Now What ??

                                      

     

       Now our intelligence service knows for sure that Russians hacked our election for President and helped Trump win the position, what do we do about it? I don't think a sternly written letter to Putin is going to do  anything. At this point we have ascertained that a foreign nation has determined the outcome of the election; that makes the whole exercise nothing but a sham. So why do we keep pretending we have elected Trump as president-elect when he was only selected by Putin by throwing out nearly three million votes against him.

       For Donald Trump in collusion with Putin to claim victory is against common sense. Donald Trump, along with everyone in his campaign who had knowledge should be tried for treason against the United States of America with Russian government assistance. What will probably happen tomorrow is business as usual as republicans vote as instructed as a unit. Tuesday Donald and Vlad go back to selecting the most unqualified people to run this country.

      The incoming administration has the stink of food gone bad and crawling with botulism. I don't recall any suggestions on how to eat it without the danger of a very severe stomach ache at best and death at the worst. This tainted election will be the death of us and the only way to fix it is to simply throw it out. Regardless of cost.

      

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Safeguard ?

                                                           Donald?

     All my life I heard the Electoral College was the last bulwark against two biggest threats to our
democracy. Foreign interests and electing a moron without any semblance of ability. In just two more days, those impediments will be gone.

     If 38 republicans vote intelligently against Trump and Russia, then this was only a bad dream. No one who is aware could ever justify any other outcome. With Trump and Putin advisors shuttling back and forth between New York and Moscow. Only a brainless idiot would not suspect a scam when they are told 26 times a day there's is nothing to see here; move along now. Are they really going to renovate the Oval Office to include a side room for Putin to work in when he comes to oversee his latest acquisition.

     Unfortunately there are not 38 republicans who will put American democracy ahead of party membership, money or Koch Brothers. They will weasel out of any dissent and at last resort, tell you that God wants it this way. Not my God or my party. I feel screwed.

      Next Tuesday I will see my doctor for an annual physical. She is really a democrat because she will grease up with K-Y jelly before she sticks in a finger to check a prostrate. Under a republican health plan, you have to bring your own lube and a rubber glove unless you want that finger to go in dry and bareback. Their idea of a public option.


      

White trash in the White House

   When I was young I knew personally many of my relatives that were born in Europe and were acclimated to essentially foreign world views and cultures. They brought a lot of the values they learned as children. Among these were honesty, integrity, hard work, tolerance and acceptance.  They had also learned the consequences of corruption, greed and ignorance and such knowledge played a large role in their decisions to come to a new land.

     Their communities grew since history shows, they were as adept at growing children and grandchildren as they were at growing crops. Pictures of my grandfather and his father's family totaled over twenty people. But with growth came new people who diluted the principles the original people held dear. This process repeated a thousand fold led to the present day with Donald Trump and family moving into the White House. I remember a family conversation about a new family that had moved into the neighborhood. Within a few months their unkempt yard was overgrown with weeds interspersed with old car and appliance parts that were thrown here and there. The consensus was they were just white trash. A caste on the bottom tier in India called the untouchables.

     From all that I've seen and heard from them and about them, the Trump clan fits the classification of white trash perfectly. I can envision them scrawling graffiti on the walls, urinating on the carpets and drawing mustaches on paintings. The very lamest reason I've yet heard for voting for Trump was something Clinton allegedly said about the nursing profession they heard somewhere or other. A statement completely at odds with everything she had said and done for the last twenty or more years.  On that basis you have endangered your grandchildren's future education and welfare. And the security of our country. Trump told you what he planned to do and you enabled him to do it.

Washing

       I just finished an interesting story on the net about two women in the beauty consultant business who went without washing for a month to test a new product called mother dirt mist.

     Rather than try to post a link which doesn't work on this site I will just say to google it at -----

30 days without washing using mother dirt mist

The story will come up. It contains a link to "total beauty.com" that has a 20 page slideshow that's worthwhile also.

    From a male perspective the natural scent of a female body after two or three days is quite a turn-on as Jill notes about her husband's initial reactions.

