Who Killed “Thou Shalt Not Kill”?

Ring of Fire’s YouTube channel blurb succinctly sets up our featured clip…

Kyle Rittenhouse, the suspect who allegedly killed two Black Lives Matters protestors in Kenosha, Wisconsin last week has become a hero for the unhinged Right, and a Christian fundraising website has allowed these pro-murder Republicans to raise nearly half a million dollars for his defense. The Republicans are the pro-murder Party, there is no other way to say it. Ring of Fire’s Farron Cousins discusses this disgusting turn of events.

About all I can add is that America’s Founding Fathers had been wise to insist on the Constitutional Separation of Church and State and, most assuredly, they’d have frowned upon Donald J. Trump’s bastardization, politicization and radicalization of religion, too.

Although I remain a spiritual man, my own interest in organized religion ebbed at the tender age of 12. That’s mainly because I saw the hypocrisy of the adult congregants, who, in actuality, only showed up each Sunday to sport their finery / flaunt their material possessions. Hell, had it been any WORSE, after the benediction, the menfolk would’ve rushed out to the parking lot to rev the engines of their brand spanking new, swank rides. And once the missus and kiddies were all packed aboard, they’d have peeled out to head back to their mansions.

But the hypocrisy did get WORSE

Half a century later, churches have become bastardized, politicized and radicalized. How else could one explain so-called Christians conveniently suspending the Commandment, Thou Shalt Not Kill, just to justify the cold blooded double homicide, of which Rittenhouse has been accused.

If God is on board with such conduct, on the day I die, I’ll take my chances on that downward escalator ride to the Gates of Hell!


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Then they came for _________ !

What if, worst case scenario (from the perspective of We the Enlightened Inclusive People), Donald J. Trump’s boneheaded bigotry goes full blown Hitler… i.e., he commits genocide and America winds up lily white. Would that mean that he and his Klansmen and Nazi pals… from their perspective of course… could all live happily ever after?

Don’t count on it. If Trump had nobody left to vilify, how would that narcissist ever be able to continue drawing attention to himself / get suckers to suck up to him / get racists to rally around him / maintain his choke-hold on power?

Obviously, he would declare new Enemies of the State to “fine tune” HIS Master Race.

Little doubt he’d next target Democrats, Liberals, Intellectuals, Muslims, Jews, Feminists (and like-minded males), the LGBTQIA’s, the Aged and Infirm, the Left Handed and (factoring in his objectification of women / penchant for porn stars and playmates), perhaps everybody below a C-cup?

Hell, he could even order his underlings to hack into the data bases of genomics and biotechnology companies… i.e. to ferret out anyone who’s not a “perfect” 100% Caucasian?

If you find yourself saying, “Nah, that all sounds too farfetched. It’ll never happen!”… well… let’s just say that were theologian Martin Niemöller, still alive today, he’d shrewdly disagree by saying…

“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.”


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Fat Shaming a Fascist Bastard


Fat shaming is wrong. But, might there be an exception to that rule? What about when extraordinary events rear their ugly head? Consider these truths that are self-evident.

• Science denier Donald J. Trump’s abject failure to contain Corona-V, early on, has not only sickened, SO FAR, over 6 Million people residing in the U.S.… sickened to death 187,000 of those 6 million… but has also devastated Barack Obama’s once upon a time, relatively decent economy. America is now facing down massive joblessness, looming homelessness and, eventually, could also witness another Wall Street Crash.

• Ever since Despot Donny’s owned Republican Senators flat-out refused to do their (legal and moral) duty to boot his impeached butt out of office, that narcissistic psychopath has been on an ideological nationwide / worldwide rampage which, considering his access to the nuclear launch codes, could, conceivably, wipe humanity off the face of the Earth.

• Autocrat Trump also has loaded the U.S. Supreme court bench with two of HIS hand-picked sycophants, Neil Gorsuch and Brett Kavanaugh, who will, aid and abet their boss’s ongoing voter suppression plot AND at the (figurative?) drop of his trousers, fall to their knees to kiss his ass and, perhaps, even hang around long enough to gratify him in other ways. Only decorum dictates we don’t further go down that road.

