Sep 22, 2024

September 22, 2024: Sane-Washing, Musings of a Madman, In Broad Daylight

 

That was a real shit show”

----CNN reporter Dana Bash following the first Biden-tRUMP debate in 2020


That was in 2020. Four years later we find such refreshing honesty long gone. She co-anchored the debate with Jake Tapper on June 27th between Biden and Trump by launching a tough hard-hitting question directed at Biden on inflation, wholly ignoring the causes nor putting the issue in context of world wide economic conditions. The rest of the debate saw both Bash and Tapper sit in silence as Disgustus, unchallenged, rattled off lie after lie. Caesar told the nation that Democrats favored late term abortions, even into the 9th month, even up until birth, hell even after birth where doctors discuss killing the newborn. It's a lie, a lie he repeated, with a straight face, in this month's debate with Harris, only to be called out for it. Now he cries he has been treated unfairly for not being able to lie to the American people.


He lied about immigration, claiming over 20 million people have been allowed into this country since Biden took office. That number, though suspect, is an estimate of the total number of undocumented migrants in this country 79 percent of whom got here before 2014.


He told the nation that parents drop their kids off at school only to discover up their return a couple of days later, that they have been given a sex change operation. This is as if the school nurse, every school nurse, has an operating table and the skills to do so.


No matter, the scum just rabbits on.


He lied 34 times, by some counts, in 90 minutes during his debate with Biden, completely unchallenged by the 'moderators'.


Despite the 'spin' by Disgustus and his minions tRUMP, on substance, lost the debate with Biden. In fact Biden's polling numbers went up a point or two after the debate. What did old Joe in was the post debate coverage. Yes the delivery by the president was dismal enough, but the post debate coverage started an avalanche of calls for him to step down.


No such calls can be heard, now nearly two weeks after Disgustus shit himself in his last debate with Harris.


The charge that the press is 'liberal' has always been a lie; and the double standard in its treatment of the candidates from each party has been fully on display in the ways in which the media covers the aging of each party's leading candidates. The Democrats are excoriated for the temerity of putting forward an 83 year old man who can speak in complete sentences; the ReSCUMlicans are given a pass for nominating a 78 year demented, mentally ill fool who rambles aimlessly on for no other reason than he is mesmerized by the sound of his own voice.


It is called “Word Salad” and a new term has been coined to describe the media's reaction to his gibberish: “Sane-Washing”. One can see it when the networks invite surrogates to interpret the babble. One can see it in the coverage of this gibberish where columnists 'interpret' what the damn fool says in an effort to put a sheen of logic or purpose upon his foolishness. Even as they call it 'Sane-Washing', they then go about putting lipstick on the pig; they go about the very act of 'Sane-Washing' Donald tRUMP.


So now we have Dana Bash complaining that Harris is found lacking when it comes to 'substance'. That her lack of 'policy' is her Achilles heel that will sink her campaign. Bash has lost herself in the mire, for she can no longer see substance when it stands before her in broad daylight.


Imprison the Bastard.


September 19, 2024: Depravity of Disgustus, Blood Libel, Message is Clear

 

The depravity of Caesar Disgustus knows no bounds. There are no known depths to which he will not go as he snorkels in the septic tank of American politics. I put before you exhibit 1001 or thereabouts, the charge that illegal Haitian immigrants are killing and eating the pets of Springfield, Ohio and Venezuelan gags have taken over large sections of Aurora, Wyoming.


None of this is, of course, true. He's been told it isn't true. The woman who started the rumor about the pets in Springfield has since apologized claiming she never thought it would be picked up and made into an issue in the presidential campaign. Like most of us, she underestimated the depravity of Caesar Disgustus.


But Disgustus is a stable genius. Just ask him. A 'genius' is never wrong. It follows that no apologies are ever required or offered. Indeed, Disgustus in typical knee-jerk, or is it just plain jerk, fashion proceeds with the inevitable doubling, tripling and quadrupling down. So it is no surprise to find the jackass repeating with a straight face these bold-faced lies in Pennsylvania, Michigan, Boston following the dog-eared playbook of every fascist since Hitler that the more outrageous the lie, and the more often repeated, the more believable it is.


