America’s Return To Normal

Of late, my homeland’s head of state has been scratching his head; wondering: Why do so many (too many) Americans continue to flip off the proven SAFE and EFFECTIVE, absolutely FREE OF COST, Covid-19 vaccines? Why do they so easily rebuff the aired and streamed, slickly crafted / choreographed, smiley faced, Public Service Announcements, which are supposed to sell the BIG PROMISE; namely,… cue the drum roll / rim shot…

AMERICA’S RETURN TO NORMAL

Admittedly, there’s been insufficient time, wherewithal and staffing to comprehensively psychoanalyze the crap out of vaxxing’s paradoxical, flummoxed state of affairs. Ergo, at best, any attempts to do so will be limited to our gut trusting abilities. With all that in mind, let’s try running the following theory up the flagpole to see if it’ll fly…

• Could vaccine hesitancy, in part, be contact traced to the BIG PROMISE, itself?

These days, just WTF does “normal America” stand for? Alas… long exasperated sigh… in part…

• The (so far) too little / too late attempts to rein in climate change; the consequent destructive, deadly, frequently freakish weather patterns. Left unchecked, as early as 2050, such forces could render our world uninhabitable.

• The autocratic, avaricious Trumper Republicans; who only rise and stay in power due to their validating their base’s bigotry and enacting / enforcing illegal voter suppression laws (Jim Crowism, Gerrymandering, etc.)

• A gilded government of, by and for the obscenely wealthy; all at the expense of the middle class which has been rapidly plunging into poverty; the already impoverished class which has been getting their virtual atoms ground into the asphalt.

• An armed to the teeth, gun sick society; inclusive of seething with racism, swaggering with power, judge, jury and executioner cops slaughtering anyone with a melanin content exceeding lily white AND psycho snipers hellbent on shooting up houses of worship, school houses, workplaces, etc.

• The freak show cult, which still believes snowflake / flaccid Donald J. Trump’s flat-out, unsubstantiated lies about widespread voter fraud; namely, his domestic terrorists, who, back on January 6, 2021, on his behalf, had attempted to overturn free, fair elections and, in the process, overthrow the United States of America and forever install DJT’s fascistic régime. Left unchecked, at the mere drop of a red MAGA hat, these traitors will attack again.

Well, folks, a return to normal, SUCH AS THAT, will never serve as the impetus for folks to vaxx up. The need to do so will have to come from within each of us. Granted, long sigh, my parting pep talk will come across as simplistic, even a bit corny, but, the oft paraphrased maxim, “Where there’s life there’s hope” can become decent folks’ rallying anthem.

And speaking of decent folks, even the late Stephen Hawking incorporated that wisdom, thusly…

“However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. Where there’s life, there’s hope.”

Hey, even unspoken, such a sentiment did serve as the January 6th phrase that pays.

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Biden’s UnInauguration Day Nears?

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Of late, the political pundits have been obsessing over Donald J. Trump’s contention that, somehow, some way, he’s to be reinstated / reinstalled within the Oval Office come August 2021.

Seeing how the language of the U.S. Constitution (Article II, Section 1, Clause 6 plus the 12th, 20th and 25th Amendments), provides absolutely no mechanisms for such an eventuality, just how, pray tell, would that ever become a done deal?

Well, for starters, we’d need to totally abandon the realm of reality. And, once ensconced within FantasyLand, that’s where all it would take is one swing of “the magical golf club” for an UnConstitutional mulligan to go down. Let’s envision how that might all play out on our devices’ screens.

First, we’d become eyewitness to Donny, the duly deposed despot, lumbering up to the White House (with his entire freakshow entourage of ex-cabinet member ass kissers / wipers in tow). Upon casually ding donging the doorbell, next, we’d find the legitimate President, Joe Biden, gingerly creaking open the door; to be instantaneously confronted by loony-tunes Trump delivering his insane ultimatum. Let’s eavesdrop on the following brief, heated exchange; oh, say, something along these lines…

Freak Trump: You’ve got 10 minutes to get the F out, OR ELSE!
President Biden: F off you Fascist Freak!*

*Freak enunciated in a multi-syllabic, contemptuous manner.

