Trump Sees Himself in Mass Murderers

By Karen

“Hatred warps the mind, ravages the heart and devours the soul.”

These words came out of Donald Trump’s mouth yesterday. Reading from a teleprompter without comprehending what he was saying, he unwittingly gave the truest description of his own behavior and its consequences that we’ll ever hear from him.

I say “without comprehending” because when he erroneously said the mass shooting in Dayton happened in Toledo, it didn’t register with him at all.

Trump’s enablers felt obliged to prop him up behind a podium to condemn the latest back-to-back massacres, in El Paso and Dayton, in an attempt to absolve him from national outrage over the government’s ongoing failure to address gun violence.

Side note: Have you noticed they prop Trump up now almost exclusively? If he doesn’t have a podium for balance, he squats in a chair in potty position. His ambulatory ability seems to be deteriorating along with his increasingly slurred speech. The goal, with our own media’s complicity, seems to be to keep us from seeing Trump’s advancing loss of coordination.

But no matter what words they put in Trump’s mouth, they know Trump doesn’t condemn the shooters. He’s called racist domestic terrorists “very fine people” when he wasn’t reading a speech.

That’s because Trump sees himself in them. Or, more accurately, he sees the self he WISHES he were if he hadn’t grown up a sniveling loser, stunted by his domineering father. His courage never developed beyond childish name-calling and passive-aggression.

If you view our rogues’ gallery of mass murderers, it’s almost all white boys who grew up hating some group of people. They compensated for their own lack of education or moral compass by telling themselves they were superior to and needed to exterminate whomever they hated.

Trump’s main difference from that bunch was that he had a wealthy father who kept him in school, shoveled money at him, and brought him into the family’s criminal enterprise business. Young Donnie may have fantasized about sneaking off to buy a gun and killing everyone he imagined had ever wronged him, but he never had the guts to do it.

When his opportunity to have a free gun in the military came along, Donnie faked bone spurs because he couldn’t face being a man and defending the country. A country he now should be leading instead of destroying with his irrational hate.

Trump LOVES young mass killers because in them he sees Trump 2.0, the next, improved generation of himself. At every rally, he carefully fills their heads with racism and hatred of this country’s people.

The 57-year-old homeless loser in Florida who lived in a van splattered with Trump stickers and sent inept DIY pipe bombs to many leading Democrats and CNN just got sentenced to 20 years in prison. He explained his crimes by writing that he was never political until the name Donald J. Trump “popped up” on his cellphone. He described attending Trump rallies as getting “wrapped up in this new found fun drug.”

That’s from a man old enough to know better. Just imagine the impression Trump is making on aimless young punks whose minds are pretty much blank slates and who have ready access to as many assault weapons as their little hearts desire.

Conservative writer George Will in his latest column, “Trump doesn’t just pollute the social environment. He is the environment,” wrote that Trump has a “fascination with what he utterly lacks and unconvincingly emulates: strength. Hence his admiration for foreign despots, and his infantile delight in his own bad manners.”

Every time there’s a mass shooting, Trump the chicken-shit imagines himself the triumphant commander of an army of Mini-Me’s — disaffected, brainwashed white kids armed with assault rifles, fearlessly willing to murder innocent men, women and children on Trump’s signal. They carry out his delusion that this country needs to be “cleansed” of its “infestation” by immigrants.

Yes, guns are a huge problem and must be taken off the streets. But Trump being allowed to prey on and gleefully goad the ignorant and weak-minded among us to murder en masse and glorify his vision of a pure white U.S. is the real and immediate crisis.

Trump is bathing in human blood and loving it. It fulfills his dream of being the most brutal despot in history. But we know it will satisfy him only temporarily. We can’t wait to see how he takes it to the next level. We can’t wait for the 2020 election to put an end to his reign of mayhem. Trump needs to go NOW.

Note: I haven’t used the names of any of the mass murderers because scum doesn’t deserve an identity.

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Enduring the Stench of Trump’s Rotting Mind

By Karen

Sit back and imagine what Mike Pence and members of Congress smelled when they visited Trump’s concentration camps on our southern border. Sweaty bodies in un-air-conditioned Texas heat that haven’t bathed in over a month, wearing the same clothes they walked through dirt in for weeks from Central America. Teeth that haven’t been brushed in all that time. Children’s underwear and diapers soaked with urine, loaded with feces.

Take a deep breath. Take it all in.

