"Workers covered the windows of government offices with sandbags and installed sirens in police stations to warn of approaching enemy bombers. By torchlight, they scarred the city’s pristine parks by digging miles of trenches to be used as air-raid shelters. A knot of traffic snarled the city as Londoners began an exodus. Hundreds of thousands who planned to stay in the city stood patiently in line for government-issued gas masks and air-raid handbooks. London Zoo officials even developed plans to station gun-toting men in front of cages to shoot the wild animals in case bombs broke open their cages and freed them."
Hitler had given a deadline to the world. 'Give me what I want, or there will be war.'
Britain lost a million souls in the War to End War. With 48 hours before Hitler's deadline, France and England met with two dictators, Hitler and Mussolini.
Neville Chamberlain came home and offered us 'Peace in Our Time.'
Britain got a few months of peace. Chamberlain got rave reviews for a time. The entire British island went all party city in celebration of peace.
How long that peace lasted after a direct negotiation with the 'leader of the Free World' and two dictators, Hitler and Mussolini.
North Korea will revisit the volatile stance toward our country. When it benefits their internal needs.
Showing posts with label Trump. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trump. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Saturday, March 10, 2018
Educate the children so ...
Educate the children so that it is unnecessary to educate the adults.
Trump is the measure of our failure to educate children.
Trump is the measure of our failure to educate children.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Throwing our money away with tax cuts in 2017
Hang with me as I run this idea down.
The average price for a new car made in the US is just under $24,000.
Last year, the US consumer bought 7,105,162 new cars.
Some math follows:
$24,000 times 7,105,162 equal $168 billion dollars.
The tax cuts from the Republican Party will add $1.5 trillion dollars to the national debt.
My conclusion:
If, for the next 9 years, the federal government would buy the entire annual production run off every car made in America and dumped the cars into the ocean instead of cutting corporate taxes; the middle class would be better off.
At least those making cars, car parts, and selling hot lunches to factory workers.
And, CEO's would still get to drive the Mercedes or BMW of their choice.
Do you have a better understanding of the waste?
For further consideration:
Can a retired widow benefit from an income tax cut?
How many cars are really 100% made in America, with all American parts, American steel, and America rubber ...?
How many new cars are bought or sold in the USA each year?
The average price for a new car made in the US is just under $24,000.
Last year, the US consumer bought 7,105,162 new cars.
Some math follows:
$24,000 times 7,105,162 equal $168 billion dollars.
The tax cuts from the Republican Party will add $1.5 trillion dollars to the national debt.
My conclusion:
If, for the next 9 years, the federal government would buy the entire annual production run off every car made in America and dumped the cars into the ocean instead of cutting corporate taxes; the middle class would be better off.
At least those making cars, car parts, and selling hot lunches to factory workers.
And, CEO's would still get to drive the Mercedes or BMW of their choice.
Do you have a better understanding of the waste?
For further consideration:
Can a retired widow benefit from an income tax cut?
How many cars are really 100% made in America, with all American parts, American steel, and America rubber ...?
How many new cars are bought or sold in the USA each year?
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Representative Dunahoo
It speaks but who really wrote this editorial?
So ... Georgia's values are completely out of step with the rest of the country and most of the world.
And, that's a damn good thing says one of the Republican idiots representing Hall County in the State Legislature.
Yup. We need two Confederate holidays a year. Three more statues to Lee, Jackson, and Davis carved into the back side of Stone Mountain. We must support Judge Roy Moore the pedophile before a Democrat destroys God! We must not let poverty become a metric for providing healthcare because the poor should just die! And, we've added five Commandments to the Ten proposed by Moses. [The ones by Moses were just suggestions] We have assault rifles in elementary schools locked in cabinets because our active shooter policy remains Shelter in Place but the Gun Store needed sales. We have designed housing codes which outlaw Tiny Houses because we already have trailers.
So when will the rest of the country catch up to us and draft a Religious Liberty Law?
I rate him a 9.5 on the GOP scale of Tool.
So ... Georgia's values are completely out of step with the rest of the country and most of the world.
And, that's a damn good thing says one of the Republican idiots representing Hall County in the State Legislature.
Yup. We need two Confederate holidays a year. Three more statues to Lee, Jackson, and Davis carved into the back side of Stone Mountain. We must support Judge Roy Moore the pedophile before a Democrat destroys God! We must not let poverty become a metric for providing healthcare because the poor should just die! And, we've added five Commandments to the Ten proposed by Moses. [The ones by Moses were just suggestions] We have assault rifles in elementary schools locked in cabinets because our active shooter policy remains Shelter in Place but the Gun Store needed sales. We have designed housing codes which outlaw Tiny Houses because we already have trailers.
