Category Archives: “leaders”?

Trump Would Have Run In and Taken Out the Parkland Shooter? Seriously?

Since we’ve all seen that the best pace our tubby president can muster is a slow waddle, his boast is only partly plausible.  Assuming that he’d been there and actually taken any part in an attempted rescue of the children under attack in Parkland, I think it would have played out something like this.

The most charitable interpretation of what Trump might have done had he been near the massacre is that he’d have charged along on his golf cart, waddled down a hallway or two looking for an elevator rather than taking the stairs, (out of the question).  Then, exhausted, he’d have slumped against a wall wheezing from the effort of walking any farther from his golf cart than his usual distance.  That would normally be between his cart and where his ball lies on a fairway or green.

Of course, he’s never demonstrated a scintilla of courage in all the years he’s been braying on our TV screens, long before the Russians put him up to running for president.  (Coercion or bribery, inquiring minds want to know–but no icky details, please.  Some of us have weak stomachs.)  So it seems improbable that he would have done a damn thing.

But he would have said he did.  In his demented brain the two are seemingly the same.   (What really happened and what he said–after the fact– happened would not, in a million, billion years actually be the same. )

Yeah, I can see him zipping along in his golf cart, hair flying, bald spot showing, rolls of fat jiggling, racing away from any possible danger as quickly as possible.   Just like Fearless Leader of Rocky and Bullwinkle fame, our cartoon of a president would have made us laugh.

Or would have if it weren’t for the gruesome fact that real children were dying, their internal organs and bones being blown apart because no one–NO ONE–except the brave Coral Springs police officers, a few teachers, and the children themselves showed any courage at all during the horrific tragedy.

So zip it Mr president.  At this point we’d all probably be satisfied if you would just stop fooling around, tweeting, bragging, stuffing your face with KFC and Big Macs, and actually put in a day or two of actual work at your job.

But we know that’s not gonna happen.


“Bwana” Donnie Jr. “Likes” Parkland Shooting Denier Hate Tweets

“Bwana” Donnie Jr. Trump, big game hunter and useless lump of protoplasm, is the rotten apple that didn’t fall far from his father’s twisted tree. He’s always had plenty of time on his hands, having nothing better to do than ride the coattails of daddy dearests. A lot of that time has been spent gunning down hapless prey for no better reason than that he likes to kill.  So it’s no wonder that he didn’t see anything wrong with a bunch of kids being gunned down in a Parkland, Florida school.  Wild prey, kids, what’s the diff, right?  It’s all good, as the saying goes.

Now Bwana Donnie doesn’t realize he’s an ambulatory piece of trash. People have always bowed and scraped to him, not because of any inherent quality (relative term) but because people want to curry favor with his creepy daddy. Daddy bragged on tape about the joys of serial sexual assault and how he could get away with it because he’s a star (also a relative term). So you can kind of see where Bwana Donnie got his twisted and unrealistic sense of self and entitlement.

But even for this empty vessel his latest behavior is off the charts awful.

An even dirtier dirtbag, Lucian Wintrich, referring to the Parkland shooting victims and survivors, on the website Gatweway Pundit, tweeted that “[M]any of these other students are being used as marionettes by the far left and deep state because they were able to run out of a building.  There is no credibility there and it’s disgusting to watch.”

Yeah, all they did was run out of a building.  One wonders how Mr. Wintrich would tweet after he had occasion to run for his life from someone with a gun.

That tweet was disgusting enough but the real outrage is that the entitled twit Bwana Donnie “liked” the tweet via a Twitter link.  (Maybe Eric really is the smart one.)  Yes, the hopelessly empty-headed son of the President of the United States actually liked a tweet that called the Parkland massacre survivors people who just ran out of a building.  No kidding.

What would he have to say, or tweet, if it were his kids who had to run for their lives or, even worse, were left lying on the ground bleeding or dead.  I doubt he’d be so flip about that.

