Grins & Glad Tidings Won’t Cut It


Granted, this stream of consciousness is more about venting than revealing any fresh, significant insights into the American tableau / life itself. But, vent I must and vent I will. Hell, what have I got to lose, anyway, seeing how few, if any, will be clicking by.

The curse of stale politics, in particular, re the Stateside Two-Party System, has never been more glaring, unmistakable and inescapable.

This past November, ridding the American body of The Cancer, one Donald J. Trump, had left us little choice but to empower Joe Biden. And, seeing how Donny had set the expectations bar far, Far, FAR below rock bottom, to get elected, all Joe needed to do was smile and offer up an affable, “Howdy!”

That’s not to imply Joe’s road ahead will ever be smooth. Nope, not when all his nasty political foes offer is a roadmap (akin to a blank sheet of paper); or worse yet, role play the traffic cops from Hell; who pull him over to harass him.

Sadly, Joe had hoped to usher in an era of bipartisanship. But how, pray tell, can he ever expect to deliver on his campaign promise when he’s one of cooperation’s few advocates? Here’s the rub.

When the 18th century framers of the U.S. Constitution had established Legislative, Judicial and Executive Branch checks and balances, they, obviously, had never anticipated 21st century hyper-partisanship; i.e., the irreconcilable gridlock between the seditious, power hungry, greedy, devoid of all decency Trumper Republicans and the naïve and impotent Democrats.

Desperately needed are Action Hero Democrats; not the asses who meekly warm the very seats, which our legally cast ballots have awarded them.

That’s not to imply Dems‘ road ahead will ever be smooth, either. True they are, currently, the majority party in the Senate, however, that’s merely a razor thin mathematical advantage; their authority further compromised by two DINOs* (namely Joe Manchin and Kyrsten Sinema). Beyond that, so long as the archaic filibuster rule still stands, any innovative, life enhancing / saving legislative changes (that We can believe in) will still require the approval of 60 (not 51) out of 100 senators.

More to the point, America’s Founding Fathers had expected true love of country / respect for humankind’s core values to always trump penny ante politics; this best summed up thusly:

“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”

Preamble • United States Constitution ratified on June 21, 1788

How can those who fail to live up to such standards ever, even dare to call themselves U.S. elected officials; let alone Americans; let alone, humane human beings?


*Democrats In Name Only



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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.

The End


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The U.S. Extreme Court

Amy Coney Barrett, the U.S. Supreme Court judge… no, strike that… the U.S. Extreme Court judge, freshly installed by Mitch McConnell’s Republican dominated U.S. Senate, could sure use a refresher course re one of the most recognized, essential passages from the U.S. Constitution:

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or 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.”

Founding Fathers • Bill of Rights • 1st Amendment • December 15, 1791

Barrett’s inability to recall the specific passage, re the people’s right “to petition the Government for a redress of grievances” was EITHER due to her anxiety OR her over-anxiousness to strike down that most fundamental of protections. Give her a listen.

One need not possess a sixth sense to know that puppeteer Donald J. Trump’s puppet will be adding her sixth voice to the majority opinion; her ruling that is certain to solidify her boss’s choke hold on civil liberties.

And, in the process, Amy Coney Barrett will be silencing Black Lives Matter protestors; as well as everybody else with legitimate grievances.


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Of, By and For Everyone?


Unless financial wounds are self-inflicted, it’s virtually impossible for multimillionaires / multi-billionaires to ever be harmed. Such individuals could not do perceptable damage to their investments, even were they to pay their fair share of income taxes (which, more often than not, they don’t). They could not, possibly, go broke if, somehow, they could each live out 2 to 10 human lifetimes. Granted, I’m just estimating that “10”; it could be much more than that.

I’m not saying that it’s wrong to achieve success beyond one’s wildest dreams. However, what IS wrong becomes glaringly evident once the well-heeled individuals seek / attain high elective office. And that’s akin to our worst nightmares-come-true.

Typically, public service is not their motivating factor. Private gain, to the exclusion of the less fortunate, is their driving force. And that means, instead of working towards the betterment of society, as a whole, they’re spending every waking moment perverting the very Constitution, which their Oath of Office demands that they support and defend.

