Since We don’t have a prayer…

Our Father who art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done.

On earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

And forgive us our trespasses,

As we forgive those who trespass against us,

And lead us not into temptation,

But deliver us from evil.

Amen.

 

 

Your Choice… Hillary’s Haven or Donald’s Dystopia

Folks, if you claim Donald Trump would make America “great”… it’s high time you say, “OH YUCK”, spit out that ORANGE Kool-Aid™, AND elect Hillary Clinton. But, if you’re still swallowing all the lies he’s been feeding you, before you try to elect him tomorrow… pay heed to these 13 ways Trump’s hardcore rightwing BS could adversely affect nearly every aspect of civilized society… for countless generations to come.

  1. Trump would likely get to appoint up to three (or more) U.S. Supreme Court Judges, who’d remain on the bench until the day they died. Whomever he chooses could only mirror his severe personality flaws, ergo, Trump’s time in office would extend perhaps up to three (or more) DECADES beyond his term limited eight years… and the legal precedents set by these judicial hack, Trump clones could inflict damage upon our society that’d be incalculable and irreparable.
  2. Trump would resurrect Reaganomics from the dead (FOR A SECOND TIME), crash the Stock Market (AGAIN) and wipe out every average Jane and Joe’s meager savings accounts / investments (funds, which were supposed last throughout their retirement years).
  3. Trump’s recession would result in massive double-digit unemployment. Folks, unable to pay their monthly bills, would default on their mortgages, thereby changing their forwarding street addresses to whatever freeway overpasses would become the roofs over their heads… to whatever Hoovervilles they’d wind up pitching their tents / unrolling their sleeping bags.
  4. Trump’s lust for economic green, at the expense of environmental green, would increase the smog (inclusive of greenhouse gasses, methane and CO2) AND deplete the ozone layer (all of this compromising our chances for good health). Severe climate change would also unleash unearthly arctic blasts, killer ice / snowstorms, deadly heat waves and freakishly severe hurricanes, tornados and lightning bolts. Biblical proportion deluges would plunge most of our world’s coastlines and island nations underwater. Excessive rains and droughts would, respectively, make swamplands and dustbowls out of once arable farmland… eventually making it damned near impossible for farmers and ranchers to feed America / the world… leading to mass starvation.
  5. Trump rather than intelligently trying to cure Obamacare of what ails it would ignorantly bury it… once again denying Americans the health insurance we deserve.
  6. Once Trump hunts down and deports all Hispanics and Muslims he’d need to find someone new to hate. During the next presidential election cycle, he’d train his crosshairs on any and all non-WASPS. Both Trump and his best bud, Klansman David Duke, would ensure that black lives and the lives of all other minorities don’t matter. Trump would wrongfully deem the aged, infirm and disabled to be akin to court jesters who he’d gleefully mock and laugh at.
  7. Trump’s bad behavior would become the unacceptable accepted paradigm, which municipalities’ city managers, mayors and police chiefs would employ when interviewing and hiring cops. Police forces would wind up with even more power-tripping officers who’d get off on needlessly profiling, stopping and frisking, Tasering and detaining anyone who’d stand still… and blowing away anyone who’d try to run away. Armed vigilantes would further deteriorate and irritate society by gleefully adding their psychotic behavior into this already volatile mix. Trump would be way cool with kangaroo courts… illegal proceedings sans legal defense attorneys and juries… where ugly “judges” get handsomely rewarded when they summarily convict the accused and then cram their prisoners (like sardines) into each and every one of America’s for “fun” and profit, privatized gulags.
  8. Trump would sign into law a congressionally legislated repeal of all gun control measures, creating a fifty statewide warzone… thereby ensuring that every minute of every day, bullets would be ricocheting off of every manmade structure and ripping through the flesh of every God made, hapless human being. The resultant sky-high piles of nameless corpses would get bulldozed into mass graves.
  9. Trump, the misogynist pig and pimp, would have zero qualms about forcing women into prostitution. The legions of young males, whose minds he will have corrupted and molded to conform to his own oinking image, would mutate into marauding rape gangs rendering no female, regardless of age, exempt from being sexually groped, violated and assaulted… and these malefactor males would commit these crimes with virtually 100% impunity. Women would be further objectified and dishonored… reduced to incubator status and condemned to a wretched existence where, throughout their child bearing years, they’d labor on Trump’s baby assembly lines… become the procreators of slave labor who he’d whip into submission… force into performing every disagreeable, degrading task imaginable… inclusive of fighting and dying in his never ending, no-win wars.
  10. Trump would declare wars… perhaps on a monthly basis… against a forever-growing list of his pick and choose enemies, who he’d also waterboard and torture. The only thing that’d stop him from going nuclear would be that it’d all be over way too quickly for his sadistic rapture to kick in.
  11. Trump would arrest and imprison each and every one of his newfound, 2016, political enemies… inclusive of Hillary and Bill Clinton, his victimized female accusers who outed him as a sexual predator AND the fourth estate journalists, who gave them their voice. And, owing to his “spirit of inclusiveness”, bloggers, who he hates, would likely wind up in Donny’s Dungeon, too.
  12. Trump’s propaganda ministers would dominate the broadcast and print media and systematically discredit legitimate journalists who are supposed to keep tyrants like Trump in check. Donald would also block access to any Internet site, which would refuse to stroke and stoke his already grotesquely inflated ego and threaten to expose his fascist plot to overthrow America.
  13. Trump’s gutting of the U.S. Constitution / Bill of Rights would spare only the Second Amendment. Figuratively speaking, that misogynist would wind up savagely raping and mercilessly beating and battering Lady Liberty to death.

