Category Archives: politics

Serial Plotter Bannon Takes on Devil Dog/Gyrene Gen. John Kelly


Predictably, Bannon lost.

What the hell was he thinking? A sleazy mouthpiece who served as a desk
jockey in the Navy vs. a Gold Star Marine dad who led combat troops in
Iraq–who would you put your money on? Duuuh.

Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha. There ya go Bannon, how’d that work out?

Just as I will always put my money on the red-blooded American male–of any color–that goes in spades for Marines. I once dated a USMC JAG Captain, who was a hooker on the Marine rugby team. Jeez, when waitresses would come to
take his order and he’d look up, they would always take a step back. He just
exuded menace. And he was just a non-combat Captain. Presumably Gen.
Kelly is infinitely more dangerous.

Thank you Gen. Kelly for liberating Mr. Bannon.

Here’s a new career choice I think Bannon would be good at. He should be
organizing bum fights beneath overpasses to scrounge up enough pocket
change to afford a bottle or two of Thunderbird.

The very thought that Bannon might be able to take on Kelly and win is
laughable. Gen. Kelly has done us all a favor by removing that painful
carbuncle Bannon from our collective ass. Yeay!

What would Jesus say?  Hoo Ah.

Media Once Again Its Own Worst Enemy


The media, in its frenzy to nail Trump to the wall, seems to be misrepresenting Attorney General Jeff Sessions’ possible involvement in Russian election meddling in 2016.  (And I am no Trump fan or hater.)  The media seems to be pushing the line that Sessions was, demonstrably, interacting with Russian official Sergey Kislyak regarding campaign issues.

But what is being referred to are supposed recordings of Kislyak telling his bosses that he’d had conversations with Trump about the campaign.  Yeah, why wouldn’t we all take Kislyak’s unsupported word for it?  Isn’t he a nice Russian spymaster (as opposed to, oh, say, Putin)?  Now in most of the media stories about this subject, way down near the end of the article it will say something about this information only being Kislyak’s unsupported assertions.

But lots of people don’t read to the end of an article, they just skim for general content.

This is exactly the kind of thing which makes people think all news is fake news.

What seems most disconcerting about the whole Russia election meddling issue is that the GOP appears to be no different from a commie fan club/cabal which, unfortunately in this case,  has managed to take over the USA’s government and is busily undermining the constitution and rule of law.

Why on earth would Trump, his supporters, or the GOP want to undermine an investigation into how extensive this Russian intrusion into our sovereign political process was during 2016?

Enquiring mind wants to know.

Mika Brzezinski is right about dictatorship vis à vis our country.


There is something profoundly unsettling about Trump’s continual “Oh
Come Let Us Adore Me” public events.  (Or, as Ms. Brzezinski puts it,
during his “dear leader” moments.)  The worst was when he introduced his
cabinet members one by one and each was compelled–whether explicitly by
Trump, or as a self-generated demonstration of their subservient status–to
do obeisance to Trump in the most uncomfortable way.  It was grotesque.

The Trump show’s possibilities are a dim echo of another great power’s
shift from republic to oligarchy to dictatorship.  That would be Rome.  Read
Tacitus, a somewhere-around-the-first-to-second-century AD (it is thought)
historian who chronicled that declension.  It’s all there.

Ms. Brzezinski seems absolutely correct in her analysis of what Trump, if
left to run wild, would/could and probably wants to, accomplish. Get rid of
those pesky rules. Regulations?  Anathema, get thee behind me!

Those rules he decries, which stipulate how the executive, legislative and
judicial branches of government are to interact and conduct business, are
archaic, says Mr., Trump.  That would be the checks and balances our
forefathers baked into the constitutional cake as a hedge against a power
hungry megalomaniac taking over as a dictator sometime downstream.  No
chance of that ever happening, right?