So when will the rest of the country catch up to us and draft a Religious Liberty Law?
I rate him a 9.5 on the GOP scale of Tool.
Saturday, September 16, 2017
The Republican Myth Promoting Corporate Leaders as Satisfactory Presidents.
Using only my personal observations of the individuals winning through the business based selection process for ultimate leadership of large international corporations, no one meets the leadership needs of a large nation.
A nation or government exists for the long term with infinite goals based on vastly variable perceptions and realities. In our case, we have 50 states, four or more time zones, an unknown number of dialects, and living conditions from homeless urban to selfish, internationally rich.
A corporation, serves itself, often the self gets described as 'stock holders.' Few accredit executive leadership as de facto ownership. That ownership, given stock options and bonus and perks, demands the label, Ownership.
And, the ascent to the Ownership leader position kills off internal competition. Much like the palace intrigues of Royal 'cousins' and would be heirs to thrones. In that process, some see politics. But, a failed presidential candidate like John McCain remains a post election power. No corporate winner would allow that.
Corporate leadership assumes short term tenures forcing short term goals.
No country, founded on rejection of unrepresentative government, should consider any corporate leader, as I have described them, as a viable candidate for control of the world's future.
A nation or government exists for the long term with infinite goals based on vastly variable perceptions and realities. In our case, we have 50 states, four or more time zones, an unknown number of dialects, and living conditions from homeless urban to selfish, internationally rich.
A corporation, serves itself, often the self gets described as 'stock holders.' Few accredit executive leadership as de facto ownership. That ownership, given stock options and bonus and perks, demands the label, Ownership.
And, the ascent to the Ownership leader position kills off internal competition. Much like the palace intrigues of Royal 'cousins' and would be heirs to thrones. In that process, some see politics. But, a failed presidential candidate like John McCain remains a post election power. No corporate winner would allow that.
Corporate leadership assumes short term tenures forcing short term goals.
No country, founded on rejection of unrepresentative government, should consider any corporate leader, as I have described them, as a viable candidate for control of the world's future.
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Secret Service logs for Trump Tower
Security requires screening access to parts of Trump Towers. Visitors must log in or register with Security. NYPD were involved in protecting that candidate.
Presidential candidates are offered Secret Service protections and the Secret Service fiercely guards against threats to candidates.
Threats. Even mail is screened.
So why haven't we seen a visitor list, provided by Security and the Secret Service, to document who visited Trump Tower?
That's another leak to be seen on a fake news headline tomorrow morning?
Maybe there's no record of secret meetings and the guests? Wouldn't that be more interesting?
Presidential candidates are offered Secret Service protections and the Secret Service fiercely guards against threats to candidates.
Threats. Even mail is screened.
So why haven't we seen a visitor list, provided by Security and the Secret Service, to document who visited Trump Tower?
That's another leak to be seen on a fake news headline tomorrow morning?
Maybe there's no record of secret meetings and the guests? Wouldn't that be more interesting?
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Russian Revelations
Putin printed a new Chapter in the King Donald Bible, Russian Revelations.
Revelations 12.25.1 Never elect a President in a foreign country unless that country shares a contiguous border with Russia for those who would be leaders must be deceivers with a Fake Press.
Revelations 25.12.1 Repent before slaying your Enemies because you won't have time to eat the popcorn while they die.
Revelations 13.27.2 They blaspheme who in their works deny the past before the present falls behind tomorrow when a new email reality shall be first and last.
Revelations 72.9.1 When thee shyte gets real, make small lies for thy self must survive the Devil.
Revelations 12.25.1 Never elect a President in a foreign country unless that country shares a contiguous border with Russia for those who would be leaders must be deceivers with a Fake Press.
Revelations 25.12.1 Repent before slaying your Enemies because you won't have time to eat the popcorn while they die.
Revelations 13.27.2 They blaspheme who in their works deny the past before the present falls behind tomorrow when a new email reality shall be first and last.
Revelations 72.9.1 When thee shyte gets real, make small lies for thy self must survive the Devil.
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Me at the G20 - Boda Bing. Boda Boom
[My apologies to those about to be offended]
It started slowly with me being mistaken for a Republican psychiatrist by the Secret Service. That's an easy mistake to make. I'm white, male, and exit mental health facilities by walking backwards.
