We’re Already Being Denied Our Voice

If there is such a thing as justice, the late SCOTUS judge Antonin Scalia is burning up in HELL… an apt punishment for his participating in the (figurative)  gang rape / murder of Lady Liberty.

You see… Scalia deserves that fire and brimstone fate for he had been among the 5-4 archconservative majority of black robed bastards who, in the matter of Bush v. Gore, had corruptly handed over the Oval Office keys to George W. Bush on 12-12-2000… thereby disenfranchising the Florida voters and screwing over Al Gore. As a result, a firestorm of wretched events unfolded.

A quoted passage from my 03-03-2016 blog will rundown the particulars… list all the crap that went down during W’s admin. We the People wound up with an…

“…Orwellian NSA and MSM, banana republic elections, corporate citizenship, too big to fail coddled big biz failures, an upward redistribution of wealth, a “no child left behind” spiritless “teach to the test”, backward public school system, misogyny, theocracy, homophobia, xenophobia, environmental rape, foreign oil dependence, clucking / crowing chickenhawks, warmongering / war profiteering, needless, endless no-win wars, terrorist attacks, zero gun controls and warzone municipalities where even elementary school kids get shot to death.”

You see… Scalia ALSO deserves that fire and brimstone fate because he had, once again, been among the 5-4 archconservative majority of black robed bastards who, in the matter of Citizens United v. Federal Elections Commission, had granted citizenship to soulless corporate entities on 01-21-2010… thereby opening the floodgates of corrupt money to bribe the candidates we see (by and large) listed on the GOP side of our ballots… thereby killing off free elections in America.

To summarize all the above… these are but two of the decisions where Scalia had “burned down” the America, which our Founding Fathers had intended for posterity… DOWN TO THE GROUND! That leaves me feeling P.O.’d… BIG TIME… and I’d certainly hope you are feeling that way, too.

These two Supreme Court decisions have far deeper ramifications, too. They’ve served to embolden present-day Righties who are now adamantly refusing to permit President Barack Obama to fulfill his Constitutional duty… to select none other than the late Antonin Scalia’s successor.

Our sitting President, in choosing Merrick Garland, a 63 year old political moderate, has demonstrated a level of compromise which one would think would appease Senate Republicans. Of course there can be no appeasement when dealing with tyrants, not even the facts that Garland is far past midlife and won’t likely see eye to eye with true blue liberals.

Call archconservative obstinacy and obstructionism a political conflagration or call it a political firestorm… but… we must… by name… call out the key, flagrantly partisan, posturing culprits. That’d be Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell R-KY and Sen. Chuck Grassley R-IA.

Those swaggering senators are giddy with their absolute power / gridlock over the Obama White House… indeed, the chokehold they exert over our entire nation. I’ll let both McConnell and Grassley dig their own political graves with their own words.

Be sure to hold your nose while McConnell takes this… his verbal bowel movement:

“The American people should have a voice in the selection of their next Supreme Court Justice. Therefore, this vacancy should not be filled until we have a new president.”

In the stall adjacent to McConnell’s, here’s what Grassley left in the bowl:

“A lifetime appointment that could dramatically impact individual freedoms and change the direction of the court for at least a generation is too important to get bogged down in politics. The American people shouldn’t be denied a voice.”

Here’s how 2016’s Democratic presidential wannabe Hillary Clinton responded… and believe me… she flushed that entire disgusting load of Republican verbal dung down into the figurative sewer… right where it belongs.

“We chose a president. We chose him twice. And now Republicans in the Senate are acting like our votes didn’t count and that President Obama is not, still, our nation’s leader.”

“He (Grassley) says we should wait for a new president because, and I quote, ‘The American people shouldn’t be denied a voice.’ Well, as one of the more than 65 million Americans who voted to re-elect President Obama, I’d say my voice is being ignored right now.”

Folks, in parting let me just state the obvious. Had Mitt Romney defeated Obama in 2012, by now, McConnell, Grassley and all the rest of their GOP senatorial brethren would’ve confirmed whatever monster the Mittster had handpicked to be Scalia’s black robed, bastard successor… and to borrow, modify and build upon a few of Grassley’s own words… that lifetime appointment would’ve negatively impacted individual freedoms and changed the direction of the court for at least a generation.

One final thing before I let you go…

Republicans are playing a dangerous game by flipping off the 65 million Americans who re-elected President Obama … that’s 65 Million with a capital M! Citizens may not vent their outrage this year… maybe not even in the lifetime of all who are alive today… but someday, when folks finally realize that they cannot effect change in an orderly manner… that’s when they’ll act in disorderly ways… and if necessary… that’ll rise up to and, perhaps, even be inclusive of a Second American Revolution.

True, our visionary Founding Fathers had thought they had covered all the bases necessary to permit a smooth transition of leadership within our representative form of government… but… then again… how could they have ever foreseen the likes of a Mitch McConnell and a Chuck Grassley?

Revisions posted 04/01/16 @ 12:34

VIDEO ADDENDUM… while the lyrics don’t enhance my message re Scalia… the imagery/instrumentation sure as Hell does. Enjoy:

This blog enhancer posted on 04/02/2016 @ 10:10

“Lost Dogs” Blogs? Woof? Woof? Woof?

Check out these fun facts re our very own blogging community!

“Every second, close to 6 (the actual figure is 5.7) new posts are published on WordPress.com blogs. That averages out to 342 posts per minute. Just above 20,000 per day. And a grand total of 7.49 million annually.”

Now, just imagine how easy it would be for an author’s work to get lost in that blizzard of blogs. Well… most of us don’t even have to imagine.

The music world has dealt with similar issues, i.e. songs that aren’t getting the attention they deserve; e.g., 13 years ago, Pearl Jam packaged their musical rarities and B-sides into a double CD titled “Lost Dogs” (EK 90778 & EK 90779 ©2003).

And just as PJ did… I now package my postings into this “Lost Dogs” Blog.

That said, my main topic this day is not music. That’s because on Tuesday Nights @6 p.m. the weekly, WordPress Party blows the roof off the blogosphere! Folks, this bash is BYOB… Bring Your Own Blogs… and when I ring that front door doorbell with my elbow, that means I’m not coming to this blow out empty handed.

Hopefully my ideas will go to your head / get a good buzz going… with no hangover in the morning… that I guarantee! Nope… no “hair of the dog that bit you” home remedies will be needed! Keeping all of that in mind… maybe you’ll help unbury / dig out a few of my “Lost Dogs” Blogs? Perhaps even dig what I have to say? If you wish to have your say… I can dig that, too… my comment boxes are standing by… mostly empty.

Bullying: Gateway “Drug” To Terrorism

A Parable

A Tale Of Two Timelines (Part I)

The Sect, Sex and Skin We’re In

“Dirty” Limericks re Donald Trump

Going To California… in my mind (Pt. 1)

 

Bullying: Gateway “Drug” To Terrorism

While serving out my life sentence here on Earth, I’ve been singled out, verbally abused, spat on, sucker punched and blindsided. No… that is not my résumé and filled out application to the Vatican… ISO Canonization. No… I am not lobbying to win an Oscar in the “best supporting martyr” and/or “best original tragedy” categories.

