16 June 2025

An Edited Version of My Recent Talk, When West Berkeley was Finntown

The Finnish Hall on Chestnut Street in Berkeley

On Saturday last I gave a talk at the West Berkeley Public Library entitled, When West Berkeley was Finntown. Berkeley had a sizable Finnish population for the first half of the 20th century that included my grandparents and my mother. My father came to Berkeley in 1946 when there was a boomlet to the Finnish population in Berkeley. I grew up in the dying days of Berkeley's  Finntown. This is an edited version of my talk.

Modern Finnish immigrant to the United States. began in 1863 when several Finns who had been working in northern Norway accompanied a group of Norwegians to the copper mines of northern Michigan. They sent favorable reports back home and over the next twenty years somewhere between 700 to 1.000 Finns came to the U.S.. It was after that in the mid 1880s that Finns started coming to the United States in significant numbers, this movement continued well into the 20th century. 

Finns were identified for the first time in the 1900 U.S. census, which counted about 63,000 persons born in Finland. Of these, about 56,000 lived in either Michigan, Minnesota, Massachusetts, New York, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, or California.


While many Finnish immigrants pursued farming, others found employment in mining, construction, and the forest industry. Women usually worked as maids and cooks and were extolled for their work ethic. The migration continued well into the 20th century, until U.S. authorities set up a quota of 529 Finnish immigrants per year in 1929. As social and economic conditions in Finland improved significantly during this era, overall immigration decreased by the middle of the century.


A considerable majority of Finnish immigrants tended towards the radical left in politics, many immediately became involved in labor unions and local politics. By 1913 there were 260 local Finnish chapters of the socialist party in America with 13,847 members. 


While Finns have been treated far better than most immigrants, particularly people of color and non-Christians, the instances of discrimination against Finns have tended to be because of Finn’s left-learning politics. In 1918 Olli Kinkkonen was a Finnish immigrant in Minnesota who was tarred, feathered and lynched for renouncing his newly-gained U.S. citizenship, which he did to avoid fighting in World War I, a war that he did not believe in. This was at the height of what little anti-Finnish sentiment that there ever was in the U.S. and it was mostly exclusive to the Midwest.


The Bay Area was a popular destination for immigrating Finns, particularly San Francisco. 


For reasons that remain unclear some of the San Francisco Finns moved across the bay to Berkeley towards the end of the 19th century. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Berkeley was growing and workers were needed — especially in construction, which Finns excelled in. And in Berkeley one had easy access to the bay and the ocean and thus fishing, a favorite recreational activity among Finns. Finns settled in what was then called Ocean View. Once the seeds were planted a community was established here that attracted still more Finns. This community grew significantly as a result of the 1906 earthquake. The fires from that quake were particularly devastating to the neighborhood near the Embarcadero where a lot of Finns lived. So among those dispossessed by the quake were a significant number of Finns who moved to Berkeley.


The first time Finns appeared on Berkeley’s voter registration roles in 1894 when there were seven. By 1900 there were 86 Finns listed on the census and that figured more than doubled after the Earthquake. By 1910 Berkeley had the third largest population of Finns in California trailing only SF and Eureka.


Soon West Berkeley came to be known by locals as “Finntown.” Finntown was centered around the intersection of University and San Pablo Avenues with residents living on both sides of San Pablo. As best I can tell there wasn’t a large concentration of Finns on any particular block, rather they were scattered about. Some Finns lived further east just below and above Sacramento Avenue, as did my grandparents who lived on Sacramento between Rose and Cedar. Like a lot of Berkeley Finns, my grandfather Emil Kurki emigrated from Finland at the turn of the century eventually meeting and marrying Jenni Pulkkinen, another Finnish emigre who came here via Michigan. First they settled in San Francisco then in 1920 they moved to Berkeley. The story is that my grandfather had a fondness for drink and would spend many an evening imbibing with the boys, much to the displeasure of my grandmother. So in the Summer of 1920 while Emil was away making extra money salmon fishing in Alaska, Jenni moved the home, lock stock and barrel and baby girl — my mom — to Berkeley where she bought a house. This bit of chicanery was not difficult to accomplish given the large number of Finnish friends she had here. Apparently my grandfather returned from the trip and accepted the wisdom of his wife’s secret move. They lived happily here for the rest of their lives.


