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Monday, January 16, 2017

"I am Not a Number. I am a Free Man."

Reflections on an Unanticipated Retirement

"Be Seeing You"

“Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop” - Proverbs 16:27

“Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste” – Jagger/Richards
 


Well, according to popular and accepted lore, I fear I now find myself in league with Lucifer as, thanks to my former employers recent Christmas-time restructuring resulting in the compensated separation of certain personnel from their occupations, (a long-imagined, fantasy fulfillment for yours truly) I am now as idle as a Donald Trump hair follicle (as idle as a Donald Trump brain cell, as idle as Donald Trump’s conscience, common sense or empathy.)

To be as clear as millions of unconsumed cases of Crystal Pepsi, as was pointed out by my HR Rep numerous times with impressive vim and vigor, I was not laid-off.  Rather, thanks to my stealthily advancing years, I was offered a voluntary “early-retirement,” and, to be fair, with both a generous buy-out and subsidized insurance coverage.  And so, sans bitterness or bile, and brimming with constructive recollections, I leave behind decades in television promotion to journey forth (or to loaf supine on the settee) in search of an altered identity and lifestyle. For over 30 years I was a television promo producer, what am I now?

Random Early Retirement Observation #1 – A number of classic rock songs no longer hold any relevance to me – Takin’ Care of Business,  Working for the Weekend,  Five O’clock World and, of course, She Works Hard for the Money.

Questions immediately arise, both major and minor – What if the ACA is repealed and the exchanges are gone when my current coverage expires?  How will the presence of a raving lunatic in Washington affect the financial markets, and our 401Ks? What time do I go to sleep?  What time do I rise? What do I do once I’m awake? How soon will my sanity sally in light of this increased isolation and skulking hermitage? Should I choke on one of my larger supplement tablets as, judging by past experiences, appears all but inevitable, will my cat be more mournful or peckish?

I have anticipated, dreamt of and prayed to my pagan deities, since almost first employed, for an atypically short run as a corporate cog; and once having achieved that, expected almost an incessant sense of euphoria – now, and seemingly forever, a free man whose time and life is completely his own. No strings and no connections, few duties or obligations - Number 6 having successfully escaped from the Village. “I am not a number. I am a free man.” But, to be working on a Friday and then emancipated  the following Monday after almost 40 years of organized routine,  how does one suddenly adjust to a completely unstructured life, now faced with 24 hours and 7 days potentially identical but for television schedule?  While, “everybody's working for the weekend,” I have no weekend. Even in this month and change since the shredding of my company identification, the identity of the day of the week is mostly an unsure estimation for me.

The Greatest City in the World In Which to Retire
An initial, and exceedingly surprising, reaction in this new Boca Raton, sandals and socks, early bird special, Matlock reality, has been my inability to simply relax and enjoy the new freedom and independence.  Still perceiving some need to be ever industrious, a desire rarely experienced before, I tally daily and weekly “things to do” lists, hustling about my Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood and feeling a failure should any of the scribbled goals remain unfulfilled.  And perhaps, the most jarring adjustment of them all is having much less need and opportunity to don the dressier attire. Once a man famed around the office for his sartorial sense, with an extensive and expensive wardrobe culled from the finest clothiers and haberdashers on both sides of the Atlantic (I hold a particular fondness for British tailoring) now but a fashion flop in long-forgotten, but recently excavated, t-shirts, sweaters and Old Navy pants. Yes, that’s right, Old Navy, and without commercial remuneration for sporting their economical, egalitarian mommy jeans!

Random Early Retirement Observation #2 – When the man on the 2:17am radio PSA asks, “Is marijuana use affecting your job or relationship?” I don’t suppose the proper healthy response is, “What job? What relationship?”

The intent is not to convey complaint, merely confusion.  I have neither regret nor nostalgic yearning to toil again at my desk. I am, by nature, and thus it has always been, a lazy, languid and indolent sort, ever striving to attain the most from the least amount of effort, and I remain more than happy to no longer be an active participant in the “Five O’clock World.”