And it’s just as well that I’m not actually seeking any of the above accolades. After all… one of the prerequisites for attaining sainthood is being dead. Ergo, that job interview with the Pope ain’t gonna happen (he wouldn’t hear me out when I’m alive and couldn’t hear me out after I’m dead). Furthermore, since I’m only acting happy in the real world… not on the Hollywood big screen, there’d be no red-carpeted ceremonies, awarded statues and acceptance speeches… especially since those categories I typed out above are actually non-existent.

Beyond that… I would never set foot on a carpet dyed red with my own blood… never want any awards to remind me of all the abuse I had suffered… never thank my tormentors for having made THAT all possible.

So… why start out my blog that way? Well, that’s to establish my credibility in addressing today’s topic… bullying. Now… before I go on…

For any parent who suspects or knows their kid is being bullied, don’t ever dismiss this as “Oh… it’s only a phase” and/or “It’s just a part of growing up.” Bullying can occur wherever your kid goes… even online. Take whatever actions are necessary to end this wide-awake nightmare… even if you have to get an assist from your local police department. YES, it REALLY IS that serious! 

My best advice to a kid who is being bullied… tell a parent, a friend’s parent, every teacher, coach, principal, vice principal, security guard and cop you can find… and don’t stop telling until someone listens. Trust me… I know it can be tough… but you must keep trying. There’s no need to let bullies ruin your life the way they ruined mine.

Yes, I am a survivor of being bullied, however, this is a double-edged sword phenomenon. Once the realization sets in that no amount of sympathy and time ever fully heals the deeply gouged, emotional wounds, the matter of survival almost becomes secondary.

As proof of that ~ For me, those above listed attacks had started in the fourth grade and did not begin to ease up until my high school freshman year… yet… here I blog about these incidents half a century later… still feeling the anguish.

What hurts even worse than that is my knowing that the people who should’ve helped me through those rough times had all turned a deaf ear to my cries for help.

My teacher, Mrs. L… even with my forehead’s visible knot and bleeding scrapes and contusions before her very eyes… had callously deadpanned, “It takes two to make a fight”… her implication being that my having been attacked had, somehow, been what? My own fault?

Well I had assured her then… as I assure you now… I had not fought back AND the only way I had provoked that bully was by merely showing up at school. Of course, for me to fly beneath any bully’s radar was next to impossible.

My principal, Mr. R… after reading the letter where my Dad had demanded that he put an end to this bullying… had replied in a unique, totally irresponsible and insensitive way. I had just taken a bite out my sandwich when he waltzed into the lunchroom and came over to my table to say, “Follow me.”

He marched me to the front of my school’s cafeteria, turned on the figurative, center stage spotlight and then, while hundreds of my classmates watched intently, he wagged his pointing finger within mere inches of my horrified face and verbally assaulted me… humiliated me… for what seemed to be an eternity. You see, in his addled mind, his school had no bullying problem and that could only mean that I was a liar.

At that precise moment he had become the biggest bully in that entire school. And once those like-minded “students” had realized that even the principal hated me / was on their side… well… need I even finish that sentence?

At that point, I was feeling nauseous… almost to the point of throwing up all over Mr. R… I wish I had. When it was finally over, after my classmates had rushed out the exits for our afternoon recess, I sat back down at my table… all alone. Staring down at my lunchbox I waited to see if my appetite would return. I wound up tossing that food into the garbage can.

I then managed to find a remote spot on the playground far away from my classmates… and as the minutes ticked down, dreaded going back inside for afternoon classes. The icy cold grip of the season and social isolation both numbed me. I was convinced that any friends, who I once had, were now siding with the bullies, too.

From that day onward, I kept a low profile… used every minor illness (and even feigned some) as an excuse to stay home from school… and I did miss a lot.

Fortunately, both of my parents had their degrees in education (My mother had briefly taught English and Literature prior to becoming a stay-at-home mom / my father’s career as a Science and Math instructor spanned four decades). I have their home schooling efforts to credit for keeping me current in my schoolwork AND on the “All-A” Honor Roll.

Nonetheless, I was missing out on the more positive aspects of social interaction with my non-bullying classmates. Home schooling, by its very nature, does preclude  that.

At least my parents had been there for me… had the circumstances been otherwise, I could’ve easily wound up becoming an Elementary school dropout. Hell, I might’ve run away from home or even committed suicide.

Sadly… my real life story / tragedy is far from original ~ Countless others, throughout the wretched history of humankind, have suffered far worse indignities than I have… at levels of severity inclusive of their being denied their basic human right to a peaceable, natural death.

It’s not too strong a statement to say… when teachers and principals fail to order bullies to stand down, that can only embolden them. Bullies will easily misinterpret an absence of any discipline as being tacit approval of their socially unacceptable behavior.

It’s not too strong a statement to say… today’s bully has all the necessary “job skills” to become tomorrow’s terrorist… be that the lone wolf who opens fire on an Elementary School… be that an al Qaeda operative who kamikazes a jet into high-rise architecture… be that a ringleader, rabblerousing presidential candidate who fans the flames of deadly hate crimes all across our once great land… and outward to every corner of our world.

Although each incident’s MO and body count particulars will differ… it’s all the same old sh–!.

 

Blog revisions posted on 03/28/2016 @ 18:29

The Sect, Sex and Skin We’re In

“I read the news today”… and it was sad. Though the headline making Gee Oh Pee-ers were ludicrous… I was not… still am not… laughing… not when they’re prejudging folks based on Sect, Sexual Identity and Skin Tone.

To name names… we’re talking about the likes of the totally unlikeable North Carolina Governor Pat McCrory who has just signed legislation to forbid municipalities from banning discrimination against the LGBT community.

To name other names… we’re talking about the reprehensible, un-presidential presidential wannabes Donald Trump and Ted Cruz and how they’re demanding the wholesale surveillance, round up, detention and torture of Muslims.

These odious, odorous Right Wing politicians, many of them DRESSED FOR REGRESS in their white sheets… and accessorized with similarly hued pointy hoods… are attempting to drag our society down to their level… cause us to free-fall countless rungs lower on the human evolutionary ladder… plunge us all into their “home-sweet-home”, bottomless pit of putrid, primordial goo.

Suffice to say, unlike the abovementioned Righties, we the educated critical thinkers, fully understand that there is one AND ONLY ONE acceptable way to categorize humanity… namely… truly get to know people… observe them… read about them and then ask ourselves, “Are they GOOD or BAD?”

Based on what I’ve been seeing / reading about GOP Land, it is the rare exception to find a Republican who is not outright BAD!

So, why am I, a straight, Caucasian, lapsed Catholic getting so worked up over discrimination involving sexual orientation, race and religion?

