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About Peter Sanford Kahrmann

Writer, disability rights advocate, civil rights advocate.

Marty & Sheila (a divertimento in the key of dialogue)

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  • No, Sheila, it’s not that. I want to know for a couple a reasons.
  • More than a couple.
  • No doubt, no doubt. I just need to know if I am the only one in this experience. Think of it as an alignment thing. If I’m out here standing on a rock by myself, having this experience, okay. I’m not worried about me, per se, but it’d be helpful if I could understand how I got standing on this rock by myself. I’m in my sixties. The mind can go, you know. I’d like to try to keep mine in the front yard. If I’m not standing alone on the rock, or you’re in sight of it, how do you explain this?
  • We’re friends, close friends. What kind of rock is it? Is it a nice rock?

Marty’s knees (a romantice divertimento)

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Marty knew it made no sense and couldn’t possibly be true. That it felt true was besides the point, (almost). Because oh man, were he to believe it, live it, and be wrong? That shit would knock him down. Like most, Marty was tired of getting up one way or another in life. I’ve donated enough to that cause. This is precisely what Marty thought when he realized some bizarre shit was going. Had to be. He’d fallen in love with Sheila and that couldn’t possibly be right. He’d known her for more than a decade for fuck’s sake. It wasn’t like her beauty — admittedly the kind known to buckle knees when first observed by even the most casual observer — was anything new to him. His rational side, what was left of it, understood this. But, there was a problem. You don’t know somebody for more than a decade for shit’s sake and suddenly, badabing-badaboom, you’re in love. It doesn’t work like that, or so he’d always thought, until now that is. Somehow and in some way she’d become an anomaly. What the fuck’s up with that? Had he missed something all these years? Did some part of his mind simply leave the area when he wasn’t looking, knocking his understanding of reality out of alignment? They need body shops for the mind, he thought, not for the first time.

And if all this wasn’t enough to make his head spin, a new Sheila reality was on the scene. She made his knees weak.

Trump knew he would leak to Russia

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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!

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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

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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.