Vid of the Day ~ Friday, October 4th

So… WHY am I (clear out of the blue?) featuring Bill Haley and the Comets performing the Robert Guidry composition See Ya Later, Alligator?

Well… considering how the recent news cycle reportage has been dominated by snakes, alligators, moats and impeachment proceedings… WHY NOT?

Beyond that? This toe-tapper tune could be a political song parodist’s dream come true! Hell, a 2020 POTUS wannabe Democrat (with a wry sense of humor) could even play this track at campaign rallies to call attention to the machinations ol’ YOU-KNOW-WHO.

 

 

 

 

 

A (Shared?) Healthy Core Belief (1 Quick Limerick #092)

 

Whether we’re centrist or left or right polar,
Be our views secular or holy roller,
We know there’s NO real excuse,
For Donald Trump’s child abuse,
Enforced by ICE and each border patroller.

 

 

 

 

Fake Prez Lays An Egg! Society Chickens Out?

 

Animal rights activists… rightfully so…insist that the Egg Industry should raise their egg producing chickens in a humane, cage-free setting.

Human rights activists… rightfully so… insist that the fake prez should raise his detainee immigrant children in a humane, cage-free setting.

Yet, it would appear that far too many, within American society, are more likely to accept cage-free chickens than cage-free kids!

Why can’t we have both?

 

 

A Trump Devotee Wake Up Call ~ 1 Quick Limerick #091

 

There is no defense for Trump, don’t you dare try,
From immigrant moms’ arms, their babies he’ll pry,
Where’s your moral outrage?
re these tykes who he’ll cage,
The immigrant kids he torments till they cry!

Alternate Line #5: Some immigrant kids he torments, till they die!

 

 

 

No Kicks On This Route 666

 

Hmm… I just heard an NPR story about how the fake prez wants to dig deeper ruts into the path towards LEGAL immigration… i.e., by restricting citizenship to only those seekers, who are well educated and most likely to contribute something great to American society.

Hmm… seeing how, historically speaking, inventors / innovators have not always earned the diplomas, which could prove their worthiness, how would we ever know if a foreign born person… minus a diploma, yet, capable of greatness… was being summarily denied citizenship by Trumpian restrictions? Deprived of funding that’s typically found within a wealthy nation (such as America), what life enriching / life saving innovations / inventions may never see the light of day?

Hmm… on the flip side of that coin… what about America’s stuck in darkness, uneducated existing citizens… oh… say… the uneducated prez and his uneducated supporters? Other than Civil War and Nazi Germany magnitude, society stifling, racism / hatred, just WTF do they contribute to American or any other society?

Hmm… were the ersatz prez to piggyback his “only educated citizens” rule upon the stooping shoulders of his recent hate-based “send them back” rants, where would that leave his ignorant supporters? His ignorant family? Even his ignorant self?

Hmm… I do believe Melania should be exempt. After all, her having said “I do” is not proof of ignorance. All that marriage made in hell proves is her love was blind. As for her estranged hubby’s strange love? That can only be found in every one of his mirrors.

Hmm… my discussion is not to suggest that anybody should get the hell out of America. I’m merely demonstrating how damned near every Trumpian edict attempts to establish a slippery slope which, left unchecked, could easily, perhaps irreparably, damage what little good is left of the United States of America.

Hmm… Ironically, Trumpian slippery slopes and deeper ruts could easily establish a full throttle, full traction, empty headed, one-way trip down the highway to hell!

 

 

 

 

Life’s Tear-Stained Paths Converge

 

I was fifty-nine years younger on this day in 1960… my age still measured in single digits. This had been “The Day” where I learnt… first hand… how separation anxiety can hit home… really hard.

The setting involved the early a.m. Greyhound bus terminal, when / where life’s unsmiling, emotionally charged events just kept on unraveling exponentially. With my dad and three-years-older sister standing at my side, with mom seated behind the bus’s thick, tinted safety-glass pane… we traded off our countless good-bye waves and blown kisses. About to embark on her 1,287km / 800mi road trip, by journey’s end, mom would be tending to a somber family matter.

Oh, how I had wished we all could’ve traveled as a family, but, due to my dad’s low-paying public school teacher job, he could not afford the three extra bus tickets… even with two of them being sold at the kiddie, half-fare rate.

With my mind zoning out to the night before… I began replaying the scene where we had just returned from our routine, weekly grocery shopping trip… bags in hand. While dad was unlocking the backdoor, we could already hear our hardwired, landline telephone ringing “off the hook”. Mom rushed in, ahead of us, to field what turned out to be a long-distance call.

In that pre-direct-dial / operator assisted era (“eons” before super-glued to our ears cell phones had become commonplace) such a call was rare, seldom just for the fun of it and (more often than not) the harbinger of bad news.

In this instance, mom’s sister spoke of what had started out as an idyllic, daylong, fun family outing spent at their lakefront cottage… of how everything had gone into panic mode when my grandma had gone M.I.A…. of how their frantic scouring of the woods had reached the end upon discovering her lifeless body laying amidst the blueberry patch, which she’d been harvesting.