Well, Martin Niemöller can answer that Q far better than I. Said he…

“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out — Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out — Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out — Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me — and there was no one left to speak for me.”

Folks, with only minor modifications, what Niemöller had  once stated so eloquently, boldly marches forward into our 21st century… check it out…

First they came for the Gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals and Transgenders — and I did not speak out — Because I was not Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual or Transgender.

Then they came for the African-Americans and Hispanics — and I did not speak out — Because I was not an African-American or Hispanic.

Then they came for the Muslims and Jews, and I did not speak out — Because I was not a Muslim or a Jew.

Then they came for me — and there was no one left to speak for me.

 

Going to California… in my mind (pt. 1)

Just as James Taylor sings about going to “Carolina In My Mind”, I now find myself blogging in a similar state of mind. The differences beyond the fact that J.T. is famous and I am not? Well… the state I’m longing for is California AND I’ll be blogging my words, not playing musical notes, to tell you just how homesick I am for the Golden State… but wait a moment…

Maybe it is possible to set my blog to music. After all… I did train to be a DJ. Folks, we’ll get those tunes spinning… after this brief message…

Here’s the backstory to my homesickness. It’s been ten+ years since I last set foot in La La Land to attend a family reunion for two… yes… essentially… my sister and I represent our entire family census… not counting distant relatives (who I could walk right past on any city street on any given day… and never know it).

By now I can hear you ask, “Ten+ years? Why wait any longer? Why not simply book a flight, pack up your bags and board the next westward bound jet?” Long sigh…

Well… since my last trip to the Left Coast… so much has happened… and not all those events would get entered into the plus column of my Life’s Ledger. To CliffsNotes it… there’s been a reversal of my good fortune… both money-wise and otherwise.

Naturally, I am thankful for reasonably good health, the roof over my head and the bare essential furnishings, devices and supplies under that roof… but… nonetheless… another long sigh… I do miss California. And I don’t feel it odd for this lifelong Michiganian to consider the greater Los Angeles area to be my home away from home.

Now… I do have one regret re my past visits… that I had only done my en route sightseeing from my widow seat at an altitude of 38,000 feet… instead of through my car’s windshield while traveling America’s highways and byways. But… what’s done is done.

And so… I’ll just have to settle for going to California in my mind ~ To be sure, no trip would be complete without first producing a “mix tape” featuring great road songs. To that end… I recently produced two C-90 cassettes to enhance my imaginary western journey… and at this time… there’s also a third project in the works (Volume 3 to feature a more hard driving rock genre).

As for this blog… I’ll be sharing my Volume 1 soundscape with you. Whether or not a similar posting for Volume 2 and 3 will occur is highly dependent on the number of hits and comments this blog receives.

A brief heads up… since this music is all courtesy of YouTube… from time to time there are bound to be interruptions of musical service.

For starters… these videos do frequently get deleted due to artist objections / copyright issues. Lastly… there are all of those commercials, which YouTubers tack on. But… what the H… “To dance to the music we must pay the piper”… right?

BESIDES… would not these gaps also enhance the realism of the road trip? Imagine this as if your car radio has temporarily lost a drifting, low wattage AM signal… something easily remedied by switching stations… i.e., clicking onto the next link. Also consider each commercial interruption as being akin to what we hear on AM top-40 formatted stations… as we all know… they’re oft forced to overbook advertisers… simply to pay for the electricity to stay on the air.

On a more positive note… since some of these YouTube videographers have poured a vast ocean’s worth of their talent into the visual aspects of their productions… it’s easy to trip out while viewing these scenes… thus making our going to Carolina OR California in our minds all the better… OR for that matter, anywhere else our l’il ol’ hearts may desire.

Replicated below is my liner notes printout, which I cut out and inserted into my “Volume 1” cassette’s case.

Well, that about covers the preliminaries… Without any further ado… everyone pack your bags, lock up your home sweet homes, kick the tires, adjust your rear view mirrors and car seats, buckle up, turn the key in your ignitions, get ‘er in gear and KICK OUT THE JAMS!!! We’ll soon find out if the Moody Blues gents got it right… that “Thinking is the best way to travel.”

To now paraphrase a Lennon/McCartney sentiment… let’s  listen to the music playing in my head… and… hopefully… in yours, too!

 

Hit The Road Tracks – Volume 1

SIDE A: 02/29/16 ~ DOLBY B ~ 46:30

01 2:51 Canned Heat – Going Up The Country

02 2:42 Vanity Fair – Hitchin’ A Ride

03 4:27 Janis Joplin – Me & Bobby McGee

04 4:13 Judy Collins – City Of New Orleans

05 2:41 Boz Scaggs – Waiting For A Train

06 3:16 Norah Jones – The Long Way Home

07 2:26 Roger Miller – King Of The Road

08 3:00 Natalie Cole – Route 66

09 1:09 Nelson Riddle – Route 66 TV Theme

10 2:11 Ray Charles – California Here I Come

11 4:15 James Newton Howard / Kenny G. – Driving North

12 3:56 Roy Orbison – California Blue

13 3:36 Led Zeppelin – Going To California

14 2:11 James Newton Howard – San Francisco

15 2:58 Scott McKenzie – San Francisco

16 1:09 Nelson Riddle – Route 66 (Reprise)

 

SIDE B: 02/29/16 ~ DOLBY B ~ 46:30

17 5:38 Refreshments – Interstate

18 4:23 Eagles – Ol’ 55

19 3:42 Bob Seger – Wait For Me

20 2:59 Lobo – Me And You And A Dog Named Boo

21 3:46 Gordon Lightfoot – Me & Bobby McGee

22 4:06 America – A Horse With No Name

23 3:28 James Taylor – Country Road (Single Mix)

24 3:35 Simon & Garfunkel – America

25 2:44 Lovin’ Spoonful – Never Going Back

26 4:33 Arlo Guthrie – City Of New Orleans

27 4:17 Neil Diamond – America

28 3:36 Ray Charles – America The Beautiful

A Parable

Once upon a time, there lived a brash, young Robin, who lived to assert his territorial dominance. That innate disposition was put to the test one sunny, mild, spring morning. As he perched on a budding lilac branch, swaying in the gentle breeze, he happened to notice another robin, also sitting on a nearby, budding lilac branch.

Flapping his wings and speaking in (what else?) fluent robin, he angrily tweeted, “How dare you invade my territory!” But the other bird simply appeared to silently mock his threatening gestures; in no other way did he respond to his scolding. So fueled by his aggression, Robin swooped in to make “the kill” never once noticing how he was attacking his own reflection in a garage windowpane.

In an attempt to end the bitter hostility, a Human came rushing out of his house, arms waving in the air. The Robin flew away, albeit, his retreat only momentary. As soon as the Human went back inside, the fierce battle of the birds, mind you, one real, one phantom, resumed; and then raged on and on for many, many days to follow.

