Olo Boiler Welding

That thing that looks like a big green cube in the photo below is really a historic old building in downtown Denver.

It’s located near the city’s Union Station transit terminal. I pass it almost every day on my way to work. The photo was taken from a moving bus in early July 2017, using my cell phone.

The building began to intrigue me a year or so ago. I really love these old brick buildings. For me, they evoke great nostalgia, like a Scott Joplin rag.

I became so fascinated with this building that one Saturday morning on my day off, I took the bus to Union Station, my bike on the cowcatcher in front, and rode the four or five blocks to this building to check it out. I took more than seventy pictures, a few of them shown here.

Later I tried to find out something about the building. Even though it’s a registered historic landmark, and has been since 1986, I couldn’t find a scrap of information. (And I thought Google was infinitely powerful!)

It is, or once was, called the Olo Boiler Building - whatever that means. That’s about all I know.

After taking all those pictures, I rode my bike home. It took about two hours.

Now, a year later, that old redbrick building is draped in green, and its immediate surroundings are deeply excavated. I don’t know what the work is all about, but I’m glad to see the building is being preserved.

The Real West Wing

The West Wing used to be among my favorite guilty pleasures. A TV drama set primarily in the White House, it’s about a fictional President of the United States, one Josiah Bartlett, and his family and staff.

Josiah Bartlett, played by Martin Sheen, is the kind of president you dream of: a man sincerely interested in the good of the American people, and motivated to always do the right thing.

He is genuinely enthusiastic for those things that always have, and still do, make America great – not just its Constitution and Bill of Rights, but its natural treasures, like the National Park System. “I’m a bit of a nut about the parks,” Bartlett says in the first season. He sometimes keeps exhausted staffers listening late into the night, as he goes on and on about Park trivia.

In any given episode, one or more of these staffers face moral and ethical dilemmas. Bright and idealistic, and totally committed, they usually do the right thing. But there are occasional lapses, for which they pay a price, and/or learn an important lesson about governance and/or themselves.

The West Wing is fantasy, of course, and the characters are too squeaky clean to be believed. But I like the dialogue; provided you don’t take any of it seriously, it’s a harmless diversion. If only our real public servants were so committed!

But I can’t enjoy it like I used to. The current, real-life occupant of the White House makes it much less pleasurable, even as escapist claptrap. The contrast between TV and reality is so sharp, I cannot flip that brain-switch that allows me to suspend disbelief, and take The West Wing for the guilty pleasure it once was.

Oddly, some take the opposite position. As I prepared this blog post I came across an article that said some people are binging on The West Wing “to cope with the Trump presidency.” Someone named Kate actually said: “I’ve been watching West Wing on Netflix just to see a competent government.”

A competent government? Uh...it’s fictional.

Even House of Cards, a much darker, much grittier portrayal of American political life, has become hard for me to watch. Its protagonist is thoroughly, unambiguously corrupt, but it’s still a fantasy.

Nothing can surpass the corruption, the negative energy emanating from the real-life White House.

Choose One: Trump is a) a chicken-shit; b) a coward; c) gutless; d) all of the above

When Trump is unfairly attacked, “he will punch back ten times harder.”

This wisdom, this penetrating insight, is attributed to Melania Trump. It’s a steaming load of horseshit.

I’ve about had it with President Pig. Trump’s Twitter tirades, his “punching back,” whether he’s targeting the media in general or specific media or political figures (Mika Brzezinski, SNL, Chuck Schumer, e.g.) are about as courageous as a guy who gives you the finger for cutting him off in traffic.

He’s a gutless blowhard, like bullies always are: all bluster and lies. I’m not telling you anything you don’t know.

Yet Trump holds the reins of power. There is no denying that. And he must be stopped: there’s no denying that, either. By now, his base knows this, though they’ll never admit it. The ones who won’t accept it are as delusional as their hero.

But I, for one, could not care less about his “base.” I am sick to death of hearing about them – as if they’re some all-powerful entity we must appease. They are vastly outnumbered. Their guy lost the election by three million popular votes. So, fuck ’em.

On weekdays, I have a long, often dull commute home on public transit. (On the way in, I work.) Last December, to pass the time, I created some bogus Trump Tweets; I’ve inserted a few, further down in this post.

I suspect that Trump, the intoxication of his campaign long gone, is losing interest in the Presidency. Maybe he understands, at last, that it hasn’t made him King Donald; certainly he is under a scrutiny he never bargained for. Which explains his childish lashing out.

On the other hand, the presidency feeds his lust for power, so maybe he’s in it for the duration – until his inevitable comeuppance, and public humiliation.

Every day brings a new outrage. As I write this on a Saturday morning in the western United States, the Associated Press reports Trump as tweeting: “Numerous states are refusing to give information to the very distinguished VOTER FRAUD PANEL. What are they trying to hide?”

Interesting question from a man who has steadfastly refused to release his tax returns. (His “question,” of course, is in reference to his police state demand for detailed information about every voter in the country.)