Dumb Donald’s Guerilla Warfare

For optimal effect, prior to playing back the clip, above, read the set up, below…

From 1973 – 82, long before the Real Donald became a (four-letter) household word, we found the clever (perhaps even clairvoyant) Match Game writers submitting dozens of 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… situations such as…

“The Army Sergeant said, ‘Private Dumb Donald is so dumb, I told him
we were going to study guerilla warfare, so he showed up with a _____.’”

Granted, the responses of this episode’s celeb panelists and contestant do wind up tapping more into the guerilla / gorilla wordplay rather than foreseeing the Real Donald’s psychotic, unpatriotic and politically opportunistic flaws. Even so, they do loosely tie into our discussion.

In the players’ defense, who could’ve ever, in their worst night terrors, dreamed up a POTUS waging his private guerilla war AGAINST America… i.e., first, willfully invading U.S. cities… deploying his private army / goons… for the express purpose of trampling peaceable protestors’ 1st Amendment Rights AND, next, incorporating his war zones’ film footage into his deviously crafted, campaign commercials… ads a.k.a. his last ditch, futile attempt to (superficially) man up his flaccid image. And that’s really dumb!

The Real Donald’s estranged niece, author and shrink Mary Trump would likely concur. In her recently published expose… Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World’s Most Dangerous Man… she relates how her Uncle Donny had cheated… hired a pal, Joe Shapiro, to take an SAT test for him.

Once again, that was… still is… really dumb. How dumb is it?

It’s doubtful that the Real Donald ever attended any courses that would’ve taught him how warfare… be it guerilla, conventional or nuclear… be it foreign or civil… should always be the very last option on the table and… more to the point… is a monumentally dumb way to attempt snagging a second term.

The only thing dumber would be if too many dumb voters buy into such chicanery.

If poetic justice rules, come Election Day 2020, the Real Donald will wind up slipping on the proverbial, metaphorical banana peel and, in defeat, fall flat on his fat Fascist fanny.

Let’s playback our Match Game clip to discover the rest of the story… i.e., how many celebrities Mr. Rayburn’s contestant will match…

 

Stay Safe! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Can we count on your vote?”

 

It’s inevitable that Team Trump will wind up phoning to ask, “Can we count on your vote?”

My 50 word count answer…

I’ll never vote for him. Donny wipes his butt with the Constitution, got outwitted by a mindless microbe, lets Putin murder our troops, lets sociopaths shoot up our schools and houses of worship, opposes living wages and social safety nets, grabs women, cages asylum seekers’ crying children and ravages the environment.

In the event that they don’t hang up on me, first, I’ll continue…

Please add my phone number to your NEVER CALL LIST!

 

 

 

 

 

 

2020’s 20/20 Narrative

 

Heed this A.P.B. warning: Freaks have fled their cage!
Both creeps now hog spotlight, upon the world stage,
Here’s where pathogen, deadly, goes on its rampage,
As does its encroaching enabler, whose maw oft farts rage!

Microbe and micro-brain Monarch, neither is willing,
To forswear selfish claims, each is owed the top billing,
Their club of choice is the fear, each is instilling,
Both are foes to humanity, both hellbent on killing!

Their disease, double whammy, oft debilitates,
They are what they are: depraved degenerates!
Grim Reaper germ denies life; populace decimates,
Putz decries freedom; his subpar strife devastates!

Yoo-Hoo 18-plus citizens! You, who are stateside dwellers!
Be you gender-fluid or prototype ladies or fellers,
Our homeland will die, sans enough Trump rebellers,
Let’s cast our absentee ballots, while safe in our cellars!

With sera and meds, still in R & D stage,
To avoid COVID-19, heed this advice, sage!
Wash hands, social distance, mask to face PLEASE engage!
Adults never whine and throw tantrums! So DO act your age!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is the Felt-Tip Pen Mightier Than the Fascist’s Sword?

 

Ever since man-child Donald J. Trump utterly failed to prevent a preventable pandemic and totally left it up to the governors to decide on whether to shut down America… or not…

The fake prez has been akin to the on vacation, road tripping, antsy, backseat brat, who’s been driving his parents nuts by incessantly whining, “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

That’s a fair analogy, seeing how Trump has been feverishly pestering and bullying these same governors to prematurely and recklessly reopen churches, schools and businesses… especially businesses… while COVID-19’s death toll is still skyrocketing.