So Homeland Security whips me off a street corner near the White House. I try to explain my motivations behind my blogs posts and that whole thing with the backpack in the public meeting. No one really seems to listen. Most of them have one hand covering an ear while talking to their jacket cuff, keeping that hand clenched.
So I sit back in the plush leather seat of the limo and focus on giving my captors the militant, 'I'll never talk' stare. I'm tough. I'm from Indiana and there's nothing but corn there. No body talks to the corn. I'm holding my own. Mentally I'm repeating the Hoosier secret mantra, "I am the rogue and the tassel."
They break me quickly, like a twig with the classic ploy, "Would you like some Dansani?"
That's who it works. Without thinking, I'm suddenly saying, "Yes." Yes to everything with a thoughtful, little Sure thrown in.
So, in the middle of my one worded conversation, which never touches on that backpack thing, Wrist Talker 3 throws a black bag over my head. My fate seems sealed. It's a rendition to a third world prison.
I don't see the point in the black hood. I can hear the planes landing and taking off. Just as I start mouth breathing, I smell jasim. Sweet. Calming. Sleep inducing. Coma causing, Jasim scented black bag gas. I'm out.
I dream of hands on my body. A tape measure sizing me up for an orange suit. I feel the little footies placed on my feet. My vision returns, blurry. The world seems to swim. I see my mirror image. Gods! I look like Ivanka Trump complete with a sleeveless dress. In this dream, Ivanka stands beside me, her image in the mirror. We look like twins! Who knew?
She says something to Wrist Talker 4 who wears sunglasses. "There's no fracken way I'll ever sit in a chair after Daddy has been sitting in it. Why can't someone else in the family go? How about Tommy the Tongue, or Louie the lip? What about you? You go. If this is the best body double, Republican psychiatrist on the planet, he's going in."
Two guys lift me to my feet and frog march me through a door. The lights are too bright but I see a fat man with an orange face rise from a chair. I'm thrust into the chair. The chair stinks. The seat feels wet on my butt. Maybe they should have added a girdle to my outfit. I smile but instantly, I'm challenged. Maybe in Italian.
"What the fuck is going on here? Who the fuck is this?"
I hear myself breaking the deadly silence, "My name is Ben Sobel... -lioni. Ben Sobellioni. I'm also known as, uh, Benny the Groin, Sammy the Schnazz, Elmer the Fudd, Tubby the Tuba, and once as Miss Phyllis Levine."
Someone coughs. I hear the whispers. "It's Trump's daughter."
The blond guy with no shirt mutters in a bad Russian accent, "Bitch."
I give him the Hoosier stare and say, "Now is that polite? Is that nice? I'm tryin' to be nice over here. Do I go up to you and say, 'Hey, you're so-and-so, the Hard-On?'"
I hear some German woman shouting. There's a magic voice in my ear, translating. "What qualifies her to sit at this table. What does she know about world events?"
"I know 1957 was a big year. The Russians put that Sputnik into outer space, the Dodgers played their last game at Ebbets Field to say goodbye to Brooklyn, that guy shot Frank Costello in the head, and missed, and the Gallo brothers whacked Albert Anastasia in the barber shop of the Sheraton View hotel. It was total chaos. With Anastasia out of the way, Vito Genovese figures he's the big boss. But Carlo Gambino and Joe Bananas, they had other ideas. So they called a meeting. A big meeting. Huge! Bigly!"
Into the silent pause, I hear a Canadian voice. Or, what I think is a Canadian voice. In my peripheral vision, I see a good looking man, charming, well dressed. He smiles as he talks.
"Yes. Those are the bonafides we all expect, perhaps demand, for a Trump begat woman, raised in the filth of New York City, denied access to fresh air and the opportunity for good healthcare access."
A conversation starts at the far end of the table. The German woman asks me about the sleeveless dress. A Russian voice asks for more vodka. I smile at the world's leaders. I know where I am. This is the G20 meeting or the G20 minus One. Through the Jasmine haze, I remember who I am. The world stage beckons my Liberal voice, I cry out, "Covfefe!"
They ignore me.
Defeated, even in this dream world, I excuse myself. Wrist Talker 5 helps me from my chair. I rise with a wet butt but the chair had dried. The room smells better. Hands guide me through the door. The Ivanka Trump image confronts me.
