WWSP's Shadow of th Marigold

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

What's Up with People?!

Relationships. How do they work when they work? How do they not work when they don't work? How does a relationship thrive? How does it fall apart? What do we need from another person? How do we know another person? Why do we struggle to know ourselves? What's up with people? What is Love? What is Hate? Why are we so confounding? Maddening? Ridiculous? Tragic? What is Art? How does Great Art enrich us? How does Art make us better people? What inspires us? What animates us? What deepens our understanding? And our Humanity? What is knowledge? What is Wisdom? What connects us? What are the invisible connectors that connect us to everything and everyone? What are the threads? Phantom Thread...

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Don't Want to Coarsen the Language!

Yeah, I changed my mind (see previous post). I don't really want to contribute to the "coarsening of the language." So when it comes to monikors for our current President, #45, I have decided to take the higher road. Let's be funny, let's be creative, let's reach for the perfect label.

Here are a few names that have been suggested by friends:

Cheeto Jesus
Commander Marmalade
The Orange-Headed Idiot

Here are some names I've come up with myself:

Noxious, Toxic, Circus Clown
President Deplorable
Little Baby Man

I guess, I won't standardize. I won't just pick one. I expect to use all of these in rotation. That is all folks!

Monday, January 15, 2018

Yes, inevitably, it's President SHITHOLE!

A Wise Person once said: "We don't see things as they are, We see them as we are." So by that logic if you see SHITHOLES everywhere in the world, it is you who is a SHITHOLE!

EDITOR'S NOTE: We have new "style guide" for this blog. We have decided to standardize on how we refer to our current President, number 45. In the past we have described him in a variety of ways: Noxious Clown, Mendacious Toxic Idiot, Racist, Fool, Ignoramus.

His current Cabinet Members have also described him with some colorful language: Dumb as Shit, Idiot, Fucking Moron, Hopeless Idiot, Stupid, Fucking Idiot, Fucking Fool.

And for awhile we settled on the "Grab Them By the Pussy" President, because, well, these were his own words. But no doubt, it was a bit unwieldy, too long, too many characters.  So from today going forward whenever we refer to 45 we will call him PRESIDENT SHITHOLE! It does roll off the tongue nicely. Indeed.

BTW: Nice Work. This was projected on Trump's (ShitHoles'), D.C. Hotel.

Updated Editor's Note: Upon reflection, I've decided this will be the first and last use of "President Shithole." He does deserve the name, but I won't write it, or speak it. Let the man swim in his own obscenity. I will choose the higher road. That is all!

Sunday, January 14, 2018

"Picture Him Chasing Me Around His Hotel Room in His Tighty-Whities!"

It's not surprising to read that our "Grab Them By the Pussy President" paid a Porn Star $130,000 to stay silent about an intimate encounter. In fact, it's hard to believe this man could get laid without some serious scratch involved. Talk about a dirty, nasty job. 

So yeah, the story is not that shocking, or interesting, except of course, if you actually read it. The hilarity is in the details.
I would expect Alec Baldwin and SNL to reenact it all for our edification. Check it out:

"Evans said she talked to (Stormy) Daniels the next day, apologized for bailing, and asked her how the night went. “She tells me, ‘All I’m going to say is: I ended up with Donald in his hotel room. Picture him chasing me around his hotel room in his tighty-whities.’"

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Hate-Filled, Vile & Racist! So?

I live in Illinois. I guess that makes me an  Illinoisan. Illinois is known as the Land of Lincoln, and the heart of America. I just discovered this morning that Illinois also has many other nicknames including "The Garden of the West," "The Sucker State," and "Egypt." Who knew?

Anyway, Dick Durbin, one of our U.S. Senators is a mild-mannered, bland, milquetoast, nebbishy kind of guy. He is not a glory-hog, not in the papers or on TV that often. He is in the news now because he was at the now infamous "Shit-Hole" meeting with our current "Racist in Chief."

 Dick Durbin, described the Racist, Grab Them By the Pussy President and his language as: "Hate-Filled, Vile and Racist." Many of us, of course, are shocked, saddened, maddened, appalled, disgusted, by these comments.

