Eight Reasons Why I Cannot Support Your Boy Trump

 

I. Donald J. Trump mollycoddles the elite with obscenely generous tax breaks, reckless deregulation and an undeserved, too-big-to-fail status. For starters, why do folks, who’ve amassed more money than they could possibly spend in 10 lifetimes, need more? Why are they so vehemently opposed to paying even one penny of income taxes? Where’s their gratitude for the “system” that favors / pampers them? Additionally, is it not economic suicide to embolden their business undertakings that are already quasi-legal, wildly speculative, astoundingly risky, guaranteed to fail and destined to lay waste to the American / Global economies? Lastly, why are the too-poor-to-survive taxpayers always expected to bail out the too-big-to-fail tax scofflaws?

II. Any male, young or old, living in America or anywhere else in our world, would be ill-advised to make a role model of Trump, a small man who wallows in muddy misogyny and perpetrates the crass objectification of womankind. Grabbing the attention of feminists (of all genders) was… still is… his Access Hollywood video “tutorial” which focuses in on his crude “grabbing” “techniques” (which he inflicts upon his conquests). Yet, in spite of that video’s self-incriminating aspect, he’ll still hotly deny the nearly two dozen #MeToo accounts re his (alleged) unwanted sexual advances / attacks. Even his “defense” reeks of offensiveness… namely his claim that his accusers are “not my type”… which can only make us wonder about his MO when a potential female victim IS his type?

III. The Trumpster hates Mother Nature, too… i.e., he summarily flips off climatologists’ dire warnings that Earth is rapidly approaching the beyond repair stage. He actually believes that all he need do to combat climate change / global warming is open wide and whoosh forth his hot air denial… best summed up as his unscientific, mindless Nuh-Uh! His frequently uttered, oxymoronic phrase “clean coal” amply proves that when it comes down to climatology, Donny stands on thin ice.

IV. When Trump isn’t off subjugating playmates and porn stars, he’ll be giddily schoolgirl crushing on his scum of the earth “superheroes”… tyrants all. His #1 bestie / beastie is Russian President Vladimir Putin. Most worrisome are their frequent, hush-hush, one-on-one meetings. At that point he’ll oft dismiss his American entourage… inclusive of his American translator! In other words, Donny implicitly trusts untrustworthy Vlad’s untrustworthy translators. And that could easily translate out as trouble with a capital T. What impact will these clandestine confabs between two tyrants have upon our world? Only Big Bad Vlad knows for sure.

V. Narcissist Trump conflates love of country with love of him. He bristles with hatred and intolerance regarding all citizen critics. His speaking so contemptuously of them has even incited deadly violence against journalists. Were it left solely up to him, he’d likely issue arrest warrants and… sans due process… order everyone’s imprisonment. So much for 1st Amendment rights, huh? You know… those “silly” “pesky” “little” guarantees regarding freedom of speech / press and “the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

VI. Trump’s obsession with the 2nd Amendment and his convenient redaction of its “well regulated Militia” qualifier language make him the perfect NRA patsy. He obediently buys into their armed to the teeth America stance… inclusive of their weaponizing the mentally unhinged. Hand in hand they euphorically prance about the 21st century Wild Wild West of their own making. Busting such a “dance move” has rendered no venue immune from attack… be that our elementary schools, cineplexes and even our houses of worship. War zones pop up when least expected. Innocent bystanders get maimed and murdered by rampaging, seething with rage, hungry for the headlines sociopaths… gun nuts all… who, typically, possess firepower that might even turn the olive drab U.S. military a shade of envious green.

In the wake of these sieges, comes the secondary attack…namely… Trump’s on cue, target the survivors, “phoned in”, “thoughts and prayers” speech. Yet, nowhere to be found amidst his insincere rhetoric is his vow to convince his Republican congressional cronies to stand down… to stand up to the NRA… to get off their fat bureaucratic asses in order to make common sense gun control measures the law of the land.

VII. Trump’s insane nuclear ambitions have destabilized an already mentally unbalanced world. He fancies a tenfold increase in the U.S. nuclear arsenal. Another foolhardy, international arms race is sure to follow. He saber rattles via his dangerous utterances / Tweets such as “If we have nuclear weapons why can’t we use them?” AND “Any attack by Iran on anything American will be met with great and overwhelming force. In some areas, overwhelming will mean obliteration.” He has scrapped the 2015 Joint Comprehensive Plan of Action which, no yuge [sic] surprise, has resurrected Iran’s deadly nuclear ambitions. While it could be reasonably argued that Iran’s Hassan Rouhani is not mentally stable enough to have access to nuclear WMD, could not the same be said of Donald J. Trump?

