Monday, July 17, 2017

Lazy Boy – Lessons from a Leisurely Life

Think of this as a warning, a true cautionary tale. It may not be pretty. It may not be pleasant. Real life seldom is. And once having consumed the forthcoming account, consider sharing with your children, lest they someday fall into such an unfortunate state. For, not unlike the plotline of a 1950’s, atomic age, drive-in, sci-fi flick, this is the story of a once gainfully employed, fully functioning, active member of society, turned slug.

I have become astonishingly, remarkably, and perhaps even, Guinness World Record noteworthy lazy since my surprise early retirement was suddenly thrust upon me.  I rarely rise before the crack of noon, if that early, and even with that deferred rousing,  usually pencil some time into my barely there schedule to allow for an utterly unnecessary nap, somewhere in the period between afternoon syndicated courtroom shows and whatever frozen restaurant leftovers I microwave and munch standing up over my butcher block table as an evening meal (a hint from a very seasoned and accomplished napper - no matter how awake and alert you may feel when first reclining, a screening of any episode of the PBS chestnut, “The Joy of Painting with Bob Ross” will gently lull you into a soothing and satisfying slumber, complete with dreamy visions of happy, little trees and friendly, fluffy clouds.  I have watched hundreds of episodes and have yet to witness a painting rendered to completion. You may consider that good, you may consider that bad - art is subjective.)

Tasks, outings, errands, social events, theatre, shopping, drinking, dining – any activity that involves the extreme exertion of actually departing the apartment, be it for pleasure or chore, is generally limited to one a day.  In the infrequent situation when faulty and most tragic miss-scheduling arises, and two or (perish the thought), more events are on the docket, the subsequent 24 hours are to be largely spent in bed, followed by an immediate vacation. For example, once concluding an expedition to Gristedes Supermarket, a mere quarter of a block from my building’s entrance, for that taxing and trying task of food, grocery and sundry replenishment, I’ve put in my eight hours. And, once more, it’s into the familiar and welcoming embrace of a well-worn sofa, the anxious and willing servitude of Google Home awaiting my verbal commands and demands, and the companionship of a cat who, at best, just wants to be friends.

Friends, beware the siren call of the electronic home assistant.  I have fully succumbed to its allure and seductive charisma, so much so, that I own one each of the bitter rivals. In the livingroom, a Google Home, and in the bedroom, an Amazon Echo - combatants in a contentious commercial conflict, cautiously coexisting in these claustrophobic accommodations. There is a peace between the two, a ceasefire of sorts, but it is fragile and antagonistic, so, it’s imperative they be kept continually separated, rooms apart - for their well-being, my safety and the continued existence of all humanity. But thanks to the futuristic, Jetsons-esque capabilities of these underpriced, over-achievers; movement within the confines of my home is virtually unnecessary. These celebrations of sloth and enablers of immobility have made the simple motion of typing on a keyboard seem a grueling and superflous Herculean challenge.  However, in complete fairness to myself, I would not say I am, yet, an inert object, but I also would not proclaim myself particularly “ert” either.

While this lethargy, and its corporeal consequences, have reached such epic proportions that I’ve been offered my own TLC program, despair not from this unseemly saga of a good man gone bland, and a drive temporarily stuck in neutral, because this physical inactivity has not been equally mirrored in the mental realm. In actuality, the opposite has occurred, the rested body has led to an active mind, and many a condition and position have been pondered, even beyond fresh phrases with which to insult Donald Trump on Twitter.  With maturity, comes a heightened ability to recognize and confront weaknesses and flaws, and whereas in youth I would have denied, I will now forthrightly and willingly admit to being a bountiful cornucopia of faults. It’s unlikely I’ll do much to correct them, but I’ll be more than happy to fess up when called out. And, in today’s society, that gets you a trophy.

“Up a lazy river by the old mill run
Lazy river in the noon day sun
Linger awhile in a shade of a tree
Throw away your troubles, dream with me."