So the contagion spreads. Soon the internet is lit up with hapless Maggots and Russian trolls repeating the nonsense with wholly predictable consequence. Bomb and death threats inundate the community closing schools, hospitals, City Hall, even the god-damned Registry of Motor Vehicles. Now Disgustus tells his acolytes that he is going to Springfield and that he may never return....you divine the meaning.


The question is why is he doing this? He's doing it because he is desperate. He knows he is losing this election and justice stands waiting at the end of the campaign trail. Harris is within 4 in Iowa. Biden lost Iowa by 8 percentage points four years ago, was down by 14 when he withdrew from the contest. She is up by 1 or 2 percent in North Carolina, even in Georgia, and within the margins of error in Florida and Texas. He's scared shitless.


This attack on immigrants is a form of “blood libel”, a reference to European justifications for pogroms against the Jews and Gypsies in the Middle Ages. In this case pets are substituted for children; but if this campaign drags on long enough we will soon be there. It is an outrageous and dangerous game he is playing, a form of stochastic terrorism which has already forced the community to take drastic steps to defend itself.


It matters not to Disgustus who needs an issue, any issue, to demonize the 'other'; and the more outrageous the better. The Nazi's held that the more outrageous the lie the more believable, I guess because that being so outrageous, it must be true. It also makes it difficult, once one has nailed one's trousers to the mast, to climb back down. It helps keep the 'true believer' in line, It is also a loyalty test in the run-up to Election Day when tRUMP will predictably claim fraud and that the election was, once again, stolen from him.


This is best demonstrated by what happened to Linsey Graham the ReSCUMlickan senator from South Carolina. Lindsey had, in a previous life, been a close friend of John McCain. But Graham was never a leader, always a follower; never the Hero, but the Hero's best friend. So when McCain got sick and passed away, poor Lindsey got lost finally wandering down the rabbit hole into Maggotland.


More accurately, he was pushed into it. Back in 2015 in the lead-in to the primaries, Lindsey momentarily had a conscience. He called tRUMP out for the fraud he was and is. He said he had no convictions, that he had no morals, that he would be the end of the Republican Party. Disgustus retaliated by announcing Lindsey's phone number in a speech which lit up Graham's cell phone. The point was clear. I will invade your space, your privacy. I will reveal information about you should you get out of line.


Come insurrection day and Lindsey took to the senate floor to denounce tRUMP and told the nation that it had been a long and sometimes fruitful journey but he had had enough. His resolve lasted for as long as it took for him to go to the airport and be assaulted by a couple of irate Maggots on his way back home.


Now Graham finds himself once again in the cross hairs. Always in need of relevance, he went on television following the debate and announced that tRUMP's performance had been a disaster.


Now Disgustus has taken into his fold another who resides at the intersection of politics and mental illness, one Laura Loomer. The latest proto-fascist to enter the enclave at Mar-a-Lardo responded on 'shitter' now known as 'X' alleging Graham's homosexuality, telling him that it is 2024 and he can come out of the 'closet', declaring “I like men too, we have something in common”.


For Graham, who represents bed-rock conservative South Carolina, this is very damaging indeed.


The message to fellow ReSCUMlicans is clear: get out of line and this is what is going to happen to you.


There are no known depths.


Imprison the Bastard.


Sep 20, 2024

September 18, 2024: Caravans are Coming, A Catch Basin, Nothing About Everything

 

It is the bi-annual caravan season. One can tell an election is upon us as the ReSCUMlickans are doing their bi-annual and quadrennial song and dance about hordes of brown scum about to inundate our shores, a veritable “invasion”, in Disgustus' disgusting phraseology of criminals, madmen, rapists and murderers about to violate every white woman north of the Rio Grande. 

