Morning Coffee: The Cowboy I Knew

Tell Them Now While It Matters. Tomorrow May Never Come!

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

October 1, 2026


Good morning, mates!

I thought I’d throw a little English banter into today’s chatter. It seemed fitting while I sat here with a cup of coffee and a recording of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds playing in the background.

Cowboy holding a steaming mug beside a ranch fence at sunset

I record shows when they air and watch them when life gives me a moment. This morning, while the Enterprise traveled through space, my mind wandered back to the days when I was a young chap watching cowboys ride across the television screen.

There was Rawhide, Hopalong Cassidy, and Gene Autry singing his way through the West. I enjoyed them all. But even as a boy, I thought some of those fellows had an easy time of it. The cowboy I knew best had horses to feed, cattle to tend, and work waiting for him whether the cameras were rolling or not.

That cowboy was my dad.

I watched him care for our animals day after day. He was tough, capable, and steady. To me, he was the real thing. He was my hero from the beginning.

What I don’t know is whether I ever told him that clearly enough.

We sometimes assume the people we love already know what they mean to us. Maybe they do. But hearing it from us can still make a difference. A few honest words can stay with someone long after the morning is over.

So while you have your coffee today, think of someone who matters to you. Tell them what you admire about them. Thank them for something they taught you. Let them know that the ordinary things they do have never looked ordinary to you.

You don’t need a grand speech. You just need to say it while they’re here to hear it.

My dad never rode across a television screen. But after all these years, he is still the cowboy I remember best.


By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026


Morning Coffee: Five Minutes Ago

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

September 26, 2026

Some people need a cup of coffee to wake up. Others need a Loch Ness Monster.

Two people in a boat above a giant river creature
Changing perspectives…

I heard a joke about a man who set out across Loch Ness to prove there was no monster. He was an atheist, too, and quite sure he knew what he would find: a lake, some water, and a good story somebody had made up.

Then his boat reached the middle of the lake. The sky darkened. The shoreline disappeared. And out of the water rose a creature towering over his boat.

“God, help me!” the man cried.

A voice came down from above. “That’s interesting. Five minutes ago, you didn’t believe in me.”

The man looked up and shouted, “Five minutes ago, I didn’t believe in the Loch Ness Monster, either!”

I have to give him that one. If a monster rose beside my boat, I would reconsider several things at once. I might even develop a sudden appreciation for life jackets, fast motors, and staying home.

Changing your mind when the facts change makes sense. But I have watched people change their views without a monster, a fact, or even a decent explanation in sight. An idea is terrible at breakfast, then brilliant by lunch because someone they admire said it out loud. The evidence hasn’t changed. The company has.

I suppose we have all done a little of that. Before the first cup of coffee, I can be certain I don’t need a second. Five minutes later, the pot starts looking mighty persuasive.

So today, if someone’s opinion changes in an instant, I may ask myself what appeared: new evidence, a new audience, or a creature rising out of the lake?

If it’s the creature, I’m changing my mind, too. And I’m taking my coffee to go.

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026


You Don’t Have to Finish the Day Before Breakfast

The day may arrive all at once, but we can only live it one moment at a time. Begin with the coffee, take the next good step, and let the rest of the morning wait its turn.

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

September 25, 2026


###

There are mornings when I wake up already behind.

I haven’t even placed my feet on the floor, yet my mind is standing beside the bed with a clipboard.

There are messages to answer, bills to remember, appointments to keep, stories to write, and several little things I promised myself I would do yesterday. Before I have poured my first cup of coffee, my brain has scheduled enough work to exhaust three people—and at least one of them should be younger than I am.

Traveler beside numbers 1 through 7; sign reads, “A stubborn sunrise is better than not having any at all.”
Just start counting the stress away 1…2…3…4…

That is the trouble with mornings. The day arrives all at once, even though we can only live it one moment at a time.

Coffee understands this.

It doesn’t leap from the container into the cup fully prepared. The water must heat. The grounds must be measured. The coffee must brew. Then comes the cream, sugar, or whatever little ceremony makes the cup your own.

Nobody stands beside the coffee maker shouting, “Hurry up! We have an entire day to finish!”

Well, perhaps somebody does. But that person should probably be sent back to bed.

Coffee takes the time coffee takes.

Maybe we should grant ourselves the same kindness.

We do not have to solve every problem before breakfast. We do not have to know how the entire day will unfold. We don’t even have to feel particularly enthusiastic about it. Sometimes our first accomplishment is simply getting out of bed. The next may be finding our glasses and remembering why we walked into the kitchen.

Progress is still progress, even when it arrives wearing slippers.

I have discovered that a day becomes much less intimidating when I stop carrying all twenty-four hours at once. I only need to carry this moment.

Drink the coffee.

Answer one message.

Make one decision.

Do the next decent thing.

Then do another.

Some days will still become tangled. Plans will change. Someone will call just as we sit down. Something we carefully placed where we would remember it will disappear into that mysterious dimension occupied by missing socks, reading glasses, and important pieces of paper.

That does not mean the day has been lost.

There is still time to do some Fall Cleaning. Remember -– This is the first week of Autumn and Fall cleaning is not only for closets and cupboards. Sometimes our memories need to be taken down, dusted off, and placed where we can see them again.

A good day does not have to be a perfect day. It only needs a few honest moments: a kindness offered, a responsibility met, a laugh we didn’t expect, or the decision to begin again after something went wrong.

So, if this morning already feels too heavy, set part of it down.

You were never expected to carry the entire day before breakfast.

Begin with the coffee. Let it warm your hands. Take a breath and allow the world to turn without your supervision for a minute or two.

The day will still be waiting.

But perhaps, after that first cup, it won’t look quite so large.

Go ahead get a another cup, and enjoy your morning!


By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026


Are you exhausted before your feet even reach the floor? Today’s Morning Coffee is a reminder that you don’t have to carry all twenty-four hours at once—and progress still counts when it arrives wearing slippers.

Morning Coffee: Who Should Remain on the Friends List?

A friends list should not require complete agreement. The better question is not whether someone thinks like us, but whether they can disagree while still treating others with dignity.

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

September 22, 2026


Two smartphones beside two coffee cups on a wooden table
Two smartphones rest beside coffee cups in a warmly lit, relaxed workspace.

This weekend, Steve and I found ourselves discussing a modern-day question: Who should we remain social media friends with?

It’s the first day of fall, so you know what that means: seasonal cleaning! Grab the broom and dusting cloth, clear away yesterday’s dust, and make room for everything this new season may bring.

Some of our online friends are people we know personally. Others entered our lives professionally. Some are kinfolk—and, as everyone knows, you do not get to choose your kinfolk. You simply learn which subjects should never be discussed at Thanksgiving.

Then there are the people we have never met. By every traditional definition, they are strangers. Yet, through years of comments, photographs, birthday wishes and shared stories, some of them have become more thoughtful and dependable than people we once saw every day.

Our friends lists also contain a few hangovers from our school years. Some go all the way back to kindergarten, while others joined us somewhere between high school and our last stop in higher education. There are former coworkers, old neighbors, distant cousins and people we once knew well but now recognize primarily by their profile pictures.

Together, they make up this grand and rather peculiar collection called a “friends list.”

The question Steve and I discussed was whether the things these people post could affect how others see us. Does remaining connected to someone suggest that we agree with everything that person believes?

Suppose a distant social media friend—someone we have never met—announces that they are against oxygen. Suddenly, the rumor begins circulating that Ben and Steve want people to stop breathing.

That would be the furthest thing from the truth. We want almost everyone to continue breathing.

But social media does not leave much room for careful distinctions. A friendship, a “like,” or even a silent connection can sometimes be interpreted as an endorsement. People may assume that because someone appears on our friends list, we approve of everything that person says.

That brings us to the difficult part: Who stays, and who goes?

Should one negative political post be enough to unfriend someone? Probably not. Most of us have had a bad day, written something too quickly or allowed frustration to speak before good judgment arrived.

Disagreement alone is not necessarily a reason to end a friendship. If someone dislikes watermelons, for instance, I might question their judgment—but I would not immediately remove them from my life.

However, if they begin posting that people who eat watermelons are destroying America, should be denied medical care and ought to be rounded up before the next family picnic, then we have moved beyond a harmless difference of opinion.

There is a difference between disagreeing with people and demeaning them.

Someone may disagree with our politics, our religion, our marriage or the way we live our lives. They have that right. But we also have the right to decide what behavior we will welcome into our personal space.

A friends list should not require complete agreement. If it did, most of us would eventually be left talking only to ourselves—and even then, I occasionally disagree with myself.

The better question may not be, “Does this person think like me?” It may be, “Does this person treat others with basic dignity?”

Can they disagree without becoming cruel? Can they discuss an issue without insulting entire groups of people? Do their posts contribute something worthwhile, or do they exist mainly to provoke fear, anger and division? When they discover that something they shared was false, do they correct it—or simply move on to the next falsehood?

Those questions tell us much more about a person than whether they vote the same way we do.

There is also a difference between making a mistake and establishing a pattern. One thoughtless post can be forgiven. A steady stream of hatred, personal attacks and deliberate misinformation becomes a choice.

At that point, unfriending someone is not necessarily an act of punishment. It may simply be an act of housekeeping.

We clean our homes by deciding what belongs inside them. Perhaps we should occasionally do the same with our social media spaces.

That does not mean everyone who irritates us must be shown the door. Social media platforms usually provide quieter choices. We can unfollow someone without ending the connection. We can mute a page, hide certain posts or simply continue scrolling.

Not every disagreement requires a courtroom, a family feud or a public announcement beginning with the words, “I am cleaning up my friends list.”

Sometimes the healthiest response is simply to stop giving someone our attention.

Steve and I did not establish a complicated set of rules. We did not begin working down the alphabet, judging every person from childhood onward. Instead, we came back to something much simpler.

We can remain connected to people who disagree with us. We can even learn from them. But we do not have to provide an audience for cruelty, hatred or the deliberate humiliation of others.

Friendship should leave room for differences. It should not require us to surrender our peace, compromise our values or remain silent while others are treated as less than human.

So, who should remain on the friends list?

Perhaps the people who remind us that there is still room in this world for conversation, laughter, kindness and the occasional disagreement over watermelon.

As for oxygen, Steve and I remain firmly in favor of it.

Since it is the first week of fall, we are doing a little seasonal cleaning around here—dusting off a few stories that deserve another moment in the light. You will notice as you read this weeks stories there will be a few cleaning tips sprinkled about as you read. ;-)

Have another cup of coffee—and please, continue breathing.


By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

——       Who should remain on our social media friends list? The people who disagree with us—or only those who know how to disagree without becoming cruel? This Morning Coffee considers friendship, boundaries, watermelons and why Ben and Steve remain firmly in favor of oxygen.

