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Thursday, May 16, 2019

Notes from a Vacation Abroad - A Country Wallows in an Age of Ignorance


"I deeply want to believe that all human beings are a blend of their best and their worst... I can't find any best in Trump. He is simply evil - a dark, deluded, raging product of a childhood from which he cannot recover nor be redeemed." - Tony Schwartz (Ghost Writer, “Trump: The Art of the Deal”)

"You know, it really doesn`t matter what [the media] write as long as you`ve got a young and beautiful piece of ass." – Donald Trump

I've been afloat and I've been aloft for nearly a fortnight, commencing with a flight to Barcelona (pronounce it "Barthelona" tourista), continuing with a luxurious, outdoor hot tub and sparkling vino-dominated cruise, setting ashore in Rome, Pisa, Mallorca, Genoa and Cannes (my body is now comprised of 55% gelato, 25% croquetas and 20% Cava) returning, once more, por dos dias to the Gaudi-styled, Spanish metropolis, before finally boarding an always delayed Delta airship back to the beautiful spacious skies and amber waves of grain of home - possibly, the least civilized, welcoming and charming destination on this lengthy itinerary. Along this Vasco De Gama-ing, my hearty and steadfast travel companion and I had the enjoyable, good fortune of meeting and conversing ("conversating" to daytime T.V. courtroom show aficionados) with fellow world inhabitants from India, Indonesia, England, France, Spain, the Philippines, Argentina, Brazil, Italy, Poland, and even (gasp!) Mexico, and were reassured of this following obvious fact (and a chemical and biological fact, it is indeedy - so hold onto your Chinese-manufactured, white-supremacist MAGA chapeaus, Trumpsters) WE ARE ALL THE SAME!! No matter your cultural upbringing, choice of worship or language spoken; we all are kind, thoughtful and considerate, and we're all self-centered, selfish, thoughtless and egomaniacal. We are all the best and worst of times, none of which is determined by hue, tongue or happenstance of location of birth.

A Conveyance Enabling as Escape from Insanity
For any who depart the boundaries of the great 48 (with additional props to Alaska and Hawaii), this time and distance removed from the once-esteemed, now Trump-ghetto'd former U.S. of A, can provide a new and fresh perspective about the planet we are precipitously depleting and destroying, the bigoted antipathy spread from identical human to identical human, and the foreboding fear and fury disseminated by the furor of the Orange Furher and his purposely and proudly, hate-filled, zombie-horde of followers, who both support and propel our nation's rapidly ruinous place in the worldwide society of man to which we belong. To translate for those more mono-syllabic Trump/Fox/Info War-types who may have regrettably happened upon this harangue, in other words, we Americans kind of suck - we do - and you who hug the flag and buss the Bible and stake claim to be the most patriotic and most American amongst the 300 million of us, are truly and easily the worst of us. Congrats, at least you've accomplished something.


When one ponders the horrific nature of what we Americans and those onlookers across the globe have come to accept as the everyday and normal in Trumplandia, added to the sorrowful sin that we citizens aren't taking to the streets in daily outrage, nor storming the gates of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Frankenstein-esque pitchforks and torches in hand, demanding the immediate removal of the sociopathic, Mad-King, the greatest enemy our country has ever encountered, by what possible sick and perverted measure can anyone still blast the ever-annoying daily boast, that the United States is the greatest country in the world - largest number of kidnapped and caged babies growing up and dying in American concentration camps - most gun deaths and school shootings - greatest frequency of synagogue burnings – swiftly expanding wealth disparity between the escalating population of poor and the ever-richer affluent – catastrophically expanding number of uninsured people and the resulting bankruptcies and very avoidable deaths, perhaps? If bloviated repetitive brags, and wishing and hoping and planning and scheming made it so, as Dusty Springfield warbled, "you will be his" and my shiny, naked pate would be topped with a sumptuous mane, while I squired my beloved Freema Agyeman from Michelin touted eatery to Michelin touted eatery. But alas, wild-eyed wishes and felonious fabrications do not make it so.

Ah, Freema!

