,” she thought. Upset with her current love life, or rather lack thereof, she clicked on the picture of the cute guy with the chiseled chest and washboard abs. A multitude of ads and images came up. Intrigued, she clicked on another site.

Once there she found dozens of personal ads promising “love,” “companionship,” “financial stability,” and every sort of assurance a young woman could ever want or imagine. As she read through the list, one ad in particular caught her attention. The picture was of a healthy man in his late forties to early fifties wearing an expensive, black Armani suit leaning up against a yellow Ferrari that was parked in front of his classic WWII P-51 Mustang. His rugged good looks, clean shaved appearance and to be honest, apparent wealth instantly appealed to Mary. It was his written ad , however, that sealed the deal.

“Widowed, forty-something man tired of the dating rat race. Lost my beloved wife to cancer last year after 25 years of marriage. I am a Christian man in search of a woman with similar Christian values.” Mary looks up at the Nativity scene on her mantel and nods to herself,

“Well, that’s me alright.” She reads further, “Not into games, too old for that. Looks not important. Honesty, fairness and loyalty are paramount. I will honor and respect any woman I meet and will not deceive in anyway. I am just lonely and want to spend my time with a woman who will appreciate me and my God. If interested, call Johnny at 555-555-0327.”

Mary puts down her iPad and ponders what she just read. “Is this possible? Guys like this really don’t exist, do they.” But after her date with left-eye the night before and the disastrous time with the Tibetan Siamese twins the week before, she thought this couldn’t possibly miss. How could the government allow a website to promote false advertisements like this? And surely, if it were a lie, she would eventually find out. She pondered another minute, reached for the phone and dialed. “Hello.” The voice on the other line was more than she had hoped for. His voice was calm and soothing with a twinge of Texas hill country in his accent. She was immediately smitten. “Hello, is this Johnny?” The conversation went smoothly from the start and she could tell that Johnny still pined for his wife since she noticed he held back the tears when questioned about her. They agreed to meet later that week since Johnny had an important meeting in Washington D.C. the next day. Yes, Friday would be perfect. She agreed that he would pick her up at her home at 1700 sharp and they would go to one of the fanciest restaurants in town followed by a night of dancing. Finally, the stars were beginning to align in her favor.

Over the next couple of days, Mary busied herself with getting her hair done, a manicure, a pedicure, spa treatments and buying the perfect dress and other sundry items for her date. They talked two to three times per day on the phone and she began to feel a connection she had never felt before. She even told her best friend that although they had never met and she really knew nothing about him, she felt she was falling in love with Johnny. He had and promised everything anybody could ever want.

Friday night at precisely 1700, Mary heard a car turn onto her driveway. She was upstairs putting the final touches onto an already finished masterpiece of feminine appearance.

The dress, the makeup, the hair, the perfume; all of it was certain to impress Johnny. As she looked out the window, the doorbell rang. She looked out the window too late and was not able to get an image of her date but noticed an ugly, 1970’s era Ford Pinto in the driveway. The car, once white, was now primarily an ugly primer orange with just a few mottled areas of white visible among the various dents and dings. “That’s odd,” Mary thought but refused to allow the obvious to cloud her judgment.

She grabbed her shawl, killed the light and bolted down the stairs. She didn’t want to keep her prince waiting any longer than necessary. Certainly, any man that had personal meetings in Washington had to be of some importance; definitely more than any of the men she encountered there in town. Before she opened the door, she took a deep breath and tried to calm

her shaking hands and racing heart. She felt like a giddy little 17-year-old school girl instead of the 33-year-old woman who had been through so much the past few years.

In that moment, Mary thought about her best friends Frank and Becky who had been married for over 35 years. They were almost like surrogate parents to the heartbroken Mary. They told her repeatedly to be careful with Johnny and that she needed to find out more about him before she goes willy-nilly into the night with a man she admittedly knows nothing about.

“How do you know he is telling you the truth?” “How can you be sure of all his promises?”

Infatuated with the thought of a long sought-after romantic relationship, Mary rebuffed her friend’s questions. When her coworker said she thought she saw the same stock photograph on another dating site, Mary dismissed it as jealousy and ignorance. “No,” she argued. “This is the right man for me. I know it. I can feel it. Why can’t any of you just be happy for me? No one would create such huge lie and expect not to ever get caught. I’m going Friday and that’s that.

I’ll talk to you on Saturday.”