 To this end, Caesar Disgustus seeks to divert attention from his very bad debate performance by claiming illegal Haitian immigrants have taken over Springfield, Ohio and Mexican gangs have taken control of a large section of Aurora, Colorado. None of this is true. The Haitians were invited here by the community are are working here lawfully under a work permit. The 'gangs' in Aurora came into being when a property management company, seeking to evade regulations, claimed that they couldn't do the needed repairs because Latino gangs had taken control of the property. 

 This didn't prevent our erstwhile ReSCUMlickan candidates from blowing all this out of proportion in attempts to scare the hell out of the electorate and create yet another distraction involving the dehumanization of whole segments of the population in the classic exercise of 'divide and rule.' We can expect more of this as certain defeat looms near and they become increasingly desperate. 

 There are no known depths to the mendacity and depravity of Caesar Disgustus and his Boy Blunder. Vance, yet another escapee from the fascist asylum known as Yale Law School has openly confessed to making up stories if it serves his purposes. Disgustus, of course, brought this up in the debate claiming that, in all innocence, he had seen reports on television, no doubt Fox or Faux “News”, or Newsmax, or god knows where. Disgustus, a known catch basin for the flotsam and jetsam of contemporary culture is not known for his skills involving resource evaluation.

 Critical thinking is well beyond his limited intellectual abilities. He knows nothing about everything and cannot evaluate his information sources. This makes him very dangerous indeed, should he once again stink up the Oval Office.

Imprison the Bastard. 

September 17, 2024: tRUMP Contagion, Cancer on the Republic, Running for his Life

 

Conventional wisdom has it that Caesar Disgustus isn't the problem; he's but a symptom of the problem; he didn't invent the modern ReSCUMlickan Party, but merely revealed to us what it has become. Hell, I've even, on several occasions in these columns, made the point myself.

 But recent commentary by Brandi Lee, a psychologist affiliated with a group of psychiatrists and psychologists who, along with over two dozen other psychiatric professionals, wrote a book several years ago diagnosing tRUMP, has put his pathologies in a bit of a different light. According to Dr. Lee, tRUMP's mental illness can spread throughout society as an air-borne illness can spread. Citing the infection spreading to his base, then to members of congress, then to the federal bench, then to law enforcement agencies, the media and nearly every other institution all of whom have not only failed to hold him accountable, but have outright enabled him. 

 There are many examples of this, too many to catalog. Suffice it to say that the courts shredding the Constitution by neutering the 14th amendment provision barring insurrectionists from running for president, granting the president—with this 'president' in mind—total unlimited immunity, including assassinating his political opponents while in office. The disease now runs through the lymph nodes of the Republic. 

This week the F.O.P., or Fraternal Order of Police, the nation's largest police union, officially endorsed the convicted felon for President of the United States. It is one thing for a group of brown shirts to proudly stand behind this orange turd in a parking garage in Howell, Michigan. It is quite another for their national Union so do so. 

 Dr. Lee tells us that the remedy is to remove Disgustus from society altogether. I have been saying much the same thing for nearly four years now, contending that he should have been arrested on Inauguration Day 2021, as he was leaving Washington and held pending his several trials. This would have accomplished three desperately needed goals: 1. It would have put an immediate end to the endless legal maneuvering and delays. 2. It would have eliminated any future presidential run by Disgustus. 3. It would have removed Disgustus from society at large, giving us all immediate relief from the stench that surrounds this steaming pile of political pig shit. 

 Dr. Lee tells us that once the cancer is removed the patient begins to quickly recover. A return to 'normalcy', to borrow a phrase coined a century ago by another rogue ReSCUMlickan 'president' Warren G. Harding. The French, it should be noted, were forced into a similar realization a bit over two centuries ago when they realized that they had to quarantine Napoleon on St. Helen's Island in the middle of the South Atlantic and keep him under permanent guard in order to prevent his return. 

 So it is here. Disgustus has serially violated every one of the conditions of his freedom since he has been indicted in several jurisdictions for a myriad of crimes. It is time to incarcerate him. I suggest that this is precisely his fate. Judge Merchan has announced that his sentencing for 34 felony convictions will be after the November election. I suppose that the reason for this is that if he wins the convictions will be mute. If he loses, he will no longer have the protection of the presidency nor the canard of being a candidate for the office. Therefore, the state can move with dispatch to rid itself of this jackass. Disgustus is running for his life and, as he faces a growing prospect of defeat, he is becoming more and more unhinged. 

