Goodbye! GET LOST!

Donald J. Trump has been experiencing hallucinations; the strange voices, within his noggin, which delude him into the belief that he’s been denied a second term due to “widespread voter fraud”.

Nope, not even for a nanosecond, would he ever consider that his loss, in part, is due to his own monumental incompetence and contemptible conduct. To flesh that out, his abject negligence, re COVID-19 containment, has, SO FAR, caused over 263,000 people to die on his watch.

Indeed, just about all that’s rattling around within his mucked up head is his stop, at nothing, compulsion to reinstall his Fascist régime EITHER for four more years OR for forever (likely the latter). He’s even been making highly irrational and illegal demands that Michigan trash multiple millions of legally cast ballots; inclusive of mine.

However, our bipartisan State Board of Canvassers had a far better idea. Just yesterday, in a move that was tantamount to swatting his grubby, power grabbing paws and admonishing not so fast you effing Fascist, they voted to certify our 2020 election results:

  • Joe Biden / Kamala Harris = 2,804,040 • 50.6%
  • Donald Trump/Mike Pence = 2,649,852 • 47.8%

And that simultaneously secures our state’s 16 electoral votes for Biden / Harris and submerges subversive Trump.

As a lifelong Michigan resident and nearly half century long registered voter, I take pride in how my cast ballot, along with the 2,804,039 others, have helped empower the Biden / Harris team. And that could not have proved a more timely, more powerful statement, too!

It also pleases me, no end, that Michigan has played such a pivotal role in shutting down despotic Donald’s (attempted) nationwide ballot box coup d’état!

In the larger sense, We the People, who know what the Real America is all about, at least for the time being, have managed to stare down and halt Fascism; dead in its tracks!

Albeit 3 weeks late, let the transition from depravity to decency rock ‘n’ roll!

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The Obama Book Reading Sketch

Ciip courtesy of the Jimmy Kimmel Live YouTube Channel
November 20, 2020 • 515,165 views

President Barack Obama, at present, is promoting his new book, A Promised Land. His interview, last night, with late night talk show host Jimmy Kimmell serves as a refreshing reminder of what it’s like to actually have a well-informed, open-minded, good-intentioned, law-abiding, self-effacing, down-to-Earth human being residing within and governing from the White House.

My above portrayal pretty much sums up why, to this very day, I’ve preserved Mr. Obama’s personally delivered, 2008 get-out-the-vote message on my landline’s answering machine; why I did my part to elect and re-elect him; why the election of his VP, Joe Biden, shows much promise. After eight years of working as a team, President-Elect Biden will have a wealth of experience to draw on. And, should additional advice ever be needed, he / we can rest assured that Mr. Obama will always be but a phone call away.

To set up our above clip, cued up to start at 21:49 (if all goes well), we’ll be viewing what I’ve titled “The Obama Book Reading Sketch”. Mr. Kimmel will further explain his novel idea to set the fun in motion.

Obviously, for any of you who’d like to view this positively enlightening and enjoyable interview, in its entirety, its but a rewind away.

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Premonition? Reality?

Just prior to high noon, come January 20, 2021, we eyewitness the desperately clinging to power, Donald J. Trump, in the midst of, yet, another of his ferocious, rampaging, psychotic episodes. He’s pumped up on both Rx’d and ill-gotten, industrial strength narcotics, too. That harmful drug interaction’s side effects include split personality, superhuman strength and anal leakage.

In that incapacity, international terrorist Donald bin Laden, has crapped his pants while repurposing the resolute desk, furniture, assorted statuary, bric-a-brac, etc. to barricade all ingress to the Oval Office. He’s now taken to Twitter to Tweet out his odious terms and threat:

“If Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts does not administer the Oath of Office to ME, instead of Joe Biden; if the hugest Inauguration Day audience, ever, is not raucously chanting ‘Twenty-Four More Years’ and Sieg Heil’, I’ll launch the nukes and mushroom cloud the entire freakin’ world.”

At that horrific juncture, the Secret Service tacticians will be convening an emergency staff meeting to weigh their options. Little doubt, at the very least, there’ll be two game plans on the table.