For others amongst us, this no big deal.  Being hate-filled, vile and racist is a feature, not a bug. Thus, the crazy divide in our country. You may wonder how anyone can defend these comments.

I must remind you that you can find people to defend just about anyone and anything. There have been apologists and defenders of all kinds of bad actors and bad acts in the history of mankind. There were plenty of folks who defended Hitler, Stalin, Lenin, Mao, Milosevic, Genghis Khan, Pol Pot, George Wallace.

Bad shit. Bad actors. Defenders defending the indefensible.  Common. Yes, for some folks a feature not a bug. For the rest of us, a pesky, unwanted bug that should be called out, isolated, and swept out of office at the earliest possible opportunity!

Friday, January 12, 2018

American Nero!

It's great when you can rely on other people to write about our "Grab Them By the Pussy" President. Frankly it's exhausting writing about this guy. Still, never fail, he constantly provokes. There is a never-ending stream of mendacious stupidity that makes you want to spit, cry, laugh, and punch a wall, all at the same time. 

It's like that crazy old coot in the neighborhood always ranting at the passing traffic. He should be locked in his room, we should take all his toys away, and bring him plates of jello, and let him watch Fox News all day. But no, this guy is on TV, on Twitter all the freaking time! Exhausting!

So let's turn to other writers to take on the task of processing it all. First up Kevin Drum reviews the week of the "I Am Not a Moron" Tour -- A Report Card! Grisly! The grade? D Minus! Because of course this Freaking Idiot must be graded on a curve!

Next up is David Remnick, Editor in Chief of the New Yorker. It's is great to read writers who are more well-read than you. Why? You get paragraphs like these, a gratifying thing of beauty, "The Grab Them By the Pussy"  President is our American Nero

"What made the Emperor Nero tick, Suetonius writes in “Lives of the Caesars,” was “a longing for immortality and undying fame, though it was ill-regulated.” Many Romans were convinced that Nero was mentally unbalanced and that he had burned much of the imperial capital to the ground just to make room for the construction of the Domus Aurea, a gold-leaf-and-marble palace that stretched from the Palatine to the Esquiline Hill. At enormous venues around the city, he is said to have sung, danced, and played the water organ for many hours—but not before ordering the gates locked to insure that the house would remain full until after the final encore. Driven half mad by Nero’s antics, Romans feigned death or shimmied over the walls with ropes to escape.

Chaotic, corrupt, incurious, infantile, grandiose, and obsessed with gaudy real estate, Donald Trump is of a Neronic temperament. He has always craved attention. Now the whole world is his audience. In earlier times, Trump cultivated, among others, the proprietors and editors of the New York tabloids, Fox News, TMZ, and the National Enquirer. Now Twitter is his principal outlet, with no mediation necessary...

... there is little doubt about who Donald Trump is, the harm he has done already, and the greater harm he threatens. He is unfit to hold any public office, much less the highest in the land. This is not merely an orthodoxy of the opposition; his panicked courtiers have been leaking word of it from his first weeks in office. The President of the United States has become a leading security threat to the United States." - D. Remnick

Thursday, January 11, 2018

"I Talk to the Wind." - King Crimson

For some reason, "In the Court of the Crimson King" has been on constant repeat on my CD player for days and days. There is something about this record that speaks to me. This time. This place. This NOW.

I do this too... all day, everyday...

[Verse 1]
Said the straight man to the late man
"Where have you been?"
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear, the wind cannot hear

[Verse 2]
I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see?
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear, the wind cannot hear

[Verse 3]
You don't possess me, don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time

I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear, the wind cannot hear
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear, the wind cannot hear

[Verse 1]
Said the straight man to the late man
"Where have you been?"
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

So Much News!

So many things to write about this morning... sort of paralyzing... 

What do you say when a Contemptible Asshole publicly destroys himself? Not sure. Maybe you just marvel at the display. Just how did Contemptible Asshole do it? Speaking the truth (for once, accidentally, inadvertantly?), about another Contemptible Asshole... oh my, what was that word bubbling up from that noxious pile of bilious bile? "Treasonous!"

