cover it up

It now seems that two, count ‘em two cameras are stationed to keep guard on Jeffry Epstein’s prison cell, had some kind of mishap the duration of time, that supposedly Jeffry Epstein committed suicide. Heads did roll, as the Queen of Hearts once projected in the story of ‘Alice in Wonderland,’ not major heads mind you, instead a few pawns were removed from the chessboard, and some muckety-muck with not enough MUCK, got fucked and, wishfully so, or willfully, was fired in yet one more scheme of crime, by the OverLord of Injustice…William Barr. And all the while, while Epstein dangled from the metal in his cell, two female conspirators, aiding in the kidnapping/trafficking/and enslavement of young girls are somewhere off the grid, and seemingly still living one very cool life. BIG names we are told, HUGE men with even HUGER reputations, remain free to pick and choose more adolescent girls, but money and fortune are the kingpins in the New Order of a world called Trump Land!

Just when America, those of us who actually care, have discovered that #Moscow Mitch is considered one of the slimiest and treasonous Majority Leaders ever…when we thought removing Steve Bannon from the West Wing was an Exorcism of sorts, only to be replaced with an even more horrific demon, Stephen Miller…when Lindsey Graham’s past, the one always hidden by the shadows of John McCain, HAS come back to haunt him, and now is dancing from the same Putin puppet strings as Trump…we have a new Enemy of the State, a more in your face, I could give a shit, kind of guy, named William Barr. 

There no longer is a true Department of Justice, there is no longer America’s Attorney General, there are less and less “checks and balances,” and it seems there are fewer and fewer means to stop Trump’s march to Fascism, and we the people are continuously getting fucked over, and over and over again!  Once the RECESS is finished (THE RECESS, what a bit of crapola) the Dems swear they will investigate William Barr’s DOJ lack of honest intention of truly investigating Epstein’s death. Too much cover-up, and too much Trump involvement, so, of course, Barr will sit on his hands. Barr joins the long list of GOP Compromised Agents of Russian Assets in the US Government…and we are all going to suffer ALL the consequences of the Declaration of War Putin started against the US back in the early 2000s when he discovered a Snake Oil Con, empty of empathy but full of himself! TRUMP.

a storm

One might wonder what if Hurricane Dorian sweeps across the area of Florida, in which the Palace of Mar-A-Lago currently is planted, and some damage is done to that Holy Site? Would one imagine a cargo of military ships and tanks arriving on the scene with tons and tons of rolls of paper towels? And while wondering, one might contemplate would the residents of the ALL the villages nearby, both the ultra-wealthy and the shanty’s in which the brown-skinned migrant workers reside, (we are to pretend WHO do not work at the Place of Mar-A-Lago) receive any aid or assistance? But then again, it ain’t America, Trump is concerned about, it is the sections of America who, in Trump’s teeniest of brains, HE assumes voted for him, that will receive any modicum of money and support. Another natural disaster, one which will affect people of all spectrums of skin pigmentation, religious beliefs, income levels…but Ya gotta just guess, with the current resident living on Pennsylvania Ave, in DC, who, aside from HIS own needs will find support from our government. Good luck Floridians…and all of you MAGA’s which might be impacted by this Hurricane, remember when the government provides assistance it actually is entitlement and socialism combined.  Gotta wonder, if that makes you a Snowflake liberal if you accept any help! 

Burn, baby burn, disco inferno, nope not a dance floor but the Amazon Rainforest. And why, well because making money is the name of the game, and money is a NOW thing, the future of the planet is too far away to be concerned about. So the Brazilian President Bolsonaro, a man in the mold of Trump, received kickbacks from a bunch of Corporations who want to build, baby build lots of concrete structures and grow money. Giving a shit, as most dictators do, while receiving gifts from Corporations, Bolsonaro lit the match and now the lungs of our planet have a nicotine habit and are inhaling lots of carcinogens. But, like Trump, President Bolsonaro, when caught red-handed, blames the destruction on the indigenous people. Kind of like Trump telling his MAGA loving Farmers who were certain Trump was one of them, that he, Trump, could make things better with China and save the Farm Industry, but then Trump would be a “pussy”…and we all know Trump would rather grab than be…And then we have hotter heat, floods of a century flooding every other week, and sea levels rising, but that is tomorrows worry…Money is a NOW thing…so let’s make lots of money, or rip off others so WE can make lots of money…Oh yeah, RECESS is still a thing, the Dems still believe doing nothing about Russian hacking and interference will not affect the 2020 elections and the madcap campaigns to become president remain a priority…but hey who cares! 

He's Gone

Vivid dreams, somehow, recently, realms of imagination, degrees of deep dark madness or magic, lying in wait, while I am not awake, have danced with delight in the night, as I sleep, only to haunt me, taunt me, with stingy recall and reminders as the new day dawns. Somewhere in my head as the grayish clouds of North Truro were permitting bleak rays of sunshine to scratch the horizon, I heard the song “She’s Gone,” by Hall and Oates, released all the way back in 1974. Never one of my true favorites, I was able to hum and humbug the lyrics, catching each phase with almost perfect recollection. WTF, I first thought, Hall and Oates, lamenting about a LOVER, once so important and relevant, GONE! 

“Everybody's high on consolation. Everybody's trying to tell me what's right for me. My daddy tried to bore me with a sermon
But it's plain to see that they can't comfort me. Sorry, Charlie for the imposition I think I've got it, got the strength to carry on.”

Methane, my boy, time to bring back yet one more virus to let the Earth die a slow death, but slow is the keyword, so let's open the bowels of the Earth and spew even more gasses to poison the environment! But while we do so, let’s make lots of money, because living large, is the key to success, and dark seedy money from Corporations. Generations to come are too far in the future to matter, so if they gag and choke it will be their issue…PLUS HE’s GONE, that is OBAMA, and he IS the enemy and HIS legacy of attempting to stop the erosion of the Earth IS the real reason Methane must make a comeback!

“I need a drink and a quick decision Now it's up to me, ooh what will be She's gone, oh I, oh I'd Better learn how to face it.”
She's gone, oh I, oh I'd Pay the devil to replace her She's gone, what went wrong” No equality for you, the scourge of  heterosexuality, you people with letters like LGBTQ, no place in the workplace, you Christ-killers, who needs a bunch of Jews milling around a Steel Mill, still closing like crazy, but that was Obama’s fault, because he believed a quality of sustainable life for generations to come, was more important than making a buck and fuck paying taxes and fucking up the land upon which we stand and the air we inhale. Too much a sissy that Obama, letting men in dresses, women in overall’s, people using pronouns like them they to describe themselves. Jesus, settled America, told those Indians (Indigenous People my ass) convert or die, and the Bible stated clearly right after instructions for making Snake Oil, that North America was always supposed to be White and Christian! BUT, HE is GONE, so no need to keep brown skin people, from enjoying the freedoms of immigration, time to send those kids tainted with the brown disease and Cancer back to the jungles of Mexico from which they slithered forth.