Despite the uncertainty articulated, like Dusty Springfield before me, I’m  wishin’ and hopin’ and plannin’ and dreamin’ with actual aspirations in mind - which, besides increased international travel, are all creative, for that is where true satisfaction, fulfillment and happiness can often be found. A partial, still in progress list - continue and expand the reach of this blog, finish the jukebox musical I started penning many a moon ago, pull the guitar out of the back of the closet, shake off the playing rust, and write songs. Do I have the discipline to pursue such things when a comfy couch, cable, Roku and a home audio system exist, and more importantly, do I have the talent? The latter, I maintain grave misgivings and doubt about, but I certainly have the time to try. So, at 57 going on 58, with little income ahead, I attempt a change in life, fortune and fame. And, just the thought leads to a yearning for the comfort and security of the Lazy Boy, the various remotes and an open bottle of sauvignon blanc. And day turns into night and Judge Mathis turns into another Judge Mathis.

“Up ev'ry morning just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob,
Sounds of the city pounding in my brain
While another day goes down the drain.
But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows,
No one owns a piece of my time.
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes,
Thinking that the world looks fine

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Sunday, January 8, 2017

Putin on The Ritz 2: The Season for Treason

Republican’s Unabashed, Unrequited Love for a Tyrannical Enemy of Freedom

“I love him, I love him, I love him,
And where he goes,
I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow.
He'll always be my true love, my true love, my true love 
From now until forever, forever, forever” 



                            
 “(Putin) is a strong leader… He’s making mincemeat out of our President” – Donald Trump

Donald Trump is pure vulgar, traitorous scum – and that’s about the best that can be said of him. For this go round, we will forgo commentary on his publicly professed incestuous desires, the witnessed and testified to child rapes, the admitted serial sexual assaults and the hundreds of illegal business practices /lawsuits, and instead focus on his passionate and unfulfilled crush on Russian President, Vladimir Putin. Now, while Putin does not directly return the amorous ardor that he receives from the President Erect, he does string him along and tease him enough with shirtless, lustful visions of the possibilities ahead that Putin has complete control of Donald’s minute and pliable intellect, and come January 20th, will be the practical and acting leader of the United States of America.

But, sadly and unfortunately, the Fuhrer of 5th Avenue is far from being alone in his articulated admiration, appreciation and veneration for the tyrannical, murdering Muscovite. The rewritten and updated dissertation to follow was originally posted almost 3 years ago, long before some 62 million racists and misogynists cast their ballots for Russian rule and to make America white again. Prominent and powerful Republicans had already fallen head over heels with the cruel autocrat, and many declared their deep disappointment in the fact that Obama, and not Putin, was our country’s Commander in Chief.  With the recent revelations of definitive Russian involvement in our now illegitimate election, this golden oldie remains steadfastly relevant, so I share it with you once again.


Revised from March, 2014 -
                                                                                           
Ah, our beloved Republicans – so often the staunchest of patriots by self-declaration, while behaving virulently unpatriotic in practice. The current and relevant case in point - the titillating tingle, the erotic exhilaration, the feverish fervor, the enchanted evening experienced whenever seeing shirtless, boy-toy Vladimir Putin across a crowded room.  But besides the given, the understood and the obvious that they favor any and every animal, vegetable or mineral to B.H. Obama, what’s to explain this unusual and unexpected, particular affinity between the Communist former KGB agent and America’s Far Right?   Perhaps it’s a new sort of love/hate relationship. Conservatives love Putin because they hate the same things - homosexuals, equality, self-expression, self-determination, truth, justice and the American way. It’s a veritable fraternity of abhorrence for these brethren in oppression.

Sure, Righties yak vociferously about freedom and liberty, but their actual actions yell louder than a Sam Kinison/Bobcat Goldthwait comedy throw-down as, red state by even redder state, they attempt to suppress voter rights, quash marriage equality and battle against any societal parity for women, be it in the home, the workplace or the doctor’s office.

Putin has become our Radical Right’s archetypical leader because he can put into practice the policies of intolerance and exclusion that they can only dream of, fantasize about and, no doubt in some cases, even pleasure themselves to. He treads the same political and ideology path as Tea-publicans only with the bonafide power to turn their reactionary hopes, wishes and reveries into repulsive reality. Putin’s social conservatism, religious zealotry in support of a state religion, militarism, homophobia;  his belief in his right to invade sovereign nations, to harm and imprison those with whom he disagrees, to feign democracy while rigging elections for oligarchical outcome, make him a CPAC dreamboat.