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Monday, June 26, 2017

Of the Affluent, By the Affluent, For the Affluent - A Democracy in Decline

Some pages from the Republican health care bill

“Under President Trump, our country is moving in an authoritarian direction and the very nature of American Democracy is under attack.” – Sen. Bernie Sanders

And so, anxiously we wait for a yay or nay vote on the Republican healthcare bill, the latest manifestation of the acute degradation, rapid decline and possible lengthy, languid, painful demise of our nation. While not actively killing the disabled, the poor and the elderly with their new legislation, the GOP has made it quite clear that there will certainly be no distressed or unsettled hours of slumber among their membership when the inevitable, if not planned on, tally of needlessly lost lives commences, once this massive redistribution of wealth upward, this socialism for the 1% is law. Now, in the name of fairness and impartiality, it’s important to note that there is a diminutive gaggle of Republicans against the bill, including Rand Paul and Ted Cruz, but, unfortunately, they actually find it not sufficiently draconian, and fear it will result in too few deaths of innocent Americans.  

This is the sorrowful saga of modern America, Trump’s America, a bilious and bogus United States of America, an America in name only – a cruel country where the rich eat the poor and the middle class cheer them on; where the disabled are left to fend for themselves and their infirmities are regarded as faults for which they are to be punished;  where young black man are used as target practice for law enforcement throughout the land and for whom justice is just an ugly joke and an unattainable goal; where women and even young girls are sexually abused while their admitted assailants remain free to scale the supreme summits of wealth, power and popularity - an America where value, worth and legitimacy of citizenship is determined by stock portfolio, pigmentation, gender and druthers in deities.

“Health is not a consumer good, but rather a universal right, and therefore access to health care services cannot be a privilege.” – Pope Frances

In the United States of America, our overly-proud population persistently preens and praises itself to the point of pomposity, exasperation and non-stop annoyance with unproven proclamations of superiority over all of the other 195 nations on the globe (despite being one of only three happy to observe idly as man-made climate change renders the Earth unlivable for those who will follow us and suffer for our severe selfishness and stupidity.) But ask any Independence Day reveler and they will exuberantly exclaim, that the U.S of A is the greatest country in the world, never mind the xenophobic reality that 64% of Americans have never strayed beyond our amber-waved fields or purple mountain majesties to even have the slightest hint of what may exist beyond our heavily AR-15’d  confines. 

I haven’t a clue what the criteria would consist of to determine a deserving number one nation ranking, presumably a dance competition is involved, perhaps wrist wrestling, but if the test entails compassion, empathy, selflessness or tolerance, if concern for the wellness and healthcare of our citizens is a barometer, not even George M. Cohan would sing our praises.  In every other industrialized, civilized nation, healthcare is a birthright, not a luxury only the moneyed are entitled to. Medicaid, the lifeline for the most vulnerable among us, is being savaged with an 800 billion dollar cut. Medicaid saves children, the elderly, the disabled, the homebound, the hungry, the poor, those in nursing and other health facilities. Medicaid saves lives. Medicaid doesn’t save rich people money, so it must be severely cut.

America 2017 - police forcefully remove peaceful disabled protestors from their wheelchairs
What the GOP, Trump and his supporters have done to this once great country is tragic. We have become a cruel, ugly, heartless, hateful nation, one in which those that have the most, viciously prey on those that have the least. Our situation is grave and growing grimmer. If Trump is not removed from office, notwithstanding all of his verifiable and even openly admitted to illegalities, if our unique system of checks and balances, our separation of powers, fails us, and he and the Republicans continue stepping on the vulnerable to benefit the wealthy and powerful, what are our options as a people and a country? This is not the United States of America. And this is not a country that we can leave to our children.