And now we have to endure those noted martial tacticians, Sarah Huckabee
Sanders, Melania Trump and Kellyanne Conway touting as somehow
praiseworthy the fact that Trump is easily baited and induced to respond to
someone else’s agenda.  While I’m sure these women have many fine qualities, they don’t know beans about the principles of successful conflict.  Neither they, or Trump, get it that a knee-jerk response to “fight fire with fire” or “fight back ten times harder” is strategically and tactically unwise and gives away the advantage conveyed by being the initiator of, not reactor to, any situation or issue.  Blindly responding to someone else’s ploys means someone else is pulling the strings.  Believe me ladies, that is not what ya want in a supposed leader.  A leader is supposed to make the other side dance to his tune.  Forever on the defensive is not a tactical road to success.

Whether it’s business, war, or civil society, if you don’t understand power
and have a plan for how you intend to use it–then don’t seek power.   Just
“fighting back” is not a strategy and simply emulating one’s opponents
leads to stalemate not success.

So, shut up ladies.  You’re clueless knuckledraggers or knuckledragger-enablers encouraging blindly “fighting back”.   Muhammad Ali frequently employed the tactic of getting an opponent to wear himself out reacting to Ali’s floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee.  He used different techniques but the aim was inexorable–to make his opponent do what he wanted him to do.  It was called “rope-a-dope”.

In the contested endeavor, the wise leader chooses her/his own time and
place to contest it, whatever “it” is.  They’re not supposed to let someone
else sucker them into an inopportune course/time/place of action because of
low impulse control.  Make your opponent do what you want, don’t respond
to what he wants you to do.

Duuuuh.

Whiny Trump Turning Out To Be Crybaby In Chief


Jeez, isn’t everyone getting tired of Trump’s constant whining and
complaining?  Far from being the strong and energetic leader we were promised, he’s turned out to be “Crybaby in Chief”. Wah, wah, wah “it’s not fair” is his less than stalwart battle cry. It’s so embarrassing to the country.

And at the recent summit, when all the other heads of state walked, sissy-boy Donald Trump had to be hauled around in a golf cart because he was too fat, lazy and out of shape to keep up with his more fit–and mostly elderly–world leader colleagues. Mortifying!  For us that is.

Mr. Trump, here’s a bit of wisdom Mom imparted to me when I tried
that same lame ploy (“It’s not fair!”) long before I even entered
kindergarten. “Life isn’t fair and the sooner you learn that the better off
you’ll be. Now go to your room until you can behave.”

Somebody, please, send Trump a binkie and a blankie to help him cope with
his monstrous inadequacy.

So far it appears that the only member of the Trump retinue/administration
who is actually ready for political prime time is Melania. And she looks
ready to bolt any day now.

Trump, Hillary, Time Warps and the Apocalypse


Since I’ve set my security settings all over the place to pretty much block
the world, I can’t answer comments about my blog posts. So I’ll respond to
one here.

Re: the blog about Shakespeare stealing a march on Nostradamus and the
Donald; that post should not be interpreted as supportive of Hillary. WRT
Hillary and the Donald, to continue with my shallow Shakespeare-themed
analysis–a pox on both their houses.

Aside from being an inveterate whiner (she’s always got an excuse) Hillary
seems to me to be demonstrably dishonest.  As far back as Whitewater her
public conduct was dishonest.  Remember how, during the Whitewater
investigation, her billing records from the Rose law firm were being sought?
I think there may even have been a subpoena issued for the records. But no,
she just couldn’t find them. Que lastima!

Until, that is, they were later found in plain sight in her Book Room in the White
House. Yeah, they magically reappeared. So amazing.  Obviously they
entered a time warp/vortex and were spun out again into the Book Room
after the danger to her was past.

She also has an indefensible record of taking credit for others’ work and/or
achievements. To my thinking the most heinous of these incidents was the
way she and her tawdry supporters took credit for passing what is now
known as the Children’s Health Insurance Program (CHIP, originally
SCHIP).  She had no official position with the government at the time.  It
was Orrin Hatch and Ted Kennedy who sponsored the bill and their staff members who wrote it.