By the Time Hollywood Gets to Georgia – The GOP Will Be Crying…

Conservative states may believe they are taking Hollywood away from California. But movie productions bring more than cameras, celebrities and California money. They also bring thousands of workers—and some may decide to stay. While political leaders carefully redraw their districts, could they also be importing the very voters who might redraw their political future?

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

September 21, 2026


###

Take a big long sip!

You are going to need it. Maybe take another.

This will be a morning that you also should take bite out of something sweet. I suggest an Apple Fritter. Heavily glazed. The sugar rush will come in later regardless.

Now then.

Benjamin and Sheriff Otis
Stylized United States map linking Hollywood, Phoenix, Dallas, Austin, and Atlanta
A cinematic map connects Hollywood with major production hubs across the United States.



Sheriff Otis and I have been listening to all this talk about re-districting— those voter’s districts being re-drawn, challenged, redrawn, rechallenged and hauled through the courts until nobody is entirely sure which district they live in or whether their congressman is still their congressman.

Several conservative states apparently believe they have discovered the perfect lines. They may have won.

Or have they?

While everybody was staring at the political maps, California may have been looking at a much larger map—the one showing where the movie studios are going.

California, after all, is not some little roadside economy surviving on oranges, movie stars and photographs of the Hollywood sign. Its economy is larger than those of most countries. If California were an independent nation, recent economic figures would place it among the largest economies in the world.

It could probably afford its own army, navy and air force. With Hollywood involved, it could film the invasion, win an Academy Award for it and sell the streaming rights before lunch.

Yet many people continue to speak of California as though it contributes nothing useful to the country.

Nothing, that is, except the movies, television programs, technology, agricultural products and enormous amounts of money they would very much like California to bring into their states.

Georgia, Texas and other states have been offering film incentives to attract productions away from Hollywood. They see studio lights, camera crews and production money arriving, and they begin smiling from rear to rear, believing they have finally found the end of the rainbow.

“Bring us your movies!” they shout.

“Build your studios here!”

“Spend that California money in our restaurants, hotels and Hoot-and-Whistles!”

But they may not have thought the entire thing through.

Productions do not arrive by themselves. They bring actors, camera operators, costume designers, makeup artists, writers, carpenters, electricians and thousands of other workers. Some remain only long enough to finish a production and return home. Others may decide they like the lower cost of living, the warm weather or the fact that a person can still find a parking space.

Those who genuinely establish residency may eventually register to vote.

Sheriff Otis howls out “BLUE VOTERS, MAYNARD!”

You heard me (he barks.)

Liberals moving east from California.

Or as Otis refers to it, A very bad area to sniff. (It smells of cow and oil drums.)

The very states hoping to attract California’s entertainment industry could also attract Californians. Those newcomers might vote in school-board races, city-council elections and contests for governor, Congress and the Senate.

They will not necessarily vote alike, of course. Californians are not produced on a political assembly line, even if Hollywood probably owns the rights to one.

Still, imagine the irony.

Political leaders redraw districts hoping to protect their party, then approve enormous incentives that encourage thousands of workers from another state to move directly into those carefully constructed districts.

Who Shot J.R.?

It would be the greatest political plot twist since television viewers learned that J.R. had been shot.

And who helped encourage the great migration of studios, corporations and media operations across the country?

The same political leaders who wanted California’s business without California’s influence.

They wanted the gold.

They just forgot that California is called the Golden State because Californians tend to arrive with it.

Perhaps California does not need to fight every redistricting map in court. Perhaps it merely needs to send a film crew.

Before long, every carefully drawn district could contain a casting director, three screenwriters, two sound engineers and somebody ordering an oat-milk latte at the Fill-Your-Buggy.

Conservative states may believe they are taking Hollywood away from California.

California may simply be franchising.


By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

Morning Coffee: Father Time Clocks In

Warren Buffett says Father Time always wins. At 96, he has stepped down as chairman of Berkshire Hathaway, leaving me to wonder: Did anyone ever call him at bedtime because the evening shift was short?

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

September 20, 2026


###

Warren Buffett, age approximately one thousand, has stepped down as chairman of Berkshire Hathaway.

Warren Buffett

I included “Berkshire” because if I had said only “Hathaway,” some of you might have pictured Miss Jane from The Beverly Hillbillies. At Buffett’s age, I half expect her to step out of a closet with a ledger and tell him Mr. Drysdale needs him at the bank.

(Nancy Kulp) Jane Hathaway

Buffett is actually 96.

His son Howard, a youthful 71, is taking over as chairman.

Greg Abel is already running the company as CEO, so Howard won’t have to spend his first day learning where they keep the keys to every Dairy Queen.

Howard Buffett

Buffett said, “Father Time always wins.” He is right about that. But I do wonder what retirement feels like when your workday has involved moving billions of dollars. Did anyone ever call just as he was getting into bed and say, “Warren, the evening shift is short. Can you come in?” Did he ever have to find someone to cover a holiday weekend?

I’m sure his work carried pressures I’ll never know. Still, I hope Howard is ready for the family tradition: putting in a few decades at Berkshire, reaching his seventies, and being told it’s finally his turn to take the chair.

As for Warren, I hope he enjoys retirement. He can sleep in, take a leisurely breakfast, and resist the urge to check how much the coffee company is worth.

Then again, after a lifetime of working, perhaps the hardest part is simply sitting down long enough to drink the coffee while it’s hot.


By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

Morning Coffee: The Sausage Patties

Whatever the reason, I’ll be back next weekend. Our waitress can probably write down my order now.


By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026


Every weekend, usually Saturday or Sunday and sometimes both, we visit the same local restaurant. Our waitress looks for us. By the time we settle into a booth, she knows what I’m having, and our drinks are already on their way.

Three Sausage Patties, three eggs, wheat toast, hash browns, and a bowl of gravy. That is my order. Steve is more complicated. He studies the menu, makes a decision, changes his mind, and studies it again.

My order never changes. There’s comfort in that, especially at the end of a week when everything else seems to have demanded a decision.

I should explain the capital letters. Those Sausage Patties deserve them. They are, as we used to say when I was growing up, to die for. Back then, we said that about all sorts of things. These days, I’m happy just to get up on a weekend morning and go have breakfast.

I think fennel is part of what makes them so good. At least, that’s the word I intend to say. At the restaurant, Steve and I sometimes call it “fentanyl” by mistake. Then one of us catches it, and we both start laughing. Our waitress knows perfectly well what we mean, though I suspect she enjoys watching us try to get the word right.

The mix-up has become part of our weekend routine. I can forget the name of the seasoning halfway through a sentence, but I never forget how those patties taste. By midweek, I’m already looking forward to their return performance.

Of course, the sausage alone wouldn’t make this our place. Our waitress remembers us. Steve gets all the time he needs with the menu. I get to sit across from him while our breakfast arrives, knowing that for a little while, there is nowhere else we need to be.

It’s a simple pleasure. That may be why I keep coming back to it.

Next weekend, Steve will open the menu and consider his options. Our waitress will look at me, pick up her pen, and smile. She already knows. And if I happen to mention the wrong herb again, I know she’ll know what I mean. Her name? Christin-a.



By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

In 63 years, America has traveled an extraordinary distance, and yet some shadows seem to follow us from one generation into another.

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

September 18, 2026


Illuminated modern building beside calm water with Washington Monument in distance

When President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas on November 22, 1963, questions involving the Soviet Union quickly became part of the national conversation. Lee Harvey Oswald had lived in the Soviet Union, had a Russian wife, and had visited the Soviet Embassy in Mexico City shortly before the assassination. Those facts helped feed suspicions that have persisted for generations.

Official investigations, however, did not establish that the Soviet government ordered or participated in Kennedy’s murder. The Warren Commission found no evidence that Oswald had been employed or encouraged by a foreign government, and a later congressional investigation likewise concluded that the Soviet government was not involved.

Still, the suspicion never entirely disappeared from the American imagination.

More than half a century later, Russia would again become entangled in an American presidency—this time under very different circumstances. U.S. intelligence agencies and the bipartisan Senate Intelligence Committee concluded that Russia interfered in the 2016 presidential election. Investigations also documented numerous contacts between people associated with Donald Trump’s campaign and individuals connected to Russia, although those investigations did not establish that the Trump family had joined a Russian conspiracy to control the election.

The circumstances were different.

The questions were different.

But Russia had once again become part of an American argument about a president, political power and public trust.

And somewhere between those two moments stands the name John F. Kennedy.

In 1963, that name became permanently attached to a national tragedy.

Sixty-three years later, it has again become part of a national political struggle.

In 63 years, we have watched America pass through moments that once seemed almost unimaginable.

Some of us were born into an America still carrying the optimism of the Kennedy years. Then came the Bay of Pigs, the failed 1961 invasion of Cuba authorized by President John F. Kennedy after the operation had originally been developed during the Eisenhower administration. It became one of Kennedy’s earliest foreign-policy crises.

Then, on November 22, 1963, President Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas.

Five years later, his brother Robert Kennedy was assassinated while campaigning for the Democratic presidential nomination.

That same turbulent year, 1968, President Lyndon Baines Johnson surprised the nation by announcing that he would neither seek nor accept his party’s nomination for another term. His decision came while the Vietnam War consumed the nation and political divisions at home continued to deepen.

Vietnam itself stretched across presidencies, taking American lives and leaving divisions that remained long after the troops came home.

Then came Watergate.

President Richard Nixon resigned on August 9, 1974, as impeachment proceedings advanced against him. One month later, President Gerald Ford granted Nixon a full presidential pardon for federal offenses he had committed or might have committed while in office.

America moved forward again.

Then came the Iran hostage crisis.

Fifty-two Americans were held hostage for 444 days after the U.S. Embassy in Tehran was seized in 1979. President Jimmy Carter paid an enormous political price for the crisis. Yet negotiations conducted by his administration produced the agreement that ultimately secured their freedom. The hostages were released on January 20, 1981—the day Carter left office and Ronald Reagan was inaugurated.

Then, during the Reagan administration, came Iran-Contra.

Weapons were secretly sold to Iran as administration officials sought assistance in securing the freedom of American hostages held in Lebanon, while money from the transactions was diverted to support the Contra forces in Nicaragua. Reagan initially rejected the characterization that weapons had been traded for hostages, but later acknowledged that the facts showed the initiative had deteriorated into exactly that.

Under President George H. W. Bush, America went to war in the Persian Gulf after Iraq invaded Kuwait.

During the Clinton years, turmoil came from both abroad and within our own borders. We witnessed the deadly conclusion of the Branch Davidian standoff near Waco, Texas, in 1993. Two years later, Timothy McVeigh bombed the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, killing 168 people, including 19 children. As of Sept 16, 2026 it remains the deadliest act of homegrown terrorism in American history.

Then came September 11, 2001.

During the presidency of George W. Bush, nineteen al-Qaeda terrorists hijacked four commercial airplanes. Two struck the World Trade Center towers, another struck the Pentagon, and the fourth crashed in Pennsylvania after passengers and crew fought back. Nearly 3,000 people were killed.

