There
is something more embarrassing in that Camelot past than cavorting with porn
stars and rumors the First Lady does not sleep at the White House? How about Trump
Tower? What about in Florida? This morning, I looked at photos commemorating a hunger
strike in Ireland. The prisoners were not allowed to have legal counsel. They
could not talk to each other. They were denied even a pen and piece of paper.
The guy who spoke up? His name was Hughes.
Another relative?
That
man stood up to the warden and got them some privileges. So, when he was finally
released, he stood accused of being an “informant” or “snitch” for the British
authorities. He went into hiding, after going through hell for his fellow detainees.
Yes, it is hard to be a Hughes. What a mistake it was to strike oil often with
a drill bit still in use that is mine.
Ms. Blum knows that, and is supposed to call me this evening. I’d like to be
part of that hunger strike commemorative parade someday. My 100% Irish
grandmother suffered in silence. Bill Hughes does not do “silent.” Bill is
never “covert.”
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