What to say when a Senator breaks all the rules, and releases the raw transcript of the origin of the "Steele Dossier?" I mean, what do you call such a Senator? Hero!

What to say when it's revealed that the Republican Party is in total panic mode, going all out to protect the Russian Dupe in the White House? No surprise! A party of treasonous weasels!

Tuesday, January 09, 2018

Don't Cross a Black Cat!

Cats: (Felis silvestris catus or Felis catus) is a small, typically furry, carnivorous mammal.

The domestic cat is believed to have evolved from the Near Eastern wildcat, whose range covers vast portions of the Middle East westward to the Atlantic coast of Africa. Between 70,000 and 100,000 years ago the animal gave rise to the genetic lineage that eventually produced all domesticated cats, having diverged from the Near Eastern wildcat around 8,000 BC in the Middle East.

They are independent. They basically tolerate us. We are fascinated by them. Don't cross a black cat. Bad luck.

Personally. I love cats. And they are attracted to me. There is some kind of kismet there. Of course, I am highly, highly allergic to Felis Silvestris. They are toxic to my being.  So, of course, life dictates that I spend much time trying to coexist with these little mysterious creatures.

Monday, January 08, 2018

An Obsequious Toady!

"Yes the President is a Genius..." - Stephen Miller, Trump Political Advisor

An obsequious toady. Smug. Insufferable. A boot-licker supreme. You almost expected the inevitable moment when Stephen Miller started "goose-stepping" around the CNN set screaming "Mein Furher, Mein Furher!"

And they had to "escort him off the set!" Brilliant!

Sunday, January 07, 2018

Patience Grasshopper

I think this an important post from Kevin Drum. He points out that the Republican Party is in "full-on panic mode." And he sort of counsels that the rest of us should not panic.  The tide is against the GOP. Patience Grasshopper. Maybe "The Grab Them By the Pussy President" is gonna bring the apocalypse, but maybe not...

So here’s the situation (emphasis added!):
  • The Republican Party is screwed. Both their base and the conservative media-industrial complex are all-in on racial grievance-mongering, but it’s clear that this is a losing strategy nationwide that’s only going to get worse. The demographic argument for the GOP’s demise has been a Chicken Little prediction for years, but it’s pretty clear that the sky really is falling now.
  • By a fluke, they won anyway in 2016.
  • At the moment, it looks like they’re about to get squashed like bugs in the 2018 midterms.

Saturday, January 06, 2018

Deep Throat in the Russian Clusterfuck?!

I had this thought myself yesterday...

Is there a "Deep Throat" in the Russia Investigation? I mean, of course, Deep Throat (Watergate), not Deep Throat (The Film)

Is there at least one deeply-embedded source feeding leads to the Mueller investigative team? Is there one patriot in the whole bloody lot of rotters? 

One can hope. 

And looking at the way the story is unfolding, deep secrets seem to slip out every week, it seems likely that loose lips are flapping.  Funny, just as I thought of it, I came across this article yesterday. "Robert Mueller May Have a Deep Throat Witness on Russia."

Wouldn't that just be the ticket to glory?!

Friday, January 05, 2018

Why is Fatboy So Fat?!

Salacious Gossip: "Implying a certain kind of moral looseness, salacious is often used to describe nasty gossip, obscene reports and steamy tales. Salacious things are usually not fit for general public consumption and probably need some kind of parental guidance warning. Think of the tawdry accounts of some politician's affair with a staffer, or a particularly sex-filled reality show on TV."

Hey, this might not be the most consequential tidbit from Michael Wolff's Fire and Fury, but it might be the funniest. It answers the question, "Why is Fatboy so Fat?"

"According to a new book, Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House, POTUS likes fast food because no one knows he’s going to be there so there’s no chance of anyone tampering with the food."

“He had a longtime fear of being poisoned, one reason why he liked to eat at McDonald’s — nobody knew he was coming and the food was safely premade,” writes author Michael Wolff, revealed in an excerpt of the book published by New York Magazine."