Finntown encompassed several Lutheran churches, saloons, cooperative grocery stores, and the the first Finnish Hall on 10th and Bristol Streets, which was built by the Finnish Comrades Association and served as a community hub for Berkeley residents after it was completed in 1909. Among the Association’s founders was Walter Mork, one of the Finns who moved to Berkeley after the earthquake. He went on to serve as a Berkeley city councilman, essentially representing Finntown, for 26 years. His grandson Fred is today active in the Finnish Heritage Society which among other things keeps the Finnish Hall going as a vital part of the community. Political organizations used the hall, particularly socialist ones. Berkeley elected a socialist mayor, J. Stitt Wilson, in 1911. He held both a pre-election rally and post-election celebration in the 10th street Hall both of which drew approximately 800 people. The hall was soon not only being utilized by Finns but being rented to various local groups just as the Finn Hall on Chestnut is today. It gained particular notoriety for hosting political rallies and meetings, mostly for the left.


Meanwhile Berkeley Lodge 21 was founded by nine men on May 14, 1911 as a mutual aid society for its members. It was originally named the Brotherhood Lodge. In those days, lodges existed throughout California and to the north into Canada to help Finns start their new lives in America and enjoy the community of fellow Finns. A women’s lodge was founded two years later, with the two lodges merging to form lodge 21 in 1915, under the parent organization The United Finnish Kaleva Brothers and Sisters. UFKB&S 21 was, as its name suggests, the 21st lodge to join this umbrella organization, it soon became the second largest. Of course the lodge was headquartered and held its events in the Hall on 10th street.


As a mutual benefit society, the Lodge provided sickness and burial benefits for its members, helped them find jobs, homes, get insurance policies and improve their English. But it had an equally if not more important role in the social and cultural life of Finns. Activities included stage plays, concerts, dances, an orchestra, choruses, a lending library and movies. Many friendships were made through lodge activities and the lodge served as a Tinder of it’s time for single Finns.


There was also a Finnish band that averaged about 25 players. They played at a variety of events throughout Berkeley though, being known as the Socialist Party Band, their primary focus was playing at political rallies and events. They gave open air concerts throughout the summer in the teens and twenties.


Through the first half of the 20th century, Finns were visible at a variety of city events including July 4th picnic and parades where they had a float along with flag bearers carrying the Finnish and US flags and the band performing. Finnish women’s groups also contributed to war efforts for both world wars by raising money for the red cross through coffee and cake sales, rummage sales and the like, women also knitted socks and sweaters for soldiers. Needless to say Berkeley Finns raised funds in various ways to support their countrymen during and after the Winter War and the continuation war that followed.


By 1920 648 of the 7,000 Finns living in California resided in Berkeley, with many more in neighboring communities such as Albany and El Cerrito. The first church offering Finnish language services in Berkeley had been built in 1901 on Channing and 10th streets and another was erected in 1912 at Alston and Bryon. There were Finnish services every Sunday in Berkeley at least through the late 1960s and still today one Sunday a month. 


Eventually there were political divisions among Finns. They were not between the left and the right but between the left and the farther left. The schism among the Berkeley socialists developed after the Russian Revolution of 1917. When the Czar was overthrown and executed, Finland technically became independent of Russia. Vladimir Lenin allowed Finland to become independent, probably believing that the Finnish Bolsheviks would immediately take power. To make a long story short, there was a brief civil war in Finland between the reds and the whites with the whites ultimately winning. Lenin had been wrong.


In West Berkeley the more radical socialists embraced the ideology of the Bolsheviks; the less radical and more traditional socialists were loath to do so. The radical socialists separated from the other socialist organizations and formed a communist party, later known as the Workers Party. The radical elements maintained control over the Finnish Hall. The division between the two groups led to some lusty arguments but as far as I could find out there was little to no violence. 


Because of the rift the Lodge had started holding more and more of their events at other venues. The division among the Finns and the fact that the more radical reds had control of the hall necessitated the construction of another Finnish Hall, the one on Chestnut Street. The cornerstone of the Finnish Hall at 1970 Chestnut Street in Berkeley was laid on October 9, 1932, on land donated by the afore-mentioned Walter Mork. The building of the hall was commissioned by the UFKB&S Lodge 21 as its meeting, cultural and recreational facility. Construction was completed by the end of 1932, mostly by the labor of its members, including my grandfather something that has always been a point of pride in my family. The hall’s grand opening was marked by a three-day festival on Dec. 30 and 31 and Jan 1, 1933. The festivities included an inaugural program, an all-night New Year’s Eve dance organized by its younger members, and a stage play in Finnish on New Year’s Day.