PLAN A: Sever all of Donny’s links to the outside world, break out the battering ram, storm into the Oval Office and bark out the ultimatum:

“Listen up scum wad! EITHER we’ll drag you out kicking and screaming OR you can salvage what little is left of your self-respect and permit us to promptly frogmarch you off the premises and into the dumpster of history.”

PLAN B (Phase 1): Have Donny’s best buddy, TV’s propaganda minister Sean Hannity, talk him down. With bullhorn in hand, he’ll cajole the fake prez into granting entry to a Judge Roberts doppelgänger, who’ll inform him that a chauffeur driven, armor-plated stretch limo (well-stocked with his all-time, fave fast food), is parked out front to whisk them both off to the National Mall. En route, the fake prez will pig out on Egg McMuffins, Big Macs, Filet-O-Fish sandwiches and wash it all down with a supersized, Diet Coke (spiked with a powerful animal tranquilizer).

PLAN B (Phase 2): Once groggy Donny comes to, he’ll be locked up within a maximum security, mental institution; a perfect White House replica. It’ll then be incumbent on faux Roberts to duly warn Trump that a sudden, climate change fueled tempest has rendered the windswept, rain-soaked Inaugural site an inundated disaster area. VainMan Trump, facing down the prospect of a bad hair day, little doubt, will become amenable to taking his Oath of Office right within the Oval Office; especially when reassured that the television camera will be beaming and streaming the proceedings, worldwide, to an audience numbered in the billions.

PLAN B (Phase 3): From that day onward, Trump will be fed a steady diet of fake news, e.g., [1] all the world leaders have relinquished their power to him; have pledged their undying, unconditional subservience, [2] all 7.8 billion souls, worldwide have also pledged their everlasting devotion [3] the U.S. Constitution has been stuffed into the shredder, [4] Pope Francis has declared him God and [5] owing to a gaggle of moonlighting, Operation Warp Speed, white lab coated medicos, he has attained immortality.

ALL PLANS NIXED: In reality, Donald J. Trump will establish a new platform / network from which to launch his shadow presidency; for the express purpose of exacting revenge via his sabotage of Joe Biden’s best efforts to end the pandemic, climate change, systemic racism, misogyny, homophobia, inequality, poverty, etc.

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A Clearheaded Bird’s-Eye View

Mere moments ago, courtesy of a YouTube introduction, they opened my ears to SongBird, who has alighted on a branch that’s gently swaying in the winds of change. Thanks to the Interwebs, she is now omnipresent; perched outside ALL of our Windows.

For the benefit of all concerned souls, her joyous song, Let it Go, resolutely reassures us that there’s still hope for America; our home world.

Let’s all revel in her oh so delightful warbling, bask in her clearheaded message that refutes the temperamental Twittering Trump’s unTrue Tweets that he still rules the roost; rejoice in her tough love approach of informing Tweety that he must now [1] accept responsibility for all of his foul words and deeds, [2] concede he lost, [3] promptly molt his business suit, [4] test flap his political wings and [5] prepare to fly south for the winter where he must winter within his Mar-a-Lago gilded cage, forevermore.

Most assuredly, Tweety should feel damned lucky that, at least for the moment, he won’t be facing down the retribution that transcends the voters’ legally cast ballots, which have booted him out of his DC nest. Were justice to ever prevail, that li’l birdbrain would get ensnared in the legal system’s punishment, that is due him, for flagrantly flipping the bird at the laws of God and (wo)man.

Indeed, were fair play truly in play, it’d be high time for that birdbrain to become a jailbird; for dud orange Don to don orange duds!

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Laypersons’ Interventions

Preface: Anecdotal accounts claim Donald J. Trump’s family is going the intervention route to get him to admit that he lost; convince him to vamoose when Joe Biden’s moving vans start rolling up at the White House, come January. While those who’ve earned PhD’s in psychiatry could certainly get ‘er done, I do believe even laypersons, drawing on common sense, could reap the same results. My faith in non-professional interventions stems from the following account.