 “Words of Love, Soft and Tender Won’t Win a Girl’s Heart Anymore”- Their Passion for Putin

"I looked the man in the eye. I found him to be very straightforward and trustworthy... I was able to get a sense of his soul." - George W. Bush

“Putin is right on these issues... he has taken a stand to protect his nation’s children from the damaging effects of any gay and lesbian agenda... America’s own morality has fallen so far that on this issue — Russia’s standard is higher than our own." - Franklin Graham

“Putin decides what he wants to do and does it in half a day. He makes a decision and executes it quickly and everybody reacts. That’s what you call a real leader.” – Rudolph Giuliani

“(He’s) the defender of the Christian civilization… the lion of Christianity, the defender of Christian values, the president that’s calling his nation back to embracing its identity as a nation founded on Christian values” - Bryan Fischer, American Family Association

"Vladimir Putin has looked like a statesman" - Pat Buchanan
"He's a statesman, he's a partner in peace and he's in a position where he can lecture the United States of America."- Charles Krauthammer, Syndicated Columnist
"If this were a tennis match it would be the umpire shouting advantage Putin."-  Sen. Rand Paul
"Look at Putin -- what he's doing with Russia -- I mean, you know, what's going on over there. I mean this guy has done -- whether you like him or don't like him -- he's doing a great job in rebuilding the image of Russia and also rebuilding Russia period.” – Donald Trump

"I think he's done really a great job of outsmarting our country.” – Donald Trump

"I think I'd get along very well with Vladimir Putin. I just think so.” – Donald Trump

"He's running his country and at least he's a leader, unlike what we have in this country.  I think our country does plenty of killing also." – Donald Trump

"I don't think he has any respect for Clinton. I think he respects me. I think it would be great to get along with him.” – Donald Trump

I always knew he was very smart!” – Donald Trump



 How Do They Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways - Putin’s Resume
"Millions around the world increasingly see America not as a model of democracy but as relying solely on brute force, cobbling coalitions together under the slogan, 'You're either with us or against us.'" - Vladimir Putin
Before the GOP files the legal documentation for the official nomenclature change to Good Old Putin, some lowlights from the matinee idol who sets Trumpsters hearts aflutter and launches libidos into overdrive -

Anyone with a remote control is aware of Russia’s annexation of Crimea and its installation of soldiers on the Ukraine border (Obama’s fault, of course) but a U.S. State Department study reveals the wide-ranging extent of Putin’s human right’s violations. He has suppressed dissent, persecuted LGBT citizens, ignored the rule of law and allowed killing and torture by police -

“… allegations of torture and excessive force by law enforcement officials, life-threatening prison conditions, interference in the judiciary and the right to a fair trial, restrictions on freedom of speech and press, restrictions on free assembly and association, restrictions on religious freedom of some religious minorities, electoral irregularities, widespread corruption, societal and official intimidation of civil society and labor activists, violence against women and limits on the rights of women in certain regions, trafficking in persons, and limitations on workers’ rights… Reports from human rights groups and former police officers indicated that police most often used electric shocks, suffocation, and stretching or applying pressure to joints and ligaments, as those methods are less prone to leave visible marks.”

Then, of course, a particular favorite of America’s holier than thou population is Putin’s “Don’t Say Gay” bill, which makes it unlawful to inform children of the existence of homosexuality or to equate homosexuality with heterosexuality in any way. Violators face fines, jail time, and immediate deportation (the latter being much more of a reward than a punishment.)  Resulting violence against members of the LGBT community has skyrocketed as police not only provide no protection but actively participate in the brutality (actions many U.S. Bible-thumpers label, “defending our religious liberties.”)


Treason: a violation of allegiance to one’s state

From the day of Barack Obama’s inauguration, continuing through Russia’s installation of Donald Trump as their puppet ruler, Republicans have demonstrated, time and again, their disloyalty to America and to its foundation and principles. And their voracious, vocal and vehement exaltation for Russian President Vladimir Putin is merely a continuation and most contemporary communication of that outlook. 

Ironically and irrationally, while GOP supporters spent 8 years painting our president a Communist, their pulses race wildly for a genuine, card-carrying member of the Stalinist flock, preferring a ruthless, dictatorial, Bolshevik foreign leader to an American, democratically-elected President whose ascension and whose biography is the living embodiment of the American Dream. The Right Wing’s problem with pigmentation perception is tragically sad, and pragmatically perilous for, when all is said and done, no matter the harrowing consequences, in the cocktail lounge of global politics a Conservative will always chose a White Russian over a Black and Tan.