After all, if they don’t cave into Pollyanna Trump’s unreasonable demands, he won’t be able to perpetuate his get reelected MYTH that America is in post-pandemic mode and returning to normalcy / prosperity?

Of course, deep down, Trump actually loves how COVID-19 has been burying liberal oldsters and people of color… typically, the very voters, who’d never support him. Ergo, his loud and clear message to us has become…

Do your damned duty and DROP DEAD for Wall Street!

Obviously, Fascist Trump’s ‘tude marches in lockstep with genocidal maniacs, who our World History books have been warning us about for ages. For those of us, who’ve been paying, attention, we’re fully aware that autocrats do their damnedest to always make evil shit happen.

Translation: As an asthma compromised old man, I expect corona, Trump’s ally, to eventually snuff me out.

Until then, I find myself besieged by a whole new psychology, which overrules and dims my outlook. I treat the arrival of each joyless day as if it’s my last. Discretionary spending has flown out my slammed shut window, as I wonder which will happen first… the collapse of civil society or my body? Either eventuality, I could easily be robbed of my life.

And so… long sigh… topping off my bucket list is my goal to make it to Election Day’s morning after. I must discover if the pissed off, righteous, American electorate’s felt-tip pens have proven mightier than the Fascist’s sword.

If all goes well, my cast absentee ballot to Constitutionally oust Donald J. Trump (if counted) could be my one last chance to leave my positive mark on my hometown, homeland and home world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Cheerleader-In-Chief

 

The coronavirus crisis, of science denier Donald J. Trump’s own making, has denied Americans their lives and livelihoods on a massive scale. One would expect the bad karma associated with his mucking up Pandemic Management 101 to be sufficient to deny him reelection. But will it?

Not if his ego and power tripping have any say in this matter. It’s fairly safe to say there’s nothing he would not do to snag a second, totally undeserved term. But, how far would he go?

Suppose he knew of an insufficiently tested, potentially dangerous vaccine, which he deemed “perfect” for huckstering just in the nick of time… i.e., one mere week prior to Election Day.

It’s easy to envision dense Donny donning his brilliant red, red state compatible, Santa Claus costume, hitching up Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer (a.k.a. Rudy Giuliani) to his loaded with syringes sleigh and flying off all across America. Together, in all sorts of weather, they’d swoop down and land in municipalities great and small. That’s where “St. Nick” would play doctor and shoot up everybody. But, would he flat-out lie to his “patients”? Not disclose the iffiness of this serum?

Factoring in how fact checkers have caught him telling whoppers, tens of thousands of times, since his being sworn in, what would telling one more lie even mean to a pathological liar?

He doesn’t give a flying F about about public safety, either. After all, he’s the very snake oil salesman who’s been known to push the anti-malarial (contraindicated for COVID-19) drug Hydroxychloroquine… to instruct his “patients” to fry their guts with UV radiation and shoot up / mainline household (FOR EXTERNAL USE ONLY) disinfectants.

Safe to say, he’d think nothing of morphing people into lab rats / risking more lives.

Of course, seeing how Christmas in July is only a crass, avarice driven, Madison Avenue concept, let’s strip this blog of its Santa Suit.

What we actually have, here, is Donny, the self-proclaimed Cheerleader-In-Chief. All he need do is cheer the people up long enough to vote for him come Election Day. And, were any of his always barren of science, horrific advice to cause his victims to drop dead the very next day… eh… so what? Easy come / easy go… well… at least from that sociopath’s perspective.

Oh, the unmitigated gall of his feeling entitled to a second term… in spite of his own negligence which, so far, has resulted in the needless deaths of 137,000 Americans. Hmm, doth grave digger Donny feel a compulsion to “up” his numbers to 1 Million? 2 Million? 200 Million? More?

Were he to politically bury his Democratic rival, too, it’d be easy to envision DJT reveling in his ill-gotten victory, giddily giggling his fat Fascist fanny off while uttering, “Anyone stupid enough to believe anything I say, deserves to die! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Be his shoddy wares pharmaceutical or rhetorical, street smart people will just say “NO!” to whatever BS dope dealer Donny is pushing. And savvy voters will never allow Donald J. Trump the last laugh.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imagining the Unimaginable?

