Reality Politics: A Crazy Old Man and a Growling Dog

Confronting an emblem and problem in today’s America

Gippolito Ndp


Photo by Brian Lundquist on Unsplash

I want to tell you about a recent incident. No, don’t be misled by the image above … there were no guns involved, so far as I know.

And oddly enough, it was not a “con” going on, which (as I’ve written before) the great Orange conman, Trump, has made “ready for prime time” as one of America’s problems these days. So many seem to have gotten into it, to emulate their hero.

Anyhow …

I was out walking one of my dogs. Fortunately, he (substantial and muscular) happens to be the more protective and potentially aggressive of my two best friends. The other one just wants to play with everyone — useless and more of a hindrance than a help in a tight spot.

I was waiting patiently for my friend to finish adorning a bush near the sidewalk, when out of nowhere a guy appeared almost right next to me. He might have been in one of the cars sitting in a nearby parking lot and come from there — but he really just seemed to materialize.

My dog started growling and I clicked the button on his leash, creating a very short one, but he didn’t do much else … just stood there growling lowly and threateningly.

I turned to face the guy and also created a step of space between us.

With one eye on my dog and his right hand in the pocket of his coat, he began a dialogue which I repeat here:

Dude: Take out your wallet and give me your cash.

Me: (after a few seconds of silence and thought) Say again?

Dude: Wallet. Give me your cash.

Me: (having sneaked my right hand to my right hip where a folding knife reposes when I walk the dogs): Uh … what year were you born?

Dude: What?

Me: Born — what year were you born?

Dude: Hesitating, he said “1994.”

Me: No.

Dude: (taking a step closer) What do you mean, “no.”

Me: I mean I don’t have any kids born in 1994. You’ll have to find someone else to support you.



Gippolito Ndp

Dad, G-dad, veteran, semi-retired lawyer, archaeologist, writer