We’re talking about the very document with the preamble reminder of just who the hell We are and what, as a Nation, We stand for. It’s right there in the opening three words! How could anybody not notice, “We the People”? Let’s review that preamble in its entirety…

“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”

Please note how nowhere within that passage is there even one whiff of a malodorous disclaimer; one which would establish an America that’s government Of the wealthy, By the wealthy and For the wealthy.

Even so, we ARE talking about wealth that’s been amassed so corruptly that “our” self-serving representatives are doing their damnedest to cover their asses, namely, by rigging our Congress and loading our Courts; hell, even subverting our Elections to THEIR advantage; and all with Donald J. Trump’s approval.

Donny’s hijacked and radicalized Republican Party, backed by HIS private army of sycophantic, psychopathic, armed to the teeth, white nationalists, domestic terrorists and voter vigilantes, have all but hammered in the final nail into Lady Liberty’s coffin; all but established a virtually impossible to dismantle, barren of ethics, stripped of oversight, mash-up of the Executive, Legislative and Judicial branches.

What other corroborating evidence does anyone need to support such a contention, other than pointing out how president (in title only) Trump (a.k.a. mister quid pro quo) has ordered HIS owned (in title only) senate majority leader Mitch McConnell to railroad onto the Supreme Court bench HIS handpicked, handmaid nominee, Amy Coney Barrett.

How can any fair-minded person reconcile a 67% conservative Supreme Court with a nation that’s demographically 35% conservative? Sure as shit, that stinks like government Of the wealthy, By the wealthy and For the wealthy.


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The Book of Dumb Donald

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 (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… situations such as…

Rayburn: Dumb Donald is soooooo dumb…
Audience: How dumb is he?
Rayburn: He tells all his friends that he’s got the world’s
only personally autographed copy of the _________!

While Gene’s contestant, Linda, and the celebs take a few moments (way back on May 31, 1978), to consider how best to fill in that ol’ blank, there’s a bit of old business you and I need to tend to.

FULL DISCLOSURE: Falling in line with the commonplace TV land practice, I’ve opted to schedule a clip that’s a summer rerun. But, considering how my ratings / analytics tell me that only a handful of peeps had viewed it back on my original posting date, 03/08/2020, it’ll likely all be new to you.

However, even for those who did see it back in March, there still is a compelling reason to play it again. It was three months afterwards… on 06/01/2020… when our bygone Match Game writers’ prescience… even contestant Linda’s and the celebs’ clairvoyance all became even more evident.

That’s the day where Real Donald, in flagrant violation of the U.S. Constitution’s Bill of Rights (1st Amendment), had barked out his marching orders to his own private army… deployed his storm troopers to DC’s Lafayette Park to viciously attack / teargas protestors, who had opted to exercise their free speech rights and peaceably assemble to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

Which only proves how dumb Real Donald really is. Hey, I know! Let’s run my own scenario, concurrently!

• Real Dumb Donald is soooooo dumb…
• How dumb is he?
• Just to “man up” his flaccid image, he lumbered into
Lafayette Park for a photo op; to stand right in front
of St. John’s Church to pose with a copy of the ______!

By the by, my original Dumb Donald commentary (03/08/2020) can be found (where else?) within my homepage’s Dumb Donald (Match Game) category.

To view the Real Dumb Donald’s photo op click the clip below, HOWEVER, for optimal effect, click the clip, above, first.

Well, that more than covers it. Let’s all play Match Game!


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Wise up! Don’t rise up!


While this message is addressed, primarily, to my homeland’s dissidents, everyone is welcome to read on.


Dear American Protestor(s),

I know! I know! I know! When we’re “running” the pandemic necessitated, sequestration “program”, that totally runs counter to our default settings… i.e., our all too human need to be sociable… our desire to be at liberty to go virtually anywhere our planet beckons.

But, please keep in mind that now… more than at any other time within our recent, collective memory… is not the time to be exercising our Constitutionally stipulated First Amendment Rights…

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or 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.”

Online protests? That’d be fine. A letter to the editor of an in-print publication / periodical? That’d be cool, too.

It’s just that, at present, we all must remain in social isolation until the medical professionals deem it safe to go back out into society. Hunkering down in our homes is the ONLY viable, formidable weapon that we’ve got to fight Coronavirus. If we disarm / let down our guard too soon, we’ll wind up with even more human suffering and death than we’ve already got. As for the already existing economic devastation, do you actually think Wall Street could survive a double whammy?