Lodge 21 attached itself to the new Finnish Hall which immediately drew most of the traffic that had been going to the older hall. Meanwhile the “red hall” as it came to be known, while still the site of many activities and to be a going concern for decades more, began to see less activity and it’s membership and influence dwindled.


When I was growing up there were very few socialist or communist Finns in the area — it was, after all, the height of the Cold War — and Finns had moved from socialism closer to the mainstream of American politics, but it seemed the entire Finnish American community was solidly Democrat. I remember my father’s contempt for the one Finn he knew of who voted Republican. As for what was not known as the Red Hall, well it was not spoken of in my family and I imagine that for many other Berkeley Finns the red hall was a taboo subject.


In 1938 Berkeley Finns became an integral part of the founding of the Consumers Cooperative Grocery store, or Co-ops. Which had several stores in the area, eventually three in Berkeley. The first was not far from here on University at the current site of a Target. The second was on Shattuck where there is now an Andronicos and the third was on Telegraph and Ashby were you can today find a Whole Foods. We were members and I remember it as something of a scandal that my Aunt Millie shopped at Safeway instead, all other Finns — it seemed — bought their groceries at one of the Co-ops, even some of those who had moved to neighboring communities. (It should be noted that my Aunt Millie was married to the previously mentioned Republican.)


Just prior to the co-op grocery stores a Finnish immigrant named Arvid Nelson, who was a member of Lodge 21, started a gas co-op which had it’s first station at Bancroft Way and San Pablo. 


Early in the 20th century there were a few small Finnish owned shops and businesses but by the 1930s Finns had absented themselves from commerce and were more likely to be found in construction, a field in which they were pre-dominant in Berkeley through the sixties. 


Finns were always a small segment of the Berkeley population but they were highly visible. I don’t know that their vote was ever courted but for local politicians to have the support of the Finnish community was a positive boon because Finns were always active in holding and participating in political events.


As one researcher put it, the period between the early 1930s and late 1950s was the golden age of Berkeley’s Finntown, although it seems to me it remained strong through the 1960s only beginning to fade in the seventies as Finns stopped emigrating to the area and those who had been here in the early days started to die out or move. Skimming through Berkeley High or any of the junior high yearbooks from the ‘20s through ‘60s you’ll find anywhere from a handful to a dozen Finnish last names. Searching through the Berkeley Gazette one is constantly coming across references to Finnish activities at the Hall or individual Finns involved in schools, sports or businesses often doing volunteer work. Finns were a positive influence in Berkeley given their willingness and desire to help out with everything from school functions to scouts to sports teams. Meanwhile prominent Finns who visited the Bay Area whether singers, diplomats, professors, athletes or politicians usually came through Berkeley to speak at the Finnish Hall. As recently as the early 1970s the great Finnish track star Lasse Viren who won Olympic gold in the 5000 and 10000 meter runs in the 72 and 76 games, was feted at the Hall.


One long-time member of the Lodge was my father, Aimo Hourula, who was born in Finland in 1916. After fighting in the Winter War he took to the seas as a merchant marine in hopes of seeing the world. That he did, but he also saw German planes strafe two of the ships he was on and a Japanese submarine that sunk his Liberty ship in the Arabian Sea. He eventually settled in New York where he met my mother, Kerttu Kurki, a UC Berkeley graduate who was completing her Master’s at Columbia University. They moved back to Bay Area in 1946 and like virtually all Finns in the area became active members of the Finnish Brotherhood. 


My father’s move to the US inspired his younger brother Unto to follow him along with his cousins Laura Olkkola and Reijo Mehtela. Other Finns like my Aunt Elsa’s sister Sylvie followed. My dad often credited himself — quite accurately as a matter of fact — with causing a mini-migration from Finland to the Bay Area. It’s also interesting to note that from about the ‘50s on a lot of immigrant Finns would start their new lives in Berkeley then move to the suburbs as was the case with my Uncle and my father’s cousins. Berkeley the Finntown was becoming a way station, but also a place that Finns in the Bay Area came for events at the hall. Berkeley’s reputation as a Finntown was such that the annual Summer Finnfest was held in Berkeley in 1986.