“Get up in the morning look in the mirror. I'm worn as her toothbrush hanging in the stand. My face ain't looking any younger Now I can see love's taken her toll on me.” Nah-Nah-boo-boo Puerto Rico you almost had it coming again and deserved it, because last Hurricane you gave me the middle finger when I tossed rolls of paper towels. But this time Hurricane Dorian is heading to some real American Real Estate, the stand your ground, marry your sister, home of my tax-free estate of mar-A-Lago, and NOW, because that state voted for me, and hated Obama, I might toss even stronger rolls of paper towels. HE is GONE, that OBAMA, and anyone or anything that even remembers the good old days, when the Kenyan ran this country, will REGRET, having ever considered a reasonable, rational reliable Commander-In-Chief. I said this I will own this country, treat it as a family business, and run it to the ground as all of MY CRIME FAMILY business have been dealt with. I am TRUMP, I am here and HE, OBAMA IS GONE!

Morning Glow

“Morning glow is almost here. Morning glow by your light. We can make the new day bright.

And the phantoms of the night. Will fade into the past. Morning glow is here.” (‘Morning Glow’/Stephen Schwartz)

I awoke at 5:34 am! Some dream had been rummaging around my REM sleep phase, not a good one but not necessarily a nightmare…just some kind of reality show dream, but not like the “SCRIPTED” reality TV bull shit, too real and also too predictably unpredictable. Joe was asleep next to me…yep, Franklin Graham Hell awaits, but not for me, because the man I married loves me and I love him, but the Hell from which you and your false prophets were ejected like the green slime thrust from the throat of Linda Blair’s character, Regan MacNeil, in the movie the ‘Exorcist’! I awoke, checked my own body, touched, ever so lightly the sleeping body of my husband, then quietly and slowly went on to the deck of our house and looked at the sky…the sun was actually beginning its journey for a new day…and I had an eerie sense, that the sun realized it was beginning a SHIVA (a period of mourning in the Jewish religion) for one of its children, the Earth. Flashes of my dream zigged and zagged as I watched the yellowish hues appear, and I realized the theme of my dream was a culmination of the end of things. (No American Evangelical Christian Taliban, not the END TIMES), more of a loss of honesty, integrity, morals, values, and the knowledge to appreciate the difference between fair and honest and REALLY good and VERY bad!

“Morning glow fill the earth. Come and shine for all you're worth. We'll be present at the birth.

Of old faith looking new. Morning glow is long past due.” (‘Morning Glow’/Stephen Schwartz)

The wind began to whisper something, very clear, but yet I could not make out the exact sentences, or words, but knew, as it fluffed my T-Shirt, found passage up and down the cotton shorts covering my waist and legs, a message was being sent. (No, nothing like ‘Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind,’) but like that movie, a kind of melodic breeze reminding me that CRAZY was spreading, floating, and falling like flakes of snow or rain upon our nation and this world…and to just take shelter would not keep any of us safer from its soon to be downpour! 

“Why won't my hands stop shaking. When all the earth is still. When ancient ghosts are waking.

So many steps need taking. So many plans need making. I think I will. I think I will.”(‘Morning Glow’/Stephen Schwartz). A reporter actually found the backbone to call Trump, a liar to his face. Trump lied his ass off at the G-7 (a ragtag of bullshit leaders of the free world, who somehow are not keeping the world free), his surrogates (or Crime Family, your choice and definition is optional), Trump delights in punishment and torture of those for whom he fears (almost the entire demographic of the world), his mental capacities are rotting inward out, and somewhere deep inside his vacant body is an old school nuclear plant whose core is about to implode, and along with that explosion, and entire democracy will die. It started to drizzle, almost as a whack on the side of my head, telling me to get back under the covers and cuddle with my man. 

And yet…no AND YET, there is still discussion that Trump MAY win the next election, not only because Putin is working hard to make that happen, but some humanoids in this nation are still torn, regarding the skill, and ability Trump possesses…when, in fact, he nothing but smoke and mirrors, shade and shadow, and just plain EVIl!“Oh, morning glow, I'd like to help you grow. We should have started long ago.” (‘Morning Glow’/Stephen Schwartz)

DRILLS

Our Principal called it a Retention Drill. It was an irritating nagging siren, which bleeped three times in a row for at least a minute per repetition. Stopped for about a 10 second period and beeped again. The Retention Drill would require all school attendees if in a classroom to hide under our desks, as well as the teacher (after she made certain her students were tucked neatly into fetal positions) to hide beneath her desk. If the Retention Drill caught you in the hallways of our school, each student was top immediately place their bodies next to the nearest set of meal lockers placing their heads between their legs, with hands covering the eyes and ears. This only lasted a few seconds, now that I look back at it, but until our Principal announced over our “loudspeaker” “This was just a drill we are all safe,” it seemed an eternity wondering when that Mushroom Cloud would appear outside our school’s neighborhood and would we all see Russian Military Troops invading our school! The Retention Drill was the scariest of all drills…back in the day we had Fire Drills, and on Monday morning’s in Pittsburgh exactly at Noon, the Civil Defense Sirens would blare for one minute, throughout the city, and when that happened all students had to sit (no slouching permitted) upright hands folded and await the end of the siren. If it was 12:01, or 12:02 and God forbid 12:03 and the SIRENS  had not sounded their screeching beware voices, some teachers and students were a bit nervous that the Third World War had begun!

Those were the days in the 1950s when the Cold War, sometimes seemed to get a little less chilly and more heated, but America would prevail, and a good “Duck and Cover,” SURELY would save all of our lives. No nuclear bomb would deter our apple pie from baking in the oven…no radiation poisoning would stop a baseball game from playing, and certainly, no mushroom cloud would destroy our white picket fences.

August 27, 2019, and a brand-new year of school has begun for most of the country, and if not this week, then certainly by Labor Day. No need for Retention Drills, nope, if the Atomic Bomb falls...MEH, but instead, the children of America have a more serious kind of drill, one that can and will and does sneak up at any time and any school. Now, our school children/our kids/our grandkids/our relatives/our neighbors/even stranger’s kids and educational staff, have to learn how to survive NOT being slaughtered like animals. Some call it Safe Places, some call it Secure Rooms, but too few identify it the LACK OF WILL BY POLITICIANS TO STOP GUN VIOLENCE AND THE PERIFERATION OF PURCHASING AND OWNING WEAPONS AS HEINOUS AND DANGEROUS AS THOSE USED IN WARFARE! Another School Year approaches, and to date, all we, as a nation are able to provide for our children are thoughts and prayers and how to cram 25 kids into a darkened closet, or some half assess room with minimal locks on the door and maybe only one window. I can not imagine how the first day of school must feel when parents kiss their children goodbye and have to wonder, will they be able to kiss them hello at the end of the day!

Manifesto Bible

Apparently, there is a new, New Testament, one which only a few, mostly men, have the authority to read, which it seems was written originally, as a MANIFESTO (a written statement declaring publicly the intentions, motives, or views of its issuer…a public declaration of intentions, opinions, objectives, or motives, as one issued by a government, sovereign, or organization…a manifesto attempts to represent the intentions, goals, principles, and motives of an individual, group or organization — be it a political party, an artistic movement, a school of thought, or an individual belief system.) Select any of the three definitions, and you will eventually understand, that this New Testament Manifesto Bible, is nothing but a flimflam to disguise insecurities, biases, bigotry, and hatred, purported to come from the HEAVENS above, but in truth found after digging through an ancient mound of burial peat moss!