We conclude as Little Peggy March performs the GOP anthem, “I Will Follow Him.”

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Thursday, December 22, 2016

All I Want for Christmas is Hil







A 2016 Christmas Carol






Yuletide felicitation friends – soon, so mercifully soon, this most heinous of years, 2016, will reach its, so very much deserved, demise. Unfortunately, for us all, its passing has been a long, drawn out, excruciatingly painful one - lowlighted, of course, by the popular vote loss that is escorting a career criminal, admitted sexual predator, and treasonous Russian puppet into the office of the most powerful man in the world. But, at least he didn’t have a private email server.  Merry Christmas.

Yet, it is still Christmas, the season of miracles, that time of year when a post office employee’s shameful slothfulness can lead to Kris Kringle’s release from a sanitarium, and a time when a chanteuse, in a shorty Santa suit, like the pointsettia, experiences an annual revival. And so, with na├»ve and aspirational hopes and the spirit of the holiday, and with her entirely unknowing and unwitting assistance; I brazenly, heretically and, no doubt, illegally, rework Mariah Carey’s modern Christmas classic (scroll below for the genuine article) as a desperate and sincere entreaty for Jolly Old St. Nick to deliver below our tannenbaums she who defeated Donald Trump by 3 million votes.



All I Want for Christmas is Hil

I don’t want a lot for Christmas
But I have an urgent plea
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want her for our own
Before the country’s future’s blown
One wish to fulfill
All I want for Christmas is Hil

There’s just one gift I want for Christmas
A savvy woman we all need
So, skip the shirts you know I won’t wear
Those Chinese Trump clothes colors bleed
I don’t need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won’t make me happy
If I still see that orange face
I just want her for our own
No vulgar Mussolini clone
Who’s so filled with ill-will
All I want for Christmas is Hil
Hil baby

I don’t want a thug for Christmas
Half KKK, half killer shark
Who lusts for female family members
And bends to Russian oligarchs
No Cratchits chowing on prize goose
No, I don’t even wish for snow
I’ll stay awake and cross my fingers
For her beneath my mistletoe
I’ll give up on a Silent Night
If Rodham holds us safe and tight
I’ll hold my breath until
What I get for Christmas is Hil
Ooh baby

The alt-whites are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children’s
Crying fills the air
And everyone is clinging
To hopes that you’ll be bringing
Santa won’t you bring me the one I really need
Won’t you please bring my baby to me…

I still don’t want a lot for Christmas
This is all I’m asking for
Don’t want to see an insane leader
Inside the Oval Office door
Oh, I just want her for my own
So many voters must atone
Can’t let Trump pass a bill
Baby all I want for Christmas is Hil




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Saturday, December 3, 2016

We Will Survive – A House Re-Divided


“At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
Without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights
Thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along”


Many decades ago, while still a lad residing in the suburban home of my wonder years, I recall a memorable moment from a beauty pageant the family was watching. In response to a political query from the host (Bobby Sherman? David Soul? Gary Collins?) Miss (we’ll call her Miss Calculation, as I’m blank on the actual state she represented) attempted to repeat the well-known Abraham Lincoln quotation alluded to in the title. She correctly articulated, “a house divided,” but then paused nervously, for a far too extended period of time, before concluding with, “is no good.” Since that day, I have been unable to think of our heralded 16th Commander in Chief, without also reflecting upon Miss Calculation. And so, to her, I dedicate today’s dissertation.



“The law’s totally on my side, meaning, the President can’t have a conflict of interest.” - Donald Trump

The President-Elect (just the unbelievable, unimaginable thought causes one to regurgitate, ever so slightly, in one’s mouth) has been crystal clear in communicating his intention to be but a part-time President (and with the exception of an immediate resignation, perhaps this is the most beneficial outcome we can hope for.) Melania and Barron will remain in New York, while Donald will equally apportion his occupancy between the White House and his gold-plated brothel on 5th avenue, that white-trash Versailles, Trump Tower. For as brief a period as it may last, the primary purpose of the Trump presidency will be to use the power and influence of the office to fiscally benefit his many business interests. Any and all Presidential decisions will be based solely upon this principle of personal financial gain. The severe conflict of interest implied and involved is thoroughly unlawful, but Trump has been breaking laws since he was so young that his hair still respected the laws of gravity, with nary a punishment but an easily affordable court settlement. The wealthy in the United States rarely feel the wrath or condemnation of the justice system that they, very often, appear to have part ownership of. The vast majority of duties and responsibilities of the POTUS will be left in the Paleolithic, homophobic hands of Mike Pence.