VIII. Trump gleefully consorts with Klansmen and Nazis… deeming them in his own words, “very fine people”. And that is a slap on the collective face of the multiple hundreds of thousands of American troops who had so selflessly fought and died fighting against White Supremacysts [sic] during the Civil War and Nazis during WW-II. Donny unconditionally and willfully sticks up for and sucks up to his racist base. In turn, they are enraptured by his coldblooded, zero tolerance immigration policy… i.e., one which [1] barbarically targets asylum seeking Hispanic families along the U.S. / Mexico border, [2] traumatizes their youngsters by wresting them from their parents’ embracing arms and [3] warehouses them all in squalid detention centers. While that uncompromising, heartless, soulless Oval Office denizen remains impervious to the sound of the immigrant children’s anguished appeals for reunification with their mommies and daddies, we, the world’s humanitarians will forever be haunted by their anguished, heartbroken, never answered pleas for help.

To quickly review… here are my eight reasons why I cannot support your boy Trump.

Donald J. Trump is the architect of class war and nuclear war… the idolizer of Klansmen, Nazis, Putin and other tyrants… the suppressor of free speech / press / protest rights… the perpetrator of environmental ruin, heightened gun violence, misogyny and child abuse. For these reasons… and more… it is the duty of all true blue Americans to liberate the immense power of our 2020 ballots. We must usher in a restoration of decency and democracy to the Oval Office… and hope that these values will spread outward, all across America and throughout our world.

 

 

 

Grate… Not Great (One Quick Limerick #019)

 

 

Grump bullies non-WASPs / non-straights, spews his hate,

Deems rule of law / liberty second-rate,

In big biz world, he’s a glutton,

He’ll melt down, push “The Button”,

That irritant makes america grate.

 

 

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Fire & Fury (One Quick Limerick #018)

 

The man-child’s foreign relations routine,

Vows fire/fury world has never seen,

Sane folks can’t sleep at night,

With Earth’s end now in sight,

Guess it’s in Heaven where we’ll reconvene?

 

 

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Rattle + Prattle = Battle (One Quick Limerick #017)

 

The fools’ nuclear sabers both rattle,

And they spew forth too much mucked up prattle,

With diarrhea of mouth,

Hopes for truce talks could go south,

They’d end up with a mushrooming battle!

 

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Taking Inventory Of My Life… Before It’s Too Late (Intro)

While journeying down life’s road most of us take an occasional, over the shoulder glance. However, as of late, my peering into my “rearview mirror” can best be described as excessive and obsessive. Try as I may, it has not been easy to ignore my vivid reveries, dreams and nightmares… as well as the oft accompanying intensely felt emotions.

On the up side… so far… this has not morphed me into a 24/7 basket case. These incidents have only been occurring during my idle daytime hours and nightly REM sleep phases.

On the down side… especially re those abovementioned nightmares… I’m seeing that ominous warning:

“Objects in this mirror are closer than they appear.”

I’ve tried to literally write off these occurrences by typing them into a word document… in hopes that actually seeing the words appear on my computer screen would help put everything into proper perspective? No dice.

I’ve also tried to figuratively write off all of this stuff as something someone merely starts to experience once one’s cake gets set ablaze with sixty plus birthday candles… you know… once one realizes the “road” ahead has far fewer miles than the “road” behind? Again… no dice.

You see… there seems to be… correction… there IS far more happening here than my casually strolling down Memory Lane. I think I’ve been watching my life pass before my eyes. And whether this has involved pleasant experiences or not… I cannot help but wonder if this has been akin to a NDE (Near Death Experience)?

Which begs the follow up question…

Just how, pray tell, does a man (supposedly) “mens sana in corpore sano”… who hasn’t chosen a dangerous occupation… who isn’t a driver headed for an unavoidable head-on collision with an 18 wheeler… ever get to the point where he believes the final sentences within the final chapter of his life’s story are getting written?

Well, the more I think about it, the more I suspect that virtually seeing myself as a chalk-outlined lifeless body can be chalked up to the following two quotations…

“If we have nuclear weapons why can’t we use them?”

“The United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the world comes to its senses regarding nukes.”

Those above two sentences (death sentences) were, respectively, uttered and Tweeted by an unwise, unstable, un-American… one who now possesses… correction… one who is now possessed by the nuclear launch codes… namely… the unwisely elected “leader” of the “free” world… an entity I never voted for and have elected to keep nameless in my blogs.

Uh… let’s just refer to that YUGE nobody as #45.

That duly noted… before that nuclear saber rattler ever manages to deadpan, “You’re fired” to our Creator and then promptly incinerate His creation… time permitting… I do have much more to blog about.

In future posts, I’ll be taking an inventory of my life and times… in hopes that, if I’m lucky, someday, somehow, either surviving mutant earthlings or maybe even visiting ETs on an archeological mission, might still find fragments of the WordPress “universe” intact.

Why bother?

Well, primarily, to let everyone know that I have… uh… I guess I should say… I had absolute zero confidence in #45 and the same could be said regarding nearly all of his deplorable and/or delusional appointees and supporters.

I’d want future archeological diggers to know that I was a good man who had absolutely nothing to do with fascist 45’s destruction of Earth’s ecology, economy and society.

Of course, in posting my life’s inventory in the days to come… i.e., #45 permitting… there’ll be a slightly selfish fringe benefit, too. That’s because nothing / nobody ever really dies on the www. That’s because a blogger’s / author’s thoughts can speak from the grave and span millennia.

Indeed, my posts could be my one last shot at a form of immortality.