Bullying Solution

     Today I read about a girl who been bullied and ostracized by her peers for some reason or other. I read often about autistic or down syndrome children forced to eat alone and be isolated from any interaction with their classmates.

     http://www.today.com/parents/teen-invents-sit-us-app-so-no-high-schooler-has-t103444

     I would like to post the whole story you can read by using the above link. But I will post excerpts.

   "Apart from the horrific attacks, the worst thing was being treated as an outcast and having to eat lunch alone every day. I believe that being isolated branded me as a target. All I wanted was to have just one person who had my back."

   After switching schools in ninth grade, Natalie found a supportive new friend group, but she never forgot how it felt to be the outcast.

  "Whenever I saw someone eating alone, I would ask that person to join our table, because I knew exactly how they felt. I saw the look of relief wash over their faces."

      Natalie created an "eat with us app" which I think is a really great idea and will do more to prevent bullying than anything so far. When students interact with them, get to know them and their thoughts and finally realize they do have feelings like anyone else.




  

Vaporism Explained

     This comes from vaporware in the computer age. It is hardware or software that usually doesn't exist yet or being worked on although it can apply to any project in any field that only really exists in someone's mind and is not usable yet as a final product.

     In my own mind this applies perfectly to Donald Trump's fantasy revolution that he believes in so fanatically. At this stage it is vapor like steam from a teakettle that one can dispel with a waving hand. He works every day to solidify that vapor and to help him out I created the Vaporite Party that will try to report his every positive gesture he makes although his negative gestures are more frequent and a lot more fun to watch.

     Basically Trump is more vapor than anything else and what will he do after his practical joke about a presidential campaign destroys the Republican and Conservative parties. My guess he and his people will enlist Glen Beck, steal his TV show and start their own political party with his fervent followers. Maybe he will bribe me to shut up, I'm hoping.

Vaporite Party

     The name of the Deplorables Party has been changed to the Vaporite Party to better reflect the real world views of  founders Donald J. Trump and his major acolytes Sean Hannity and Rudy Giuliani.
                      Mr. Hanky - party symbol

          I notice today Howard Dean said he heard DJT might have a cocaine problem. From his actions I tend to agree. I once had a problem with cocaine in all three of it's usual using methods. Injection as a liquid, smoke from the crack form and least preferred, up the nose as a powder. The powder form is the most used by people who want to deny it's use. They don't need a syringe or a hollow glass pipe. Just a little vial and an little plastic spoon like McDonalds used to supply with a cup of coffee.

     One thing I do remember is that nasal passages get dried out along with what we called dry mouth relieved by frequent sips of water, Kool-Aid or whatever liquid is available. Facial expressions gradually become less readable and when the high wears down so does the user. His brain is yelling at him "I want more" and his words get garbled until no one can understand him. Watch the Monday debate and see what I am describing. These are cocaine effects and if he had a snort on a break, all would be well. As an aside, a heroin user would be constantly scratching his nose. A different breed of cat

    Evidently Mr. Dean has been talking to someone in rehab. Mr. Dean didn't speak from the blue or like Trump out of his nether orifice. If he has been around anonymous groups, I know he has heard the adage "cocaine is  God's way of telling someone they have too much money."



                                       

Punishment for Truth

     This will my last post on the dust-up from Daily Kos. I have written a blog and published it long before I submitted anything to Daily Kos this time around although I joined in 2002 and submitted several comments in 2003. After a long hiatus I had to join again in the last year or so. After 90 or more postings without incidents I published a conversation with two holocaust survivors who didn't see other's being killed and someone at Kos decided that was proof of my holocaust denial which doesn't exist and never has.

    I've been banned from posting on Daily Kos because I related a conversation with two Auschwitz survivors about their personal experiences during a war that ended over seventy years ago. When two people stand in front of me with tattoos on their arms from a concentration camp they were in as teenagers and tell me their ordeal that at times seem at odds with the official story, am I to call them liars. I never said the Holocaust didn't happen at all, just that it didn't happen to two obviously live persons sitting across from me. One trained as a seamstress, the other as a cook in that prison.