In dismay, the Human watched further. He took no joy in witnessing this senseless war. Being a proponent of non-violence, he did not even want to see this Robin harmed or dead. No, the knee-jerk military style reaction of whipping out a firearm and blowing this bird’s head off, was NOT an option. Nor was the do nothing approach, for that would either result in that combative bird knocking himself out, or doing even greater bodily injury, should that windowpane shatter.

The Human, shaking his head glumly side to side, now drew parallels to this own species. Was not territoriality what fueled acrimonious wars throughout the pathetic history of the human race? Was not that Robin now facing the same horrors of war, namely, pointless destruction, injury and death?

And even more disturbing a thought; had not that Robin gone to war based on totally flawed reasoning? After all, there was no real enemy robin, ergo, there was no real threat to this Robin’s territory, in the first place.

With the wisdom of an astute diplomat, the Human, once again, ventured forth into the great outdoors, this time with a hammer in one hand, a large burlap bag draped over his arm and six golden nails in his shirt pocket. As soon as he held the thick brown fabric in place to cover the garage window and then nailed it up securely, the phantom robin was banished from the neighborhood, peace returned and everyone lived happily ever after.

The moral to this story is twofold:

Brains not brawn make for a lasting Peace!

And…

Always look carefully before you rush to war… you might just be your own worst enemy!

 

I originally blogged “A Parable” on MySpace… posting date: Tuesday, September 12, 2006. On this day, I only applied a light coat of polish… so what you just read is 99 percent verbatim to what had hit the www… so long ago.

My motivation for writing this story had been twofold.

1. As a young boy I had actually watched a robin repeatedly attacking the window of my family’s garage.

2. Birdbrain George W. Bush’s similar behavior. He, too, had needlessly, pointlessly gone to war (with Iraq)… his basis for doing so based on the illusion / delusion of that nation possessing WMD / being a threat to America.

The MSM had a golden opportunity to nail in that “burlap fabric” to cover (or is that uncover?) W’s illusion / delusion… well… i.e., had the Fourth Estate been a team of real, investigative journalists properly doing their  homework.

So… how relevant to today’s world is a nearly ten-year-old blog?

Well… as far as priorities go… keeping the peace still bottoms out the list of today’s crop of crappy, scrappy GOP POTUS candidates… the Middle East continues to reel and spin out of control from the devastation from  W’s destabilizing Iraq war… Republican Senators and Representatives / Supreme Court Judges have learned nothing… I repeat… NOTHING… from their law-breaking / unruly ways and… via their roadblocks to progress… continue to preserve, protect and defend W’s failed policies… NOT the U.S. Constitution. AND… last but not least… the MSM is still not doing its job to educate Americans of this monumentally sorry state of affairs.

As proof… well… if Americans were being properly clued in… a birdbrain such as Donald Trump (a human/robin hybrid sporting Trump’s head and tweeting wildly… on Twitter?) would’ve been laughed off the stage… no… strike that… would’ve been booed off the stage long ago… and those dissenting voices would’ve been singing out… in full harmony… in our bipartisan chorus.

I did come up with a third, updated moral to “A Parable”:

Don’t be a birdbrain by voting for birdbrain Republicans.

 

Trump Says Nominate Me… Or Else!

Donald Trump has predicted civil unrest if his predominantly uncivilized, freak show followers do not get their way… i.e…. if they don’t see his name topping off their November 2016 ballots. And folks… we had better believe him. I’ll let bully Trump’s thinly veiled terrorist threat speak for itself…

“If you disenfranchise those people, and you say, ‘Well, I’m sorry, but you’re 100 votes short, even though the next one is 500 votes short,’ I think you would have problems like you’ve never seen before. I think bad things would happen… I wouldn’t lead it, but I think bad things would happen.”

Well duhhhhhhh… ya think?

We the People, who embrace a brains over brawn, evolved, peaceable society, racial equality / harmony, 1st amendment free speech rights, orderly campaigns and free elections are aware of the “bad things” ALREADY happening at most of Trump’s campaign stops… hell, he even had to cancel his recent Chicago appearance… and these are NOT aberrations.

To assess “those people”, who Trump refers to, they’re a.k.a. his seething with rage, moronic, sycophantic supporters who, on cue, will savagely choke and pummel anyone in the audience who expresses a dissenting opinion. Worse yet is who they’re taking their cue from. Yep… there he stands in the glaring center stage spotlight… that swaggering, larger than life, rabble rouser Trump… mindlessly egging each and every one of them on. On one occasion, said he:

“There may be somebody with tomatoes in the audience. So if you see somebody getting ready to throw a tomato, knock the crap out of them, would you? Seriously. Okay? Just knock the hell—  I promise you, I will pay for the legal fees. I promise, I promise. It won’t be so much ’cause the courts agree with us too.”

As if these easy to enrage boneheads hadn’t been motivated enough already, did he have to promise them they could beat up protesters with impunity?

In short, Trump IS the problem ~ For him to say, “I think bad things would happen” has nothing to do with clairvoyance. He knows, fully well, he need only step in front of any mirror to see who’d be responsible for those “bad things” happening… in all likelihood, this could escalate to the point where “those people” / his followers would pour out into the streets to literally burn down America.

True… audience dissenters do detract from the main discourse of a political rally. But would not a truly presidential candidate pause… at least show some concern and offer to hear out complaints? To perhaps propose a change of venue… promise that he’ll hold a town hall type phone in Q and A session, where non-phony callers could raise any legitimate issues.

He could use such a give and take forum as a learning / teaching moment to calmly discuss relevant portions of his political platform… well… uh… if he were actually relevant… well… uh… if he or any of his devotees were even open to learning anything.

No getting around this… for a presidential candidate not to listen to dissenters goes against what our representative form of government is supposed to stand for… it’s tantamount to his saying he ONLY gives a damn about his supporters… and screw the rest. Folks… this is a clue as to how he’d act, God forbid, if he ever did get elected. Hell, at some point during his four to eight years in power, he could even become sufficiently delusional to not listen to anyone, period.

Can we all spell T-Y-R-A-N-T?

No getting around this… it IS possible for a prez (Republican and Democrat, alike) to be WRONG. Under those circumstances, it is NOT WRONG for anyone to point out that fact. In fact… to do so is our civic duty as Americans. We are the bosses of those who we elect… NOT vice versa… NEVER VICE VERSA!

SIDEBAR ONE ~ While a POTUS wannabe may get away with arrogance on the campaign trail, there can be no such free pass for a sworn-in POTUS in the real world. Imagine how belligerence and bullying would play out on the world stage during an adrenaline pumping, Trump / Putin standoff… one not unlike the Kennedy / Khrushchev Cuban Missile Crisis.

Can we all spell T-H-E-R-M-O-N-U-C-L-E-A-R  E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E?

True… Trump… just like any other candidate… cannot please all the people all the time… but to arrogantly turn a deaf ear to dissenters only serves to fuel the flames of dissent even further… which fuels the Trump supporters to act out even more violently.