“Hey, now it's time for you and me
Got a revolution (got to revolution)
Hey, come on now we're marching to the sea
Got a revolution (got to revolution)
Who will take it from you, we will and who are we?
Well, we are volunteers of America (volunteers of America)
Volunteers of America (volunteers of America)
I've got a revolution
Got a revolution”

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Thursday, June 1, 2017

The Shape of Things – Barbarians through the Gates

“Shapes of things before my eyes,
Just teach me to despise.
Will time make men more wise?” – The Yardbirds

Hatred is an evil emotion that no one should ever experience or express, but I'm at a loss for an alternate, healthier reaction.  I begin this on the evening of the Manchester bombing, and hatred is what burns inside me.  I seethe with anger. I seethe with frustration.  I seethe with the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness that accompanies daily witnessing of malevolence and atrocities, and the inability to alter or improve these unacceptable and corrosive conditions. And, like multitudes, I lack a truly intelligent, constructive, proper response.

I hate our criminal and illegitimate president and those who excuse and enable him as he destroys our republic, and the world, to enrich himself. I hate the spineless terrorists, in every corner of the Earth, who savagely and senselessly kill and kill some more. I frequented a café in Paris, just returning to normal business following reconstruction after a terrorist bombing.  I was in Manchester in March. I was in London, the very day of the Westminster terrorist attack, luxuriating in the indulgence of High Tea less than a mile away, when we received the repulsive and unreal reports of the cowardly assault. I reside in New York City, and mourned and cried and raged, along with millions of my fellow Gothamites the morning of September 11th and the days and weeks hence.  I ache, knowing that the people and places I love may never find peace or a respite from the violence.  And I want revenge. I want justice. I want to strike back at all the heinous animals both domestic and foreign.  Crudely, coarsely, vulgarly and, unfortunately, futilely, I long to scream FU to Trump and to those ignorant and intolerant, unpatriotic, America-hating millions, who anointed him and continue to support his dictatorial dictums and unconstitutional creed. FU every worthless piece of human refuse who murders in some perverted, twisted ideology of faith or nationalism.  Please, learn and absorb this indisputable and unwavering truth –

We are all the same. We are all equal citizens of the only planet that will sustain our existence. We either live together or die together, and that choice now appears to be in the hands of the worst of us.

The New World Order
And, face this distasteful morsel of immoral veracity - Donald J. Trump is the biggest, most dangerous terrorist on the planet. Trump is the only extremist fanatic backed by the might of the American military and with the codes to unleash, what is easily, the world’s largest nuclear arsenal.  And this felonious deviant is as ignorant, angry and unstable as any ISIS flag-waver or Al-Qaeda combatant.

Sympathetic thoughts are pointless. Prayers are pointless. Good wishes and hopes are pointless. Deeds matter. Actions matter. And, possibly, most of all, VOTES MATTER! Trump voters, Brexit voters, gaze into the harsh reality of the looking glass, and recognize that you may never be able to compensate or atone for the critical damage your idiocy, prejudice and selfishness has done to humanity, the planet and generations yet born.

We are all living through a nightmare we have never before experienced. A Russian operative and treasonous enemy power is ensconced in the Oval Office, backed by the corrupt, complicit and cowardly Republicans in the Senate and the House, and celebrated and worshipped by traitorous American citizens. The degradation of our culture, our society and our nation endures and accelerates, at almost a minute by minute pace. America and Trump's America are two violently antithetical entities. And, perhaps, should mankind and this exceptionally delicate planet and ecosystem somehow survive, our future history books may summarize our situation so –

“ In the final days of the once great Republic, the ignorant, and the intolerant, elected a tyrant, a self-aggrandizing, self-serving enemy of decency, who vowed to destroy all that they formerly held dear - the values and principles that built this previously noble and equitable society. “

Arrest Donald J. Trump, now, and either incarcerate him or lock him away in a padded room for life.

“Now the trees are almost green.
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been.
Fall into your passing hands.
Please don't destroy these lands.
Don't make them desert sands.

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Sunday, May 21, 2017

Being Mrs.Trump: Is it Really Worth the Money?

