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In America, he wouldn’t even get a call of thanks

If that man in Paris had scaled Trump Tower instead to rescue an infant, my bet is that the POS currently sullying the White House would not make time to even call him to thank him. Why? Well, just look at the guy. He’s an immigrant. He’s black. He isn’t rich. He isn’t one of about three actors that support POS. He’s not a lobbyist. And, finally, he can’t offer POS financial improvement for the Trump family because he has no connections.

So you can see where this guy would get no respect from POS at all. On the other Continue reading →

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Some simple but good advice

I routinely see articles about the POS currently sullying the White House questioning whether or not he might be lying about something. So let me help you with that question. Is his mouth open? Then he’s lying.

See how simple that was. Eliminates the need to do any research on whatever issue he’s lying about. Because you already know the answer. He lies to his wives. He lies to his mistresses. He lies to his lawyers. He lies to his chief of staff. Why would anyone be surprised that he also lies to the American people?

Honestly, if he told Continue reading →

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Another dog tale

While panicking over the poop coming… or not coming… out of my cockatoo’s butt, I noticed a background sound of Nayla coughing. She sounded like a kid with whooping cough. Except it never bothered her respiration and never seemed to interfere with her food intake (not unusual in this house – your death has to be pretty imminent before the appetite goes). I let it go a day or two and then felt the onset of mother guilt. Since CB’s butt was now considered clear and healed, I felt bad that I hadn’t paid more attention to the three day Continue reading →

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The earth is rebelling

A sink hole under the White House. A volcano erupting in Hawaii.  Already hurricane season in Florida. In case you don’t get it, the earth is vomiting forth its opinion of our leaders’s actions over the past year or so. Its judgement is not positive.

We have seen the POS currently sullying the White House reverse everything President Obama ever did to preserve our earth for future generations. POS is doing everything he can to kiss the ass of his extraction buddies without really giving a damn if he leaves anything but a wasteland for Eric and Don Jr. and Continue reading →

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Diplomacy by impulse… what could go wrong?

It’s no wonder the rest of the world is running from us as fast as they can. We are now conducting international diplomacy with a nuclear power by impulse. If it comes into his head, his tiny little fingers pound it out and hit send without giving it a second thought. I’m guessing that if anyone really wants a fence put up, it’s the rest of the world wanting to put a fence up around us so our insanity doesn’t spread. Ebola outbreaks may be horrifying but they take second place next to POS’ twitter outbreaks.

Oh yeah, speaking of Continue reading →

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And then you get the look

I care for and deeply love three parrots and a cockatoo. I am what might be called an over-the-top bird person. Have been so for almost fifty years.

So I am well aware that birds can be very fragile if they are ill or injured. I am also aware that birds will hide their illness until right before they drop dead so as not to be seen as the weak member of the flock.

Yesterday as I was doing the morning feeding I noticed that my bare-eyed cockatoo, CB, had a dirty, poopy bottom. Birds tend to keep themselves clean Continue reading →

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In my dad’s store, they spoke Italian

I keep thinking of that racist idiot screaming at two women for speaking Spanish in a store in New York. If you’d come to my dad’s grocery store in the 1950s, you would have heard Italian spoken. It didn’t mean my parents or our customers were any less American. For so many, the journey here had not been easy. They had to have wanted it bad. They were fully committed to America.

So they came here and in building a new life in America, they kept some things that gave them comfort in a strange land. And they repaid that Continue reading →

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A sad and troubled family

So Dylan Farrow accuses Woody Allen of molesting her and is backed up by her brother – child genius, Pulitzer Prize winner and probably Frank Sinatra’s son – Ronan Farrow. Then Moses Farrow posts a blog in which he calls his mother, Mia Farrow, the abuser while claiming to be a family counselor.

Don’t know where Moses got his degree but I must say that most family counselors I know would not recommend this as a good way to start healing a family.

I feel sorry for the kids of famous people. It always looks like it would have to Continue reading →

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The end of America’s century

We were looking pretty good for awhile. You know, after the war – and by that I mean the big one, the one we actually declared – but before the Shrub’s administration.

Oh how great life was. The richest people in America paid over 50% of their wealth in taxes and yet still had second homes and yachts. America’s working class could survive on one income. Workers had fought for and achieved benefits like health care and annual leave. Going to college didn’t involve going into a lifetime’s worth of debt. We were young. We were optimistic. We took the Continue reading →

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Abby leaves behind lots of questions

Given this is the age of Me Too, I have to wonder what really happened at NCIS that caused the Abby character to depart. Not only did she depart, but she filmed no scenes with Mark Harmon for the last year or so. Even if they were supposed to be in a scene together, they filmed on different days. That makes me wonder. Makes me wonder a lot.

Remember when Zeva left? It was so weird. One day she’s there, next day she’s resigned. And no reason was ever given. She just disappeared into silent darkness.

Can you say Non Continue reading →