October 29, 2025: The Great Vandal, Fait Accompli, Golden Swine

 

“We are citizens, not subjects; we have presidents, not kings.”

----Quotations of Chairman Joe

“Executive Mansion, Washington D.C.”

This would have been the heading from any communication from the Lincoln administration or any administration in the 19^th century. From its inception to sometime early in the 20^th century what has become known as the “White House” was known simply as “The Executive Mansion”. The choice of nomenclature is revealing. The White House is a mansion, not a palace. It is the residence and offices of the nation's Chief Executive, not a potentate. We are a republic, not a monarchy; we are citizens, not subjects.

In this context, the “People's House” is, by comparison to 'presidential palaces' say for instance in Russia, or the regal domicile of Buckingham Palace, a rather modest structure. John Erlichmann, of the Nixon administration, once remarked that on his first day on the job he looked out the window of his White House office and realized that he was operating out of a house. It is, by comparison a rather humble, but elegant structure. It is so by design. It is the people's HOUSE!.

A great deal of thought went into it, from the original architect to the Palladian railings along the roof, a touch included in the original plans by Jefferson to Truman's balcony added during the his administration as the White House, then about to collapse, was rebuilt and restored to its original luster.

It is balanced, as the East and West wing compliment each other in intentionally understated symmetry.

This has been destroyed.

The great vandal, the malignant narcissist, the real estate despoiler, has vandalized our national treasure. In the dead of night, he has destroyed the East Wing of the White House in order to build in its place a 90,000 square foot tribute to his corruption, a ballroom in which the high and mighty may come to be fleeced as they pay tribute to the almighty one. It promises to dwarf the original structure, dimensions sure to enshrine the golden swine permanently into the psyche of the nation. An indellible” mark upon our national consciousness, much as a sledge hammer or wrecking ball upon the skull of America.

The “tRUMP Ballroom” it is to be called, a gaudy, garish, gouache edifice; a trailer-trash idea of grandeur, a pimping out of the “people's house” now made to resemble a New Orleans bordello. It is, in its own way, a monument to Caesar Disgustus; a disgusting tribute to the nation's foremost political whore.

As if this gilded, gold-plated, obscenity weren't bad enough, tRUMP has hauled out a model of an Arch, an imitation of the Arc de Triomphe; the Triumphal Arch built by Napoleon to commemorate his victories during the Napoleonic Wars. Our Disgusting Caesar wishes to do to our nation's capital what the SCAMWAY boys did to Grand Rapids, Michigan. One can go nowhere within the city without encountering the names of DeBoss and Van Scandal. So it will be with Washington as the obscenity of this maladministration will be forever imprinted upon the nation's capital. One can imagine this obscenity towering over the Lincoln Memorial. What would be placed atop the artifice? Lady liberty? Perhaps a Golden Swine. The Arc de cochan d'or; The Arc of the Golden Swine. A fitting replacement for the ancient Golden Calf before which the Maggots can gather and weep.  

Rick Wilson author of “Whatever Trump Touches Dies”, has declared in his podcast “The Elephant in the Room”, that the next administration must rectify this obscenity. Wilson declared that every Democratic candidate must promise to bulldoze this monstrosity, eradicate ever particle of it, reduce it to gravel and dump it in the ocean and restore the White House to its previous splendor.

Precisely. Every bit of his golden pastiche, this cheap regal imitation must be eradicated; every executive order must be erased; every bill passed by his rubber-stamp congressional sycophants must be repealed; every vestige of his existence, including what he did during the first maladministration must be undone.

Caesar Disgustus is a carbuncle upon the nose of our favorite Uncle Sam. It is long since past time to do something about it. The next Democratic Administration must understand that there is no 'return to normal'. A national cleansing is in order here. Disgustus and his minions must be prosecuted and imprisoned.

Impeach, Convict, Remove from Office, Prosecute, Convict, Imprison.

October 4, 2025: Beautiful New Hampshire, Good To Be Back, This Is God's Country

 

My wife and I find ourselves back in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. It is the color season and although spectacular the annual autumn display is a bit subdued this year. This is due to a drought in the region, the rivers are very low and the streams are about dried up. Nevertheless, it is good to be back. It has been 8 years since I have last walked this terrain.

I was introduced to this region 50 years ago. My brother and I were bringing my son back to his mother in Worcester, Mass when we decided to head north and see Mount Washington, the highest peak in the Northeast United States. Here we set out to climb Mount Mooselacki one late afternoon only to realize that not only is the mountain higher than we had reckoned but the sun sets an hour earlier at this end of the time zone. A rather hurried descent was called for and we made it back to our car just a bit after dark. One can only imagine sleeping on the cold ground with no cover overnight because of some rudimentary miscalculations. I didn't make that same mistake again

The next time I arrived, I was prepared. About two thousand dollars of hiking equipment, backpack, cook stove, sleeping bag, tent, the works and we were ready. Accompanied by one of my ex wives, we ascended Mount Garfield. It was one of the great experiences of my life. I climbed up on an outcropping of granite and beheld the Franconia Ridge jutting up out of the clouds below and, looking to my east, Mount Washington high above the clouds. It was some sight, watching the clouds roll over the lower terrain while one watched from the overlook beneath my feet. We soldiered on, as they say, climbing Mt. Lafayette and further South along the ridge, descending past the AMC (Appalachian Mountain Club) hut near the Lake of the Clouds. This was in 1980 about this time of year.

We returned again a year later and hiked the trail from the south up the ridge. The colors were spectacular. I've never seen anything like it. On a clear day the yellow, orange, auburn, red and green panorama would literally leap out at you in the bright sunshine. The last day we spent on the ridge we awoke to two inches of snow on our tent. When we had completed our descent we were greeted by highways full of tourists, traffic literally bumper-to-bumper as people from all over New England and, indeed, the world come to see this annual spectacle.

I've been back since. My wife and I were here 8 years ago, and reached the peak of Mount Washington via the Cog Railway. This being my second trip up the mountain via the train. I had previously taken my son up the mountain during one of my infrequent visits to the area. It was our first camping experience.

This is god's country. I've heard people who have lived in New England, some former military men who have served here, talk about the scenery here. It is true. An old friend, now departed, who served in the Coast Guard and Merchant Marine and who had traveled the world would rave about it, saying that nothing he had seen, not even Alaska, held a candle to this. He's right. This is god's country.

October 1, 2025: Kimmel Returns, Yet Another Beating, Raise a Glass

 

Jimmy Kimmel is back on the air.

It took only a few days for the media to adjust itself to the reign of terror brought about by the Orange Turd. One would assume that the first amendment prevails here, but one would be sadly mistaken. One would assume that Disney, the parent company of ABC, would have been motivated by principle to re-instate their late-night comedy host. But NOOOOO!

What prevailed here was that the action to suspend Kimmel for making rather mundane commentary around the death of Charlie Kirk, provoked a backlash bordering on a national boycott of all things Disney. Hell, even my uncle canceled his Disney Plus subscription. Reservations at Disney amusement parks, already in the tank thanks to the ill treatment of foreign tourists by this wretched administration, suffered yet another beating.

The awful truth is that neither comedy, decency nor the first amendment prevailed here. What motivated the corporate interests to reinstate Kimmel was a loss of some 14 billion dollars in business due to the ensuing Disney boycott. The people had spoken in the only currency now recognized by this fascist state.

So let us raise a glass to free speech such as it is, or what is left of it; restricted as it is withing the limits of hard, cold, cash.

We shall see how long before our erstwhile Caesar breaks the bonds of the marketplace.

Impeach and Imprison