A decade later, during the Obama administration, U.S. forces located and killed Osama bin Laden, the al-Qaeda leader who had directed the September 11 attacks.

And still America continued.

Donald Trump became the 45th president. Joe Biden followed as the 46th. Trump returned as the 47th.

During those years another consequential development occurred. In July 2024, the Supreme Court ruled in Trump v. United States that former presidents possess absolute immunity from criminal prosecution for actions falling within their core constitutional powers and at least presumptive immunity for other official presidential acts. The decision significantly altered the legal framework surrounding presidential power and accountability.

Now another American institution has become part of that continuing argument over government, presidential power, history and national identity: the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts.

The Kennedy Center was created as a living memorial to President John F. Kennedy. In 2026, efforts by its Trump-aligned leadership to place President Trump’s name on the building and grounds were blocked by a federal judge, who ruled that such changes require congressional authorization. Shortly afterward, the board voted to close most of the Kennedy Center for as long as two years for what it described as renovations and safety repairs. Fencing has since gone up around the complex.

And perhaps that is why the Kennedy Center has become symbolic of something larger.

Not because one building defines America.

It does not.

But because institutions accumulate meaning.

A memorial is not simply concrete, marble, steel and glass. Its name tells future generations whom a nation chose to remember. Its halls preserve music, theater, ceremony and history. Its identity becomes part of the historical record.

That is why changes to such places matter.

America rarely loses its identity in one dramatic moment. History suggests that change more often comes piece by piece—through elections, court decisions, wars, scandals, legislation, cultural struggles and arguments over institutions that once seemed permanent.

Sometimes those changes strengthen the country.

Sometimes Americans decide later that they went too far.

And sometimes a generation does not realize how much has changed until it turns around and looks at everything that disappeared along the way.

For those of us who have lived these 63 years, that may be the greater lesson.

We have watched presidents come and go. We have watched wars begin and end. We have watched assassinations, terrorist attacks, political scandals and constitutional crises. We have watched the country bend under pressures that, at the time, appeared capable of breaking it.

Yet the buildings themselves were never really the foundation.

The foundation was the agreement that some things belonged not to one president, one political party or one generation, but to the American people.

And perhaps that is the question confronting us again:

What parts of our national inheritance are merely ours to change—and what parts have we been entrusted to preserve for those who come after us?

And now we find ourselves back at the Kennedy name.

The John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts was designated by Congress as a living memorial to the slain president. In 2026, a political and legal struggle developed over efforts by the Kennedy Center’s Trump-aligned leadership to place President Donald Trump’s name on the institution and its grounds. A federal judge ruled that such changes require congressional authorization. Shortly afterward, the board voted to close most of the Center for extensive renovations, and fencing appeared around the complex. The administration says the closure is necessary for repairs; opponents have challenged the actions surrounding the Center and fear permanent changes to its identity.

That brings these 63 years into an almost haunting circle.

They began for many of us with the gunshots in Dallas and the destruction of a presidency.

They now bring us to a building created so that the name of that president—and what his generation represented—would remain alive long after those gunshots faded.

I hesitate to call what is happening at the Kennedy Center the destruction of the building itself, because that has not been established. But symbolically, something much larger is being argued over.

Who owns a national memorial?

Who decides what name it carries?

How much authority should any sitting president have to reshape an institution created by Congress to memorialize another?

And when does renovation become reinvention?

Perhaps that is where the Kennedy Center becomes more than another Washington building surrounded by fencing.

For those who remember November 1963, it can represent the closing of an extraordinary historical circle.

Kennedy was killed by an assassin’s bullet.

His presidency ended in Dallas.

But his name survived.

It survived on schools, highways, airports, a space center and one of America’s most important cultural institutions.

That is why what happens to the Kennedy Center matters beyond marble, concrete and performance halls.

A nation can bury a president.

It can survive his assassination.

But the more difficult question comes generations later:

Does it continue to protect the memory entrusted to it?

Perhaps the Kennedy Center should not be described as the final nail in President Kennedy’s coffin.

Kennedy’s coffin was closed 63 years ago.

The more unsettling possibility is that we are deciding, 63 years later, what becomes of the legacy that remained above ground.


By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

Morning Coffee*2 – Today We Had To Have A Second Cup of Coffee –

September 11th, 2001 How The Day’s Events Unfolded

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

September 11, 2026


We Will Never Forget September 11, 2001


The Morning Everything Changed

For me, September 11, 2001, began as an average day.

There was nothing about that morning that suggested history was about to interrupt ordinary life.

It was just before 9:00 a.m. I had stopped at the Mayor’s Office in Wichita, Kansas, to drop off schedules and some other papers. After finishing there, I stepped into the elevator to head down toward the Chief of Police’s Office.

Several other people were riding with me.

Then my phone rang.

city skyline during night time
Photo by Philip Warp on Pexels.com

At that time, it still wasn’t especially common for everyone to be carrying a cell phone the way we do today. I looked at the incoming number and knew immediately that I probably needed to answer it.

I barely had time to offer a greeting.

I was told to stop what I was doing and get over to the Wichita Eagle as quickly as possible to monitor what I could from the wire.

There had been an attack on the World Trade Center.

That was all I knew.

I made my way toward my vehicle, still trying to understand what I had just been told.

Then another call came.

A second airplane had struck the other tower.

I remember saying aloud, almost in disbelief:

“What? An airplane just hit the towers? Two of them?”

The people standing nearby looked at me in shock.

They wanted to know what was happening.

I told them the only thing I could tell them with any certainty:

Get to a television or a radio.

It appeared our nation was under attack.

By the time I arrived at the Wichita Eagle, the newsroom—or bullpen, as we called it—was unusually quiet.

It was full of reporters, but there was none of the ordinary newsroom chatter.

I stood just outside the room on the landing, watching television monitors and listening as the Associated Press wire sounded with update after update.

Someone would grab the latest report and read it aloud.

New York.

Then Pennsylvania.

Then Virginia and the District of Columbia.

Each update seemed worse than the one before it.

You could feel the realization spreading through the room that this was not going to be a normal news day.

It was going to be a very long day.

None of us standing there could have known just how long its shadow would become.

September 11 would destroy thousands of lives in a matter of hours. It would leave families grieving, reshape national security, change the way Americans traveled, and alter the direction of the country.

But history also has a strange way of reaching into individual lives in ways we cannot immediately see.

That day ultimately became part of the chain of events that changed my own life.

The economic and employment changes that followed would eventually lead Steve and me away from Kansas and the lower Great Plains and toward Arizona.

We went from winters of ice, snow, and cold prairie winds to the Sonoran Desert and summers measured in heat waves.

airplane over american flags near washington monument
Photo by Ramaz Bluashvili on Pexels.com

Years earlier, I had made Steve a promise that someday we would live in Phoenix.

I simply believed that “someday” was still twenty years away.

Life had other plans.

There is something almost impossible to reconcile about that.

A national tragedy that brought unimaginable grief to so many families also became one of the forces that redirected countless other lives.

Mine was one of them.

That does not lessen the tragedy.

If anything, it reminds me how far the consequences of a single day can travel.

A person can wake up believing they know exactly what tomorrow will look like.

Then the telephone rings.

A television screen changes.

A headline appears.

And suddenly the future takes a road no one had planned to travel.

That is what I remember most about September 11.

Not only the towers.

Not only the newsroom.

Not only the sound of the wire delivering one terrible update after another.

I remember how completely ordinary the morning had been just moments before.

And perhaps that is the lasting lesson.

We never really know which ordinary morning will become the dividing line between before and after.

So love the people around you.

Say what needs to be said.

Keep the promises that matter.

And never assume that because today began ordinarily, tomorrow is guaranteed to look the same.

Some mornings quietly become history.


By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

Morning Coffee — For many some, dates pass quietly on the calendar this day may not do so.

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

September 11, 2026


us flag on gray surface
Photo by Matthis Volquardsen on Pexels.com

September 11 does not.

For millions of Americans, and for people around the world, this date carries a scar that time has never completely erased. It reminds us where we were, what we saw, what we felt, and how quickly an ordinary morning became something unimaginable.

But beneath the history, the headlines, the smoke, the sirens, and the sorrow is another lesson that reaches into every home.

There are no guarantees when we say goodbye.

On the morning of September 11, 2001, thousands of people did what they had done countless mornings before.

They kissed a spouse goodbye.

They hugged a child.

They waved from a doorway.

They grabbed their coffee, headed for work, boarded an airplane, stepped into an office, answered an alarm, or began an ordinary shift.

Most of them had every reason to believe they would be home again that evening.

Some never were.

That may be one of the hardest truths September 11 leaves with us.

We often live as though there will always be another opportunity.

Another phone call.

Another dinner.

Another visit.

Another chance to say, “I love you.”

Another chance to apologize.

Another chance to linger at the door for just a few more seconds.

But life has never promised us that.

A person can leave our presence in the morning and, through circumstances completely beyond anyone’s control, be gone before nightfall.

September 11 reminds us not to take the people in our lives for granted.

It reminds us that the hurried goodbye deserves a little more care.

That the person sitting across from us at breakfast deserves our attention.

That the phone call from someone we love might be worth answering.

That anger sometimes deserves to be put aside before we walk out the door.

And that “I love you” is rarely something we should save for later.

This day also reminds us of those who ran toward danger while others were trying desperately to escape it.

Firefighters.

Police officers.

Paramedics.

Emergency workers.

Ordinary people who became extraordinary simply because someone else needed help.

Many knew the danger.

They went anyway.

Their courage remains part of the living legacy of September 11, along with the memories of every innocent life taken that morning.

So perhaps today’s coffee should be a little slower.

Perhaps we should sit with the people we love a little longer.

Make the call we have been putting off.

Forgive something that no longer deserves the space it occupies in our hearts.

And when someone we love walks out the door today, let our final words be words we would be at peace remembering.

Because none of us knows which goodbye will be the last.

September 11 taught us that lesson in the most painful way imaginable.

May we honor those who were lost not only by remembering how they died, but by remembering how important it is to cherish those who are still here.

This morning, hold your coffee close.

Hold your memories closer.

And hold the people you love closest of all.

We remember. We honor. And we never forget.

— Morning Coffee
benandsteve.com


By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

Ordinary Things – When Did We All Start Hopping?

It Used To Be Please, Just Step Out of the Car”

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

September 6, 2026


For coffee this morning I am sharing a pet peeve that has been picking at me lately.

Nothing serious. Nothing that is going to keep me awake at night. But it does irk me.

SUV with open doors parked on a suburban street at dusk
“Come on, hop out of the car…I just want you to hop for me”

It is this hopping thing.

Somewhere along the way, people began asking other grown adults to hop everywhere.