Well there you have it, my  compatriots…

If Donny’s Dystopia is your idea of what America should be, then Trump is your boy. If all the above horrifies you as much as it horrifies me… you’ll join me, tomorrow, as we head to the polls to establish Hillary’s Haven.

99 Word Blog (#067) A Revolting Trump Fanatics’ Revolt?

 

Donald Trump is easily angered and emotionally compromised.

How would his devotees, sporting similarly unstable dispositions, react to Trump losing and refusing to concede?

Their revolting, pre-Election Day activities provide us clues… e.g., they’ve flaunted their guns to intimidate Democratic Party campaign volunteers, early voters and even… I kid you not… kids.

Worse yet, Wisconsin’s Sheriff David A. Clarke has tweeted that it’s “pitchforks and torches time.”

While we weren’t present to see America’ birth… we just could wind up witnessing its death.

Does my saying so make me a sensationalist or soothsayer? We’ll know soon after Election Day.

99 Word Blog (#066) An Election Day No Win Scenario

 

Donald Trump… WIN or LOSE… could easily wind up the biggest threat to humankind, who has ever (allegedly) walked on two feet.

If Trump Wins… then a simple majority of simpletons will’ve written a blank check to that morally bankrupt, billionaire bully… empowered a serial sexual predator and Klansman… will’ve unleashed a rampaging political monster who’ll promptly burn America down… to the ground.

If Trump Loses… his heavily armed, sorehead loser supporters could easily go berserk… pour out into the streets on their vengeance seeking, take no prisoners, blood splattering rampage and promptly burn America down… to the ground.

 

 

99 Word Blog (#065) SpotOn HuffPo Blogger Lucia Brawley

 

So… you say you’re voting for Donald Trump?

If yes… read Lucia Brawley’s Blog!

Even if no… read her true blue American sentiments anyway!

If, afterwards, anyone is still hell-bent on empowering Trump… know this…

It’s entirely possible that our Founding Fathers didn’t write sufficient safeguards into our Constitution to protect us/the U.S. from your alarming and appalling lack of wisdom.

In THE END… DONALD TRUMP and YOU would manage to obliterate everything good America represents… would FUBAR our precious nation… would succeed where Adolf Hitler and Osama bin Laden had failed.

Electing Hillary Clinton is our ONLY hope.

 

Don’t Fear The Reaper

Preface

Although this fictional story can stand on it’s own two feet, to set the optimal mood, (time permitting) view the above video prior to reading onward.

Chapter One

Gavin yanks the 9-volt battery from his klaxon-like smoke detector, chuckling a bit while stepping down from his wooden, three-wrung, kitchen ladder. It’d been the lit 60+ candles atop his very own two layer, thickly chocolate frosted, devils-food birthday cake, which had set off that, at times, overly sensitive, perhaps malfunctioning device. His slight smile now crossfades into a deep frown as his sudden realization kicks in… namely… he feels his life is going up in smoke.

True, so far… as far as he knows… only the normal aging process is slowly but surely, unraveling his life. Yet, that’s but a small consolation considering there’s no escaping the inescapable truth… from the moment we’re born, the lifeless gray, grainy sands of time start relentlessly running downward… passing from the upper to lower chambers of the hourglass possessed by the ghoulish Grim Reaper.

Gavin can almost feel the swooshing draft of ice cold death as Mr. Reaper brandishes his scythe and “playfully” threatens to tap the top of his eventual victim’s noggin… can practically hear that ghoul’s unnerving, otherworldly guffaws accompanying his gruffly intoned, menacing, parting words, “Good-bye for now… but… I’ll see you soon!”

Chapter Two

Seven torn off calendar pages later… mere days following All Hallows’ Eve… several hours past dusk on this blustery night… we find Gavin arming his clock radio in order to wake up to music. Switching off the pale glowing lamp, standing tall before the curtain parted, raindrop beaded windowpanes, he beholds the fluttering maple and oak leaves scattering across the ground… hears the soft pine and cedar branches brushing against the window screens… witnesses the occasional breaks in the clouds permitting the sparkling starlight to shine through.

