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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.”

 

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Goat Blood Drinking, Pagan, Ex-attorney, Current Fla. GOP Senate Candidate Penned Manifesto, “The Charlottesville Statement”


When you’re a real Floridian–not someone who came here from someplace else–and see something like the Charlottesville riots, you naturally think, “OK, where’s the Florida connection?”.  Because you just know that’s the kind of insanity that draws faux Floridians like a magnet.

I think because of our climate, every whackjob who would normally wind
up living under a bridge or overpass, comes to Florida.  Because in Florida
people who live under bridges and overpasses don’t have to worry about
freezing to death.  That’s why we get all these goofballs who’ve made our
state’s reputation a punchline.

Of course it wasn’t long before we learned what the Florida link was.  And
it is oh-so-quintessentially Florida.

We discover from newspaper articles that, according to famed racist Richard
Spencer, it is none other than a goat blood drinking pagan Orlando former attorney, and current Florida GOP Senate candidate who penned the first draft of the altRightk nazis’ and KKK’s road map for mayhem, the manifesto “The Charlottesville Statement”.   His name is Augustus Invictus.  Well, his real name is actually something Gillespie but, apparently that wasn’t dramatic enough for a goat blood drinking pagan with political aspirations.

A snappy headline and lead paragraph from the Orlando Sentinel captures the
schadenfreud.

“Goat blood-drinking Charlottesville speaker from Orlando announces GOP
run for Senate”
http://www.orlandosentinel.com/news/politics/political-pulse/os-invictus-se
nate-candidacy-20170821-story.html

…Augustus Invictus, the former Orlando attorney listed as a
speaker at the Aug. 12 white nationalist rally in Charlottesville,
Va., has announced he is running again for U.S. Senate in
Florida, this time as a Republican. …

Yes, this is his second run for a senate nomination.  That Orlando Sentinel article has a link to another intriguing item in the Tampa Bay Times.

“White nationalists find hero in Augustus Invictus, killer of goats”
http://www.tampabay.com/blogs/the-buzz-florida-politics/white-nationalists-find-hero-in-augustus-invictus-killer-of-goats/2333617

The aforementioned goat blood drinking GOP candidate/Charlottesville
speaker ran against Marco Rubio in 2016 and only garnered 1063 votes. But he lost by only about 50 votes in the Libertarian Party primary that time. (Yes there are, in fact, more than 1,000 voters who cast ballots for a goat blood drinking pagan in my poor, poor pitiful home state.)

I think his new party, the GOP, is a much better fit.

The Miami Herald weighed in on Mr. Invictus as well.
“Goat-blood-drinking ex-Florida senate candidate headlined Charlottesville
rally”
http://www.miamiherald.com/news/local/article167083427.html#storylink=l
atest_side

Does the altRight know who this guy is?  Uhhh, aren’t most of them
Christians?  (Yeah, we all know what a violent hate-monger Jesus was, right?  No, that would be altRight.)

Why is it none of this surprising?  Appalling, yes, surprising, no.

And, of course, like most of the undesirables taking up space here in
Florida, the goat blood drinking GOP candidate is not from Florida.  He’s
from Ohio, a state in which the KKK has deep roots.

Ohio, would you please send someone to fetch your native son back home?
Please.

Confederate Statues Solution


One word. Pigeons.

Put all the statues outside in publicly owned spaces, with tall fences around them and “no trespassing” signs to prevent vandalism.  Don’t maintain them, don’t burnish them.

Then let the pigeons make their political statement about these glorious “leaders”.

 

 

Steve Bannon’s Channeling Barney Fife of Mayberry


Every time I see Steve Bannon’s image on TV I get this inner vision of Barney
Fife, clumsily getting his bullet out of his pocket and fumbling with his gun.

Instead of manliness, Bannon’s twitchy ranting channels Barney Fife from Mayberry.  For those who’ve never seen seen the TV series or its reruns, Deputy Sheriff Barney was so jumpy and nervously inept he was always discharging his firearm accidentally.  So the sheriff only allowed him to have one bullet, and Barney had to keep it in his shirt pocket as a matter of public safety.  Barney’s amusing swaggering and faux macho posturing, especially in innocuous situations which entailed no threat whatsoever, fit classic Bannon psychodrama.

Obviously Steve Bannon’s a legend in his own mind. His sour grapes rant
after being fired was hilarious.  Honestly, did he really say “I’ve got my
hands are on my old weapons”? Surely he didn’t say that the Trump
presidency is over just because he got fired. Did he?  Tell me no.

What about “I will crush the opposition.”  Who is the opposition, anyway?
The American people who don’t want to be nazis or KKK members?
WTF?

How did the people who hail Bannon as a “populist hero” (oh, brother) miss the part where Bannon said they were a “bunch of clowns”?     That means his peeps are de facto not exactly alpha male material.  (People who would bow and scrape to a grubby guy who calls them clowns seem more like a bunch of self loathing masochists.)

Barney never realized that he was a joke and I suspect Bannon doesn’t
either.  He probably isn’t getting it that he’s just a fat, grumpy old white guy whose sole claim to fame is that he’s the wealthy Mercer family’s bought-and-paid-for media whore/butt boy. (To borrow a phrase from Don Imus.)

Yep, ol’ Barney, uh, I mean Bannon, is gonna take the macho machine he
built, rev it up and take it on the road.  Uh huh.  Snicker, snicker.

Wake up girlie man. You’re just a narrow-minded old gossip who, like most gossips, deliberately appeals to folks’ worst instincts.  That’s not genius, and it’s not strategy either.  Sliming people and saying mean things is not strategy.  It’s tactics–and not good ones either.

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.

Does Trump Have Oneirataxia?


I may have the answer–to what’s wrong with Donald Trump, that is.

Maybe he has oneirataxia – the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.  (This, by the way, seems to be a common affliction among real estate
developers. When they talk about developing a real estate project, they think it’s
already a fait accompli.)

I came across the term while looking for a way to convey my persistent
longing for Wales. Ever since visiting there in 2014 I think about it
constantly, daily.  (It turned out the term I was looking for is “fernweh” i.e.
an ache for distant places.)

However, having so fortuitously come across a word for explaining Trump’s
seemingly delusional ravings of late, it’s only right to share it. It seems
somehow, more presidential than just saying he’s crazy as a bedbug, or
nutty as a fruitcake.  It seems less dauntingly dangerous for our national security interests than “dementia”.

Somehow, if I look at it that way it’s even not so disgusting to watch him waddling to and fro like a beached walrus, with his pathetic long red tie pointing at his crotch virtually shouting “look at my dick, look at my dick”.  Of course, I’m just a post modern dinosaur so nobody’s asking my opinion.

Still better than Hillary though.  God only knows what mental dysfunctions that one’s got hidden up her sleeve.  Or psyche.

Yep, oneirataxia – inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.  If
that’s not our pres. I don’t know what is.

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.