I notice it especially in police videos. It has leaked over into television comercials. And, I have heard waitresses refer to it, when seating people at restaurants. But, I mainly hear it those police videos.

An officer stops a vehicle, walks up to the driver and eventually says something like:

“Go ahead and hop out of the vehicle for me.”

Hop?

Have you ever actually seen a grown adult hop out of a car?

Outside of Easter, a sack race, or perhaps New Year’s Eve after somebody has had far too much to drink, I cannot remember seeing many adults hopping anywhere.

Yet law enforcement officers across the country now seem determined to get us hopping.

“Hop out for me.”

“Hop over here.”

“Hop in the back seat.”

Maybe that explains why some people in those YouTube videos refuse to get out of the car. Perhaps the instruction simply does not register.

Imagine a grown man appearing at your front door and saying:

“Sir, would you hop out onto the lawn for me?”

Would you?

I would probably stand there wondering exactly what kind of hop he had in mind.

Eventually, in some of these police videos, after several requests for the driver to “hop out,” patience disappears, a window gets broken, and the person is physically removed from the vehicle.

At that point, strangely enough, nobody is hopping.

Well, except perhaps the officers, who suddenly seem to be hopping around one another trying to get the person handcuffed.

Then comes the next instruction.

“Go ahead and hop into the back seat.”

Think about that for a moment.

The person is now handcuffed, standing beside a police car, possibly having just been dragged out of another automobile, and someone is asking them to hop into the back seat of a car driven by a complete stranger.

That requires considerably more coordination than I possess.

But the hopping is not finished.

Eventually they arrive at what officials may call a detention facility, processing center, correctional intake facility, or any number of impressive names.

Let us save some time.

It is jail.

The officers open the patrol-car door and what do you suppose comes next?

“Come on and hop out for me.”

Another hop.

Before the experience is finished, the poor person may have been asked to hop out, hop over, hop in, hop back out, and possibly hop onto a bench.

When exactly did hop become the standard instruction for grown adults?

What happened to:

“Please step out of the vehicle.”

“Step to the rear of the car.”

“Come back here and speak with me.”

Those instructions sound perfectly reasonable. More importantly, I know exactly what they mean.

There is another reason I think words matter.

Sometimes an officer is asking someone to step out of a vehicle because doing so may actually prevent a situation from becoming worse. A conversation beside the vehicle might clear something up. It might reveal information the driver needs to know. It might even keep that person from making another mistake that results in an additional charge.

Crime prevention, after all, is one of the most important parts of police work.

And preventing someone from turning one bad decision into three?

Well, that really is something worth hopping about.


By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

☕ Morning Coffee ––– Begin Where You Are

You always have to begin somewhere. It might as well begin with you!

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

August 28, 2026


Good morning, my friends.

Pour yourself a cup of coffee and sit with me for a few minutes.

cup of coffee near glass window
Photo by Gülru Sude on Pexels.com

Sometimes we convince ourselves that before we can move forward, everything has to be settled.

The house needs to be in order. The worries need to disappear. Yesterday’s problems need to be resolved, and tomorrow needs to make a little more sense.

Life rarely cooperates that neatly.

Most new beginnings happen while something else is still unfinished. We learn to take the next step while carrying a few unanswered questions with us.

Maybe that’s okay.

This morning doesn’t require you to have everything figured out. It only asks you to begin where you are—with the strength you have, the wisdom you’ve gained, and perhaps a warm cup of coffee in your hand.

Do one good thing. Say one kind word. Take one small step toward something that matters.

That is enough to get a day started.

You don’t need the whole road mapped out this morning. Just have faith enough to take the next step—the road will reveal itself as you go.

Until tomorrow, may your coffee stay warm, your memories stay close, and your hope stay strong.

— Benjamin Groff II
Morning Coffee at benandsteve.com


Morning Coffee —The Morning After

The Coffee on The Morning Will Taste Different

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026


The coffee is quieter this morning.

Yesterday, we buried my mother.

black and white photo of a man sitting at a table on a sidewalk
Photo by Efe Ersoy on Pexels.com

After traveling hundreds of miles with us—from Arizona, through New Mexico and Texas, and finally into Oklahoma—we brought her to Binger.

Her last ride is over.

She rests beside my father now.

And this morning, life has done that peculiar thing it always does after a loss.

It continued.

The sun came up.

Someone started a car.

A dog needed attention.

Coffee had to be made.

The world didn’t stop simply because something monumental happened in mine.

Perhaps that is one of life’s quietest lessons.

We spend days preparing ourselves for the big moments—the service, the goodbye, the final prayer. But nobody prepares us quite as well for the morning afterward.

The morning when there is nowhere else we need to take them.

No arrangements left to make.

No more miles left to drive.

Just memories.

Yesterday, I stood in Oklahoma soil and helped return my mother to the place that had shaped so much of her life.

Today, I can begin carrying her differently.

Not in a special carrier.

Not buckled safely into the vehicle.

Not guarded faithfully by Otis.

I carry her in stories.

I carry her in the expressions I inherited without realizing it.

I carry her in memories of childhood, family gatherings, arguments, laughter, disappointments, forgiveness, and all those wonderfully complicated things that make a family a family.

Perhaps that’s what we eventually discover about saying goodbye.

The people we love don’t simply disappear down some road behind us.

They become part of the traveler.

And so this morning, I will have another cup of coffee.

Then Steve, Otis, and I will eventually point ourselves toward Arizona.

There will be an empty place in the vehicle where Mom rode with us.

But I don’t think she’s leaving Oklahoma alone.

A little bit of her will be going home with me.

Until tomorrow, may your coffee stay warm, your memories stay close, and your hope stay strong. The coffee will be waiting again tomorrow, and I hope you’ll be here to share it with me.

— Benjamin Groff II
Morning Coffee at benandsteve.com




By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

Before You Buy the Promise Again – Stop. And, See What You Have…

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

July 15, 2026

There was a time when buying a loaf of bread was about as controversial as life could become.  

Promises vs. Results.

Politics has become much the same way. Somewhere along the road we stopped asking one simple question:  

Today, mentioning the price of that same loaf can start an argument.

“Did the last promises work?”

Every election season arrives with a fresh collection of guarantees. Taxes will go down. Jobs will multiply. Government will shrink. Crime will disappear. Inflation will be conquered. Our freedoms will be protected. We are assured that prosperity is just one election away.

Then four years pass.

The speeches become campaign commercials. The commercials become memories. And before long, many of us find ourselves hearing nearly the same promises from many of the same people, while somehow convincing ourselves this time the outcome will be different.

Perhaps before accepting another promise, we should compare it with the last one.

What were we told in 2024?

What actually happened?

Not what our favorite television network says happened. Not what social media insists happened. What changed in our own lives?

What happened to grocery prices?

What happened to gasoline?

Could you buy more—or less—with the paycheck you earned?

Did your insurance go up?

Did your property taxes change?

Did your retirement account grow or shrink?

Did your neighborhood become safer?

Those answers are far more valuable than any campaign slogan.

None of this means every promise failed. Governments accomplish some things and fall short on others. The honest voter should be willing to acknowledge both.

That requires something becoming increasingly rare in America—an honest inventory.

The next time someone tells you what tomorrow will look like, don’t begin by looking forward.

Begin by looking backward.

History may not predict the future, but it usually leaves enough footprints to tell us where we’ve already walked.Years ago, neighbors could spend an afternoon arguing over whosesourdough recipe made the better loaf, and everyone still shared a slice afterward.  

Today, mention the price of that loaf—or the politician who promised to make it cheaper—and you may lose a friend before the bread comes out of the oven. That’s unfortunate, because both subjects have something in common. Good bread takes patience, honest ingredients, and careful attention. Good government should require no less.   ––– Benjamin!


By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

 

SPECIAL STATEMENT FROM BENANDSTEVE.COM

~ Throughout history there have always been those who stood firm, and those who surrendered their principles for the sake of comfort or fear. Those who exchanged their standards out of weakness and bowed to a tyranny are rarely remembered among the notable. History tends to reserve that honor for those who stood their ground when it mattered most. ~   Benjamin Groff

Johnny Gage Has Answered His Last Call: Remembering Randolph Mantooth

© Benjamin H. Groff II — Truth Endures / benandsteve.com

July 11, 2026

There are actors who entertain us for an hour each week. Then there are actors whose work quietly changes the course of people’s lives.

Randolph Mantooth was one of those rare individuals.

Millions knew him simply as firefighter-paramedic John Gage on the television series Emergency!. Week after week, audiences watched Squad 51 race toward danger while others ran away. For many of us, it was our first real glimpse into the world of emergency medicine. Before Emergency!, most Americans had never even heard the word “paramedic.” By the time the series had finished its remarkable run, the profession had become part of our national vocabulary, and communities across America were beginning to recognize just how vital those highly trained men and women could be.

Mantooth himself once remarked that when he was first offered the role, he asked,

“What the hell’s a paramedic?” There were only a handful in California at the time.

As someone who spent years in law enforcement and emergency communications, and who worked alongside ambulance crews and first responders, I can tell you this: television rarely captures the reality of the job. Emergency!came closer than most.

More importantly, it inspired countless young people to become EMTs, paramedics, firefighters, nurses, and physicians. Many have openly credited Randolph Mantooth and his co-star Kevin Tighe for setting them on that path. That may be the greatest legacy an actor could ever hope to leave—not simply applause, but lives changed because someone watching believed they could make a difference.

Randolph Mantooth: The Actor Who Helped Inspire a Generation of Paramedics

What impressed me most about Randolph Mantooth was that he never walked away from the profession after the cameras stopped rolling. Long after Emergency! ended, he continued speaking at EMS conferences, supporting firefighters and paramedics, advocating for emergency medical services, and honoring those who answered the call every day. He understood that the badge his character wore represented real people who climbed into ambulances and fire apparatus every morning, never knowing what the next call would bring. He became one of their strongest ambassadors.

Gage and the more buttoned-down DeSoto worked out the Los Angeles County Fire Department’s Station 51, interacting often with Rampart General Hospital personnel Dr. Kelly Brackett (Robert Fuller), nurse Dixie McCall (Julie London) and Dr. Joe Early (Bobby Troup, London’s real-life husband).

One of the qualities I admired most about Randolph Mantooth was that he never walked away from the role that made him a household name. He recognized that John Gage had become far more than a television character. In this video, Mantooth speaks about the privilege—and the responsibility—of representing the paramedics and firefighters of the Los Angeles Fire Department. His words reveal the genuine respect he held for those who serve others every day.

On Emergency! He Was Johnny Gage. To Millions, He Was Much More.

Actors often hope they will be remembered for a performance. Randolph Mantooth will be remembered for something much greater. He portrayed courage with such honesty that it encouraged others to live it. Somewhere tonight, an EMT will respond to a difficult call. A paramedic will restart a heart. A firefighter will pull someone from danger. Many of those men and women first imagined themselves wearing that uniform while watching a young paramedic named John Gage answer another call from Rampart Hospital.