Would it even surprise any of us if someday… someday soon… a Trump supporter murders a protester while Trump and his fans raucously cheer the killer on? Although what follows is NOT an actual quote… can we not practically hear Trump rationalizing that deadly, barbaric act…

That protester had it coming.

SIDEBAR TWO ~ Trump tries to project a Washington outsider image… yet is not his flat out refusal to hear a single syllable of what protesting Democrats/liberals have to say ample proof that he’s just as narrow-minded as… e.g…. Washington insider / Republican Mitch McConnell?

As is true with most bullies ~ 2016’s GOP front-runner, while running for president, is running scared that dissenters will expose him to be the fraud, which he is.

Trump knows that if the voice of reason ever gets heard, he’ll be correctly called out as being an empty-headed empty suit AND an oblivious to / out of touch with reality worshiper of the “almighty” (as in the false god a.k.a. the almighty buck) AND an unruly, terrible-two crybaby / whiner hopelessly, helplessly trapped in an adult body. True… simple-mindedness, fashion faux pas, superficiality, idolatry and immaturity are not crimes… but they ARE unbecoming character flaws, which should preclude Donny from ever becoming the next prez.

Defining Donald Trump ~ Basically, Donny is a trumpeting, dumber-than-Dumbo white elephant in need of a circus trainer… an egotistical elitist over-inflated dirigible in need of an open pressure relief valve… a stick-figure figurehead in need of a finishing school / fashion makeover… a money grubbing cultist in need of a deprogrammer’s intervention… an arrested development little boy in need of a sternly intoned “go stand in the corner” time-out.

If… and that’s a BIG IF Donald Trump ever had any good ideas as to how he’d “Make America Great Again” that message has been totally drowned out by his own bleating, boneheaded followers who are taking their, no questions asked, marching orders from their bully ringleader.

Truth be told… little Donny would stand a far better chance of becoming the GOP’s 2016, unbecoming, un-presidential presidential nominee if that simpleton would simply shut up and go into hiding until the convention in Cleveland.

Any thinking voter will see Trump as the biggest threat to America’s… well… I was going to say America’s future… but let’s just start over.

Any thinking voter will see Trump as the biggest threat to America’s survival… since George W Bush first took his claw off the Inaugural Bible. And no one… REPEAT NO ONE… will ever “Make America Great Again” by aping / trying to “trump” W.

 

[This post underwent revision and got re-posted on 03/18/2016 03:11 a.m.]

 

“Dirty” Limericks re Donald Trump

 

Long before the news panel game show Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me hit the NPR airwaves, I’ve been expressing my political / social commentary via the limerick. On this day, I’ve composed 10 such verses… believe they’ll amuse critical thinkers… and… if we’re lucky… might even enlighten those who may not know any better.

True… that latter state of mind would not describe the vast majority of those of us who typically hangout @WordPress… but… once any content hits the www… who the hell knows in what direction it may fly.

The limerick has long been associated with gross subject matter. And what could be grosser than Donald Trump and his hideous, grotesque run for the White House? That reprehensible, radical, racist Republican’s rabblerousing has been begging me to make rhyme or reason of that madman.

I had to try to understand why so many right tilted americans [sic] would even support such a political monstrosity… or in lieu of that… simply vent my indignation over how “The Donald” has been, singlehandedly, setting back (by hundreds of years) any and all previous progress towards racial and spiritual equality and harmony.

More to the point, my overwhelming need to wax poetic occurred after reading about and viewing the clip featuring Donald Trump’s interview on Morning Joe, where he had run down the clock / filibustered journalist Cokie Roberts’ too tough (for him) to answer, LEGITIMATE question. To blockquote that article’s lead paragraph:

Journalist Cokie Roberts confronted Donald Trump about the impact of his words on kids. She brought up incidents in schools nationwide where white children are telling minority classmates they’ll be deported and chanting “Build a wall!” to minority rivals. She then asked him, “Are you proud of that?” read whole article (and be sure to check out the comment section, too)

Trump’s tossed word salad / non-answer is absolutely unworthy of publication here… but suffice to say… he shamelessly, deliberately and disingenuously feigned ignorance over the vital issue Roberts had been raising…  and worse yet… with nary even the slightest hint of remorse over the childhood grief and sorrow his reckless campaign has been inflicting.

I admire Roberts for not backing down and getting in her justifiable journalistic licks… I mean… somebody has got to call out that foul, GOP SOB sometime! That all duly noted… it’s now my turn to get in my limerick licks.

 

At Trump rallies he vomits hate / rants,

Xenophobes puke back pro Don-Duke chants,

His base master race base,

All wears Wonder Bread face,

They’re the GOP’s white elephants!

 

No discouraging words are allowed,

From Trump protesters found in the crowd,

Don goads each supporter,

To beat up / give no quarter,

To shout down naysayers… decibels loud!

 

To define the Trump push back… full gist,

If you defy him, his mobs will get pissed,

The ‘tude of his minions,

All dissenting opinions,

Will be squelched with chokehold and clenched fist!

 

There now is a candidate Trump

Who loves to talk hate from the stump,

Dressed to the nines, yet uncouth,

Exhumes Dolf’s Hitler youth,

Trash like Trump belongs in city dump!

 

Young school kids frequent their playground haunt,

Trump’s hate speech is the ‘tude they flaunt,

At Muslim classmates they’ll snort,

Forewarn Trump will deport,

Instill fear, sneer, jeer, torment and taunt!

 

The pro-Trump voter is recalcitrant,

A gun nut, cross burner and miscreant,

He’s sycophantic and manic,

Never Muslim / Hispanic,

The GOP’s hardliner, white elephant!

 

At RNC, too few righties may rant,

“Our frontrunner is too arrogant!

Either make Trump stand down,

Or run Don out of town,

We have to curb our elephant!”

 

Will the RNC ever pay heed?

Understand Trump is the demon seed,

To be truthful, fully,

That bastard’s a bully,

The apex of hate, hubris, greed!

 

In muddy bigotry, chump Trump is mired,

Re his supporters, there’s no brain required,

If yahoos get their way,

On Election Day,

It’ll be far too late to shout, “YOU’RE FIRED!”

 

Trump’s hate speeches stir up the panic,

Of folks: Muslim, Jew, Black and Hispanic,

Though Don speaks the unthinkable,

That xenophobe ain’t unsinkable,

Clinton or Sanders could prove him Titanic!

 

The Sound Barrier Breaking 5th Beatle

 

 

On Tuesday, March 8, 2016, George Martin died at the age of 90… walked the final stretch of life’s long and winding road up to and beyond Earth’s exit signs… destination… not knowable to mere mortals.

I had never met him… sure as hell wish I had… and… yet… it feels as if I had been best of friends with him. Maybe you feel that way too? Well, most of us had known him well… heard of / heard all he had done. After all… he’d been the producer running the audio mixer / multi-track tape decks during the Beatles’ recording sessions. But he had been so much more than a button pusher and lever shifter.