Yes, "fear of being poisoned." Maybe not so crazy. I mean, it's clear that anyone who gets to know this guy, loathes this guy! Karma! So as a remedy the Orange-Headed Idiot is not so slowly poisoning himself with fast-food... perfect!

And the people that do get close to "The Grab Them By the Pussy" President, what do they say about him? Let's play a little game...

Thursday, January 04, 2018

"Ever Get the Feeling You've Been Cheated?"

Yesterday a "Neutron Bomb" went off in Washington D.C. An excerpt from Michael Wolff's book "Fire and Fury" was published by New York Magazine. OMG! Must-Read!

How do I sum it up? What a Shit-Show. Think "Spring-Time for Hitler from Hell." Whatever you thought about our current "Grab Them By The Pussy President" and his gruesome band of boot-licking lackeys, never mind, it's way worse than you ever imagined.

It all made me think of Johnny Rotten and his infamous words from the last U.S. show, on the Sex Pistols first U.S. tour - Winterland Theater, San Francisco, CA January 14, 1978...

That is the question I'd like to ask the 62,979,636 Dolts that voted for Trump. What a con-job! Trump didn't want the job! It was all a failed brand-building bid. Instead of #MAGA, we got #ShitShow! Hah!

Years from now, it will be hard to find anyone who will admit that they voted for the Orange-Headed Idiot. Just like no one voted for Nixon. But at moment the Dolts are still in deep denial. Shite!

Wednesday, January 03, 2018

"A Crime in Progress."

You think this must be a parody account. No such luck. Sorry, I mean, Happy New Year, right? But, I must say, "WTF!" We have a very unwell person in the White House. Very, very unwell. Unsound of mind, of heart, of soul. 

Two megalomanical madmen. Let's hope neither button works. Can we unconnect those things?! And put those guys in rubber rooms?  Please?!

Of course, not only is he unwell, but he is a Russian Asset...

This morning, Glenn Simpson & Peter Fritsch, the founders of Fusion GPS, have an "opinion piece" in the NYT about "The Steele Dossier" and Republicans Fake Investigations.

More blockbuster stuff: 

"Yes, we hired Mr. Steele, a highly respected Russia expert. But we did so without informing him whom we were working for and gave him no specific marching orders beyond this basic question: Why did Mr. Trump repeatedly seek to do deals in a notoriously corrupt police state that most serious investors shun?

What came back shocked us. Mr. Steele’s sources in Russia (who were not paid) reported on an extensive — and now confirmed — effort by the Kremlin to help elect Mr. Trump president. Mr. Steele saw this as a crime in progress and decided he needed to report it to the F.B.I."

Tuesday, January 02, 2018

Trump vs. the Deep State!

This is probably the most important article you could read this morning. Enlighten yourself this 2nd day of 2018: Benjamin Wittes' "Why Trump's War on the Deep State is Failing - So Far."

Clear-headed. Well-reasoned. Backed up with facts. Yes, Trump has disfigured, disgraced, disrupted our Country. He has attacked the Rule of Law, the Justice Department, the FBI, the CIA, all that he derides as the "Deep State."

But, thankfully, the Deep State is pushing back. And they do have the facts and the law on their side. We should all be rallying to embrace the Rule of Law, the Constitution, a free and fair Justice Department.  This is a fight for the soul of the country... stay tuned...

Monday, January 01, 2018

Blue 2018!

I am starting 2018 at the bottom. Rock bottom. I mean, I suppose there is farther to fall, but I can't imagine it, or okay, that's not correct, I can imagine it, but it is frankly unimaginable. There is pain, suffering and misery, there is death, there is deep, dark, blackness, those are the things I contemplate not contemplating.

I am a hopeful soul. It's just built into my DNA. Not sure where that comes from, but it's my go-to mode. Still this first day of 2018 seems pretty damn bleak. Sub-zero. Insanely cold. And if I am to be honest with my self, prospects for the New Year don't seem all that great.

I mean that all-around. Lots of fears, worries, concerns... prospective failures. So how do I turn this darkness into gold? I imagine that I am at the bottom, and can't fall through the cracks to a certain Hell, so maybe I touch bottom, and spring back up to the surface, renewed. Like a birth experience.