The Trump family is, plain and simple, hopelessly low class.  You can dress them up, you can teach them to use the right fork, but they will never be “A list” people.  Yeah, you can dress them up but ya sure can’t take them out in public.  They will embarrass themselves every time.  And they probably don’t even know it.

I believe Bwana Donnie, is even worse than the face-biting cannibal from South Florida.  At least the cannibal had the excuse of being crazy and high on drugs.  But you, Bwana Donnie, you’re just a useless waste of oxygen along with the rest of your godforsaken immediate family.  (Some of the other Trumps, like Donad Sr.’s sister for instance,  are actually productive, decent citizens who refrain from such dreadful behavior.)

What would Jesus say?  “Hell is way too good for you people.”


Florida Legislature Votes for Child Murder

As a South Florida native, I’m well aware of the historically venal, greedy and stupid louts who traditionally populate our legislatuve bodies. There are no heroes in that sordid mass of useless flesh and lard. It’s not uncommon for the legislature’s “leaders” to go straight from office to prison.

But even by their own corrupt and cowardly standards, they’ve hit a new low.  The Florida GOP lawmakers, one and all, voted the interest of their owners and donors and refused even to consider or bring to the floor any legislation which might anger the National Rifle Association (NRA).  They couldn’t care less that 17 people, mostly kids, were blown away in six minutes by gunfire in their shcool.

They no doubt enjoy stout protections against intruders into their sacrosanct halls.  That would be protections against someone with an automatic weapon or a gun.  How pathetic is it that they will not pull their snouts out of the trough from which they feed long enough to consider protecting children–who are sitting ducks in unsecured schools–from hails of rapid fire bullet assault.

Even for Florida this is disgusting.  When the children invaded Governor Rick Scott’s office they were told that he was “too busy” to see them.  Then his office said he was at a funeral.  I don’t believe that for a minute.

At least it’s not as bad as the coterie of White House no-talents who, having had a bad couple of weeks due to their own self-induced chaos, rponounced themselves “relieved” that scrutiny was shifted from their feckless incompetence to the mass murder and maiming of a bunch of kids.

Yeah, profiles in courage at the White House too.  “Relieved” that children being ripped apart by bullets shifted attention from them and their inability to govern.

I want to throw up.

And tourists, keep in mind, Florida is a lawless free fire zone.  There is no safety within our borders.  There are no responsible “leaders”.  Would you want to put your kids, on vacation, at risk in a dreadful place such as the Sunshine State?

What would Jesus say?  “Suffer the children.”  And, “hell is way too good for you Florida legislature scumbags”.

Was It Worth $100K-$250K for (Eric) Trump Appearance?

So there was supposed to be this big–hyooooge, in fact–bash at Mar-a-Lago to celebrate Trump’s one-year-in-office anniversary.  Trump would play the conquering hero to the adoring crowd of Trumpettes and other awe-stricken lumpenproles in a pricey paean to his wonderfulness.  (The Trumpettes are a group of die-hard female Trump supporters who openly celebrate their white privilege instead of denying that it exists as dem women do.)

The cost to attend was reportedly between $100,000 and $250,000 per couple (the latter figure being for the swells who wished to participate in a patricians-only discussion of some sort).

Except the government shutdown interfered.  The president had to stay in Washington.

But it was okay.  There was a substitute Trump appearance.  Eric.  He may have given a speech.  I wasn’t on the guest list.

But had I been, well, the bait and switch would not have gone unremarked-upon.  I would argue that a picture with Eric Trump pretending to know me would not have been of equivalent value to a photo of his father pretending to know me.  Yeah, that was supposed to be the big payoff for attendees–a photo with the leader of the free world.

Instead they got a photo-op with his kid whose main achievement in life so far has been lugging his father’s DNA around and passing it on to some offspring.

For this guests were expected to take their tiaras out of the safety deposit boxes?   Eric Trump?  Why that’s hardly even worth a factotum’s time to go and pick up the baubles from the vault, let alone the price of  ladies’ costly couture, groomers’ time, glittery footwear and other essentials for a look at me, look at me social event in Palm Beach.