"You talk to anyone about this you ... you motherfucker I'll fuckin' cut your fuckin' balls off I'll shove them up your fuckin' ass, I'll fuckin' bury you, I'll put fuckin' ice picks in your eyes, I'll chop your fuckin' eyeballs, I'll send them to your fuckin' family so they can eat 'em for dessert. You understand me?"
"You don't hear the word No a lot, do you?"
"Yeah. I hear it all the time but it's more like, 'No. Please. No.' So here's what I think you're going to do. See Wrist Talker 6? I would do whatever he says. If he wants you to talk, talk. I would get on all fours and bark like a dog. I would do whatever it takes. Smoke some joints! Drink some wine! Whatever it is, ... Where could you run? This is the time to be happy! Life is just too short!"
The world goes black and Jasmine tickles my nose. I wake up on a bench in Lafayette Park. My butt is still wet. The blonde wig slipped to one side. The Jasmine smells like piss. There's a taxi driver waving to he. I struggle over to his cab and lean in the window.
"Don't worry about it," He says. "Happens about once a month. Some straight white dressed like Ivanka Trump, sitting on that bench. Tourists used to take pictures of them. Once the D.C. police arrested one. Nothing happens."
I stutter, "W w what should I do?"
"Don't worry about it. Get in the cab. I'll drop you at a bar. Have a few drinks. And, next time ... ask for the girdle."
My apologies to Paul Vitti and Analyze This.
It started slowly with me being mistaken for a Republican psychiatrist by the Secret Service. That's an easy mistake to make. I'm white, male, and exit mental health facilities by walking backwards.
So Homeland Security whips me off a street corner near the White House. I try to explain my motivations behind my blogs posts and that whole thing with the backpack in the public meeting. No one really seems to listen. Most of them have one hand covering an ear while talking to their jacket cuff, keeping that hand clenched.
So I sit back in the plush leather seat of the limo and focus on giving my captors the militant, 'I'll never talk' stare. I'm tough. I'm from Indiana and there's nothing but corn there. No body talks to the corn. I'm holding my own. Mentally I'm repeating the Hoosier secret mantra, "I am the rogue and the tassel."
They break me quickly, like a twig with the classic ploy, "Would you like some Dansani?"
That's who it works. Without thinking, I'm suddenly saying, "Yes." Yes to everything with a thoughtful, little Sure thrown in.
So, in the middle of my one worded conversation, which never touches on that backpack thing, Wrist Talker 3 throws a black bag over my head. My fate seems sealed. It's a rendition to a third world prison.
I don't see the point in the black hood. I can hear the planes landing and taking off. Just as I start mouth breathing, I smell jasim. Sweet. Calming. Sleep inducing. Coma causing, Jasim scented black bag gas. I'm out.
I dream of hands on my body. A tape measure sizing me up for an orange suit. I feel the little footies placed on my feet. My vision returns, blurry. The world seems to swim. I see my mirror image. Gods! I look like Ivanka Trump complete with a sleeveless dress. In this dream, Ivanka stands beside me, her image in the mirror. We look like twins! Who knew?
She says something to Wrist Talker 4 who wears sunglasses. "There's no fracken way I'll ever sit in a chair after Daddy has been sitting in it. Why can't someone else in the family go? How about Tommy the Tongue, or Louie the lip? What about you? You go. If this is the best body double, Republican psychiatrist on the planet, he's going in."
Two guys lift me to my feet and frog march me through a door. The lights are too bright but I see a fat man with an orange face rise from a chair. I'm thrust into the chair. The chair stinks. The seat feels wet on my butt. Maybe they should have added a girdle to my outfit. I smile but instantly, I'm challenged. Maybe in Italian.
"What the fuck is going on here? Who the fuck is this?"
I hear myself breaking the deadly silence, "My name is Ben Sobel... -lioni. Ben Sobellioni. I'm also known as, uh, Benny the Groin, Sammy the Schnazz, Elmer the Fudd, Tubby the Tuba, and once as Miss Phyllis Levine."
Someone coughs. I hear the whispers. "It's Trump's daughter."
The blond guy with no shirt mutters in a bad Russian accent, "Bitch."
I give him the Hoosier stare and say, "Now is that polite? Is that nice? I'm tryin' to be nice over here. Do I go up to you and say, 'Hey, you're so-and-so, the Hard-On?'"
I hear some German woman shouting. There's a magic voice in my ear, translating. "What qualifies her to sit at this table. What does she know about world events?"