With the bus’s diesel engine now roaring to life, the driver shifted into gear and pulled out from the station. The three of us moved outside to watch until mom’s bus, seemingly, vanished into thin air. It was now time for dad to drive us back home… a mere 12.87km / 8mi. Once inside the family car, my tears were now free to stream down my no longer “brave” public face.

Truth be told… I wasn’t even crying that much over the death of my grandma. Having only “met her” as a newborn, I guess you could say that I never really knew her at all.

Well… all the way home and for the entire afternoon leading up to suppertime, no matter how many times my dad and sister reassured me that mom would be back home in a couple of weeks, I was fully convinced that I’d never see her again.

And even though my father and sibling did, eventually, prove me wrong… nonetheless… that long ago separation anxiety still haunts me and can still evoke welled up tears.

If only I could successfully imprint my experience within the alleged mind of my homeland’s alleged prez. Might he then learn… second hand… perhaps for the first time ever in his life… how separation anxiety can hit home really hard? Might he then be able to separate the word “Zero” from his Zero Tolerance Immigration Policy? Might he then feel empathy… my total empathy… for the U.S. / Mexican border crossing / asylum seeking families who he’s been so ruthlessly and callously abusing for political gain?

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

An Even Handed Appraisal

 

On this early Sunday morning, I’ve been doing a bit of soul searching… seeking resolution to the following disparate issues…

On the one hand… I’ve been lambasting Donald Trump and his supporters for their isolationist stance… their insistence on building walls instead of bridges… their favoring fist punches over handshakes.

On the other hand… I’ve been condemning the “prez” for his Helsinki Summit and post Summit conduct… his fatal attraction for Vladimir Putin… his even inviting that Russian to park his butt inside the Oval Office come October, no less!

Of course… when taken at face value… could not such meetings be interpreted as feeble attempts at bridge building and handshaking? After all, any normal, sharp-witted president understands the value of knowing thy enemies… keeping close tabs on them… and, if possible, maintaining productive dialogues.

Of course, when it comes down to the current “prez”, is word usage such as “normal” and “sharp-witted” even apropos? I think not. To describe Trump’s Helsinki conduct one does free associate the “T” word… “T” as in TREASONOUS!

Needless to say, our two POVs are worlds apart… HELL… lightyears apart.

On the one hand… Trump’s zero tolerance immigration policy is based upon fear, not facts. His vilification of entire ethnicities and religious sects is built upon his flat-out FLIMSY PREMISE… namely… that even one immigrant with a criminal record means that the rest of them must all be guilty as hell, too. I cannot say it enough so I’ll say it again… that is the “prez’s” flat-out FLIMSY PREMISE!

The reality of the situation is all that actually matters. The number of lawbreakers pales in comparison to the vastly larger amount of honorable asylum seeking immigrants, whose only “offense”, to date, has been their illegal border crossings. I’d have to commend, not condemn and criminalize anyone, who is fleeing their own homelands’ crime, corruption and oppression.

On the other hand… my vilification of Putin… is based on facts. To e.g. this…

Bad Vlad’s Rap Sheet includes ruthlessly bombing Syrian civilians… killing at least 25,000 Chechen civilians… aiding and abetting terrorists in Ukraine… and… shooting down Malaysia Airlines Flight 17 on July 17, 2014 (killing 298 innocent passengers and crew). He is also suspected of bombing two Moscow apartment buildings killing hundreds… the mysterious killings of Russian democrats, journalists and opposition leaders… the poisonings of Sergei and Yulia Skripal in the UK… and… plotting to assassinate the prime minister of Montenegro, Milo Dukanović.

Which raises the $64 Billion Questions… how can Trump flip off innocent immigrants YET flip head over heals over the guilty as Hell Putin? Would we not expect him to extend his xenophobic feelings so they’d be inclusive of Putin?

Of course, Trump’s supporters need to do a bit of soul searching, too…

On the one hand… you guys are finding it way too easy to buy into your “prez’s” fear mongering which unfairly singles out Latinos / Latinas and Muslims yet…

On the other hand… you guys are way too easily setting aside such fears when they are most needed. Never forget that your “prez”, in sucking up to war criminal Putin. That Russian butcher is the clear and present danger to America! And IF (IF?) Trump is colluding with Putin, then both of them are clear and present dangers to America!

Any normal, sharp-witted person could plainly see how Vladimir Putin poses the far greater risk here… poses an actual, serious and imminent threat to America’s safety and public interests.

Of course, when it comes down to Trump supporters, is the usage of words such as “normal” and “sharp-witted” even apropos?

I sure do hope so. As I type this… as you read this… the survival of America’s democracy and freedom is at stake! Now, more than ever, we must have an electorate in full possession of its faculties.

 

Is Anyone Hugging the Detainee Children?

 

As a compassionate man, I object to the abject cruelty of Donald Trump’s ham-handed, iron-fisted, zero tolerance immigration policy. His flawed “law” has resulted in multiple thousands of youngsters and infants getting snatched from their parents’ embracing arms.

After that, these youngsters are deemed “guilty” of their asylum seeking parents’ minor border crossing infractions… in essence… kids are being found “guilty” just for being alive!

