The Legacy That Remained Above Ground

A memorial holds meaning beyond its concrete, marble, steel and glass. Its name tells future generations whom a nation chose to remember. Its halls preserve music, theater, ceremony and shared experience.

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

October 10, 2026


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

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This mornings coffee is going to be layered. Get ready.

I was born in 1963, during the Kennedy presidency. His assassination belongs to the beginning of my life, even though it lies beyond my earliest memories. For Americans old enough to remember November 22 of that year, the news from Dallas became a dividing line: before, and after.

The Kennedy years had already brought their share of danger. In April 1961, the failed Bay of Pigs invasion—developed under the Eisenhower administration and authorized by Kennedy—became one of his earliest foreign-policy crises.

Then came Dallas.

Questions involving the Soviet Union quickly became part of the national conversation. Lee Harvey Oswald had lived there, married a Russian woman and visited the Soviet Embassy in Mexico City shortly before the assassination.

Those circumstances fed suspicion. Official investigations, however, did not establish Soviet involvement. The Warren Commission found no evidence that a foreign government had employed or encouraged Oswald to assassinate Kennedy. The House Select Committee on Assassinations later concluded, on the evidence available to it, that the Soviet government was not involved.

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

And America continued through a succession of moments that once seemed unimaginable.

On March 31, 1968, President Lyndon Baines Johnson announced that he would neither seek nor accept his party’s nomination for another term. The Vietnam War consumed the nation, and political divisions continued to deepen.

That June, Robert Kennedy was assassinated while campaigning for the Democratic presidential nomination.

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

Then came Watergate.

Richard Nixon resigned on August 9, 1974, as impeachment proceedings advanced against him. On September 8, President Gerald Ford granted him a pardon for federal offenses committed or potentially committed during his presidency.

The country moved forward, carrying another argument about power and accountability.

Then came the Iran hostage crisis.

Fifty-two Americans endured 444 days of captivity following the seizure of the U.S. Embassy in Tehran. Negotiations during the Carter administration produced the agreement securing their freedom. They were released on January 20, 1981, as Carter left office and Ronald Reagan became president.

During Reagan’s presidency came Iran-Contra: secret weapons sales to Iran and the diversion of proceeds to support the Contras in Nicaragua. Reagan initially denied trading arms for hostages, but later acknowledged that the initiative had deteriorated into precisely that.

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

During the Clinton years, we witnessed the deadly conclusion of the Branch Davidian standoff near Waco, Texas.

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Two years later, Timothy McVeigh, aided by Terry Nichols, carried out the Oklahoma City bombing. The attack killed 168 people, including 19 children. It remains the deadliest act of homegrown terrorism in American history.

Then came September 11, 2001.

During George W. Bush’s presidency, nineteen al-Qaeda terrorists hijacked four commercial airplanes. Nearly 3,000 people were killed in attacks that changed the country and the world.

A decade later, during the Obama administration, U.S. forces killed Osama bin Laden.

And still America continued.

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

Russia again became entangled in an American presidency, under circumstances very different from the suspicions surrounding Kennedy’s assassination.

U.S. intelligence agencies concluded that Russia interfered in the 2016 election, an assessment upheld by the bipartisan Senate Intelligence Committee. The Mueller investigation documented numerous campaign contacts involving Russia, but did not establish that Trump campaign members conspired or coordinated with the Russian government in its election-interference activities.

These episodes do not establish a common conspiracy. They show how questions of foreign influence, presidential power and public trust can echo across generations.

Then, on July 1, 2024, the Supreme Court ruled that former presidents have absolute criminal immunity for conduct within their exclusive constitutional authority and at least presumptive immunity for other official acts. Unofficial acts receive no presidential immunity. The decision reshaped the legal boundaries of presidential accountability.

Now we find ourselves back at the Kennedy name.

Congress designated the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts as a living memorial in 1964. In September 2026, a federal judge again blocked efforts to add Trump’s name without congressional authorization. The board then voted for an extended renovation closure. Trump said repairs would depend on approval of the naming proposal.

Management separately cited structural safety concerns for a temporary closure, while the board’s renovation decision remained under court scrutiny.

The dispute widened further when a judge required advance notice before demolition and bipartisan lawmakers proposed legislation requiring congressional approval before a presidential memorial could be demolished. As of October 2, that proposal had not become law. These developments do not establish that demolition has begun, but they give the question of preservation immediate importance.

For me, that brings these years into an unsettling circle.

A presidency ended in Dallas. A cultural institution was later dedicated to keeping that president’s memory alive.

Nearly 63 years after his death, Americans are arguing over what can be done to that memorial, whose name it may carry and who has the authority to decide.

A memorial holds meaning beyond its concrete, marble, steel and glass. Its name tells future generations whom a nation chose to remember. Its halls preserve music, theater, ceremony and shared experience.

Repairs deserve careful attention. So do the laws and public responsibilities attached to the place being repaired.

Who decides what name a national memorial carries?

How much authority should a sitting president have to reshape an institution dedicated by Congress to another?

And when does renovation become reinvention?

Those questions reach beyond the Kennedy Center.

Across my lifetime, I have watched presidents come and go, wars begin and end, and scandals shake institutions that once seemed beyond question. The country has endured pressures that appeared capable of breaking it.

Survival, however, does not settle every question. We must still decide what we carry forward.

Some things belong to the American people across generations. Each administration inherits responsibility for them. Each generation receives something it did not build alone.

That inheritance asks something of us.

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

Kennedy’s presidency ended in Dallas.

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

That is why the argument over the Kennedy Center reaches beyond performance halls and construction plans. It concerns the care we give to a memory entrusted to us.

Kennedy’s coffin was closed nearly 63 years ago.

The more unsettling question is what we will preserve of the legacy that remained above ground.

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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


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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


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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 ––– What Is a Joppler?

Joppler — noun. creator Benjamin H. Groff II

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

September 17, 2026


What Is a Joppler?

A diabolical person who can begin by telling you to click on a link and, within minutes, have you wondering why somebody is lying on the floor asking to be tasered, handcuffed, arrested, and possibly recruited into the United States Marine Corps.

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I created the word myself.

Medieval jester juggling three balls before an amused crowd
While you might imagine a jester, this subject is dressed in a three piece suit and tie. Ready to take you for all you have!

A joppler begins innocently enough.

Someone says, “Click on the link.”

You click.

That is your first mistake.

Because a joppler does not simply lead you from Point A to Point B. A joppler takes Point A, throws Point B out the window, backs over Point C, and somehow arrives at Point Q without anybody noticing how you got there.

Imagine somebody volunteering to be tasered.

They lie down on the floor because they want to know what it feels like. Then apparently one tasering is not enough. They want another one. Stronger this time.

PING!

Again.

PING!

Perhaps they find the person holding the Taser attractive. Now we have introduced an entirely different problem.

Next comes the role-playing.

“Arrest me.”

So they get handcuffed.

Then, naturally, they begin fighting the arrest they specifically requested five seconds earlier.

Now they have earned another tasering.

PING!

At this point you may be asking:

What in the hell does any of this have to do with clicking on a link?

Exactly.

You have been joppled.

I started by talking about clicking a link. Then I moved you into Tasers, handcuffs, role-playing, resisting arrest, electrical impulses and possibly questionable romantic attraction.

Your original train of thought is gone.

Your brain has been joppled.

And I can keep going.

Now we’re talking about getting older.

Except we’re not really talking about getting older, because suddenly you’re thinking about serving your country. Maybe becoming a Marine.

Except the war in Afghanistan is over.

So now we’re talking about Afghanistan.

Which takes us back to September 11, 2001.

But September 11 was twenty-five years ago.

Soon, an enormous portion of the American population will have been born after 9/11. For them, it will not be a personal memory at all. It will be history—something they learned about from parents, teachers, documentaries and old television footage.

And now stop.

Think about where we started.

Click on the link.

That was it.

A link.

And somehow we traveled from clicking a link to Tasers, handcuffs, Marines, Afghanistan, September 11 and the passage of an entire generation.

That is the work of a joppler.

A joppler can begin a conversation on one subject and eventually deposit you at the end of another subject that has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the subject you thought you were discussing in the beginning.

And the worst part?

You usually don’t realize you have been joppled until it’s already over.

So the next time somebody says:

“Click on this link…”

Be careful.

You may be dealing with a joppler. At the end, you will be told that you agree with them. And you will believe them. Because if you don’t you’re wrong. And if you don’t agree. The people around you, won’t like you. If you disagree with them, then you will be a bigger joppler. So you best be a little joppler and just shut up and just nod your head and go along. That is how this country so joppled!

Morning Coffee — The People Who Quietly Hold Us Up

Life is rarely held together by grand gestures. More often, it is held together by ordinary people quietly showing up when somebody needs them.

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

September 14, 2026


Some of the most important people in our lives rarely receive a standing ovation.

Five adults having a conversation in a library, with one taking notes
A diverse group gathers for a thoughtful conversation among the library shelves.

They don’t make speeches.

They don’t arrive with trumpets sounding.

Most of the time, they simply show up.

They are the person who notices when your voice sounds different on the telephone.

The neighbor who brings your trash container back toward the house.

The friend who sends a message saying, “Just checking on you.”

The coworker who quietly finishes something because they know you’ve had a difficult day.

The family member who has heard the same story many times but listens again anyway.

These are not spectacular acts when measured individually.

But life is not held together entirely by spectacular acts.

It is held together by thousands of small ones.

We remember the people who were there when everything fell apart because their presence became part of the memory itself. Years later, we may forget exactly what they said, but we remember that they stayed.

There is tremendous comfort in knowing somebody stayed.

Sometimes that is all a person needs.

Not advice.

Not a solution.

Not someone trying to explain why everything will eventually be fine.

Just someone willing to sit beside them long enough for the world to become manageable again.

We often underestimate the value of our own presence for the same reason.

We think helping someone requires something remarkable.

Usually, it doesn’t.