It can’t be easy being betrothed to a sociopath, particularly one who is also the planet’s most rampant narcissist – a petty, minor, baby-man, powerless to love or admire any other being but the pumpkin-hued golem that adoringly and affectionately scowls in devotion and desire from the looking glass. To wed Trump is to pledge fidelity, faithfulness and affection to an unhinged, unstable, immoral monster incapable of returning said human sentiments in kind, and who believes sexual assault a rite of a relationship, as avowed and affirmed by first employee/wife, Ivana, in an early 1990’s courtroom deposition. For the sake of the mistresses and wives to follow, one would hope that Trump’s more brutal and depraved inclinations and disposition have subsided with the onset of his autumn years.

Wife #1
Now, no judgement intended or inferred, I’m a red-blooded American male, former youthful Playboy Club key holder, who has spied and appreciated more than his share of randy, ribald, erotic, dare I say, even suggestive, cave drawings, etchings, tintypes and snapshots in his time, but, the fact is that, rare has been the road to the White House that commenced with frequent nude modeling and continued with undocumented immigration.  With the possible exceptions of Dolly “Snack Cakes” Madison and Hannah “Va Va Voom” Van Buren, Melania Knauss’s specific rise to the Rose Garden is a true first among First Ladies.  Just remember the Republican uproar over Michelle Obama’s exposed, toned arms. “Oh my, I do believe my delicate sensibilities have been assaulted. I feel the vapors coming on!”

Wife #2
More unique, still, is the fact that this first lady, third employee/wife, appears under no actual obligation to live with her specious spouse, reside in the same general geographical quadrant of the continental United States, or have anything much to do with him at all. Infrequent, even, are the instances in which she will publicly admit knowledge of his existence.  “The Donald Trump, oh yes, I recall him, he walked into our dressing room as we were changing at a fashion show.”

Wife #3
And what are the terms of the matrimonial employment agreement? Does it vary from spouse to spouse to spouse (to spouse?) Is there a 401k and dental insurance, or perhaps, more aptly, comprehensive coverage for cosmetic reconstruction? Has each sorrowful consort, in turn, been contractually compelled to have (shudder) physical relations with the repulsive and hideous hobgoblin with reliable regularity, or is it exclusively intended for reproductive reasons - to usher another generation of ferret-faced thieves, liars and takers into the world?  

Ferret or Eric Trump? You decide.
Once a new Drumpf has suckled off the silver spoon, is the compensated Mom responsible for the upbringing while debauched Donald carries on with his very public sexual affairs and assaults, or does an army of au pairs nurture and raise bouncing baby billionaire after bouncing baby billionaire? At what age is each wife required to resign from her odious assignment,  deemed too long in the tooth to be worthy of the god among men, incomparable Adonis that is the unwavering vision the madman has of himself, rapidly replaced by a younger model that he financially procures? Donald already has the return receipt prepared to hustle wife number 3 back to her homeland, having surpassed previously established chronological confines; but for public appearances, currently delayed until at least the impeachment process inaugurates to initiate that exchange. And, finally, how bountiful a settlement does each divorcee receive for their years of service, and most significantly, their sworn silence?

Wife #4?
It somewhat struck me that parallels can be drawn between the desire of glamorous, accented, foreign wife Melania to remain in residence in her Manhattan penthouse apartment and the same desire of glamorous, accented, foreign wife Lisa Douglas to similarly stay in her opulent Gotham high-rise, as so well expressed in the opening theme song to the classic series, “Green Acres.” Or, probably, I’m kind of just stupid and was permitted to watch far too many hours of television as a child. Whatever the case may be, today’s bit of trumpery (Noun: 1. attractive articles of little value or use. Adjective: 1.showy but worthless) concludes with that well-remembered and beloved TV jingle, rejiggered for the present and extremely temporary, illegitimate First Couple.

Wife #5?


