Monday, August 28, 2017

Say it Ain't So, Joe - A First-Ever Imperial Wardrobe Two Fer

I want to first extend my sympathies to all of the folks in Southeast Texas who are currently enduring the most epic shock in recent or recorded history. I'll come back to that topic in another blog, because this isn't/wasn't just a "natural disaster," but no is not the time for that discussion.

It is the time, however, to try to unpack the President's sucker punch to the Constitution and the institution of the administration of justice. Of course, I could be talking about any number of raging dumpster fires set by the Donald and his minions, but in this case I'm talking about his pardon for ("Sheriff") Joe Arpaio. This is the self-styled Heinrich Himmler of the Southwest who terrorized anyone who might have resembled being Hispanic by ordering his deputies to aggressively round up possible illegal immigrant and then place them in detention centers, which Arpaio himself proudly referred to as "concentration camps." These detention centers were in the middle of the desert, and detainees were forced to live under the 145 degree sun with only a tent to protect them from the elements. And then there's their loss of dignity from having their liberty stolen by some jack-booted fascist thugs, who gleefully beat them while they were cut off from their loved ones and their livelihoods.

He would have certainly made "die Fuhrer" proud with his flagrantly ethnocentric-based abuses of human rights.

Of course, with pedigree like that, it's hardly a surprise that our Putin-worshiping, Nazi-lover of a President would extend a presidential pardon to Arpaio, whose terrorist tactics provide a concrete example of putting Trump's fear-based, hate-driven white nationalism into practice. Barring a miraculous growth spurt in spinal tissue among the Republican Party, this is what we have to look forward to for the next 3+ years. G-d help us all.



Monday, August 21, 2017

Winin' 'n' Dinin'

Just back from a much-needed break in the lovely Sacramento Mountains of New Mexico. Of course I couldn't keep away from the news, especially not with the events in Charlottesville last week. No, I wasn't surprised at what happened. What was surprising was that the Nazi scum's muscle didn't open fire on the counter-protesters.

And I was especially not surprised by Trump's embrace and defense of the Nazi scum and their actions. Okay, I get it. His was the first full-throated defense of the indefensible by a U.S. president. So, what? All of the other presidents, many of whom were also racists and anti-Semites as much in word as in deed, get a pass because they used a dog whistle and not a bullhorn? It's got to be both and. All of the past U.S. presidents who failed to protect and promote justice for all citizens should be called to account by historians (acts of omission), AND all of them who perpetrated such acts of injustice should also be called to account (acts of commission).

Donald Trump, of course, is simply off the scale, so one cannot even consider him in the same conversation. He is simply the...worst...president...EVER. Period, Full Stop. The End.


Monday, August 7, 2017

The Lyin' King

It was almost within 24 hours of my last post that the Mooch got shown the door by Gen. John Kelly, the new White House Chief of Staff. I just can't keep up with this clown show, but then nobody really can. So, as much as I know I should pick something that is right in the moment topical, I couldn't resist this idea, which seems to be a bit more timeless, if there's ever any such thing with the current administration.

I guess I'm unconsciously reading into the future. At some point, this savagely idiotic operation that is the Trump administration will begin eating its own young. Hence, the idea of portraying Junior as Simba, because I'm guessing he'll be the first of the brood to get thrown under the bus, or chucked over the cliff, as it were. And who better than to do the chucking then the administration's very own Jabba the Hutt, Steve Baboonon? Meanwhile, the Donald, a.k.a., MoFo-suh, will be sitting sphinx-like, if only for a NY minute, until he launches into another whiny embrace of victimhood, blaming everyone but himself for the deep pile of fecal matter he's managed to bury himself under.

Good luck, General Kelly; you're sure as heck gonna need it with this "pride" of lyin' so-and-so's.