A cup of coffee across the kitchen table can help.

A five-minute telephone call can help.

Remembering somebody’s birthday can help.

Asking, “How are you doing?” and actually waiting for the answer can help.

The ordinary kindnesses are rarely ordinary to the person who needed them.

So while you are having your coffee this morning, think about the people who quietly helped hold your world together at different times in your life.

Some may still be here.

Some may have already gone on.

Some may never have known how much their small kindness meant.

And then consider this:

You may be that person for somebody else today.

You might never know it.

That is the interesting thing about kindness. We rarely know how far it travels after it leaves our hands.

So make the call.

Send the message.

Hold the door.

Listen to the story.

Stay a few minutes longer.

The world has enough people trying to make grand impressions.

What it desperately needs are more people willing to make small differences.

Enjoy your coffee, and have a wonderful Tuesday.


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

You may never know how much a simple call, visit, or kind word means to another person. This morning’s coffee is for the people who quietly stay.

Morning Coffee — A Fresh Cup, A Fresh Start

Monday gives us something yesterday cannot—a fresh opportunity. We cannot rewrite what has already happened, but we can decide what happens next.

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026
September 14, 2026


There is something forgiving about Monday morning.

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It doesn’t always feel that way, of course. Monday has developed a reputation for being the day nobody particularly wants to see coming. The alarm seems louder, the bed feels more comfortable, and that first cup of coffee often carries considerably more responsibility than coffee should ever be expected to handle.

But perhaps Monday deserves another look.

Monday is another beginning.

Whatever went wrong last week has already happened. Whatever we didn’t finish is waiting for another attempt. The words we wish we had said differently cannot be pulled back, but the next words out of our mouths can be kinder.

Life gives us remarkably few opportunities to change yesterday.

It gives us countless opportunities to change today.

That is worth remembering as we sit with our coffee this morning.

Maybe you have been carrying something around that has become heavier than it needs to be. A disagreement. A disappointment. An unfinished task. Something you have been putting off because beginning it seems harder than continuing to avoid it.

Monday may be as good a day as any to set it down, straighten it out, or simply begin again.

You don’t have to repair your entire life before lunch.

Sometimes progress is nothing more dramatic than making the phone call, answering the message, washing the dishes, opening the curtains, or finally taking the first step toward something you have been thinking about for weeks.

Small beginnings still count.

We tend to celebrate the grand accomplishments because they are easy to see. But nearly every great accomplishment started somewhere very ordinary—with someone deciding, on an otherwise unremarkable morning, that today they would try.

Perhaps that is Monday’s real gift.

It arrives whether we are ready for it or not and quietly places another blank page in front of us.

So pour the coffee.

Take your time with the first few sips.

Then decide what deserves another chance today.

It might be a project.

It might be a relationship.

It might simply be you.

Whatever it is, remember this: starting over does not mean you failed.

Sometimes it simply means you learned enough from yesterday to approach today differently.

And that sounds like a pretty good reason to raise the coffee cup.

Have a wonderful Monday, and make something good out of the day in front of you.


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.

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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.

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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


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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

There are mornings when the coffee tastes exactly the same as it did yesterday, but somehow the morning itself feels different.

Some of life’s most meaningful moments do not announce themselves when they arrive. They are found in familiar voices, quiet mornings, ordinary routines, and the people beside us. Sometimes the moments we barely notice today become the memories we treasure most tomorrow.

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

September 10, 2026


Maybe it is the light coming through the window. Maybe it is a memory that wandered in before we were fully awake. Or maybe it is simply one of those days when we notice the little things we usually hurry past.

That first warm cup in our hands.

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The familiar chair.

The quiet hum of the house.

A dog stretching somewhere nearby.

The sound of the world beginning another day.

We spend so much of our lives looking ahead that we sometimes forget how much of life is actually built from ordinary moments. The grand occasions certainly matter, but they are surprisingly few. Most of our lives are made up of thousands of small mornings, simple conversations, familiar faces, and routines we rarely think twice about.

Until one day we miss them.

That is when we discover that ordinary never really meant unimportant.

Some of the things I remember most clearly from years gone by would have seemed completely insignificant at the time. A voice from another room. Someone sitting at the kitchen table. A familiar laugh. A car pulling into the driveway. Someone saying, “Come on, let’s go.”

Nothing dramatic.

Nothing anyone would have thought needed preserving.

Yet somehow those are the moments that remain.

Maybe that is something worth remembering this morning.

There may be something happening around you today that feels completely ordinary. You may not photograph it. You may never write about it. You probably will not even recognize its importance while it is happening.

But someday, it may become one of the moments you would give almost anything to experience once more.

So enjoy your coffee.

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Listen to the voices around you.

Notice the people who share your day.

And whenever possible, linger just a little longer.

Because while we are busy waiting for the memorable moments of life to arrive, some of them are already happening right in front of us.

Have a wonderful morning, and may your coffee be warm, your memories be kind, and your ordinary moments become something worth remembering.

— Morning Coffee
benandsteve.com


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

Morning Coffee — The Sunday Coffee Pot

Sunday coffee has a way of slowing the world down. Sometimes the best thing we can do before another week begins is sit quietly, sip slowly, and remember how much there still is to be thankful for.

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

August 30, 2026


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Sunday coffee tastes different.

I don’t know that there is anything scientific behind that statement. The beans are the same. The water comes from the same faucet. The coffee pot certainly hasn’t learned what day of the week it is.

But somehow, Sunday morning coffee knows.

It knows there is no reason to rush.

The coffee pot can sit there on the counter and quietly do its job while the rest of the house slowly decides whether it is ready to join the day.

There are mornings when coffee is practically a piece of emergency equipment. You pour it while looking at the clock, searching for your keys, wondering where you left your glasses, and trying to remember whatever important thing you promised yourself the night before that you absolutely would not forget.

Sunday coffee doesn’t seem interested in any of that.

Sunday coffee says, Sit down.

The world will still be there in ten minutes.

Maybe that is one of the little gifts we have forgotten how to appreciate.

I often find myself reflecting on the Sundays of my childhood, especially those quiet early mornings when only my father and I were awake.

The test pattern had just disappeared from our black-and-white television, and the first program of the morning was the children’s show Davey and Goliath. It was followed by a gospel music program featuring the Florida Boys. I enjoyed both, although the second one was certainly aimed more toward my dad’s age group than mine.

When the gospel program ended, Dad would usually look at me and say, “Let’s go.”

Most Sundays, he already had a few sacks of groceries packed and ready to deliver around the southwest part of town, where much of Binger’s Black community lived. We had chickens—hundreds of them, at least it seemed that way to me as a child—along with cattle and pigs. My father shared what we had with people he believed truly needed it.

As we made those rounds, he would sometimes give me one of his little lessons.

“You don’t see a single one of them getting commodities at City Hall when they’re handing them out,” he would say. “Nope. It’s all these fine-to-do white people.”

There was always just a little preaching mixed into his words.

Even at that young age, I understood what he was showing me. I had already begun to recognize the hypocrisy he was talking about—the difference between what people said about others and what was actually taking place right in front of us.

Once our morning deliveries were finished, we would stop and buy the Sunday newspaper from the sidewalk vending machine. Dad would toss it into the pickup, and then we would head for the only café in town open on Sunday morning.

That was where Dad gathered what I now jokingly call his weekly community intelligence.

He listened.

He visited.

He heard who was doing what, who was upset with whom, whose crops were doing well, whose family was having trouble, and whatever else happened to be making its way through town that morning. Then, during the following week, he could use that information to maneuver his way through conversations in the barbershop.

And I had my own use for it.

Come Monday morning, I could walk onto the school playground and tell my classmates what I had heard their neighbors talking about over Sunday breakfast.

For a kid with a speech impediment, having a little inside information turned out to be a surprisingly useful way to keep a conversation going.

We spend so much of our lives preparing for the next thing that we sometimes fail to notice the thing we are living right now.

The coffee pot understands none of this, of course.

It simply sits there.

A little steam rises.

The kitchen begins to smell familiar.

A cup gets filled.

And for a few moments, nothing else is required of us.

There was a time when Sundays seemed almost designed around slowing down. Stores opened later. Families gathered for dinner. Church bells rang. Newspapers were thicker. People sat on porches longer.

Even the telephone seemed to understand that Sunday morning was not the appropriate time to cause trouble.

Today, the world rarely takes a day off.

Our phones buzz.

The news keeps moving.

Someone somewhere desperately wants us to know about a sale ending at midnight.

But the old coffee pot still offers the same invitation it always has.

Stay awhile.

Listen to the quiet.

Think about the people you love.

Remember the ones who once sat across the table from you.

Be thankful for those who still do.

And maybe leave a little room in your day for absolutely nothing important at all.

Because sometimes doing nothing important is exactly what the soul needs.

So this Sunday morning, pour another cup.

Let the coffee pot keep warm whatever is left behind.

And before you hurry into another week, give yourself permission to sit quietly with the life you already have.

It may not be perfect.

It may not always be easy.

But somewhere between the first sip and the bottom of the cup, you might discover there is still quite a bit worth being thankful for.

Have a wonderful Sunday from benandsteve.com — and may your coffee be hot, your morning be peaceful, and nobody ask you to do anything important until at least the second cup.


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

Morning Coffee ––– When The Road Finally Grows Quiet

Coming home after a long journey does not always mean our hearts have caught up with us. Sometimes the ordinary things waiting at home—a cup of coffee, a familiar chair, a loved one nearby—remind us just how precious everyday life really is.

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

August 29, 2026


Good morning, my friends.

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

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There is something strange about coming home after a long journey.

You walk through the same door. You set your things down in familiar places. The coffee pot is sitting where you left it. The dog seems perfectly satisfied that everyone has finally returned to where they belong.

Everything looks normal.

But somehow, you aren’t quite the same person who walked out that door.

Over the past several days, Steve and I traveled roads filled with memories. We saw family, visited familiar places, said goodbye to my mother in Oklahoma, and then pointed ourselves west and began the long journey home.