Yeah.  $100K – $250K.  Eric Trump.  No kidding.

Money well spent, no?  No!

What would Jesus say?  “Hey kid, you ever hear the one about the camel passing through the eye of a needle?”

Bannon Congress Testimony Sets Up WH for Witness Tampering, Obstruction of Justice

So Bannon stuck it to Trump yesterday–1/16/2018–in his testimony before the House Intelligence Committee.  According to the news (??) Bannon testified that Trump, or his staff, told him (Bannon) not to talk about lots of things which would not be considered protected–if anything is–by executive privilege.

Supposedly Bannon was ordered not to talk about anything discussed during the transition from candidate to president, or anything that happened while he wa employed at the White House, or just about anywhere or anytime else.

Presumably when Robert Mueller’s staff asks Bannon about those presumptive non-cooperation instructions ol’ Steve will have to admit, oh so reluctantly,  that, yes, he was told not to cooperate.  By the White House.

And thus, Bannon delicately sowed the seed(s) of vengeance.  Now the rest of us just have to wait for it to rain and we’ll see what icky blooms pop up as a result.  And, BTW, just who actually transmitted that order?  Why it wouldn’t be Gen. John F. Kelly would it?  Why he’s unassailable, right?  Right?


Not Collusion–Maybe Putin Hired (Or Coerced) Trump to Run for President

My sainted Catholic Mom (to borrow a phrase from Gen. John Kelly) used to say that if there’s an obvious answer it’s probably the answer.

Putin was head of the KGB.  The head spook for one of the most repressive regimes of the 20th and 21st centuries.

Donald Trump is a careless person.  No telling what he was up to in Russia.  Money laundering seems to fit the data, among other things.  And he appears to be depraved.  For God’s sake the man bragged about sexually assaulting women on a regular basis.  We have his own word for it.  On tape.  Uh huh.  Bragging about sexual assault.   Who does that?

What else might he have been up to in a far away place where the pesky American law enforcement community is also far away?

And how hard would it have been for Putin to recognize the potential benefits of having a supposed American billionaire on the payroll.  Blackmail and extortion would surely be in Putin’s bag of dirty tricks.

Maybe Putin decided to throw the dice and put up his own candidate for the U.S. presidency.   Someone recently observed that Putin manages Trump as if he’s a KGB “asset”.   Maybe that’s because Trump is a KGB asset.

The data sure seems to fit the hypothesis.  The hypothesis?   Trump is a bought and paid for, or coerced, Russian “asset”.

That’s gotta be the spook coup of the century.


Told Ya So–Bannon’s a Loser

The December 12, 2017 election results in Alabama confirm what I’ve already said. Steve Bannon’s a ridiculous figure.  Snoopy  sitting atop his little dog house with his weapons in his hands, fighting aerial battles with imaginary German biplanes is a perfect image for Bannon.

He’s Deputy Barney Fife, fumbling for the bullet the real sheriff only allows him to carry in his shirt pocket, so inept and prone to misfiring his weapon is he.  Barney was prone to hyperbole and ludicrous conspiracy theories too, just as the strutting Bannon is when performing his patronizing jester routine before a crowd.

He’s F Troop not the Light Brigade.  Or as someone other than I also observed recently, he looks like some disheveled old drunk who wanders in off the street , onto the stage, and starts ranting about whatever goes on in drunks’ heads.

He’s no Machiavelli, just a pathetic old fat man who appears to drink way too much and is reportedly a wholly owned subsidiary of some gazillionaire named Mercer.

It’s time for Bannon to go back to what I think is an appropriate ecological niche for a man of his talents.  He should be organizing bum fights under some overpass or bridge.

Charge spectators a quarter apiece Mr. Bannon.  That’s the going rate for the kind of public spectacle for which you’re suited.  It’ll keep you in cheap wine, even though your political empire has evaporated.

What would Jesus say?  “You’re not planning on entering Dad’s House are ya?  Because he’s not all that into hate speech.  Just sayin’. “