If you lived in Berkeley in the first seventy years of the last century you almost certainly knew a Finn, if not several. It never struck anyone as unusual to meet a first or second generation Finn in Berkeley. We were everywhere though especially in the construction business, like my grandfather, dad and uncle. If you went by a construction site in Berkeley chances were there was a Finn working there if not a whole crew of them. Finns were also ubiquitous at the Berkeley wharf, often taking off for or returning from a fishing trip or just hanging out seeing how the fishing had been that day. 


But as I grew up Finntown was already becoming a memory. Finns were moving to the suburbs, others had assimilated and Finnish immigration to the United States had all but stopped. Today if you meet a Finn in Berkeley he or she is likely a visiting professor at Cal or someone in the tech industry on a trip combining business with pleasure.


Lodge 21 is no more though we do have the Finnish Heritage Society and it’s Cultural Committee. The continuing celebrations of Finland such as for Finnish independence day and Vappu (Finland’s May Day) at the Finnish Hall show that the legacy of Berkeley’s Finntown lives on. Bay Area Finns owe a great debt to those early Finnish pioneers. The Finns who came to Berkeley gave each other support and succor, maintained their culture and left a legacy — including the hall — that we Finns are rightly proud of. We can also be proud of the contributions our forebears made to the growth of Berkeley. As a Berkeley Finn I’m proud of Finland and its current standing in the world and its continually being named the world’s happiest country and I’m proud of this city and, despite it’s problems and struggles, what it has and continues to stand for and that Finns have played a part in it.

12 June 2025

The Author Pans Wes Anderson's Latest and Then Discusses How Directors Fade Away

The Phoenician Scheme

Wes Anderson has lost the plot. And so did his latest film. I recently saw The Phoenician Scheme. It was unmistakably an Anderson film, he has a style like no one else. But as his been the trend with him, that style got in the way of telling a story. Enough already with the quirky characters and the deadpan expressions and the lovely colors, the famous actors popping up in minuscule roles and the silliness. It’s gone from refreshing and exciting to…this again? Anderson is a director getting in his own way. 

It was hard to tell what the Phoenician Scheme was supposed to be about. In terms of a storyline it resembled something a couple of stoned fifteen-year-old boys would concoct. It was all over the place with a lot of characters introduced seemingly for the sake of it. A great artist would either try to do something different from time to time or hit it out of the ball park every time. This was the same old schtick and it was a weak grounder to third.


My three favorite of Anderson’s films are Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums and Moonrise Kingdom. They had beginnings, ends and middles. They were told with style and verve and a uniqueness that was extraordinary. But I don’t know what the hell he’s on about with his latest. I liked his previous picture, Asteroid City. That’s liked not loved. The French Dispatch and the Grand Budapest Hotel were also nice. But the downward trend had by then begun that for me culminated with hot mess that is the Phoenician Scheme.


It got me thinking about a somewhat related topic: do directors do their best work early and in the middle of their career and fade at the end? The simple way to answer that is to look at the last three films by great directors and see how they measure up to his/her earlier work.


Martin Scorsese’s last three feature films are Silence, The Irishman and Killers of the Flower Moon. All decent films but bloated and excessive and not at all comparable to the likes of Taxi Driver, Raging Bull and Goodfellas which are all masterpieces of modern cinema.


Francis Ford Coppola made the Godfather The Godfather Part 2, The Conversation and Apocalypse Now in the Seventies. Since then nothing to write home about.


John Ford ended his career with Cheyenne Autumn, Young Cassidy and Chesty: A Tribute to a Legend. Not exactly Stagecoach, Grapes of Wrath or The Searchers.


Howard Hawks, he of His Girl Friday, The Big Sleep and Red River, brought his career to a close with pictures called Red Line 7000, Rio Lobo and El Dorado.


Ingmar Bergman, my favorite director of all time, finished his oeuvre off with Saraband and a slew of TV movies that were little seen or heard of.


Federico Fellini, who like Bergman made a string of classics in the fifties and sixties, closed out his career with Ginger and Fred, Intervista and The Voice of the Moon.


Alfred Hitchcock’s long brilliant career petered out with Topaz, Frenzy and Family Plot. The latter of those three was a nice movie but nothing that one would compare with Psycho, Notorious, The Lodger or any of a dozen other classics he directed.