Assuming that, not unlike the unwelcome, unscrupulous door-to-door salesman, Donny has managed to wedge in his hobnail boot; you know, to prevent the door from closing completely…

Would Biden next get “invited” to his own UnInauguration Day? Would U.S. Chief Justice John Roberts suddenly materialize, POOF, out of thin air to administer the UnOath of UnOffice; oh, say, all impeccably delivered in Pig Latin? Would the U.S. Marine Band play their rendition of Hail to the UnChief; i.e., read their sheet music backwards to perform this ditty from finish to start?

Even were Joe able to totally slam the door in that insurrectionist bastard’s face, would General Nuisance Trump next bark out his marching orders to enrage / engage his private army; perhaps to the point where they’d burn down the White House? I mean, Donny wouldn’t be worried in the least. No sooner would all that billowing, ground zero smoke clear than, yet, another butt ugly Trump Tower (built at taxpayer expense?), would rise, lickety-split, from those horrifying, revolting ashes.

Alas (long sigh), it’d appear that the mechanism for fraudulent Trump’s (looming?) reinstatement is to involve his subversive plot; one akin to ideological diarrhea. This could be aptly branded: Insurrection Day No. 2. And, as is true with the hue of most No. 2, Trump’s and his MAGA morons’ fecal matter could be repurposed to paint the town brown; and from there, they’d trot out their shitty plot nationwide.

To state it vulgarly is not hyperbole. I needn’t remind that, back on January 6th of this year, some of Trump’s insurrectionists did stoop so low as to intentionally track their own fecal matter throughout the U.S. Capitol.

And, upon factoring in how D.J.T. has, to the best of our knowledge, never been punished for any of his crimes, we can expect him to keep on relentlessly attacking America; as will the legions of his freakshow sycophants; of whom he can always depend on to do his dirty work.

For the sake of America’s survival, we can only hope that President Biden has formulated what, in essence, is his Kaopectate® Plan; one that’ll KO / totally wipe out Donald J. Trump’s (impending?) Insurrection Day No. 2.

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Fortune Cookie Blog (frankness)

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“Don’t change horses in midstream!” is a political maxim / mantra that doth
not even begin to fully characterize the 2024 strategy of the (Un)American
Republican Party / Freak Show; hijacked by insurrectionist Donald J. Trump.
Stated far more frankly it’d read: “Don’t change horse’s asses in midstream.”

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Is it even possible to blog onward?

With each passing moment, I’ve been finding it tougher and tougher to post; a phenomenon totally unrelated to the wordsmithing / site navigation combo, itself. In essence, I’ve been asking myself…

• Is it even possible to blog onward?

• How can anyone, especially an obscure WordPress contributor (specializing in sociopolitical commentary), ever expect to win any war of words when it’s all tantamount to engaging the unseen enemy within?

The enemy within? How so? Well, prior to January 6, 2021, few History buffs / Poli Sci mavens would’ve seriously considered the possibility that the longstanding United States of America would wind up under siege. After all, our very Constitution provides for peaceable redress re nearly every grievance; well, uh, that’s assuming we’re not speaking of mass insanity; e.g., where a head-of-state headcase, obviously devoid of reality-based gripe(s), eggs on savage throngs of his sycophantic DOMESTIC terrorists, who, in turn, on his behalf, go on a frenzied, murderous, burn down America rampage.

Nor could the aforementioned analysts have ever foreseen how the, as of yet unpunished, predominate perpetrator / traitor would (perhaps) spend the entirety of his remaining Earthly days out of reach of the long arm of the law.

To flesh that out even further, we’ll now be agonizing over an, as of yet, unbranded Corporate / CorpoRot venture. Let’s assign it the working title: Coup D’états R Us; its proprietor being…

Donald J. Trump, the absolutely abhorrent autocrat. In spite of that disgusting, would-be murderer of Democracy remaining in absentia, that Anti-American still poses an ever-present danger. After all, he’s still seething with narcissism driven outrage. As such, he’ll, forevermore, adamantly refuse to stand down, attempt to exact revenge against all who empowered Joe Biden and, if/when left unchecked, will see his grotesque regime change to fruition.