Now the suitcases are being emptied.

The laundry is finding its way into the washing machine.

The mail is being sorted.

The refrigerator is reminding us that apparently groceries do not magically restock themselves while you’re gone.

And slowly, ordinary life begins again.

But I’ve been thinking about something this morning.

Maybe ordinary life doesn’t really begin again.

Maybe it simply waits for us.

The coffee cup waits in the cupboard.

The chair waits beside the table.

The neighbor still waves.

The morning sun still comes through the window at approximately the same angle it did before we left.

And somewhere in all those ordinary things is a quiet invitation:

Come back when you’re ready.

Grief and memory have their own timetable. They don’t care much about schedules, calendars, appointments, or the number of miles between Oklahoma and Arizona.

You can unpack the suitcase long before you’ve unpacked everything you carried home inside your heart.

And that’s all right.

There is no requirement that we immediately return to being exactly who we were before we left.

Life changes us.

Goodbyes change us.

Reunions change us.

Standing in a cemetery surrounded by people who cared enough to simply show up changes us.

And sometimes a long stretch of highway gives us enough quiet to realize just how much.

So this morning, I am not asking much from the day.

I have coffee.

I have Steve.

I have Otis nearby, undoubtedly supervising everything and making certain no suspicious delivery trucks invade the neighborhood.

And I have another morning.

For today, that is enough.

Perhaps that is one of the lessons we miss when life becomes too busy.

We spend so much time looking for the extraordinary that we forget how precious the ordinary really is.

A cup of coffee.

Someone sitting across the room.

A familiar voice.

A dog sleeping nearby.

A home waiting at the end of the road.

And another sunrise giving us one more opportunity to love the people around us a little better than we did yesterday.

The road has finally grown quiet.

And this morning, I think I’ll simply sit here for a while and listen to it.

Have a wonderful Friday, my friends.

Pour another cup if you need one.

Sometimes the best thing we can do after a long journey is remember how good it feels to be home.

Have a Great Day from benandsteve.com — and remember, sometimes the ordinary things waiting for us at home are among life’s greatest blessings.


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

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~ 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.

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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

 

Manawan Community Mourns the Loss of Musician and Actor Oshim Ottawa

Oshim Ottawa

The community of Manawan, Quebec, is mourning the loss of musician and actor Oshim Ottawa, whose work helped bring Atikamekw culture and storytelling to audiences across Canada.

Ottawa was best known for portraying Philippe Flamand in the 2023 feature film Soleils Atikamekw (Atikamekw Suns). His moving performance earned him a nomination for Best Lead Performance in a Drama Film at the 13th Canadian Screen Awards in 2025, bringing national recognition to both his talent and the film’s powerful story.

Beyond acting, Ottawa was an accomplished musician and a respected member of the Manawan community, where he was admired for sharing his culture through both music and film.

Following news of his passing, family, friends, and community members have expressed their grief and remembered him for his artistic contributions and the impact he made on those around him. A crowdfunding campaign has also been established to help support his loved ones during this difficult time.

Oshim Ottawa’s passing marks the loss of a gifted artist whose work helped shine a light on Indigenous stories and voices in Canadian cinema. At the time of publication, the cause of death has not been publicly disclosed.

Groff Media extends its sincere condolences to the family, friends, colleagues, and the entire Manawan community as they mourn his loss.

Remembering Bishop Basil Harry Losten, a revered figure in the Ukrainian Greek Catholic Church

Originally Posted By: Benjamin Groff© Groff Media 2024© Truth Endures Reposted on June 23, 2026 Truth Endures© Remembering a Bishop and a revered figure in the Greek Catholic Church, formerly of Connecticut. 

Basil Harry Losten (May 11, 1930 – September 15, 2024)

Bishop Basil Harry Losten, a revered figure in the Ukrainian Greek Catholic Church, passed away peacefully on September 15, 2024, in Stamford, Connecticut, after a brief illness. He was 94 years old. At the time of his passing, he was Bishop Emeritus of the Ukrainian Catholic Diocese of Stamford, a role he held with grace and devotion until his final days. Bishop Paul Patrick Chomnycky succeeds him.

Born in Chesapeake City, Maryland, on May 11, 1930, Basil Losten embarked on a life of faith and service that began with his early education at St. Basil School in Philadelphia. His journey into the priesthood was marked by years of dedicated study, first at the Ukrainian Catholic Seminary in Stamford and later at St. Basil College, where he earned a bachelor of arts in philosophy. His theological education culminated in a graduate degree from the Catholic University of America in 1957.

Basil Losten was ordained to the priesthood on June 10, 1957, by Bishop Constantine Bohachevsky. His initial assignments saw him serve the Philadelphia Archdiocese as chancery secretary and in various parishes across the city. In 1962, his leadership and loyalty were acknowledged when he was appointed personal secretary to Archbishop-Metropolitan Ambrose Senyshyn.

In 1968, Pope Paul VI recognized his contributions by elevating him to the rank of papal chamberlain. On March 23, 1971, he was nominated to the episcopacy, and on May 25 of that year, he was consecrated as auxiliary bishop of the Ukrainian Archdiocese of Philadelphia. He continued to serve with distinction, later being appointed apostolic administrator of the diocese in 1976 during the declining health of Archbishop-Metropolitan Senyshyn.

Bishop Losten was admired throughout his career for his unwavering dedication to his faith, leadership, and tireless service to the Ukrainian Catholic community. Losten’s impact on clergy and laity alike will be remembered for generations.

Bishop Losten is being mourned by his many parishioners, colleagues, and the communities he served. Funeral services will be held at Stamford’s Ukrainian Catholic Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception. May his memory be eternal.

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

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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.

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The Ballot Scanner and the Bigger Question – What Happened To It After It Was Snatched?

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June 13, 2026

Trust Is Hard to Build and Easy to Lose

Election equipment is not supposed to become the story.

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The votes are supposed to be the story.      

The candidates are supposed to be the story.

The voters are supposed to be the story.

Yet in Maricopa County this week, attention turned to a ballot scanner and the questions surrounding its movement during an election process.

According to reports, county officials are investigating an incident involving a pre-tabulation ballot scanner that was allegedly removed from an election facility, transported to another location, and later returned. County officials have described security footage showing the movement of the equipment, while representatives of the Recorder’s Office argue their employees were acting within their responsibilities. Investigations and court actions are now underway to determine what occurred and whether any policies were violated.

The facts will ultimately be sorted out by investigators and the courts.

But there is a larger issue worth discussing.

Public confidence.

In modern America, elections are no longer judged solely by whether they are conducted properly. They are judged by whether voters believe they were conducted properly.

That may not seem fair to election officials, but it is reality.

The public expects election equipment to remain secure.

The public expects ballots to remain secure.

The public expects clear procedures, documented chains of custody, and transparent explanations when questions arise.

Even actions that may ultimately prove harmless can create suspicion when voters do not fully understand what occurred.

Trust works much the same way.

It takes years to build and only moments to damage.

Maricopa County has spent years at the center of election controversies, investigations, audits, lawsuits, accusations, and political disagreements. Whether justified or not, many voters already approach election news with heightened concern.

That is why every election official, every supervisor, every recorder, and every election worker carries a special responsibility.

Not only must elections be secure.

They must appear secure.

Not only must procedures be followed.

The public must be able to see that procedures are being followed.

Americans do not all agree on politics.

They never have.

But they should be able to agree on one thing:

Every eligible voter deserves confidence that their ballot is handled properly from beginning to end.

The investigation will eventually determine what happened with the scanner.

The larger challenge may be restoring something even more valuable.

Trust.

Because once confidence in the process disappears, every election becomes harder to accept, regardless of who wins.

And that may be the greatest challenge facing American elections today.

If we lose TRUST. And everyones vote is no longer handled in the same manner. So the votes all count as they should. It is important to consider the powers who have swooped into electorial offices, state houses, and federal offices. If they have violated that trust, they do not belong in those positions. They have failed to uphold the most basic of citizen’s right. The right to have their voice be heard, counted, and measured in the same balance as the next citizen. 

The basis for this report originated from a news report found at KPHO

New video has been provided showing the removal of the voting machine. To watch it click here.


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Former Oklahoma City Acting Mayor Guy Liebmann Dies at 90

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June 10th, 2026

Former Oklahoma Acting Mayor Had Grit, And Determination. A Marine. A State Lawmaker. And A Family Man.

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Public Servant Helped Guide Oklahoma City Through a Time of Transition

Local news media in Oklahoma appears to have ignored the former city council member and acting mayor service. 

Former Oklahoma City Mayor and Oklahoma State Representative Guy Hoyt Liebmann has passed away at the age of 90.

Former Oklahoma City Mayor and Oklahoma State Representative Guy Hoyt Liebmann has passed away at the age of 90.
Former Oklahoma City Mayor and Oklahoma State Representative Guy Hoyt Liebmann – passed away at the age of 90. Click here or on image for Memorial information.

According to comments posted by citizens following his passing, concerns have been raised that local Oklahoma news media largely overlooked the public service of former Oklahoma City Council member and Acting Mayor Guy Liebmann.

Groff Media reviewed coverage from Oklahoma City’s three major television news outlets—News 9, KOCO 5, and KFOR—as well as Oklahoma’s largest newspaper, The Oklahoman. Aside from a death notice appearing in paid obituary advertising space, we found little or no reporting recognizing Liebmann’s years of service to Oklahoma City and the State of Oklahoma.

Whether this reflects changing news priorities or simply an oversight, it has prompted some residents to question why a public servant who devoted decades to civic leadership received so little attention from the institutions that regularly document the history of the community he served.

Unlike that situation. Groff Media will recognize the individual.

Liebmann died on June 8, 2026, leaving behind a legacy of public service that stretched from the Oklahoma City Council to the Oklahoma House of Representatives and included a brief but significant period as Oklahoma City’s acting mayor.