 

My long ago, public school system’s American History courses were vulnerable to revisionism. Both teachers and textbooks oft employed “noble” sounding phraseology, such as “Manifest Destiny”, in a feeble attempt to pretty up the aggressive expansionists’ land-grabs (oft involving ownership contested territory), which all but guaranteed battlefields strewn with bullet riddled, blood-splattered corpses.

Additionally, instructors / authors rarely, honestly portrayed North America’s early settlers as the ill-mannered invaders they usually were and conveniently failed to mention how, due to hubris and hostility, these frontiersmen could not, more likely, chose not to peaceably coexist with anyone.

The corroborating evidence is damning, e.g., their unconscionable enslavement of African-Americans, savage massacres of Native Americans and unwarranted internment of Asian-Americans.

More recently, settlers’ descendants, who’ve failed to learn one damned thing from America’s shameful past, opted to extend such indefensible, reprehensible conduct to pointlessly attack Iraq, which resulted in the barbaric torture and genocidal slaughter of Mesopotamian Arabs, inclusive of incalculable numbers of indigenous civilians.

The Framers of our Constitution did hint at the above-mentioned human frailties. Right within the Preamble, there’s mention of their desire to “form a more perfect union.”

And I’d certainly add that, although America remains imperfect, our homeland is still worthy of survival… if for no other reason than to ensure the continuance of our Founding Fathers’ Grand Experiment… to, someday, perhaps, even see it to glorious fruition. Who the hell knows, we may eventually, even get everything right, right?

But that won’t be easy. Americans are now at the mercy of the merciless ogre who has wedged his fat Fascist fanny into the chair behind the Oval Office desk. He’s not only the most undemocratic, most Un-American prez to ever be sworn in (and sworn at), he’s a science denier, to boot. As such, he’d never, ever want to participate in any experiment… grand or otherwise.

Of course, that’s not to say he would not delegate autocracy’s heavy lifting to his insidious, more industrious underlings… and then promptly take full credit for whatever subversive plot these mad scientists concoct to blow up the “science lab”, as it were.

Having such reservations, re that bastard, is why I now find myself fondly reconnecting to my day’s of yore classrooms… recollecting the awe I had experienced courtesy of my mentors’ lectures and my textbooks. After all, not all of my lessons had involved revisionists’ fabrications.

That’s why, I now find tears welling up in my eyes whenever I come to the realization that, while I had been born centuries too late to have ever lived through the Birth of America, I now live at a time where I cannot help but sense that something wicked (and previously unimaginable) is imminent… a far from blessed event, which no one would’ve ever believed possible… not even in our very worst nightmare…

The Death of America.

Election Day 2020 and its aftermath will determine whether or not that nightmare comes true.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Toddler Trump

Toddler Trump will deny he has mucked up everything, but we, the grown-ups in the room, all know better.

The gall of him to still believe he’s entitled to a 2nd term… a 2nd chance to further destroy our homeland and home world.

The horrifying numbers to date… nearly 2,000,000 Americans sickened… almost 112,000 sickened to death… amply demonstrate that, in spite of the multiple warnings from the medical community re the coronavirus, Donald J. Trump flat out failed to act proactively, promptly and purposefully to prevent this highly contagious pathogen from going on a rampage.

Come Election Day 2020, We the American voters must deny him that second chance.

 

Stay Safe… Stay Home… Stay Healthy…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bloomberg’s Past Haunts Him / Spooks Us (Vid of the Day)

In our above clip, Daily Show’s Trevor Noah presents his spot-on diagnosis of what ails POTUS wannabe Michael Bloomberg. As for my own views…

How can we not condemn the 2015 audio clips, and subsequent vids, which amply document Bloomberg’s racial profiling / stop and frisk tough talk? What motivated his harsh, up-against-the-wall stance? Political opportunism? Butt-ugly, soul rotting racism? Did he really expect to not to get tangled up in the Interwebs, where nothing said and done is ever forgotten?

What does he expect us to do now? Downplay his remarks? Shrug and say what? “His bigotry is not as hardcore as Donald Trump’s?” As if what? That makes him worthy of our free pass? And what then? Is the Democratic Party supposed to pin a medal on Mikey, dub him Trump-LIte and expect the electorate to hold their collective nose come Election Day?