These innocent political orphans… prisoners of Trump’s Border War… are getting dumped into internment camps, where their shed tears go unnoticed… where their mournful, “Mama and papa where are you?” pleas cannot possibly be answered. Or worse yet, when they do get a response, it’s not heartfelt consolation… it’s downright derision. Check out this translated from Spanish to English quote… words uttered by a detention center guard who had utterly failed to take the endless crying seriously…

“Well, we have an orchestra here. What’s missing is a conductor.”

All of that breaks my heart… the hearts of millions of sensitive souls all across America and the world. To assess the feelings within the alleged president’s alleged heart: What feelings? What heart?

With no end to this humanitarian crisis in sight, what’s to become of these detainee children? There’s far more to raising kids than merely serving them a steady diet of junk food and crappy TV programming. Are there any psychologists / social workers on hand to ease their separation anxiety? Are there any teachers to keep them mentally engaged? Who’s assuming the roles of nurturing, surrogate parents? Anyone? Who’s conversing with them? Reading them bedtime stories? Hugging them? Truthfully offering them hope for a better day?

Are these kids just languishing in their cages / cells… staring blankly at the dank, dingy gray, cinderblock walls through their welled up with tears eyes? Going for days, weeks, months on end without even the slightest chance for any normal, human interaction?

These young detainees must be nurtured. In the absence of that? Well, if they don’t die of loneliness first, what sort of adults are they to become?

 

An Ideological Wardrobe Malfunction ~ Vid of the Day

In her attempt to hang up her husband’s figurative(?) white hood, white robe and brown shirt… FLOTUS Melania Trump flew off to Texas today to tour an immigration detention center. Call this her efforts to “make nice” along the U.S. / Mexico border on behalf of her husband, who… in all likelihood… neither actually feels remorse nor any particular need to heal the deep emotional wounds he’s inflicted upon young children and their mommies and daddies.

However, her good deed lost some of its sorely needed positive impact. You see, the First Lady wound up experiencing an ideological wardrobe malfunction. Emblazoned on the back of her jacket… for all the world to see… were the words…

“I Really Don’t Care, Do U?”

White House East Wing communications director Stephanie Grisham responded thusly…

“It’s a jacket. There was no hidden message. After today’s important visit to Texas, I hope the media isn’t going to choose to focus on her wardrobe.”

For the record… I do believe Ms. Trump to be a far more decent and compassionate person than her husband. As such, that makes Ms. Grisham’s explanation believable… BUT

To say the least… this unfortunate incident could not have happened at a worse time.

To say the most… folks… I do question my objectivity in this matter. Ever since I got my firsthand glimpse of that mournfully crying, devastated, needlessly detained, immigrant child, I’ve been an emotional basket case. No normal person could ever eyewitness the embodiment of Donald Trump’s inhumanity to humankind without feeling consumed by profound sorrow and outrage.

To say a bit more… as is true with most of us… in our lifetimes most of us have suffered through UNAVOIDABLE incidents of separation anxiety. In my own case, I can still recall two specific events vividly… even though they occurred six decades ago (I’ve reblogged the two relevant passages from my 06/05/2018 blog and they’ll appear, below, as an addendum to this blog).

My apologies now go out to Ms. Trump for dragging her into this blog. BUT, since she IS attempting to soothe the worldwide outrage and since I am one person out of 7+ Billion souls in need of her therapy, I’d tend to think she’d understand my need to vent… especially since my criticism is focusing, primarily, upon her husband. That duly noted…

My one and only (mild) critique of Ms. Trump is that she should’ve been more careful. Or… at the very least why couldn’t one… MAYBE JUST ONE… White House staffer have noticed and taken her aside to suggest a change of wardrobe prior to her having gone out in public?

BUT… considering the YUGE [sic] cast of disreputable, slimy characters swimming in the deep end of today’s White House swamp… many of them personally handpicked by Donald… who among these deplorables would’ve ever found that “I Really Don’t Care, Do U?” jacket message even remotely off-putting? Not caring IS their very way of life. Indeed… they’ve based their entire careers upon not giving a F about anything that truly matters.

In fact… most of them would’ve been far more likely to take the First Lady aside to high-five her on her way out the door!

 

ADDENDUM / REBLOG:

As a four-year-old I had needed surgery. Even though my folks had tried their very best to emotionally prepare me for my upcoming operation / hospitalization, on the day of my admission, those white uniformed strangers had so frightened me… so worried me that their plans included FOREVER taking me away from my parents that… en route to my assigned room… I actually threw up in the corridor.

As a six-year-old, I can recall how a long distance phone call had totally turned my little world upside-down. My maternal grandma had died and… there being insufficient funds to buy all four of us tickets… Mom would be attending the funeral service alone. While Dad, Sis and I waved our bus station good-byes, my heart sank and tears flowed. No amount of my father’s repeated, daylong assurances could convince me that I’d ever see my Mom again. Even though Dad… in his new role as head chef… had prepared us a tasty supper and I hadn’t eaten a morsel since Mom had served breakfast… with my stomach tied in emotional knots… I didn’t eat much.