 Imprison the Bastard. 

Sep 17, 2024

September 10, 2024: Jackass in a Hailstorm, Like a Rented Mule, Pop Up the Corn Martha

 

Disgustus looked like a Jackass left out in a hailstorm”

----Quotations of Chairman Joe


The tables were turned on Caesar Disgustus. It was an event long anticipated. For as soon as old Joe retired from the arena, all eyes were transfixed upon Kamala and, by god, we knew what was in store for the school yard bully. “Pop up the corn, Martha,” said I. “This is going to be good”.


Disgustus has been beating his chest for weeks, telling his Maggots that she was low I.Q. (a little projection there little Donny?); that she was somehow illegitimate; that she wasn't up for the task at hand. It was a classic debating error: lowering the bar so low that it is not difficult to meet expectations. The Democrats did that with Reagan in 1980. They did it again with “Ole Two-Cows” in 2000. Disgustus and his Maggots made the same mistake this time. All Kamala had to do was show up and speak in complete, cogent sentences to meet expectations.


She did more than that. She beat Donald tRUMP like a rented mule. It was, as Harris had framed the contest, between the prosecutor and the convict. She goaded him into a demented, howling rage laying rake after rake before him and, being tRUMP, he proceeded to step on every one of them.


Now there are only two possible outcomes when one steps on a rake. The first is that the tines puncture your shoes and embed themselves in your foot. The second is that the handle of the rake comes up and hits you in the face. Both occurred to the most haplessly and helplessly ignorant man ever to stand before the American people on the national political stage.


It began innocently enough. Kamala was a bit nervous in the opening moments. Disgustus was, for Disgustus, cogent and relaxed. Then the wheels came off the wagon.


She told him that he was fired by 81 million Americans. This stung the former star of The Apprentice whose signature line “you're fired” has once again become a refrain, referencing Harris, on the campaign trail.


She told him, citing military generals who served in his administration, that he was a disgrace.


And, perhaps most importantly, she mocked the size of his crowds, inviting her followers to attend his rallies and witness the dwindling attendance and to behold people walking out, bored and disgusted, in the middle of his speeches.


Already back on his heels and against the ropes, Disgustus flew into a blind, frothing rage accusing Harris of paying people to attend her rallies and of busing in supporters. A little projection there Donnie? All the while, on split screen, Harris stood with her hand under her chin with a look on her face that said “oh, you poor hapless bastard, isn't it time for psychiatric intervention?”


In her first speech to the nation she told tRUMP that if he had something to say to her, he should “say it to my face”. He couldn't bring himself to do that. He didn't have the courage. Instead he stood hunched over the podium, looking down and away, angry and afraid, squirming like his Maggots under the hot light of cross-examination.


Harris is Disgustus' kryptonite. She is everything he fears and loathes. She is a woman. She is Black. She is well-spoken. Foremost she is, far more than tRUMP, intelligent and competent. And this is what galls him the most


Sixty one million Americans watched as Kamala Harris administered a beating to the schoolyard bully and Caesar Disgustus shit himself to his socks. A grateful nation rejoiced as she did what no one else in the political arena has been able, all these long years, to do: kick him in his crowd size.


Immediately upon conclusion Harris called for another debate. Disgustus was heard to echo the whimper of Roberto Duran: “No Mas”.


Imprison the Bastard.




Sep 10, 2024

September 4, 2024: Cultural Lag, Return to the 'Farm', Violence Comes Home

 

When hands outrun the wisdom of the mind.”

----Grandmother


Grandmother was, in one of her poems, observing what has become known to us as cultural lag; that is, the inability of society to keep up with, and to timely adapt to, technological innovation. It is at moments like these that I return to the 'farm' (1) and to the lessons taught so long ago.