If one pays close attention to this New Testament Manifesto Bible, ONE might consider the fact that the ASSUMED authors, none other than Jesus Christ, his Jewish Dad, and the bevvy of boys (his Crew…now all saintly and sin-free, also all single at the time mind you), were the original NRA, gun handling slave-owning dudes who knew that the Western Hemisphere was created to be the white man’s nation, and anyone of other than pure white should die.

These New Testament Manifesto Bible authors, so it also seems, deemed women a kind of sport, not necessarily to be hunted down and killed, but rather to be hunted down and raped…and then murdered if in fact they preferred not to have the magic juice of men (sperm) floating freely to find footing in any lady parts where an egg was minding its own business! There are WHITE MEN, in this New Testament Manifesto Bible, and all other living creatures, created for the pleasures, the desires, the capitalistic drives, the financial purposes, the sport and of course the duty of allegiance to and for these WHITE MEN!

The New Testament Manifesto Bible has taken on greater meaning and value in 2019, due to the fact that those silly useless and in the way MORALS and VALUES are becoming less and less of a priority. After all, Jesus never had to say please and thank you! SO, now it seems Rape and Incest were always God’s gift to women. Homosexuality (not yours the kind you either keep in the closet or pay for on any porno site) is cause for either a good noose or just a push from the seventh floor of a building. Brown people must have stolen the reproductive parts from white people, so there is no need for them to have kids or remain a family unit. As a banker, Jesus understood the value of slavery as a great Capitalistic investment. And the New Testament Manifesto Bible does explain, once Jesus died, he renounced hiss Judaism and cursed the remaining Jews, wishing for their deaths no matter how cruel or corrupt! 

Pay attention America, cause there is a not so GOOD BOOK, being read by some not so GOOD PEOPLE, permitting all kinds of BAD things to happen to GOOD PEOPLE.  

MY emails

If you would read my emails, you might imagine I,ME, Gerry Buncher, ALONE, had the power to Impeach Trump/remove #Moscow Mitch/stop any new GOP candidate from even considering running for Congress/mend the environmental mess created by all the newly anointed Corporations which a very activist Right-leaning Supreme Court decided to give birth/and ME, Gerry Buncher, ALONE, could save Planned Parenthood/provide equality to ALL or ANYONE in the spectrum of the LGBTQ Community! And YOU could also lay BLAME on ME, I, Gerry Buncher for NOT, I repeat NOT being a good enough PROGRESSIVE/LIBERAL/DEMOCRAT because somehow I never answered a simple quiz asking me how much I hate Trump/#Moscow Mitch/Little Lite in the Loafers Lindsey/Closeted Pence and the ever so self-loathing and poisonous Stephen Miller. Or that I was RUDE because I did not send Michelle Obama/Barack Obama/Elizabeth Warren/Bernie Sanders birthday cards! If you read the GREAT majority of my emails you might also think that Speaker Pelosi and I were old high school buds. (I am mid-century and so is she, but she is more on the early-mid part), because in the last two months I now receive Dear Gerry (she even spells my name with a G (It is Gerald and my mother insisted that Gerald is Gerry with a G, and Jerome is Jerry with a J…kind of Liza with a Z, but not as Gay)

It seems Speaker Pelosi seems to know me so well that she NOW opens her note (she explains this not an email but a note) with Dear Gerry and finishes with Nancy! (As sally Field once made a fool of herself at the Oscars, once saying, “…you love me, you really love me…” So Nancy and I, and all of the DCCC/DNC/and every other stupid presidential campaign fundraising committee on the Left side of politics have become “PENPALS”, (for anyone who has yet to write with anything but a keyboard, it was a term used to correspond via pen and paper to strangers who one day might become your best friend…again best friend, not something we now know as BBF’s.)

But here is the rub…if you read a portion of my SENT emails to the VERY same PEOPLE or Organizations who ASSUME ME, I, Gerry Buncher CAN, like a superhero save the world from Putin his Oligarchs, his Republican puppets and of course the American Christian Evangelical Taliban, you would notice an almost daily rant of notes, memos, copies of my blog, and dire letters of concern to actually DOTHEIR JOBS to SAVE MY AMERICA.  NONE, let me say that lowly N-O-N-E of these folks has yet to respond to ONE, let me say that slowly not O-N-E have had the professionalism/ common curtesy/wherewithal/or DECENCY to respond to my questions regarding the death of democracy. And the real ANNOYING thing for me is that my BFF, Nancy, who I have written, called (and when you write or call her website makes a BIG deal out of the questions of, are you one of her Constituents or just an American calling the Speaker) or her ASSistants (for whom I as a Tax Payer, pay their salaries) has found the time ONCE, let me say that slowly O-N-C-E responded.  Oh, yeah Trump is still full of shit and unlike Humpty Dumpty is still sitting on some wall in DC or Mar-A-Lago/kids are still in Concentration Camps/Flint Water is still toxic/Betsy DeVos is making money on kidnapping kids/and the Congress is on that ever-important RECESS!  

Mairzy Doats

I know a ditty nutty as a fruitcake Goofy as a goon and silly as a loon Some call it pretty, others call it crazy
But they all sing this tune: Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
Yes! Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you? (Mairzy Doats/Milton Drake/Al Hoffman. A long time ago, when breakfast was a must, before heading to Elementary School, my mother would introduce a few songs, to brighten our day, my younger sister and I, and sitting in a very cluttered kitchen drinking something called milk coffee, eating rye toast, and of course having home-made chocolate cake, would watch and listen as my mother entertained us with some very STRANGE but unique songs. My mother said all of the songs she sang would somehow help us in our education…not certain if that was the case, but MY creative juices were on fire, and to this moment, I remember our tiniest of kitchens, my sister, and my mother as animated as if she was on stage! Maizy Doats was intended to confuse, but the lyricists were sly enough to hide some gems of sarcasm and political insight during the supposedly Happy Days of the 1950s.

Trump wants to trade Puerto Rico for the white people of Greenland, and of course, the possible offshore oil drilling just to make sure the planet dies an earlier death of carbon poisoning. Flint Michigan, after two years, still is not provided with clean and healthy drinking water. Sean Spicer is dancing with the stars, HUCKABEE is now getting paid even more money to lie, Jews who really want to be considered the chosen people must abide by the laws of the self- imposed Chosen One, named Trump. China is giving Trump the middle finger regarding tariff’s Farmers too stupid to worry about the welfare of their livelihood still prefer the bonus of being bigots, the Nazi’s are still good, and writing policy speech for Trump…and a crazy man who once boasted he could stand in the middle of Times Square and shoot anyone he selected, insists he could get away with it…and Nancy Pelosi pretends she cannot convene her House of Representatives from some perfect foil called RECESS, and Chuckie Schumer is able to beg for money to save the world, but won’t take any action to bring back his own delegation of Democrat Senators, of course, because of RECESS!

And low and behold, as if anything but the removal of Trump from office immediately, is of concern…the remaining Dems running for office pretend that a REAL/GENUINE/LEGIT 2020 election will take place. Warren apologizes for not being as native American as she once proclaimed/Biden is a man of a certain age still full of privilege, hoping we overlook his old prejudices. Bernie sputters along, claiming he is really the chosen. MaryAnn Williamson is full of Zen, Kamala is loved than not loved. Gillibrand is flakey and not certain how to really be strong on anything, Amy Klobuchar tries to be heard but if she is not on Rachel Maddow no one is listening. Pete has points but has been relegated to VP status. Cory Booker and Julian Castro are mad a fuck about Immigration, but too few know who they are…Beto should run for Senate…and Tom Steyer is the only one demanding nothing REALLY can get accomplished unless Trump is IMPEACHED!

