Author Archives: The Head Seminarian

Only Time Can Write A Song

I swear, it’s like half the civilized world knows the planet is falling apart, and the other 50 percent is oblivious, doesn’t care, or wouldn’t know what to do with that information if they had it.

I have an old, brilliant friend who I have known for nearly three decades. He nearly drank himself to death while we were in our twenties, and has since turned his life around and is a family man with a wife (who is as crazy as he likes ’em) and five chihuahuas. We were “punks” back in the nineties I guess, but I think it was our self destructive tendencies more than it was the injustices of the world that bonded the coterie that my brilliant friend was the head of. So we got down to The Dead Kennedys and The Clash, but our anger was an abstract. I was having a hard time establishing my own identity in those days-everyone who got near my friend got something out of being in his orbit. Even at his worst, when he was at his most pathetically drunk and incoherent, he drew us like the proverbial moth to the flame.

So as far as personal politics went in those days, I could not decide who was right about the human species-were we a group of cooperative apes who assisted and supported each other mutually, or were we a hierarchy where individuals flourished and were rightfully elevated above others by the strength of will, an idea, or an ability to gather capital? Left or right? Who were we at core? I careened between The Communist Manifesto and Atlas Shrugged as time went by. I was into some zero-sum shit for a while there. I switched from shirts to skins and back several times before I arrived at where I am now, which is to the left of Phil Ochs (kidding, of course). And at 48, I can safely say there I will stay.

My friend? I am sad to report the dark side has claimed him. I suppose I should not be surprised, because he had a distinctive, uncommon intellect that could easily look down upon a great deal of people with its raw power. I think that’s why he hewed right so hard, because his story is very bootstrappish in that he overcame odds to be where he is now and perhaps feels that anyone can do the same. I don’t know if it’s that simple, but that’s a bedrock theme for conservatives. They often fail to remember is how much help they got on the way up and the thing to do is pay that shit forward to the next soul who needs a hand.

Anyway, while I was on my latest Facebook jag, I drew his ire by mocking Marsha Blackburn and how she has her head in the sand as to how bad things are getting on our blue marble. I offhandedly referenced that the Doomsday Clock was at 100 seconds to midnight, a closeness to doom as we have ever been as far as the Atomic Scientists were concerned.

He hoped that I wasn’t taking their concerns as “science”. I replied of course I wasn’t, but that didn’t invalidate the points the group were making about things like nuclear war and climate change. We went back and forth and he said something startling to me; that the end of humanity will occur in a flash and no one will be able to do anything about it.

I guess that’s cold comfort in a world of uncertainty, but the truth of the matter, as you and I know, is the end of humanity is being hastened by processes in motion RIGHT NOW and if we don’t repent, we are going to end in that flash my friend mentioned.

But make no mistake, our destruction has been on slow boil for a while now; we are only recently getting smart enough now to be dimly aware of what we have really done to the planet. And perhaps that’s one reason why that clock keeps edging close to midnight because the news is bad, worse than we ever dreamed. And I am fully aware that the earth will shrug our species off and in a few million years sentient roaches will take our place-but the point is to preserve the planet for our crew for as long as possible.

The other reason the scientists worry is because of the proliferation of nuclear weaponry. Let’s see…we’ve got Pakistan and India getting hot about Kashmir, our wetbrained American president pulled us out of the Iran nonproliferation deal and in retaliation they have begun to enrich nuclear fuel to more refined levels, and now I see we’re gaming out nuclear scenarios that will not result in MAD. Yeah, right. I’ve long suspected the U.S. is also gaming out getting away with a first strike unanswered, but a limited exchange like the ones described in the article seems unlikely. I don’t think there is such a thing. It’s like that old movie from the 80s said: the name of the game is Global Thermonuclear War. There’s no other options-everybody dies in every scenario, unless perhaps we sit down and play some chess if we have a hankering for a contest.

The easy route is to do nothing and let our destructive ways claim us. But I believe we have a choice still. There’s so much work to do towards that. We don’t let the rope go slack because of a hard tug. We have to stop the brinksmanship now. Because that clock, however unscientific it is, is fucking ticking and we need to confront the existential challenges this species is faced with while we still have a minute and change left.

