“As democracy is perfected, the office of the president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the white house will be occupied by a downright fool and complete narcissistic moron.” – H.L. Mencken, the Baltimore evening Sun. July 26, 1920.
Minnesotastan explains: “Snopes confirms that Mencken did make such a pronouncement in 1920 (using the term “downright moron”).”
Go to the TYWKIWDBI link above or Snopes for more information.
Surely I’m not alone.
The current political climate is overwhelming if not crushing at times. Since about March of last year, I’ve found myself in a state of desperate need to express myself artistically, but failing because I keep reaching to check the pulse of what’s happening in my country.
Instead of designing a new photo or video project, I’m surfing websites obsessing over political bullshit that maybe I shouldn’t. This obsession is becoming a distraction.
I’m particularly pointing to the idea that I’m not doing personal projects. The guilt from not doing these projects presents itself as an overwhelming sense of personal failure. When I compare myself to other artists being productive, I suffocate from the vomit in the back of my throat.
I am a lifelong Republican. I voted for every Republican presidential candidate from 1968 to 2004. But I have watched what once was a sane, center-right party go off the rails, first to the extreme right, then to wherever Trump is, which is in another universe.
It’s tough, but we must end this dangerous presidency. Trump must be impeached and removed with all haste. But only Congress can initiate the process.
Our congressman, Steve Chabot, has been busy defending Trump from the media, which is simply reporting Trump’s machinations. It’s time for him to man-up and start drafting the articles of impeachment. As I remember, he did it for Clinton for far less than Trump has already done.
After the election, many hoped that Trump would “grow up” into the job – that he couldn’t possibly be as bad as some thought. Well, it’s gone the other way. The bully has become a more entitled bully. Anyone disagreeing is attacked. Policy is announced in illiterate tweets.
Read the rest here.
“This piece, written by Mark P. Painter, was posted on Cincinnati.com Tuesday. Painter is a lifelong Cincinnatian, and served as a judge for 30 years.”
I saw these two videos recently going around as cock-sure evidence that the left is sooooooooo hypocritical. As if we’re whiny babies about Donald J. Trump’s policies but glossy-eyed, pigeon-toed, gawking goober sluts when the leader from the democratic party showed signs of strength regarding immigration or border protection.
As the french say, “Holy shit balls, these videos are awesome!”
There’s not a lefty libtard I’ve ever met who didn’t agree and support the statements made here by President Clinton or President Obama. Strength of borders and concentrated, calculated approach to common sense ideas regarding these topics is what I expect from any sitting president.
A portion of a post at Medium.com written by my friend Stephen Mucher:
Dear American working men of the heartland who feel emasculated by establishment politicians long ignoring your plight,
Do you think the obscenely rich economic insiders sitting around the White House cabinet table today snicker openly, or just wink, each time their leader explains to his base, in preachy third grader language, what new thing they have to be afraid of this week?
Does it sting somewhat when that bossy blonde with a law degree who serves as his spokeswoman lectures you about facts? (Didn’t you hate that girl in high school?)
Do you at least modestly question your manhood realizing you suddenly admire a born-rich prep-school-educated Manhattan performance artist who has never picked up a shovel or driven a pickup truck?
Do you ever wonder if Trump is really a tell-it-like-it-is outsider with a plan for his base beyond “shaking things up?” In other words, does the proud man inside you, who has been duped before, have concerns this is just another clever silver-spoon jerk with an expensive education confidently boasting about what is best for the working man? …
Read the rest.
Yesterday evening, we said goodbye to our beloved kitten companion of 17 years Zoe Ann Witteveen Serafini.
She died at exactly 6:30 p.m. February 4, 2017.
The hurt from this loss stands alone as a pain I hate more and more with every passing second.
Zoe has been sick for a long time, probably longer than we could ever understand. She started yowling at night at least two years ago. And for a while, we thought it was her being a big jerk. And over time, I came to the conclusion that she was actually in pain. She wouldn’t want to tell us about the pain, but I thinks she went deaf as well. And she probably didn’t realize how loud her calls were.