Dormant and Discombobulated

If you thought that I’ve been in hibernation for the last couple of weeks, well you’d be wrong.  My co-conspirator in Oregon has been keeping our little blog breathing and I’m thankful for that.  But I have been dormant for far too long for a blog to remain relevant.  And relevance is part of the problem.  I’m finding it hard to keep up with the little Trump engine that can’t.  Things change so quickly in that insane asylum, once known proudly as the White House, that it’s damn nigh impossible to write a post that’s up to date before Trump or one of his stooges changes direction.

Credibility Gap

Before addressing the main topic of this post, an explanation of why I have frequently called Donald Trump “He who must not be named”.  For those unfamiliar with the Harry Potter books, it is a term applied throughout that series to Lord Voldemort, a somewhat shadowy antagonist to Harry Potter and most others in the wizarding world.  The series creator, J.K. Rowling, described Voldemort as a "raging psychopath, devoid of the normal human responses to other people's suffering", and whose only ambition in life is to become all-powerful and immortal. He appears to have no conscience or feelings of remorse.

Darkness and Rage in the Days of Trump

The 1461 days of Trump. They’re pervasive, loathsome and relentless.  They disturb what would otherwise be our quiet times.  They inflame us with a heretofore unknown rage. They spawn the worst in us and they bleed us dry of hope, aspiration and our expectations of prosperity and basic comforts. They rob us of security and leech our souls of optimism. They’re deathless zombies that foment our rage, haunt our nights and pillage our dreams.  As Americans they leave us fearful about rights and justice and mortified as citizens of the world. These are the days of Trump.

It’s Party Time (or The Disunited States of The GOP)

“…the common and continual mischiefs of the spirit of party are sufficient to make it the interest and duty of a wise people to discourage and restrain it.”

George Washington – 1^st President of the United States and one of the founders

“There is nothing which I dread so much as a division of the republic into two great parties, each arranged under its leader, and concerting measures in opposition to each other. This, in my humble apprehension, is to be dreaded as the greatest political evil under our Constitution.”

John Adams – 2^nd President of the United States and one of the founders

“I just don’t think it’s useful to be doing investigation after investigation, particularly of your own party,” We’ll never even get started with doing the things we need to do like repealing Obamacare if we’re spending our whole time having Republicans investigate Republicans. I think it makes no sense.”

Rand Paul – A United States Senator

I’m going to draw up a petition.  Draw up a petition and then go stand in front of the local supermarket with a copy on each of about a dozen clipboards.  You’ve seen those guys.  They camp out at one of the store entrances and you do one of two things.  You either take a detour to another entrance or, and this is the option you often regret, you walk slowly past the guy so that he’ll engage you and you can find out what all the hubbub is about.

My petition is going to propose changing the name of our country from The United States of America to, The  Disunited States of GOP.  Seriously folks, let’s stop pretending.  That gang of knaves from the Republican Party doesn’t really give a shit about America.  America, the country and people that the Republicans are supposed to be serving is located somewhere in the deep dark bowels of the GOP priority list. There’s a lot of lip service paid to “the American people” and what “we will leave for our grandchildren” but the only American people they’re interested in are the ones that feather their nests.  And as for the grandchildren; unless they turn out to be large donors or CEO’s the GOP won’t leave them a pot to piss in.  

The Cesspool that is Trumpistan

As I sit here fighting the flu for the first time in years, I’m struggling to sit upright while doing a short post commenting on “A journey to the center of Trumpistan”.  I have lived in a conservative county in Oregon for two years and am looking for work elsewhere so I can leave this area populated by dimwits.  My experience with supporters of the Tweeting Twit is similar to the examples given about Trumpistan.  Most of them are so stupid that they couldn’t spell God even if you spotted them the g & d.  They are convinced that the Tweeting Twit is already a much better president than Obama.  They are convinced that all Muslims are evil.  They are proud of their Christianity, even though they espouse ideas and values that would make Jesus want to slam down a fifth of tequila in frustration.  The Bill of Rights for them is only about the Second Amendment, which is frightening given that Oregon is an open carry state.

Reading the examples of idiocy mentioned in the Trumpistan post is making me feel more physically ill than I already am.  As is the case with my collaborator, I have lost patience with the morons who think that the Tweeting Twit is going to be good for America.  I have a good friend who I haven’t spoken with in a few months.  The last time I was in his presence, he labeled Bernie Sanders a “Commie Jew bastard”.  I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even want to engage in a political discussion with supporters of the Tweeting Twit.  They are generally stupid, ill-informed, and would have fit in well in George Wallace’s Alabama and Lester Maddox’s Georgia.

~ Posted by Exile in Oregon - Medford OR

The Three R's

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