I hear all this NOISE, and each day we are closer to either destruction/doomsday/or a dictatorship, and the decay of democracy continues…and all I can hear is my mother singing is: Mairzy doats and dozy doats…Hey, Dems you all are not perfect…Trump is beyond imperfect…THIS year please stop cannibalizing yourselves and do something, not for your OWN ego…but for America!

witness nothingness

“…And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take When people run in circles it's a very very Mad world, mad world…”

(Mad World/Roland Orzabal)

Each day, another fabricated perfection, dripping in narcotic and narcissistic ooze, falls out of the tongue of a man unhinged, and understandably deranged and dangerous, and all we do is wonder, can anything else be spoken by this maniac that might be the final sentences, proving his inability to act as Commander-In-Chief, but to remain in the West Wing! The media delights in his ability to remain the dunce, with Talking Heads, describing how this time, the bottom of the barrel has not only been reached but been breached of its poisonous possession. His well-trained Brigade of Flying Morons (oops I mean Monkeys), re-explain the intent of the word which gathers at his tongue, bypassing his teeny tiny brain, and calmer heads, while they still are capable of keeping their heads from imploding, explain that what we heard is not the true intent, just intended to mislead the truth.

From telling us that he loves to kiss women who are currently married, to the fact that most likely he could stand in Times Square and shoot someone and get away with it, to there are Good Nazi’s to explaining the only good Jew is not the one who votes for a Democrat. The GOP/the Christian Evangelical Taliban/ and millions of American so satisfied that the bigotry and hate they are consumed with, consumes Trump, eating away at each and every fiber as to cause a Zombie Plague, love the idea, that Democracy is dying, and a dictatorship is rising in its ashes a Phoenix. And we, who have a soul, or conscience, or morals or values, stew, simmer, sigh and must stand still like those against the wall of a firing squad until anything relating to GOOD, or TRUTH, or FAIR, or EQUAL is shot out of bodies with the kind of shrapnel intended to not only kill but kill with torturous pain and agony.

We no longer count the amount kids held in Concentration Camps, kids unaccounted for, families separated, demographics restricted from free and fair American life, minorities described with racist and bigoted verbiage, hypocritical actions and reactions, but pretend well this IS TRUMP, so whadda’ ya’ expect. A mad man is on the loose, except, we know his whereabouts, but pretend that his immediate danger to this nation and the world can be a wham bam thank you ma’am-ed away with a mere election in 2020. At least all of the remaining Dem candidates do…Chuckie Schumer does, and Nancy Pelosi doesn’t think it’s a BIG ENOUGH problem, YET! We watch, we wait, and then what…Sometimes when I contemplate living in the Time of Trump my head begins to spin as if I was trying to figure out what actually was around before the Big Bang…cause there had to be something, not just nothingness…then I see Trump and I actually CAN witness NOTHINGNESS!

cuckoo

“Never before did I realize that mental illness could have the aspect of power, power. Think of it: perhaps the more insane a man is, the more powerful he could become. Hitler an example. Fair makes the old brain reel, doesn't it?” 
― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

No, you are not the King of the Jews. Because you have a son, named Barron, for whom you have little to no regard, and even less regard as his parent, gives you no right to destroy the lives of thousands of innocent children, whose parents, even with their brown skin, DO love their children. You hide and hide and pretend that if it is hidden, then truth will never be relevant. Insane is kind, you are CRAZY, but we the people who seem to have less and less WE, are paying the price of your insanity, as you continue your CRAZY spending spree. 

You hate as easily as you breathe. You inhale the toxic, and exhale to vile, virus only madmen keep locked inside their lungs, which reside in a body so empty and void, so dark and dangerous that a black hole would be afraid to orbit near you. You are Trump, a noun a verb, a jerk, a fool, and one man who MUST be removed from office and placed in jail. The first sign of freedom will appear as does the crocus in the dawning of spring, when those who have adorned you with devotion decide, their life or death depends upon you removed from office. Spring will arrive, but until then we are all suffering the bleakness of a nuclear winter.

Oh yeah Nancy, and chuck, your talk, talk, talk,  is as much a lump as bull shit, as the pile of shit #Moscow Mitch piles on the Senate floor. But then again you are on a much more important task…RECESS!

wait, wait, too late

QUOTES:

“If you win, you need not have to explain...If you lose, you should not be there to explain!” 

“If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed.” 

“Do not compare yourself to others. If you do so, you are insulting yourself.” 

“I use emotion for the many and reserve reason for the few.” 

“The victor will never be asked if he told the truth. ”

“The receptivity of the masses is very limited, their intelligence is small, but their power of forgetting is enormous. In consequence of these facts, all effective propaganda must be limited to a very few points and must harp on these in slogans until the last member of the public understands what you want him to understand by your slogan.” 

Brief History of Administrative Enforcement of Likely To Become Public Charges:

For several decades, immigration laws and regulations included no exact standard for determining which aliens should be deemed LPC. Instead, enforcement of the LPC exclusion provision relied upon immigration officers’ and consular officials’ subjective discretion and required them to use “prophetic judgment” to determine whether the entrant offered an acceptable risk for the future. As a result, officials applied the provision widely and often inconsistently.

Historic Recurrence:

Historic recurrence is the repetition of similar events in history. The concept of historic recurrence has variously been applied to the overall history of the world, to repetitive patterns in the history of a given polity, and to any two specific events which bear a striking similarity. 

The Quotes are from Adolph Hitler with this addition “Only the Jew knew that by an able and persistent use of propaganda heaven itself can be presented to the people as if it were hell and, vice versa, the most miserable kind of life can be presented as if it were paradise. The Jew knew this and acted accordingly. But the German, or rather his Government, did not have the slightest suspicion of it. During the War, the heaviest of penalties had to be paid for that ignorance. The Likely To Become Public Charges Act was reinstated during the Second World War, by President FDR. Historic Recurrence is an old idea which seemingly the American citizen of today is, like those whose head is in the sand, enjoying to ignore. ALL OF THE ABOVE HAS BEEN SPOKEN BY, USED BY AND ENJOYED BY TRUMP AND HIS MAGA MINIONS AND THE NEW HIERARCHY OF SOCIAL STATUS KNOWN AS REPUBLICAN OLIGARCHS. Be it the Jew, Be it Immigrants, Be it Women’s/Reproductive Rights/Equal Pay/or the mere fact of their Gender/ Be it the LGBTQ Community/Be it the Brown and Black People/Be it the non-Evangelical Christian Taliban…if you remain silent you help create the death of many to most demographic (PEOPLE) and the smothering of OUR Democracy. And Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer play along pretending that following some obscure reason, their members remain on RECESS…and we wait and wait until it becomes too late

my foot steps

“Now I'm not looking for absolution Forgiveness for the things I do But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoes” (‘Walking In My Steps/Martin Gore)

Remember, those young faces from Syria, with shock and awe, (not the BRAVADO type Bush bragged about) but of sheer terror, disbelief, desolation standing alone with bombed buildings blatantly blown to nothing but shattered bricks…remember, the swollen bodies of babies, kids, mothers, fathers, lying on the beaches as if they were seaweed, or the carcass of some anonymous jellyfish belly bloated and dead, left to wither on the sands…remember the lines and lines of kids escaping from their classrooms, all of them and the their teachers with hand held up high as if they might be the bad guy, trying to get to the safety net of school buses or police cars, because no one really knew who held the assault weapons, and no one was certain how many remained dead in the classrooms most likely with their hands held over their eyes or in a position praying to be the next victim of gun violence…remember how thoughts and prayers were accumulated as an answer to the innocent being held hostage to the nightmares of living in a world where no one in power really gave or gives a shit…remember how HORRIFIED we were…and then we moved on.