He shivers as he lets the curtains fall back into place. The sound of nine chimes emanate from the downstairs foyer’s grandfather clock. Slipping between the bed sheets, his body heat starts to ease the chill he feels all the way down to his bone marrow. Dozing off, his last conscious thoughts of the day still excessively obsess about his own mortality.

Gavin is heading off into the land of dreams but, considering his troubled state of mind, sweet dreams would be far from an apt description.

So… will this ONLY be a nightmare… or something more?

Chapter Three

Gavin soon winds up at the REM stage… tossing and turning while turning the tables on the horrifying Mr. Reaper. He’s actually relentlessly stalking his enemy. Perhaps recklessly so, he’s also gleefully firing up his alter-ego’s snarky, I refuse to be intimidated, devil-may-care attitude. His primary mission, on behalf of humanity, is to order the Grim Reaper to stand down… or die trying.

Even Gavin’s inside his head pep talk instructs and prods him onward…

What the Hell… why the F not? On the odd chance I might buy each of my fellow humans a few more years, would that not make my dangerous undertaking all the more worthwhile? Hey, at the very least, I might wind up making death far less scary for everyone.

A snap of the twig, which Gavin has just stepped on, almost seems to trigger a flash of lightning and immediate crash of thunder. The near blinding afterimage and high decibel rumbling reverberations have hardly begun to die down when the Grim Reaper stops DEAD in his tracks… crouching a mere ten feet away. Gavin, taking that as his cue, knows it’s now or never. He hails his foe, thusly…

Pssst… hey Reaper! Yeah… I’m talkin’ to you! C’mon over… this’ll only take five minutes, tops. What do I want? Uh… well… since there’s no way to put this delicately, I’ll just blurt it out.

FOR GOD’S SAKE WILL YOU PLEASE BURY THAT GROTESQUE, SPOOKY PERSONA OF YOURS? YOU’RE CREEPING EVERYBODY OUT!

Seriously… an image makeover is long overdue, pal. Think earth tones! Deep-Six that depressing, dreary, black hooded robe and replace it with… oh… say… a hunter green hoodie and a pair of stain and wrinkle resistant, khaki hued, cotton slacks. In your bloody line of work, easy to launder would be a plus and, lest we forget, cotton is “the fabric of our lives™!” Oh… so sorry… I guess that’d be in poor taste since you don’t dig life.

Let’s move on now to that anachronistic hourglass. Seriously, who the hell, in the 21st Century would ever choose to lug around such a bulky low-tech timepiece? Can’t your cell tell you what time it is? Do you mean to tell me you’ve not developed and installed the necessary software on your devices to keep tabs on the timelines of the 7 billion plus Earthly souls?

As for that nasty ol’ scythe of yours… do you really need to brandish such a formidable blade? If you really must resort to intimidation by threatening physical violence, how about studying martial arts? With Karate chops, the bloodshed would be next to none. In time, you might even earn your black belt. After all, basic black IS your favorite color, right? Am I right?

Think about it, Mr. Reaper… you could pass yourself off as a hip, professional, tech savvy, debonair, far less overbearing dude. Look, if you don’t clean up your act soon, U.S. Homeland Security is bound to flag you… move you to the top of their Terrorist Watch list! And once you’re on it… you’re on it for life. Hey, don’t roll your eyes… life isn’t a four letter word… well… OK… on a technically it is… but not in the sense of life being profane.

Let’s now move on to the inner you. Long story short, you’re worrying me sick. Schedule an appointment with your primary care physician, STAT! You’re nothing but dry, moldering bones; one has to wonder just what in tarnation is holding you together, anyway? Tar? Duct Tape? Superglue™? ‘The cadaverous look is dead, big guy! Even some catwalk models are starting to see the light… are going off their starvation diets! Key here is hydration and nutrition. At the very least, you’ll need to get in your daily eight, eight ounce glasses of H2O and triple your caloric intake.

Hey, ix-nay on those four-letter words, pal, I’m trying to maintain a family friendly nightmare!

Say what? You’re delighted that I’m worried sick? Rather than passing on my know-nothing knowhow I should just see the light and pass on? Screw the earth tones? You’re current image is exactly what you’re going for? You’re completely happy with THAT? OK, have it your way… as if that’s anything new, huh?

And away he goes… muttering obscenities… storming off into a dense billowing bank of dark, dank fog. Geesh, that guy sure has anger management issues! Hey! Did you see that? He just turned to whip me the finger! Look, he flipped me off again!

