mr. trump: basement inspector

See Mr. Trump. See him run. He is scared.  Run, Mr. Trump, run.  Run from the noisy people.  Turn out the lights and hide. Launch the tear gas.  While you cower inside.  Poor Mr. Trump.  He quakes and he quivers, Afraid to face the world he’s destroying. Boo hoo hoo, he cries, I'm the bravest … Continue reading mr. trump: basement inspector

the new presidential portrait

Mr. Trump is, almost literally, a plague doctor and his official portrait should reflect his lofty status as such. You see, during plagues (such as The Black Death) cities hired these dudes to treat citizens afflicted with the various epidemic contagions of the time, rich and poor alike. However, like Sideshow Don, most had little … Continue reading the new presidential portrait

the incredible, mind-blowing, gobsmacking shortsightedness of the GOP

In the interest of full disclosure, I'm not a smart person. I'm also not an economist or a politician or a policy analyst. What I am is aware. We, and by 'we' I mean you and I, are being led down the garden path by a bunch of weak, self-serving cowards who do not have our … Continue reading the incredible, mind-blowing, gobsmacking shortsightedness of the GOP

they’re keeping it open

And, really, who cares? Do you? I don’t. Frankly, I’d rather see DC bulldozed and replaced with a wind farm. Or a Taco Bell. Or tumbleweeds. This government — with the very notable exception of career civil servants who continue to serve this country with honor and dignity — is a sewer. Noxious effluence is … Continue reading they’re keeping it open

in answer to the national cathedral

Yesterday, I came across the National Cathedral’s eloquent response to Sideshow Don and his soulless, dehumanizing tactics. In a joint letter, bishops and pastors of the country’s mainline religions asked Americans: “Have we no decency?” Well, no. No, we don’t. Americans are content to sit quietly on their hands while death threats and insults abound … Continue reading in answer to the national cathedral