      I have since done research on Auschwitz and learned that the camp encompassed an area of over 15 square miles. If I were confined to and worked in Humble Tx. I could truthfully say I never saw anybody killed in Spring. Tx. 10 miles  away. Other than one conversation, I never felt the need to question or elicit more details. Ingrid probably worked in one of the many industries around the area and used cheap labor the SS charged them for using Auschwitz prisoners in their plants and factories.

     To say I am disappointed in intolerance by people who purported preach freedom of thought. I realize that Kos is a personal democratic website and can censor whatever they choose. However, it's very unfair to accuse me of denial of a subject I have never mentioned in any of the over ninety posts I have made without incident over this last year. And really don't care about one way or the other. I have enjoyed posting there and receiving the comments of other people. If it is to be no more because I touched someone's exposed nerve. So be it.

The Deplorable Party Founded by Donald Trump.

     Now that the Trump rabble has an official name, they need a symbol like the other parties have; a donkey, the statue of liberty, a porcupine, a sunflower or an elephant. They also need a color like red for republicans, blue for democrats, green for greens, gold for libertarians

     I suggest brown for deplorables. For a symbol I think of a two-toed sloth, a parrot or Mr. Turd from South Park. I do think a burning cross would be going too far although it would probably win their popular vote.

    I've also been working on a party platform based on Trump proclamations. One can imagine the quandary involved. I finally hit on a yes or no answer format revised each morning based on yesterday's answers and today's predictions. All determined by the answers from a Magic 8-ball. This would make as much sense as listening to him personally, tuning into Fox News, reading tea leaves or rolling dice.

Monday Morning Revelations

     I hope this morning brings me news of exactly why I was cut off from posting anything on Daily Kos this weekend and whether the ban is still in effect this morning and what transgression I'm deemed guilty of exactly.

     I tried reposting with my conversation with Morris and Ingrid deleted which I assumed was the problem. All I've been able to get on the blogging link is "page not found (404) the page you were looking for doesn't exist." Actually we talked over an hour. Unfortunately this occurred at a family holiday gathering where I met them a few years ago and they are now both deceased and it never occurred to me to record a private personal conversation. I never took it to mean it was the same at Dachau or Buchenwald. They were only at Auschwitz and only spoke of people and conditions there they saw or heard.

     Daily Kos needs to post some definite rules for posting do's and don'ts. Like the fact that the word conspiracy is a no-no regardless of context as I once found out the hard way.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

     I always liked the Kristofferson song about Sunday morning and being alone. There were several gaps in my life when I woke up alone with a hangover from a Saturday night smoking, drinking and generally raising hell until I realized everyone had gone home to a family, a wife or girlfriend and I was in the weekend with nowhere to go and nothing to do. On my way to the Quikimart, I experienced the feelings, smells and sounds of that song. I bought a large coffee and a six-pack for later and walked to my solitary room somewhere.

     After my head cleared from the coffee, I rolled a doobie and laid back to wait for the Sunday football games to start. Later on after my second can of beer, I was feeling pretty mellow so it was time to roll another one, relax and finally have my breakfast of cookies and two or three Twinkies. Some game was under way and I watched a sideline conference of some kind when I was hit with an epiphany. Suddenly I thought "these are grown men making a huge income from playing a game and pretending it's worth taking seriously whether one side or the other wins or loses."

     Since that afternoon, I've never been able to care who wins or loses because I don't gamble and it's not going to make one iota of difference in my life. So I now can enjoy the skill exhibited by individual players no matter the fate of the whole team. At least one time in my life a drug made a positive future for me. Unfortunately my days of smoking anything are over for me due to a lung problem. As a result of smoking. Lungs make no distinction of what one smokes. They don't like any smoke at all.

Trump and Hitler

     I keep reading comparisons of Trump and Hitler. But I see it seldom goes deeper than superficial stereotypes of Germans and Americans. My great grandparents came to America from Germany just prior to the Civil War in the mid 1800's. None of them took sides or fought in that war. Family lore says they did not believe in slavery and refused to employ people in bondage, Every person who worked on their farms was paid a fair wage, be they black, Mexican or white. I feel justly proud of my ancestors and have always tried to carry on their tradition.