But take a look at the Wikipedia entry for CHIP or any other article about
the origination of the program and you’ll find Hillary Clinton’s name.
Most, if not all, specifically mention Hillary Clinton supporting the bill,
some claim she got it passed.  Yeah, along with a gazillion other
supporters–none of whom claimed credit for the creation of the program. It’s
despicable!

And she ran a pathetically inadequate campaign for president in 2016. Her
grand vision was “it’s my turn” and “I don’t have a penis” (or more politely
put, a “Y” chromosome).

Trump has all these characteristics in spades, so there was no advantage to
either Hillary or the Donald there.  Well, except that he does have a penis–but given his massive insecurity about his masculinity (and tiny hands) ya gotta wonder just how big the presidential member actually is.

I remember when Trump refused to pay an elderly man who sold him chandeliers for Mar-a-Lago.  Other stories of his chiseling on debts abound. He calls it deal making, normal people call it many other things, none of which are laudatory.

But he supposedly had two things going for him in the election. He was
allegedly high energy, and a good businessman.

But if one looks at his lack of productivity, and what he actually does, both these
putative attributes remain unproven as far as I can tell.  He seems to spend a
huge part of what should be his White House workday watching TV and tweeting.  His travel all seems to be related to golfing, which promotes his own properties and enriches him.  This doesn’t seem much different in spirit, if not strict definitions, from some slacker teenager who spends all his/her time playing video games on the internet while sponging off mom and dad and living
in their basement.

Trump hasn’t accomplished a thing, unless you count getting a funding bill
passed, which would keep the federal government running until the end of
the fiscal year.  And even that was done by congress–and only to keep its own
salaries funded and their constituents off their sorry asses.

But now we are finding out that Trump seems more like a wholly owned
subsidiary of Vladimir Putin. That’s not funny or even dismissable as “oh
that’s just Trump”.  We used to joke about the right wing’s silly conspiracy
theories about the “commies” or “Ruskies”.   Now, with thugs like Russian
Foreign Minister Sergey Lavrov and Russian ambassador Sergey Kislyak
yukking it up and laughing at Trump’s buffoonery right in the Oval Office,
it doesn’t seem so funny, or implausible.

And Trump’s man-crush on Vladimir Putin is widely reported and his own
words typically praise the murderous former KGB head and vicious dictator.

Meanwhile, Trump thinks North Korean leader Kim Jung Un is a great guy,
a “smart cookie” and praises him while that fat asshole is busy trying to put together a nuclear bomb and an intercontinental missile capable of dropping it on our country.   That’s not so funny either.  Especially given Trump’s fragmented thinking and total lack of impulse control.  But, for the moment, Trump’s too busy tweeting and watching TV to attend to such trivialities.

Can you just see him getting pissed off that Kim’s getting more attention
than he is and then dropping a nuclear bomb on North Korea in a mega
version of “mine’s bigger than yours”?

Even worse, Trump appears to have dementia. His fragmented thinking,
inability to remember what he said only minutes, hours or days earlier, his
wild mood swings, his garbled linguistic output…all seem part of an array of
symptoms and behaviors indicative of dementia.  But no one dares to say so,
certainly not the tame pussies in the media.

Events subsequent to the election, including the outrageous firing of James
Comey to stymie a criminal investigation into Trump’s possible collusion
with the Russians, seems to bode ill for our country.  It won’t be Trump or
his family who’ll suffer, it’ll be our military, our citizens and our country.

Given Trump’s demonstrable history of trying to distract people, especially
the media, from his misdeeds, he doesn’t auger well for the benefit of “we the rabble”.  To what lengths might he go to distract everyone if that investigation closes in on him?  Well, does anyone think he’d balk at pushing the nuclear button to distract from his own misdeeds?