Somewhere, one can almost hear it one final time.

Mantooth is Gage


"Rampart, this is Squad 51..."

Squad 51, Firefighter – Paramedic Johnny Gage you are clear to go 10-7. Rest Easy. Your Watch is hereby completed. God’s Speed!

Rampart to Squad 51 - Thank you, Randolph Mantooth. Johnny Gage!
Rest easy, sir. Your watch is over. The generations you inspired will answer from here.

Randolph Mantooth as Johnny Gage


Another Report Has Surfaced About Cherry Trees Disappearing In D.C.

Groff Media ©2026 benandsteve.com Truth Endures

July 3, 2026

This Time it is for a Golf Course.

On April 1, 2026, benandsteve.com published a completely fictional story claiming that Washington, D.C.’s famous cherry trees were being removed. The article was intentionally written as an April Fools’ Day story, and its closing paragraphs made that clear. It was satire—nothing more.

Or so we thought.

Only a few weeks later, we learned that cherry trees actually were being removed as part of a project to stabilize and rebuild the aging seawall surrounding the Tidal Basin. That unexpected twist prompted us to update the original blog, noting that reality had begun to resemble fiction. Seen here.

Now, on July 2, 2026, another unexpected development has surfaced. Reports indicate that plans for a major redesign of the historic East Potomac Golf Links—championed by President Donald Trump—could require the removal of Washington’s oldest grove of cherry trees to make way for a championship golf course. According to published reports, preliminary design plans appear to eliminate the century-old grove along with other public recreational features, although the proposal is already facing legal challenges and has not yet received all required approvals.

It makes one wonder if April Fools’ Day simply arrived three months early. What began as a joke has twice been followed by headlines that sounded remarkably similar. Sometimes the hardest stories to believe are the ones that eventually become real.

George Washington never cut down a cherry tree. The story says that when confronted, he told his father, “I cannot lie.”

Whether the tale is true or not, it has long symbolized the value Americans once hoped to see in their leaders: honesty.

The current occupant of the office appears to have little difficulty doing both—cutting down the proverbial cherry tree and denying it afterward—without so much as a whisper of objection from many of his political peers!

To catch the read on the NEWSWEEK report about the disappearing cherry trees click here.


Groff Media ©2026 benandsteve.com Truth Endures

When a Rainbow Means Safety: Somewhere Beyond the Hatred Lies Hope

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

June 30, 2026


Why Pride Month, the rainbow flag, and the simple act of being seen still matter.

https://images.openai.com/static-rsc-4/XFKTzEzZ1bip32itk4W5XFIP_PwAjw-qhLj2EnqapCatZVEZvTsULp_KdEsO3o0cAp6X8kuwg0a3OFf106ABW3f30wfZZpwTQA23DB7_ID-kp12pmd0ebig7rf8FtcWpzSP2wqXTcdQHE_wbcoEmu1X-q4Ku0TuCgfayxRBwM4CbJOG9LQpp-E5neza2R5yO?purpose=fullsizehttps://images.openai.com/static-rsc-4/rvjutFF4tahsHgozJ2Ekh-tBjVk_AmOLjqtjlYfiPMqKqgDHqP-iaUrVePg_wm0y8-TZItoJPRMRXmWX0Y8ZwTpNxwk9PEqZKVVuc3gf1YVr765lKRqYEkgxWluZ_Ja9SBrJFxvDAnjNEiwvqO1hj0WNv2jIbd_xZuBNlWXl-RrOHYGpKR0sOeOxMdxpdzp2?purpose=fullsizehttps://images.openai.com/static-rsc-4/_DzkDyZNXVamFofmDjXifthRCkww1nAD5zhKmF67ABDS-o5D_vr__XJ32EULwhN3w8FTjZPK1sgnOQ5Rz8KyHJxl0MkwmmN56l9nEQCw4tD2-PHcj7dWXGFocMfDbMTw0idYynN3CLl5pwNwDBK1riS9n_hv5v62aF6frYKI2S4O-EBV5zOkLns8k0UmO2vG?purpose=fullsize

There are moments when people ask a sincere question:

Why is there a Pride Month? Why the rainbow flag? Why all of the celebration?

For many people, the answer is simple.

Because there are still nights when someone leaves a restaurant holding the hand of the person they love and wonders if they will make it home safely.

Recently in the small city of Caldwell, a gay couple, Juan Olvera and Eric Reed, say they were enjoying dinner at a local restaurant when they became the target of homophobic slurs from a group of men. The couple left, hoping to avoid confrontation. Instead, they say they were followed, chased through a parking lot and onto nearby railroad tracks, and assaulted. One man suffered a black eye, cuts, and bruises. The other required stitches after being struck in the face. Police arrested one suspect and filed a misdemeanor battery charge. Idaho law does not currently include sexual orientation among its hate crime protections.

The physical wounds will heal.

The fear takes longer.

Juan Olvera told reporters:

“I literally thought I was going to die.”

Think about that sentence.

Not in a war.

Not while committing a crime.

Not while threatening anyone.

But simply because he was gay.

And that is why Pride exists.


The rainbow flag is not a declaration of superiority.

It is not a political party.

It is not an attack on anyone else’s beliefs.

It is a signal.

It says:

  • I am here.
  • I have survived.
  • I should not have to hide.
  • I deserve to live openly and safely.

For some people, Pride is a parade.

For others, it is a quiet acknowledgment that they made it through years of fear, rejection, ridicule, or violence.

Many older LGBTQ Americans remember when they could lose jobs for being gay.

They remember being denied housing.

They remember police raids on bars.

They remember the terror of the AIDS epidemic.

And yes, they remember the beatings.

The rainbow became a symbol because symbols matter.

Flags matter.

They tell stories.

The American flag tells the story of a nation striving toward liberty.

The rainbow flag tells the story of people striving toward dignity.

Neither promises perfection.

Both represent hope.


This story from Idaho is not offered to inflame anger or divide people further.

It is offered as a reminder.

Behind every Pride flag is a person.

Behind every Pride Month celebration is someone who once wondered whether they would be accepted by their family, their church, their community—or even survive.

Most people, regardless of politics, agree on one thing:

No one should fear violence because of who they are.

No one should be beaten for holding the hand of the person they love.

No one should have to wonder whether tomorrow will bring acceptance or hatred.

That is not a gay issue.

That is a human issue.

And until stories like this become relics of the past rather than headlines of the present, there will continue to be Pride Month.

There will continue to be rainbow flags.

There will continue to be people saying:

We are here. We are your neighbors. We are your family. And we hope one day these reminders are no longer necessary.


Benjamin Groff II
Groff Media © Truth Endures

 

The Cost of Exclusion: What Happens When Communities Are Pushed Too Far (Repeated Story With Today’s Lense – After D.C. Shooting!)

This Story Originally Appeared On November 1st, 2025. On November 26th a shooting resulted in Washington D.C. It looks as if it resulted from pressure placed on an individual. A person identified from a sect or community. You can read the story connected to that event here. then consider the contents of this story and decide for yourself. It is not difficult to have predicted. More will come.

10–16 minutes

In every generation, the United States stands at a crossroads of its own making. From the outside, our country can look unstoppable. From the inside, we often feel the push and pull of competing values. These include hopes and fears. Beneath the headlines and politics are real people—neighbors, families, workers—trying to live meaningful lives. When pressure builds in a society, it rarely announces itself with fanfare. Instead, it creeps in quietly, showing up as worry, disconnection, or a sense that something familiar is shifting. This story isn’t about sensational headlines but about those quiet pressures—economic, social, and cultural—that can change a nation’s future.

Deportation, Prejudice, and the Risk of History Repeating

When governments treat specific communities as disposable, they create wounds. These often fester into something more dangerous. Today in the United States, many Hispanic families live under the shadow of deportation. They are sometimes sent to countries that are not their place of origin. Worse still, many are denied fair hearings or meaningful access to justice before being removed.

This pattern, though uniquely American in its details, has historical echoes elsewhere.

Lessons from Israel and Its Neighbors

Globally, people are voicing similar worries. Inflation, poverty, unemployment, and corruption rank highest worldwide. Local details differ, yet the underlying pressures on ordinary families are strikingly alike from one country to another.

In the Middle East, decades of restrictive policies have shaped the relationship between Israel and its neighbors. Palestinians have endured travel restrictions, settlement expansion, home demolitions, and barriers to full participation in civic life. While not every individual responds with violence, these systemic grievances have fueled a climate where radical groups gain traction. Street shootings, bombings, and attacks on innocent civilians are, in part, the tragic outcome of exclusion and marginalization.

  • When justice is denied, resentment grows. History shows us what happens when exclusion takes root. Will the U.S. repeat Israel’s mistakes?

The lesson is not that oppression always leads to terrorism. Yet, when large communities feel silenced, denied justice, or stripped of dignity, it becomes easier for extremism to take root.

The American Parallel

For many Hispanic communities in the U.S., there is growing concern that the same cycle begins here. Families who have lived in this country for years are uprooted without warning. Children who know no other homeland are deported to countries where they have no ties. Legal safeguards that should guarantee fairness are often bypassed through expedited removal or administrative shortcuts.

  • Deportation without dignity doesn’t just break families—it risks breaking society. Lessons from abroad show what happens when whole communities are silenced.

The danger is not only humanitarian—it is practical. Alienation breeds resentment. Resentment, left unchecked, can lead to anger that is so strong it erupts in harmful ways. If citizens and residents consistently feel betrayed by the very government meant to protect them, feelings of betrayal grow. Over time, these feelings lead to instability akin to that seen in other parts of the world.

A Cautionary Reflection

The United States faces a choice. It can double down on policies that treat Hispanic people as outsiders. Alternatively, it can recognize that fairness, dignity, and due process are not luxuries—they are stabilizers. By ensuring justice and compassion, the U.S. can protect both its people and its principles.

History reminds us that exclusion never produces lasting peace. Inclusion does. If America forgets this, it risks repeating a painful lesson already written across borders far from its own.

  • Exclusion never creates peace. Inclusion does. The United States must choose which future it wants.

As this report was being prepared on September 10, 2025. Conservative activist Charlie Kirk was fatally shot during a speaking event at Utah Valley University in Orem, Utah. He was addressing an audience as part of his “American Comeback Tour.” When a gunman, described as wearing tactical gear, opened fire from a nearby building. The event was not just violent in its outcome. It’s now being discussed widely as an example of how political tensions, rising polarization. Public rhetoric can set the stage for tragedy. AP News+3Reuters+3People.com+3

This shooting stands as a stark reminder of what happens when communities feel threatened, unheard, or unfairly treated. When specific policies—like deportations without fair hearings, rhetoric that pits “us vs. them,” or laws that strip rights from people—are merged with public disdain, alienation can grow. As with Kirk’s death, violence doesn’t happen in a vacuum. It is often preceded by months or years of escalating division, distrust, and dehumanizing language toward some group.