“Morality would frown upon Decency look down upon The scapegoat fate's made of me, But I promise now, my judge and jurors My intentions couldn't have been purer My case is easy to see” (‘Walking In My Steps/Martin Gore)

Remember, when they were called Detention Centers, but then became Warehouses filled with too many occupants, as if they were the slaughterhouses for cattle pushed and shoved into tiny slots of hit and sludge, and NOW they are nothing but Trump Concentration Camps. Remember when we discovered concrete floors, silver blankets at one time only used by the EMS in emergencies a cover from the shock of trauma,, bedding. Remember when we actually cried a bit knowing kids were sexually harassed, molested , orphaned, and murdered by the American version of the SS/Gestapo, NOW known as ICE and the Border Patrol…(remember wondering how German soldiers pushing and shoving Jews/Gypsies/Catholics and presumed enemies of the state from cattle cars, off the trains, hitting them riffles permitting German Sheppard Guard Dogs to attack the elderly, the sick, the weak…and confused how THESE humans could live with themselves…only to hear later on “we were just following orders.” Remember when the Media, cared enough and the Congress cared enough to keep, this inhuman treatment of HUMANS important and relevant!

“You'll stumble in my footsteps Keep the same appointments I kept If you try walking in my shoes If you try walking in my shoes” (‘Walking In My Steps/Martin Gore)

Blah, blah, blah, debate, debate, debate, talking heads, talking heads, talking heads, RECESS, RECESS, RECESS. Three more attempted mass shootings, lying about universal back ground checks, no priority of immigration reform, no intention upon safe guarding our elections…vote for me, no vote for me…tariffs, but I still believe if trump hates the same people as I do I may go broke but he has my back…Pelosi, pretending it isn’t time for almost about anything, Schumer faking his anger by just pointing his finger, and nothing else…and as I repeat myself…RECESS/RECESS/RECESS. And the Dems are still in the process of eating themselves alive, the GOP is still fearful of a handful of goons who hate democracy, AND Trump’s dementia, psychopathic, narcissistic machinations, and mania remain. We pretend that some outdated protocol that only #Moscow Mitch can convene the Congress back to town and refuse to rebel against his dictatorial lack of deliberation and respect for democracy IS the only reason nothing can change. And the biggest LAUGH within the LOONY BIN we now call America is how so many pretend the 2020 Election will be any different than the invasion by Russia of our 2016 Election!

seeing the same

Provincetown is magic, at least, for me, it is unlike any other village I have lived or loved. I was walking down, Commercial Street, the main hub of life, on my way to my part-time job. An older woman was pushing a tiny shopping cart with one tiny yellow plastic bag, inside an overly large white plastic bag, and she was talking, not necessarily to herself, to passerby’s. She had a torn floral Mumu kind of ill-fitting dress and was wearing one brown sock and one almost white sock. I saw her, she saw me looking at her and thus began a conversation regarding a very prominent and old building The Provincetown Library.  I knew of the building and the history, but all this lady wanted, was to tell me, she was not interested in what I knew, but that I was good enough, as she told me, to listen. I asked if she needed some assistance, but she was already walking away, slowly trying to find someone else for which she could relate the tale of the Library. I became worried for her welfare, and found a Police officer, explaining that this woman was doing no harm, but without shoes, a dirty ill-fitting Mumu and almost talking in circles, perhaps someone might check in on her. The Police officer was honestly caring, but said, oh I saw her yesterday, but since no one mentioned anything, I just let her be. I asked that the Police officer please at least walk over and speak with her. I waited until he did, and then began my way to work, and suddenly, as if I had just done LSD, I began to see Commercial Street, more vividly and noticed the nooks and crannies of a street with which I thought I was very familiar.

And as I perseverated over the lady in the socks, my mind began to wander, and I wondered…Is the current world in which we live, a place where ALL of us look, but we only see what we want? Is it a world full of freedom, but our own inabilities to actually be free stop us from living a full life? And I wondered, did I just suddenly STOP this woman with just socks from her piece of the world, by asking a police officer to intervene…which might mean asking Adult Protective Services to take control of this woman’s life? What did I see, and did I see the same thing as this woman, and whose vision was more correct?

I am anxious, angst-ridden and angry that our nation is still debating on Guns, and the murder and mayhem guns create, and the evil intent some gun owners have in mind. You shoot to kill, and there is a debate…a debate about what, did the person die because a person with a gun murdered them, but they were going to die anyway, someday?  Am I seeing this world differently, is my vision blurred? And if it is not blurred, then why the FUCK is there STILL a debate on gun safety We still debate that guns are weapons of murder, but it’s the person who owns the gun as to whether it a good or bad murderer? Almost, and I say that with caution on celebration, three more mass shootings…I am not seeing the same things as the rest of this nation?

WTF and WHY TF

Purchase Greenland…let’s make everything PLASTIC (almost a scene from The Graduate), 5 or is it 6 liens on buildings he owns, and yet refuses to pay his taxes…blackmails union workers to show up and smile, or don’t get paid for that days work…diplomat’s with wives or husbands of the same-sex married couples ass are the heterosexuals, no more health care for you…if you fought, were wounded in one the many invented wars in the 21^stCentury by selfish ghoulish, greedy Presidents or their Administration and among the many things you happen to be, you of a brown color, you will be sent back to that “dirty shit hole country” you came from…5 bone spurs but never was drafted for Viet Nam, but if you happen to be a Transgender soldier, your time is up, get out of MY army! 

Largest deficits ever to feed his gluttonous goons who are no longer Capitalists but have become Oligarchs…pay for the wealthy to live well, by revoking promises, and destroying Medicaid and Medicare, Social Security, Food Assistance, and Affordable Health Care…Tell our Allies to fuck off, but lays down as a good doggie would for Dictators our STATED ENEMIES who torture, murder and create their own weapons of mass destruction to bring their form of Rapture to America. And speaking of Rapture, has conned and been conned by the faux men and women who love making a buck off of Jesus, and pretends that HE is the anointed one, while thrice-married, still bragging about his tiny weenie hidden under his too-long tie, while the myriad of sexual harassment and rape charges remain over his head like a silent but deadly  fart .

And the Dems pretend that their variety of DEBATES will make a difference. The Dems send out Subpoenas too numerous to mention. The Dem leaders like Chuckie Schumer or silent or Nancy Pelosi is NOT quite ready for any decision. The Russian Hackers of ready once again to call the 2020 election for Trump. The Talking Heads talk, talk, talk! Media outlets permit Bigots, Racists to continue to spew garbage and lies as if in the case of trump there is a right or wrong in any moral, ethical or democratic action he takes. And we pretend this time will be different.

