Trump knew he would leak to Russia

Did President Donald J. Trump ban American media from his meeting with Russian officials last week because he knew he would be providing them with classified information?

Russia state media Tass was allowed in  Trump’s Oval Office meeting with Russian foreign minister Sergei Lavrov and Russian ambassador Sergey Kislyak. Other than accumulating what I suspect is even more evidence of an American president betraying his country, Tass wasn’t going to turn him in to the American public, or Congress.

Clear thought leads to this observation. Trump is a media whore, he loves attention. Turing away attention — the American media in this instance — is contrary to his narcissistic instincts, but turn them away he did. No doubt he (and they) had concrete reasons for doing so.

One last observation. Sergei Lavrov comes as close to matching Trump’s color as anyone on the planet.


I can see you, out there!

I am glad you’re alive,
sweet ears listening from afar.
I can see you, out there!
I can send my words loving
you full length, all depth and wonder.
I can see you, out there!
On the crest of every sunrise,
and every sunset too.

With Trump, call a doctor, STAT

I can’t possibly be the only person on the planet in possession of the following experience.

I watched (and heard) Tucker Carlson of Fox News ask President Donald J. Trump the following question:

“So on March 4, 6:35 in the morning, you’re down in Florida, and you tweet, the former administration wiretapped me, surveilled me, at Trump Tower during the last election. How did you find out? You said, I just found out. How did you learn that?”

Trump responded:

“Well, I’ve been reading about things. I read in, I think it was January 20 a “New York Times” article where they were talking about wiretapping. There was an article, I think they used that exact term. I read other things. I watched your friend Bret Baier the day previous where he was talking about certain very complex sets of things happening, and wiretapping. I said, wait a minute, there’s a lot of wiretapping being talked about. I’ve been seeing a lot of things.”

I can’t be the only one who wants to call out, “Is there a doctor in the house? This guy’s off the rails.”

If you think this is a stretch, read Carson’s question and then Trump’s answer, out loud. I mean it. Read it out loud. You’ll hear the words and find yourself  in the land of cringe.

That some commentators, most truly honorable folks, seek to credit Trump’s delusional ramblings with some clever thought-out strategy is a waste of good minds. The question is, who’s playing Trump? The answer, I believe, rests at the (shared) Bannon-Putin doorstep.

Love for my reform school: New Hampton Training School for Boys

When I was in a reform school called New Hampton Training School for Boys in Orange County, New Yorkthere were, not surprisingly, times when some of us didn’t get along, got into arguments, or simply didn’t like each other. When it became clear that two of us were really itching to settle things with our fists, or one boy wanted to challenge another, the men that watched over us, and did so wonderfully and fairly, I might add, would offer to have the other boys form a circle somewhere so the two boys would have at it.

Because these disputes were handled this way, no one was every seriously hurt, the tension between the two combatants almost invariably vanished, and, it was no unusual for them to become friends.

I think there may have been something like 300 boys in New Hampton. For those of us who happened to be white it was a wonderful experience. You were no longer in the majority because there was just as many African American and Latino kids. Combine their numbers and we were in the minority. During all the time I was there, and I was there for more than a year because I was knuckle-headed enough to run away – twice! – I never heard a single racial epithet – not a single one.

The men that were our guards – they were plain-dressed at sat a desk on one end of the dorm, the end were the exit was, not surprisingly – were great. During the winter we’d all shovel snow, and when the walkways and steps were cleared away, we’d shovel the snow off the lawns. They meant to keep us busy. It was not unusual to hear one of our guards say, “Okay fellas, time for all of us to look like fools and go shovel some lawn!”

Tell you what, if Trump or Bannon were there and acted like they do now, they’d be getting challenged by a lot of us, including me, not because they’re white racist thugs, but because they had it coming to them.

I had some truly good friends in reform school. I think of them today with love and respect, along with a heartfelt thanks that we got to do some time together.





Hemorrhoid Bannon & worse

If a hemorrhoid grew hair and a face, it would look a helluva lot like Steve Bannon.  A rotting, sunbaked pumpkin with a spray of wheat and two tiny-sticky egg yokes pretty much sums up the Donald Trump visual.  Reince Priebus looks like a rather large pus-filled whitehead on a teenage nose

Not one of these men is the picture of health.

As sick and viscerally unpleasant to look at as they are, the real danger lives inside. They possess  a living breathing capacity for evil. Their no-conscience decision-making styles ruin and end lives. They are power-hungry sociopaths.

If you don’t realize they are in bed with the Putin Regime, its time you do.

If you think these sick men are going to leave the stage without a fight, you’re mistaken.