If similar pressures continue—where people feel they are being denied justice. Or they will be forced into exile, or silenced—the risk is not only that isolated individuals will lash out. More of these attacks will spill into public spaces, become more common, and target more people. Charlie Kirk’s shooting is tragic and shocking. Still it also foreshadows a pattern we’ve seen before elsewhere: oppression + exclusion + inflammatory rhetoric = violence.

THE QUESTION NOW FACING THE UNITED STATES

The U.S. be trailing a path? Is government policy and public rhetoric pushing some communities to a breaking point? Exclusion and injustice be more than grievances, becoming catalysts for violence? 

Israel offers a stark example. It shows what can happen when a nation attempts to dominate or control another people or region. Despite decades of military action, surveillance, imprisonment, and harsh policies, the country faces ongoing terrorist attacks. These actions occur within its own borders. History shows that no matter the tactics, attempts to subjugate or marginalize an entire population often breed resentment. Such approaches lead to cycles of violence rather than lasting security.

Recent polling reveals Americans’ top worries focus on daily life basics. These include the economy, healthcare costs, inflation, and Social Security. Economic anxiety has become the leading stress point—and understanding it is key to shaping effective public policy.

In the United States, millions of people belong to the LGBTQI community—transgender, gay, intersex, and beyond. If laws or court rulings increasingly target these groups with discriminatory restrictions or hardships, the effect won’t just be legal. It will erode their existing rights and impact them deeply on a human level. People who feel cornered, threatened, or stripped of dignity often turn to protest, activism, and self-defense. Families, friends, and allies of LGBTQI individuals will stand with them. History shows that when marginalized communities are pushed too far, their collective response grows stronger. They become more determined, whether through the courts, the ballot box, or public action.

  •  There are case studies in why inclusion and fairness matter. Disenfranchisement can occur across many lines. These include ethnicity, religion, gender, disability, or economic status. Prevention starts with recognizing early warning signs. It involves pushing for fairness and empathy. Other groups and individuals will be targeted in this sweeping of Americans’ rights.

1. Immigrant and Refugee Communities Beyond Latin America

People from African nations, the Middle East, or Asia sometimes experience parallel challenges. They face deportation, limited due process, and suspicion tied to their nationality or religion. Policies that reduce refugee admissions, delay asylum processing, or tighten visa rules disproportionately affect them.

2. Religious Minorities

Muslims, Sikhs, Jews, and other smaller faith groups have seen spikes in harassment or targeted legislation. Surveillance, mosque or temple zoning battles, and hate crimes all increase when public rhetoric frames these groups as”others.”

3. Indigenous Peoples

Tribal communities continue to face legal battles over land, water, and sovereignty. Changes to federal protections or environmental rules can undermine their rights. This fuels deep distrust and potential standoffs (for example, Standing Rock and other pipeline protests).

4. People With Disabilities

Budget cuts or shifts in healthcare, accessibility regulations, or education funding can affect people with physical or cognitive disabilities. Without legal protections and enforcement, they risk losing access to accommodations and services they depend on.

5. Women and Reproductive Rights

If policies continue restricting reproductive healthcare and bodily autonomy, many women feel increasingly alienated. This is especially true for those in rural and low-income areas. Such feelings lead to organized protest. It also heightens tensions.

6. Workers in Precarious or Gig Jobs

With unions weakened and worker protections often rolled back, low-wage and gig-economy workers are also vulnerable to systemic neglect. Economic insecurity can create fertile ground for unrest, especially if merged with racial or immigration-related grievances.

On a hot summer’s day, if you stir any of these pots, something unhappy will happen. Similarly, if you keep someone locked out on a cold winter’s day, the outcome will be negative. It used to be the explosive reaction we referred to as Cabin-Fever when someone no longer can take the pressure. When so many groups are pushed to the point of not being capable to handle it. What happens? America already has more firearms than any country in the world. It shouldn’t take much research to realize that becoming Palestine-Israel would be easier than ever. It would also be more violent than people thought.

  • Exclusion never creates peace. Inclusion does. America must choose which future it wants.

There are Americans who are also to be considered part of the LGBTQI community. If laws or Supreme Court rulings turn against the transgender, Gay members, or Intersex community, these laws can cause hardships. Further restrictions can come into their lives. At some point, they and their families, friends, and supporters are going to find ways to defend themselves. 

Yes — beyond the Hispanic and LGBTQI communities already discussed, there are several other groups. Experts and advocates often recognize these groups as vulnerable. These groups are often affected by shifts in policy, public sentiment, or legal rulings. Here’s a quick overview:

How Many Transgender People Have Been Mass Shooters?

This chart shows just how rare transgender or nonbinary mass shooters are in the U.S.—less than 1% of cases compared to an overwhelming majority by cisgender men. It’s a clear reminder that public narratives blaming LGBTQ+ people for mass violence are unsupported by facts.

How many trans shooters are there in real life?

Officially, the short answer: very, very few. Credible databases don’t systematically record gender identity. Still, the best available analyses show well under 1% of U.S. mass shooters have identified as transgender or nonbinary—i.e., only a handful of cases across many decades. Social Sciences and Humanities College+1

A few notes for context:

  • The Violence Project’s long-running database (public mass shootings, 4+ killed) shows hundreds of incidents since 1966. Researchers and fact-checks confirm that transgender perpetrators account for less than 1% of cases. This is in the low single digits in total. The Violence Project+1
  • News reporting that tries to tally specific incidents similarly finds just a few cases. It also cautions that many official datasets code by sex, not gender identity, which limits precision. Newsweek
  • Independent fact-checks conclude that claims of a “rise” in transgender mass shooters are unsupported. The vast majority of mass shooters are cisgender men. Reuters

Bottom line: Exact counts are hard to pin down because of data limitations. The evidence consistently shows that transgender people make up a vanishingly small share of U.S. mass shooters.

“Fewer than ten transgender athletes out of 510,000 NCAA players.

Yet, they’re at the center of a multi-million-dollar political storm.”

This makes sense—transgender people represent a very small part of the population, and their visibility often makes them targets. Out of more than 510,000 NCAA college athletes nationwide, it’s estimated that fewer than ten are openly transgender. Historically, families—including our grandparents and their grandparents—have coexisted with transgender individuals without controversy. Only in recent years have political attacks escalated, turning a once-private aspect of life into a public battleground. These attacks have generated hundreds of millions of dollars. Groups and politicians use transgender people as a wedge issue. They target individuals who are simply trying to live their lives.

What We Know (or Think We Know)

  • According to the Williams Institute at UCLA, about 300,000 youth aged 13–17 recognize as transgender in the U.S. Williams Institute
  • Of those, some studies suggest ~40.7% of transgender high school students play on at least one sports team. Applying that to the population estimate gives around 120,000+ transgender high school student-athletes Williams Institute
  • Nonetheless, when it comes to more specific breakdowns (e.g. how many play in women’s teams, or how many are in college/pro sports), the numbers are much smaller. For example, GLAAD reports that among ~510,000 NCAA college athletes, there are fewer than 10 known transgender athletes GLAAD

Key Takeaways & Limitations

  • Small in relative terms: Tens of thousands of transgender youth join in high school sports. Still, they are still a very tiny fraction of all athletes.
  • Very few at higher levels: At the college or professional levels, the known, openly transgender athletes are very rare (under 10 in the NCAA among all those athletes, per recent reports) GLAAD+1
  • Data gaps: Many sports associations don’t track gender identity carefully. Privacy concerns, inconsistent reporting, and changing eligibility rules make precise numbers hard to nail down.

Exclusion never creates peace. Inclusion does. The United States must choose which future it wants.

Yet even in times of strain, The United States of America greatest strength has always been its capacity to self-correct. Communities do not simply absorb pressure—they also adapt, innovate, and rise to meet challenges. We have the chance now to choose empathy over division, solutions over rhetoric, and inclusion over exclusion. If we remember that the country’s heart beats strongest when its people are treated with fairness and dignity. Then the same forces that threaten to divide us can also become the sparks that unite us. This is not just a warning—it’s an invitation to hope.

This content was originally intended to be posted on September 11, 2025. Due to unfolding events at that time, its publication was postponed until November 1, 2025. It is reposted on June 26, 2026 due to the current decisions of the United States Supreme Court. The research began weeks before events on September 10, 2025 in Utah. If additional events have occurred since then, this report reflects the level of concern. It highlights the growing sense of unease emerging across the United States.


About the Author:

Benjamin Groff is a former police officer and radio news anchor. He has hosted programs for CNN and ABC News affiliates in Colorado and Wyoming. His career in law enforcement began in 1980 and lasted more than two decades. This gave him firsthand insight into the criminal mind and public safety. Moreover, it provided him with an understanding of the human stories that often go untold. His writing draws on these experiences, blending street-level truth with a journalist’s eye for the bigger picture.

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2025 

 

When Faith and Politics Collide Nay-Sayers Claim James Talarico Is Possessed By An Evil Spirit

Groff Media ©2026 benandsteve.com Truth Endures

June 15, 2026

When Faith and Politics Collide

James Talarico is a Presbyterian seminarian running for the U.S. Senate in Texas, and his comments about Christianity have ignited a fierce debate.

James Talarico is a Presbyterian seminarian running for the U.S. Senate in Texas

The controversy began after Talarico told comedian and host Stephen Colbert that Jesus never explicitly mentioned abortion or same-sex marriage in the Gospels. The reaction from some conservative commentators was immediate and intense.

Podcaster Benny Johnson accused him of distorting Christianity. A host on Newsmax questioned his interpretation of scripture. Even Riley Moore suggested on a political program that Talarico’s views were spiritually dangerous.

Yet the passages Talarico cites are among the most familiar in the Bible.

In Matthew 22, Jesus summarizes the law with two commands: love God and love your neighbor. In Matthew 25, he speaks of feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, welcoming strangers, caring for the sick, and visiting prisoners.

These are not obscure verses tucked away in scripture. They are central teachings, repeated in sermons, printed on church walls, and taught to generations of Christians.

For Talarico, these passages point toward a simple but profound idea: that society is measured by how it treats those who are vulnerable—the poor, the sick, the imprisoned, and the outsider.

Others disagree with his political conclusions or argue that Christian teachings encompass a broader set of moral issues. That disagreement is not new. American politics has long wrestled with competing interpretations of faith and public life.

What makes this moment notable is how intensely the argument has become personal.

Critics accuse Talarico of misrepresenting Christianity. Supporters argue he is reminding people of teachings they believe have been overshadowed by political battles.

Whatever side one takes, the underlying questions remain:

Who gets to define the role of faith in public life?

What teachings deserve the greatest emphasis?

And can political movements built around religious identity tolerate interpretations that challenge their assumptions?