I am listening to Elvis Presley's "Sun Sessions" this morning. The birth of r&r. The touchstone. The lodestar. The music is basic, simple - guitars, acoustic bass, a stark combo, fronted by a supremely weird, unconventional, spooky-strange voice. This morning even these Sun Sessions seem a bit dark. Out of time. Sort of Hermetic. Otherworldly. Lost. 

(R. Rodgers - L. Hart)
Blue moon,
You saw me standing alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own.

Blue moon,
You knew just what I was there for.
You heard me saying a pray for
Someone I really could care for.

Blue moon,
You saw me standing alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own.

Blue moon...
Without a love of my own.

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Always Be Wary of the Coffee Boy!

If you read this blog, you know that I do HATE the current President. I know hate is a strong word. I don't use it lightly. I know I'm not supposed to hate, I try my best not to sully my spirit with hatred, but, unfortunately, in this case, it is the overriding emotion when it comes to 45. Let's say I am working on a joyous, forgiving, playful hatred of this man. Everything he represents, everything he embodies, everything he does, everything, evokes a deep in the bone loathing, dislike, disgust, and aversion...

Definition of hate
1a : intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury
b : extreme dislike or disgust : antipathy, loathing
had a great hate of hard work
2: an object of hatred

I am happy to report that 2018's Movie of the Year will be "Stupid Watergate." We can also expect a quick, followup sequel, Part II, entitled "Stupid Treason."

Looks like the Coffee Boy, George Poppa Doppa may emerge as the "John Dean" of "Stupid Watergate." Intriguing story. A drunken conversation in a bar tips off Australian Intelligence that 45's campaign is "colluding" over stolen emails with the Russians! Hah! You must always be wary of the "Coffee Boy," you never know, he may be the key boy who unravels a Presidency! Empowering for "Coffee Boys" all over the Globe!

Saturday, December 30, 2017

"Don't fall down!"

A man slips and falls. Hilarity ensues. That's how it works in comedies and in the movies. 

In "real life" a man slips on the icy porch, his frozen-solid boots lose their grip, slide forward, his weight shifts, his coffee cup flies from his gloved hand into the bush on the side of the stairway, and he crashes down with a sickening thud, finds himself laid out on the stairs. 

There is a moment of stunned silence. "What happened?" A simple fall. Then there is the damage assessment. "Did I break anything?" Guess not. A sore lower back. A sore wrist. What is that word? Contusion - "injury to tissue usually without laceration : bruise."

Dodged a bullet. Amazing. No broken bones. No broken spirit. Just cold, damn cold, and sore and really, come on how stupid, how silly, how ridiculous. How cliche.

A reminder of something. What exactly? Every step counts. Danger any moment. You must always "watch yourself," be on guard. Hilarity and "tragedy" always trailing us. 

Must always remember - "Don't fall down!"

Friday, December 29, 2017

It's Like a Life-Raft.

Hope. It's like a life-raft. A way out. A way to float out of harm's way. Sometimes it's real, tangible, easy to board. Sometimes it's invisible, out of reach, unseen, unseeable. And still despite the fog, the blurriness, the invisibility, you hope. You carry a spark. A flame. Inside. Even if everything else falls away. You are naked. Alone. There is still that glimmer. That's the last thing that goes. 

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Our "Grab Them By the Pussy President," is our Slobodan Milosevic!

This seems like essential reading from John Schindler, former National Security Agency Analyst and Counter-Intelligence Officer. Question: What Authoritarian Dictator is our Current President Most Like? Answer: Slobodan Milosevic!

"By the time Serbs figured out they had been conned, it was too late; the country was already wrecked, and Milošević managed to hold on until the fall of 2000, thanks to his control of the media and the police, enriching his family and his hangers-on every step of the way. That he was eventually extradited to The Hague to face justice seems inadequate compared to the devastation which Slobodan Milošević left in his wake.