The question must be asked, is Donald J. Trump - thief, liar, tax evader, philanderer, sexual assaulter, child-rapist, con-man, traitor, racist, the very vision of Mephistopheles on Earth, Messiah to the brainwashed and brain-dead, the cause of America's current endless Pandora's Box of evils and woe, or rather the logical and inevitable result of what we are and what we've always been - a nation built on the back of one enslaved race, on land stolen by the genocide of another? Millions have gleefully and passionately embraced his merciless message of hatred, intolerance and xenophobia, while the pols of the Republican party have found in him someone so soulless, so without compassion, decency, humanity or empathy, a viper so voraciously vindictive and vile; the long sought-after vehicle to fulfill all the poisonous and pestilent, hateful and hurtful policies that previously were just unfulfilled and fruitless fantasies - an America about stealing from the poor to give to the rich, about cheating and harming others, about selfishness, anger, bitterness, prejudice and unfettered hatred, an America solely of, by and for the wealthy white male.

America's Legion of Doom
Take a journey, fly over this cuckoo's nest, sail from these shores (you can use an exotic cruise, there's a bar in far Bombay) partake in a restful and needed sojourn, removed from the lunacy and loathing that emanates every week, every day, every minute from Donald Trump and the fellow traitors that enable him, and sadly see, as a temporary outside observer from this safe distance - there are many great countries in the world, it's doubtful that the United States, 2019, is among them.

"Come Fly with Me, let's fly, let's fly,
Pack up, let's fly away"

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Saturday, April 13, 2019

Life is Change


"Life is Change
How it differs from the rocks
I've seen their ways too often for my liking
New worlds to gain
My life is to survive
and be alive
for you"



WHEN EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS GONE
WHEN EVERYTHING YOU COUNT ON IS GONE
WHEN EVERYTHING THAT GROUNDED YOU IS GONE

WHEN WHAT YOU'VE GIVEN RETURNS
REJECTED
TATTERED
BROKEN
REFUSED

WHEN ALL THAT YOU WERE TAUGHT
BELIEVED IN
WAS CERTAIN WAS RIGHT
IS WRONG, IN REALITY

READY 
TO LEAVE
WHEREVER
BEGIN ANEW
WITH ONE LAST HOPE
WITH UNENDING HOPE

NO EXCUSES
NO EXPLANATIONS

AND THEN...



"You are the crown of creation
And you've gone no place to go."







Saturday, October 6, 2018

A Tagalong Isn’t Just a Girl Scout Cookie





Or The Joy of Having Ridiculously Talented Friends





Mais D’abord, Complètement Hors Sujet ...  - But First, Completely Off Topic…
(Some ask, why in French? I choose to ask, why not?)

While ostensibly a political blog, I've taken great care to avoid said sad subject in scribblings of late, as the unpleasant and ugly un-United State of affairs that has overtaken our once great country is a sure recipe for riling up resentment and deepening a depression that would make Sylvia Path and Vincent Van Gogh seem blissful paragons of unrelenting, unremitting and unapologetic joy and heavenly happiness. When an illegal, immoral and illegitimate leader, a Mussolini wannabe, but with less personality, decency and humanity, is empowered by a hostile foreign nation for the primary purpose of destroying history's preeminent democracy; and is blindly followed and worshipped as a modern demi-God by millions of either brain-dead or brainwashed traitors, haters and misled malcontents, even the Family Brady would abandon any notion of ever again experiencing a Sunshine Day;  while the remainder of us merely hope that we will still have a planet in which to awaken each morn. But, again, as hard as it may be to grasp at this juncture, we have not gathered together today to discuss politics, but rather rejoice and regale in far more pleasant pursuits.

They laugh alike, the talk alike, at times they even walk alike -
you can lose your mind.

Sur Le Spectacle, C'est ça - On with the Show, This is It
(Okay, I guess this going to be a thing now.)

You read the writings of a grateful and extremely lucky man,  who has had the beneficial fortune of enjoying exciting and unique show business events and artistic adventures delivered, not through any deserving deeds of his own, but rather by tagging along (I'm often known simply as "her friend'' or "that guy") in the close company and cozy companionship of comrades blessed by nature, genes, or Zeus, Osiris, Buddha, Jehovah, Trump  or whomever their designated deity, with the talents to write, compose, lyricize, act, sing, dance, produce and, if required to, probably spin plates, quick change, ventriloquize, train elephants, breathe fire, sword swallow, change the course of mighty rivers, bend steel in their bare hands; and who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fight a never-ending battle for truth, justice and the American way – although I may be mistaken about that last part.