Well… there go five minutes of my life I can never get back! Of course… considering how PO’d I got him, I may be as good as dead already! Well, looks like I’ll just deep-six any of my future dealings with Mr. Reaper… well, at least until we meet again… in the end… in the end… in the end… in the end…

Epilogue

At daybreak, Gavin’s fitful sleep comes to an abrupt end as his clock radio awakens him to the sounds of a subdued cover of Blue Oyster Cult’s, Don’t Fear The Reaper… performed by the Harp Twins Camille and Kennerly.

As his mind momentarily zones out to the mesmerizing, melodic tones of their angelic harp playing, Gavin cannot help but wonder if he’s just awoken from a nightmarish dream… or was it something more?

 

November Blogcast… Music With A Message

 

Wow… it’s so hard to believe how fast October flew on by. With the arrival of the first day of the new month, that means it’s time for another Blogcast.

I dedicate this music to all who’ve taken the time to stop by… especially to my American compatriots, who’ll soon be heading out to the polls to cast their ballots to culminate our way too long, presidential selection process. To be diplomatic, let’s just sum up what we’ve just endured as uNneRvInG and leave it at that.

And that having been said, it’s now time to ear and eyewitnesses these four jams… each one jam-packed with thought provoking messages and images.

Michael Franti & Spearhead ~ Good to Be Alive Today

Youngbloods ~ Get Together

Marvin Gaye ~ What’s Going On

Dion ~ Abraham, Martin & John

Thank you for tuning into my show. If you’ve enjoyed what you’ve heard, click that “like button”, perhaps leave a comment and be sure to meet me back here for my next Blogcast on December 1, 2016.

 

Vote For Tim Kaine

 

One week from today, Americans heading for the polls will be facing down the twin, regrettable realities that Barack Obama’s presidency will soon be in the history books AND his potential successors, Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton are both flawed.

Nonetheless… somebody will still need to show up at the Oval Office next January 20th.

Let’s assess just a few of Donald Trump’s flaws… From atop the stump he has proven himself to be a hardcore Klansman, who might as well don a white-sheeted hoodie and robe. Also, while aboard the Billy Bush bus, he once fessed up to being a sexual predator, who serially violates women.

Let’s assess just a few of Mike Pence’s flaws… Most notably, Trump’s running mate idolizes the sociopathic, sadistic torturer and war criminal, XVP Dick Cheney, who has avoided getting his ass hauled before the Hague to be tried, convicted and imprisoned for his blatant, unrepentant, multiple crimes against humanity inflicted upon Iraq and Afghanistan… many of which he’s publicly and brazenly fessed up to.

That both Trump and Pence are assessing all their flaws as assets is bad enough. Far worse is how their supporters are still swarming all around them… not unlike how flies are drawn to a pile of festering, fetid feces.

SIDEBAR… It’d certainly be an indictment of America… proof of our nation’s vanishing values… were these two political profligates to still amass the 270 electoral votes required for them to take out the White House.

To credit Donald Trump a bit… he’s a fashionably dressed empty suit.

Worst Case Scenario… President Trump would be a temperamental, tweeting tyrant, who’d inflict such massive economic, ecologic, societal and Constitutional damage, he could easily blow the USA right off the map… perhaps even take out the entire world with it.

Let’s assess just a few of Hillary Clinton’s flaws… She used a national security compromising, private email server during her stint as Secretary of State AND then allowed her blind political ambition and CYA attitude to cloud her better judgment… thereby complicating, maybe even obstructing an FBI investigation. She’s since publicly admitted her errors and that’s a good sign… i.e., she’s taken the first step towards self-correcting. Unlike Trump, whose died-in-the-wool racism and misogyny make him beyond redemption, there’s still good reason to believe Clinton is salvageable.

To credit Clinton a bit… she’d bring to the job her staunch belief in America’s core values, which champion inclusiveness regardless of one’s national origin, ethnicity, spirituality, gender identity / sexual orientation… her hopes to end the heartless class warfare where the haves ruthlessly shakedown the have-nots … her vision and commitment to protect and save Earth’s fragile environment … her considerable expertise and experience revolving around the complexities of international affairs.

Worst Case Scenario… it’s a virtual certainty that President Clinton would be relentlessly investigated by both the FBI and Congress… to the point where the latter faction would ensure she’d never get anything of significance accomplished towards the betterment of our American and global society. There’d also be a distinct possibility she’d be impeached and kicked out of office… at which point the presidential line of succession would kick in… thereby making VP Tim Kaine the next POTUS.

Conclusion… By now it should be abundantly clear to all thinkers that electing America’s first female president is, by far, the lesser of two evils… that in our limited, two party system, the ONE AND ONLY way to ensure that evil incarnate, Donald Trump, does not emerge victorious next Tuesday is to elect Hillary Clinton.

For anyone who still has a problem with that… don’t vote for her… instead… think of it as voting for Tim Kaine.