Mary took a deep breath, straightened her dress and nervously opened the door. Her smile quickly faded as she noticed the man standing in front of her. Instead of a neatly dressed and handsome middle-aged man, she was staring into the bloodshot eyes of twenty-something kid. From the unkempt hair, facial tattoo and ratty clothing, it was all too much to take in at once. “Johnny,” she muttered quietly, “is that you?” The man displayed his meth-mouth smile showing the lack of a considerable number of teeth. He then nodded “yes” to the question.

“But the Ferrari!”

“Sorry. Pinto. 1972.”

“The meeting in Washington, D. C.?”

“Nope. I had to buy some pot over on Washington Avenue.”

“What about the airplane?”

“Yeah, right! Do I look like a pilot to you?”

“But I trusted you. I believed you. You deliberately deceived me. How could you?”

The man now looked deep into Mary’s blue-grey eyes and said, “If I had been honest with you, would you have actually gone out with me? Would you have given me a second thought? Would I have stood a snowball’s chance in hell?” Mary looks down and away. Johnny speaks up again. “I did what I had to do in order to get a date. Face it, you messed up. You trusted me. So now I guess you are stuck with me. So, are we still going out or what?”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Okay, so what does this story have to do with anything? Yes, it is a play on an idea that the Biden administration clearly duped a large segment of the American public, and more alarming is the fact that Congress lied, hide the truth and was not forthright in detailing any aspects of Biden’s clear mental decline. Some may want to argue that “lie” is too strong a word.

Well, they did lie. Not only many members of Congress but most of the lame stream media as well. And now that Biden is out of office, many of these journalistic hacks are writing books

trying to tell the American public that they too were surprised and shocked at what is coming out. Lies. They all knew. We all saw it. People all around the world saw it. But anytime we mentioned it, we were left-wing loonies and MAGA crazies whether we were MAGA or not.

Once again, I wrote about his mental decline the month after his inauguration. My failure was that I thought he would never finish his first term. But as I think about it, with what we now know, did he really finish his term?

I find it amusing how the left still sits on the Watergate scandal as the greatest scandal in American political history. Guess what? If that was true, it is not true any longer. What we have, and as things are coming forward seemingly every day, almost everybody in the Democratic chain of command knew about Biden’s mental decline and not just ignored it but went out of their way to conceal the truth from the American people. A couple of Biden staffers came forward and admitted they had the right to withhold this information. From the Hurr audio tapes to the release of Biden’s cancer prognosis, the entire Biden administration has been based on a series of lies. For example, there is no way he got stage 4 prostate cancer since he left office. It is just not possible. You cannot get prostate cancer at that level in just four months.

When did he know? When did his doctor know? And no, I am sorry but any doctor/ client privilege should not exist when we are talking about the POTUS.

And the biggest question of all? The one nobody wants to touch. Who was, or who were the people really acting as POTUS for the last four years? A man who rarely had a press conference? A man who allegedly “signed” bills with an autopen? A man who did not have a cabinet meeting for over two years? No. Not him. He was not in charge. Who was? This is indeed the biggest political scandal in American history.

Like Mary in our story, many Americans were seduced by a series of well-crafted lies.

But even now, when confronted with the obvious, many still refuse to acknowledge what the Biden presidency was. Even if Mary’s new beau turns out to be a really neat guy, he only got his “foot in the door” based upon his lies. Same with Biden. And of course, if the American people knew before hand, would they have voted for an old man with early onset cognitive decline?

And another question is, “do the ends justify the means?” I don’t think so. Let us not forget the immortal words of Queen Pelosi who once said, “But we have to pass the bill so that you can find out what is in it – away from the fog of the controversy.” Oy!! So, with this logic, we had to elect Biden before we could really see what his health was really like. But since he was elected because of all the lies we know to be true; we were to be forced to live with high inflation, the Afghanistan withdrawal, the Chinese spy balloon, supply chain issues, Hunter Biden, millions of illegal immigrants crossing our borders, etc.

I have hopes that every member of Congress and the Senate who hid the truth will be brought up on charges and brought to justice. Another three-headed monster in all of this is Biden’s wife, Jill. You cannot even begin to tell me that she did not know her husband’s conditions. And guess what, people? If Biden had not melted completely in the Trump debate, all of those people who knew of his conditions were content to let him run again so they could have had another four years of committees running the White House. It does show one thing, however. It shows that to many in government, their ideological idiocy is more important to them than the safety of the country. Shame on all of them.