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Eons ago, during my retail clerking days, a shopper stopped in one early afternoon (let’s refer to her as “Jane”). Seeing how the young woman’s anxiety was just as noticeable as her unusual attire (unbelted, slightly open trench coat, flannel pajamas and fuzzy bedroom slippers) to say the least, I was not waiting on the average, everyday customer.

Trying my best to remain non-judgmental, nonetheless, my mind hunted for plausible explanations. Perhaps Jane had just narrowly escaped an apartment fire with only the clothes on her back?

Well, one thing was certain, she was ISO clothing that’d make her less conspicuous. While our product line could not offer her any footwear, I did walk her thru our women’s department and encouraged her to feel free to browse at her leisure.

As she shopped, I’d occasionally return to carry her selections off to a fitting room. During her hour long try on session, I kept on relaying her keepers up to the cash wrap. All the while, I was sensing a growing rapport; i.e., in my treating Jane normally she began acting more normally.

However, towards the end of her shopping experience, her worried expression suddenly returned. She asked, “Would you take an I.O.U.?”

I nonchalantly replied that this was not an available payment option, but quickly added that I’d be happy to put her selections on a three day hold; no deposit required. She then responded, “Hold my stuff till closing time, If I don’t return by then, I won’t be coming back.” The finality of her words were now filling me with anxiety.

I wondered if I could’ve done something more to help Jane? Or, would my good intentioned meddling have only made matters worse?

To ensure Jane’s return would also go smoothly, I recounted all the above to my superior (let’s refer to her as “Ruth”). After all, the worst thing that could’ve happened was for my boss and/or co-workers to upset her.

Well, it was about five minutes prior to closing time when the itching to get home Ruth ordered me to return Jane’s held selections to the selling floor.

As you may have already guessed, four minutes later, Jane returned.

Ruthless Ruth officiously, tactlessly and needlessly reminded her that it was a minute before closing time. That’s when I rushed up to welcome Jane and reassure her that, while her clothes were no longer on hold, I could quickly relocate all the items. And while my words calmed Jane a bit, they also pissed off Ruth a lot.

A moment later, while I was ringing up Jane’s purchase, Ruth kept glowering at Jane and breathing down my neck; whined on and on and on about it now being past closing time. I felt like turning around to blurt out “Ruth, will you please shut the F up?”; but bit my tongue.

Jane paid in cash and, other than being upset by Ruth, I do believe my empathy, professionalism and intervention skills had calmed and served Jane well.

We can only hope there’ll be a similar outcome to that White House intervention.

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Lame Duck Donny / Sitting Duck USA

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The defeated, obdurate Donald J. Trump, at present, is holed up and hunkered down within the bowels of the White House.

By his very nature, he’s a despondent, despotic, mercurial, malignantly narcissistic, insufferable man-child. As such, he’s totally incapable of accepting the truth that the majority of the American electorate has FINALLY held him accountable for mucking up America, these past four years. Via our legally cast ballots we have booted his considerable butt out of office.

Were he a normal, gracious, honorable man, he’d have already behaved accordingly; starting with his concession speech; inclusive of his pledge to facilitate America’s transition to the duly elected Joe Biden administration.

Seeing how words such as “normal”, “gracious” and “honorable” are totally non-applicable, come January 20, 2021, it’d not be a shocker for us to eyewitnesses Secret Service guards promptly frogmarching the whole kit and kaboodle of these anti-American, subversive, trespasser Trumps and their sycophantic underlings off the premises and onto Pennsylvania Avenue. To be sure, here’s where Donny’s recently installed, non-scalable fencing could REALLY pay-off, big time!

But, getting back to the here and now, the anecdotal reports tell of Donny’s odd (very odd) assortment of family members, congressional cronies and propaganda ministers secretly attempting an intervention; all walking on eggshells; donning their kid gloves in an attempt to coax Mister High and Mighty, the keeper of the nuclear launch codes, no less, to [1] at present, dismount his high horse and [2] shortly after Biden takes his Oath of Office, remount and ride his high horse out of DC; hopefully to never return.

Alas, what remains unclear is whether or not the above-mentioned interventionists fully understand how, with each passing moment that they fail, they are also denying Biden access to the same, top secret, Presidential Daily Briefings, which Donny gets (and lets go in one ear and out the other). They are already mucking up the seamless transition of power and that’s not only irresponsible, it’s potentially dangerous, too.