The Trump/Pence electoral victory is pathetic proof that despite whatever superficial leaps in progress we continually make as a nation and society, too many Americans still cling happily and proudly to a shameful past that included, among other atrocities, the massacre of one people, and the enslavement of another – that period in our history referred to when Trump and his supporters senselessly and robotically recite, “make America great again.” They can keep on claiming decency, loudly proclaiming that they are neither racists nor misogynists, but their vote will forever and always belie that declaration. And, as an exceedingly pale Caucasian, whose skin couldn’t bronze beneath the cancerous glow of a hundred tanning beds or the multiple suns of far distant galaxies, I hesitate, not a fraction of a second, to pronounce the truth that this intolerant sensibility, presently expanding in reach, significance and authority, is completely the fault of us whities. We’ve accomplished much good, yet, simultaneously, have caused and will continue to cause unyielding irreparable damage to people of other hues whom we refuse to accept as fellow and equal human beings. In an offensive nutshell, we white people kind of suck.

“Go on now go, walk out the door
Just turn around now
Cause you're not welcome anymore”

This pilfered triumph of Trump’s, at this writing Secretary Clinton holds more than a 2.5 million vote lead over the Orange Avenger (hero to the elite and the entitled, fighting a never-ending battle for untruth, injustice and the un-American way) provides solid and sad evidence that tens, if not hundreds of millions, of our fellow Americans (although, their values show them as Americans in name and accident of birth only) ally with the Ku Klux Klan, neo-Nazis and White Supremacists, one of whom is now the Bigot in Chief’s Gal Friday in the White House. Every woman, every African-American, every Muslim, every Latino, every member of the LGBTQ community, every immigrant, was told on Election Day, in no uncertain terms, that their lives don’t matter and that they are not genuine Americans.

 

But our country’s hazardous and treacherous blundering at the ballot box reaches beyond our, soon to be walled-in, borders. Among the other many unfortunate facts we must face is how the unwise and acrimonious actions of our cruel citizenry dangerously affects and distresses the rest of the planet. The Earth’s other inhabitants are blameless in this darkly comic and cruel tragedy. Everyone other than the 60 or so million who supported treason and treachery are innocent victims of the infinite ignorance and animosity of the Trump voter. We will be reviled throughout the world, and it is a reaction that is both logical and justified.  May the international community forgive us for what we did on November 8th.  



“Oh no, not I, I will survive
Oh, as long as I know how to love
I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life to live
And I've got so much love to give
And I'll survive, yes I'll survive
Yeah, I'll survive”

Yet, despite this recent, unexpected and unfathomable, conquest of nationalism, racism, sexism and every other repulsive “ism” you can possibly ponder; despite the takeover of our nation by people who hate America, who don’t understand or know our history and values, and don’t truly believe in this great experiment in Democracy - there is hope for our future. The earnest and rapid reaction and response among our young people to the extremely perilous situation our country now finds itself in, and their sincere apprehension and concern, not of just a bad future for our homeland, but of the prospect of no actual future at all, points to brighter days ahead; that is, of course, if we can somehow survive the darkness in which we currently wander. Even with all the violence and all the hate crimes that have been encouraged by Trump and perpetrated by his Walking Dead followers, we can hold out hope for better times. Trump’s voters are the past. Trump voters are old folks like me, and the brutal fact is that ours is a generation that is dying out, desperately holding on, with every remaining bilious breath, to a false mythology of an America that peaked in the 1860’s South. 


The oath of office, this coming January, will be sworn by an unworthy man, much more Jefferson Davis than Thomas Jefferson. But through the anger, puzzlement and tears, look beyond the smoke from the burned crosses of this small-minded group, look into the streets of the cities and the suburbs and see the millennials marching. Admire and applaud the high school students staging walk-outs, and actively defending their minority classmates who have come under physical attack in the name of “Trump’s America.” Appreciate the individuals of all ages sporting safety pins on their apparel as a sign of support and comfort and safety for those that Trump has targeted. We will endure, we will eventually win and Trump, his beliefs and his followers, equally tattered souls, in mindless and hate-filled alignment with the foul filth he spews, will soon enough be an ugly memory of a deeply black mark in American history.