I recall one sojourn when I was young. I had yet to reach my teens, perhaps when I was 10, grandmother, in all earnestness, for she was nothing if not in earnest, inquired whether or not I thought there was such a thing as mental illness. I replied, in not the first blush of youth, that I didn't know, that I hadn't given it much consideration. As I recall this was in reference to a conversation about capital punishment and the insanity defense, a topic which hadn't troubled my youthful innocence and about which she felt an urgent introduction. Grandmother was like that.


Let me ask you this”, she began in Socratic dialogue, “how many people have you known or observed are perfect physical specimens?”


Grasping for an answer I blurted out “not many I suppose”.


Precisely!” she exclaimed, confirming her suspicions that underneath the exterior of this little barbarian a thinking human being did indeed reside ;that his parochial upbringing had not yet done irreparable damage; that the Lutherans had not quite extinguished the flame. (3)


It was an affirmation that has nurtured me, over the intervening decades, through thick and thin.


But I digress. It was also a revelation that, perhaps, this place is a giant madhouse; that maybe the protestants were right that man is, if not intrinsically evil, hopelessly mad. From that day forward the world assumed a different hue. Later, as I would reflect upon the imparted wisdom, I would ask myself “and we are about to arm this population? How could the Supreme Court be so stupid? Have they not beheld their countrymen?” It was then then that I was given to understand that there is nothing more dangerous than the True Believer except, of course, True Believers with a guns.


I bring this up because yesterday yet another act of senseless violence erupted in my adopted home in Georgia. It was close to home. I lived for several years in Winder, Georgia. My late wife was from there, many of my in-laws still reside therein


Winder, originally named “Jug Tavern” before some railroad Magnate appropriated the place as his own, is located on the Atlanta Highway about equidistant between Atlanta and Athens. It is the hometown of the late Senator Richard Russell, mentor to Lyndon Johnson and staunch segregationist who tried to filibuster Civil Rights legislation in the mid 1960s. It is also a town whose public High School sports teams are known as the Bulldoggs, with two 'g's. That's right, they can't even spell 'dog' properly, you know, god spelled backwards. As one would suspect it's politics are decidedly reactionary and ReSCUMlickan. Elections are held in Baptist churches, despite an abundance of public buildings in which one could easily exercise the franchise. I always felt a bit soiled when I went to vote as so too, I am certain, did the Lord.


I left Winder for Athens in 2007, just in time to see the rise of Obama on the horizon. In Winder Rush Limbaugh and Alex Jones were all the rage; reaction was triumphant as White Southern Baptism, albeit with some reluctance, was about the process of accepting a Mormon in the White House if it meant barring the “Niggrah” at the door.


Winder is to Athens, as Howell is to Ann Arbor. That is, a hotbed of ignorance and reaction living in the shadows of Citadels of learning and culture. To travel the short distance down the Atlanta Highway through Statham and Bogart to Athens is to emerge from darkness into broad daylight, similar to the experience of driving down Highway 24 from Howell to Ann Arbor.


Winder has become a scene of tragedy, both personally and, now, nationally. Caught up in the hermetically sealed wrong-wing 'bubble” of Southern Baptism and Fox “News”, my wife's family dealt with the pandemic as one would expect in a community where tRUMP reigns supreme, where the pandemic is a “Democrat Hoax”, that it would “magically disappear” and, in any case, the Lord will watch over you and protect. My late wife's family has a long history of diabetes and related diseases which renders those of us of certain age vulnerable. Her niece, having been diagnosed with the disease, nevertheless showed up at a Thanksgiving Day dinner and passed COVID to her Uncle. He died several weeks later.


It could only be a matter of time before this nation's epidemic of Gun Violence would strike home.

Yesterday was the day. Some 14 year old with an assault rifle shot and killed two teachers and two students injuring another 9 in the process. This is a jurisdiction where cultural and political proclivities have come home to roost. This is what happens when one votes consistently against reason and science; where one sends idiots to represent them in Congress and the State Legislature; where weapons of war outrun the mental capacity of those who wield them. It is a sad tale, where the politics of ignorance and mendacity finally come to the homeland. It is a tale told in too often and in too many places here in America.


Imprison the Bastard.