Are you gagging yet? You should be. That’s the same fetid stench permeating the White House right now, but it doesn’t come from immigrants. It’s the odor of Trump’s mind decomposing before our eyes.

Today everyone’s panties are in a bunch over Trump’s tweets telling four nonwhite female members of Congress to “go back where you came from.” Trump is now finally and openly being called a racist. Nancy Pelosi wants the House to pass a resolution condemning those tweets.

Yada, yada, yada. More words. Empty gestures to deflect that Congress is sitting there watching the clock run out, hoping, HOPING they won’t have to do anything really mean to Trump or his enablers before we the voters stomp Trump and everything he stands for at the polls in 2020.

The focus should be squarely on the fact that Trump’s already-limited ability to reason has dropped into what would be the red-alarm zone for anyone else.

Think about it. Starting with the witless names he’s coined for his enemies. “Sleepy” Joe Biden. “Crooked” Hillary. “Little” Adam Schiff. “Cryin’” Chuck Schumer. Jeff “Flakey.” “Lyin’ Ted Cruz.”

Calling Elizabeth Warren “Pocahontas” was the dizzying height at which his creativity peaked because it, at least, indicated awareness that there was a female Native American in history.

His latest, “Go back where you came from,” isn’t clever, isn’t creative. It’s a cliché repeated by ignorant racists since the beginning of time.

The media and Washington should be fixating on Trump’s obviously deteriorating mind. Pundits debating Trump’s master reelection plans or strategies that don’t exist should be replaced by video loops of Trump’s babbling, circular reasoning, and repetition of words ad nauseam in what he thinks pass as a substitute for thought.

The country needs a steady stream of this reality like a water torture until Trumpers can’t refute that DONALD TRUMP IS MENTALLY UNFIT TO BE IN THE WHITE HOUSE.

Trump has never been a leader, due to his towering ignorance of everything that doesn’t touch on his own self-interest. But now his brain is rotting at an unmistakably steady clip. He can’t form sentences. He can’t pronounce words. His vocabulary is reducing to one-syllable words.

I’ve reached the point where I ignore or dismiss his tweets. The real concern should be how much time he increasingly devotes to tweeting and how garbled and nonsensical the result is. He’s behaving like a two-year-old.

Congress must stop slow-walking Trump’s inevitable downfall. We’ve got a dementia patient with demonic tendencies sitting in the Oval Office with the nuclear codes.

Pelosi needs to stop playing coy and tell her committees to cut the empty threats and delays and start slinging subpoenas and contempt citations. The House needs to make the case — and fast — that the unelected squatter in the White House is a danger to the world and needs to be removed.

BONUS: Stephen Colbert from July 2018…

It’s June 25. How are You Celebrating #BourdainDay?

By Karen

I’m inviting everyone to let us know how you may be remembering Anthony Bourdain on #BourdainDay, what should have been his 63^rd birthday.

[People.com]

Eric Ripert and José Andres, who initially announced this celebration, were in Singapore (12 hours ahead of the U.S. East Coast) and posted their toast and feast on Twitter yesterday.

Restaurants across the country too numerous to list here are planning various events and special menus to honor Tony.

Later today I hope to trek to Popeye’s Chicken, a few miles off my usual rounds, to try some spicy chicken, biscuits and gravy, and mac and cheese, which were Tony’s guilty favorites.

[Weirdly, when Bourdain died last year, I was in such a state of shock that I patronized a nearby Bojangles Louisiana Chicken by mistake and couldn’t figure out why they didn’t serve his mac and cheese.]

A few notes on some new developments…

The book, Anthony Bourdain Remembered, seems to have dropped off the Publishers Weekly bestseller list already, after standing at No. 10 a week or so ago.

His last graphic novel, Hungry Ghosts, is being made by Sony into a four-part animated series. They say each episode will have a different look and include the accompanying Bourdain recipe. Not sure how that will work. Also, no word yet on where or how the series will be available.

New Jersey officially opened the Bourdain Food Trail on June 13 with a ceremony that Tony’s brother Chris attended. It includes 10 stops they made for an episode during season 5 of Parts Unknown.

Tony’s alma mater, the Culinary Institute of America, in partnership with Eric Ripert and José Andres who are helping with fundraising, has established a scholarship to enable students to study abroad. Donations are also being accepted online.

On June 10, Bourdain was named one of 10 winners of EatingWell’s 3rd Annual American Food Hero Award.