Born in Shawnee on April 27, 1936, Liebmann graduated from Oklahoma City’s Classen High School before earning a degree in business management from the University of Oklahoma. He later served as an officer in the United States Marine Corps before entering a successful career in real estate and investments.

Many Oklahomans may remember Liebmann best for his service on the Oklahoma City Council representing Ward 8. In November 2003, following the resignation of Mayor Kirk Humphreys, Liebmann was appointed acting mayor and guided the city until voters elected Mick Cornett in March 2004.

Though his time as mayor lasted only a few months, it came during an important chapter in Oklahoma City’s development. The city was continuing its transformation into a nationally recognized metropolitan area, and Liebmann helped provide stability during a period of leadership transition.

During his service on the council and as acting mayor, Liebmann worked with several important city organizations, including the Oklahoma City Water Trust, the Convention and Visitors Bureau, and the Oklahoma City Fairgrounds Trust.

After leaving City Hall, Liebmann continued his public service by representing House District 82 in the Oklahoma House of Representatives from 2005 through 2013.

His public career reflected a belief that local government matters. While many political careers are measured by headlines and controversy, Liebmann’s legacy was built largely through committee work, civic involvement, and a willingness to serve when called upon.

Today, Oklahoma City residents drive roads, utilize services, and enjoy civic improvements that were influenced by the efforts of countless local officials whose names rarely appear in history books. Guy Liebmann was one of those individuals.

As news of his passing spreads, Oklahomans have an opportunity to remember a generation of civic leaders who dedicated years of their lives to public service, often with little recognition beyond the communities they served.

Funeral arrangements have been entrusted to Smith & Kernke Funeral Directors in Oklahoma City. At the time of publication, the funeral home reported that memorial service details were still pending and would be announced when finalized.

Guy Liebmann was 90 years old.

Funeral services and memorial information can be found here.


Benjamin Groff II
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Today We Remember

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.


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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.
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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.

benandsteve.com Wrote It as Satire. Then 150 Cherry Trees Came Down! Ooops –––

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May 24th, 2026

What began on April 1, 2026, as an April Fools satire on benandsteve.com about the removal of Washington D.C.’s famous cherry trees has taken on an ironic twist worthy of the times themselves. From our perch in Arizona, where benandsteve.com now operates, we imagined what many would consider unthinkable: the federal government removing the beloved cherry trees surrounding the nation’s capital. The story was written purely in the spirit of April Fools humor. After all, the last time our reporting came directly from Washington D.C. was back in 2015, and frankly, we had little desire to return.

Then came the response.

A reader challenged the story as being false. We could hardly argue otherwise — it was intended as satire. But the comment included something unexpected: a claim that the National Park Service was actually removing cherry trees as part of a seawall reconstruction project around the Tidal Basin. Curious, we checked.

The unbelievable part? The reader was right. Thanks to them we checked who ordered it.

Trump is pissed over Cherry bloom in his hair
Blooms falling in wrong persons hair, proves deadly for cherry trees in D.C.

The current occupant of the White House has reportedly expressed frustration over the nation originally receiving the cherry trees as a gift from Japan — a detail aides say had to be explained to him once again during a recent briefing. According to the tongue-in-cheek chatter now circulating through political rumor mills and late-night conversations, the irritation supposedly intensified after a television news segment showed cherry blossoms caught in the President’s hair during a windy appearance near the Tidal Basin. Unfortunately for staff, reports claim several top aides were also seen wearing the pink evidence of spring across their jackets and hairlines, triggering laughter from commentators and little sympathy inside the administration.

Whether fact, fiction, or simply Washington being Washington, the story has now taken on a life of its own.

In reality, trees connected to the historic Japanese gift presented to the United States in the early 1900s are being removed as part of a massive infrastructure effort designed to repair and reinforce the aging seawall surrounding the Tidal Basin in Washington, D.C.. Reports indicate approximately 150 cherry trees have already been removed or are slated for removal during the project.

Sometimes satire collides with reality in the strangest ways imaginable. What was intended as an outrageous fictional jab at modern government decision-making suddenly found itself standing shoulder-to-shoulder with actual events. In an era where truth often feels stranger than fiction, even an April Fools joke can accidentally wander into the headlines.

George Washington never cut down a cherry tree. Meanwhile, history will show 150+ will have been cut down by the Trump Administration.


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CBS Television: Slowly Dimming the Lights on a Broadcasting Legacy

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May 23, 2026


The Lights Are Fading at CBS Television

The latest to be targeted "news rooms"

For years, programs like the television series FBI, NCIS, and Elsbeth built loyal audiences by offering dependable storytelling and familiar characters. Recently, however, some longtime viewers have expressed frustration not necessarily with the shows themselves, but with broader concerns surrounding the direction and management of CBS and CBS News.

  • CBS News evening news ratings have struggled in 2026. Reports indicate the network’s nightly news audience has remained well behind competitors at ABC and NBC, with several weeks falling below 4 million viewers.
  • Industry analysts have noted that some CBS entertainment programs are seeing softer live ratings compared to prior seasons, especially among traditional broadcast audiences. Elsbeth has been described by ratings analysts as one of CBS’s weaker live-viewed scripted programs, relying more heavily on delayed streaming audiences.
  • While flagship franchises like NCIS and FBI remain successful enough to receive renewals, overall network dominance has weakened. Industry reports suggest NBC may surpass CBS in total seasonal broadcast viewers for the first time in over a decade.
  • Online viewer commentary increasingly reflects frustration with corporate leadership decisions at CBS and Paramount rather than criticism of the actors or writing themselves. Viewer comments attached to ratings articles frequently mention distrust or dissatisfaction with network management decisions influencing their viewing habits.

Among certain audiences, that dissatisfaction appears to be spilling over into entertainment programming, with some viewers choosing to step away from the network altogether. Whether fair or not, perception matters in television, and public trust in a network can influence how audiences respond to its scripted content.

Shows like NCIS, FBI, and Elsbeth still deliver solid performances and experienced casts, but there is growing evidence that audience frustration with the direction of CBS and CBS News is beginning to affect viewer loyalty across the network. Ratings reports show CBS losing ground in several key areas, while online discussion increasingly centers on dissatisfaction with management decisions rather than the shows themselves. Whether temporary or long-term, the network appears to be facing a growing disconnect with part of its traditional audience.

The casts and production teams behind these programs continue delivering polished work, but viewer impressions of corporate leadership and news operations are increasingly becoming part of the conversation surrounding the network’s prime-time lineup.

Viewers continue to drift away, switching off the network in search of outlets they believe are more trustworthy and reliable. For many longtime television audiences, the situation feels like the fading of a legacy once defined by credibility and journalistic strength. One can only imagine pioneers like Walter Cronkite and Edward R. Murrow looking on with disappointment at what many viewers believe CBS has become


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Farewell & Remembrance – Barney Frank

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026


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Barney Frank

1940 – 2025

Public Servant. Trailblazer. Champion. Icon.

Former Congressman Barney Frank has died. Reports indicate that Frank entered hospice care at his home in Ogunquit, Maine, while battling congestive heart failure. According to the Associated Press.

Frank died late Tuesday, according to Jim Segel, Frank’s former campaign manager and close friend.

“Former Congressman Barney Frank, one of the most recognizable and influential openly gay lawmakers in American history, spent his final days in hospice care at his home in Ogunquit, Maine. The longtime Massachusetts representative, known for his sharp wit, fierce advocacy, and groundbreaking role in LGBTQI representation in Congress, had been battling congestive heart failure. As supporters, friends, and admirers reflect on his legacy, many are honoring a public servant whose voice helped reshape conversations about equality, civil rights, and representation in America.”

Barney Frank was many things to many people: a fierce advocate, a sharp intellect, a political force, and a voice that could cut through the noise with clarity and conviction. But above all, he was a champion for fairness, equality, and the rights of those too often left on the margins.

As one of the first openly gay members of Congress, Barney Frank broke barriers with unapologetic authenticity. He did not merely open doors for others — he helped tear them down. From fighting for LGBTQI rights to shaping major financial reform through the Dodd-Frank legislation, his impact on the nation remains undeniable.

Barney possessed a wit that could disarm opponents, a mind capable of dissecting the most complex issues, and a determination that never stopped pushing for what he believed was right. His public service helped redefine what representation looked like in America and inspired generations who once believed they had no place in government, leadership, or public life.

For countless members of the LGBTQI community, Barney Frank stood as proof that courage and honesty could change history. He understood the weight of silence, and he refused to live within it. In doing so, he became not just a lawmaker, but a symbol of progress and perseverance.

“Equality is not a special interest. It is a human right.”
— Barney Frank

Today we remember a man who helped shape modern America through intelligence, humor, resilience, and conviction. His voice may now be silent, but the legacy he leaves behind continues to echo through every conversation about equality, dignity, and justice.

Thank you, Barney.
You recorded history.
You changed it.
And you will be remembered.

Rest in Power.


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When Crime Happens: What Every Citizen Should Know About Becoming a Victim

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May 18th, 2026

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It is hoped you will never become the victim of a crime. No person leaves home expecting their vehicle to be burglarized, their property stolen, or their sense of security shattered in a matter of moments. Yet every day, across cities, towns, suburbs, and rural communities, ordinary people suddenly find themselves dealing with the emotional shock and confusion that follows criminal victimization.

One of the most important things a person can remember is this: your safety comes first.

Property can be replaced. Lives cannot.

Law enforcement officers have long stressed that victims often unintentionally place themselves in additional danger after discovering a crime has occurred. Some rush into burglarized homes. Others attempt to confront suspects. Some unknowingly destroy evidence while trying to clean up the scene or assess damage.

Those first few minutes matter.

Why Summer Months Often Bring More Victimization

Historically, criminal justice researchers and law enforcement agencies have observed increases in certain types of crime during warmer months. The reason is not simply heat or weather itself. It is human activity.

During summer, society becomes more socially active.