COUNT ON HIM ravaging the body of America like some ferocious, rabid, rancid, rampaging cancer that, left untreated, will ceaselessly mutate and metastasize until We, the 331 million People, wind up the lifeless aggregate corpse.

OR, were we to assign such a retrograde aftermath a 17th century spin, despotic DJT’s looming second rise to power would be akin to Count Dracula rising / crawling out from his coffin; slinking and skulking in dank darkness; roaming the face of the Earth from dusk to dawn; relentlessly sucking the life blood from the masses.

OR, were we to update that metaphoric, age-old folklore to the 21st century, viral Trump would eventually snuff out liberty, equality and justice; that all akin to the suffocation suffered by Covid-19’s victims. And, in this instance actuality, not analogy, would apply; seeing how DJT had had no small hand in the bungling of Pandemic Management 101; at each and every stage. To get into some well-deserved name-calling; let’s call / call out that sociopath: The Stateside Strangler.

Suffice to say, identifying the problem has been far easier than ever finding any straightforward solution(s); I believe most of us can dig that… uh… need I even blog onward?

OR, more to the point…

Is it even possible to blog onward?

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Where Does Clyde “Enjoy the Go”?

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Trumper Republican Andrew Clyde, of late, has been doing double duty as both charlatan U.S. Congressman and authentic (Orwellian magnitude) American History revisionist. He recently weighed in… correction… pooh-poohed Donald J. Trump’s January 6, 2021 attempted coup d’état, thusly:

“There was an undisciplined mob, [but] to call it an insurrection in my opinion is a bold-faced lie. Watching the TV footage of those who entered the Capitol and walked through Statuary Hall, showed people in an orderly fashion in between the stanchions and ropes taking pictures. If you didn’t know the footage was from January 6, you would actually think it was a normal tourist visit.”

To borrow bold-faced liar (and poo-poo / doody head) Clyde’s own words…

Since when does “an undisciplined mob” constitute “a normal tourist visit”, hmm?

To briefly rehash reality…

Most sensible, peaceable, pro-democracy people, worldwide, perceive January 6th far more accurately than Clyde does. We had been eyewitness to the (then) President of the United States of America ordering his attack against the United States of America; emboldening his MAGA mad hatters to storm the U.S. Capitol; to do whatever it’d take to deep-six democracy / prevent legislators from performing their Constitutional (12th Amendment) stipulated duty to certify Joe Biden’s / Kamala Harris’ Electoral College victory.

Of course, Trump’s malignant narcissism did make it impossible for him to accept ballot box defeat; so much so, that he flat-out lied about widespread voter fraud; so much so, that he believed his own lie; so much so, that his devotees eagerly ate up whatever poop he fed them; so much so that, in defense of their indefensible prez and his fraudulent cause, they murdered and maimed; pillaged and looted; despoiled and soiled; so much so, that they even took dumps in the hallways; trampled and tracked their own feces throughout the premises.”

Soooooo… if Congressman Clyde actually believes that “a normal tourist visit” is inclusive of defecation and fecal smearing, what might his own personal life be like?

  • Is this U.S. House Rep. housebroken?
  • Would an outhouse outclass his digs?
  • What type of art hangs off his walls?
  • Does he gross out his house guests?
  • Just where does Clyde “enjoy the go”?

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Shush Such “Shus” ‘Tudes

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PREFACE: If any of this poem’s words hit home; i.e., describe any of your own homeland’s educational, spirtual, corporate and/or governmental head honchos, they must never be flagged as true leaders. Hmm, having barely survived D.J.T., might that make me a leading authority re this leadership vacuum?