Avoid Addictive Plea

It was time for me to ditch another persistent addiction.

Yesterday, without a word, I deactivated Facebook for the third and hopefully final time.

Addicts: you know how you kick something, and then you relapse and it’s like a hundred times worse than last time?

That’s kind of how my last Facebook jaunt went. I was only back for a few weeks and I literally could not get out of this chair because I kept getting notifications.

Laundry piled.

Bathrooms were gross.

Gym? Nope. Couldn’t miss a notification. Always had an excuse. Maybe next Monday.

Self-care? Just barely.

And lots of other minor things, just things that need doing when you are the housekeeper and a disabled 48 year old man with responsibilities to yourself and your family.

I knew what all of this meant: Facebook was causing depression when I wasn’t on it. And I kept Facebooking to stave it off. Sure, you can’t snort, smoke, or shoot Facebook, but that right there is a textbook definition for maintenance of an addiction.

So, upon the suggestion of my wife, I shut it the fuck down with prejudice, not even a goodbye post. I handled it like I had picked up something hot and I needed to drop it quickly. I didn’t think there was any way to cut down on my Facebook time. I was a junkie, and I suspected Facebook was going to be one of those drugs that I was not going to be able to step down from.

Cold turkey is tough too. Because I’m going to miss my political allies. Fellow atheists. Family. Old friends. New friends. I will miss all of the music groups I was in that steered me to fascinating bands and outfits. I can’t share my wife’s online life. My mouse lingers over that big blue F on my homepage and I accidentally click it still out of habit. I know I have twenty or thirty messages already since leaving. But Facebook will consume me if I go back.

I don’t know what it is about Facebook in particular that causes this. Maybe you do (here’s some scholarly stuff on it). Because I’m an active Twitter user, and I don’t feel the same addiction potential that I know exists for Big Eff. There is a quest for followers that could cause some issues, but mostly I enjoy reading it because I get to rub elbows with famous and smart people and folks who used to blog back when doing what I’m doing right now was hot shit. Twitter is very sparse, with its limits on how much you can say and how correct you have to come-you will find out what kind of an idiot you are very fast if you say the right thing the wrong way and vice versa. But the bottom line is it’s easy to get up from.

For now.

I’m not well known enough on Twitter that I get a response, a like, a retweet or a follower note every minute. So perhaps Twitter may in due time become as bad a drug as Facebook, but for now I’m just chipping. And that’s far, far better than the dope I was into yesterday.

On The Other Side

Well, that charade was exhausting, wasn’t it?

I’m glad it’s all over. Really, hoping something was going to break our way when all signs pointed to shitsville was tiring in itself. Weeks of masturbatory journalism about which way the trial was going to go made me numb. I should have tuned all of it out, but history was happening.

Listen. If we really thought for a minute that Mitch McConnell, a Majority Leader who had the sheer nerve to deny a sitting President a Supreme Court pick was going to let his partner-in-crime president swing for abuse of power then we’re not as bright as we think we are. As he did in the past, he kept his Republicans together-this time, just long enough to get Trump off the hook for putting Ukraine on one. If it had to go on any longer, maybe things might have been different. But it couldn’t, because no substance-no evidence, not a damn document whatsoever was allowed to be considered in the trial. It was a colossal waste of the American peoples’ time and an atrocious use of the Senate’s power to try impeachments. It had to collapse from its own emptiness.

You’ll also recall that McConnell nuked the Supreme Court rules to enable an alleged rapist to sit on the SCOTUS just to get a 5-4 conservative majority for at least the next 20 years. Remember also how his accusers were simply ignored by Judiciary.

Then think back at how Bill Barr strangled the Mueller report in its crib. We thought that was going to be the end of the Trump misadministration too. Once again, the right crooked people positioned at the right chokepoints ensured that Trump would not be scrutinized.

We the hopeful are the proverbial Charlie Brown, and the Republicans keep pulling the football away. We forget what a cunt Lucy is.

I’m done with thinking the system will burn out an infection. In the words of George Carlin: fuck hope.