You can understand the remarkable rise of Donald Trump in 2015-16 by simply exchanging “Serbian nationalism” for “white nationalism”: the parallels are eerie and disturbing. Trump, who never had shown the slightest interest in the plight of the white working class while he built his flimflam empire of gauche condos and casinos, suddenly reinvented himself as their champion. By telling angry and alienated people just what they wanted to hear, Trump created a political movement overnight and mysteriously rode it right to the White House.

Now that’s he’s there, President Trump has failed to deliver on his grandiose promises to his base. Chants of “Build the Wall” to preserve America’s current demographics have gone silent, while Trumpian populism turns out in practice to mean a cabinet packed with Goldman Sachs alumni and tax cuts for the rich. At this point, Trump’s manipulation of white nationalism seems every bit as cynically dishonest as Milošević’s Serbian patriot act.

So far, of course, America has avoided the fate of Yugoslavia. We’re a much bigger and richer country, and our economy, for all its structural problems, is a lot less troubled than Yugoslavia’s was in the 1980s. That’s the good news. The bad news is that Donald Trump has opened the same can of ethno-nationalist worms that Slobodan Milošević did, and if he keeps stoking those fires while doing nothing for his angry and alienated base, America could yet wind up resembling Yugoslavia a lot more than anybody sane should want." - John Schindler, The Observer

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Still in One Piece...

Super-cold here in the Midwest. It's a challenge just to navigate the day. Everything is frozen, raw, harsh, hard, brittle. You think: It's easy to break. There is something about surviving. Something about making it to another morning. I mean, you don't deserve a medal or anything. Survival is it's own reward. But, of course, it does have it's limits. You push forward, and hope that you don't reach the outer limits of your exsistence for a bit longer. Maybe make it to a sunnier, warmer reality. In the depths of Winter, there are thoughts of Spring. But, you know, what's to be learned now? Right now? Warm is good. Staying in with loved ones, binge watching Netflix ("The Crown" and "The Get Down" are highly recommended), or reading a good book - for instance, Moby's memoir, listening to excellent music (Bowie's "Blackstar," Peter Gabriel's "So," King Crimson's "Red,") are good survival strategies. Recharging. Restoring. Re-vitalizing. Building up your energy. Counting all your fingers and toes. Being thankful you are still in one piece.

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Be Here Now - Why Not?!

I guess it was Ram Dass who said it, or at least popularized it: Be Here Now.  "Be Here Now is one of the first guides for those not born Hindu to becoming a yogi, by a person himself not born a Hindu."

Right. Not born a Hindu. Put that on your resume. Anyway, this is one of those ideas that just resonates. Seems useful in all times and in all situations. I suppose that would be a good definition of wisdom.

If you find yourself on the road - drive. If you find yourself at a Steak House in the far suburbs - eat (If you are a vegetarian, make it Eggplant Parmesan). If you find yourself with people - talk and listen. 

We spend so much time thinking of the Past, or planning for the Future. But it is the ever-vanishing Present where we make a mark. Do we want to make a mark? Do we really want to leave a footprint in the sand? 

Maybe best to live lightly, try not to make a mess, or call too much attention to yourself, leave a clean room, pick up after yourself. Be. Here. Now. That's it.

Monday, December 25, 2017

A New Dream!

I do think this is the era of "resistance."   This is our time. Can we resist with gusto? With joy? With a full embrace? Resist affirmatively? That is the trick. So much going down that I am against. I stand in opposition to the general trend. Looking for an alternative vision. A new dream. Yes.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

I Try to Simplify!

We lead complicated lives. The world, an interconnected globe, is vast and complex. So many people. So many viewpoints. So many opinions. So many competing interests. You want to be aware. Connected. Open source.

How to not be overwhelmed? How to navigate day to day? I try to simplify. To find hope in one excellent cup of coffee at a time. I often tune into my own little frequencies. I fill my life with music, books, great conversation.

I find hope in the new, in the tried and true. Take one step at a time. Stop and smell the coffee, and the roses.

I always try to create something. Something new. A song, a monologue, a morning post. I believe. In believing. In hope. A better day. Even in the darkness, the bleakness, in the midst of turmoil and pain, I think of the light. Just out of sight. Right around the corner. Something new, unexpected. A surprise.

That can't be squeezed out of me.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Life Is...