Now, far be it from me to surrender or sabotage my own sense of self or sizeable ego in a cascade of humbleness and humility for I, too, have harvested the creative fields for, lo, some four decades, and have on display the statuettes and plaques awarded for those earnest and oft-times, effortless efforts. But while these television toilings have sometimes lead me to activities of great interest and excitement, (perhaps, sometime, you'll read of a day-long adventure with Liza with a Z, an emotional encounter with Muhammad Ali, or a convivial conversational bon mot resulting in a Carol Burnett chuckle) my own endeavors have not taken me to the arenas and opening nights that I've relished so, simply by befriending the gifted and the generous.

See, awards! I know you doubted me.

Aucun Homme N'est une Ile de Staten – No Man is Staten Island
(Oh, that’s fairly clever.)

When but a lower middle class lad, born and raised in the semi-civilized, proudly backward and dreadfully dull hamlet of Staten Island, New York (we will never speak of these origins again) the idea of attending a black-tie Broadway opening would have seemed as fantastical a fantasy as space exploration, Dr. Doolittle-esque animal communication or a satisfying occurrence of carnal cavorting with legendary rock goddess Grace Slick (but perhaps it's best I leave last evening's dreams out of this), yet that very event (the Broadway opening, not the rock and roll sex) is a biographical highlight. And, in many ways, was just the beginning.

Artistic interpretation of a life lived on Staten Island.
I pen this, thousands of feet aloft in the wild blue yonder (in an aeroplane, not by benefit of my own powers, but I suppose that did not actually require explanation, did it?) returning from London, and the closing of yet another brilliant new musical, for which I had previously attended its triumphant West End opening. And again, I owe all credit for this unique, memorable and wonderful journey, and the friendships made and experiences enjoyed, to the incredible, admirable and X-Men, mutant-like musical and writing abilities (more later) of a treasured, irreplaceable and dear friend. 


Je Suis allé Partout, Homme - I've Been Everywhere, Man
(The link to Google Translate - https://translate.google.com.)

From Elsah, Illinois, to Lancaster, Pennsylvania; from Sarasota, Florida to Kitchener-Waterloo, Ontario, it’s been one glitzy, glamorous, international capital and hotspot after another (not to forget London, Paris, Muenster, Amsterdam, Edmonton, Chicago, Shrewsbury...), all thanks to being a “plus 1” to a genius just born with natural, extraordinary abilities – to compose powerful, melodic, sometime intricate, sometime playful music; to write intelligent, adroit, empathetic and witty lyrics, and to lift and move heavy objects by the surprisingly terrifying power of mental telepathy (which, of course, keeps me in constant fear of my life.)

Il n'y a Personne Comme Show People - There's No People Like Show People
(Now, it’s just purposely annoying!)

Finally, (patient readers exhale a deep sigh of relief) the richest reward of being a showbiz hanger-oner, has undoubtedly been the dozens and dozens of fine, friendly, warmly welcoming, and ludicrously talented individuals encountered and befriended from theatrical trek to theatrical trek; people from different backgrounds, different parts of the country and the world, different languages, all with one thing in common - being gracious enough to me so that they now must endure my endlessly verbose, judgmental and self-righteous political ponderings on Facebook, and for that, I am both authentically apologetic and beholden. In a nutshell (although, as you may have surmised, brevity is not a strength) and in less haughty verbiage, I get to do all kinds of fantastic things, without actual having to put in the work or possess the talent. And I am never not aware of that and forever and always appreciative and thankful.

We close with an unusual version of “There’s No Business Like Show Business” by the late, great Elaine Stritch.

“The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause.
They'd gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye for anything theatrical and why?”

