Thursday, November 03, 2016

On Second Thought . . .

Comey is being punked by rogue FBI Agents?  What the fuck?


FBI Director James Comey Feared Leaks In Deciding To Disclose New Emails Linked To Clinton

Saturday, October 29, 2016

I Figured This Shit Out!

I don't believe in conspiracy theories. I believe in Occam's Razor. Still, here is my version of FBI Director's motivation for an unprecedented leak about vague details in an investigation close to one of the POTUS nominee's, this close to the election.
Cover your ass much, Boo Boo Kitty?

To quickly explain, Comey has given Trump a personal if not wider morale boost. If Trump should get elected, Trump owes Comey. Job security? Loretta Lynch should have him indicted for a Hatch Act violation ASAP!

Sunday, September 18, 2016



My notes are too late, for today's Sunday News Shows. But journalists and hosts and commentators please. Don't mention birtherism with out saying, "Obviously racist birtherism."
Thank you. The Truth.


Tuesday, September 06, 2016

So regarding that appearance of Ann Coulter at the Rob Lowe roast?  Yes the others were  merciless with her.  And it was a thing of beauty.   But here is my most important observation.  Even after being pounded again and again over her racism, skank a slore still told her prepared  "spade"  joke.

Never minding her lack of character, and ability to self edit on the fly.  But that is a good example of why so few conservatives can make it in comedy.  If your idea of what is funny is a pun based on a racist insult, you are not only not funny.  But you are dated.  Like 100 years ago when blackface was still considered wholesome fun entertainment.

Ann Coulter Mocked for Being a Racist at Rob Lowe, takes the mic, and proves it. 

Thursday, July 21, 2016



My GOP convention quick analysis and prediction. Day one. Melaniagate was the main story of the night. So as far as messaging goes, a disaster. Day two. Former Prosecutor Chris Christie holds an old fashioned lynch mob kangaroo kourt. And the press is still talking Melaniagate. As far as messaging goes, a disaster. Day three. Ted Cruz refuses to endorse Trump. Pandemonium ensues. And the incident of the Aryan chick giving Trump a Nazi salute. As far as messaging and party unity goes it's a disaster.
And tonight the malignant narcissist himself takes the stage. Expect to see fat Hitler with a bad comb over tonight, if you tune in.

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Thursday, August 27, 2015







Necessity’s invention gives us cause,


To meet current demand for a quick fix.


Yet temporal excess can give us pause,


To analyze the crises, problems, tricks.




Certain nagging thoughts have somewhat lessened.


I can imagine freedom from them come.


Breaking from oppressive worry, binding,


Myself to things from which I ought to run.




It’s time for forward thinking, time to break


From habits that don’t always serve me well.


Stubbornness can long delay time to make


A choice to walk away from psychic hell.




I am not more myself, I have evolved.


Time has been healing wounds, my ghosts dissolved.



Necessity’s invention gives us cause,

To meet current demand for a quick fix.

Yet temporal excess can give us pause,

To analyze the crises, problems, tricks.


Certain nagging thoughts have somewhat lessened.

I can imagine freedom from them come.

Breaking from oppressive worry, binding,

Myself to things from which I ought to run.


It’s time for forward thinking, time to break

From habits that don’t always serve me well.

Stubbornness can long delay time to make

A choice to walk away from psychic hell.


I am not more myself, I have evolved.

Time has been healing wounds, my ghosts dissolved.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Still Not Dead Yet.

 
 
Nor have I lost interest in politics. I have pretty  much lost interest in blogging.  Blame  fb.  And texting.  So much texting.  My joke is that I  have too many women in my life.  More accurately,  I spend too much time  texting with them.  Anyway, and speaking of women . . .


she who broke my heart.  She who friendzoned me  and dumped if not me (spare me the semantics) at least chose the attentions of another, over me.  (I had to change love to attentions, as I am fairly damn sure he doesn't love her.  I am sure he is a narcissist and is treating her like a trophy, and a favorite  lay  --  meaning I am sure the fucker is cheating on her.  Fucking narcissist!) 

I actually wish I could hate her.  I wish I could take the intensity with which I loved her once, and turn that into an inferno of despite and contempt  equal and opposite in scope and energy.  But I can't.  Manly  on account of two reason.  One.  I actually  did love her that well.  Nobody loves selflessly.  Love has a selfish component built in.  And still, I did love her well enough that I accepted her rejection rather quickly, even if not quietly.  And the other reason is  I know her history, her mind, and the damage of her formative years well enough to know  pretty  damn well why she is who she is, and why she kicked me to the curb.  Ya.  I don't look or act like her narcissistic and evil father.  I don't remind her of him one tiny bit.  So I am out of there.  Never had a chance.  Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.


And yes,  I have to 'worst case scenario' the thing  because  hope is hopeless here.  Whether or not she really  had feelings for me, is so not the point.  The point is I have take it as the only truth she never did.  That way  I can stay more than not focused on the need to believe  I never want to see her again,  and never want closure.  That would be the worst of all fucking options, to have one of those shitty  assed  closure  conversations.  It is actually  better to just assume  I meant nothing to her and never will again, than have to put up with the bullshit.  And by that I mean  some, "Gee  I'm sorry  you took it so badly, I did not mean to hurt you,"  condescending, toxic bullshit. 

"Of course I took that shit personally.  You chose someone else over me.  I don't give a fuck about the why.  I don't want to hear how you can't help who you fell for  or feel for.  I am a god damned adult.  I know fucking full and well that all that 'love is magic'  infantile bullshit is nothing more than infantile  bullshit."

I will stop here.  It has been a year since I had any contact with her.  And like I say above, I need to believe that I never want to see her again.  Intellectually  I know that is what I need.  And for the most part, I believe that in my heart as well.  Venting  ending!
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