• Dictator Donny… in his bid to never relinquish power… has already disenfranchised multiple millions of voters. HIS hand-picked tool, Louis DeJoy, now Postmaster General, has, single-handedly, FUBAR’ed the entire USPS, perhaps irreparably, just to ensure that pandemic and panic stricken Americans cannot mail back their cast absentee ballots. Which leaves us two alternatives… EITHER don’t vote at all OR vote, in person, and risk getting sickened / sickened to death by COVID-19.

• Tyrant Trump is also sadistically pitting justifiably pissed off, mostly peaceable, BLM demonstrators against his illegally deployed, racist stormtroopers AND his seething with bigotry, homicidal, armed to the teeth, gun nut, civilian mercenaries. Marching in lockstep, the Trump Brigade will get off on blowing people of color away… or at the very least… trampling these 1st Amendment Rights.

“Congress shall make no law… abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

• Fascist Trump has been stoking up such ferocious civil unrest it could lead up to an all-out Civil War… all of which would give him the “perfect” excuse to declare Martial Law and postpone Election Day, indefinitely. To the constitutional scholars who’d point out that, sans November voting, Trump could no longer be president as of January 20, 2021, I now remind them we are talking about Trump wiping his rump / Fat Fascist Fanny with the U.S. Constitution.

• Seeing how Donald J. Trump’s overthrow of America cannot be contained by Constitutionally Mandated Legislative and Judicial Checks and Balances… and not even We the American Electorate… WTF is left… well… other than fat shaming a narcissist who might… JUST MIGHT… if we’re damned lucky… be slowed down upon his learning that We had poked fun at his larger than life hind end; his grotesque, butt ugly booty; his flattened by sloth and fattened by Fascism fanny!

Against the backdrop of such treasonous circumstances, how could anyone deem fat shaming him wrong?


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Try Making Heads or Tails of This!

Just take a gander at the yuge, ear to ear spanning, shit eating grin on the fake prez’s smug mug!

WARNING: There’s an ick factor in play, here; the tendency to throw up a little in our mouths, when Donny reminds us of his larger than life hind end; his grotesque, butt ugly booty; his flattened by sloth and fattened by Fascism fanny!


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Fortune Cookie Blog (Anger / Angst)


Have you heard the non-funny one-liner about the head-of-state,
who’s narrow-minded, thin-skinned and short-fused? He’d much
rather give us a piece of his mind, than establish peace of mind!


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Tangled Webs

For forty years, my father taught high school level Chemistry, Physics and Biology within Minnesota’s and Michigan’s public school systems. It was approximately one year prior to his 1982 retirement when…

I found him seated at our dining room table on a Thursday evening… preparing a weekly Chemistry exam to be administered the following day. At first glance, all appeared normal, that is, until I noticed he had set out multiple stencils before him (btw, this was in the pre-printer / photocopier era where the mimeograph machine still ruled supreme).

When I asked, “Why the four pager exam?” dad explained that several conscientious students (enrolled in his a.m. classes), had been complaining, confidentially, that cheaters were feeding his test questions and answers to the p.m. enrollees. Even his Grade Book readily confirmed how a disproportionate number of his afternoon students were acing his tests.

Ergo, to fight back, he planned on administering four different exams.

ASIDE: As frequent readers of my Dumb Donald posts may’ve already surmised, I’ve been a longtime Match Game fan. In all likelihood, that’s what motivated my following suggestion to my father…

“Why not delete the numerical values from your test questions and leave blanks? All you’d need to do is provide the easily changeable, missing data on the blackboard.”

Dad and I both chuckled, conspiratorially, as he re-boxed three of those stencils. He’d now be able to not only ferret out dishonesty’s circulation pattern but also identify the specific cheaters.

Even so, we both expressed our dismay. After all, cheaters were expending far more time and energy than it’d take to simply study the damned subject matter.