It’s all so hard to believe sometimes, because of what a nitwit Trump is. We keep expecting him to trip over his red power tie hard enough and break the law so egregiously that no one can save him. But that event has not materialized and the bar is now pretty fucking high for the rest of this term. I mean, the Ukraine story was fucking airtight. He totally did it and got away with it (with OJ’s defense lawyer!), thanks to a jury who couldn’t accept their solemn duty to try the President. Party over all. It’s the Republican way.

The system and the people currently running the system are rotten to the core. The check is gone. The balance has tipped wildly in the executive’s favor. And no pollyanna reasoning is going to remove that fact. When it was certain that McConnell had the votes to block witnesses, this is what Trump tweeted:

Go fuck yourselves, America! Now watch this drive.

With that tweet in mind, there is a silver lining in all of this, one I return to; people are tired of Trump’s act. It’s boring, annoying, and everyone is starting to wonder if all he does is tweet, hold rallies for his trash people, and golf. And they are pretty pissed about all the shenanigans I’ve listed above and then some. As far as the impeachment goes, a majority of Americans wanted to see an actual trial with witnesses and evidence. I think people have been watching while the Republicans helped the rich help themselves to a nice tax cut while putting things like Obamacare on life support. They see that it’s the Republican led Senate that is refusing to do its job and vote on legislation. Sure, plenty of Americans are still in the Fox/hate radio bubble but I think there’s more woke people than not, especially since our young folks are coming to the polls and they are not into MAGA as a generation. Flooding the zone with hot garbage and screaming fake news all the time has provided diminishing returns.

There’s still eight months for more people to see that Republicans are bad for them. We may not have retired Donald Trump via impeachment, but the scandals and the incessant bad news will not stop. I think Mitch and the rest of the GOP knows they’re about to become a minority party and they are just destroying assets, fucking shit up as they retreat. But that’s the point. They know Trump’s a turd. It doesn’t matter to them; they are doing exactly what they came to do- monkeywrench the state and stop it from functioning. In this sense, Mitch McConnell is the most successful, most consequential party leader of our times.

Republicans probably aren’t going to be able to hack the vote enough to stop the massive blue wave that is coming to drown them in November. That’s the only hope I can’t fuck. Because voting is the last remedy of the American people. We don’t have a great track record, having invited this fucking incubus upon Lady Liberty in the first place. So, to my fellow lefties I say: let’s get active. Register. Get out that vote. Talk to your friends on the fence. We have the numbers (and that is a fact), we just have to show up. We cannot afford another four years of Trump undoing all the progress made under Obama. Shit, under any administration who offered something to the people instead of taking it away.

If you don’t recognize America now, wait until Trump 2.0 grabs its pussy.

Japanese Pink Film Star Singing

There.

That’ll do for a title until I think of something else. It’s what I’m currently listening to, and besides, you weirdos only come see me for my dirt on Nancy Reagan anyway. If you are interested, the album is actually really good, even if it didn’t have her moaning over every song (she sings but there is a moan layer over everything). There is one BDSM track. The music? It’s like what would happen if Quentin Tarantino scored a James Bond film. The artist/actress is Reiko Ike, and she came to me by way of purchasing a used copy of Ween’s swan song, La Cucaracha (which is a pretty good album and you can fuck right off if you don’t think so). Reiko was tucked away in the fold. Ween fans know what’s up.

There aren’t whole lot of photos of Reiko with clothes on, so I’ll offer up the album cover and hope that social media doesn’t notice.

Now that I’ve opened with that, I’m feeling a bit gauche now because I wanted to talk about how seemingly fucked up it was to wait nine days to tell the public that US servicemen and women were casualties when the airbases were attacked in the Iranian response for whacking Soleimani.

This kind of hiding casualties is unprecedented to me. Every time a soldier was wounded or fell in Iraq it was recorded and reported. And that war, I don’t have to tell you, was soaked in blood on the regular.

Now in one way, this looks like classic Trump, to run away from a decision that has any real gravity. Because had he had to break the news that our people were hurt by Iranian missiles, we would have to respond inside Iran.

War. Maybe World War 3.

So he did what he knew best to do. He lied. “All is well.” “So far so good.”

Nine days later, we report hurt soldiers. What the fuck? I’m sorry, it never takes that long to count casualties, much less report them.