Let’s not mince words. We are actually talking about National Security issues, which trump and transcend the Inauguration Day pomp and circumstance.

It’d not be melodramatic to point out that, in keeping his successor out of the loop, loopy Donald J. Trump, the lame duck, could easily make the United States of America a sitting duck.

Either inadvertently or intentionally (likely the latter), has-been Donny has been emboldening his wretched, overly ambitious, opportunistic, autocratic pals.

As I type and as you read these words, chump Trump’s chums, petty dictators all, could be plotting to seize upon the drunk (on power) and disorderly Donny’s disarray as a means to attack / cyberattack America. And, all the while, the soon-to-be ex-prez, too, is plotting; namely, his vengeance.

By Donald J. Trump’s very nature, he would think nothing of taking down America with him.

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Lumbering Off to Mar-a-Lago?

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Donald J. Trump could still reach into his bag of dirty tricks, one last time, to defy the will of the majority of American voters, who ousted him at the ballot box. How would his machinations go down?

Well, for starters, he’d ratchet up his rabble rousing efforts; further inflame the preexisting, psychotic passions of millions of his minions; enraged cultists all, who are already protesting, on his behalf, against essential Liberty and Democracy.

Seeing how too damned many of Donny’s subversives are also itchy trigger fingered, armed to the teeth domestic terrorists, sooner than we could utter, “Civil War”, we’d be witness to its endless battlefield carnage.

At that juncture, Trump would simply sit back on his Fascist fanny and laugh his rump off. He’d feel enraptured, too; mainly because civil unrest, of that magnitude, would instantly afford him HIS perfect excuse to maintain his chokehold on power.

Via his declaration of Martial Law, he’d mothball the U.S. House of Representatives and Senate and postpone, indefinitely, Inauguration Day.

But, would tyrant Trump really be getting the last laugh?

Would Joe Biden even need to take his Oath of Office at the U.S. Capitol building? Could he not be sworn in anywhere? It’s true! As a nine-year-young boy, right on my TV, I watched Lyndon B. Johnson being sworn in aboard Air Force One; on 11/22/1963, the day of the John F. Kennedy assassination.

Seems to me that Biden, too, could be sworn in, oh, say, right at his humble home. And, from that point onward, he could carry out his presidential duties, straight from the resolute desk within his den; oh, say, over Zoom?

If there’s one thing Donny’s DIY pandemic has taught us all, one’s workplaces can materialize wherever / whenever needed.

Of course, Commander-In-Chief Biden would need to cover all bases, too; e.g., order the troops to cut off Donny’s supply lines, electrical power and, most importantly of all, sever every last damned White House, communication link to the outside world.

It would not be a bad idea to leave Donny a furled white flag on the welcome mat, too.

After all, once depraved Donny is deprived of his flat screen TV, Twitter / Internet connection and steady diet of fattening fast food, he’d soon be waving the flag of surrender and wind up lumbering off to Mar-a-Lago.

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Hint of Heaven on Eleven/Seven

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The American electorate has now spoken, we have been heard and, as of 11/07/2020, Joe Biden has become our President-Elect. I first heard this heartening news just prior to high noon; so did millions of my liberal / moderate compatriots, who instantly took to the streets to celebrate in fine style.

Don’t miss the “Fuck Donald Trump” clip ending chants, below.

I would’ve posted my own similar reactions sooner, but…

Let’s just say that I won’t rest easy until Wednesday, January 20, 2021 (at high noon) when Joe Biden utters these magic words…

“I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

U.S. Constitution • Article II • Section One • Clause 8

I won’t really believe America’s four… correction… four zillion… year long nightmare will be truly over until We the People witness Donald J. Trump board Marine One, for the very last time; watch him fly off into much deserved obscurity; hopefully, to never be heard from again.

Alas, the astounding damage, which his mucked up words and deeds did to FUBAR our nation / world could easily outlive him for countless generations.

Of course, based upon Donny’s current state of mind… correction… mindlessness… there IS the all too real possibility that he’ll flat out refuse to vacate 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. Were that eventuality to play out?

