Next Trump Distraction? Release of Area 51 Aliens’ Bodies


What else can Trump do to ramp up the distract-everyone-from-his-multiple-shortcomings full court press the White House has been pushing lately, with ever more hysteria.  Reportedly, a couple of days ago he was wailing for the GOP to “do something” to save him.  (Perhaps his repeated and unprovoked attacks on prominent GOP senators and House representatives weren’t the best way to win friends and influence people on the Hill.)

Seriously?  Trotting out the more than half century old JFK conspiracy spectres just in time for Halloween has a certain air of desperation about it.  That’s the best argument they can advance for dropping all Trump investigations?  Oh boy.

Well, there’s only one kind of red meat conspiracy buffs like more than re-hashing who killed JFK.

Yep.  Release the hounds Mr. Trump.  Bring out the big guns.  Promise to give up the alien bodies and spacecraft currently being housed at Area 51.

So what if they don’t exist.  Breitbart, Bannon, Spencer et. al. would not be able to resist that honeypot.  The media in general would waste no telling how much time tut-tutting about it, while the far right might be tempted to crow over being, once again, proven correct.  That should take up plenty of the public discourse oxygen for awhile.

And, of course, at the last minute Trump can just do what he always does–fail to produce the body.  Nope, there’s no habeus corpus for our president’s “no veracity zone”.

So it seems that Mr, Trump’s growing ever more frantic to evade the Mueller investigation and protect his Russian masters must mean something.  Jeez his administration has even refused to implement the Russian sanctions Trump himself signed into law not so long ago, so he wouldn’t want anyone noticing that now, would he?

In the past week or ten days we’re again bored to hear more blah, blah, blah about how everything that ever happened is Hillary Clinton’s fault. And that the Russian investigation is over anyway, and everyone agrees there was no collusion on Trump’s part.

Speaking of Clinton, that’s another Trump distraction topic that’s more than worn out its welcome.  Forget Hillary’s damn e-mails.  She lost.  The point is moot.  Whatever she did or did not do, it has no bearing on the fact that Trump seems to be part of a Russian cabal that’s taken over the executive branch of our government.  She’s already been investigated.  Besides, whatever deal Loretta Lynch made with Bill Clinton back when they ditched their security details and got together to discuss their grandchildren (yeah, right) on one or the other’s plane–I forget which–is already in place.

So, enough with Hillary, JFK, the DNC, etc.  Give us our red meat.

Release the alien bodies Mr. Trump.  Or, at least, say you will so we can then watch the media scrum as Wolf, Brian, Sean, et. al. try to spin that story!

And now that you mention it, has anyone actually checked to be sure Melania doesn’t have gills or something?  Maybe she’s a Putin plant.  In fact, is anyone actually sure that Putin was born of a human woman?   We’re clearly in murky water here.

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Corker and Flake–the John Carlos and Tommy Smith of the U.S. Senate


While it might have been predictable that Sen. Jeff Flake would stand up for abused and downtrodden Senators, who would have thought Bob Corker would be be one of the flaming reactionaries?  He seems so, well, non-entity-ish.

The pair strayed into famed Olympic protest territory, channeling those two legendary U.S. track and field athletes, John Carlos and Tommy Smith who gave the Black Power salute (black-gloved clenched fist raised in the air) on the medal stand.  (They were reviled, stripped of their medals, and banned from any further Olympic competition.)

The two disestablishmentarian pols,  Corker and Flake, astoundingly, have now refused to play the capering fool to feather their own congressional nests, opting instead for the high road and retirement.  What could they be thinking?

Regardless, the two Republican Cassandras are now permanently enshrined in my imagination, standing on the first and second place podium slots in their sweats (after doing a Paul Ryan gym workout, of course) white-gloved fists raised in protest, bravely bitching about the unequal treatment they are receiving at the hands of the executive branch.

Good for them.  It’s nice to know that there are some things too low even for a Senator.  Such as what they’d have to do to get elected as a GOP candidate in 2018.

 

Remember What Happened to Machiavelli


There seem to be a lot of Machiavelli wannabes floating around in the USA’s public life. The arcane–and to my thinking insane–plotting that’s always being referred to in the news seems to take place without regard to consequences.

These folks might wanna read some history.

Machiavelli wound up on the rack.  Robespierre the great orator who rabble roused the French into a revolution, had a smashed jaw and could no longer speak when he went to the guillotine.  His followers got to him before the executioner and after he’d over-promised and under-delivered regarding what would follow the revolution.