     Many of my relatives stayed in Germany and those in both here and there were caught up in wars not of their choosing. The fact is that my great grandfather and his brother were draft dodgers and came here rather than fight in Austria. They were the real German people, not the rabble and trash assembled by Hitler. Trump is a lot like Hitler except his rabble and trash hate Black people instead of Jews. In Germany they called them Nazis. Here they haven't settled on a name yet as they seem to be mostly conservatives, republicans or just simply idiots. Neo-Nazis is usually suggested.
I think the Deplorable Party might be a good name.

     I think it was some WW2 politician who said governments go to war and drag reluctant people along who just want it over with so they can go home to their family and farm in peace. I think that's kind of a universal feeling among sane populations.

    

Dream of Trump Arrested. Unpaid lawyer not available.

      I've been arrested several times in the course of my life. I've never been indicted or convicted of a felony although I've been arrested and spent a few days in jail several times. It will never happen to Mr. Trump although I enjoy envisioning him going through the booking in process for black people, Mexicans or poor people like me.

     First he will lose the laces out of his thousand dollar Italian shoes. Then he'll be taken to a room where he will have to put all his fine clothes in a wire basket. Next they will do a cavity search in which he will have to bend over and spread his cheeks for a finger in his anus and a flash light illuminating the area. If he gets smart with them, they will do the anal probe prior to the oral cavity. Then he'll be issued a prison uniform made of rough cotton.  Then he'll be told to get a pallet for sleeping and be directed to a 6 man cell with 14 people inside on pallets spread over the concrete floor. The barred door will be slammed with enough force and noise to be heard across the street.

     Things like this never happen to the average person who doesn't join protests, work with shady characters who abscond with money I signed checks for, hire lawyers who don't show up for trial, tend bar at a topless dance club, shoot it out with a home invader, spend weekends at a nudist camp or run a nightclub in New Orleans and finally get involved with drug dealers in California.

     Finally a little over thirty years ago, my excess testosterone finally ran out. I settled down here in Houston with a beautiful wife I've been true to ever since. I've lived in Dallas, San Antonio, Houston, Louisiana, California, New York, New Jersey and Michigan. I wouldn't trade any of those experiences that made me who I am.

Chromium Balls

Steel Balls

     It's often said of a strong man that he has balls of steel.  Luckily our president has balls of Chromium.  On a Mohs scale, this is the hardest metal, far stronger than steel ranking just below diamond for hardness.  With all the crap he has to deal with, he needs just that.  From the republican castrati whose scrotums must be stuffed with cotton wool and belly button lint.  They scream and shriek like school girls whenever Obama does what they are afraid to do.  They issue all sorts of threats and dire predictions; none of which actually happen.  As Shakespeare once wrote, it's "a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."  Exactly what the United States Congress has become.  So sad. 

      So now we are going to vote for and elect a woman to replace Obama. She probably doesn't have testicles but then she starts even with her opposition, he of the little hands. I once worked in a company headed by a man named Leo with an office manager named Bob. I will never forget an altercation in the plant with a disgruntled man who was threatening someone. When Leo heard, he jumped up and exclaimed "if he wants a fight, I'll give him one" followed by "get out there Bob and put him down."

     Every time I remember this incident, I can just picture Trump saying "if she wants a fight, I'll give her one" followed by "get out there Mike and put her down." I expect to hear a variation of this next Monday night at the first debate. There may not be a second debate as Donald Trump crawls back under the rock he came from.

Birthday Blues. My 78th today.

      I'm kind of blue realizing that I'm on the downward section of this roller coaster of life. Where the bottom flat track leads is anyone's guess. But inexorably I'm going to find out sooner rather than later.

     If I had to live my life over, I would never change anything. I can see now some opportunities I didn't jump on that might have led to some other end game but the truth is I'm well satisfied and happy that it all led here. Finally with a woman I love and who loves me. Who could ask for more.
When hot winds come, I'm under a cooling fan inside.

      I've been a Dad to seven children and I think I've fulfilled the biblical admonition to "be fruitful and multiply." At least I did my best. My paternal family genes end in the early eighties while my maternal family genes last well into the nineties. It's a crapshoot which dominant genes I inherited. I'd be happy to just split the difference.

     I have a living will somewhere I need to locate that if my mind is gone, let my body go too. There's no point in living beyond that point. I once knew a man who played an ultimate practical joke by writing a will that left all his friends ten thousand dollars each. At the reading, they learned he had no money, he just wanted them all together one last time.










 

More Republcan Insanity. Arizona sex crime law targerts diaper changers.

     Arizona's supreme court upholds state law making care givers, sex offenders if they touch a child's penis,vagina and/or anus with their hands. This first noted here on Kos by a poster. As hard as it was to believe, I checked the Arizona law myself and learned that I was lucky to not live in Arizona as I would be charged along with my wife as serial sex offenders by cleaning seven children's genitals while changing their soiled diapers.

     How anyone except the lowest life form would be sexually aroused at the sight and smell of a dirty diaper and shit smeared immature genitals is unbelievable. It does however illustrate the Republican mindset regarding sex and arousal.

     The tragedy here is the time wasted on a non-existent problem when there are so many issues that need attention by an Arizona legislature. Voting irregularities, immigration and discrimination to list just a few. Guns and a vote against Donald Trump should overshadow any discussion of sexual proclivities Republicans are obsessed with.

Minor Parties

      I cannot understand why anyone outside of the two major parties would announce their candidacy for president of the United States. What is their motivation? To me it's like hunting big game with a 22 rifle. Or a high school football team trying to play the Chicago Bears. Both are lose-lose situations. Surely Gary Johnson and Jill Stein really know they cannot possibly win.

     Are their egos so inflated they really think an asphalt roadway will produce a lawn if they throw enough seeds on it. Surely neither one is that dumb. And speaking of dumb, their donors and supporters don't take any prizes home. The Green Party and the Libertarians have been around like forever and obviously don't believe in reproduction.

      Is money at the root of it? If I donated enough for these candidates to pay filing fees in all fifty states and take plane trips to the wrong event location and doesn't know Aleppo is a city in Syria. I would be a lot more strident about seeing some tax returns. Libertarians could set up funds to pay fines for driving without a  license from the state government. Do they pay taxes? The Green Party could go plant some trees instead of wasting money on lost causes. As a matter of fact, they would best serve America by both planting trees instead of dabbling in politics.

Home Chapter 17

Jim
      Jim finally made the decision he could no longer abide Des having to support both of them being in poor health herself from sheer exhaustion and a recurrence of the arthritis that afflicted her spine and hips. Leaving in the only way possible now, he crawled down the path, past the old tent and seeing the snag that had dumped him into the flood water so many months ago. Over the big log, through the brush and out to the service road. A light rain began falling and he was thankful he had wrapped his personal effects in layers of plastic sheeting. He was short of breath and his chest was hurting as he crawled a few feet, stopped to get his breath and resumed crawling a few more feet. He finally reached the last obstacle before the open field, a 12 foot wide mud covered construction road. slogging through was the only way over. He finally reached the open field in sight of a strip center and by shouting and waving from his knees was able to attract one of the workers who had met and recognized him and called 911 for an ambulance. He was loaded and taken to the emergency ward of a nearby hospital. He was diagnosed with pneumonia, a flare up of his copd, exhaustion and dehydration. He was admitted and spent over three weeks fighting to regain control. He was transferred to a rehab center where he spent three weeks gaining strength and learning to use his new wheelchair. Then he found a personal care home, moved there and lived in a room up to now.

    Destiny
      She had gained so much self-confidence and self-reliance over  these months as well as freedom that now she opted to refuse going to some shelter or home but stay in the woods in a smaller tent across the highway. A social worker helped her get her Social Security Disability, Medicare and Medicaid reinstated now that we no longer lived together. She and Jim kept track of each other through their son now working his way through college in another city. Once they settled they began talking regularly over the phone. Her mother passed away this year and she moved out of her tent and into the place her mother had occupied. They talk every day, see each other as often as possible and will always occupy a special place in each others heart.

Pleasure Principle

Pleasure principle

     There are some things built into the human brain.  A conscience, an innate sense of right and wrong is not one of them.  The first thing that forms I  think Freud called the Id; I call it the pleasure principle. The Freudian model of a human mind consists of the Id, unrestrained search for some desire; the Ego which grows in strength until it controls the Id and makes it possible to live with other beings, and the Super Ego also getting stronger and called a conscience, a sense of right and wrong.

     The Id is part and parcel of our personal fantasy world.  The things and feelings we really want to do or experience but are constrained by laws, religion or society.  Our Id set free to roam at will in imagination.  Our inner happiness depends on how much of our fantasy world we can bring into reality without hurting our self or anyone else.  Sexual impulses are the strongest force in the human mind and body.  Nature made it so to insure reproduction.

    I'm reminded of the angry old lady who called the police to report a man exposing himself and masturbating.  When the police couldn't see him, she explained "you have to climb this fence, go halfway up the ladder on this water tower and use these 20 power binoculars and there he is, plain as day and I'm offended."  Actually both the unknown man and the old lady fulfilled their fantasy world, both were happy and no one got hurt.  This is the way life should be - nobody hurt.

Home Chapter 16

          The sporadic rains continued for a time as Spring came to a close. Robo had taken a tarp that had covered our flooded tent and constructed a canopy that kept the rain away from our front door and created a dry area to sit outside even it was raining. Robo was a strange duck. He could be your best friend one day and turn into your worst affliction depending on his alcohol intake and his immersion in his own delusions. He cleaned up his flooded area and continued living close by. Ron, on the other hand entered an extended rehab program and was seen no more.

     We were wakened every morning by a pair of Cardinals talking to each other as the male checked the area for predators before giving his mate a tweet that it was ok for her to come down. She came and sat on a twig in some low bushes. He went down on the ground and looked over the food Des had left out for them last night. He finally selected a choice morsel and flew up to her and passed it from his beak to hers. He repeated this numerous times until she was satisfied, then he made one more trip to eat himself. Seeing this act of love between two birds set the tone for the rest of the day.
Finally a flock of Blue Jays arrived and their noisy and raucous chatter caused every animal or bird left to disappear.

     Oscar had been up for some time urging Des to get dressed and get started with their morning walk. As soon as the door was unzipped he bolted for the path. Des had to call him to stop and come back for his leash. He came shaking with anticipation as his leash was attached and they set off down the trail. Halfway to their destination they had to cross a street. She had to stop Oscar once to be careful and showing his intelligence and understanding, the next time he stopped and looked for traffic on his own before crossing. At last they came to the Walmart store where his friends worked. He gave out his loudest arrival bark that was heard all through the store. Workers came out and greeted him every morning and looked forward to meeting him. It seemed he made a new friend every time he came out and he recognized every one of them and shook with excitement whenever he saw someone he knew. At last they headed home and crossed an empty field before the woods. After entering the field Des removed his leash and said run Oscar, run like the wind. He joyously obeyed and left as fast as he could go, across the field, up the service road to the opening in the bushes that led to the path home, jumped a log across the trail and entered the path up the hill. Jim could see him coming at least sixty feet away, ears flapping like a bird's wings about to take off. He slid to a stop under the canopy waiting for Des to give him breakfast.

     All too soon as it does for all of God's creatures, age crept up on him. His joyful prancing around Des became a painful walk. At last God in his mercy called him home. He lay beside Jim and with the last of his strength crawled to Des and took his last breath with her hands holding him. Jim and Des cried the rest of that terrible night. The next day or so, Des helped with his burial and decorated his grave. We tried to go on with life but the impetus wasn't there any more, We realized more and more that Oscar had been the glue that held everything together. Jim's health was failing as was Des's. We had to make some hard decisions sooner rather than later.