You cannot support President Donald J. Whiteman’s pro-child-abuse policy of tearing children (from babies to teens) away from their mothers and families and be American, at the same time.
Whiteman is a racist. Whiteman is a misogynist. Whiteman’s bigotry applies to pretty much everyone, save for those who are wealthy, white, and male. If the male is a dictator, Whiteman likes him no matter his skin color.
Whiteman represents, through actions and words, the side my father and uncle fought against in World War II; they were in the United States Army and fought against the Nazis.
We are in the same fight now. We are in the beginnings of it. Silence, is not an option, if you love this country.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.