Life is...

a gift
a miracle
a mistake
a chore
a job
a journey
a mission
a lark
a mystery
a mind-fuck
a chance
a test
a kick
a shot in the dark

Friday, December 22, 2017

Maybe Not So Smart

Your next existential crisis is just around the corner. A smile, a gesture, a friendly little bulldog can be the trigger. Sends you reeling. A fall into the void. A void with no bottom. You question everything.

Is this the life we really want? Where are we going? Who are we? What the hell is going on? 

You realize something is very, very wrong. Humans. So disappointing. We like to think we are the "smart monkeys," maybe not so smart.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Wreak Some Cosmic Justice!

If I knew a few Voodoo rituals I would know what to do. I would put a curse on the GOP. The party. In total. Each and every member. They are a danger to our government, to our country. Led by the "Grab Them By The Pussy" President, they are working on looting the public coffers to the benefit of their rich donors.


You want to be fair-minded. Clear seeing. And I think I am. When a political party reveals itself to be a shameless vehicle for corruption, incompetence, greed, selfishness and bad actions, there is nothing to do but call them out, and call on all forces beyond the human, to come down and wreak some cosmic justice.

Of course, we need to vote these scoundrels out of office. But we also need some extra-human help. I curse you GOP. I curse you! From the bottom of my heart, I curse you!

Note: So yes, this morning, I turn out the lights, light a candle, place it in the center of the living room and chant up a spell. I put a spell on all those who harm children, who take money and support from the poor, who try to shout down the voiceless, who mock women, children, immigrants, those struggling to make it day to day. Those who feed their own greedy selves, who cut deals for the wealthy, who rob from the poor to give to the rich. I put a spell on all those folks. I demand justice. I demand that the cosmic powers come down on them with the heavy hand of karma.

They will get what they deserve... here's the soundtrack for this morning's Voodoo spell...

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Devasting to Our Grab Them By the Pussy/Russian Asset President!

Yeah, I guess I'm not the only one who thinks James Clapper's comments (see previous post), on CNN are earth-shattering and devastating to our Grab Them By the Pussy/Russian Asset President.

From John Schindler in the Observer: 

"Clapper went considerably further yesterday in his appearance on CNN’s The Lead, in which he finally let his top secret mask drop to say what he really thinks about our 45th president:

I think this past weekend is illustrative of what a great case officer Vladimir Putin is. He knows how to handle an asset, and that’s what he’s doing with the president … You have to remember Putin’s background. He’s a KGB officer. That’s what they do. They recruit assets. And I think some of that experience and instincts of Putin has come into play here in his managing of a pretty important account for him, if I could use that term, with our president.

What exactly is Donald Trump’s relationship to Vladimir Putin and the Kremlin? It seems likely that nobody outside Moscow knows the full story, and we should expect it will take years of investigation by Team Mueller and the IC to unravel this murky three-decade saga. The well-honed Chekist habit of planting disinformation to throw Western counterspies off course, which already seems to be at work in the Trump investigation, promises to drag this inquiry out even longer. Don’t plan on pleasant answers either.

Regardless, Jim Clapper has done our country a valuable service by stating the plain truth about our president. On CNN, he was speaking for all our intelligence professionals who must remain silent because of the lifetime secrecy oaths they took to join the Intelligence Community. After months of public White House attacks on the IC, which have now escalated into all-out war on America’s spies by Team Trump, there is finally some open pushback by the spooks.

This isn’t the mythical Deep State, which Trumpists detect lurking behind every tree in Washington. This was Jim Clapper, now a private citizen, speaking his mind as a highly experienced intelligence officer. The impact of his words can be fairly assessed as devastating to anyone who’s paying attention. Nor will Clapper be the last former spook to go public with his thoughts on Donald Trump and the Russians." - John Schindler - self-described historian, security consultant, author, provocateur, bon vivant, polyglot, counterintelligencer, cat guy. Former NSA, NAVSECGRU, NWC.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Yes, The Holy Shite Moment on CNN: The Grab Them By the Pussy Prez is a Russian Asset!