For me, you vote for a Democrat Congress in a vast majority, vote for whomever the Dem candidate might be, because, this MIGHT be the last time many of us keep the right to vote. You urge those who are so stupid as to think their vote does not count, or too lazy to make a change in their life. And you remember, we have Concentration Camps in America, ICE Agents acting like the SS grabbing people off the street almost asking them to let me see your papers…and thousands of kids (imagine if they were yours) are either orphaned, always traumatized, sexually abused, and scared shitless that they may never see their parents again.

never can say goodbye

It was back in the days when, we hadn’t, yet experienced shoe bombers, liquid bottles filled with explosive devices, or the kid of metal detectors we were used to viewing on SCI-FI TV, (which actually could send X-Rays inside our clothing) to see if we had something dangerous, or nefarious. They were not the good old days, because if we are honest, any day can be good, and the very next day might or may bring danger, delusion or delight. But back before the FRIGHT of the Boggy Man lurking at the airport, or actually purchasing a seat, with knife cutters and any other harmful and murderous items or intentions; ONE could actually walk their family or friends to the gate at the airport, kiss and hug, wave goodbye and watch as the plane finally ascended in the skies above. I was living in Houston, taking turns visiting my kids in Pittsburgh or having them come down south. It had been 10 days of bliss, sharing time with my kids, and we all saw how wonderful a Jewish community could be, and my being Gay mattered very little. 

The goodbyes were always the worst part of the trip, and even as I write this, the lump in my throat is so huge, I am having a hard time inhaling, and I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Not to be trite, but in actuality, “…it was the best of times and the worst of times…” My little girl, my baby, (even when she turns 100, she will be my baby), wanted two packs of gum to take on the plane, to help her when the pressure of the flight made her head seem ready to burst. Her big brother who pretended to be stoic promised he would help his sister, but maybe he too could use a pack of gum. We were at the gate, the Flight Attendants (back them all females and they were Stewardess’s…thank God that changed), were empathetic and saw how hard it was for me to hide my tears.

My children, (the loves of my life, my everything) were going back to Pittsburgh and I felt the deep hole of loneliness, self-loathing because I still thought the Gay in me made this happen, and all I could do is stand there and wave. Both kids tried their best not to let their father see any sadness, brave and loving kids. The doors were about to shut, and I placed my hands in my pants pocket, a gesture I used to perform at any airport from which I had to say goodbye to my kids and DAMN IT, hiding in plain sight, in my pockets were the three packs of chewing gum. Oh my God, my little baby girl and her big brother, wanted this, NEEDED this. I ran to the Gate Attendant, tears flowing, holding the three packs of chewing gum, and all I could get out of the blubbering verbiage dripping like rain from a broken gutter was PLEASE, my kids really want this. The gate attendant looked at me, handed me a tissue, and said, I can break the rules this one time. She escorted me on the plane, my son was buckling up my daughter, he was taking charge, and both kids smiled with delight (sadly thinking I was to join them), and I handed them the packs of chewing gum. They kissed me I kissed them, the Gate Attendant, kissed my kids, hugged me and when we both were off the plane pulled out a box of Kleenex, and for the next however many minutes, we both stood at the gate and cried! 

Congress is still on RECESS, Nancy and Chuck talk a big game, but have scored zero points. Kids are still in Concentration Camps, but the 24 candidates still in Iowa or wherever the fuck they think they need to go to win votes, and kids have been separated from their mother's fathers and family. Epstein supposedly committed suicide (Vlad is so good at making death seem so natural) Congress is still on RECESS. I do have some idea of missing your children, thank goodness as evil and intentional as the Trump Crime Team had created…and CONGRESS IS STILL ON RECESS! Oh dear God!

the "Mitches"

It was the 60’s, and we were young…we meaning my sisters and I and the ways of the world were either described by my father a policeman or Walter Cronkite on CBS, KDKA TV Channel Two in Pittsburgh. We understood the local environment via my father reporting on the crime and or lack of in our own neighborhood, and we all listened intently as Walter Cronkite explained the ways of the world, from the Cuban Barricade, Cuban Missile Crisis to the assassinations of JFK and MLK. If we wanted the truth about the world, it was Walter Cronkite, and the news of Pittsburgh was my father, a Sergeant of Police in Squirrel Hill. But more than that in the early 60’s life was no more than our particular street, and the gossip spread by the kids living on our street, who seemed to know more than of our parents.  But back in the day, my mother would complain, too often, now that I reminisce, about having something called the “MITCHIES.” It was a made-up word, that when translated into Buncher language meant she was anxious or nervous…but we were young and did not really want to know that our mother might be suffering from any kind ailment, mental or physical.

The “MITCHIES”, my siblings and I later came to describe as a nervous feeling in your gut, the kind that causes the proverbial “butterflies in the stomach,” which can be a good thing, like the anticipation of a vacation or a gift, or a bad thing such as sensing doom and gloom. As I reflect back to the “old school” days, most of my mother’s “MITCHIES,” were caused by depression, and a sense that tomorrow may not be any better than today. My mother hopefully is with her family in place somewhere in the universe, where no “MITCHIES” are permitted.

Trump/Barr/#Moscow Mitch and the entire enabling Republican Party, and recently the Dems who are till ON RECESS, (as if nothing fucking up this nation is taking place), have given me my mother’s “MITCHIES.” I am depressed, anxious, full of angst and anger. None of the Third Reich and the dictatorship of Trump should be happening, but with little push back, here we are in the days of doom!

The “MITCHIES,”  as I stated earlier can be the prelude of something good…most of the time not…what bothers me most, among the dozen of Trump  Crimes committed and enabled by the MAGA/GOP…is the idea that orphaned kids, kids in Concentration Camps, kids in Betsy DeVos Adoption Agencies, must be consumed with the negative side of the “MITCHIES.” Will, they ever see an end to sexual harassment, separation…and how will the images of their parents arrested and dragged away be erased.  Fuck the GOP, and honest to God, FUCK Pelosi, Schumer and the Dems who are still on RECESS, as if they must obey some kind of law, while kids and families of brown skin suffer dire consequences… Oh yeah, I have emailed Pelosi five times, you think I have heard back…but she knows how to send me emails telling me that my $5 is going to save the 2020 elections! The last email I received actually was signed, thank you, Nancy!

time to remember

The first time I remember the magic quarter trick, I think I had been about four or five years old, but I am certain prior to my memories kicking in, My Grandpa Buncher, had played this simple game, early on. It is the magical give me your ear and wham bam, thank you ma’am a quarter appeared and gosh almighty, how the heck did that happen. My Grandpa Buncher would smile, his grin as wide as his face and almost as large as his ears (The Buncher men, in particular, were prone to grow long large ears, especially as they aged). My Buncher Grandparents, home was not a cozy Grandma/Grandpa habitat at all. There was the plastic on the furniture, so stiff as to first cause third-degree burns on any unclothed body part which might have managed to slide on or off the furniture too swiftly, and tables next to the furniture which held priceless knickknack’s made of some very expensive glass. Instructions at the doorway, prior to entering the Buncher Grandparent’s home from my mother in particular were, try to plop down, so nothing hurts, and NEVER, EVER touch anything on the tables, no matter what! It was not hell (as I assumed hell must have been back in my early days, but it was torturous. My Grandma Buncher (actually born in Pittsburgh PA), was loving, but stern. Her special treat was taking a seltzer bottle, asking us which of two flavors, (root beer, or orange) we liked, and she mixed this elixir into what we in Pittsburgh called “pop”, in the real world it is referred to as soda!