I’ve seen the news coverage of some of your public gatherings. Where are your masks? Why are you standing too close to each other? Do you value your own lives so little?

Consider for a moment this sobering fact. All it takes to launch / relaunch a pandemic is one infected individual. And don’t be so quick to assume that you are uninfected just because you feel fine. Countless, asymptomatic people are spreading this contagion as I type / you read these very words.

You don’t really want to be known as the (wo)man who protested the human race into extinction… do you?

Keep your eye on the prize.

Our fight is with the Coronavirus… NOT… repeat NOT with the legal authorities who base their save humanity decisions upon the time honored principles extolled by our learned scientific community.

Wise up! Don’t rise up!

Signed CST







Monumental Mental Illness? (Vid of the Day)

Daily Show host Trevor Noah, is to be commended for so cleverly letting this clip’s story report itself. Even so, the alarming, key issue it raises requires a frank discussion… followed by some prompt, official, orderly action. I mean, any rational person, who is earwitness to this content, is bound to wonder…

Just where, within any (more or less) English speaking sector of our vast multiverse, does any of Donald Trump’s stream of (un)consciousness make any sense at all?

Even the trio of glazed eyed, slack jawed, grinning doofuses (a.k.a. Fox & Friends’ sycophantic propagandists Steve Doocy, Ainsley Earhardt and Brian Kilmeade) seem to be even more befuddled than normal… if “normal” is even the operative word, here. Donny incessantly and angrily prattles over approximately one dozen of his friends’ repeated attempts to get his crazy train / train of thought back on the tracks.

Anyway, seeing how we are all still here, it’d appear that the boot-licking approach to psychotherapy may’ve distracted him for the time being. But… what the Hell would happen were he to suffer a monumental mental melt down when they’re off duty?

Left to his own devices (an estimated 4,018 nuclear devices) the fake prez / man-child / engineer could easily choo-choo 7.7 Billion Earthlings into an apocalyptic train wreck.

Referring back to our clip… i.e., Donny’s on the air, off the cuff aside… “I know, we can keep this going all day, right? It’s easy”… should serve as a mental note to his upper echelon underlings… oh… say… remind them that, for the sake of America’s…. indeed, the entire world’s survival… it’d be just as easy to promptly dust off the U.S. Constitution’s 25th Amendment Section 4, which states…

“Whenever the Vice President and a majority of either the principal officers of the executive departments or of such other body as Congress may by law provide, transmit to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives their written declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office, the Vice President shall immediately assume the powers and duties of the office as Acting President.”






Fortune Cookie Blog (freedom & fascism)


Be wary of the leader who [1] views his country’s freedom securing charter
with contempt, [2] deems its time-honored authors / present day caretakers
a disgrace and [3] miscasts whistle-blowers / 4th estate guardians as villains.
His ignorance is only trumped by the malevolence which consumes his soul.







An Oval Office Orgy Averted?


The U.S. Constitution’s authors built in multiple provisions designed to prevent a sitting U.S. president from becoming a tyrant. Sounds good enough until we consider a musty, dusty Department of Justice legal precedent, which essentially said to all president tyrant wannabes, “More power to you!”

A few details: Back in 1973, the DOJ’s Office of Legal Counsel ruled that a criminal case brought against a sitting prez “would interfere with the President’s unique official duties, most of which cannot be performed by anyone else.”

To say the most: Just what we need… a mangy, bad-ass, scum of the Earth thug holed up in the Oval Office.

To say the least: That DOJ ruling does not translate out well within Trumpian Times.

Let’s scrutinize Donny’s “unique ‘official’ duties”…

Vegging out, daily and nightly, in front of his TV… cheering on his sycophantic, ego stroking, talking head idols over at FOX.

Constantly playing hooky / golf at the taxpayers’ expense (Air Force One flight crews / fuel AND Secret Service protection don’t [sic] come cheap).

Hmm… are these really, Really REALLY “duties” that “cannot be performed by anyone else”?

The only real up side to Donny’s avocations is how they interfere with his present-day vocation.

Considering his ongoing ♥ ♥ ♥ love affair ♥ ♥ ♥ with all things autocratic, GAWD HELP US ALL were this slacker to ever start applying himself.

Hell, there would be an Ideological Oval Office Orgy where he’d wind up effing America into Fascism.