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Arrogant, swaggering, pompous, officious
Ominous, discouraging, disheartening, inauspicious
Impolitic, incautious, inappropriate, injudicious
Evil-intentioned, vindictive, malfeasant, malicious

Malevolent, malignant, gross, corrupting, pernicious
Nefarious, degenerate, fraudulent, flagitious
Vulgar, indecent, crude, caddish, lubricious
Mercurial, erratic, neurotic, capricious

Robotic, monotonous, dull, tedious, repetitious
Shifty, unsavory, shady, devious, suspicious
Money grubbing, rapacious, covetous, avaricious
Ruthless, overzealous, unbridled, vile, vicious

Clandestine, cloak-and-dagger, covert, surreptitious
Irrational, groundless, preposterous, superstitious
Revolting, cold-blooded, serpentine, vermicious
Treasonous, rebellious, riotous, seditious

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Front Page Poem

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Fascists blur the facts / blither; alter and natter
Their backers sure slither; don’t falter to flatter

Fat cats squirrel obscene wealth; grow fatter and fatter
Peddlers ply shoddy wares; tricked out by shady patter

Hacks spew the news / views; akin to spin, din and chatter
Naysayers nix science canon; mix in clutter and clatter

Misogynists fiscally, physically batter
Gun nuts, oft reared “off target”, wind up mad as a hatter

Triggered psychos paint towns red; blood of victims they’ll splatter
Targeted scholars / chuchgoers; bite the dust; or must scatter

Police racists oft profile; don’t believe Black LIves Matter
Minorities flatlne; their freedom / justice doth shatter

Insurgents detest Constitution; their intent to tatter
MAGA morons on rampage; serve up upheaval on platter

Will we persist or perish? Corona cares not a smatter
From that microbe’s killer perspective, it’d opt for the latter

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Sweet Dreams Are (Not) Made Of This

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Upon awakening from a lifetime of recallable dreams, I’ve frequently mulled over the feasibility of online dream journaling. However, I’ve resisted making my slumbering nightlife an open book, mainly, because I’ve deemed my content, by and large, to be akin to a bedtime story; in other words, a real yawner. Uh, that is, up till this early a.m., when my R.E.M. sleep story seemed a bit more worthwhile and interweb interweave-able.

It all boils down to a specific dreams’ recursive, bothersome nature; of late, the bizarre manner in which my unconscious mind has been prioritizing a particular narrative; has become unduly fond of (unproductively?) sorting out my time served within a peculiar, particular gated community, a.k.a. Retail Hell (initially, as a sales rep; later on, as an entry level manager).

The, perhaps, unsolvable mystery, here, is why there’d even need to be a nocturnal rehashing of this epoch of my life; these dreams ARE playing out nearly 13 years following my injury-forced early retirement. Additionally, I’d hardly categorize more than 5 of those 30 work years as worthwhile and satisfying. Hence, my headline’s negation of the 1983 Annie Lennox / David A. Stewart’s song title, “Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This”.

Possibly, it’s my having pissed away nearly forty-five percent of my entire life within that milieu, which would account for this phenomenon? Might there simply not be enough of my other life experiences to draw on? My gawd, it’d be bat crap pathetic, indeed, were my so-called career the only aspect that had ever defined me.

Getting down to the actual dream details, they are, at best, phantasmagorical; the slew of farcical / surreal workplace settings, facial flashes of both wretched and wonderful big bosses and fleeting glimpses of the revolving door co-workers who’d been treated just as shoddily as I. Other mystifying dream elements include my neither showing up for work nor completing my assigned tasks on time, utterly failing to carry out the most mundane of work routines and, in the process, completely mucking up everything; all of which, runs totally counter to the actual facts; corroborated by my rock solid, top-notch, annual job performance reviews.

As for “the why” to my experiencing these (worthless?) dreams, the only working theory I can dream up is how that bygone era of my work life had been a walk in the park; when compared to staggering thru today’s zombie apocalypse.

Such an assessment of tough times, doth summon forth the 1967, James Anthony Dean / Paul Riser / William Henry Witherspoon, R&B/Soul musical masterpiece, “What Becomes of the Brokenhearted”: these songsmiths’ lead lyric, “As I walk this land with broken dreams” aptly setting the world stage.

Once juxtaposed, such a sentiment is totally relevant to the coronavirus pandemic, which has devastated, debilitated and decimated humanity; to a society sickened by the plague of racial inequality, police brutality, gun violence and mass shootings; to the delusional domestic terrorist sleeper cells, who await their collective alarm clock to go off; to trigger the unleashing of their deadly and destructive plots; all of which could, someday, trump Trump’s own, wide awake nightmare; his fortunately failed January 6th attempt to hack America to death.

Indeed, Sweet Dreams Are (Not) Made Of This.