But damn, I mean he got the Pentagon, the DOD, the Chiefs, everyone to stand down and let the reporting lapse.

How???

It’s entirely possible that anyone in office may have delayed the news of the injured soldiers because actually attacking Iran itself is one hell’s bell we truly can’t unring, one that could possibly begin or end with a nuclear bomb exchange and everyone who could conceivably deploy that weaponry knows it. So there was simply no tat for Iran’s tit that made any existential sense; even a boob like Trump must know this on some base level, and if he didn’t someone responsible made sure he couldn’t do something rash.

So we waited until the heat of the moment passed to release the assessment. Perhaps that was the right thing to do in a moment that could have decided humanity’s fate. Thank god no one died. It would have been on like Donkey Kong if we had to give a name to the American public.

And to that effect, Iran did its best to bruise us instead of burn us. They too know how far they can run up to the line before it’s too late to turn back.

Blink If You Understand

So! We are still here.

For now.

I bet you’re all pining for fucking 2019 about now. Someone has got to bring this year to heel already.

On January 3rd, Donald Trump nearly started World War Three by extrajudiciously and egregiously assassinating a venerated Iranian general who had nothing at all to do with the US embassy attack in Iraq. Last night, Iran responded by launching missile attacks on two of our bases in Iraq. There is no official report of casualties as I write this. It’s 8:45AM the following morning.

As we watched our TVs last night to see if we needed to start praying, we longed for a leader to make a speech, something to make us feel more secure that things we going to be OK, one way or another. At least I did. I’m not a follower per se, but I feel there should be people who know how to tend others besides themselves in any group.

Of course, all we got was this inane tweet telling us shit we already knew because we use the same fucking internet and have the same access to journalism as King Asshole does:

Day late and a dollar short, Zippy.

Anyway, the world’s existence, nay, the human race’s existence is largely dependent on which Donald Trump shows up for work today.

That’s a scary ass truth, ain’t it? Like I said, gimme back 2019.

We could get the Paper Tiger Trump. This is my favorite Trump; it attempts to be hyperaggressive one day only to back down the next day or so. Remember when Trump dropped a MOAB in Afghanistan when he first got elected and then just forgot about that war? That Trump. We need Paper Tiger Trump to show up today.

The other Trump that may come to work is Belligerent Trump. Sometimes Trump loves the smell of his farts and believes his own hype about what a tough guy he is. This Trump will continue to attack tit for tat with Iran, who could conceivably attack dozens of allies around the globe and then someone drops a nuke and then it’s buckwheats for the world.

A final possibility could be the Oppositional Defiant Narcissist Trump. This Trump is similar to the Belligerent Trump, except this one is convinced of the superiority of his own intellect and will do the opposite of what people who know what the fuck they are talking about tell him to do. This is “I alone can fix it” Trump. You notice that experts are leaving this administration in droves; that’s because they hate Oppositional Defiant Narcissist Trump. Will also cause WWIII.

Anyway, Iran has announced that it has extracted its pound of flesh, whatever that amounts to; now all we have to do is just be magnanimous and ask for a truce. Trump needs to blink because this is not about him, it’s about billions of us- and he needs to fucking wake up to that reality and take this chance to look like a goddamn statesman with grace, integrity and perspicacity just once in his shit political career.

UPDATE 10AM: Iran missile strikes designed to avoid casualties. We need a steady fucking hand right now and I don’t like our chances.

Iran So Far Away

Confused about all the hullabaloo surrounding the assassination of the Iranian general, Qasem Soleimani?

You sure are not alone. I know I’ve been. It’s taken me far too long to piece it together.

There are two ways to look at the way Trump has gone about violently retaliating against Iraqi-Iranian assets.

One is that the tail is wagging the dog, and that he’s just trying to start a fight to distract from all the trouble he’s in. I do not favor this interpretation, as it does not keep him out of hot water any more than, say, impeachment increased his standing in the polls. It’s just something people say when they don’t know what else to say. Trump crimes right in front of our fucking faces all the time and if this donnybrook wasn’t around he’d be flooding the zone with some other garbage. All this hamfistedness and risk is not necessary if the goal is to keep you from looking the other way. Furthermore, Trump is already on his way to making what he’s doing just one more impeachable offense-he failed to alert Congress, contravening the War Powers Act. So he can’t even wag the fucking dog right.