"I know 1957 was a big year. The Russians put that Sputnik into outer space, the Dodgers played their last game at Ebbets Field to say goodbye to Brooklyn, that guy shot Frank Costello in the head, and missed, and the Gallo brothers whacked Albert Anastasia in the barber shop of the Sheraton View hotel. It was total chaos. With Anastasia out of the way, Vito Genovese figures he's the big boss. But Carlo Gambino and Joe Bananas, they had other ideas. So they called a meeting. A big meeting. Huge! Bigly!"
Into the silent pause, I hear a Canadian voice. Or, what I think is a Canadian voice. In my peripheral vision, I see a good looking man, charming, well dressed. He smiles as he talks.
"Yes. Those are the bonafides we all expect, perhaps demand, for a Trump begat woman, raised in the filth of New York City, denied access to fresh air and the opportunity for good healthcare access."
A conversation starts at the far end of the table. The German woman asks me about the sleeveless dress. A Russian voice asks for more vodka. I smile at the world's leaders. I know where I am. This is the G20 meeting or the G20 minus One. Through the Jasmine haze, I remember who I am. The world stage beckons my Liberal voice, I cry out, "Covfefe!"
They ignore me.
Defeated, even in this dream world, I excuse myself. Wrist Talker 5 helps me from my chair. I rise with a wet butt but the chair had dried. The room smells better. Hands guide me through the door. The Ivanka Trump image confronts me.
"You talk to anyone about this you ... you motherfucker I'll fuckin' cut your fuckin' balls off I'll shove them up your fuckin' ass, I'll fuckin' bury you, I'll put fuckin' ice picks in your eyes, I'll chop your fuckin' eyeballs, I'll send them to your fuckin' family so they can eat 'em for dessert. You understand me?"
"You don't hear the word No a lot, do you?"
"Yeah. I hear it all the time but it's more like, 'No. Please. No.' So here's what I think you're going to do. See Wrist Talker 6? I would do whatever he says. If he wants you to talk, talk. I would get on all fours and bark like a dog. I would do whatever it takes. Smoke some joints! Drink some wine! Whatever it is, ... Where could you run? This is the time to be happy! Life is just too short!"
The world goes black and Jasmine tickles my nose. I wake up on a bench in Lafayette Park. My butt is still wet. The blonde wig slipped to one side. The Jasmine smells like piss. There's a taxi driver waving to he. I struggle over to his cab and lean in the window.
"Don't worry about it," He says. "Happens about once a month. Some straight white dressed like Ivanka Trump, sitting on that bench. Tourists used to take pictures of them. Once the D.C. police arrested one. Nothing happens."
I stutter, "W w what should I do?"
"Don't worry about it. Get in the cab. I'll drop you at a bar. Have a few drinks. And, next time ... ask for the girdle."
My apologies to Paul Vitti and Analyze This.
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Putin gives Republican Party leaders Order of Lenin medals made of Fools Gold
Putin sent a dozen 'Order of Lenin' medals to the USA via FedEx. The Justice Department intercepted the package. The CIA refused to open and inspect the boxes. The package being on domestic soil, the job fell to the FBI.
Being smarter than a cat, the FBI refused to open the boxes saying, 'if we open the box, a cat dies. Nobody wants to kill a cat.'
A reporter shouting questions from the street corner nearest the potentially explosive boxes was arrested. Jelly Konrad, Republican leadership spokesperson denied any connection with the reporter's arrest. 'Yes,' she said, ' we know the reporter. He's a reporter. But, he wasn't reporting at the time of his arrest. This precludes the arrest from any violation of the reporting clause in the Constitution.'
Seance' Spicer twitted from under a rose bush that the reporter wasn't really a reporter because he wasn't reporting anything, just yelling about explosives. And, we can't have someone screaming bomb every time a box full of cats or maybe not full of cats is found by the Justice Department.
When asked why are there cats in the boxes, he repeated, 'There could be communist cats in the boxes. Maybe there aren't communist cats.'
While this exchange continued, a homeless man who looked a lot like Woody Harralson's dad, approached the boxes. Spectators, as no reporters could have been reporting what hadn't happened yet, said the man grabbed the boxes and began running down Pennsylvania Avenue.
Various reports by reporters reporting claimed the man had political motivations in stealing the boxes of cats that might not be in the boxes. Some heard him shout, "Wait 'til I get to the Grassy Knoll with this shit!"