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6 January 6th Haiku

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PROBLEM:

Depraved devotees
defying democracy
dethrone decorum

Determined demons
declaring decrees deceased;
decapitated

DeeCee delinquents;
deepening dementia’s
decaying debris

Derangement’s details;
deplorable demeanor;
degeneracy

SOLUTION:

Decry devotees’
detestable destruction;
defeat and depose

Demand decency!
Deliver deliverance!
Deprogram depraved!

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Any Tree Surgeons in the House?

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A reminder to any Polyanna who’d remind (words to the effect)…

“WTF is there to worry about? Victorious, sworn in Joe entered the Oval Office and sworn at, loser Donny departed, right on schedule.”

Well, good golly Miss Polly, most assuredly, there IS plenty to worry about!

Whilst Trump, for the moment, IS gone, the same cannot be said about 46.8% of the fools / the 74,222,958 cultists, who cast their 2020 ballots for him. They’ve gone absolutely nowhere and they’d vote for him, AGAIN, come 2024 (no questions allowed or asked)!

BAD ENOUGH, in their scrambled brains, they actually believe that Trump, in the capacity as the incapacitated with malignant narcissism President of the United States, had every right to order his private army of domestic terrorists to attack The United States of America, back on January 6, 2021.

WORSE YET, to this very day, in the mucked up heads of the still in power, gaggle of his Republican legislative / judicial cronies (co-conspirators, cultists and just plain idiots, all), such TREASON is no longer a punishable offense.

WORST OF ALL, they don’t even deem Trump’s TREASONOUS conduct to be TREASON!

Make no mistake about it, the totally culpable (yet non-convicted) Trump WAS, IS AND SHALL FOREVER BE A TREASONOUS BASTARD. And having gone absolutely unpunished, he easily views that sham exoneration as “our” tacit approval of his TREASON. As such Donald J. Trump shall forever feel free to run for reelection.

Were he to do so; WIN OR LOSE, that loser, once again, would become a threat to America’s very survival!

I mean, do you seriously believe he’d ever accept losing a second time to Joe Biden? Or, in lieu of him, oh, say, Kamala Harris. Keep in mind how wimp Trump has been projecting his own shortcomings onto Joe. As for Donny’s misogyny, that’d never, ever permit him to accept being defeated by a woman; especially one who (justifiably so) lives by the motto (words to the effect): I’ll never take any shit from anyone!

Sure as the bricks of used fast food shit Trump strains his sphincter to kerplunk (don’t you just love onomatopoeia?) into his solid gold “throne”, even prior to his royal ass wipers fully cleaning up his fat, fetid, Fascist fanny (TMI?), he’d, once again, command his troops, (Klansmen and Nazis all) to shit all over the United States of America.

Soooooo, what if the insurrectionists, this second time around, opt to storm the White House instead of the Capitol? What if the ill-winds of change were to prevail? That’d mean that coup d’état’s stench would suffocate the liberty, equality and justice for all, which only true Americans hold near and dear in their hearts.

That’d mean Donny would not be departing right on schedule.

Of course, it may never need come down to that, at all. As I type and you read, all across America we’re discovering state level legislators and governors (co-conspirators, cultists and just plain idiots, all) authoring and enacting the WORST OF THE WORST, seething with white supremacy / flagrantly discriminatory, voter suppression “laws” ever scrawled onto the books. All of that in response to non-existent voter fraud; i.e., just to mollify sore loser Trump.

Under such circumstances, next time out, the dainty handed, underhanded Donny could handily snag an ill-gotten victory; whiner takes all; unfair and unsquare.

Now here’s another thought that, once it festers in our psyches, is certain to fuel our worst, sweat-soaked nightmares; the type that, were our muscles not temporarily paralyzed, could easily send us all rushing off at breakneck speed; screaming into the night.

There’s also a whole kit and caboodle of lusting for power, subversives out there, WAY OUT THERE, who are just as corrupt, Anti-American and fascistic as King Rat Donny, himself.

And, regrettably, invariably, they reside on the hanging low, ripe for the voter picking, branches of the Trump Family Tree!

Hmm…

Any tree surgeons in the house?

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