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Friday, July 13, 2018

A Loverly Jaunt Across the Pond



Random Reflections from a Far Too Long Plane Ride, or
Hopefully, it's Not My Ignorance that’s Bliss

“Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come on and fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away” – S. Cahn

A 7 and ½ hour flight lay ahead of me, from Newark Airport to Heathrow and yet, inexplicably, I feel a calm, a peace, I have never before experienced on any flight, even a trek as blissfully brief as one frequented from my beloved NYC home to the mini-NYC of the Great White North, Toronto. I can’t explain this phenomena, and I shan’t attempt to now (although, an explanation of some sort is likely forthcoming as I have very little control of the thoughts, ideas and opinions that make its way from a semi-creative, often active noggin to the fingertips struggling across a Bluetooth keyboard awash in error and verbal miscalculations.)

Is it the fact that the destination at journey’s end is undoubtedly my favorite locale on the globe, the land in which I fantasize experiencing the remainder of my retired years? Is it the very English woman in the adjoining seat who was immediately reminiscent of brilliant British thespian, Glenda Jackson? Is it the shuffle on my iPod Nano, frequently playing Jefferson Airplane and Jefferson Airplane related performers, who usually never fail to relax me with or without the assistance of Mother Nature's most successful and soon to be legal herbal intoxicant? Or mayhaps, most realistically, was it the two, overly-poured pinot grigios at the faux fancy airport tavern and the delightfully unanticipated free champagne upon boarding in Premium Economy? Yet, although it very well may be the potent potables that force me to compose this while the plan was headsets on, pillow ‘neath the neck, blanket tightly tucked with a hoped for visit from the Sandman for this overnight odyssey across the Atlantic; this post-Lindberg, trans-Atlantic foray is one I’ve partaken of almost a dozen times, fueled by spirits each and every outing, and never before has such serenity overtaken me.



Upon further thought, as the almost otherworldly perfection and beauty of Miles Davis' Flamenco Sketches now wafts through my Audio Technica noise reduction headphones, maybe my current pacificity arises from that trumpeted artistry in concert with the beautiful British Isles accent of the Billie Piper-doppelganger flight attendant who just handed me my hot, really not so hot, cocoa. And to some degree, I suspect, this enjoyable and continuous contentment and calm may have also come from the satisfying and long-awaited unfriending and blocking of a childhood comrade on Facebook, immediately prior to boarding, who has mistakenly believed for years, that because we were once cordial some 4 decades ago, she held the right to condescendingly judge, criticize and critique each writing, opinion and life choice I have ever openly articulated. She does not, and the freedom of finally releasing her from my online existence after interminable, imagined eons of wishing to do so, but for fear of offense, is indeed, quite freeing.


Assuredly, said serenity certainly does not originate from the ever-tightening, vise grip of the shoes, midair, in faulty made-made, cabin overly-pressured environment, which upon blessed Mother Earth are definitively the most comfortable foot coverings I own, or the sudden, consistent throbbing in my lower leg. Then, I suppose, we also must consider the food tray, recently arrived, carrying comestibles, under which any other more sane circumstances would be justifiably, roundly and righteously, rightfully rejected, but once trapped thousands of feet in the atmosphere, with naught to pass the time but Vince Vaughn film festivals and Lock Up, maximum security level meals are excitedly anticipated and gloriously accepted and treasured as the Magi anticipated the birth of the savior.


To be terrifically truthful, once alighting upon the bountifully beautiful British Empire, I will be reunited with a dear friend,  my personal favorite of all of Earth's population, of whom I have been separated, a sea apart, but with the occasional company of her loving feline, for a thoroughly unacceptable period of time. And, when once again, keeping her company, we will be doing so for the opening of her brand new musical on a West End stage, an enviable impressive accomplishment and artistic achievement, so one would imagine these further elements would certainly bespeak the rarity of such an optimistic and uncharacteristically pleasant and delighted demeanor.


If you have been benevolent enough to stay attentive throughout this entire meandering expressive endeavor, perhaps the query has occurred to you, "is there a point arriving at some juncture?" for I, too, share that very concern and have, unfortunately, arrived at the conclusion, that that ship has sailed many alliterations ago. No pending satisfactory denouement to be found here, just a need to convey happiness at a troubled time when such sentiments are becoming increasingly difficult to obtain. Come fly with me.

“Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so very near
You may even hear a whole gang cheer 'cause we're together”

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Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Rudolph Giuliani Presents: Uncle Rudy’s Guide to Love, Marriage and Sexual Mores

A match made in Hell


 “Newlywed a year ago
But you're still checking each other out
Nobody wants to blow
Nobody wants to be left out
You can't leave, 'cause your heart is there…
It’s a family affair.”  - Sly Stone


In light of Rudy “3 Wives Down, 3 More to Go” Giuliani’s recent sage, wise and indignantly ignorant and judgmental public proclamations on the morality, integrity and probity of Stormy Daniels (liberally bookmarked on Rudy’s laptop for meticulous and conscientious research only, that vat of Jergen’s is just coincidentally nearby) and the converse goodness, righteousness and perpetual purity and virginity of Donald “My Next Wife Hasn’t Even Been Born Yet” Trump’s triumvirate of spouses, numbers two and three each an extramarital mistress, in turn, prior to betrothal, “… and several butcher’s aprons” significantly less than proudly, and with some trepidation and extreme degrees of shame, brings you -

Rudolph Giuliani Presents:  Uncle Rudy's Guide to Love, Marriage and Sexual Mores

  
Rudy and cousin/first wife

It’s a Family Affair
Whether you’re America's Mayor and have copulated with cousin, or the King of the United States, and desire to diddle daughter, remember, it's always better to bed, betroth and breed blood, for if you marry outside of family, you never know what you’ll catch from a stranger.

Donald with daughter/wife

 “I know Donald Trump. Look at his three wives - beautiful women, classy women, women of great substance.” – Rudolph Giuliani

Til Death Us Do Part
Marriage is a sacred institution, not to be entered into unadvisedly or carelessly, but reverently, joyfully and in the love of God. Consequently, the more the better! Display your devotion to this honorable estate by partaking in it aplenty - the more marriages, the more divorces, the more moral. As the classic vows profess – love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude. Love means never having to say you’re sorry. Love is all you need. Love, love is strange. Love is funny, or it's sad or it's quiet, or it's mad, it's a good thing or it's bad but beautiful. Love is a battlefield (I fear I have lost my rhetorical way, no more Spotify while writing.) It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres… never lasts. Aim for a minimum of three marriages.


Home is Where the Heart is
When possible, move your mistress (future wife 3/future, future ex-wife 3) under the same roof where you blissfully, familially cohabitate with wife duex and children. Should you reside in a municipally financed mayor’s mansion mores the better.  It will save your chauffer effort, save you from prying paparazzi, save time, save steps - save everything but face, your soul, or the forever scarred psyche of your offspring.



“ I don't respect a porn star the way I respect a career woman or a woman of substance or a woman who has great respect for herself as a woman and as a person and isn't going to sell her body for sexual exploitation.” – Rudolph Giuliani

She Works Hard for the Money
From the book of Giuliani 2:22 -24, “And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man. And Adam said, this is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, how much for a BBBJ, a Full Service or Around the World?” And thus it has always been and thus it shall always be - a man will pay a woman for sex, remain honored and revered and perhaps even ascend to the planet’s premiere pinnacles of power, and $130,000 will commence that carnal negotiation.  But the woman solicited for said service, shall forthwith be disregarded, disrespected and disparaged, but for the sole specific exception of erotic nude models hailing from Slovenia.

"If you're going to sell your body for money, you just don't have a reputation. I may be old fashioned, I dunno." – Rudolph Giuliani

Melania and friend, "old fashioned" girls
Next time, stay tuned for Rudy's anxiously awaited follow up, “Sex and the Single Cellmate.”  When you’re as pretty as Rudy and Don, a life sentence doesn't have to mean a life of celibacy – coming soon, to a blog near you.


It's a family affair, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair”

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Friday, March 23, 2018

Requiem for a Nation – The United States of America, 1776 - 2017



“Oh beautiful, for heroes proved,
In liberating strife,
Who more than self, our country loved,
And mercy more than life”

The United States of America was a great country, deeply flawed, as all are, but one always striving to improve, to progress, determined to correct past mistakes, grievous inequities and societal injustices; and one with an enlightened Constitution, set of laws, purposely planned structure, and a seemingly inherent and innate sense of fairness and decency that allowed it to successfully, albeit frequently chaotically and messily, do so; inching ever so closer to fulfilling that noble goal of becoming a "more perfect union."