A New England Patriot's linebacker who was not visiting the White House tackled the homeless man. That is when the boxes were dropped and broke open. The Capital police, the FBI, and Seance' Spicer threw their bodies over the broken boxes. Some reporters reported erroneously that Amy Shummer had been thrown onto the boxes. These reporters reported in a later report that it wasn't Amy. It was Melissa McCarthy.
Finally, a deep voice, perhaps that of a man speaking from the shadow filled area of the new parking garage said, 'It's not about pussy!'
We are awaiting a news Conference for pre-reporters at the Rose Garden. A preview of the topic confirms our worst fears.
'We cannot confirm or deny the existence of any communist cats at this time.'
Being smarter than a cat, the FBI refused to open the boxes saying, 'if we open the box, a cat dies. Nobody wants to kill a cat.'
A reporter shouting questions from the street corner nearest the potentially explosive boxes was arrested. Jelly Konrad, Republican leadership spokesperson denied any connection with the reporter's arrest. 'Yes,' she said, ' we know the reporter. He's a reporter. But, he wasn't reporting at the time of his arrest. This precludes the arrest from any violation of the reporting clause in the Constitution.'
Seance' Spicer twitted from under a rose bush that the reporter wasn't really a reporter because he wasn't reporting anything, just yelling about explosives. And, we can't have someone screaming bomb every time a box full of cats or maybe not full of cats is found by the Justice Department.
When asked why are there cats in the boxes, he repeated, 'There could be communist cats in the boxes. Maybe there aren't communist cats.'
While this exchange continued, a homeless man who looked a lot like Woody Harralson's dad, approached the boxes. Spectators, as no reporters could have been reporting what hadn't happened yet, said the man grabbed the boxes and began running down Pennsylvania Avenue.
Various reports by reporters reporting claimed the man had political motivations in stealing the boxes of cats that might not be in the boxes. Some heard him shout, "Wait 'til I get to the Grassy Knoll with this shit!"
A New England Patriot's linebacker who was not visiting the White House tackled the homeless man. That is when the boxes were dropped and broke open. The Capital police, the FBI, and Seance' Spicer threw their bodies over the broken boxes. Some reporters reported erroneously that Amy Shummer had been thrown onto the boxes. These reporters reported in a later report that it wasn't Amy. It was Melissa McCarthy.
Finally, a deep voice, perhaps that of a man speaking from the shadow filled area of the new parking garage said, 'It's not about pussy!'
We are awaiting a news Conference for pre-reporters at the Rose Garden. A preview of the topic confirms our worst fears.
'We cannot confirm or deny the existence of any communist cats at this time.'
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Noose tightens on Putin and Republicans
Troubled? Troubled!?
A CEO of a family corporation worth billions, makes a hundred grand doing a reality TV show based on the tag line, "You're fired."
The Republicans nominate that CEO and elects him President of the United States. And, when that CEO acts like the tyrant in a Hollywood movie about all that can go wrong in a Banana Republic, all you have to say,
"I feel a little troubled by the second firing of a top federal law enforcement officer involved in the investigation of Russian election interference and international Republican collusion to seize our government."
Read the quote about being troubled while watching Democracy being beaten to death.
Six Reasons Comey might have been fired.
My Six Reasons Comey was fired.
1. Under oath, Comey admitted to be nauseated by Republicans in the White House.
2. Insecure old fart in the White House has to sleep in his New Jersey doghouse because his Russian bride said, 'No way, Jose!'
3. Presidents can't fire comedians on Saturday Night Live.
4. There's a secret war in Cambodia where we are illegally fighting Godless Communists.
5. There were no alien ships or bodies in Area 51.
6. Putin said, "Kim Jong Un told me, you have a little dick and can't get it up without Science. And, Comey told me it was true!"
A CEO of a family corporation worth billions, makes a hundred grand doing a reality TV show based on the tag line, "You're fired."
The Republicans nominate that CEO and elects him President of the United States. And, when that CEO acts like the tyrant in a Hollywood movie about all that can go wrong in a Banana Republic, all you have to say,
"I feel a little troubled by the second firing of a top federal law enforcement officer involved in the investigation of Russian election interference and international Republican collusion to seize our government."
Read the quote about being troubled while watching Democracy being beaten to death.
Six Reasons Comey might have been fired.
My Six Reasons Comey was fired.
1. Under oath, Comey admitted to be nauseated by Republicans in the White House.
2. Insecure old fart in the White House has to sleep in his New Jersey doghouse because his Russian bride said, 'No way, Jose!'