These are not questions that will be settled in a television interview, a podcast, or a campaign speech.

But they are questions Americans continue to ask.

And the verses themselves remain where they have always been—waiting in the pages of scripture, inviting each reader to decide what they mean and how they should be lived.

Meanwhile –


Ted Cruz said James Talarico isn’t “masculine,” and Talarico answered with a list of what real men never do. The smear came Monday on Fox News, where Cruz declared that if you were making a list of 1,000 adjectives to describe the Texas Democrat, “masculine” would not be one of them, then added that a stiff breeze would blow him over like a feather.
The attack was not a one-off. Since Talarico won the Democratic nomination and pulled ahead of Ken Paxton in the polls, the Republican machine has gone all in on manhood.
Paxton called him “too low-T for Texas.” White House aide Stephen Miller falsely claimed Democrats had nominated “their first transgender senate candidate,” a lie about a man who is neither transgender nor, for the record, the vegan they also keep insisting he is.
None of it touches his actual record. That is the point.
On MS NOW with Jen Psaki on Thursday, Talarico took the question head on, and he answered it with a lawn mower.
He told the story of Mark Talarico, the adoptive father who gave him his last name.
Every Saturday morning, rain or shine, whether he wanted to or not, his dad mowed the family’s lawn. Then, without anyone asking, he walked next door and mowed the lawn of their neighbor, an elderly widow.
He never talked about it. He just did it.
That, Talarico said, is what a man does.
A man takes responsibility. A man upholds his commitments to his family and his neighbors. A man does what’s right even when no one is watching.
Then came the other half. “They don’t lie and cheat their way through life. They don’t sell their soul to the highest bidder. They don’t steal from other people in order to enrich themselves.”
Real men serve others, he said. Weak men serve themselves. And he closed the door on his way out: he doesn’t think Ken Paxton or Ted Cruz are in a position to tell anybody what a real man is.
The list reads differently considering who it was aimed at.
Cruz spent 2016 watching Donald Trump publicly mock his wife’s appearance, then endorsed him and became one of his most loyal soldiers.
When a deadly winter storm froze Texas in 2021, Cruz boarded a flight to Cancun.
Paxton was impeached on bribery and corruption charges by his own Republican colleagues in the Texas House, and his wife filed for divorce last year citing adultery.
Mark Talarico never talked about the widow’s lawn. He just mowed it. Some men do what’s right when no one is watching.

Groff Media ©2026 benandsteve.com Truth Endures

 