Beyond that, consider the risks to public safety / health if such “students” ever cheated their way through med school.

Summed up more generally…

“O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!” – – – Sir Walter Scott

Such wisdom certainly is applicable to political science matters as well.

Take a long, unforgiving look at the tangled web which the Science-Denier-In-Chief, one Donald J. Trump, has been weaving, hourly, not only in his futile attempts to cheat his way out of his DIY pandemic but also in his (hopefully failing) attempts to dishonestly spin himself into a second term.

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No Mask? No Soup For You!

Larry Thomas reprises his Seinfeld, “Soup Nazi” role to call attention to a life saving truth… the need for everyone to don masks when in public. Until safe efficacious vaccines and/or therapeutics become readily available, our masking up and social distancing (2m / 6ft) is our best 1 – 2 punch defense that WILL PREVENT needless human suffering and death.

Look, Donald J. Trump’s DIY pandemic has, so far, resulted in 186,000 stateside, COVID-19 deaths. If we don’t mask up, NOW, some of our finest scientific minds project that, by year’s end, that total could rise as high as 300,000!!!

And so I now ask, what kind of person would not want do the easiest, most painless thing in the world… mask up to save 114,000 of our compatriot’s lives!

Granted, my appeal is America specific… more so than I’d have normally opted for. But, I only did so because too damned many Americans don’t really give a damn about the well-being of others.

By the by, Mr. Thomas mentions a link so we can [1] watch an alternative ending to our above clip and [2] vote for whichever version we like better. To access that website, CLICK HERE.

If you need instructions for no sewing skills required, DIY mask making, CLICK HERE. (btw, this is how I make my own)

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CC’s 3-D POV (Sunday Song Series)

Without coming across as inordinately preachy, Canadian country music songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and vocalist, Chris Cummings, repeatedly, cleverly, lyrically laments about an issue, which few theologians seem to ever openly address… namely…

How attendees of memorial services, at times, don’t really know why they’re there. Some don’t even know that they don’t know. As such, would they even have a prayer of ever finding out?

Today’s selection, Sunday Best, is a.k.a. our Week #103 stopover within the vast realm of Sunday titled songs.

Our musical journey is far from over. I hope to welcome you back, here, seven days from now.

Till then…

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Diarrhea of a Dictator


Once upon a time, within a homeland… hopefully, not like your own… there existed an amorphous 150kg / 330lb blob of ferociously fetid, fecal matter.

Owing to this dung heap’s proximity to a deregulation dilapidated, radiation spewing, nuclear waste dump and the multiple lightening strikes from an amped up by climate change, freakish thunderstorm, that oddly, orange hued lump soon was able to manifest its newfound superpowers, lickety-split, to take on, more or less, human attributes.

In essence, IT had become a shapeshifter and IT had become a HE and henceforth, HE became Dungy Dump. Alas, any other reports of any other resemblance to humankind would be greatly exaggerated, for he did not possess a humane disposition. In fact, ol’ Dump did not give a shit about anything… uh… anyone… other than himself. And so… it was what it was.

For one fortnight… to avoid the sunlight’s purifying rays… Dungy lumbered thru the inky darkness of night until he stumbled upon the shoreline of a nearby swamp… where he giddily slogged through the knee-deep muck and mire and even took mud baths.

It was shortly thereafter, when churlish Chad, the chairman of the Archconservative Political Party (whilst on a mission to bury subpoenaed, incriminating evidence), spotted a frenzied swarm of blue bottle flies heading southward.

As all buzzed on by, he bellowed out, “Hark yonder flies, where go thee?” The leader went into a circuitous holding pattern, just long enough to query back, in his gruff gangster growl, “Hey, yooze fuckin’ nose blind, ya jerk? Just take a whiff!”

Indeed, “Dr. Fly” (not his real name) could’ve been an ENT specialist and a shrink, too. Consider his instantaneous, spot-on diagnosis and intuitiveness… i.e., knowing he had met up with a totally impervious to corruption’s stench, shitty politician.