Donald: Lawbreaker is the name for me
I get away with each crime spree
Graft spreadin' out so far and wide
I’m heading to D.C. to profit off genocide

Melania: New York is where I'd rather stay
As you’ll be living far away.
I’ll love our penthouse without you
Dahling, I loathe you so give me 5th Avenue

Donald: The wars
Melania: Your whores
Donald: Hot air
Melania: Despair

Donald: You’re my paid wife
Melania: Good bye all our lives
Together: Lawbreakers, we are there

Enjoy the original “Green Acres” ditty, followed by a blog bonus, a wonderful moment from the most recent “Saturday Night Live,” a season-ending funereal farewell to the crime syndicate known as the Trump Administration.

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Saturday, April 29, 2017

The Story of Mankind

As it has been awhile since the last posting, I thought it best to ease back into the fray with fun, fluffier, more frothy fare this go round – hence the title topic. But, fear not, this will be no drawn-out, diluted dissertation on the 2 million year entirety of homo-sapien existence and its multiple prior progenitors (or 4000 years in the GOP texts) but more of a contemplation on our current state of being since that devilish, deadly day that evolution began reversing itself - January 20th, 2017.

And so, let the liberal lecturing commence, feel free to take notes –

Boundaries are artificial, often arbitrary and meaningless, and far too frequently used by those who hate (see: Donald J. Trump and his 62 million traitors) as justification for otherwise inexcusable and indefensible intolerance, prejudice, and acts of aggression (see: every Fuhrer of 5th Avenue rally, every evil utterance escaping his loathsome lips, and every misspelled sign held in the gnarled claws of his dishonorable devotees.) But why fall into that treacherous, now treasonous, obvious and, to some, comfortable trap?

Ancient, uncivilized man (mmm, zebra)
Despite the danger of delving deeply into cliché country, it is imperative at this juncture to state an ofttimes already stated truism – there is only one race, the human race. We are all of one kind. There is no biological difference between the baby born in Bayonne and the baby born in Beirut; the toddler from Tenafly or the one from Tehran;  the newborn from Netcong or his peer in Nepal (clearly, I need to start straying beyond the borders of the Garden State.) “Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I want to take ya, Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama, Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go…” - heed those opiate-addled, wise words of the Beach Boys - it matters not your nation of origin, your spoken language, the flavor of deity that satisfies your druthers - look beyond the preconceived notions, the multiplicity of uncommon millinery, the variations in epidermal shadings and embrace the reality of commonality - all hearts beat the same, no man gets as much sex as he desires, and everyone likes the Beatles.

Irrespective of the baffling beliefs of the morally malignant minds of the Trump brigade, killing a North Korean, an Iranian or a Syrian, is no less a heinous act than killing an American – each is entitled to the same basic rights of life as are all inhabitants of this rapidly perishing planet, each is capable of fulfilling the same needs and achieving the same goals. Happenstance of an American birth does not bestow one with superiority nor the privilege to determine the worth of others.

Modern uncivilized man (a Trump rally)
Until such pie in the sky thinking becomes more commonplace and begins to take root, (never?)  we will, forever, be engaged in the non-stop warfare which has dominated, and destroyed, so much of society since the dawn of civilization. And while such combat does fiscally benefit the businesses and investments of Trump and his ilk; and leads his sightless supporters (there are none so blind as those who will not see) to perceive this cowardly 5 time draft dodger (oh, those poor tender tootsies) as a strong, forceful and decisive leader; to the common folk, who don’t have billionaire daddies to buy their babies out of battle, it can lead to just a senseless, premature departure from the world.

Naïve, it may very well be, but let it be proclaimed, today, that this blog will refuse to condone hatred simply because of contradictory geographical naissance, or cultural dissimilarities. And similarly, will not corroborate corrosive attitude and outlook merely because it may originate within the confines of the 50 states or from the less than hallowed halls of Congress or the now gravely sullied interior of the Oval Office.