I checked out other directors -- Akira Kurosawa, Charlie Chaplin, Jean-Luc Goddard, Michaelangelo Antonioni, Hal Ashby, Robert Altman, Billy Wilder, Vittorio De Sica -- and it was the same story. 


The only exceptions I came across were Luis Buñuel — his last three were the Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoise, That Obscure Object of Desire and Phantom of Liberty, all among his best — and Aki Kaurismäki who’s latest film, Fallen Leaves, is my favorite of his. It was preceded by two other excellent films, Le Havre and The Other Side of Hope. Of course Kaurismäki could conceivably come out of retirement and muck it all up. Hope not and doubt it.


It is rare indeed for a director’s best work to be at the end  of his career. The creative flame must simply burn out. I suppose it can be likened to athletes who, absent an early retirement, are often shadows of their former selves as their careers wind down.


Based on his latest work, this already seems to be the case with Wes Anderson.

10 June 2025

Would it be Interesting to Post Texts I've Sent My Wife Over the Past Few Months? You Get to be the Judge!


Is this guy so desperate for content that he's going to publish text messages that he sent his wife? Yes and no. Rather no and yes. I'm not at all desperate for content but I am going to publish a sampling of texts I've sent my wife since the beginning of the calendar year. Some are mundane. Some are interesting. Some maybe amusing. These are not all the texts I've sent her since January, even I know that would be tedious. But it is a sampling and all are unexpurgated. Hope you enjoy.

Monday January 6: Frances also got a season’s greeting from Greg. He also didn’t respond. We think Greg is weird.

Sunday January 12; Okay. Leaving the house in about twenty minutes to get lunch and go to the game so I’ll see you sometime after four.


Monday January 13: A ridiculous morning. Copier problems, smart board issues, room confusion, roster errors and I have five new students. Now I remember why I used to drink.


Tuesday February 4: Pants are soaking wet. Should have worn track pants as I considered. Spare socks wetter than the ones I wore. Otherwise all good.


Thursday February 13: At the bus stop early. A woman recognized me as someone who goes to basketball and is being chatty. Help!If she continues to chat on the bus I might get off and walk.


Thursday February 20: You’re a beautiful person inwardly and outwardly.


Monday March 3: Three new students two females I’ve now got eight women and eight men. One of the newbies is from Italy. Worried she’s in the wrong level. Had trouble with my introductory questions. Hope you’re having a nice morning.


Friday March 7. The lunch provided grosses me out so I'll pick up something on the way home.


Sunday March 9: Looks like you’re home. I’m in the theater. Just had a long chat with Marty who’s here too. Thanks for the sandwich and apple. Ate them at West Gate. I guess I’ll be home sometime after nine. Love you!


Monday March 10. Two new students one is a 65-year old Peruvian Economics Professor.


Sunday March 23:  Monday gym day. Tuesday lunch out. Wednesday lunch right away then I leave. Thursday pack a lunch. Friday gym.


Tuesday March 25: Friday is pastry day in my class. Up for a little baking?


Friday March 28: Bananas, blueberries, blackberries, kefir and granola.


Saturday April 5: Not surprised. You’re a genius. Hence your marriage to me.


Monday April 14: I now have 12 students, nine females, three males, eight Asians, two Columbians an Italian and a Swiss.


Wednesday April 16: All my female students are present today. All my male students are absent.


Monday April 28: Three new students all female two from Vietnam and one from Columbia. I have sixteen total. Eleven women and five men. None are British.


Tuesday April 29: In case you’re wondering my purchase at Target during the break was for razors and deodorant.


Monday May 5: Students are working silently on something from the book. I’m reminded of when I was little and my cousin was visiting and we’d been playing. It was his nap time so I had to kill time until his nap was over and we could play again. I want the students to finish the reading just as I wanted my cousin to finish his nap.


Thursday May 8: My students are chattering away. I’m all set for vacation in terms of preparation here. Just have to teach today and tomorrow.


Tuesday May 13: I’m in line to see the Scottish Crown Jewels.


See May 18 text
Sunday May 18: View from my seat.

Tuesday May 20: At the King’s Head for a fish sandwich and salad. Will swing by the bookstore then come back.


