In San Francisco, it was reported that a paralyzing strike of the Teamsters and lockout had shut down truck transport companies this date in eleven Western states. By the following day, according to an industry spokesman, the 2.5 million dollar per day operations of 150,000 trucks by 1,600 transport companies would be halted completely, based on a wage dispute in California's Central Valley. An estimated 100,000 men would be idled in the eleven states, including California, Oregon and Washington. Freight on hand or on the road, when the Central Valley Teamsters had declared the strike and manned picket lines the previous morning, would be delivered, but new shipments had been embargoed by regional trucking associations represented by the employers' Western States Labor Policy Committee. The employers and Teamsters had agreed that such perishables as milk and vegetables would be shipped. President Einar Mohn of the Western Conference of Teamsters said that a committee had been organized to arrange transportation of emergency freight and all goods under government bills of lading. The Labor Policy Committee dispatched the lockout order after the Teamsters' Sacramento Joint Council 38, with 2,350 drivers in eight California cities and Reno, Nev., had gone on strike for wage parity with the Oakland drivers. Following a ten-day strike, the Oakland local the previous week had won a one-year contract granting a $1.60 per day wage increase plus new vacation and pension benefits—meaning more time to take a trip to Reno to lose all their gains. Employers said that the Oakland local packers received from $4 to $4.57 per day in additional wages in six counties under the Oakland agreement, including in Alameda, Contra Costa, Solano, Santa Cruz, Santa Clara, to which the truckers knew the way, and Monterey.

On the editorial page, a piece from the Washington Post & Times Herald, titled "O Tempora! O Morons!" which tells of Dr. Robert Hutchins of the Fund for the Republic having blamed the inadequate learning of U.S. youth on the technological revolution, assuring youth of a job, a nice house in a good neighborhood, nigh enough the city, with all the desirable gadgets and membership in the country club, by simply behaving like a moron without the need to prove his intellectual capacities. He found that intelligence was an anachronism in the automated age, such that the economy could be managed with the intelligence and high suggestibility of a 12-year old child. Since child labor laws disallowed employment of 12-year old children, an adult with the mentality of a 12-year old had become desirable for employers, those without prescribed academic credits and degrees. He concluded that Americans were not serious about education because they knew that education was no longer important in achieving success.

It suggests that it brought to mind a once well-known jingle: "See the happy moron!/ He don't give a damn!/ I wish I was a moron— My God! Perhaps I am!" It says that after seeing Dr. Hutchins provide his diatribe on the state of American education in an interview with Mike Wallace, it may have choked in embarrassment and panicked over the last line.

We feature the piece as it forecasts the Trumpy-Dumpy-Doers of the present.

The editorial on John Kasper, "The South Must Avoid Political Binges", also predicts through a prior exponent of racism a typical Trumpistador of the last decade, the racists having found a home with Trump and his rhetoric in national politics in unprecedented fashion, at least not since the antebellum days of John C. Calhoun, perhaps. Even he never won the White House. The gradual erosion of the value of education and with it any semblance of common sense, it would seem, is largely responsible for it, even if Mr. Kasper was a well-educated man as a graduate of Columbia University, more an expedient Machiavellian demagogue than an emotional racist by nature, just as Trump, seeking appeal to the lesser lights to get elected while stealing from them behind their backs.

Incidentally, we urge that Democratic Congressional leaders obtain a written pledge from each of the major prospective Democratic candidates for the presidency in 2028 to tear down the outrageously ostentatious 90,000 square foot ballroom, substantially larger than the existing 55,000 square foot White House, so that the American people will not have the burden of paying in the future the substantial cost of its upkeep and utilities, setting aside the steadily increasing cost of building it, obtained through corporate bribery of the Administration for favorable treatment of certain persons and entities. Tear it down to the ground and then rebuild the East Wing, starting as soon as the next Democratic administration takes office. If truly to be paid for by private donations, nothing will be lost, especially if private donors also commit in advance to tearing down the hideous, gaudy thing and restoring what has already been destroyed in unprecedented schemes and opaque chicanery, masked with proclaimed "transparency", keeping the attention deficit disorder sufferers transfixed on the shell du jour while they move around the others with prestidigital celerity.

Present that agreement to His Highness and put him back in his place. He will not leave a permanent stamp on the White House grounds just so the already permanently disgraced name of Trump in the history books might seem to some future morons to have been representative of some grand man, improperly swindled by the petty of his proper place amid the true thinkers and visionaries of his age, given to palatial splendor in the revivalist vein of "Gone with the Wind" and Hitler's Germania, coexistent in time in advance of World War II, which blew such notions to shreds along with the never-never land which those visions depicted, actually, in the case of the typical antebellum Southern mansion, wind-blown hallways front to back, expanded gradually over time on their wings to accommodate a growing family, their usually exaggerated size in Jeeterville beyond mere replication made necessary to withstand and offset the oppressive rate of youthful mortality and general morbidity inherent in the era prior to ameliorative vaccines and effective contraception, witness the original Custis-Lee Mansion in Arlington. There were no lush, palatial ballrooms, stupid, wherein lavish dances and orgiastic parties of the Trump-Epstein variety took place. Nor shall there be for more than another three years, should His Highness continue to build it without the advice and consent of Congress and therefore the people, who solidly oppose, by the polling data, this Administration's wild and unconstitutional approach to governance generally, transacted in the name of Herr Doktor Goebbels and his twisty little entourage of morons and psychopaths bent on bringing to reality the horrors of Project 2025, sinking the Constitution by the bow without ever seeking the approval of the people through the normal process of amendment provided in the document. Commit now to getting rid of the ballroom and any other mortmain devise of his conjuring to preserve his self-aggrandizing heritage foundation of sand, and let the nut know that will be the result generally of his colossal efforts to reshape the country, dust to dust for the ages, as with all prior Caesars.