"We are not men" More de-evolution at play at another Trump rally

“Off the Florida Keys, there's a place called Kokomo
That's where you want to go to get away from it all
Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand
We'll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo” -  The Beach Boys

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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

When Americans Reject America – Trump’s Troops Declare War

“This is why I have no patience for liberal talk of reaching out to Trump voters. There is no more a compromise point with those who accept, promote and defend bigotry, misogyny and xenophobia than there is a designation of 'almost pregnant.’”– Charles M. Blow, N.Y. Times
It’s time that we admit to, and confront, a challenging truth as a country. Our most dangerous enemy, our biggest threat, is not ISIS, not North Korea and not even Russia. And irregardless of the reckless rhetoric of the current regime, neither should we cringe in cowardly fear of immigrants, refugees, Mexicans nor the press – buzzwords of hate designed by Donald Il Duce, dictatorial doyenne of destruction, intended to rouse the rage of the racist and the simpleminded. But those who actually present the most consistent, insidious and precarious peril, pray in our pews, share our subways, tipple in our taverns – the 62 million voters who pulled a lever, popped a chad and turned their yellow streaked backs on everything that makes America great. The Trump loyalist fealty is not with these once United States, but now exclusively with a career criminal, thief, serial sexual predator and traitor.

Trump is the prevaricator in chief, deceitful about his weasely words and his dastardly deeds, despite hours of condemning recorded evidence exposing his ceaseless illegalities and vulgarities.  And his supporters share equally in his evils - fully informed of Trump’s sociopathy, misogyny, bigotry and admitted sexual criminality, the Trumpeter not only excuses and justifies the reprehensible behaviors but celebrates them in a shameful and unprecedented display of dishonesty and culpability. Witnessing ridicule of the physically disabled, they insist it fantasy. Hearing demonization of our military, intelligence agencies and judiciary, but fawning unadulterated praise and admiration for an adversarial murdering dictator, they proclaim him patriot. Learning of outside interference with our election, the very foundation of our democracy, by Trump’s invitation, they ally with Russia.

The Donald devotee is duplicity defined. And once their deity is dearly departed for decades of detention, their danger will endure. While Trump paces his 9 by 8, in a bright orange jumpsuit, his walking dead will riot in the streets, convinced by the carrot-colored cancer of his innocence, and the curse of a government conspiracy. The only truth they know is that which Trump tells them is the truth. Trump’s intolerant, sexist, anti-immigrant, and anti-American, white supremacist message will remain the malicious mantra and mission of the true believer - forever the quisling, violently violating the values, traditions and constitutional laws that built history’s greatest republic.  

Today, our nation risks loss of liberty, sovereignty and decency. Bigotry triumphs over brotherhood. Loathing triumphs over love. Today, Russia and white supremacists grin, and patriotic Americans grieve. And so, the battle rages on. The conflict continues and escalates. We must remain ever vigilant and resistant until Donald Trump is removed from office and tried for his crimes if there is ever to be legitimacy in our laws, truth in our traditions and validity in our values.  We, the people, have a duty to preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States against enemies both foreign (Putin) and domestic (Trump.) If these disastrous days since inauguration find the Trump voter remaining steadfast in devotion to this treacherous turncoat, they are traitors and should be regarded and treated as such.

“This is a culture war in which truth is the weapon, righteousness the flag and passion the fuel. Fight, fight, fight. And when you are finished, fight some more. Victory is the only acceptable outcome when freedom, equality and inclusion are at stake.” – Charles M. Blow, N.Y. Times

Finally, as a necessary reminder of the country in which Donald and his disciples actually live, we conclude with a Whitney Houston classic.
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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

B.R.A.T. – Bloggers Resistance Against Trump

"Save the Country Now"

If Donald J. Trump can destroy the country with his tweets,  we can save the country with our blogs.