Tuesday May 27: I’m back at it. Can’t tell what my demographics are as the attendance page (they rolled out a new one in my absence) is messed up. Right now I’ve got two new students: a confused Japanese male and a woman from Italy who’s a shrink. She’s bubbly and full of confidence. They offset each other.


Saturday May 31: Long line to get in even for those of us with tickets. I’m going to spend an hour learning one or two things I didn’t know about getting published and have a few days of unwarranted optimism. So it goes.


Monday June 2: Lost one student who moved up to advanced and gained one who moved up to my class so I’m still at sixteen and since it was a female replacing a female I still have eight of each. New student is Italian which gives me two. She’s from Rimini and was very impressed that I knew that it was Fellini’s hometown.


Tuesday June 10: A student just said: “my home is near the Great Wall of China." That seemed such a strange and wonderful comment to hear.

06 June 2025

You Gotta Have Heart: A Bit About a Friend's Coming Back From the Dead and the Inevitable Lament About the State of the Nation

That's Eric in the tie dye, Alastair in the middle and yours truly.

I heard from a Cal football friend the other day. I only ever see Eric at Memorial Stadium but he and Alastair -- who I sit next to at games -- text one another year round. Eric texted me Wednesday and asked if I had time for a phone call. I did. 

Our conversation started with me updating him on my recent vacation. After a brief rundown I innocently asked how he was doing fully expecting  the usual, fine, pretty good or not too bad. Instead I heard a helluva story.

Last month Eric died. Nineteen times. Feeling poorly he’d driven himself to the ER where he promptly collapsed and his heart stopped. He was brought back. He then preceded to flat line repeatedly and was repeatedly revived. He has no memory of any of this. Not even of the time he came to with a doctor on top of him performing CPR. Evidently misunderstanding the doctor's intention, he pushed the doctor off. Undaunted, the physician continued his life saving efforts. Successfully.


Next week Eric will go back to work. He’s got something of a defibrillator in his chest along with a pacemaker. Alastair and I have pacemakers too. Join the club. (There are any number of jokes I could insert here about what being a Cal football fan does to one's heart but I'll save those for another time.) What was most evident from Eric’s call was that he has a newfound appreciation for life. Who wouldn't? Dodging death by the tiniest of margins makes life seem all the more precious.


I apologize for how hokey the following sounds but damn if it isn’t true: life is an incredible gift and we are beyond lucky to be here. The odds of being born are estimated to be somewhere in the neighborhood of one in 400 trillion. To be born and healthy is something of a miracle. To be alive today and not in say, the 9th century is also extremely fortuitous. I’ve stayed alive for just over seventy-one years and am in excellent physical health as I have been for most of my time on this planet. What a lucky guy. When I think of the misfortunes that have beset me (Mom's mental illness for starters) I also try to remember all the blessings I've enjoyed.


As I told Eric, I look forward to seeing him at Cal's first home football game in September, especially so since the privilege of hanging out with him was almost permanently canceled. 


I’m going to change the subject here by noting that it’s not so lucky that we are suffering from the most heartless and least intelligent presidential administration since….I’m not sure when although ever is a possible answer. Certainly the cruelest since the 19th century. Trumpy is desperately trying to turn the clock back to the Gilded Age, one imagines that’s when he thinks American was great, hence his ubiquitous slogan.


The Republicans are not only trying to wipe away all the advances brought about by Civil Rights, The Great Society, The Fair Deal and the New Deal, they’re trying to wipe away all the gains from the Progressive Era. It seems we’ll soon abolish child labor laws, go back to the six-day work week, totally eliminate the social safety net, close the FDA and repeal the income tax. The richest Americans will be infinitely richer, the poorest will suffer.  I shouldn’t be surprised to see indentured servitude brought back. At least there’ll be huge military parades.


We could vote the rascals out but are fair elections a thing of the past? Will we continue to have a free press to report on the nefarious deeds of the Trumpists? Will political rallies and marches soon be verboten? We're still in the first few months of this dastardly administration. More horrors surely await.


No matter what it seems the yokels, hicks, bumpkins, hayseeds, idiots, morons and knuckle draggers who are so proliferate in places like Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas, Montana, Wyoming and Alaska will support the bastards. 


Yes, we’re lucky to be alive and should rejoice in our health but since we’e here and faring well, could we please have a sane and compassionate and competent government? Please?