For now, there are two Americas, as surely as there was during the Civil War. And while this new Confederacy may temporarily hold sway, the South will not be rising again. For just like those combatants in grey, the Trump army is not America.  America is marching in the streets.

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Thursday, November 10, 2016

A Nation Sells it Soul – Survival in a Post-Trump America


“And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right
We've lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the road
We're traveling on
I wonder what went wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what went wrong” – Paul Simon

“95 North is bumper to bumper. Route 1 is closed from I-76 to Route 30 as we experience extremely heavy volume all along the funeral route for the sudden and tragic passing of the United States of America.” – 11/09/16 U.S. Radio Traffic Report

As with the majority of citizens who inhabit the populous landmass south of Canada and north of Mexico, the one-time great republic, formerly known as the United States of America - I’m angry, I’m sorrowful; I’m in shock, disbelief, depression and deep despair.  And, I ask you, wise readers, how does one learn to live with these legitimate and sincere feelings for the four years, the 1461 days, we have ahead of us with the Right’s favorite fuhrer leading his ignorant, angry and violent army of anti-American misogynists, bigots, Russian oligarchs, KKK and neo-Nazis in the rapid destruction of the greatest experiment in democracy the world has ever known?

I had sincerely hoped that with the prior posting of November 3rd, sanity, intelligence and patriotism would have prevailed and there would be no further need to address the odious subject of Donald J. Trump. Clearly, as did most people whose anatomy still contains both a functioning brain and heart, I far underestimated the level of idiocy, prejudice, and pure unadulterated hatred that once lay dormant and has now leapt to the fore, and into the loving and welcoming embrace of the Republican party and their malignant membership - a colossal collection of clueless rebels without causes, engaging in a gigantic, unjustified, whiny, self-indulgent, self-important and narcissistic White Rage hissy fit, irate and outraged because people of color, Latinos, women, the LGBT community and other minorities dare believe they are entitled to the same Constitutional and equal rights as these good ol’ boys and hillbillies.

“And I dreamed I was dying
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying”



Should We Stay or Should We Go Now?

Let’s face the forlorn facts, our fellow former Americans have screwed us, as surely as if they are Trump and we are a 13 year old girl (or for that matter, an extremely close relative, whose identity will be only revealed upon her father’s demise – ah heck, I just gave that away, didn’t I?) Toronto is tempting and Fiji is fine this time of year, but we stay.  While we may have never before been this rightfully ashamed of the red, white and blue, nor ever this disgusted with those who voted to legalize and legitimize racism and sexism, we stay. Although we should not accept the results of this election or the ascendancy of Trump to the Oval Office, as acceptance inches too close in attitude to approval, we stay.  We stay, because we are in the right. We stay because we are the descendants of our Founders. We stay because we must fight - fight against the revolting and repugnant rising tide of hatred, division, discrimination, xenophobia and anti-intellectualism. And we fight with our words and our deeds, our voices and our votes. With determination, patience and genuine patriotism, there may be a path to lead us back to the real America.

When Trump, that most petty, most loathsome little man, and his legion of obdurate and brutish philistines are indecent, we must display decency. When they are intolerant, we will be tolerant. When they renounce and reject, we will accept and welcome. When they are hateful, we will be loving.



Americans. Patriotic Americans. Those of us who still believe in freedom and equality, are now immersed in the battle of our lifetimes, the battle to save and preserve our Republic against the enemy from within, and the most perilous and treacherous domestic danger our country has confronted since the War Between the States. We have to stand united to defend the values we treasure. Together, we will persevere, and perhaps even prosper, when we succeed and eventually and inevitably put this extremely dark period in our history behind us. There is no choice.  We have to hold on to the hope that when all is said and done, the power of tolerance, acceptance, love and Americanism will ultimately endure.