The second way is to look at this as a simple chain of events gone horribly wrong. Someone chucked a shitload of rockets at an Iraqi airbase, killing an American contractor and wounding several U.S. troops. Days later, CENTCOM concludes that a group called Kata’ib Hezbollah was responsible for the attacks. But that’s a bit on the odd side, because since 2016 Kata’ib has been part of the Popular Mobilization Forces, an amalgam of paramilitaries allied with one goal: killing ISIS wherever they find it in the Middle East, particularly Iraq and Syria. In fact, they’re actually considered a wing of the Iraqi army, so I’m not ready to buy this story. The US has a shit track record on who to blame for what so I don’t know what to think. Anyway, our response was disproportionate and inadvisable, striking targets in Iraq and Syria, killing 25 Popular Mobilization Forces militamen and wounding dozens. Two days later the US embassy in the Green Zone is breached and overrun by angry protestors waving Popular Mobilization flags. And again, our response was a wild overreaction. We droned the No.2 of The Popular Mobilization Forces, Abu Mahdi al-Muhandis- and quite possibly by accident, the commander of the Iranian Quds Force, the aforementioned general Soleimani. The Quds Force is kind of a big fucking deal to the Iranians, so we’ve kind of stuck our dicks in the mashed potatoes, so to speak. The safety of Americans around the world is now in jeopardy. Hell, the safety of any of our allies’ people for that matter. He was a no-good customer to be sure, but I hope the blowback for this fuckup is minimal.

It’s a hell of a speculation I’m engaging in here, but it’s not illogical. Trump may have blundered (that would sure be weird) and offed the wrong guy and now he has to get all belligerent with Iran like he meant to do this. Now the Iraqis want US troops out to smooth over tensions (for which Twitler says he’ll sanction Iraq like Iran. WTF?). No matter what is true, the next few weeks might be tight, because Trump’s too dumb for diplomacy and I can’t say for sure what might happen if we hit targets inside Iran. It could be catastrophic, because there may well be a limit to how much the rest of world is willing to put up with from these United States of America.

The Impeachment Song Of J. Donald Trump

I was snoozing on the couch when it happened. I was dreaming about the vote, and halfway through it I woke and found myself watching the official count and its tally. I had gone to sleep to Morning Joe, having forgotten that Jerry Nadler, chair of the House Judiciary Committee, scheduled the vote for 10AM.

President Trump will soon have an asterisk in the history books next to his name as having been impeached for obstructing Congress and abuse of power. He will be the third executive in American history to be noted thusly.

I am happy it’s finally here, but remain rather underwhelmed. Donald Trump is getting away scot-free for several, if not many crimes which had already been limned out in the Mueller report. My hope was that the Democrats did the GOP like they did Benghaaaazi except it’d be real and drag the shitshow, with its endless fount of malfeasance to work with, all the way out to November where no one but the truly crazed will pull a lever for that rat bastard. It’s not like they’d have to do a whole lot of legwork, because the GOP, to include Trump, is very bad at criming. We could have gotten that slimy cocksucker and his cheerleaders to resign. There’s no reason why we couldn’t have invoked contempt and start fining and jailing people until they testified once we dislodged the OLC “protections” through a court order.

Or was there? I am not wise enough to know.

That said, they’ve been very good at circling the wagons so far to protect everyone who crimed, and there’s always the possibility that Bill Barr and McConnell have aborted Democratic efforts to convict. Absent the House, Trump and his cronies can bury their shenanigans, and to that point he will not be removed and the worst that can happen is that all we have done is played a safe hand that will win us little. This is the party over principle crew, and if you are still a fan, you’re pretty fucked up in the head and you need to go to church and ask Jesus for forgiveness and watch something besides Fox. Not that that will unfuck you, since you’ve been conditioned to hate the news in general.

Yet, I refuse to believe that the Democrats brought us this far to check a box while Trump can skate away from charges stemming from the testimonies of experts and corroborators whom the public is unfortunately only vaguely familiar with. I want to believe that we’re going to gobsmack the GOP with our surgical articles so completely that to acquit would mean the end of their careers at the very least, and perhaps the beginning of new investigations at best.

