Weasel Words and Treason

Here’s how to perpetuate political division (and sell more advertising space) with wishy-washy language and weasel words : “Investigators are also prying into [Glenn Simpson, Partner of Fusion GPS]’s role in compiling the Russia dossier, which was filled with some stunning but also unsubstantiated allegations.”

“Prying into?” Sounds suspicious and sneaky, when in real life his “role” was “partner” at a firm hired to do research on Donald Trump; full stop. Around 8 times out of ten, researchers at other ” firms,” including media conglomerates and federal agencies who have followed in Glenn’s footsteps, found EXACTLY THE SAME THING as Fusion GPS did — Trump’s tainted. Full stop.

The president of the United States is an asset of Russian intelligence services, whether he UNDERSTANDS that or not (he does). Permits for Trump’s proposed Moscow real estate deal were the laser pointer Putin used to toy with Trump (and now I owe an apology to cats worldwide). Putin also made sure there was a bevy of eastern European arm candy, models and pageant contestants for Donald to “grab” when he was in the vicinity. He DID marry one. She IS First Lady of the United States … correct?

A vast majority of allegations contained in the Trump dossier have been independently verified as FACT. While it’s TRUE some of those FACTS might have been “stunning” if not downright salacious, when journalists (or more likely their editors) hitch “but also unsubstantiated allegations” to Trump’s treason wagon, every racist, xenophobic, pro-Russia, anti-democratic voice in America screams “SEE?! They can’t prove he hired prostitutes to trash the presidential suite (because Barack Obama slept there) — and if we can’t see the pee-pee tape, then how do we know if ANY of it is true?”

Because of journalism. Because federal agents were listening. Because there was an FBI mole inside Trump’s campaign (from Day One). Because there are witnesses (most of them still alive). Because nothing else sounds like the truth — and you KNOW most of this stuff is absolutely true … every salacious detail. Those four little words, however, dilute and pollute the selling of our government to foreign agents and the end of the American experiment in representative democracy as we know it.

Last year at this time, the previous sentence (or perhaps the entire post) would have (and should have) been dismissed as nothing more than political hyperbole. Well, it’s a year later, isn’t it?

Now is the time for all good men (and women) to come to the aid of their country. Full stop.

My secret wish …

With apologies where necessary:

Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I’d like Donald Trump, the “president”, right here tonight.

I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there at Mar-A-Lago with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah!

Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?

For every action …


Earlier this morning on Facebook I wrote “I’d like to know where to go to reject my citizenship. I don’t believe I’ve ever felt more shame having to wear the label “American.” I lost it there for a second, after seeing Donald Trump re-tweet xenophobic claptrap from a “Britain First” puppet … polluting his feed (which the WH Press Secretary has made clear are official documents of this administration), with extreme violence, promoting racial tensions.

It took a conservative voter asking “are we supposed to pretend evil doesn’t exist?” for me to examine — rationally — WHY I was ready to grab my go-bag and head for the border (three hours and change, if I push it). I thought, “I’m not thinking clearly.” None of us are, frankly. It’s all just too, too much.

If we’re going to survive this administration (personal odds had us at  80/20 for the republic’s survival prior to that N. Korean ICBM test…) we have to STOP. And THINK. As I said in a previous essay, “ponder, even.” Go ahead … it won’t hurt … much. Of course evil exists — and I told our conservative friend, “evil is as real as a breeze on your face.” Think about that. Continue reading “For every action …”


If the Internet is correct, that’s Navajo for “asshole.” Beyond that — I can’t even. Referring to Senator Warren as “Pocahontas” is passé  for POTUS — it’s really one of the milder racial slurs we’ve come to expect from him.

What’s always striking to me is the genuineness of these awkward asides … for me, that’s the only time you see the real Trump. Stupid to the bone. Convinced he’s brilliant. Surrounded by sycophants and tyrants. These really are dark days for the republic.

Logic is Overrated

“It’s just, well as long as I’m an outlaw anyways… maybe I can do somethin’… maybe I can just find out somethin’, just scrounge around and maybe find out what it is that’s wrong and see if they ain’t somethin’ that can be done about it. I ain’t thought it out all clear, Ma.”

Words matter. Someone gave the president a masterfully intricate, hand-crafted collection of the best words available, all intended to promote a fallacy of relevance: argumentum ad baculum, or the “might makes right” fallacy. And just like that, Donald’s words shouldn’t matter — but they still do, because he’s POTUS.

Yes, it’s ironic that Donald Trump chose a “fallacy of relevance” to defend his failing presidency, but the consequences could be catastrophic. If you go look, you’ll see that pretty much every knife in Donald’s drawer is a fallacy of relevance, including the genetic fallacy, ad hominem, ad populum, or ad misericordiam (literally an “argument from pity”). Poor Donald. This job is HARD.