There are an estimated 31 million bloggers in the United States, just slightly fewer than the number of fabrications articulated, thus far, in the initial four weeks of the illegitimate presidency of Russian marionette and Dexter Morgan doppelganger, Donald J. Trump. Each individual blogger has followers and an audience, large or small. Imagine the power and the scope of reach if just a reasonable fraction of those bloggers united behind the cause of sharing truth and reality, in this present-day American atmosphere of “alternative facts,” with the eventual, additional goal of ousting the mentally unstable, evil madman now in hostile and illegal occupation of the Oval Office. That is the basic concept behind B.R.A.T. – Bloggers Resistance Against Trump.

In this current calamitous political clime, it is truly the duty of all patriotic American citizens to take to heart our fundamental democratic concept of a government “of the people, by the people and for the people.” In preservation of our principles and values, we are all being called to embrace and preserve that vital and exceptional tenet - and doing so requires constant vigilance. Trump, Kellyanne Conway, Steve Bannon and the rest of the modern day S.S. have created their own reality and their own truths, and have gift wrapped this dangerous demagoguery in the perilous packaging of white supremacy, bigotry and xenophobia. The Trump followers, anxious to blame personal woes on an evil other, rather than take responsibility for any self-harmful actions or in-actions, gladly and willingly, reject the factuality of words and deeds they have witnessed themselves, and instead pay blind fealty to a hateful snake-oil salesman, accepting all of his malicious and obvious prevarications as indisputable gospel from on-high.

Not My President's Day Rally, New York City - 02/20/17
As individuals, blessed with the privilege and the power that the Constitution grants us all  - the right to express oneself, our First Amendment right of free speech (for now); and as an online community, it’s imperative that we keep up relentless pressure on this criminal enterprise. And even beyond that, it must be made crystal clear to Congress, that spineless assemblage of profiteers, that if they don’t finally evolve some rear vertebra and actually represent the people who elect and pay them by beginning to take the needed steps to remove Trump from office, then they shall be the ones swept away in a lava stream of voter anger and discontentment, seeking new employment post-2018 midterm elections.

This hoped for legislative insurgence should not really be seen as an impossible dream only posited possible or probable by us most dedicated and determined tilters at windmills. In a sense, this historically sad, pathetic and extremely explosive excuse for an executive branch was dead on arrival. Republicans find Trump an utter embarrassment, and are, in reality, equal in their loathing for him as any Democrat. Meanwhile, with a 40% approval rating and the logical accompanying, 60% disapproval rating, demonstrated in action by daily protests, marches and rallies, the people have spoken; and have done so as loud as a Donald Trump, China-manufactured, ridiculously lengthy, red satin tie.

Not My President's Day Rally, New York City - 02/20/17
Now, while Mussolini’s bastard son has little to no governmental support, we must again be mindful that the esteemed and embarrassing body on Capitol Hill has a degree of fortitude and courage to make the Cowardly Lion seem like Conan the Conqueror, and it has become entirely evident that the survival of the greatest Democracy the world has ever experienced rests solely with the active engagement of a sizeable share of our 300 million.

The Battle Ahead – B.R.A.T. Aspirations

  • ·         To encourage bloggers to unite as a voice bonded in battle against the treacherous, un-American and fascistic Trump agenda.
  • ·         To spread valid and factual information, to be a truth teller when nothing but falsehoods will be emanating from this administration.
  • ·         To spread the message of the Anti-Trump Movement and aid in the expansion of the resistance, as rapidly as achievable, before Trump has success in his stated attempts to put limits on our First Amendment rights. The blogs that are here today may very likely be disappearing by government edict tomorrow.
  • ·         To embolden those who read our blogs to actively participate in the democratic process in any way that is practical, doable and desirable for them - be it in written form, in calls to Congress, in social media, in attending rallies - using their Constitutional and pro-America right to peacefully protest. Dissent is a great American tradition.

Not My President's Day Rally, New York City - 02/20/17
The White House is our house, not Trump’s. The American people determine who deserves to take temporary residence in it – not billionaires, and not Russia. Trump serves at our pleasure, and there’s been nothing the least bit pleasurable about his totalitarian insanity. It will be the voice of the people that will finally, hopefully, sooner than later, turn the tables on the tangerine reality star, as tens of millions of patriotic Americans, en-masse, will loudly, proudly and with a happy hostility, rudely proclaim, “You’re fired!”