Sadly and tragically, in less than a year and a half of historically, unprecedented corruption, malfeasance, ignorance, hatred, bigotry, thieving, lying, fraud, indecency, subversion and astonishing stupidity, that wonderful nation has perished. In its place is a vulgar obscenity, an offensive and lewd insult to that beacon of liberty, equality and opportunity that millions had given their lives to preserve and protect.  Instead, the entity that now occupies that glorious landmass reaching from magnificent ocean to magnificent ocean, “sea to shining sea,” and quite erroneously still labeling itself as the United States of America, is an Oligarchic dictatorship, a Banana Republic, with no adherence or allegiance to the Constitution, with liberty and justice, not for all, but for the privileged few, where the poor and middle class sacrifice to further enrich the wealthy, where crime and punishment are determined by status and class, where divisiveness, sexism, bigotry, hatred and ignorance are encouraged and well rewarded.  


This new nation, not conceived in liberty, nor dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal, is a perfect reflection of the sociopathic criminal and treasonous enemy of the state that now sullies the White House, the people’s house, and perhaps, even more catastrophically and more permanently damaging is the sorrowful reality that this rapidly deteriorating, declining and failing homeland equally represents those who empowered this devil on earth.

To have cast a ballot for Donald Trump, can be munificently forgiven as a regrettable blunder, a serious political faux pas. To continue to support this domestic adversary, who toils not for country or Constitution, but for himself and the Russian powers who aided his ascent, is pure treason, and paints those who do so no less an enemy than the diminutively digited, tangerine tyrant.  The Republicans, the Evangelicals and the Christian Conservatives, who defend and laud his every foul word and deed, seem, not just incapable of logical judgement concerning this supreme sinner, but even worshipful of their new own personal Jesus, have consistently demonstrated nothing but indecency, immorality, and traitorous behavior, all whilst clutching Bible to chest, waving the Stars and Stripes and vociferously proclaiming patriotism, loyalty and fealty to the history, tradition, values and principles they so callously and roundly reject.  Donald Trump is assuredly mentally ill, what excuse do those who elected and enable him have?


“America, America, may God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain devined.”




Saturday, January 6, 2018

62 Million Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest

MCGA - Donald Trump, Making the Confederacy Great Again


An Electorate Awash in Animosity, Ignorance and Ignominy









"It's not cool to be ridiculed
But you brought this upon yourself" - Stevie Wonder

If you marked your ballot, pulled the lever, popped a chad for Donald Trump, you committed an act of treason and should be permanently stripped of the right to vote. If you continue to support him as president, like the lunatic himself, you are a traitor, and a clear and present danger to our once great country, now turned banana republic.

And now that you loathe me, and are searching my whereabouts on Google for what you believe to be a deserved, thorough thrashing, allow me to expound.

In the past, I have been informed by a dear friend or two (yes, I have friends) that in previous writings, be it this blog, Facebook, Twitter, skywriting, semaphore, smoke signals, American Sign Language or braille, I have been continuously and consistently too critical of, and insulting to, the Trump voter (aka: slack-jawed, self-concerned, dumb as a box of hammers, mentally unstable, anti-American turncoat.) Au contraire (an explanatory link for the Trump enthusiast, http://www.yourdictionary.com/au-contraire) in retrospect (once more, but from this point further, you’re on your own, https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/retrospect) I have been far too charitable, for this Dante-esque, Arrigo Boito-like nightmare in which we currently find ourselves, is completely and totally on the devilish Donald devotee. The threatening nuclear showdown with North Korea, the destruction of the Earth for the gain of international corporations, the rape of the poor and middle class for the enrichment of the wealthy, and the actual rape of underage girls and the dozens of admitted sexual assaults by the Mephistopheles currently in residence on Pennsylvania Avenue, both Trump voter accepted and approved, are all the fault and the responsibility of those 62 million whose vote demonstrated nothing but contempt for our nation, its populace, our Constitution and traditional American values.  Further, the egocentric and mercenary, immediate self-interest of such a decision was a clear and affronting message to our children, grandchildren and all future generations that their health, well-being, safety and very lives, are thoroughly meaningless and of zero concern or interest to the Trump troglodyte, as vile and venal an American citizen as this one time beacon of democracy, civility and liberty has ever regretfully sired.