People travel more. Families vacation. Teenagers stay out later. Festivals, concerts, sporting events, and gatherings increase. Parks, lakes, malls, restaurants, and entertainment districts become crowded. Homes sit empty while families travel. Vehicles are left unattended for longer periods.

Unfortunately, criminals notice opportunity.

The more interaction and movement that occurs within a community, the greater the chance for:

  • vehicle burglaries,
  • thefts,
  • assaults,
  • robberies,
  • fraud,
  • vandalism,
  • road rage incidents,
  • and alcohol-related confrontations.

This does not mean people should fear enjoying life. It simply means awareness becomes more important during periods of increased activity.

Criminals often look for distractions, vulnerabilities, and easy opportunities. A locked car, a well-lit home, alert neighbors, and cautious behavior can sometimes be enough to make a criminal move on to an easier target.

What To Do If You Discover A Crime

If you discover you have become the victim of a crime, remember these important steps:

1. Put Your Safety First

If you believe a suspect could still be nearby, leave the area immediately if possible. Do not attempt to confront or chase someone unless absolutely necessary to protect life.

Many offenders are unpredictable, desperate, or under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

2. Do Not Touch Anything

Avoid touching doors, windows, drawers, vehicles, or objects the suspect may have handled. Fingerprints, DNA, shoe impressions, and other evidence can easily be destroyed.

Even straightening up the scene before police arrive can unintentionally damage evidence investigators need.

3. Do Not Enter A Burglarized Home, Building, Or Vehicle

If you notice an open door, broken window, damaged lock, or signs of forced entry, do not go inside.

The suspect may still be there.

Move to a safe location and contact law enforcement immediately.

4. Call 911 Or The Non-Emergency Number

Call 911 if:

  • the crime is in progress,
  • someone may be injured,
  • the suspect could still be nearby,
  • or immediate danger exists.

Use the non-emergency number if the crime already occurred and there is no active threat.

Try to provide:

  • your location,
  • what happened,
  • suspect descriptions,
  • vehicle descriptions,
  • direction of travel,
  • and whether weapons were involved.

5. Stay Nearby — But At A Safe Distance

Remain where officers can locate you, but avoid standing directly inside or near the scene.

If possible, position yourself where you can observe entrances or exits without placing yourself at risk.

6. Allow Officers To Secure The Scene

When officers arrive, avoid rushing toward them. Police responding to a crime scene do not immediately know who is involved or whether danger still exists.

Allow officers to approach and follow their instructions carefully.

7. Do Not Re-Enter Until Police Say It Is Safe

Even if you want to check for damage or missing items, wait until officers clear the scene.

Investigators may still be searching for suspects or processing evidence.

8. Write Down What You Remember

Memory fades quickly after stressful events.

As soon as possible, write down:

  • suspect descriptions,
  • clothing,
  • tattoos,
  • vehicle information,
  • statements made,
  • times,
  • sounds,
  • or anything unusual you noticed.

Small details often become major breaks in investigations.

9. Preserve Digital Evidence

Do not delete:

  • security camera footage,
  • doorbell camera recordings,
  • text messages,
  • threatening social media posts,
  • or cellphone video.

Inform investigators those items exist.

10. Understand Your Rights As A Victim

Some victims hesitate to cooperate because they fear retaliation or becoming publicly involved.

If you are afraid, tell officers or investigators immediately.

Victims in many states may qualify for:

  • victim advocacy services,
  • protective orders,
  • confidentiality protections,
  • counseling resources,
  • and notification services during court proceedings.

11. Cooperation Matters

In many cases, especially assaults, thefts, harassment, or domestic incidents, victim cooperation plays a critical role in whether charges move forward.

If victims decide not to prosecute or participate, investigators may have limited ability to continue the case unless strong independent evidence exists.

That decision is personal, but victims should understand their rights and options before making it.

Awareness Is One Of The Best Protections

No community is completely immune from crime. Rural towns, suburbs, and large cities alike all experience moments where ordinary people suddenly become victims.

But awareness, caution, and preparation remain powerful tools.

Lock vehicles. Secure homes. Stay alert in crowded areas. Watch out for neighbors. Report suspicious activity. Trust your instincts when something feels wrong.

Most importantly, never place property above personal safety.

A stolen television can be replaced.

A life cannot.


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Viral “Human Jerky” Story Making the Rounds Again — But It’s Fiction, Not Fact

Regardless, You May Never Eat Beef Jerky With The Same Satisfaction Again.

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Suspect Manipulator

Internet Claim: Man Used Missing Men’s Bodies To Make Famous Beef Jerky

Local authorities arrested Buckworth on suspicion of using human meat for the jerky he sold to the public, and police needed to find the source of the meat.


A grotesque story now circulating again on Facebook, TikTok, and other social media platforms claims a man from Wenatchee was arrested after investigators supposedly discovered his “best-selling jerky” was made from human meat. The post names a man called “Ross Buckworth,” claims missing workers were connected to the case, and attempts to present itself as a real criminal investigation.

There is just one problem.

None of it is true.

The story is a recycled internet hoax that has been reposted for years in slightly different versions. In some versions the suspect is named “Ross Buckworth.” In others, “Leslie Buckworth.” Sometimes the story claims the events happened in Washington state. Other times it says Montana. The details change because the story itself is fabricated. 

Fact-checking organizations previously traced earlier versions of the same claim to satire and fake-news style websites. Snopes labeled one widely shared version as satire. Another debunk pointed directly to a satirical source site that openly described itself as a humor publication. 

What appears to have confused many readers is that the hoax borrows pieces from a real Wyoming wildlife-poaching case involving illegal jerky sales. In that legitimate case, Wyoming investigators discovered a man had been selling jerky made from poached mule deer and antelope while marketing it as beef jerky. DNA testing confirmed the meat came from illegally killed wildlife — not humans. 

The actual Wyoming case involved wildlife violations investigated by the Wyoming Game and Fish Department. Authorities charged the suspect with poaching-related crimes, illegal sale of game meat, and hunting violations. No accusations involving human remains or cannibalism were ever part of the case. 

That real story appears to have been twisted into sensational clickbait.

The viral post also shows several classic signs of internet fabrication:

  • No legitimate law enforcement agency confirms the arrest. 
  • No credible newspaper or television outlet reported the story. 
  • The alleged suspect cannot be verified through official records. 
  • The details change depending on who reposts it. 
  • The story uses shock value designed to trigger emotional reactions and sharing. 

This is how many social media hoaxes survive. They blend one small piece of reality with outrageous fiction, then rely on people sharing before checking the facts.

In today’s online environment, shocking stories spread faster than verified information. The more disturbing the claim, the more engagement it receives. Algorithms reward outrage, fear, and disgust because people react emotionally before they pause to ask whether something is actually true.

That is exactly why stories like this continue to resurface every few years.

The “human jerky” story is not a hidden crime finally exposed to the public.

It is internet folklore dressed up as breaking news. And on this occasion, if you happen to see the story floating around Facebook, TikTok, or anywhere else online, you have the official blessing of benandsteve.com and GroffMedia©2026 — Truth Endures — to politely inform whoever is posting it that it is, without question, truly FAKE NEWS!


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Reestablishing Editorial Standards: GroffMedia’s Collaborative Efforts

We are currently considering a return to Flipboard Media and the possible return of content services to and from GroffMedia, benandsteve.com, 2026 TruthEndures©. The proposal is under consideration.

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benandsteve.com is currently considering returning to Flipboard Media, the possible return of content services to and from GroffMedia, benandsteve.com, 2026 TruthEndures©. As stated the proposal is under consideration.

Any return arrangement would require full editorial oversight and content review authority regarding material published under the name of Benjamin Groff, GroffMedia, benandsteve.com, or any affiliated entity. The purpose behind this requirement is rooted in a growing concern over balance, accountability, and fairness in modern media reporting.

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GroffMedia’s position is that journalism should reflect principles similar to the equal broadcast standards that existed prior to their dismantling during the Reagan era in the 1980s. While modern media has evolved, we believe there remains value in restoring elements of balanced reporting — ensuring that opposing viewpoints, facts, and perspectives receive meaningful and proportional representation.

Under this approach, articles submitted for publication would be expected to demonstrate reasonable efforts toward balanced coverage. That would include presenting both supporting and opposing perspectives with equal seriousness in research, interviews, reporting effort, and editorial consideration. The goal is not censorship or restriction of opinion, but rather a commitment to responsible journalism that informs rather than inflames.

One of the largest challenges facing such an effort is determining how these standards could be maintained among the many contributors who submit material through platforms such as Flipboard. Equally important is the process of selecting content that remains timely, relevant, beneficial to readers, and consistent with the editorial principles GroffMedia seeks to uphold.

At its core, the discussion is not simply about publishing content. It is about whether modern independent media can still create an environment where fairness, depth, and accountability are valued alongside speed and public engagement.

A major question at this stage is how to ensure that contributors submitting material for consideration consistently meet these editorial standards. One approach currently being explored is the development of a national grading or evaluation system designed to identify organizations, research groups, journalism institutions, and independent sources that demonstrate strong commitments to accuracy, balance, transparency, and accountability in reporting.

The challenge is not simply identifying who publishes the most content, but determining which organizations consistently apply equal effort to fact gathering, source verification, opposing viewpoints, corrections, and editorial integrity. Any standards adopted would need to measure credibility and fairness rather than ideology or political preference.

As this effort develops, GroffMedia hopes to identify trusted resources and partnerships capable of helping guide this mission in a meaningful and measurable way. If the project moves forward as intended, additional information regarding participating organizations, evaluation methods, and publication guidelines will be made available in the near future.

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Paid to Spy: When Infiltrating a Group Is Legal… and When It Isn’t

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026


WASHINGTON — The Southern Poverty Law Center was indicted Tuesday April 21st, 2026 on federal fraud charges alleging it improperly raised millions of dollars to pay informants to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan and other extremist groups, acting Attorney General Todd Blanche said.