3. Presidents can't fire comedians on Saturday Night Live.
4. There's a secret war in Cambodia where we are illegally fighting Godless Communists.
5. There were no alien ships or bodies in Area 51.
6. Putin said, "Kim Jong Un told me, you have a little dick and can't get it up without Science. And, Comey told me it was true!"
Friday, February 17, 2017
We finished the Wall Press Conference
Almost live from the White House:
Republican President Donald Trump arrives riding a white Charger.
Fox News reports: The President rode in a white Dodge Charger driven by Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
CNN reports: The President was playing with a Tonka toy.
The President walks to the podium and leads the Pressroom reporters in prayer.
Fox News: The President humbled himself before the fake news reporters.
CNN: The President nodded off with his chin on his chest, snoring.
"Good afternoon, Members of the Press and all you others.
Today, I announce completion of the Wall with Mexico but did I mention my exceptional victory in the Electoral College? Most of you others haven't been reporting the truth but I had millions, millions I say, come to my after party. We won by the largest margin ever. I had 307 and half. That Green Party lady got none. Impressive victory.
The Wall. We started the wall right after calling Russian in December. I said, "I'm going to build the wall." Some of you don't remember and didn't report it. Putin has it on tape. So, while you losers were making up stories about Russian. And, Russia is fake. Fake. We built the Wall. That's right. THE Wall.
It's done and no one reported on it. Fake news will say I never built it. But, we did. I did. It's there. Duh!
We have pictures. I'm not going to share them. The fake news won't print them. Honestly. Honest.
My car is running like a well oiled machine. My driver says so. I don't have a mechanic. Don't need one. Nothing breaks while I'm around.
So, I won. It was big. I'm keeping my campaign promises. Counting my votes again. I got more votes than money. Did any one have any questions?"
Fox News reports: The legitimate President's new conference concluded quietly after a brief question and answer period.
CNN reports: As Trump left the pressroom, three reporters were shot with tazers by the Secret Service as Trump giggled like a girl.
Republican President Donald Trump arrives riding a white Charger.
Fox News reports: The President rode in a white Dodge Charger driven by Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
CNN reports: The President was playing with a Tonka toy.
The President walks to the podium and leads the Pressroom reporters in prayer.
Fox News: The President humbled himself before the fake news reporters.
CNN: The President nodded off with his chin on his chest, snoring.
"Good afternoon, Members of the Press and all you others.
Today, I announce completion of the Wall with Mexico but did I mention my exceptional victory in the Electoral College? Most of you others haven't been reporting the truth but I had millions, millions I say, come to my after party. We won by the largest margin ever. I had 307 and half. That Green Party lady got none. Impressive victory.
The Wall. We started the wall right after calling Russian in December. I said, "I'm going to build the wall." Some of you don't remember and didn't report it. Putin has it on tape. So, while you losers were making up stories about Russian. And, Russia is fake. Fake. We built the Wall. That's right. THE Wall.
It's done and no one reported on it. Fake news will say I never built it. But, we did. I did. It's there. Duh!
We have pictures. I'm not going to share them. The fake news won't print them. Honestly. Honest.
My car is running like a well oiled machine. My driver says so. I don't have a mechanic. Don't need one. Nothing breaks while I'm around.
So, I won. It was big. I'm keeping my campaign promises. Counting my votes again. I got more votes than money. Did any one have any questions?"
Fox News reports: The legitimate President's new conference concluded quietly after a brief question and answer period.
CNN reports: As Trump left the pressroom, three reporters were shot with tazers by the Secret Service as Trump giggled like a girl.
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Trump Bans
Just released via Twitter for immediate retort:
By executive order, by the power invested in me in the unrigged election where I won the popular vote by 'millions,' the following words are banned.
Ray-ban
Bananas
Slurban
Ameban
Urban
Goban
All these bans are banned until the current Mulban ban is banned. Until then, all words ending in ban will be replaced with Trumpban.
By executive order, by the power invested in me in the unrigged election where I won the popular vote by 'millions,' the following words are banned.
Ray-ban
Bananas
Slurban
Ameban
Urban
Goban
All these bans are banned until the current Mulban ban is banned. Until then, all words ending in ban will be replaced with Trumpban.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Trump's accomplishments on first weekend in office
Donald Trump just named MVP of NFC Championship Game.
Afterwards, he played 18 holes of golf and scored 19 holes in one.
Per White House Press release marked, "Alternative facts."
Afterwards, he played 18 holes of golf and scored 19 holes in one.
Per White House Press release marked, "Alternative facts."