There is nothing new or particularly surprising here — conservatives have always responded to the “strict father” (do as I say) model of governance. ‘I don’t care if you love me or not, there are rules in my house. I’m sorry your brothers just opened up a six inch laceration across your scalp — it was an accident — now say you love them. We’re a family. Say it.’

Wait, what? You didn’t hear that? Well, the transcript is available for the media, pundits and others to discuss ad nauseum; I’ve done many a deep-dive into the language deployed to destabilize our democracy. But yeah — this speech was designed to put Charlottesville in the rear view mirror. ‘Families squabble. Get over it and get past it, because the men and women sitting in front of me might just lose a limb or their lives if you don’t.’ Seriously — it’s all there if you just look. Continue reading “Logic is Overrated”

Whistle Blower

On Twitter I said, “Waiting to learn which dogwhistle #PresidentBannon will have @POTUS blow next is killing me. C’mon, @realDonaldTrump, fail #ResignInDisgrace

While it’s amusing to needle the president and your conservative pals about the bloated, sick white nationalist scumbag behind Trump’s throne — what’s happening to families and neighbors as a result is tragic. We’ve always known the “R” in Republican stands for regressive — and President Bannon has dragged us all the way back to the Civil War … and it’s tearing families apart, again.

What follows is a public letter written by the father of one of those alt right, neo-nazi terrorists who invaded Charlottesville.

“My name is Pearce Tefft, and I am writing to all, with regards to my youngest son, Peter Tefft, an avowed white nationalist who has been featured in a number of local news stories over the last several months.

“On Friday night, my son traveled to Charlottesville, Va., and was interviewed by a national news outlet while marching with reported white nationalists, who allegedly went on to kill a person.

“I, along with all of his siblings and his entire family, wish to loudly repudiate my son’s vile, hateful and racist rhetoric and actions. We do not know specifically where he learned these beliefs. He did not learn them at home.

“I have shared my home and hearth with friends and acquaintances of every race, gender and creed. I have taught all of my children that all men and women are created equal. That we must love each other all the same.

“Evidently Peter has chosen to unlearn these lessons, much to my and his family’s heartbreak and distress. We have been silent up until now, but now we see that this was a mistake. It was the silence of good people that allowed the Nazis to flourish the first time around, and it is the silence of good people that is allowing them to flourish now.

“Peter Tefft, my son, is not welcome at our family gatherings any longer. I pray my prodigal son will renounce his hateful beliefs and return home. Then and only then will I lay out the feast.

“His hateful opinions are bringing hateful rhetoric to his siblings, cousins, nieces and nephews as well as his parents. Why must we be guilty by association? Again, none of his beliefs were learned at home. We do not, never have, and never will, accept his twisted worldview.

“He once joked, “The thing about us fascists is, it’s not that we don’t believe in freedom of speech. You can say whatever you want. We’ll just throw you in an oven.”

“Peter, you will have to shovel our bodies into the oven, too. Please son, renounce the hate, accept and love all.”

Remember, “Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon, which cuts w/o wounding and ennobles the man who wields it.” — Dr. Martin Luther King

The father’s original letter posted here.

Some people …

This image has been shopped around as a meme showing this “condom ad” which makes the US the “laughingstock of the world!”
Actually, it’s concept art from Platinum FMD — and it’s amazing. Somebody should definitely throw money at this idea to sell protection to a frantic nation. There’s also a version with Kim Jong-un …

Sound and Fury

There’s really not much to say about Trump’s saber rattling save this: I hate it when I’m right. A week or so ago I wrote that Kim Jong-un was a “more reliable actor” on the international stage — the problem would be Hair Hitler’s hair-trigger temper. Today’s bluster carries as much weight as his transgender ban for military personnel. None. Nada. Zip. Bupkis.

If you want to do something other than live today as though it might be your last (and shouldn’t we always?), remind your Senators and Representative to remind the president and the cabinet and the joint chiefs — that a nuclear strike as retaliation for taunting, might be just a tad aggressive.

Mephistopheles 3.0

What’s your religion? Christ — it’s hard to tell with Christians these days, isn’t it? I blame the media, because idiots misreading the Koran get ALL the headlines, while at the same time there are just as many idiots misrepresenting Scripture. Hell, we celebrate the religious morons in America. And Heaven forbid you criticize Republican policies, because these “christians” STILL approve of Donald J. Trump by an overwhelming majority. The J. doesn’t stand for Jesus, gentiles. Welcome to your Sunday Sermon™.