Where is that “button” he might push anyway?  One can only hope that Gen. Mattis has it stashed somewhere in his mobile library of thousands of books. (General, please don’t leave a trail of bread crumbs–we don’t want the Donald to find that button.)

No matter what happens, that slacker Trump will skate.  I think he’s passed
the stage of being a laughable buffoon.  Now he’s dangerous to every one of us.

My current choice for 2020? Angus King.

Trump’s Putin Phone Call–Best Phone Sex Ever?


It’s pretty clear Trump has some sort of man crush on Putin. (Was it the
topless pic on horseback where Putin flashed his man-boobs that started it
all?)  Trump’s like a giddy schoolgirl the way he keeps finding excuses to talk
about the object of his fascination.  Tough luck Michael Flynn, Putin’s goin’ to the prom with the Donald, not you.

So, anyway, when Trump finally got to talk to the Russian dictator what I wonder is–was it good for ya Donald?  (Please, no icky details, a simple yes or no will be sufficient.)  Was it like everything else is with you–the bestest, most wonderfulest, super duper ever?   Was it the best phone sex ever?

But, just to remind us all why Trump won, Hillary popped up again only a few days ago, beating that same old, “everybody’s pickin’ on me” drum she loves to pound.  She was still whining in that bandsaw voice.  Wah, wah, wah. It was misogyny, it was Comey, it was…fill in the blank.  Here’s a tip–most people don’t want excuses, they want results.  When you always need an excuse, there is no excuse.  You’re a loser plain and simple.

Here’s what it really was.  You and your ninny staff were true to that old stereotype about women being lame at math.  Y’all couldn’t do simple arithmetic.  Just as in 2008, you couldn’t add up the number of electoral college votes you needed and work to secure them.

Ya didn’t even go to Michigan!  You just expected that your compelling story–“it’s my turn and I don’t have a penis”–would automatically win the female vote.  Apparently Madeline Albright’s tone-deaf remark that there should be a special place in hell reserved for women who don’t help other women put the exclamation mark on your sexist expectations.  Thinking that Trump should be discriminated against because he does have a penis maybe wasn’t the best rationale on which to hang your power-hungry hopes.  Gender discrimination cuts both ways.

And you foolishly assumed black people would automatically vote for you because they supported Obama so overwhelmingly.  Did ya think they’d forget the racist stuff you & Bill slathered onto the national conversation in the 2008 election?  Here’s another tip–black women aren’t necessarily all that fond of white women.

Jeez, lady, because of your unprofessional staff, classified information showed up on serial dick-pic flasher Anthony Wiener’s computer.  No problem there, eh?  And he was supposedly flashing underage girls.  Yeah, because of you classified information wound up on the same unsecured computer used to distribute porn to children.  Do you see any potential security problems with that?  No rush, give it some thought while you’re channeling Gollum and muttering about how your “precious” was stolen from you because of that mean Mr. Comey and misogynistic men.

Sure, we appear to have wound up with a commie cabal that’s wired in at the White House.  But Trump’s just another disappointing old fart white guy being faithless with the electorate.  Nothing new there.  If it had been Hillary, the fallout when she failed–as she has so often, despite her clueless cheering squad–would have been “See what happens when ya let a woman have power”.  She would have poisoned the well for all women for years to come.  Hillary’s an out of touch loser who can’t take responsibility for her own behavior.

With Trump all we have to worry about is the commies who hate us and would love to harm our country.  And, of course, his mystifying and kinky masochistic crush on a vicious dictator who never stops trying to harm the U.S.

Of course I could be wrong–I am, after all, a post-modern dinosaur– but I still think it’s Putin’s man boobs that have the Donald all a-twitter with commie praise.

 

 

 

 

Will Trump’s Castrati–His Male Appointees–Get Their Balls Back When They Leave W/H?


So I’ve been wondering–will all the Trump administration’s neutered
males–Priebus, Mattis, Kelly, 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?)  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.

It’s gonna be a long four years.