Keep it in mind, plotters. People quickly tire of inartful machination.  You’re overdue for a fall. And blindly following a guy with a nose like Steve Bannon’s is a fool’s errand.  There’s only one way to get a nose like that and all you ticked off white males know it.  This is not a guy to follow, he’s tainted. Green meat, not red, to borrow from Chris Rock.

Bannon, Breitbart, Spencer, and their ilk are sellin’ wolf tickets.  Y’know, the kind that can’t  actually be redeemed for goods or services, they’re just pieces of paper.

Faithless leaders of populist movements always wind up on the wrong side of their followers–because they stir folks up and don’t deliver.  Because they don’t have the power or wherewithal to deliver on empty promises, such “leaders” are always doomed to be destroyed at the hands of their followers.

Bannon, et al. should be damn glad that in 21st century USA disaffected followers just leave or possibly protest bitterly at being tricked. They don’t send their faithless leaders’ heads to the successor leader anymore, as was once the custom in medieval times.

A Bit of Arthurian Trivia–the Names of King Arthur’s Weapons


So, upon reading the Giles translation of Roger of Wendover’s “Flowers of History” Vol. 1, I learned a bit of apocryphal trivia about King Arthur.  (The book’s an 1849 translation of Roger’s chronicle of England from the early fifth century to 1235, including contemporaneous account of the signing of the first Magna Carta in 1215.)

King Arthur not only had a great (but not mentioned as magical in Wendover) sword named Excalibur or Caliburn (as Wendover reports). He also had a shield named Pridwen or Prydwyn. It had an image of Virgin Mary on it.

Here’s the part that seems, well, amusing. Arthur’s lance was named Ron. No kidding. Ron.

Of course that’s not the same Ron which is a shortened version of Ronald.

But still. Ron. No kidding.

Ack, Sen. Corker Agrees with Me re: Trump Castrating Cabinet


Except I said it first.  Sen. Corker, you’re stealin’ my premise. (This is just an updated previous post from 4/27/17 in which I raised the same issue–Trump’s neutered males). Because the way the men in the Trump adminstration are publicly scolded, badmouthed, slimed, denigrated, taunted and generally disrespected by their incompetent and embarrassingly ill-behaved master would only be tolerated by someone with no balls.

So I’ve been wondering–will all the Trump administration’s neutered
males–Priebus, Sessions, Mattis, Pence, Tillerson, Spicer, et. al.–get their balls back after they leave office? (Okay, Spicer and Priebus probably never had any, but what about the rest?  They were once high testosterone males.) And where are those testicles stored anyway? (Al Gore’s lockbox?) Or were they just thrown out with the rest of the trash?

Granted, most of the castrati are so old that they probably weren’t using
those balls for much anyway, except possibly to scratch occasionally, for
old times’ sake. But the way these guys let Trump humiliate them suggests
that whatever manhood they still possessed had to be checked at the
metaphorical door to their new positions, as a condition of employment.

Some of the president’s paid lackeys used to have some pride, sense of self,
and independence. Now they’re just a sad, pathetic bunch of saluting,
heel-clicking old castrati who have apparently sold their manhood
for–what?

Still, it could be worse. Über sack-shrinker Hillary could have been elected.
Just the sound of her voice is enough to make a red-blooded male’s testicles
ascend to the refuge of their owner’s thorax and huddle behind the ribs in
fear. There’s no guarantee she would even have hired any manly men
anyway.

What would Jesus say?

“You weenies don’t deserve the balls Dad and I gave ya.  You don’t hear about me badmouthing my apostles do ya?  And look what they did to me.”

 

Ireland, UK–the Best Songs for (USA) Hurricane-escaping Are…


Fingers crossed Ireland, Wales, UK, that no one gets hurt by ex-hurricane Ophelia.  (Yeah, I know, Wales is part of the UK, but I think of it as a completely separate place because its history and language are so different.)

As a native Floridian, and someone who lived in the Caribbean for a long time, I have a ton of experience listening to music while evacuating from islands or driving very fast–punctuated by near standstills–on the continent to escape from hurricanes.   It’s a great apocalyptic pastime.  Sort of.

It goes without saying that you gotta listen to music at such a time.

You guys may not have a lot of experience escaping hurricanes, so, here’s my top eight songs which I can attest are great to listen to while running away from an apocalyptic event.  (Not to be a pushy Norteamericano, but, there’s not a lot of time for you folks to be researching the subject just now. You’re supposed to be getting ready for Ophelia.)