Onward Christian soldiers — heal thyselves. I respectfully remind you that Jesus “gave [his disciples] power and authority over all demons and to cure diseases … He sent them to heal the sick.” Tell everyone the Good News along the way, but fix that broken leg and set up a standing appointment for Judah’s dialysis treatments while you’re at it. The Bible makes a pretty strong argument here that you can all take all your #ThoughtsAndPrayersand go sho… sh …shake your ass and do something to heal the sick. Republicans in Washington believe everyone (no matter how we voted) is ruled by the law of the jungle — only the richest survive. And for the GOP disciples, the “fruit of thy womb” is only sacred as long as it didn’t come from a Muslim majority country. Y’know … like Jesus.

I confess: I’m guilty of religious profiling. It’s deceptively easy to pick out the bad guys in a line-up by examining the choices they’ve made. If you don’t believe me, ask Robert Mueller. “Christians” who support Trump are as every bit as delusional as any religious fanatic in the mideast. Fail to fully embrace their dogma and you are an enemy. Facts, logic and dissenting opinion bounce right off the thick skulls of the hapless christian soldier, and I blame Ephesians: “Put on the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.” As far as Trump voters are concerned, especially the “christians,” everything I’m saying is blasphemy and further proof they’re being “persecuted” for their religious beliefs. No, I’m persecuting you because you’re st-st-stupid.

Trump’s “religion” is a diseased growth on this country’s soul. Any true Christian would recognize the GREED (“I shouldn’t tell you that, I’m a greedy – I’ve always been greedy”) LUST (“… if Ivanka weren’t my daughter, perhaps”) PRIDE (“I think apologizing’s a great thing, but you have to be wrong. I will absolutely apologize, sometime in the hopefully distant future, if I’m ever wrong.”), GLUTTONY (“most beautiful piece of chocolate cake”) and PRIDE again (“… part of the beauty of me is that I am very rich”). I’m worried about WRATH, frankly. But all the Trump acolytes don’t really care about adultery, as long as their club keeps its tax-exempt status. The point is, you don’t have to travel to South America or Asia to help your fellow man, followers of Republican Jesus. Let’s go ahead and call that “mission trip” what it really is: a tax-free family vacation to an exotic destination. Next time try Appalachia. I dare you.

Just past five o’clock yesterday morning, at the Dar Al-Farooq Islamic Center in Minnesota, Trump’s “religion” delivered yet another improvised explosive device to our local Muslim community. Islamic institutions nationwide have been subjected to hate crimes at an alarming rate since Trump took office. The bombing in Bloomington doesn’t qualify — yet — because the local FBI have not been able to determine motive. It may seem obvious to you and I, but in the very black/white, right/wrong, binary view of the FBI agent, facts trump suspicion. I believe the motive mirrors the president’s message: Make America Hate Again. We’ve been force-fed a diet of division and mass delusion for years now. My silver lining in Donald Trump’s gathering legal storm clouds is clear: the FBI hasn’t determined motive in his case, either. Treason? Maybe. Extortion? Probably. High (financial) crimes and misdemeanors? Sure, why not? The facts will speak for themselves.

I’d be willing to wager staying within commuter jet distance of D.C. on this “not vacation” of his has less to do with his favorite pastime, and more to do with ferrying an army of lawyers back and forth from the nation’s capitol and New York to his golf club. He’s walled himself off in his little fiefdom, with the enemy (media) at the gates, tossing severed heads over the balustrades as though he were Lord Bolton. He’s currently at war with the press, a Republican Congress, U.S. Statute law, public opinion and a little thing called reality. So much winning.

What’s your religion? It shouldn’t matter is the point Trump christians refuse to understand. Faith is personal. Faith is private. How YOU choose to live and act, guided by whatever or whoever you place faith in, is something nobody on this earth can ever change, so stop pretending to care about Sharia Law. Right now 1/3 of this country believes ‘the damn thing (D.C.) isn’t working — might as well blow it up and start over.’ Those same people claim to believe in the Constitution. Worse — they’re echoed on the left. Sorry, kids — there is no reset button. Go look for a med kit and try and heal yourself — because if it all breaks down, you’re on your own. Feel free to pick up a rulebook and figure out how the game is played before whining about how you’re not winning. I get enough of that from POTUS.

Didn’t get your way on an important vote, Donald? Then it must be time for some presidential whining from the bully pulpit and a loud, raucous chorus of ’Change The Rules and Vote Again!’ from the Trump choir. Not so fast. ‘If I need to sit here (in Pro Forma session) to make sure you behave yourself, Donnie, I will!’ said Mitch McConnell and the Senate Republicans. Yes, I understand they’re just trying to protect Trump from himself and keep his 8.9 Richter wrist free to sign bills, but that fight happens after recess. For now, it’s the first time in recent memory that I fully support Senate Republicans.

Who believes in miracles? You do. You’re welcome.