However, upon fine tuning and refocusing his olfactory talents, Chad finally caught wind of the situation. He muttered, “P.U., how the hell did I ever miss THAT?” He also exclaimed, “Oh shit! This should be fun!”

On foot, it took about an hour for him to finally wind up swapside. However, Chad and Dungy had no sooner introduced themselves when Chad sensed it’d been worth the trip. And, once they got to shootin’ the shit… as it were… they both knew it was love at first sight! The air about Dungy had so overwhelmed / enraptured Chad that he swooned and nearly passed out… especially whenever his newfound BFF spewed forth his verbal diarrhea… a veritable shitload of icky autocratic, sociopathic, misogynistic, homophobic, xenophobic rhetoric.

Soon, arm-in-arm, they sauntered back into town, which just happened to be their nation’s Capital. Within one scant year, Dungy Dump’s gross, grotesque disposition and malodorous verbal diarrhea / dogma had so bowled over the masses, they too, had became noseblind… so much so that 51% of them first emboldened, next empowered him.

From that day onward… no questions ever allowed or ever asked… they’d eat up whatever shit Dungy Dump fed them… and asked for second heaping helpings, too.

The End



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Dumb Real Donald’s Fungus

At some point during your visit, be sure to view the above Match Game tribute.

From 1973 – 82, long before the Real Donald became a (four-letter) household word, we found the clever (clairvoyant?) Match Game writers submitting Dumb Donald scenarios for emcee Gene Rayburn to recite to the panelists, contestants and all who were playing along in the home and studio audiences.

However… seeing how, these past 11 months, I’ve presided over nearly 50, YouTube Dumb Donald clips, my supply has nearly run dry. Which means it has now become incumbent upon me to keep this concept alive.

Always being ISO ways to heighten my creative process… I’ve even been dabbling in semi-serious seances… namely… attempting to summon the spirits of those bygone, dearly departed Match Game writers, panelists, winning contestants and maybe even the personable Mr. Rayburn, himself. You know… just to tap into their jocularity, ingenuity and expertise.

As for whether I’ve established a head-to-head match (or more) and, if so, if any benefits will be long lasting (or not)… well… only time will tell. But there’s some good news… uh… I think. This graying, old coot has not been returning from the spirit world alone. Oh wow… methinks something’s afoot… the entity within is starting to emerge. Right now… as I’m typing these very words… everything is spinning… kinda like this…

Welcome contestants, one and all, to the virtual version of Match Game 20-20. I’m your new host, M.C. Grayburn.

Our rules have changed considerably. Each of you will have just one chance to correctly match 1 or more of our predetermined, 6 definitive responses. Obviously, the more you match the more points you score. Each winner’s grand prize will be priceless… the comforting confirmation that you’re still a clearheaded, critical thinking, non-consumer of the odious Orange Man’s toxic Kool-Aid™.

Even if you don’t match, fear not! You’re still a winner if your responses prove more clever than Match Game’s (which is highly likely). By the by, you’re highly encouraged to post such gems in the comment section, below!

That said, let’s play Match Game 20-20! You’ll now have 66 seconds to come up with the definitive response(s) to the following scenario…

Grayburn: The foot in mouth disease afflicted
Dumb Real Donald, is soooooo dumb…
Audience: How dumb is he?
Grayburn: he thinks the cure for his spreading toenail fungus is _______.

Let’s start up the “think music” while you mull this over… and no peeking below this clip’s turquoise hued partition!

The foot in mouth disease afflicted Dumb Real Donald, is so dumb,
he thinks the cure for his spreading toenail fungus is _______.

1. chug-a-lugging Purell™
2. gargling with Summer’s Eve™
3. popping Hydroxychloroquine™
4. toe amputation
5. branding it a Democrat hoax
6. denying its existence

Well folks, it’d appear there’s only enough time left to say, “NEVER TRY ANY OF DUMB REAL DONALD’S ABOVE, DUMB AND DEADLY HOME REMEDIES!” My thanks to all who played today!

M.C. Grayburn for Match Game 20-20… Good-Bye and be sure to…

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