“We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hour
And sing an American tune
But it's all right, it's all right
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest”

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Thursday, November 3, 2016

“Trump Hades” Breaks Ground for 2017 Opening





Satan Renovates Hell in Preparation for Trump Presidency






“I heard that he said something about groping women, and I’m thinking, okay, number one, I think that’d be great. I like getting groped! I’m heterosexual. I’m a woman… Groping is a healthy thing to do. When you’re a heterosexual, you grope, okay? It’s a good thing. Try it.” – Jane Biddick (Trump follower)

Great news for Trump supporters, we here at “… and several butcher’s aprons” have received information from some very credible inside sources, further confirmed by my natural connections to the Netherworld as an avowed Atheist that, because of anticipated increased demand, Beelzebub himself, the being Donald hung posters of in his boyhood bedroom right next to his cheesecake photos of Hitler and autographs of John Birch, is adding a new wing to Hell, currently under construction (it's yuuuge, believe me) exclusively to accommodate Trump and the ever-growing, mindless and malicious millions who defend this admitted sexual assaulter and soon to be tried child rapist, and who viciously attack the innocent women that Trump has already viciously attacked. So, congrats, make believe moral high-grounders and counterfeit Christians - eternity with your hero is in your grasp! Pack light and keep the furs, parkas and muffs of all kind behind.

While maintaining serious doubts that those who rally behind this tiny-handed totalitarian and minutely-endowed dictator would either seek out this blog or even possess sufficient skill in reading proficiency to comprehend its contents, the chance remains that a Trumpeter or two could unwittingly happen upon this page while searching for more Trump-appropriate hater-fare as KKKids Say the Darndest Things, Black Lives Don’t Matter, Rape Aficionado, Incest Illustrated, Popular Lynchings, Make America Hate Again, P**sy Grabber Fancier, Statutory Liberty or Putin Pin-ups. And any atom of enlightenment they may somehow assimilate, even accidentally, would increase their current catalog of knowledge by infinite proportions.



November 9th – A Trump Voter’s Dream

On the day after Election Day, the Trump voter awakens to a White House (strongly stressing “white”) occupied by Donald Trump and now gaudily gilded in gold, with Trump’s name plastered in large letters all about the exterior.  “Their” nation is now totally devoid of African-Americans, Latinos, Gays, Muslims, Jews and Atheists. The entire perimeter of the country is walled in and all immigration has been halted. Women are now restricted to the kitchen and the bedroom, never to stray elsewhere, and must submit to every whim of their husbands, or risk facing physically violent wrath, as now legally permitted by Trump decree. Every man woman, child and domesticated animal open carries armaments, preferably automatic assault weapons, and should any of the banned and previously mentioned undesirables dare return with the mistaken belief that America is still the land of freedom and equality, the remaining “real Americans” are legally free and prepared to use said weapons in defense of the fascism they so willfully, lovingly and ignorantly embraced.



“Maybe you have to be a 70 year old, white male from the South to know what ‘Make America Great Again’ means. I know what it really means.” – Bill Clinton

No evidence, no accusations, no admissions, no confessions of his multitudinal misdeeds and immoralities, his mounting tally of misdemeanors and felonies, whether caught on tape or witnessed live, will shake the unwavering worship of the great unwashed and grievously unlearned. Presented with a video of their oppressive oligarch repeatedly assaulting Mother Theresa, their response would be to call her the “C” word and accuse her of asking for it.

This pathetic, continued championing from Trump proponents and apologists is clear demonstration that idolatry has transformed to deification.  If you consider yourself a Christian, while you “should have no other gods before me” yet endorse this hate-filled, sub-human, worthless parasite who embodies everything that makes humanity weak, wicked and cowardly, it may be time to turn in your crucifix and start sleeping in late on Sundays.


A Final Beseechment Before Your Vote is Cast

Donald Trump was never a serious candidate. He's never been a serious man. This 18 month international nightmare has been naught but an extreme exercise in massive self-absorption and an expansion of the boundaries of reality television.  A vote for Trump is a vote to end this noble experiment in Democracy that is (was?) the United States of America.  A vote for Trump is a vote to crash the world's economy and to bid your saving's accounts, 401Ks and investments a fond farewell. A vote for Trump is a vote to destroy your children's future. And you, who so foolishly do this, do so only to fulfill the narcissistic delusions of grandeur of a serial sexual criminal and deranged sociopath. Once done, and this demonic die has been cast, your deadly decision is unalterable, and as a country we can but beg forgiveness from the rest of the world for the inexcusable evil we have done to them.

“Well I know that I'm damned if I never get out,
And maybe I'm damned if I do,
But with every other beat I've got left in my heart,
You know I want to be damned with you.” - Meatloaf

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