Trump at work
At work. Two of my co-workers told me the Clintons had closed down their 'foundation,' taken down the website, and were shredding documents. They're going to be in prison for the rest of their lives. Trump's keeping his promise to arrest her.
So, being work, my response was mild. 'Oh wow! No shit! You're not kidding me are you?'
No. The website has been taken down.
So I opened the website which is very against policy. 'Hey! It's still working!'
But it doesn't work. Trump has probably seized it to get donor lists. No one can donate now, especially the Saudi Princes.
So, I made a $25 donation while they watched.
Still unconvinced, they began showing me editorial headlines.
So I showed them Snopes.
So they showed me a FoxNews link.
So I read the content to them. On August 22, Bill Clinton announced the downsizing of the Global Initiative, which operates under the Foundation umbrella. All employees had been notified of the coming change to take effect, January 1, 2017.
I had a quiet night at work after that.
So, being work, my response was mild. 'Oh wow! No shit! You're not kidding me are you?'
No. The website has been taken down.
So I opened the website which is very against policy. 'Hey! It's still working!'
But it doesn't work. Trump has probably seized it to get donor lists. No one can donate now, especially the Saudi Princes.
So, I made a $25 donation while they watched.
Still unconvinced, they began showing me editorial headlines.
So I showed them Snopes.
So they showed me a FoxNews link.
So I read the content to them. On August 22, Bill Clinton announced the downsizing of the Global Initiative, which operates under the Foundation umbrella. All employees had been notified of the coming change to take effect, January 1, 2017.
I had a quiet night at work after that.
Friday, January 20, 2017
Education and the word on the street
In my street confrontation with my neighborhood friend, my friend bitched about how his wife, a teacher, was forced to work well into the night, usually in the basement while he slept.
He mentioned that all the Flowery Branch elite had fled the public schools leaving these kids that don't even know their daddies. He repeated that at least twice, These kids don't even know their daddies.
His suggestion? If we hear anyone talk about becoming a teacher, Beat them with a club. If they get up, beat them again. Keep beating them until they no longer want to be teachers.
Sounds like he wants to beat his wife, eh?
He mentioned that all the Flowery Branch elite had fled the public schools leaving these kids that don't even know their daddies. He repeated that at least twice, These kids don't even know their daddies.
His suggestion? If we hear anyone talk about becoming a teacher, Beat them with a club. If they get up, beat them again. Keep beating them until they no longer want to be teachers.
Sounds like he wants to beat his wife, eh?
Thursday, January 19, 2017
Trump kills Big Bird. Cuts the legs off Kermit. Eats Ms. Piggy's bacon for breakfast.
Today, at 3.13 am, Trump killed the last of an endangered species, Big Bird. The bird went quietly. The last gasps too quiet to be heard over the roars of the crowds. Like any good New York City contract hit, the body and the blood on the street lasted longer than the funeral. Or, the unfulfilled promises offered only in youth.
Like all children, Big Bird started with ambitious thoughts of perspective parents that their child would be special. But, the long neck of the awkward big could not support parental ambitions. And, Trump gave the graceful shot of mercy using the all powerful pen and the smallest hands.
The new regimes spouting in the many States, denied the family any public ceremony by turning the fresh carcass over to private dogs. The fight for the last bone will be hidden from public and prying eyes.
We expect a New York chef soon will fry frog legs one evening with a nice Chianti and beans or prepare a formal Sunday brunch with bacon strips freshly hand sliced from world famous pork belly.
What appetite. Let it be satiated soon.
Like all children, Big Bird started with ambitious thoughts of perspective parents that their child would be special. But, the long neck of the awkward big could not support parental ambitions. And, Trump gave the graceful shot of mercy using the all powerful pen and the smallest hands.
The new regimes spouting in the many States, denied the family any public ceremony by turning the fresh carcass over to private dogs. The fight for the last bone will be hidden from public and prying eyes.
We expect a New York chef soon will fry frog legs one evening with a nice Chianti and beans or prepare a formal Sunday brunch with bacon strips freshly hand sliced from world famous pork belly.
What appetite. Let it be satiated soon.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Israel shuts down Mossad. No longer needs intelligence?
Donald Trump will announce the Israel intelligence agency, the Mossad, talked itself out of existence today.
The Mossad tweets will be posted at 3:17 am EST.
When asked which day, Trump replied. I'll tell you when.
The Mossad tweets will be posted at 3:17 am EST.
When asked which day, Trump replied. I'll tell you when.
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