Let’s check out how two folks frown upon that.

“As we said on July 19th, the American people will decide this election. And the United States government is perfectly capable of escorting trespassers out of the White House.”

Unnamed Biden Camp spokesperson

“The successor [Biden] could direct federal agents to forcibly remove Trump from the White House. Now a private citizen, Trump would no longer be immune from criminal prosecution, and could be arrested and charged with trespassing in the White House.”

Former US attorney Barbara McQuade

Above two quotes appeared in Washingtonian Journalist Rosa Cartagena’s November 6, 2020 article [Read More]

Needless to say, the next 74 days could afford Donny too damned many opportunities to unleash Twitterstorms; throw Trumper Tantrums; go ballistic; maybe even go nuclear ballistic.

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What Might a Sore Loser Do?

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Going on the assumption that Donald J. Trump loses his bid for reelection AND his resultant barren of evidence Tweeted / bleated tirades and temper tantrums (re voter fraud) do not gain any traction / don’t impress even his installed judicial cronies, that means that come Inauguration Day, January 20, 2021, President-Elect Joe Biden will be taking his Oath of Office at high noon.

Traditionally, on such a momentous occasion, America prominently and proudly displays our peaceable transition of power; the very event where, typically, the outgoing and incoming presidents share the world stage.

Yet, throughout 2020’s entire presidential campaign season, wherever the infantile, volatile egomaniac, Trump, has shown up, utter chaos was sure to be in attendance.

With that in mind, it’d be easy to envision that rabble rousing firebrand’s invited, ferociously pissed off, mindlessly chanting cultists also showing up, en masse; for the express purpose of sullying this solemn occasion.

And not to be upstaged, Donald J. Trump, himself, might morph the entire event into a 2024 campaign rally, inclusive of him holding up disparaging placards; hell, even breaking out a bullhorn to shout down Joe Biden’s Inaugural Address to America and the World.

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Biden Victorious? Trump Defeated?

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Approximately 24 hours ago, my blog, titled, Trump Victorious / Humanity Defeated, concluded:

“About all that’s left, now, is for my prediction to be proven wrong. Will somebody please prove me wrong? PLEASE?”

Well, it’d APPEAR that America’s poll workers may have proven me wrong. After all, the multiple millions of absentee and early voting ballots, which they’ve been tirelessly processing, APPEAR to have changed Joe Biden’s title from Former Vice President to President-Elect.

And, to be proven wrong in this manner, I could not be happier.

I’m particularly pleased that Michigan, my home state, has played a significant role; that by completing and hand delivering my own absentee ballot to City Hall, a scant eight days ago, I had not only performed my civic duty but had actually made a difference, too!

I haven’t felt so good since doing my part to elect / reelect Barack Obama.

Under normal circumstances, there would now be reason to party hearty. Yet, there’s that pesky “A” word, APPEAR, which keeps on cropping up.

Such iffy language APPEARS because, psychotic Donald J. Trump, with desperation and despotism pounding in his mucked up brain and surging thru his arteriosclerosis diseased body, has opted to go on a filing frivolous lawsuits rampage. His M.O. is to keep on flinging his Fascist fecal matter until he gets it to stick. And in the process he’ll stick it to the American people; flat-out defy our ballot box, peaceable ouster.

What remains to be seen is IF “Adolf” will succeed.

Alas, IF could morph into WHEN, seeing how Trump owns and operates corrupt crony judges, who park their worthless behinds behind the Federal and Supreme Court benches; how the vast majority of them are itching to burn up the U.S. Constitution.

Alas, IF could morph into WHEN, seeing how Trump also commands legions of domestic terrorists, who are itching to burn America down to the ground.

Regrettably, it’d APPEAR that Joe Biden’s legitimate rise to power is not, yet, a done deal.

Sorry to say, I now find myself predicting that we may not have seen the last of yesterday’s headline, Trump Victorious / Humanity Defeated; that those very words may need to re-APPEAR atop a future blog.

About all that’s left, now, is for my new prediction to be proven wrong. Will somebody please prove me wrong? PLEASE?

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