The Justice Department alleges the civil rights group defrauded donors by using their money to fund the very extremism it claimed to be fighting, with payments of at least $3 million between 2014 and 2023 to people affiliated with the Ku Klux Klan, the United Klans of America, the National Socialist Party of America and other extremist groups.

“The SPLC was not dismantling these groups. It was instead manufacturing the extremism it purports to oppose by paying sources to stoke racial hatred,” Blanche said.

You can read NPR’s Article Here.


Law enforcement does this regularly.

Police departments and federal agencies pay:

  • Informants
  • Undercover officers
  • Cooperating witnesses

They send people into criminal organizations to gather information, build cases, and prevent crimes.

That part? Completely legal.


The law draws a very clear boundary.

Authorities are allowed to:

  • Watch
  • Listen
  • Document
  • Blend in

That’s where a concept called entrapment comes in.


In Jacobson v. United States, the government spent over two years trying to convince a man to commit a crime.

They didn’t just observe him—they pushed him.

They sent repeated messages.
They applied pressure.
They nudged him toward a decision he hadn’t made on his own.

Eventually, he gave in.

The Supreme Court stepped in and said: That’s not justice—that’s manufacturing a crime.

The conviction was overturned.


Here it is, as simple as it gets:

  • Legal: Infiltrating a group that is already doing something illegal
  • Illegal: Pushing someone to commit a crime they weren’t already going to commit

That’s the dividing line.


This is where things get more dangerous—and more likely illegal.

If a private individual or organization pays someone to infiltrate a group, problems can stack up quickly:

  • Lying to gain access can become fraud
  • Recording people can violate privacy laws
  • Gathering information can cross into harassment or surveillance
  • Encouraging wrongdoing can turn into conspiracy

In short:
What law enforcement can legally do under rules and oversight, private individuals usually cannot.


We live in a time where people are suspicious.
Of institutions.
Of politics.
Of each other.

Stories about infiltration—real or imagined—spread quickly because they tap into that distrust.

But the law hasn’t changed as much as the conversation has.

The same basic principle still applies:


Paying someone to infiltrate a group is not automatically illegal.

But the moment that infiltration turns into:

  • Pressure
  • Manipulation
  • Or manufactured crime

…it crosses a line the courts have been very clear about.

And once that line is crossed, the case—and sometimes the credibility of those behind it—falls apart.


Selective Outrage Is Killing Accountability

The Rules Change—Depending on Who Breaks Them

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When allegations hit Eric Swalwell, the reaction is immediate.

There isn't the same ethics being applied.
Eric Swalwell Hit With Double Standard

Cameras. Headlines. Demand

Resign. Investigate. Answer now!

That’s the system working—at least on the surface.

But step back—and the pattern becomes impossible to ignore:

The standard isn’t consistent. It’s conditional.


The Timeline They Don’t Want Side by Side

2026 — Swalwell

  • Allegations surface
  • Immediate national attention
  • Calls for resignation begin almost instantly

👉 Expectation set: Allegations alone demand action.


2024–Present — Matt Gaetz

  • Federal investigation tied to serious allegations
  • No charges filed; denies wrongdoing
  • Remains in office, politically active

👉 Reality: Survived the storm.


2025–Present — Cory Mills

Cory Mills
Cory Mills
  • Ethics scrutiny reported
  • Limited sustained national pressure
  • No decisive congressional action

👉 Reality: Investigation without urgency.


2022 — Tom Reed

  • Accused of misconduct
  • Resigned

👉 Reality: Consequence matched expectation.


Recent Cycles — Tony Gonzales

  • Personal controversy surfaces
  • Steps away politically
  • Little sustained national reckoning

👉 Reality: Quiet exits don’t trigger loud accountability.


Go Back Further—The Pattern Was Already There

This isn’t new. It didn’t start this year. Or last year.

Dennis Hastert

  • Long after leaving office, it was revealed he had sexually abused minors decades earlier
  • Served prison time—but only after financial crimes exposed the cover-up

👉 Reality: Power delayed accountability for years.


Mark Foley

  • Resigned in 2006 after explicit messages to congressional pages
  • Questions followed about who knew—and how long it was ignored

👉 Reality: Action came—but only after exposure became unavoidable.


Roy Moore

  • Accused of sexual misconduct involving minors during his campaign
  • Lost election—but retained strong political backing

👉 Reality: Allegations alone didn’t collapse support.


Jim Jordan

Jim Jordan
  • Accused by former athletes of ignoring abuse while a wrestling coach
  • Denied wrongdoing
  • Remains in Congress with no formal consequence

👉 Reality: Allegations alone didn’t trigger removal.


Now Step Back and Look at It Clearly

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Across years. Across headlines. Across parties.

The pattern repeats:

  • Some accusations trigger immediate political collapse
  • Others linger, fade, or get absorbed into the noise
  • Some careers end overnight
  • Others continue uninterrupted

Same system. Different outcomes.


The Truth Voters Are Starting to Accept

This isn’t about one politician.
It isn’t even about one party.

It’s about a system where:

  • Outrage is selective
  • Pressure is strategic
  • Accountability is inconsistent

And once people see that clearly, something changes.

They stop reacting to the scandal.

They start questioning the system behind it.


Accountability Cannot Be Conditional

If the rule is:

“Allegations demand immediate scrutiny and consequences”

Then that rule must apply:

  • Every time
  • To everyone
  • Without exception

Because the moment it doesn’t—

It stops being accountability.


Final Word — The Line That Matters

This isn’t about defending Eric Swalwell.

It’s about whether the same fire lit under him
burns just as hot under everyone else.

Because if it doesn’t—

Then what we’re watching isn’t justice.
It isn’t integrity.
And it sure isn’t leadership.

It’s performance.
It’s protection.
It’s power deciding when truth matters.


Truth Endures

Not because politicians defend it.
Not because parties protect it.

But because, eventually—
people see it for themselves
!

There should be resignations coming from more than just Democrats!

Truth Endures!


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Oklahoma’s Political Shift Isn’t Just Numbers — It’s the Loss of Local Control

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026


Oklahoma election officials report that as many as 13,000 registered voters have changed their political affiliation in recent months—many moving from Republican to Democrat or Independent. On paper, it looks like a routine shift. But beneath those numbers is something much deeper—and far more concerning.

Because Oklahoma hasn’t just changed parties over the years. It has lost its voice.

Carl Albert

There was a time when this state was overwhelmingly Democratic, but more importantly—it was locally driven. Communities knew their candidates. Campaigns were built in barbershops, cafés, and courthouse hallways—not in distant boardrooms. Leaders rose from the people they represented. Even figures like Carl Albert carried Oklahoma values with them to Washington, not the other way around.

Back then, politics wasn’t perfect—but it was personal.

Southeastern Oklahoma—“Little Dixie”—held strong Democratic roots that reflected the culture and working-class backbone of the region. Even in places like Tulsa and the northeast, where conservatism had a firmer grip, the political identity was still shaped by local influence, local relationships, and local accountability.

That began to change when money entered the room—and never left.

Over time, national political machines and out-of-state interests realized something: Oklahoma was fertile ground. Campaigns stopped being about neighbors convincing neighbors. They became about funding streams, media buys, consultants, and narratives crafted far beyond state lines. The candidates may still live here—but the strategies, the messaging, and often the priorities do not.

Even towns like Elk City, Oklahoma remember a time when national figures still spoke directly to local communities. Jimmy Carter built much of his campaign on that very idea—making personal promises and treating small towns like they mattered. And when he became President, he was known for keeping those commitments, returning to places others might have forgotten.

That kind of connection is hard to imagine today.

When Carter passed, the coverage—especially at the local level—felt noticeably quiet in places where, years ago, a visit like his would have been remembered and retold. Maybe that’s time passing. Or maybe it says something more about where we are now—where national politics has grown louder, more divided, and more distant from the very communities it once depended on. And maybe it says more about the community’s morals.

And that’s the real shift.

It’s not Republican versus Democrat. It’s local versus national control.

What we’re witnessing now—even in something as simple as voter registration changes—is the continued unraveling of a system that once belonged to the people who lived here. The decisions that affect Oklahoma communities are increasingly influenced by voices that have never set foot on our streets, never sat in our cafés, and never had to answer directly to the people they impact.

Oklahoma didn’t just evolve politically. It was overtaken.

And the question now isn’t which party wins next.
It’s whether the people of this state will ever truly get their voice back. Even more importantly, will the people of Oklahoma ever stand and take their voice back!


WHITE HOUSE ORDERS REMOVAL OF ALL D.C. CHERRY TREES; TEXAS TO ASSIST WITH DISPOSAL

Reaction on Capitol Hill was swift—and, at times, confused.

By: B.H.Groff II Groff Media 2026


WASHINGTON, D.C. — In a move that has surprised residents, historians, and seasonal tourists alike, the White House has issued an executive directive calling for the immediate removal of all cherry trees within the District of Columbia.

According to preliminary details released late Monday evening, the plan calls for the trees—long associated with the city’s springtime identity—to be cut down and processed for transport out of the nation’s capital.

Administration officials described the decision as part of a broader “landscape reassessment initiative,” though specifics surrounding the timing and necessity of the removal remain unclear.

“We’re clearing them out. Making room for more air and real estate!”

“This is about taking a fresh look at long-standing traditions and evaluating their place in a modern framework,” one official said, speaking on condition of anonymity. “No element, no matter how iconic, is exempt from review.”

The cherry trees, many of which trace their origins to a 1912 gift from Japan, have been a defining feature of Washington’s Tidal Basin and surrounding areas for more than a century. Each year, the blossoms draw visitors from around the world during peak bloom.

Despite their cultural significance, crews have reportedly already begun staging equipment near key locations, with early removal efforts expected to begin within days.


TEXAS TO PLAY KEY ROLE IN DISPOSAL

In an unexpected interstate partnership, officials confirmed that the State of Texas has agreed to assist in the disposal process.