Martin had long been referred to as the fifth Beatle… without question, an apt appraisal… for it had been his musical sensibilities, which had inspired John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr to musically transcend the conventional… experiment with / explore instrumentation far beyond the realm and reach of mere guitars and drums. Although it’s in a non-aeronautical connotation of the phrase, he had successfully challenged the Fab Four to “break the sound barrier”.

He had rescued the Beatles from the pitfalls of marching in lockstep to Sixties era, formulaic rock and roll. Without his inestimable influence, they could’ve easily become just another mop top, British boy band… merely vying with their musical peers… trying to chart mostly forgettable, here today / gone tomorrow songs. In short, Martin had been the key to first unlocking and then throwing, wide open, the doors of what could’ve become this band’s recording studio prison.

The Beatles eventually gave Martin’s musical masterpiece ideas a chance and a “come together” communal spirit soon flourished. Working as a quintet, they wound up laying down tracks, which guaranteed that their spinning records would spawn and spark an entire revolution.

Had J, P, G & R not placed their credence in Martin… i.e., stuck, exclusively, to grinding out guitar driven, three-minute, three-chord rock? Well… I do believe this group’s novelty would’ve faded long before they had disbanded in 1970.

Digging more deeply, George Martin’s formal training / musical upbringing (inclusive of classical) had made a world of difference. I, too, can identify with such centuries old, uplifting of spirit, full orchestral sounds… for my parents had introduced me to this music at a very early age.

As a preschooler, my 331/3 rpm LP copy of Johann Strauss’ works… especially… The Blue Danube Waltz track… had nearly melted down on my Zenith monaural record player.

I had even performed my impromptu rendition of that waltz for my kindergarten classmates… “singing” that wordless melody in ¾ time while “accompanying” myself on a toy cash register (playing it as if it were a piano). All my classmates and even my teacher had gathered into a tight circle to surround me… where they remained transfixed… right up to my crescendo from that composition’s final movement.

So explains my lifelong love of classical music… my testimonial as to how and why it has always been so easy for me to get into “rock” incorporating full orchestral arrangements… such as the Beatles’ A Day In The Life, Golden Slumbers Medley, The Long And Winding Road and Goodnight.

Well… I suppose there’s little sense in trying to digress my way out of ending my tribute / farewell any longer…

I had never met George Martin… sure as hell wish I had… if for no other reason but to have thanked him for producing the mind blowing music, which motivated and defined my generation… tracks which have comprised and shall continue to make up the soundtrack of my life… songs that’ll endure long after I have made my own final journey upon that long, winding, outward bound road… recordings that’ll live on for as long as humankind manages not to self-destruct…

 

A Tale of Two Timelines (Part II)

 

To summarize Part I, John F. Kennedy’s America had been “the best of times” where “we had everything before us”. George W. Bush’s america [sic] had been the “worst of times” where “we had nothing before us”. Both former presidents had been temporal bookends to recent U.S. History… and looking (left to right) at that library shelf… we can still see JFK’s bookend steadily standing… while GWB’s has toppled to the ground. (All above quotes providing A Tale Of Two Cities, Dickensian assist to my political assessment).

While in Part I, JFK took center stage… Part II will zero in on GWB… the biggest ZERO to have ever taken the presidential oath of office.

True, we can never say, with any degree of certainty, exactly how our present-day America and world would be faring had JFK been our President for eight years… BUT… the one thing we can be sure of… because bullets, not ballots had prematurely removed this great man from office, we wound up with a void of truly liberal leadership and a catastrophic, alternate timeline ensued… namely, the Republican reign of terror… to name names, these are Oafs Of The Oval Office we got stuck with:

“I am not a crook” Watergate crook Tricky Dicky Nixon, the unpardonable Gerald Ford (who had granted clemency to his X-boss, the “San Clemente Kid”), B-actor / union buster / economy gutter Ronald Reagan and the Hitler disciples, Daddy and Sonny Bush.

The Lapdog / Lip Synched W ~ By far, the most revolting of this thoroughly nasty cast of characters was, and still is, George W. Bush. Of course, there had been a de facto prez holed up in that oft referred to secret, “secure undisclosed location”… that being Dick Cheney, who got off on pulling puppet W’s strings and throwing his menacing voice to put unconstitutional, un-American words into the ventriloquist dummy W’s mouth. Indeed, the brain-dead W had become malleable nutty putty in the hands of his own manipulative, malevolent VP. That’s why I now combine them into one entity and dub it Dick/W.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001 ~ In short, because of Dick/W’s negligence, collusion or opportunism (or some permutation involving those elements) the 9/11 attacks went down / provided the perfect excuse for an Executive Branch power grab… of course, aided and abetted by the U.S. Constitution gutting, (mostly) GOP authored U.S. Patriot Act.

Our pointing the (middle) finger of blame at Dick/W is essential… as is our recognizing all of the crime scene fingerprints, which this evil entity left behind. Here’s the rundown of what this archconservative beast did to run down our nation… down into the ground…

PLEASE NOTE: While some of the charges I bring against this entity, strictly speaking, would not likely stick under the scrutiny of judge and/or jury, perhaps it is time that we do deem them crimes. It’s impossible to be eyewitnesses to the massive damages (incurred by We The People and Our Nation) and not think otherwise.

Furthermore, I’ve written about these offenses in the present tense… after all… while the Dick/W Executive Branch entity is long gone… all these crimes are ongoing… continue to be committed (on their behalf) by the Ugly Un-Americans… a.k.a. the members of the GOP dominated U.S. House, Senate and Supreme Court.

 The Dick/W/Accessories (after the fact) Rap Sheet:

Crime #1: An UNfair and UNbalanced MSM ~ the FOX/FAUX News juggernaut incessantly bombards the AM /FM/TV airwaves with elitist, extremist, GOP propaganda … facilely brainwashing and subjugating the masses. Once these pseudo-journalists successfully warp a simple majority of the simpleminded, the sheeple can no longer wrap their minds around common sense thinking… and worse yet… vote accordingly. In the absence of critical thinking ANYTHING becomes possible.

Crime # 2: Big Brother Tactics ~ GPS tracking of cellphone signals pinpoints our exact latitude and longitude… ubiquitous, terrestrial security cams record and watch our every movement (as well as measure / log our facial geometry)… electronic surveillance records our mouse clicks and every syllable of our emails, texts and phone conversations.

Our computer webcams can’t be turned off and the same can be said for those spying electronic “eyeballs” surreptitiously embedded within new digital flat screen televisions. Unless you’re the exhibitionist/aspiring porn star type, you might want to rethink having that second TV in the boudoir. Even our checked out library books, which we innocently read in bed, have likely been deemed subversive… our library card activity getting unduly logged in our bulging NSA dossiers.

Crime #3: Legalized B & E Goon Squads ~ Sans any search warrants, GOP emboldened government agents still stage on a whim home invasions… whether we’re home or not. And here’s the real kicker… they’re not legally bound to even inform us that they’ve been illegally searching our drawers… where we stash our freshly laundered “drawers”.