8. “River of Dreams” by Billy Joel
7. “Do You Love Me? (Now that I Can Dance)” by The Contours (rock &
roll)
6. “Twist and Shout versions by the Isley Brothers and the Beatles (rock &
roll)
5. “Look De Devil Dey” by Penguin (carnival soca music)
4. “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones (rock & roll)
3. “Walk of Life” by Dire Straits (fusion)
2. “Layla” (the long cut) by Derrick and the Dominoes (rock & roll)
1. “Pressure Drop” (what else?) by the Maytals (reggae); actually just
play the whole soundtrack from the movie “The Harder They
Come” which includes Pressure Drop and a number of other songs that are
nearly as scary-running-away-suitable

Good luck.  Now crank up the volume, step on that accelerator, and get the hell away from that storm!

Trump, GOP Sliming Brave San Juan Mayor Is Contemptible


Trump and his chump change colleagues really hit bottom the past few days, trashing San Juan’s gutsy mayor, who has demonstrated great leadership and compassion under extreme duress.  Trump and his sleazy, lilliputian GOP apparatchiks bitching about Ms. Cruz’s performance was like criticizing someone who’s just been run over by a Mack truck because they didn’t carry the stretcher to the ambulance and drive themselves to the hospital.  This is not how people of quality behave!

Watching those dirtbags slime Ms. Cruz was infuriating.  They were an embarrassment to our country.  Jeez, could they do something less distasteful like maybe just go back to quietly cheating us out of travel reimbursements or something?

Trump’s performance as president thus far demonstrably disqualifies him from making any sort of useful observations about leadership, a quality which he is decidedly neither imbued with nor seeking to acquire.   He knows not of leadership because he just doesn’t possess the full complement of knowledge, skill sets and emotional range to understand those whom he would lead.  Trying to explain to him wherein lies his ignorance of leadership would be like trying to explain the color red to a congenitally blind person.  He’s not got it and he’s not gonna get it either.

And, speaking of leadership, aside from the shocking paucity of moral and humane responses to millions of our countrymen and women suffering, one would have thought that the feckless White House occupant et. al. would at least look to their own self interest.

But the distinct impression these folks leave is that they think Latina/Latino voters will forget this.  In the first place, everyone knows that the “Latino vote” is by no means monolithic.  Mexican Americans have different priorities and issues than Cuban Americans, who differ on many subjects from Puerto Ricans, who don’t necessarily share the views of folks with Central American ancestry who…well, you get the picture.  But despite the differences,  I can guarantee you that the “they” of whom our meathead president spoke when dissing Mayor Cruz, know when “they” have been insulted.  And I suspect “they” will remember it for at least a couple of election cycles.  Nice strategizing there, GOP.

And it was only a few hours after Trump made that insulting remark about “they want everything done for them” before I heard some illiterate (literally) jerk where I live repeating with kneejerk stupidity that very same Trump doctrine.

No.  They don’t.  They are American citizens and Puerto Rico (and the U.S. Virgin Islands) are American soil.  Period.  When there’s no power, no communication, no fuel,no water and no food, and no plausible way to ameliorate that lack, there’s only so much “they” can do.  “They” are part of us.

Actually, I think Trump’s just pissed off because someone pulled his own stunt against him in Puerto Rico.  He licensed his name to a casino company for a resort and golf club in Puerto Rico.  That company welshed on the licensing fees, then declared bankruptcy, changed the name, and left Trump’s organization holding the bag for an unspecified sum.  Basically, they out-Trumped Trump.  No wonder he’s sulking.  Too bad it’s the people of Puerto Rico who are having to pay the price in the form of seemingly deliberately drawn out  hurricane relief.

Some leaders, no?  No.  Those commie-loving Trumpsters and their GOP Putin-poodles in congress are so busy giving away the farm that they wouldn’t know true patriotism or leadership if it bit ’em in the ass.

Back to Trump and the GOP dumping on Mayor Cruz–do these assholes even know anything about Puerto Rico and its native sons and daughters? Do they not realize that it’s been a European-developed island since the early 1500’s? It was a powerhouse in the Caribbean more than a century before the Pilgrims even showed up in the New (relative term) World.

Oh, right.  I forgot. Trump doesn’t know any history.  (Not to digress but, what the hell were they teaching at the expensive schools from which he supposedly graduated?)  Apparently his little cadre of heel clickers either doesn’t either or won’t admit to it.

Yeah.  Some leaders.

What would Jesus say?  The same thing Lin-Manuel Miranda said about Trump re: dissing Mayor Cruz.  “You’re going straight to hell.”