The Trump Supporter - you can see the love and compassion in their faces
So, why, one may ask, perchance, one may ponder, would an obvious madman, rabble-rouser and plain old no good-nick such as myself, even posit such a peculiar, peevish and provocative proposal that a tally for Trump, a vote for a viper, a decision for the Drumpfster, would in any way equate to a tyrannical attack of treason? J’accuse!! After all, this was a legal and legitimate election, right Vladimir? Simply, every felonious follower and fan was well aware of the (lack of) character and personality they were supporting and encouraging, as well as his personally bragged about and well-documented vast criminal history and moral misbehaviors. With said knowledge at their easily and readily “Binged” (Ask Jeeves? Altavista? Dogpile?) disposal, anyone with even the fraction of a cerebral cortex intact in their skulls would be well aware that this thieving, lying, raping, incest-advocating, draft-dodging, narcissistic, self-serving sociopath is certainly not, in any conceivable and workable way, worthy of Oval Office occupation and the formidable and weighty designation of “Leader of the Free World” (note: in light of this folly, foolhardiness and dangerous recklessness, that title, once only and always belonging to the President of the United States, is now firmly in the rational, reasonable and intelligent grasp of Germany’s Angela Merkel.) To believe otherwise and then to follow through on those beliefs at the polling place, is either an unambiguous act of treachery and treason against our mother land, or the function of a disturbed, troubled and utterly, insane mind (if any Trump supporters are still reading this, and not loading semi-automatics, riled and rife for vengeance, feel free to self-determine your own classification between quisling and crazy.)

Her family must be so proud
Should one choose to ignore the outside, overwhelming avalanche of evidence against Trump being either ethical, smart or sane – deliberately disregarding charges of collusion, obstruction of justice, sexual assault, rape, money-laundering, illegal business ties to the Russian government and oligarchs, sharing American and Israeli intelligence with Russian spies, the non-payment of taxes, the stiffing of business partners and contractors, the numerous bankruptcies, the thousands of lawsuits - including the $25 million dollar settlement he paid in guilty acknowledgement of defrauding 6000 students out of tens of millions with his phony university. a genuine, undebatable crime, pre-election day - the tens of thousands of lies and so and so on, ad-infinitum; why would a Donald disciple also ignore their demi-god’s own words and admissions? This champion of the chowder head, this idol of the ignorant, this hero of the hate-filled, brazenly and braggadociously crowed of serial sexual assault, his desires to bed his “hot” daughter, his astute tax evasions, his owners ability to walk into the dressing rooms of underage beauty pageant contestants to sneak naked peeks at these pre-teen girls, his numerous infidelities, his man-crush on, and ardorous admiration of, Vladimir Putin – all captured on audio and video tape for permanent posterity, and obviously all meeting with the tacit approval of his America-hating allies.

MNGA - Making Nazis Great Again
"When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right." - Victor Hugo

Thanks to Trump embracing the worst of us, our enemies within – the Neo-Nazis, KKK, White Supremacists (aka, his base) and proudly and openly reinforcing their words, deeds and principles with his own statements and actions, while degrading those who uphold actual American values, laws and liberties, he has created a toxic atmosphere that for all intents and purposes has our extremely divided country mired in a cold civil war. Our nation has never faced an adversary like Donald Trump before, one who has waged an active campaign against our Constitution and country from the office of the Presidency, with the ability to wield all the powers inherent to that position. Trump is an enemy combatant, and should be regarded and treated as such. And that third of the U.S. whose hatred of the United States, African-Americans, Muslims, immigrants, homosexuals and anyone who looks, speaks or worships differently than they do, share equally in the guilt and the lawlessness alongside their heretical hero and, harrowingly, will still be very much amongst us long after their sinful savior is rotting within penitentiary walls.

“We would not care to wake up to the nightmare
That's becoming real life
But when mislead, who know a person's mind
Can turn as cold as ice

Why do you keep on making us hear your song
Telling us how you are changing right from wrong
'Cause if you really want to hear our views
You haven't done nothing” – Stevie Wonder

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