As we grew older, the quarter trick grew old, and both my sister and I were instructed to pretend it was magic, and we did the best we could not to give one another that certain sibling looks, to make sure WE both knew this was ridiculous. My Grandpa Buncher was not one to be fooled. He had opened a Tailor Shop in a neighborhood in Pittsburgh at the time which did not prefer Jewish residents, it was called Shadyside. MY Grandpa Buncher was a talented man, and a stubborn guy and he would recant stories of leaving his homeland Ukraine, due to the complete absence of freedom and equality back in the day.

For my Grandpa Buncher, coming to America was not just the quest for his personal freedom, but for his future generations. (Of course coming from a Jewish Family, I was the only Grandson keeping the Buncher name alive, so not only was I king, but I was the result of the pain and suffering for my Grandfather to make it to America. Finally, my younger sister and I reached the age, when even my Grandfather understood, that the quarter trick was lame. So, perhaps at age 7, a new tradition began. As we would leave the house, my sister would kiss my grandparent's goodbye, and my grandfather would give her a silver dollar. I would kiss him goodbye (which he informed me a handshake would take place once I turned 13), and he said place out your hands. I would obey and he would place a quarter in one hand and a silver dollar in another. He told me, the quarter is small, but it will remind you where you came from, the silver dollar is larger and worth more, it will lead you to your future. As we would leave the house my Grandpa Buncher would add, we all must begin somewhere and use that tiny sliver of long ago to lead us to tomorrow.

How I wish, the children in Concentration Camp, the children who have witnessed their parents ripped from their arms, the children placed in adoption even though their biological parents are still alive, the children of Flint whose government let them down because they were poor or black, the children in West Virginia/Kentucky whose rivers are fouled by coal ash, and ho the Trump children from Barron to Donald Junior, could have met MY Grandpa Buncher, and learned a way of life and the truth about living. 

Make them hear you

“Go out and tell our story Let it echo far and wide Make them hear you Make them hear you. How justice was our battle And how justice was denied. Make them hear you Make them hear you!”(Make Them Hear You/Stephan Flaherty/Ragtime).

Still, on RECESS, each political party using the excuse that if only the other party would compromise, RECESS could end, and the business of the people instead of the sleazy backroom deals by the Lobbyists, could commence. More funerals, more blame on anything but guns, those who see guns as salvation, those whose intent is to use a gun to settle an insecure inferiority complex, and those politicians more concerned about the safety of their taxpayer socialist paid jobs! Still on RECESS, because common sense is not so common and has been replaced with common-NONSENSE! Children witness their parents grabbed and gobbled up by the goons of ICE and the Border Patrol (most likely providing Himmler with a giant smile as he rots in Hell. Orphaned, abandoned, placed in for-profit adoption centers run by the Betsy DeVos, asked to defend themselves in court beginning at the age of three, kids of pigmentation of the various hues of Brown, are treated as if someone had a nasty bit of dog shit on their shoes! BUT RECESS, it is SO NECESSARY (no longer used for caring politicians to be in touch with their constituents, but to make certain that the Dark Money/the Dirty Money/Money from Deceit is quietly handed out and placed in hidden bank accounts.

And now we have a Confederate State revisionist/White Supremacist, Ken Cuccinelli, providing us with the “South Shall Rise Again poem, shredded from the words of Emma Lazarus and replaced with hate, loathing, and lies! Jeffrey Epstein is dead, and before he was murdered, he told anyone who listened that he had lots of names, lists of names he actually said, of other powerful people sharing his interests in having sex with young girls and trafficking of human lives. But, not to worry, it was two sleeping guards and a dim-witted Prison Warden who are to blame. But we still have RECESS. Nothing more important than placing the “GONE FISHING” sign in the windows of the Capitol Building. High school kids and a bunch of hackers for hire were able to find the magic rings of 50 states voting machines, 24 candidates are still running for the office of president as if the 2020 election will not be rigged, and Trump’s lies go on to infinity, subpoenas ignored, and millions of MY taxpayer money spent to aid the Trump Family and the Trump Businesses…But RECESS, God Bless RECESS!

The Jabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird and shun the frumious Bandersnatch!” "Jabberwocky" is a nonsense poem written by Lewis Carroll about the killing of a creature named "the Jabberwock". It was included in his 1871 novel Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There, the sequel to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

Indeed, as well as being a fine piece of imaginative literature, ‘Jabberwocky’ also demonstrates a central principle of language: what linguists call productivity or open-endedness, namely the phenomenon whereby users of a language can endlessly create new words or phrases.

“Lock her up”/”lyin’”/”cheatin”/”send her back”/”Make America Great Again”/”invaders”/ a cacophony of creative invented wanna be truths, spoken from the mouth of one very narcissist  man in the attempt to dirty the reputation of perceived enemies, but truly intended to shout out to the world, that he, Donald Trump was indeed talking about himself. The deranged demigod, trying to deflect his own guilt, reflects proudly upon other people, all of his own misdeeds. Very psychopathic personalities want you to know EXACTLY how smart they can be, and just how devious…if you are suffering from a mental disorder such as Trump, who lacks empathy for others, but immerses himself with praise, there is no end to the lies spread, like a virus to the weak and stupid. Trump is patient zero, he is the Jabberwock, but instead of a brave soul, as in Lewis Carroll’s brilliant poem, out to kill the Jabberwock, Trump is the monster out to kill the rules, the regulation, the common law, and few remaining decencies remaining in our Democracy.

And now, we have the monsters of the White House Swamp, the bribed and blackmailed bad guys and girls, the purveyors of pay to pray, and the FOOLS of FOX, telling us “Twas brillig” in the prison in which Jeffrey Epstein was held, but the only “slithy tove”, was some “appalling” mistake (quote William Barr), and ONLY Jeffrey Epstein “Did gyre and gimble,” and commit suicide…all by himself. EXCEPT, and anyone who has paid attention to anything Trump has bragged about, EXCEPT, now along with the Trump Crime Family and Friends, Trump is blaming others for Epstein’s suicide. My guess is that, like everything else Trumps says about his foes, is just an admittance of Trump's own DEEDS! But of course we will debate and debate, and as we do this newest shit show, and we will lose our attention, regarding Concentration Camp in America, Mass Murder, by American Terrorists, and of course, the fact that guns don’t kill, but Violent Video Games are the real weapon of death! ‘The Jabberwocky’ by Lewis Carroll is a strange barrage of words, Trump's words are just strangely used to barrage us with confusion!

a story about kids

I had decided that being a Gay man in Pittsburgh, when I finally admitted, to myself (in the ’80s)  a truth I must have always known but refused to let out of its triple-locked cell and moved to Houston; left me feeling shameful and uncomfortable in my hometown. I had my young children, was still their dad, but internally I still felt ashamed, and back in the day, guilty, thinking maybe this homosexuality thing was not natural. As I grew into my OWN reality, I realized it was nature, and as with any of the varied cognitive, intuitive, intellectual or artistic positive traits, my sexuality, WAS all perfectly packed into that egg and sperm which met somewhere in January 1949, on a cold wintry day. Nine months later Gerry Buncher arrived, as common and unique a human, from those which whom I felt I had to hide. But I did feel the need to do the guilty dad routine and spoil my kids a best I might!