Crime #4: The God/Government Mash-up ~ Odd that the godless, anything for a buck capitalists / the “get big government off our backs” screeching GOP would give a damn about religion… and use it to get on our backs… but… after all… throwing “god” in our faces is just one more (d)effective / unconstitutional tool to use against the masses.

True, blurring the separation of church and state is in direct violation of the U.S. Constitution / Bill of Rights. Equally true, Theocracy threatens each and every citizen’s religious freedom (inclusive of the freedom FROM religion).

Under those conditions, our two options could eventually take on the form of an ultimatum: EITHER show up for high mass each Sunday OR ELSE you’ll be stoned to death. Hmmm… kind of reminds one of the type of punishment meted out by intolerant Iranian Clerics, huh? Hmmm… now how could the GOP ever, possibly favor THAT when they claim to hate Iran with a passion? Or do they?

Crime # 5: Hatred of Women ~ Taking their cue (once more) from Iranian Clerics, misogyny routinely gets scrawled all over the GOP’s tainted with sexism legislation and SCOTUS rulings. These severely flawed laws (I have invented the contraction f’laws) all bleat out their beastly, sexist message loud and clear… “Keep ‘em barefoot and pregnant, DAMN IT!”

Under this male dominated, discriminatory system, women earn far less pay (for the same work skills, which men possess) and… as for woman losing their right to choose… well… that is one Iranian-minded, SCOTUS judge appointment away from becoming the new reality. In anticipation of that… no doubt… opportunistic right-wingers are scooping up shares of stock related to the manufacturing of wire coat hangers.

Crime #6: Ginned Up Xenophobia / Homophobia ~ The GOP does love to foment foaming at the mouth hatred among the rabid rabble. Added to the mix of seething rancor is the abundance of guns. Minorities, who successfully duck the flying bullets, can expect a prompt visit from the Republican Un-Welcome Wagon, its drivers under strict orders to boot out every minority group who clashes with the GOP’s mostly Wonder Bread™ complexions.

Hell, someday, they might even try to deport Lady Liberty / crate up the Statue of Liberty (perhaps because she’s French?) or, in lieu of that, douse her immigrant-welcoming torch with buckets of vile, archconservative bile.

Righties also embrace homophobia… after all… they do wish to project an image of inclusiveness.

Crime #7: Banana Republic Elections ~ True, the Citizens United / pro corporate citizenship ruling did occur post Dick/W but that’s because this entity had loaded up that supremely stupid bench with rightwing hacks. Emboldened Big Biz now, more than ever, bankrolls / props up figurehead puppet / ventriloquist dummy candidates.

Righties also suppress free elections by Gerrymandering districts, disenfranchising minorities, misdirecting voters to wrong polling places AND ensure unendurably long lines by limiting the number of voting booths, printing out confusing ballots and eliminating straight ticket voting.

Beyond that, there’s both low and high tech ballot box stuffing (e.g. conveniently misplacing liberal absentee ballots and by hacking into voting machine software). If all else “fails”? Well that’s where the U.S. Supreme Court’s crusty curmudgeon radical right, black robed bastards will thumb their collective nose at the voters.

Any of the above tactics will ensure the GOP candidate will be declared the winner… whether or not [s]he actually snagged sufficient votes to win.

Crime #8: Robin Hood in Reverse ~ The upward redistribution of the wealth is a.k.a. supply side… a.k.a. trickle down… a.k.a. voodoo economics. Time and time again, this proven economic policy flop has devastated and impoverished the middle class, driven the already down and out into abject squalor and tanked out national and global economies.

Adding to the average Jane and Joe woes is the GOP’s savage labor union busting and heartless perpetuation of a non-living, minimum wage.

Crime #9: The Hand Out of “Too Big To Fail” Security Blankets ~ The GOP deregulates Big Biz / financial institutions to allow them to recklessly engage in doomed to fail, bankrupt of ethics, corporate and Wall Street misconduct. Then, when these money junkie criminals wind up collapsing and crashing everything on a global scale, these crybabies come whining to Uncle Sam about their need to recoup their mega-billion buck losses. Such federal bailouts are a.k.a. shakedowns of the vastly less fortunate, average Jane and Joe taxpayers (those who can least afford to see their hard earned bucks wind up as welfare for the wealthy).

So… do these money junkies ever learn from their past mistakes? For your answer… well… just reread that above paragraph… over and over and over and over…

Crime #10: The Geocentric / Flat Earth Society ~ This is a.k.a. rightwing world’s flat out denial of nearly all time honored scientific principles… especially those which zero in on ozone depletion and climate change / global warming. To be sure, here, nearly everyone who shuns science is also clueless re the basic concept of cause and effect… cannot possibly understand that:

a. Ozone depletion causes excessive, harmful UV rays to strike the Earth, which causes cataracts and cancerous skin lesions.

b. Industrial thermal pollution spawns freakishly ferocious, killer wind, rain, snow and ice storms, which causes loss of life, limb, real estate and personal possessions.

c. Fossil fuels are linked to the buildup of excessive amounts of both atmospheric Carbon Dioxide and Methane (the latter gas 84 times more damaging to our environment than CO2). In The End there will be a runaway greenhouse effect… one, which will melt our polar icecaps. And since all of that water will have to go somewhere… it will. It’ll inundate our coastlines / flood out our major metropolises… limiting our options to sink or swim.

d. Factory smokestacks belching out particulate pollution is making every breath we take hazardous to our health… sickening and snuffing out humanity all over the globe.

e. Industrial effluent (e.g. the lead found in Flint, MI’s tap water) is spilling forth into our lakes, rivers, streams and promptly filtering into underground water tables… poisoning all who consume this cocktail of nasty, body and brain damaging chemicals / proven carcinogens.

f. Industrial pollution, eventually, works its way into our food chain, severely sickening and guaranteeing early deaths for all creatures, great and small.

Crime #11: Renewable Energy… on the Fossil Fuel Fueled Backburner ~ Most righties are shortsighted… oh… what the hell… let’s just call ‘em stupid… for they fail to see how innovative, alternative green technologies would not only produce a smaller carbon footprint upon Earth’s fragile biosphere but also reduce (and eventually end) U.S. dependence on foreign oil. Their energy policy:

a. Encourages waste by discouraging the construction of green homes / offices, appliances and vehicles.

b. Domestically, fracks up everything… those fracked up regions now stricken by massive earthquakes.

c. Internationally, requires ceaseless meddling into the internal affairs of OPEC nations… just to ensure our oil “junkie” nation can continue to get its “fix”.