This feels rushed, but maybe that’s simply because we have what we need. Time will tell. I’m hearing rumblings that Chief Roberts is going to have a bone to pick with McConnell and senators who have already signaled that they will be flipping off this trial without looking at the evidence, so there’s that in the mix too.

I don’t know if we are in the middle game or the end. Your guess is good or better than mine. They got Al Capone on tax evasion; perhaps airtight but simple articles will bring the criminal in the White House to his knees as well.

Hill Or High Water

I’ve been shying away from the impeachment hearings, as I believe that there’s not much chance that Republicans are going to actually listen to the facts brought forth and weigh in on the merits to the case of a quid pro quo by President Trump to gain uncomfortable information on who he thought would be his rival in the 2020 showdown.

That was a mistake on my part. These hearings are fascinating.

Comparison to Watergate is inevitable, but perhaps in-congruent. Nixon and Trump, true, were/are both raging paranoiacs who used cheap and dirty tactics to discredit their opponents. Nixon, smarting from the release of The Pentagon Papers, tried to defame Daniel Ellsberg as some sort of kook. When there was no more daylight between him and the burglary, he quit because he had no friends left, except maybe Kissinger.

I currently think that Trump will eventually resign as well but he’s proven to be a lot slipperier that Nixon. He’s sealed off what’s left of his inner circle from the impeachment inquiry, as if they had all signed an NDA- the OLC is currently providing legal cover for them to decline a subpoena just by being in the employ of the president, a notion that is challengeable in court I imagine. He’s got GOP rank and file ready to fall on swords throughout Congress. Tens of millions of people still say Trump or bust.

If you were there, might I ask- was the entire right side of the aisle riding Nixon’s jock until the dots couldn’t be ignored? Did Nixon habitually lie to confuse people? Was there something like Fox News operating as a cheering section for the troubled president? It’s just crazy. This has got to be worse than Watergate. During these hearings, witnesses have testified to Democrats what they knew about Trump’s missiles-for-dirt pressure campaign upon Ukraine’s President Zelensky. Then the complicit Republicans fulminate for their time, trying to cook up a reverse narrative, that it was Trump trying to root out corruption in the new government, corruption that may have involved the son of the man he thought would be most likely to oppose him in the general. I figure they were going to wait til later to throw that grenade, but circumstances demand that they throw it now because otherwise it’s all Democrats all day building a case so what they have tried to do is use their five minutes to lie and spout calumny about the nature of the inquiry and those testifying against Emperor Zero and then Hannity and Fox and Friends take the ball from there, snipping it all up making it look like Republicans had carried the day.

That couldn’t be further from the truth, though. I finally sat down to watch some testimony today, and boy, did I pick a hell of a day. The erudite and now famous Dr. Fiona Hill came to speak, and she did not come to jack around. She recalled incredible amounts of information that did real damage to the Trump claim that he was not trying to play fuck-fuck with a new Ukrainian government. Adam Schiff has been squeezing the tube from the bottom, just like he should, setting up grander questions for bigger fish thus calling for an undeniable need for Trumpists in positions of power to spit out what they know under oath. That would be game, set and match, the conditions under which I believe Trump would take a powder rather than get removed.

The hearings were amazing today, and everyone should avail themselves of all of the testimony given so far. It’s quite riveting if you ignore all the idiotic, whiny GOP noise masquerading as cross examining (none of them, save counsel, had questions) that is no doubt being digested as I write this by easily conned Fox viewers.

Two things stood out for me today that bear note. Here’s Fiona Hill patiently and succinctly warning everyone about the intent of Trumpublicans to counterspin the Trump/Zelensky fiasco as if the Ukraine were attacking our elections, and she doesn’t mince words about where that notion came from.

Boom.

You’re all Putin’s bitches.

Also, Eric Swallwell sent Devin Nunes a little chin music, disclosing that he has ties with the Giuliani goons who almost fled prosecution.

If you are free from the singsong of the right wing Wurlitzer and actually watched the proceedings, you clapped in your living room several times today even though no one else was there. Then you thanked god as you came to know him that there’s still some fucking professionals left in the government to expose a pissant president and his eagerness to sell this country out to Russia to personally enrich himself in any way he can.

