Author: Elise Patkotak

How the hell did we end up at war with Canada? OK, not a full blown, guns blazing war like we have in our schools but a war of words, anger and – on the part of many Americans – confusion.

I mean, we’re talking Canada here. Some of the nicest people in the world live there. I have always felt safe and secure knowing they were our northern border because Canadians were our friends and I knew they’d fight to keep us safe. Maybe they say the word “about” in a strange fashion but other than that, we are Continue reading →

It has totally dropped out of the national conversation. Which means that Americans are content to have their very own gulag from which there is no escape, no justice and no need to prove any criminal act. You go to Guantanamo and you never come back.

There are prisoners who have been there now for almost 17 years with no trial, no access to any form of justice and no idea of how long we plan to keep them there or if we ever plan to address their case and resolve it.

Is that truly what we want to be Continue reading →

One of the Creamsicle’s sons has claimed that his father’s life is exponentially worse since he entered public life. Well, let me make a suggestion as to how we can end his suffering, especially since Creamsicle’s misery is nothing compared to the misery he has inflicted on a nation.

Get the hell out of our lives!

OK, was that too harsh? Let me try again. Dear melting pile of orange creamsicle goo, perhaps your best choice to eliminate the misery from your life and ours is for you to resign and go into seclusion. Honest, you will still exist even Continue reading →

I grew up in Atlantic City. I lived over my dad’s grocery store which was two blocks away from Convention Hall on the Boardwalk where the Miss America Pageant was held. To say it was a big deal back then is to put it mildly.

People came from all over to cheer their state’s contestant. As kids, we always knew that school started the day after the Miss America parade on the Boardwalk. I spent more than one Saturday night of my childhood watching the show that was happening only a few blocks away and feeling bad about myself because Continue reading →

Every politician, no matter their party affiliation, who is not openly, loudly and swiftly condemning that pile of melted orange creamcicle goo currently sullying the White House as he continues to claim for himself the powers of a tyrant and dictator, is complicit in the downfall of this once great country.

While the Dems are doing their normal level of grumbling and bitching, the Rs seem content to sit quietly and pretend they don’t know POS or what he’s doing. Let me give you a hint… he’s destroying the American dream for immigrants, legal or otherwise. He’s making a mockery Continue reading →

In case you thought you stilled lived in a democracy where you voted for your leaders, there was no royal privilege attached to them and they voluntarily stepped down when defeated, you are wrong. We are now living in a world ruled by tyranny in which a supposedly democratic leader has announced that he can pardon himself of any crime he commits.

So to follow through logically on that… he kills a man while walking down a street in Manhattan. Unless fed up New Yorkers take him down, he is untouchable. Find him guilty of a crime and he’ll just Continue reading →

My feelings about Melania are, to put it mildly, mixed. On the one hand, she married that POS currently sullying the White House voluntarily. Right there we have to question her sanity or morals or values or something. Something definitely wasn’t working when she made that decision.

Then, she clearly slept with him or Baron wouldn’t exist. So for reasons unknown to god or man, she let that melted creamsicle crawl on top of and into her. Just writing that makes me want to barf.

And I’m guessing there are few beyond POS’ insane worshipers who don’t believe that marriage Continue reading →

It’s been so quiet in the house. Both Snowy and Nayla seem very down. They aren’t running around like they usually do. They aren’t playing together. And they aren’t letting me out of their sight. I can’t turn around without tripping over Nayla. They definitely are affected by Carm’s absence. So they are both getting lots of extra hugs and love to help them feel better. Nayla has real separation issues and needs a lot of reassurance that she won’t one day disappear like Carm did. If only I could explain to them what happened.

But I can’t. No more Continue reading →