Fellow bloggers, please download the logo, share it on your blogs and share the crucially important message of the resistance – let’s actually make America great again, again - you know, as it was in 2016.

If Donald J. Trump can destroy the country with his tweets,  we can save the country with our blogs.

“Gonna lay the devil down, gonna lay that devil down.
I got fury in my soul, fury's gonna take me to the glory goal
In my mind I can't study war no more.
Save the people, save the children, save the country now” – Laura Nyro

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Saturday, February 4, 2017

A Simple Letter to the World – An Apology from an American to the Human Race

“I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I'm gonna write words oh so sweet
They're gonna knock me off my feet
A lotta kisses on the bottom
I'll be glad I got 'em”

 Dear Rest of the World,

     We're really sorry! Most of us wanted nothing to do with this treacherous sociopath that Russia, Steve Bannon and his white nationalist movement, un-Constitutionally and unlawfully installed in the White House. Vladimir Putin and Steve Bannon are allied in paralleled plans and philosophies of world conquest and supremacy.  In Donald J. Trump, they found a buffoonish, ignorant, intolerant, sexist, hate-filled empty vessel, who, lacking any principles, ideologies or even thoughts of his own, but for his pitiful and pathetic non-stop need for power, attention and glory, could be cajoled and flattered into fulfilling their frightening, criminal and immoral misdeeds.  And, sadly, through the manipulation of a far too sizeable swath of the American public, they unearthed an ugly, racist, bitter, often unintelligent and woefully uninformed electorate, so worshipful of celebrity, they would willingly and happily swallow every Trump sin, lie and illegality in their belief that regular television appearances bestow superiority, and worthiness for ascension to the most powerful office on this, now very endangered, planet.  Each and every proudly unenlightened, wrathful, small-minded and prejudiced voter who checked a box, popped a chad or pulled a lever in favor of this traitorous and treasonous Executive Branch, now shares equal responsibility and blame for the destruction, chaos and lost lives that this illegitimate president has already afflicted upon America and the world in his very brief, but already much too long tenure.

     But global friends, and I truly extend the hand of friendship, despite the detestable, inhumane and acrimonious acts of my nation, with anticipation of that gesture being amicably returned - there is hope. It is just a relative few of us who are at all of boorish and bigoted like mind with Trump and his supporters.  You’ve seen the marches and protests, the almost continuous activity on our streets.  We have been challenged by fascism and totalitarianism, and are actively defending the solemn values of our republic. And, as a nation built by immigrants in search of tolerance and religious liberty, we don’t hate or fear you, no matter your spoken tongue or rituals of faith.  Nations and borders are arbitrary and illusory. Every human being, despite geographical separation or religious diversity is, first and foremost, a citizen of the world - each and every one of us, biologically identical. A different skin shade, cultural custom or spiritual sacrament does not inherently make one evil or untrustworthy, unless, of course, as we have recently and unfortunately discovered, that epidermal hue is powdery orange. That artificial spray dye once applied, clearly has a deleterious effect on judgement, compassion, intelligence, and overall brain function.

     We are fully aware that Donald J. Trump is a dangerously and extremely mentally disturbed rabid cur; and, again, thoroughly apologize for being the thoughtless and backward populace that precipitated his nightmarish rise to authority and command.  But, we love our country, are desperately fighting for it, and are honestly doing our best to rectify this odious and offensive situation as rapidly as possible. We don't want to die either.

     I’ve been fortunate to have traveled to many of your countries, enriched by each experience and encouraged by the shared humanity encountered. Regardless of the injurious intent and depraved determination of Putin, Bannon and Trump, there is far more to unite us than there is to divide us.  Given some time, as precious as it is, we shall undoubtedly triumph. Thanks for your saintly patience, and see you soon.

Your pal,

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