A Major League Demonstration

 

Deep down, I didn’t like it when World Series attendees, en masse, loudly booed Donald J. Trump. Yes, you’ve read that correctly. It’s not that Fascist Vladimir Putin’s understudy didn’t deserve it… BUT

As an American, I’d expect any Oval Office dweller to be deemed sufficiently reputable to… at the very least… warrant perfunctory applause. Alas, Donald is not that man.

Beyond that, the Trumpster has no one but himself to blame for this baseball stadium crowd’s raucous chants of “Lock him up!” After all, his obstruction of justice deeds always fly in the face of his words claiming innocence. After all, he is the very Rabble-Rouser-In-Chief who, first, whips his campaign rally’s throngs into a rabid lather and, next, contentedly stands back as they enthrall him with their exuberant chants of “Lock her up!” and “Send them Back!”

During these past, nearly 3 (million) years, Sunday night was one of the few instances… perhaps even the only one… where the so-called prez has ever been confronted by real Americans… not the paid for, trained seals who frequent his propaganda ministers’ staged events.

Oh, that crestfallen look on Donny’s face when his protective bubble was finally burst… upon his realization that the mindless, unconditional adulation that he flat-out demands would not be forthcoming. It’s a sure bet that if he had it his way, he’d have locked them up!

A rational man would’ve viewed this demonstration as his wake up call… gone back to the White House to do some serious soul searching… to start mapping out a policy changing path, that’d earn him some genuine admiration. Alas, Donald is not that man.

It’s not difficult to imagine what actually went down afterwards. Scores of his handlers must’ve been rudely awakened by phone calls notifying them of a hastily convened, top-secret, emergency meeting. Then, upon arrival, they promptly heaped on their praise for their boss until their verbal manure was nose deep in the Oval Office.

Even though humoring such an individual can only worsen his chances of ever getting guided back to good mental health, I suppose it was all for the better.

Would we rather see the man-child throwing his “I’ll show them”, nuclear temper tantrum?

 

 

 

 

Feelin’ Grooy ~ Vid of the Day

Marina & Arne-Jan’s cover of the Simon & Garfunkel folk/rock classic… 59th Street Bridge Song… a.k.a. Feelin’ Groovy… will provide us all a Feelin’ Groovy vibe on this Wednesday.

Oh, btw, do check out this duet’s unique percussion section, too.

 

 

 

 

 

Just sayin’…

 

Donny maintains that a sitting president is entitled to legal privilege not afforded a private citizen and, as such, the legal authorities are not free to investigate him the same way they would a private citizen. Yet, he feels entitled to a private citizen’s legal protections when the U.S. House of Representatives attempts to legally investigate him as a sitting president.

Hmm… would not such protections instantaneously morph him into a private citizen, who could then be duly arrested, charged, arraigned, tried, convicted, sentenced and jailed?

Just sayin’…

 

 

 

 

Fortune Cookie Blog (mythology analogy)

 

In Greek mythology the Hydra was a serpent-like, multi-headed beast. Were
a warrior to cut off 1 of its heads, it would, instantly, regenerate 2 in its place.
Heracles knew he would need his nephew Iolaus’ help to emerge triumphant.
In American mythology, a headstrong “commander” takes on a multi-headed,
regenerative beast a.k.a. the Terrorist. With too many heads to contend with,
sans a latter-day Iolaus, he could be in over his head; and emerge defeated.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fortune Cookie Blog (Who wins the war?)

 

Lackluster lone wolf leaders, who only kill the terrorist bigshot of the moment,
merely attack terrorism’s symptoms. To cure the disease, itself, will require a
consortium of altruistic visionary leaders, who’ll foster the innate human spirt
of industriousness, self-respect and self-reliance to rescue our world’s needy
from poverty. Terrorist recruiters’ salespitches will soon fall on deaf ears when
hungry tummies and minds are fed and sated with decent food and thoughts.

 

 

 

 

 

ISO things more happy than blue (Vid of the Day)

Do we not all yearn for the dawn of the new day… to bear witness to the too long absent, rising sun… to observe… in welcoming awe… as the sunlight finally reasserts itself and peacefully overrules the darkness of our world… in our lives?

Minstrel of the Dawn Gordon Lightfoot has arrived to ease us into the new day… well… at least, here, in my Michigan time zone. For those who dwell in regions behind and ahead, perhaps the lingering memories of this clip will suffice in guiding you forward into today’s and tomorrow’s upcoming dawn…