Yeah. This seems significant. I mean like a "Holy Shite Moment!"  James Clapper, former Director of National Intelligence admits the painfully obvious fact that our current "Grab them by the Pussy" President is a Russian Asset! I mean, well, of course, hell yes, but it's a bit startling to hear this long time intelligence dude say it in plain English. 

Clapper is no slouch, no "partisan hack," check out his resume: James Robert Clapper Jr.[1] (born March 14, 1941)[2][3] is a retired lieutenant general in the United States Air Force and is the former director of national intelligence. He served as director of the Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA) from 1992 until 1995. He was the first director of defense intelligence within the Office of the Director of National Intelligence and simultaneously the Under Secretary of Defense for Intelligence.[4] Clapper has held several key positions within the United States Intelligence Community. He served as the director of the National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency (NGA) from September 2001 until June 2006. On June 5, 2010, President Barack Obama nominated Clapper to replace Dennis C. Blair as United States Director of National Intelligence. Clapper was unanimously confirmed by the Senate for the position on August 5, 2010. Following the June 2013 leak of documents detailing NSA practice of collecting telephony metadata on millions of Americans’ telephone calls, two U.S. representatives accused Clapper of perjury for telling a congressional committee that the NSA does not collect any type of data on millions of Americans earlier that year. One senator asked for his resignation, and a group of 26 senators complained about Clapper’s responses under questioning. In November 2016, Clapper resigned as director of national intelligence, effective at the end of President Obama's term. In May 2017, he joined the Washington, D.C.-based think tank the Center for a New American Security (CNAS) as a Distinguished Senior Fellow for Intelligence and National Security.

Monday, December 18, 2017

The "Grab Them By The Pussy President vs. Bobby Three Sticks!

Rumor has it that the "Grab Them By The Pussy" President is gunning for Bobby Three Sticks. I hate to have to worry about this possibility, but it is a possibility that worries me greatly. Why? It would be a distinct and determined attack on the fundamental premises of our Democracy.

Our country is founded on the Constitution and the Rule of Law. Our current President is running a quasi-mafia-like enterprise with no respect for either. And Bobby Three Sticks is like that shark in "Jaws." He is relentless. He is running down all leads, and all leads lead directly to the Oval Office.

It is obvious that the "Grab Them By the Pussy" President is a Russian Dupe who has lived on the margins of the law for many decades. Bobby Three Sticks is putting all the pieces together. He is working on the major story, the major investigation of our time. It is an ugly story of greed, hubris, stupidity, bad deeds and treasonous actions.

Funny. The GOP is helping to try to stop the shark. But there is no stopping this shark. Even if they "kill him" he continues to move forward. Relentless, voracious. I do believe Bobby Three Sticks will get his man. He is that kind of legal shark, that kind of American Hero.

If the Russian Dupe makes a move on Bobby Three Sticks, I believe all hell will break loose, expect a political apocalypse.

When you hear bad things about Bobby Three Sticks, remember it's just noise, it's disinformation. Remind yourself of his accomplishments:

Robert Swan Mueller III (/ˈmʌlər/; born August 7, 1944) is an American lawyer and civil servant who was the sixth Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation from 2001 to 2013. A Republican, he was appointed by President George W. Bush and his original ten-year term was given a two-year extension by President Barack Obama, making him the longest-serving FBI director since J. Edgar Hoover. He is currently head of the Special Counsel investigation of Russian interference in the 2016 United States elections.

A graduate of Princeton University, Mueller served as a Marine Corps officer during the Vietnam War, receiving the Bronze Star Medal with Combat "V" for heroism and the Purple Heart Medal. After graduating from the University of Virginia School of Law in 1973, he worked at a private firm in San Francisco for three years until his appointment as an assistant U.S. Attorney in the same city. Prior to his appointment as FBI Director, Mueller served as a United States Attorney, as United States Assistant Attorney General for the Criminal Division and as Acting U.S. Deputy Attorney General.

In May 2017, Mueller was appointed by Acting Attorney General Rod Rosenstein as special counsel overseeing an ongoing investigation into foreign electoral intervention by Russia in the 2016 U.S. presidential election.[3]

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