Accidental Honesty

Not so long ago, Donald Trump was promising the American people ‘So Much Winning” that we’d get tired of all the winning.  The Dotard repeatedly told us all to be prepared for an amount of winning that would exceed that of even the estimable Charlie Sheen.  And before anybody asks, the answer is NO!,  I am not still upset about that failed job application I made to Team Sheen once upon a time.  You don’t take a chance you don’t stand a chance.

Once Trump started ripping Catholic babies off the bosoms of mothers named Maria and the so-called moral majority remained silent, it forever tainted the remains of the evangelical Christian Nationalists by highlighting that their morality is more suspect than Hannibal Lectors choice in diet,  I called that a win. Remember that once the Marmalade Colored Mussolini got into office, we weren’t five minutes into the actual Dotard Era before we were being intellectually assaulted by the ‘crowd size’ claims of Little Donnie, yet those with the most obvious exaltations against bearing false witness were, and still are, the most vociferous apologists for Trump.  

From that point on, the majority of America not myopic or mentally different enough (Amen, Christians!) to accept faith over truth, immediately defined ‘Winning” as “Trump being unceremoniously exposed as a compromised Russian asset with a megalomaniacal attitude towards American justice, long standing tradition and the kind of good common sense our mama’s raised us with. 

I’m told that the Psychic Friends Network Department at The Tim Channel feels the same towards Fox News and foresees that Sean Hannity is bound to end up being charged as an accessory.

What Have We Learned?

If you are determined to consort with hookers and decide to run for President, you have to own your debauchery.  Brag on it instead of being ashamed.  Have the hookers in the middle of your raucous crowds, waving banners and braggin’ about your ‘stamina’!!  Trump was just raised in the wrong epoch.  Trapped in an earlier era’s primitive advertising injunctions against evangelizing the benefits of libertine sexual expressions and afraid to confront the so-called moral majority he is beholden to.  In a much earlier era, perhaps the ‘conservative’ one he desires a return to, he could freely fuck his horse at or after an Emperor’s feast in front of the entire Senate and it’d hardly raise an eyebrow. You kinda have to pity a guy born so far after his time.

For at least the last year, there’s been so much winning in regard to exposing the obvious crimes noted above that’s we’re now at a point where indictments, convictions and pleas are falling faster than Monica Lewinsky’s panties ever could.  We just learned today that Trump paid at least a couple women hundreds of thousands of dollars to keep quiet about how far he had them pull down their panties!  We even know that The National Enquirer paid the hush money on the notification of his now convicted and imprisoned lawyer, Michael Cohen.  We know Trump is Individual 1.  Is this not a glorious holiday season!  Overwhelmed with the winning.

And that’s even before factoring in the extreme ‘winning’ that the “keep the hookers quiet during the election” side of the equation brought to the hullabaloo.  There is the entire “Butina just plead out” to funding the NRA thing. Pictures of her have been seen hanging on the office walls of off half of the Republicans in congress.  Same dudes we daily see masturbating over their God given right to own assault rifles (with extra capacity magazines), enhanced by the lingering scent of her perfume on their collars no doubt.  The NRA is going bankrupt, simultaneously at the time of the withdrawal of all that Russian laundered payola.  The National Russia Association is another victim of Trumpianism.  Like the Republican party itself.  Near bankrupt and not worth saving.  Never imagined I could win this big in my entire life.  That may be the only thing Trump actually ended up being honest about without knowing how much it’d end up biting him in the ass.

Enjoy.

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When I Was a Kid

We kicked cans in the street
Braved a Jart to the ribs
Thought Jesus would save us
When I was a kid.

We cherished love
The hippies their lids
Jesus played his guitar
When I was a kid.

Time passed quickly
Jesus aged as I did
He wasn’t the guy
I knew as a kid.

I returned to the scriptures
Were they always this glib?
It was never as simple
As I thought as a kid.

The Nazi’s were an anathema
Dictators? Undid
Things were quite different
When I was a kid.

Now Republican Jesus
Sells us out for a quid
That’s not what I’d figured
When I was a kid.

Enjoy.

 

 

Failure to Investigate Russian Connections

The Big Question

Who else is compromised inside the Republican circles?  Is their reluctance to take action against Trump fueled by more than partisan fervor?  It would be adolescent to believe that Russian hacking and compromising would be limited to Trump.  It’s not beyond the pale to imagine that this Russian push to compromise US officials is limited to just the Republican party either.  Did I miss this conversation on ‘traditional media’?

Enjoy.

Timpossibilities

 
 A Colorado winter living  in a minivan with my trusty Bandit?  Many say it can’t be done, but we are about to test that theory, hard.  It might be more appropriate at this point in time to note that we are already several days into “test” mode, hunkered down for the night, awaiting the first Rocky winter storm to hit in a couple hours.  It’ll be a little chilly until I burrow into my “bunk” and snuggle up with Bandit.  I’ll probably run the van for five or ten minutes to heat it up one more time before I call it a night.  Pretty laid back vibe going on inside the van right now.  I’m listening to a couple of the better local stations slinging great mixes on the radio as the slowly freezing rain steadily taps the top of the van.  It’s guaranteed to go into full blizzard mode with fifty mile an hour winds between now and dawn. I don’t focus on how primal my connection with the environment is because it has to be better than getting here in a covered wagon.  Follow along with me on my adventure on my YouTube channel

Enjoy. 

Jimmy the Bull Terrier

Jimmy