Under the arrangement, National Guard units from Texas would be deployed to Washington to process the felled trees, converting them into wood chips for transport back to the state.

Sources familiar with the plan say the material is expected to be repurposed for use in large-scale outdoor cooking operations, particularly during football season.

“We understand Texas has both the capacity and the appreciation for this kind of resource,” one official noted. “They see it as a practical solution.”

Texas officials have not released a formal statement but are said to be “fully prepared” to mobilize personnel once federal clearance is finalized.

“The Cherry Trees changed into woodchips would be perfect for smoking meats at football tailgate parties”

“The Cherry Trees changed into woodchips would be perfect for smoking meats at football tailgate parties” according to Texas officials.


CONGRESS WEIGHS IN

Reaction on Capitol Hill was swift—and, at times, confused, as lawmakers attempted to clarify both the intent and implications of the proposed cherry tree removal.

“It goes toward the whole DUI thing,” said one longtime, hood-covered House member, before being quietly corrected by a senator who clarified it was DEI—Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion.

“We don’t have to have cherry trees for equality,” the senator added, “but they are nice for flavoring vodka.”

Another lawmaker expressed frustration with the annual bloom. “These white flowery things get everywhere,” he said. “It’s a damn mess if you get a bunch of them in your hair.”

Not all were in favor of the removal.

“You know how bad this place is going to smell without them?” one visibly irritated member asked. “At least the trees covered up some of it.”

One senior committee chair, speaking in a tone usually reserved for matters of national security, offered a more technical justification.

“Cherry trees create a false sense of seasonal stability,” he said. “When citizens begin to expect predictable blooming cycles, it undermines our broader messaging on uncertainty. Removing them restores balance.”

While no formal vote has yet been scheduled, sources indicate bipartisan discussions are ongoing, with several members privately acknowledging they were unaware the trees were not, in fact, native to Texas.


PUBLIC REACTION MIXED

Residents and visitors expressed a range of reactions as news of the directive spread.

“I don’t know what Washington looks like without them,” said one local resident near the Tidal Basin. “It’s like taking away spring.”

“I don’t know what Washington looks like without them,” said one local resident near the Tidal Basin. “It’s like taking away spring.”

Tourism officials are reportedly monitoring the situation closely, with some expressing concern over the potential economic impact if the trees are removed before peak bloom.

Others, however, appeared less concerned.

“They’re just trees,” one passerby said. “I’m more worried about parking.”

IMPLEMENTATION TIMELINE UNCLEAR

Federal agencies have yet to release a detailed timeline for the project, though internal memos suggest the work could begin as early as this week.

Environmental groups have not yet issued formal responses, but several advocacy organizations indicated they are reviewing the directive.

As crews prepare for what could be one of the most visible changes to the city’s landscape in decades, officials continue to emphasize that the effort is part of a broader evaluation of federal properties.

No official cost estimate has been released.

FINAL NOTE

Officials confirmed the directive will take effect at midnight on April 1st.

One senator from Texas is reportedly backing the measure with a special addendum, citing concerns he said arose during a recent winter vacation to Cancun. According to the senator, a video he viewed on YouTube suggested the original cherry trees—gifted by Japan in 1912—may have been engineered with embedded surveillance capabilities.

“Given what we now know,” he stated, “it would be irresponsible not to take a closer look.”

In the end, the cherry trees remain—and so does the tradition of April Fools’ Day.

“Trump may be first U.S. President to mythically cut down a cherry tree since George Washington,” top aide says!

*No trees were harmed in the making of this report—only expectations. Happy April Fools’ Day.


EDITOR’S NOTE: The “Final Note” in this story tells you this piece is satire—but in today’s climate, it doesn’t feel nearly as far-fetched as it should. As you move through the rest of the year, keep this in mind. We are living in a time when reality often outpaces even our most exaggerated imagination.

Benjamin


By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026


When the Press Begins to Look Over Its Shoulder

There comes a time when you have to draw a line and decide what you stand for. Because if you don’t stand for something, sooner or later you’ll fall for anything.

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This week I made the next announcement:

“I have made the decision to stop any association with content connected to CBS, CBS News, CNN, FOX, and Flipboard. I can no longer, in good conscience, republish material from these organizations. I also can’t promote content from organizations that use media in ways I find troubling.“

A Change in Direction

There are moments in history when small events start to reveal a much larger shift. What has been happening inside major American media organizations lately is one of those moments. Stephen Colbert is a prominent public voice. He finds himself at the center of controversy shortly after openly criticizing corporate decisions tied to network leadership. This situation naturally raises questions. Is outspoken criticism still welcome within the walls of the companies that broadcast it?

At the same time, reports of internal conflict surrounding the newsroom at 60 Minutes have emerged. These reports involve one of the most respected investigative news teams in television. They have only deepened those concerns. Leadership changes have occurred. Public statements from newsroom figures have surfaced. Accounts of staff unease suggest that journalists inside the organization are feeling pressures. These pressures extend beyond the simple business of reporting the news.

This is where the issue becomes larger than one show, one host, or even one network. The concern is about the atmosphere surrounding journalism itself. When reporters start to sense that pursuing certain stories will carry professional consequences, the chilling effect spreads quickly. Investigative reporting depends on courage, independence, and the understanding that truth—not corporate comfort or political pressure—guides editorial decisions.

My declaration about stepping away from redistributing material from major outlets is rooted in this concern. It is not an attack on journalism. In fact, it is the opposite. It is a defense of what journalism is supposed to be. A free press only remains free when reporters and editors can pursue facts without intimidation. They must be capable of chasing stories without fear of reprisal. Reporters should not have to wonder whether the story they are chasing will upset powerful interests behind the scenes.

Journalists should never have to look over their shoulder before telling the truth. If they do, the public will lose more than just a few television programs. They will also lose newspaper columns. We will lose something far more important. We will lose the ability to trust someone. Somewhere, someone is still willing to ask the hard questions.

History teaches us that the erosion of press freedom rarely begins with a dramatic announcement. It usually starts quietly—with a decision here, a resignation there, a story that suddenly feels too risky to pursue. The public does not notice at first. But journalists do. They feel the shift in the air long before anyone else sees it. When reporters question if the truth cost them their platform, the damage has begun. They question if it risks their career or the support of their newsroom. This damage shows that fear is overshadowing press freedom. My decision to step back from amplifying certain media outlets is not born from anger. It is born from concern. A healthy democracy depends on journalists who can pursue facts without fear. If the press ever needs to seek permission to reveal the truth, the public will suffer. This greater loss impacts more than just a television program or a headline. We will have lost our watchdog.

It is up to us. The average Joe. To start doing something. What will you do?

3 responses to “When the Press Begins to Look Over Its Shoulder”

  1. Hazel Avatar

    It’s one of my concerns, too. The job of journalists and reporters becomes risky now. They’re not safe if they tell the truth, especially since powerful people are involved in it. I don’t know about news these days if it’s true or just be polished to protect someone else. The media becomes chaotic, as well as politics. I don’t understand, and I dislike to hear something disgusting about it.

    1. Benjamin Avatar

      Thank you, Hazel. Many people are torn between speaking up or staying quiet and hoping things change. But dust doesn’t move unless someone disturbs it. Sometimes the only way to slow what’s happening is to challenge it. If my words inspire even one person to act, and that person inspires another, then they have done their job.

      1. Hazel Avatar

        Yeah. Hopefully some are courageous enough to speak and make a change. We’ll never know. My pleasure, Benjamin. Healing vibes to you.

What you leave today becomes someone’s answer tomorrow.

The Day Jimmy Carter Came To Town

One year ago former U.S. President Jimmy Carter passed away. We close this year with a celebration to his life. Recognizing his many accomplishments. Here is one, a promise he had made on the campaign trail before he was elected to office. That if he won the presidency, he would return to Elk City, Oklahoma and thank them. He upheld that promise, as well as many others he made. A man with true humility, honesty and principles. Sorely missed as an example to others. We honor a true a leader by remembering his life!

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On March 24th, 1979, President Jimmy Carter returned to Oklahoma. He came to fulfill a campaign promise he had made during his first run for office. While campaigning, he passed through Elk City, Oklahoma, and vowed that if elected, he would return as President. True to his word, he came back to this small western Oklahoma town to connect with its residents.

By then, the memory of President Ford’s near-assassination and other threats against public figures lingered in the national consciousness. Carter was a peanut farmer from Plains, Georgia. He resonated with Oklahoma Citizens through his humility and shared values. This included his Democratic Party affiliation. First Lady Rosalynn Carter was accompanying him. Her warmth and grace complemented her husband. She left a positive impression on the locals.

At the time, Oklahoma’s Governor George Nigh was a celebrated figure in state politics. George Nigh was elected Lieutenant Governor more times than anyone else. He briefly served as Governor multiple times. This occurred when his predecessors resigned to take other offices. Despite some legal challenges about his eligibility, the State Supreme Court affirmed his ability to serve. He was now in his first full term as Governor. His presence at Carter’s visit added to the significance of the occasion.

The visit brought much excitement and preparation to Elk City, a town of about 12,000. The oil boom had not yet transformed the region. The high school’s field house was the largest venue available for the gathering. Elk City did not have an airport that accommodates Air Force One. Thus, the nearby Clinton-Sherman Airbase in Burns Flat, 15 miles east, was reactivated for the President’s arrival. A motorcade transported President Carter and his entourage to Elk City.

The event attracted widespread attention, with media outlets from a five-state area descending on the town. Governor Nigh, Oklahoma’s First Lady, U.S. Senators, Representatives, and many state officials joined the crowd. The field house overflowed with locals eager to witness history.

President Carter took the stage after introductions by various community leaders. His speech was marked by humility, sincerity, and a willingness to engage directly with the audience. During a question-and-answer session, a young girl boldly asked for a kiss. The President graciously obliged. This act endeared him further to the crowd.

