A memo to racist Donald Trump from a former NYC Cabby

Donald Trump, you’re a racist and you’ve always been a racist. I drove a cab in New York City in the 1980s. As you know, the primary turf for yellow cabs is Manhattan. It is not unusual for a cabby  to be “invisible” to passengers immersed in conversation. So, let me say I heard enough conversations in the backseat to know you’re not only a racist, you’re a flat out misogynist pig and pretty much a crap business man.

Arguing over whether or not you’re not a racist is like arguing over whether or not Mount Everest is really a mountain.  First of all, I think the whole discussion about race and races needs to change There is one and only one race — the human race. Within the race you find different eye colors and skin colors and hair colors and somehow, the skin pigmentation part of the equation gets people like you all bent out of shape.

I was held up and shot by a teenager back in 1984. From time to time someone asks me what color and race the kid was, or they presume to already know. I never answer the question. Well, that’s not quite true. I do have a bit of fun with a stock reply of my own making when someone asks me what race the kid was.  I always say, “The human race, why?”

Now, you would like the world to belief you’re a tough guy. Someone not to be trifled with because you’re so big and tough. I think you’re a wimp, but I’ll give you a chance to show a little backbone. If I’ve got the backbone to say I am not a racist, then you should have the backbone to admit you are. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but at least the likes of Lester Maddox and Bull Connor and George Wallace openly acknowledged their racism. They were honest.

So go on, tough guy, have the guts to admit you’re a racist. Otherwise, the following observation still holds. Lester Maddox and Bull Connor and George Wallace had more integrity than you. Wrong and dangerous, just like you, absolutely — but honest.

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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.

 

 

Trump is loony

Being a narcissist would be a positive step on the road to mental health for Donald J. Trump. Judging by the press conference he held today, that highway’s a ton of miles long and this bully can’t even find the on ramp. The man is a loon, a whack-job, and, I think he is a danger, not just to my country, but to the world.

I am watching the first press conference Trump has held since July and  off his rocker.  “I will be the greatest jobs president that God has ever created,” he declared, with so much bluster I thought he was going to puff three times out loud.  And then came Trump attorney Sheri Dillon’s effort to comfort those in attendance by reminding them  “Trump can’t un-know he owns Trump Tower.” Phew! I hadn’t realized.

Trump just said: “I have many meetings with intelligence.” Clearly a lie. They’ve never met.

 

Donald Trump’s prayer

I have reason to suspect there came a time when Donald Trump said the following prayer as he was preparing to announce his candidacy for the presidency of the United States.

Dear God,

I know you’re listening because I donate so much money to churches you’d be stupid not to. I mean no disrespect, God, but you were stupid inventing Mexicans and I mean to set the record straight in my announcement speech. I was going to make my announcement sooner but I want those lazy workers shining up that escalator because there is no doubt I’ll be making an entrance that will go down in history. 

Anyway, this isn’t exactly a new kind of prayer from me, as you’ll see, God, because it is all about me and that, as you should have learned by now, is how it should be. So here goes.  Help me do things and say things that people think I should be embarrassed to say and do. Most people are stupid, Lord, and haven’t figured out that if I’m not embarrassed about this whacky comb-over of mine, there’s not a whole helluva lot that’s going to embarrass The Donald. But, I digress. Help me be up front about the hypocrite I know I am and am glad I am.”

Suddenly,  honesty made an appearance, albeit a brief one, in The Donald’s prayer.

“Most of all, help me get lots of attention making an ass of myself and embarrassing myself across the country and in front of millions. Some newspaper out of England, the Guardian, asked me for my birth certificate and I told those Limeys to stuff it. I’m riding that escalator to my presidency announcement and hiring actors to applaud me. I want to make the biggest ass of myself I possibly can, God. Please help me do this.

My best to your son. Amen.”

I think it’s safe to say God heard his prayer.

Trump the Chump

Everywhere I turn there’s Donald Trump, not simply making an ass of himself, but finding ever more dopier ways of doing it, and somewhere in  his small narcissistic mind which, by the way, matches his facial features that are way too small for his face. Hell,  his mouth must’ve stopped growing when he was five and, as we all know, he has the only hair any of us has ever seen that actually suffers with dyslexia, he seems determined to and has succeeded in appearing as non-presidential as possible.

 

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Like the spoiled brat that he is, Trump repeatedly called American leaders stupid (proves he writes his own speeches, I’ll give him that) in Las Vegas yesterday and made sure to drop the F bomb on more than one occasion.

As for his assertions that he is a financial whiz and financially responsible, that too is a joke; several times his companies have filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy so he can reshuffle the deck and make his money. In a 2005 Chapter 11 filing Trump Hotels & Casino Resorts acknowledged they were $1.3 billion in debt and had only $1.5 million in assets. Yeah, great. That’s who I want at the head of my country.

Since Trump seems to like the F word, I’d like to share one of my favorite movie quotes with him. In the 1988 movie Midnight Run, Robert De Niro plays an ex cop turned bounty hunter who brings back a fugitive accountant who ripped of the mob played by Charles Grodin. At one point Grodin’s character infuriates De Niro’s. De Niro turns to Grodin and says, “I got two words for you. Shut the fuck up!”

Nuff’ said, Hey Donny?