Even were we to buy into Mikey’s sudden ruminations / regrets (namely, his lame claims that his past views no longer represent who he is today), just how sincere is this supposed change of heart?

Why, oh why, can’t we ever find a genuine candidate who, has consistently gotten it right in the past… continues to do so today… and can keep that winning streak going well into the future?

Even if Bloomberg is as appalled by his 2015 beliefs as we are… what will he believe come 2021, 2, 3, 4 and beyond? Why should we ever trust and vote for any candidate, who, for mere political gain, can so facilely, so flaccidly flip-flop in the political winds?

More to the point… how would Michael Bloomberg react if tomorrow’s poll numbers indicate that the voters, who approve of racial profiling / stop and frisk, outnumber those who don’t?

America… indeed the entire world… cannot survive four more years of Donald J. Trump. To oust him at the ballot box will require an opponent who possesses an honest, even-handed, unimpeachable presidential demeanor.

And the more Michael Bloomberg’s exposed past haunts him, the more he spooks us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who’ll Be Minding the Store?

That Joe Biden is LESS CORRUPT than Donald Trump is not the issue.

That LESS CORRUPT would ever need to become the qualifying words, IS the issue!

There is no getting around the truth that Joe Biden’s son, Hunter, benefited, financially due to nepotism… by snagging his $600,000-a-year job on the board of Burisma Holdings. And that does beg some questions…

How could We the People ever entrust a President Biden to drain the Trumpian, overflowing DC swamp, when Joe failed to advise his own son to reject that job offer? Whatever happened to leading by example?

And that makes Joe a POTUS wannabe with a BIG problem. Let’s say he wins the Democratic Party nomination and goes head to head with Donald J. Trump. True, Trump has no head, but since bloggers, everywhere, have already discussed this ad nauseam, why say more?

Anyway, throughout the entire 2020 campaign, Donny (no stranger, himself, to allowing nepotism to benefit his own brood), ironically, will be successfully hammering in his talking point that Joe is soft on nepotism / corruption… that he reeks of it. The voters will catch a whiff of Biden’s stench and even vote for the far stronger stench of Trump, instead (go figure, huh?).

While I’d still have to oust Trump by voting for Biden (sorry… that’s a regrettable fact of life with a two party system), prior to marking my ballot, I’d either need to spray the voting booth with Febreze™ or bring a clothespin for my nose. One would think that to encourage a bigger voter turnout, our local election officials would supply both products.

So, do the Democratic Party big shots actually believe Biden to be the candidate most likely to succeed? If he’s the best man they can trot out, why not simply tell Joe to deliver his Election Night concession speech, right now, and get it over with?

No folks, most assuredly, I have not defected to become a Trumpian blowhole. I’m just being brutally honest, here, because we need to reject Biden while we still have time to nominate a far superior, hopefully progressive, (wo)man.

Look, even were Biden to get elected, unless he could snag up to eight long years of Democratic majorities in both the Senate and House, he’d wind up facing down his immediate impeachment / conviction / ouster, “courtesy” of his savagely vindictive, Republican foes. And he’d have no one else to blame but himself.

To regain some respectability, it might serve Biden well to [1] “crash” Trump’s Impeachment Trial, [2] admit nepotism is wrong, [3] deliver a stump speech that’d also expose Trump’s own corruption AND [4] challenge Trump to show up / fess up, too. Hell, figuratively speaking, Joe could probably mop the entire U.S. Senate’s filthy floor with Trump’s mangy mane.

Let’s now Fast Forward to Election Day 2020. It’ll likely be Biden vs. Trump. And whoever wins, the people will lose… namely… because Trump helps nobody but himself and, once the newly empowered Republican majorities within the House and Senate impeach, convict and oust Biden his VP turned President will be left cowering in the corner… even though that’d be impossible in a oval shaped room.

Indeed, be the victor Biden or Trump, nobody will be minding the store to effectively cope with a slew of national / worldly problems… namely… Vladimir Putin’s land grabs, a destabilized Middle East / North Korea, nuclear proliferation, foreign and domestic terrorism, unholy holy wars, domestic gun violence, a wealthy folks driven class war, corrupt Wall Street / business practices, non-living wages, racial / gender inequality, drug / opioid abuse, an ailing / aging populace and, last but not least, climate change that, left unchecked, will render Earth uninhabitable.