Unlike many politicians who have returned to the comfort of Washington, D.C., President Carter chose to stay overnight at the home of Elk City Mayor Larry Wade. While he and Rosalynn rested, Elk City police officers securely guarded their limousine. It was stored in the fire department’s bay. The fire trucks were temporarily parked on the street. This allowed room for the vehicle. The bay doors were locked to make sure its secure.

The next morning, the Secret Service inspected and prepared the limousine for the journey back to the Clinton-Sherman Airbase. At 7:00 AM, President and Mrs. Carter were to be escorted by a motorcade that included local police and the Oklahoma Highway Patrol. But the Carters had been invited to church. And to church they would go. The President’s and First Lady’s Church attendance was unannounced and brief. Two routes were used to guarantee security, though the President’s exact route remains uncertain. By 8:15 AM, all vehicles converged at the church. The Carters left church and went to the Clinton – Sherman Airfield, near Burns Flat. “Nothing is to schedule” one news reporter was noted as saying. And, for the Secret Service, they appreciated it wasn’t. The changes in the planned activity helped create enough of a distraction.

As Air Force One prepared for departure, President Carter and Rosalynn climbed the stairway. They turned to wave goodbye to the assembled crowd. Then, they boarded the plane. Within minutes, the jet’s engines roared to life. It ascended into the blue Oklahoma sky. The departure left behind a community that felt valued and appreciated.

Jimmy Carter’s visit to Elk City exemplified his commitment to keeping promises and connecting with everyday Americans. Years after making his pledge, he returned to this western Oklahoma town. This return reflected the integrity and personal touch that characterized his presidency.

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It Began At A Friends Christmas Party.

An argument disrupted a party at Conan O’Brien’s Christmas Party. Now Conan is reportedly “wracked with guilt” over what happened in his home that night. Guests at the party said the younger Reiner was “freaking out”. Nick was reportedly going from guest to guest asking them “if they were famous?” Which is believed to have started a dispute between he and his father. Conan thinks he should have intervened when he looks back. Instead, he said all three of the Reiners left his party and went home.

On December 14, 2025, the world was shaken by the devastating news. Rob Reiner, one of America’s most beloved artists and civic voices. And his wife photographer Michele Singer Reiner, were found fatally wounded. Murdered in their Brentwood, Los Angeles home. Their their son, Nick Reiner, now charged with their murders. Leaving a profound void in Hollywood and in public life. And stunning the hearts of millions who admired their work and their lives around the world. (1)

A Life in the Arts — From Screen to Story

Rob Reiners rise to prominence was nothing short of extraordinary. Rob was born in the Bronx in 1947. He was born to entertainment royalty — his father was the legendary comedian Carl Reiner. Rob built a career that spanned decades and mediums. He first captured America’s imagination as Michael “Meathead” Stivic on All in the Family. This performance earned him Emmy recognition. It also made him a household name. (2)

But it was behind the camera that Reiner truly reshaped American cinema. As a director and producer, he brought to life some of the most cherished films of the late 20th century:

  • This Is Spinal Tap — a cult classic that redefined mockumentary comedy. (2)
  • Stand by Me — a timeless coming-of-age masterpiece. (2)
  • The Princess Bride — a fairy tale beloved by generations. (2)
  • When Harry Met Sally… — one of the great romantic comedies in film history. (2)
  • A Few Good Men — a gripping courtroom drama that became a cultural touchstone. (2)

His storytelling was more than entertainment; it was empathetic, insightful, and deeply human — reflecting the best of American imagination.

A Partner in Life and Purpose

Standing beside Rob was Michele Singer Reiner, his wife of more than three decades. Michele’s talents went beyond her role as a devoted partner and mother. She was a gifted photographer and producer. Michele was celebrated in her own right. Her work included collaborations on various cultural projects. Her creative eye helped shape the visual landscape of many endeavors they pursued together. (2)

Michele was not merely a support to Rob. She was an equal force of creativity, compassion, and conviction. She embodied a deep commitment to both art and advocacy.

Champions of Humanity and Civic Duty

Rob and Michele Reiner were not content to rest solely on artistic laurels. They were passionate advocates for causes that show the best instincts of our nation. Rob’s political engagement spanned early childhood education, civil rights, and marriage equality. His involvement made him a fierce public voice for inclusion, justice, and the dignity of all people. He helped co-found influential organizations and leveraged his platform to support progressive civic causes. (3)

Michele’s activism and advocacy were equally meaningful. She championed marginalized communities through her work with LGBTQ+ organizations and children’s welfare initiatives. She lent her voice to efforts that made tangible differences in people’s lives. (2)

Together, they represented a model of creative achievement married with civic responsibility. This reminds us that success in culture and in conscience are not mutually exclusive. Instead, they are mutually enriching.

A Loss Shared by the Nation

The response to their deaths reflects the breadth of lives they touched. Tributes poured in from Hollywood friends like Billy Crystal, Albert Brooks, and Martin Short. Political figures across the spectrum also honored their legacy and mourned the immense loss. Friends called them a “special force devoted to public betterment,” highlighting their generosity, their creativity, and their tireless spirit. (3)

Why We Should Honor Them

The Reiners lived by the same ethic exemplified by Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter. They shared a commitment to service, compassion, and purpose. Like President Carter, they devoted themselves to doing good whenever they can. They aimed to help for as long as possible and in many ways.

If America needed to memorialize a pair, they would choose Rob and Michele Singer Reiner. Their lives reflected the highest values of artistic brilliance. They showed humanitarian commitment and civic leadership. The Reiners embody artistic brilliance and humanitarian dedication. Civic leadership was a fundamental part of their legacy. They stand at the top of that list. Their tragic end came at the hands of a loved one struggling with personal demons. This only deepens the poignancy of their story. It underscores life’s fragility, even for those who seem larger than it.

To remember them is not only to celebrate iconic films and photographs. It is also to proclaim a narrative about what it means to care for one another. It shows how to invest in the common good. Ultimately, it encourages us to leave the world better than we found it — through art, action, and advocacy.

A highway will probably never bear their name. It is unlikely that a statue will stand in their likeness at the center of a campus. No one will demand that students memorize every detail of what they did — and that is just fine. They would not have sought those honors anyway. The Reiners never worked for recognition; they worked for purpose. And that is precisely why they will forever be remembered as heroes to so many. The Reiners — the truest expression of what an American life can be.


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

WHEN THE LIGHTS DON’T WARN — THEY PULL

A SPECIAL PUBLICATION FOR DECEMBER 13th, 2025

Are modern LED emergency strobes increasing the risk to first responders on America’s roadways?

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First responders are trained to notice patterns long before studies are commissioned or policies are rewritten. Sometimes danger announces itself not with a single catastrophic event, but with repetition—quiet, unsettling repetition. Over a single 24-hour period, I recorded eight separate headlines. Each headline involved police officers being struck by vehicles while working crashes or traffic stops. Eight. Different states. Different agencies. Same outcome. This situation raises a controversial and long overdue question. Are modern LED strobe lights unintentionally putting first responders in greater danger?

There was a time when emergency lights rotated. They swept. They moved with rhythm. The old beacons gave drivers something important—a visual break. A moment for the brain to process direction, distance, and motion. Today’s LED systems don’t rotate; they pulse. Rapidly. 

Aggressively. Relentlessly. High-intensity strobes which floods the visual field, especially at night. Instead of guiding a driver away from danger, it overwhelms the brain’s ability to react. The result, in theory, is not panic—but fixation. The eyes lock on. The vehicle drifts toward the brightest point. Not out of intent, but neurological confusion.

Some call it “target fixation,” a phenomenon well known to pilots, motorcyclists, and tactical drivers. Under stress, humans often steer toward what they’re staring at—even when that object shows danger. Combine that instinct with modern LED strobes. These strobes flash faster than the brain comfortably processes. The warning light becomes a lure. A hypnotic point of focus. A tragic beacon.

Is it time to ask whether modern emergency strobes are warning drivers—or pulling them in?

Within just one day, these were the headlines recorded:

• 1 arrested for allegedly driving while intoxicated after rear-ending a police cruiser on I-465

• Las Vegas police officer injured after vehicle hit while investigating a separate crash

• Effingham County deputy hospitalized after being struck by a vehicle, authorities confirm

• Police cruiser struck by car, officer injured in Naugatuck

• State trooper vehicle damaged after being hit during a traffic stop

• Norman police officer critically injured after being struck by a car on State Highway 9

• Winston-Salem police officer injured after impaired driver crashed into three patrol cars

• Waterbury man injured Naugatuck officer in hit-and-run crash

Eight incidents. One recurring element: emergency lighting designed to protect, now contributing to harm.

This is not an indictment of technology, nor a dismissal of impaired or reckless driving. Accountability still matters. But safety demands that we ask difficult questions—even when the answers challenge long-standing assumptions. If the very lights meant to warn motorists are instead disorienting them, then tradition, training, and procurement policies deserve re-examination. 

Officers and firefighters shouldn’t have to stand in the road. They shouldn’t be wondering whether the light behind them is helping. They shouldn’t wonder if it’s painting a target on their back.

Sometimes progress requires us to look backward. Sometimes the old way worked better. And sometimes, the most dangerous thing on the roadside isn’t the driver who fails to slow down. Instead, it’s the light that never lets them look away.

This isn’t meant to be the final word — it’s meant to start a conversation.

If you’re a first responder, dispatcher, firefighter, EMT, tow operator, or a motorist, your experience matters. If you have ever felt disoriented by modern emergency lighting, your experience matters. 

Have you noticed drivers drifting toward scenes instead of away from them? Do today’s LED strobes feel different than the rotating lights of the past? Or do you believe visibility has improved safety overall?

Share your thoughts, experiences, or observations in the comments. Respectful discussion is encouraged. If patterns are being noticed on the roadside long before they’re studied in boardrooms, it’s worth listening. Lives depend on it.


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

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 Oklahoma, Colorado, and Wyoming. His career in law enforcement began in 1980 and lasted more than two decades. This gave him first hand 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.