The above is a prelude to a short scene, a true and as I still reflect back in time, a frightening happenstance, all taking place in Disney World Orlando. I hate roller coasters, my kids did not, so reluctantly I agreed to try Splash Mountain. Back in the day before Speed Passes, we waited in line. It was hot, hot and humid and the line long enough that my two kids and I were stuck in the no shade section of the winding Disney style lines. Of course, I tried everything in the world to be the best dad, never really listening to my kids, who ALWAYS then and now, told me and tell me they loved and love me.

My daughter looked hot and seemed sweaty, I was worried! There was an Italian Ice huckster two feet away, the line had not been moving for at least 10 minutes…what to do… I turned to my son always a law abider and a protector and instructed him to hold his sisters hand no matter what and I would be back in a few seconds. Tough choice for me, but I felt my daughter was too dehydrated and my son could use some liquid also. My son was not too certain about me leaving them, but I assured him (even though I was scared, it would so fast no one would know I was gone. I found the Italian Iceman, in what I thought was a few seconds, and within that time the line moved. I turned and suddenly sickened I saw no kids. I started screaming their names like a mad man, my heart in my gut, my gut ready to fall out of the body and my head throbbing. I was certain someone kidnapped my kids. And then this very tall man who was standing in front of us heard me waved his hands and was standing with my kids. I got a lecture from my son, but he also informed me he thought it best to move along with the line, my daughter was scared, but the Italian Ice changed her demeanor, and I held my kid's hands, kissed them both…I was so relieved, that even though Splash Mountain was a roller coaster, I could have given one shit…I had my kids! 

Lots of points to this story, lot of discussion moment and moments of reflection, but that one time when I thought I had lost my children sent such horrible emotional chills up and down my entire body…I HAVE to think about how the PARENTS of kids ripped from their arms, PARENTS collected like garbage bag by ICE as their kids are left behind, and PARENTS having to attend funerals because #Moscow Mitch, the GOP and now Trump refuses any kind of gun control laws. I do not understand how the DEMS have not been fighting harder and harder to get Congress back to work, and how ANY American Parent has not been so outraged witnessing these inhumane actions by an insane man named Trump!

The New America

One more, in the myriad of things that make you go WTF…suddenly William Barr, the private attorney for Trump, (his title is Attorney General, but he has yet to do the people’s work) is “APPALLED,” so he claims with much dramatics in his tone ,(he is hopeful his lie is believable) that Jeffrey Epstein was able to commit suicide, in a Federal Prison under highly guarded circumstances…yet for some reason as soon as Epstein was taken off of suicide watch…Epstein supposedly committed suicide (the Russian word for suicide is SAMOUBIYSTVO). How does that Beatles song go “…with a little help from my friends…!

Once the Hillary’d slogan began and the Trump Tweet Tantrums began, and now William Barr’s being APPALLED…I immediately began thinking everything, Russian. The ease at which Vlad Putin places those he is afraid of six feet under, how Vlad tries to cover up his illegal activities, and how Vlad so far has bought and paid for the Executive Branch of our Government and the Republican Party of Congress…my mind wanders over to a book I read many years ago, and sadly found even more connection between Special Compromised Agent Trump and the suicide of his pedophile pal Jeffrey Epstein!

Alienation is the primary theme of Crime and Punishment. At first, Raskolnikov's pride separates him from society. He sees himself as superior to all other people and so cannot relate to anyone. Within his personal philosophy, he sees other people as tools and uses them for his own ends. (Crime and Punishment/Fyodor Dostoyevsky). So Jeffrey Epstein commits various crimes, he and his pals the boys made from billions and the wannabe billionaires boys play with little girls… they all feel superior and the law is for chumps. But secrets must be kept, and Vlad and Trump and I might now imagine Barr, know the best way to keep a secret dead, kill the man who knows the facts! The New America, if you will…

HILLARY'D

So some Trump jerk, named Patton decided that even though she is on MY Payroll as a taxpayer, she would begin the DEFLECT Game, Trump and his army of MAGA/FOX/American Taliban/#Moscow Mitch will present to the American public, the same fools who kept on chanting “lock her up/and her emails,” of course ignoring any rules or regulations set in place to prevent current Civil Servants from politicizing from their Federal jobs. It’s now called Hillary’d, and by God, by gosh, as Sarah Palin once said, “you betcha”, that chant will become the new slaughterhouse call as we watch American Democracy die.

Anyone with brains, BY NOW should understand that when Trump is actually guilty of anything he first accuses other of committing the same deed. So Epstein died in jail by suicide…you just gotta wonder…because with his death, (unless someone was much smarter than Vladimir Putin and his scientists who invent new and more serious methods of death, to receive details from Epstein regarding his and his high roller friends interest in young girls to rape), we have little to go on regarding Trump’s involvement (NOW here is where I could give one shit about Bill Clinton’s involvement because for all of you who despise any Clinton…Bill is not the president, Hillary is not the president…but Trump sits in the Oval Office)…so WE THE PEOPLE, need to concentrate on TRUMP. 

As a reminder, take a peek back in time in the current two years, and read about ALL of Putin’s enemies suddenly and often times weirdly dying! You think Putin is gonna give up on his own puppet Trump when he has such a good con going…so I THINK, and you know you do too, that Epstein’s death may have looked like a suicide, but betcha’, it wasn’t. But I am certain, because, the Media loves good ratings rather good TRUTH, we will now have the DEBATE OF THE TALKING HEADS  deciding if Epstein was Hillary’d or not. Vlad is a mobster, Trump is a Mobster, #Moscow Mitch is a Mobster…Mobsters know how to place cement on bodies and drop them in the river or have them seemingly able to commit suicide in jail! 

in recess, still

I had to turn off the TV, as fast as I could, when there was a clip of a young brown-skinned girl, speaking Spanish, with English subtitles, crying, standing by herself, telling the camera (always need some good footage), that her father is not a criminal why are they taking him away from her. I imagined my kids, as young as this little girl, watching someone arrest me, rough me up, and place me in a van. I imagined my kids watching as the ICE Agents, or the fuckling Border Patrol, all members of Trump’s SS/Gestapo, pleased as punch to be King of the Hill, because their own miserable lives SUCKED. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO FOLLOW ORDERS IF YOU HAVE A CONSCIENCE!

Then I wondered, what Prince and Princess Kushner’s kids would feel as Mom and Dad are finally carted off to a penitentiary for their treasonous crimes against America. I wondered if Jared and Ivanka even gave thought as to the kind of trauma their offspring would suffer watching their removal in front of their children! Then I realized that both the Prince and Princess have grown up in households where crime and strong-arming people is just a natural day in life!

AND WE STILL HAVE CONGRESSIONAL RECESS…kids in Concentration Camps…recess…lead poisoning in Flint…recess…kids placed in the for-profit adoption homes owned by the DeVos Family…recess, kids tortured/sexually harassed…recess…kids not accounted for, just out THERE…recess! And the Dem candidates are still running around the country telling us what they will do if elected…Pelosi begs the Trump to call back Congress…Chuckie Schumer remains invisible…Talking Heads appalled…Oh yeah, and Wal-Mart stops the sales of video games, AS FUCKING IF, no more lives will be ruined by guns…and Congress is on RECESS!