The One Thing No Political Map Can Control

© Benjamin H. Groff II — Truth Endures / benandsteve.com

June 10,2026


Why the Future of Democracy Belongs to People, Not Boundaries

~~~~ ### ~~~~

Politicians have spent generations arguing over maps.

ELECTION Year
I Want You To Vote In This Election!

Every decade, after the national census is completed, district lines are redrawn across America. Lawsuits follow. Editorials are written. Citizens attend hearings. Political parties accuse one another of manipulating boundaries for advantage.

The debate is as old as the nation itself.

Yet amid all the arguments over lines, colors, and voting precincts, one reality is often overlooked:

Maps are temporary. People are not.

Throughout American history, those who sought to shape political power frequently focused on geography. But the forces that have transformed America have rarely originated from a mapmaker’s desk.

They came from ordinary people moving toward opportunity.

When millions of Americans headed west in the nineteenth century, the political balance of the nation changed.

When African Americans left the South during the Great Migration and settled in northern and western cities, political power shifted.

Photo by Edmond Dantu

When industries rose and fell, populations followed jobs. When housing boomed, communities expanded. When retirees sought warmer climates, entire states gained influence in Congress.

None of those transformations were directed by district boundaries. They were driven by human decisions. The lesson remains relevant today.

Political maps may influence elections for a period of time. They can affect which candidates run, how campaigns are conducted, and which communities are grouped together. Courts have recognized that district boundaries matter because representation matters.

Yet history repeatedly demonstrates that no map remains powerful forever.

A Current Example

The principle can be seen even in recent voter registration data.

According to figures released by the Maricopa County Arizona Elections Office, during the month of May, registered Democrats in Maricopa County increased by 516 voters, while registered Republicans declined by 1,772 voters.

Whether those numbers represent a temporary fluctuation or the beginning of a longer trend remains to be seen. Political fortunes often rise and fall from one election cycle to the next.

What the figures do demonstrate, however, is that political landscapes are never frozen in place.

Photo by Sora Shimazaki

Every month, people move into communities. Others move away. Some voters change their party affiliation. Young citizens register for the first time. Others choose to become independents. The electorate is constantly evolving.

That reality reinforces a lesson that history has repeatedly taught: no political map remains static because the people living within those boundaries do not remain static.

The balance of political influence can change not only because district lines are redrawn, but because citizens themselves continue to reshape the communities in which they live.

New families move in.

Young people reach voting age.

Businesses open and close.

The reality is that political change does not always come from manipulation, conspiracy, or wrongdoing. More often, it comes from the natural ebb and flow of society itself.

Neighborhoods change.

Communities grow.

And eventually, political assumptions that once seemed permanent begin to disappear.

America’s political history is filled with examples of districts, counties, and states that once voted overwhelmingly one way before shifting in entirely different directions a generation later.

The reason is simple.

Maps may define where votes are counted.

People determine how those votes are cast.

That distinction is important because it reminds us where the true power of democracy resides.

Not in the pen of a mapmaker.

Not in a legislative chamber.

Not even in a courtroom.

Ultimately, democracy survives because citizens continue to participate.

A district line may influence a contest.

A voter influences the outcome.

One line exists on paper.

The other exists in reality.

Closing Thought

Photo by Rosemary Ketchum

The history of America suggests that every political map comes with an expiration date.

Population growth, migration, economic opportunity, and generational change eventually reshape communities in ways no cartographer can fully predict.

Political boundaries may guide representation for a time.

But the future has always belonged to the people who live within them.The reality is that political change does not always come from manipulation, conspiracy, or wrongdoing. More often, it comes from the natural ebb and flow of society itself.

Political maps may define where votes are counted. But people determine how those votes are cast. And as Maricopa County’s own voter registration figures demonstrate, the makeup of the electorate is changing every day—regardless of where the lines on the map happen to fall. And that may be the most democratic truth of all.

Stand Free, Stand Proud, Stand and Vote!
Your Right To Vote Is An Opportunity Others Never Get!

People move. Communities grow. Generations change. New voters enter the system while others leave it behind. These tides of change have shaped American politics since the nation’s founding.

Not everyone accepts the outcome when elections produce results they did not expect. In fact, disputes over election results are nothing new. Since the closely contested 2000 presidential election between George W. Bush and Al Gore, which ultimately required intervention by the Supreme Court, questions, challenges, and objections have become a recurring feature of national political life regardless of which party prevailed. 

Yet the strength of democracy has never rested on unanimous agreement. It rests on the willingness of citizens to participate, to make their voices heard, and to continue engaging in the process even when the outcome is not the one they hoped for.

Maps can be redrawn. Political fortunes can rise and fall. But democracy endures because the people themselves continue to shape its future


© Benjamin H. Groff II — Truth Endures / benandsteve.com

 

Do You Know Where He Was Last Week?

Groff Media ©2026 benandsteve.com Truth Endures

June 9, 2026

Pre-Trip Medical Evaluation For Politicians Over 70

Prepping Him For The Road Trip

Many physicians recommend a comprehensive health assessment before an extended speaking tour, especially if it involves frequent travel, time zone changes, or multiple appearances.

This might include:

  • Cardiovascular evaluation
  • Medication review
  • Blood work
  • Sleep assessment
  • Mobility and fall-risk evaluation
  • Vaccinations if international travel is involved

Hydration and Nutritional Support

Some physicians may recommend:

  • Intravenous (IV) hydration before travel if a person is prone to dehydration
  • Nutritional supplementation if deficiencies are present
  • Vitamin B12 injections for individuals who are deficient

It’s important to note that “wellness IVs” marketed for energy have limited scientific evidence unless treating a specific deficiency or dehydration.

Voice and Speaking Preparation

For public speakers, clergy, politicians, and entertainers:

  • Evaluation by an ear, nose, and throat specialist
  • Voice therapy with a speech-language pathologist
  • Treatment of acid reflux, which often affects vocal quality
  • Management of allergies or post-nasal drip

Sleep and Fatigue Management

A physician might:

  • Screen for sleep apnea
  • Adjust medications that cause fatigue
  • Recommend strategies for jet lag and circadian adjustment

Physical Conditioning Programs

Many older speakers benefit from:

  • Physical therapy
  • Balance training
  • Walking and endurance programs
  • Pulmonary rehabilitation if lung issues exist

Cognitive and Mental Performance

Some individuals undergo:

  • Cognitive screening
  • Memory assessments
  • Stress management training
  • Performance coaching for public speaking

What Most Public Figures Actually Do

Many older politicians, authors, ministers, professors, and entertainers who travel extensively often receive:

  • Regular physician monitoring
  • Scheduled rest days
  • Physical therapy or exercise coaching
  • Nutritional guidance
  • Voice coaching
  • Strategic scheduling to avoid exhaustion

If You’re Thinking About Someone Around 80 Like A President…And Perhaps Drugs?

If you’re thinking about a public figure in their late 70s or 80s preparing for a speaking circuit, or appearing in public at social events, the most common medical preparation would usually be a thorough physical examination and clearance from their physician, combined with careful management of sleep, hydration, medications, and travel schedules rather than a single special procedure

There are medications that can improve alertness, stamina, concentration, and wakefulness, and some public figures, executives, entertainers, and speakers have used them under medical supervision. However, they are not magic solutions, and for older adults the risks can become significant.

Some examples include:

  • Modafinil (Provigil) and Armodafinil (Nuvigil) — prescription “wakefulness-promoting” medications originally developed for narcolepsy and other sleep disorders. They can help reduce fatigue and improve alertness.
  • Traditional stimulants such as amphetamine-based medications and methylphenidate can increase energy and focus but carry greater risks involving blood pressure, heart rate, dependence, and cardiovascular events.
  • Some physicians may prescribe medications to address underlying causes of fatigue, such as depression, sleep disorders, anemia, hormone deficiencies, or vitamin deficiencies rather than prescribing stimulants directly.

For someone in their late 70s or 80s preparing for a national speaking tour, physicians are often more interested in:

  • Sleep quality
  • Hydration
  • Nutrition
  • Cardiac health
  • Medication interactions
  • Managing jet lag and travel fatigue

Rather than simply giving a stimulant. A healthy 80-year-old can often maintain a surprisingly active schedule with careful medical management and scheduling. That is, if they lay off the Big Macs and KFC deep fried chicken legs.

Historically, there have also been legends and reports about politicians, presidents, candidates, entertainers, and television personalities using various stimulants or wakefulness-promoting medications to keep up with demanding schedules. Unless the person or their physician discloses it, however, there is usually no reliable public evidence of what medications an individual is taking. As in the case of Michael Jackson. Occassionally someone will try to set up someone with planted illegal drugs, especially if there is a grudge of some sort involved.

If you’re wondering how an 80-year-old politician or public figure could maintain a grueling travel and speaking schedule, the answer is usually a combination of:

  1. Medications are used,
  2. Strategic scheduling and rest are monitored through IV applications similar to Jacksons.
  3. Nutrition and hydration is usually abandoned and the person will fall asleep in public.
  4. Exercise and conditioning in some cases are attempted or it has ended a long time ago.
  5. Sometimes medications that improve wakefulness or treat underlying fatigue-causing conditions are used or has been attempted but no longer work.

A healthy 80-year-old can often perform far beyond what many people expect, particularly if they have access to excellent medical care and a carefully managed schedule. If that is not the case. Then there is little hope the individual will be successful in managing their own home little alone the affairs of others.


Groff Media ©2026 benandsteve.com Truth Endures

When Presidents Disappear From View – This Isn’t The Truman Years Anymore

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

June 9, 2026


Presidential Visibility in the Age of Social Media

For most of American history, citizens rarely knew where their president was every hour of every day. News traveled at the speed of newspapers, radio broadcasts, and evening television reports. A president could spend days away from public view without generating much notice.

How long out of sight can a President go without their public raising concern?
Missing – “The President of The United States” 

Today, that has changed.

In the age of social media, twenty-four-hour news cycles, and instant communication, even a few days without a public appearance can spark speculation. Questions emerge. Rumors spread. Conspiracy theories flourish.


That is exactly what happened recently when President Donald Trump was absent from public view for several days.

The speculation raises a larger question that extends beyond any one president: How much visibility do Americans expect from their leaders, and has that expectation changed with technology?

The discussion becomes even more relevant as America continues electing leaders well into their seventies and eighties. President Trump is approaching 80 years of age. Former President Joe Biden served into his eighties. Other national leaders around the world have governed well beyond what was once considered traditional retirement age.

Age alone does not determine a person’s ability to lead. History is filled with examples of individuals who remained productive, sharp, and influential well into their later years. At the same time, age naturally invites questions about health, stamina, and transparency—questions that would be asked of anyone occupying one of the most demanding jobs on Earth.

Perhaps the real story is not where a president was for a week.

Perhaps the story is how quickly Americans become concerned when they cannot see their president, hear from their president, or receive reassurance that the nation’s business is continuing as usual.

In a nation connected by smartphones, social media feeds, and constant news alerts, visibility has become a form of leadership all its own.

The question for the future may not be whether presidents can work behind closed doors.

It may be whether the American public is still willing to believe they are working when the cameras are turned off.


Groff Media ©2026 benandsteve.com Truth Endures

Benjamin Groff On The State of The Nation

I wanted to present this piece in my own voice. It is my effort to enter the conversation with greater emphasis and a more personal connection to the subject, hoping to give added meaning to the events we are facing today. The full written text of my remarks is included as well.
© Benjamin H. Groff II — Truth Endures / benandsteve.com

June 2, 2026


IF I WERE A TYRANT

Hate, Anger and Discontent, the new American way!
Never Compromise! The New American Way…

BENJAMIN GROFF II


 

IF I WERE A TYRANT

If I were a tyrant determined to weaken the Republic of the United States, I would not begin with tanks in the streets or soldiers at the door. No… history shows that nations are rarely surrendered all at once. They are usually persuaded to surrender themselves a little at a time.

First, I would attack confidence. Not confidence in me — confidence in one another.

I would begin by tearing away at the nation’s heroes. I would revisit every flaw, every mistake, every rumor from the past, and present them not as human failings, but as proof that nothing honorable had ever existed at all. Sheriffs, presidents, governors, military leaders, teachers, even ministers — I would insist they were never worthy of admiration in the first place.

I would convince people that patriotism was foolishness, that pride in country was embarrassment, and that respect for institutions was a sign of weakness.

Then I would flood the public square with noise.

Not one story — thousands of them.

Some true. Some half true. Some entirely manufactured. I would spread them across television, social media, podcasts, websites, and endless comment sections until the average citizen no longer knew what was real and what was fiction. Repetition would do the heavy lifting. After hearing something enough times, people begin mistaking familiarity for truth.

And once confusion took hold, I would encourage Americans to distrust every source of information except the ones loyal to my cause.

I would tell them the newspapers were lying.
The courts were corrupt.
The elections were rigged.
The scientists were compromised.
The teachers were indoctrinating.
The police were enemies.
The judges were bought.
And eventually, even neighbors would begin suspecting neighbors.

Division would become the national pastime.

I would not need brilliant leaders to carry out my plan. In fact, charisma without discipline would serve me better. I would elevate loud voices over wise ones. I would reward outrage instead of integrity. I would discover ambitious people lacking moral restraint — people willing to say anything, accuse anyone, or inflame any fear if it kept them powerful and profitable.

Money and attention can persuade some people to abandon principles they never truly possessed.

Then I would encourage the population to separate itself into tribes. Not Americans first — but factions first. Race against race. Rural against urban. Conservative against liberal. Young against old. Citizen against immigrant. I would make every disagreement feel permanent and unforgivable.

Because a divided people are easier to control than a united one.

And finally — perhaps most importantly — I would convince ordinary citizens that freedom itself was the problem. That liberty was dangerous. That dissent was threatening. That opposing voices should be silenced instead of debated.

At that point, I would hardly need to overthrow the Republic.

The people, exhausted, angry, suspicious, and fearful, would begin surrendering it willingly — believing all the while they were saving it.

History has shown that democracies rarely disappear with the sound of drums and marching boots. More often, they fade beneath the applause of crowds convinced they are doing what is necessary.

And the most dangerous tyrant of all?

The one who convinces people they are still free while teaching them to hate one another.

When Truth Becomes Optional in Politics

Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

May 31, 2026


From Arizona campaigns to national politics, voters are increasingly left trying to separate performance, outrage, and party loyalty from simple honesty.

I am having a difficult time deciding what to write about today, which honestly should not be the case. The political world alone provides enough material every hour to fill a newspaper from front page to back.

Voters lose faith in candidates unless they can believe the lies.
Truth Vs. Deception Spin opposed to Facts!

What continues to stand out to me is not simply disagreement between political parties, but the growing difficulty many candidates seem to have with remaining grounded in facts. In Arizona alone, voters have watched candidates within the same party question each other’s qualifications, attack one another’s credibility, and debate who is less suited for the office they seek.

At times it feels less like public service and more like political performance.

The larger problem may not even belong to one individual candidate. Modern campaigning has slowly evolved into a contest of slogans, outrage, and carefully packaged talking points designed more to energize loyal supporters than to inform undecided voters. Over time, repetition becomes accepted as truth simply because people hear it often enough.

That is not unique to Arizona. It has become part of the national political culture.

Years ago, former New York Governor Mario Cuomo delivered a speech to the Democratic National Convention emphasizing compassion, inclusion, and honesty in government. Whether people agreed with his politics or not, the message was centered around the belief that government should speak truthfully to the public and acknowledge the realities everyday Americans face.

Today, many voters from all sides often find themselves exhausted trying to separate fact from performance. Campaigns increasingly rely on emotional reaction, social media sound bites, and outrage-driven messaging because those methods attract attention faster than thoughtful discussion ever will.

When You Knew The Truth And It Was Obvious

The real danger in all of this is not simply that politicians stretch the truth. Politics has always involved persuasion. The danger comes when voters begin expecting exaggeration and no longer believe honesty is even possible from public officials. Once that happens, trust in the entire system begins to erode.

And perhaps that is the real story worth writing about today.

The Day Outrage Became Background Noise

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

May 27, 2026


A kitchen memory becomes a reflection on morality, public outrage, and the slow numbing of America’s conscience.

While standing in the kitchen on Wednesday, May 27, making a cherry cobbler the way my grandmother “Mom” used to make it, my mind drifted backward. Funny how certain smells do that. Warm cherries, sugar, butter, and crust baking in an oven can carry a person across decades faster than any airplane ever could.

stirring cherries in a pan, my thoughts wandered into modern America.
Stirring cherries in a pan, my thoughts wandered into modern America.

I thought about my grandparents. Their values. Their generation. My dad and what he stood for. A World War II veteran, he belonged to what many call America’s “Greatest Generation,” but to me he was simply my father — a man who believed there were lines decent people did not cross. Some things were right. Some things were wrong. There was no committee meeting needed to figure it out.

And while stirring cherries in a pan, my thoughts wandered into modern America.

That is a dangerous road sometimes.

I began thinking about the Me Too movement, about Gloria Allred, about Bill Cosby, and about the avalanche of accusations and scandals that dominated television screens and headlines for years. Before anyone misunderstands where I am going, let me make something clear: I supported holding predators accountable. I still do. Anyone who assaults another human being at their most vulnerable moment deserves exposure, punishment, and justice.

But somewhere along the way, another effect quietly settled over the country — one I do not think we fully considered.

The behavior became so common in the headlines that the public slowly became numb to it.

Day after day, week after week, another press conference. Another attorney standing before microphones. Another accusation. Another celebrity. Another politician. Another athlete. Another scandal. Eventually it no longer shocked people the way it once would have. It became background noise in the American living room.

That is not because the acts were less serious.

It was because the public mind can only absorb outrage for so long before exhaustion sets in.

The result, in my opinion, was a strange cultural desensitization. Americans became so overwhelmed by constant scandal that the emotional impact weakened. Something that once would have frozen the nation in disbelief instead became another headline to scroll past while eating dinner.

Then came the now-infamous recording of Donald Trump speaking crudely about women on a tour bus. Years earlier, comments like that might have politically buried a public figure overnight. But by then, America had been swimming in scandal for so long that many people seemed emotionally exhausted by outrage itself. The national sense of shock had dulled.

People heard it, argued over it, and then many simply moved on.

That realization bothered me standing there in the kitchen more than the politics ever did.

Because this is not really about one movement, one lawyer, or one politician. It is about what happens to a society when it is exposed to so much controversy, anger, and moral collapse that it stops reacting altogether. The constant flood does not always sharpen public awareness. Sometimes it numbs it.

My father’s generation feared becoming morally careless. They worried about standards slipping quietly away one compromise at a time. They understood something we often forget today: when everything becomes shocking, eventually nothing is shocking.

And maybe that is the danger we should be talking about.

Not whether wrongdoing should be exposed — it absolutely should.

But whether a culture flooded endlessly with outrage eventually loses its ability to recognize the seriousness of what it is seeing.

Standing there with cherry cobbler baking in the oven, I wondered what my grandparents would think about modern America. I suspect they would be less concerned with politics than with something deeper.

They would ask whether we are still capable of being genuinely disturbed by bad behavior anymore — or whether we have simply become accustomed to it.