Crime #12: Violation of OPEC Nations ~ These Righties encourage encroachment within the Middle East… which fuels resentment and outrage… which fuels deadly terrorist acts… which fuels U.S. retaliatory strikes… which fuels endless no-win, blood for oil wars… which, in the end, only serves to endlessly recycle this vicious cycle. Around and around and around it goes… and when it won’t stop… the whole world blows?

a. Sans any trial, chickenhawk righties mete out sentences to indefinitely imprison POWs… file them away at Gitmo (Alphabetically? By height/weight? By nationality? By the Dewy Decimal System? Who the hell knows?). Then the sadistic “fun” really begins… the incarcerated are subjected to waterboarding and other forms of torture… uh… excuse me… I should’ve used that full of BS euphemism: “enhanced interrogation techniques”.

b. Chickenhawks also see nothing wrong in NEEDLESSLY putting our own courageous military personnel in harms way… maiming / mangling their bodies… messing up their minds with PTSD… sending them to early graves.

c. Once Middle East terrorist recruiters point the finger of blame westward… castigate the U.S. for its avarice fueled foreign policy… needless to say… al Qaeda / ISIS “management” can easily motivate / enrage prospective “labor”… talk them into signing up / showing up for duty… even if that duty is to blow themselves up or kamikaze jets into high-rise architecture.

Crime #13: Sucking Up to the NRA ~ Righties love this organization “loaded” with reptilian brained, knuckle-headed knuckle-draggers. The NRA has mutated our society into a road raging, Wild West, bullets flying warzone where even innocent elementary school children get blown away.

End of Rap Sheet? I must concede that, with the overabundance of Righty wrongs I may’ve overlooked a few. Since I firmly believe that we learn more while listening than while talking… I’d love to “hear out” whatever additions you may have to my list of 13. The comment box below awaits your input.

President Barack Obama’s Herculean Task ~ In Greek Mythology, the fifth task (out of twelve), which Hercules had to confront was cleaning up the Augean stables. This is an apt comparison to Obama’s cleanup of eight year’s worth of Dick/W’s eight-miles high figurative dung heap.

Our sitting POTUS, through no fault of his own, has yet to do so. That’s because (figuratively speaking) infantile Righties in the U.S. House and Senate / on the Supreme Court bench do give me (hopefully… you, too) the distinct impression that they’ve all soiled their Depends undergarments… that they DO fully enjoy sitting in the squishy warmth of their own doo-doo.

The BM / Expressionist Movement ~ Right leaning “legislators” also branch out into expressionism… i.e., resort to fecal painting all over their newly written f’laws… and like-minded SCOTUS judges do the same while interpreting them. Worse yet, they’ve been totally defying any grown up Leftie… flat out denying any grown up Democrat… even the slightest opportunity to change those loaded diapers.

Looking at this in another sense, DC gridlock is akin to a wonder drug resistant STD. I’ll just invent a new acronym… let’s refer to it as a PTD (Politically Transmitted Disease). And whether or not it’ll ever be curable depends on the American electorate.

On Election Day 2016 and every first Tuesday in November to follow (for as long as it takes) we must show the exit door to each and every sicko Republican who politically sickens our society and world. And to be fair here… we must also do the same re any Democrat who, in reality, is a DINO.

To Review and Reemphasize… Dick/W Never Really Went Away ~ I’d be willing to cut the GOP some slack if this were simply a matter of empty-headed men wearing empty suits AND/OR this involved the oblivious to reality hero worship of Reagan AND/OR was merely a case of unruly, terrible twos being trapped in adults’ bodies… after all… stupidity, fashion faux pas, superficiality, idolatry and immaturity are not actionable crimes… BUT

There’s something far more disturbing to this gridlock than radical Republicans being Dumber-than-Dumbo white elephants in need of a circus trainer, stick-figure figureheads in need of a finishing school / fashion makeover, wildly partisan cultists in need of a deprogrammer’s intervention or arrested development victims in need of a sternly intoned “go stand in the corner” time-out. A citizen’s arrest would be more to the point. Why?

It’s the serious, perhaps irreparable damage, which Republican extremists have already inflicted (and are still inflicting) upon our nation / world. They HAVE degraded / downgraded the U.S./us into “lowercase america” and, owing to these extremists’ uncompromising ‘tude, our nation’s dismal, depressing, gray tableau isn’t likely to get repainted in any permanent, cheerful hues anytime soon. Hell, we’ll likely remain in that dismal state for countless generations to come.

As for all, which Obama has managed to accomplish… i.e., whatever bright hues he has managed to paint upon the American landscape, for the most part, this has been brushed on with (executive order) watercolors… watercolors, which any cold, rightwing torrential rains could easily wash into our nation’s catch basins / storm sewers shortly after some GOP POTUS elect takes his/her talons off the Inaugural Bible… soon after the orchestral echoes of “Hail To The Chief” fade off into the dead silence… the odd, odious coda being some impending, Republican Dark Ages redux.

Drinking Buddy Candidates Need Not Apply ~ And if too many voters lack common sense, a radical Republican chokehold over all three governmental branches could ensue. Never forget that the next POTUS likely gets to appoint several judges to the Supreme Court… lifelong term wielding judges, who could do radical Republican dirty work / damage, perhaps up to three + decades after… oh… say… a Donald Trump, Ted Cruz or Jeb Bush would be term limited out of power.

If too many voters, ISO a new drinking buddy, fail to see these ominous, churning storm clouds looming on the political horizon, all that radical Republican Dark Ages type “fit” could hit the “shan” as soon as January 20, 2017. We could wind up with a crude, retrograde “civilization” where not one single, solitary sunray of hope could ever manage to penetrate, warm and brighten our once great land.

Folks… considering all the grotesque twists and turns during this 2016 presidential election year, our chances for reclaiming that capital “A” for lowercase america are not good.

Case in point #1 ~ I cite the GOP “size matters” debates where these male would-be rulers are practically dropping their drawers and hauling out actual rulers to prove how they’d measure up as the next POTUS. In this case, one would hope they’d not be so well endowed… at least then, they’d not be able to “big time” screw our nation / world.

Case in point #2 ~ This past Saturday afternoon, I received a phone call, (allegedly) from a Bernie Sanders campaign worker who, upon my grilling him with my own Q’s, went off on a name calling, beyond the pale tirade to diss Hillary Clinton. He even claimed he’d vote for Donald Trump if Sanders didn’t win the nomination AND adamantly maintained that Republican Trump is more liberal than Democrat Clinton and, as such, could pick more acceptable SCOTUS judges than she (methinks this rude dude is a dirty tricking, Karl Rove clown/clone).

Is there anybody out there? Sorry for re-asking that Q… but… I’m still hoping to take my Quantum Leap into the alternate reality where JFK had never traveled to Dallas on 11-22-1963… had won a second term and still lives today (as a soon to be centenarian)… where his post POTUS resume boasts of ambassadorships, being America’s elder statesman, authoring dozens of books… where he still appears at book signings, routinely speaks at political rallies and travels the collegiate lecture hall circuit.

To that end… once more… I beseech anyone out on the WWW (in possession of such inter-dimensional leaping prowess) to leave me her or his contact info in the comment box below.

Even if, in my trying to get there, I were to wind up perishing, with my dying breath I’d still echo Mr. Charles Dickens’ “Tale” ending sentiments to say…

“It is a far, far better thing that I do than I have ever done… it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”