Racism To The Top

Trumpers recoil reflexively in disgust when you tell them that President Trump is a racist. They often want proof on the spot, even though proof would find them to be racist as well. Anything except Trump declaring full-throatedly, ‘Yes folks, I’m a racist!!!’ will fall short in an attempt to convince them. Even then there would be arguments about context.

You can point to his anti-immigrant policies, the attempt to construct a border wall, the Muslim travel ban, or the refusal to help Puerto Rico recover from a highly destructive hurricane as tangible evidence that he doesn’t like brown people a whole lot. Some of them don’t vote and if they did, it would not be for him. So being racist/white supremacist (pick your label) works for Trump because minorities don’t merit a “deal” in his mind. Not that it has to directly do with racism, but simply as an example of how small-minded and vindictive he can be-California is currently on fire and I submit that because it is such a blue state, he’s ignoring it because its citizens- again, don’t do anything for him.

But lately, he’s promoting racism in such a manner that it deserves more scrutiny. It’s Native American Heritage Month. Did you know that? I did not know that, being white and all until the president renamed it “National American History and Founders Month”. It’s probably not an accident that Twitler put Andrew Jackson on the wall of the Oval Office, a giant fuck you to the people who lived here before we stuffed them in giant concentration camps reservations.

Yesterday at a rally, Trump made it crystal clear, though. The motherfucker flashed the “white power” hand gesture. He couldn’t help his bloated transgressive self. There’s a mini-mythology about this gesture. Instances where the sign is flashed in conservative spaces are considered an inside joke. They insist it is meaningless, a hoax that they have perpetrated to own the libs who get triggered over anything. I still don’t quite get the joke, which is fine because conservatives are bad at funny and evidently lousy at irony as well.

It just so happens that the people who think this is humorous are usually pretty damn racist. When the sign is flashed, make no mistake-it’s a coded dog-whistle between themselves and other racists. They’re only fooling themselves if they think otherwise. The hoax has turned into something quite real. Here’s our president, soon to be impeached, letting everyone know who and what he is and not giving a shit:

As Trump’s base of support hemorrhages, he will have to directly appeal to smaller and smaller niches, and I guess white supremacists- many of whom do not know they are racists- are numerous enough that flashing that “joke” white power sign is not to his detriment when measured. It’s a cheap appeal to that loathsome, deplorable, uneducable trashy white whose vote he desperately needs if he is to survive another election.

And the worst part of it is that this is not the ground floor of how gross Trump can get. Believe me.

Catching The Wave

One of things I could never stand is when people- smart people- decided that Donald Trump is the eternal Comeback Kid; that he can’t be stopped or brought to heel. I don’t know if it was Trump or those smart people who started this pernicious notion, but yesterday’s elections have put the lie to that.

We are a long way away from putting Trump in prison or even impeaching the motherfucker. But it cannot be stressed enough that he is losing his power, to the degree that he ever had some. Each election day shows us that voters are, at bottom, annoyed and bored by Donald Trump.

That’s the secret bump for whomever seizes the ring. I have optimism that reasonable people who don’t fly a red or blue flag will either sit out or vote for change because they’re tired. Tired of the foolish tweets, tired of the attention seeking, the rank juvenility, the destructive tendencies, the divide and conquer, and the habitual lying.

And scared by the hate-we can’t forget that.

The point is that Trump is vulnerable, and quite beatable. The perfect storm conditions for his ascendancy are no longer there, there’s no damn emails, no FBI director to upend the election with a sudden investigation, and no Jill Stein. The Bern-or bust crew are still an irritant, but they did not stop Hillary Clinton from capturing the popular vote so really, that’s not a factor here either.

I just want to give the South mad fucking props for mostly excising their corrupt Republicans. Too often I will fall back into talking shit about the South, caused by New England elitist tendencies. But Kentucky and Virginia are showing us (and me) that they have limits to what they will put up with.

We are IN PLAY.

Fuck all demagogues and obstacles. I tell you now that the biggest wave will come for you soon enough.

%d bloggers like this: