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.