One Year: Anthony Bourdain Remembered

By Karen

Eric Ripert and José Andrés declared on Twitter that June 25 — Anthony Bourdain’s 63^rd birthday — is #BourdainDay. They encourage us to pay tribute to Tony in any way we see fit.

But today, June 8, marks one year since Tony ended his life while filming in France, shocking a world unaware of the internal and external demons he was battling.

On May 28, CNN and Ecco published Anthony Bourdain Remembered, a gorgeous book of photos and tributes to Tony originally compiled as a keepsake for his daughter, Ariane. I’m so thankful she agreed to share it with us.

Brace yourself upon first read because many pages turn and you suddenly have Tony’s brown eyes close up and staring through you. It’s a joy to see him, but also heart-breaking.

Cats Working wasn’t a contributor in spite of the reams you and I have written about Tony here. Neither was Nigella Lawson.

Rewatching Parts Unknown, and poring over this book, I find myself searching for his silver wedding ring. To me it signifies when he was relatively content and grounded. In hindsight I’ve bisected his life into two very lopsided halves: pre- and post-fatal attraction.

Speaking of Parts Unknown, I’ll confess my interest waned near the end, and unwatched episodes piled up on the DVR. Tony seemed to be retracing his steps, but lacking joie de vivre. I don’t think he filmed his last season without a friend or acquaintance with him. It was as if he’d grown sick of his own company.

I rationalized that Bourdain once described himself as a bus that made many stops, and he didn’t expect everyone to stay on for the entire ride.

In his “spare” time, he was everywhere: producing documentaries; trying to launch the never-to-be Bourdain Market; Roads & Kingdoms; editing books for his Ecco imprint; writing and recording voiceovers for other ZPZ shows; doing personal appearances and interviews; supporting charities; filming Raw Craft videos for The Balvenie Scotch Distillery; writing a novel he’d been working on for years.

I’m sure I’ve left a lot out.

Now I wish I’d stayed on that bus and hung on, like I did for the years after I first stumbled upon him in 2007 on Travel Channel and began sharing my fascination with him on Cats Working.

The archive still has the most complete account of Bourdain’s career and life in those days that you’ll find anywhere on the internet. He was on the cusp of transcending cable TV obscurity to become what the world came to adore — the antithesis of the Ugly American.

We all thought we had many years ahead to hop on and off the Bourdain bus. Until we woke up one Friday morning to learn he’d hopped off it himself.

I don’t know yet what I’ll do on June 25. It’s a Tuesday. But food and drink will definitely be involved. Maybe you can give me some ideas.

UPDATES…

I haven’t seen anything about CNN’s documentary on Bourdain’s life. Ditto on the two books Tony’s co-author Laurie Woolever said she was working on.

Tony’s Russian sidekick Zamir Gotta was enlisting companions for a five-day tribute cruise to Cuba on Royal Caribbean’s Majesty of the Seas October 14. But Trump just fucked that up by suddenly, for no reason, banning port calls in Cuba by cruise ships sailing from the U.S.

I’ve lost track of Ottavia and Ariane. They moved from the home where they and Tony staged some of the photos in his last cookbook, Appetites. The place sold in May.

One day I arranged all of Tony’s books in order of publication (from right to left) so I could see his evolution. I once hoped to fill the entire shelf with his books, but the only new additions now will be written about him. I’m sure there will be many.

Parts Unknown has continued to win awards, including…

The six-part Explore Parts Unknown web series on Little Los Angeles won a James Beard Media Award in May, as well as an award for Visual and Technical Excellence.

In February, Parts Unknown: Bhutan won a 2019 Cinema Audio Society Award for Re-Recording Mixer.

Also in February, Parts Unknown: West Virginia won an American Cinema Editors (ACE) Award for Best Edited Nonscripted Series.

In January, Parts Unknown Seasons 11 and 12 won a 2019 Producers Guild Award for Non-Fiction TV.

BONUS…

Actor Michael Moriarty has been writing a series about Bourdain on his blog, Enter Stage Right. They’re strange, to put it mildly. See for yourself. The blog is needle-in-a-haystack on searches, so here are the links I found…

#1 Introduction (3/11/19)

#2 Detroit (3/18/19)

#3 Mexico (4/8/19)

#4 Russia (4/15/19)

#5 Chiang Mai, Thailand (4/22/19)

#6 Shanghai (4/29/19)

#7 Tanzania (5/6/19)

#8 Iran (5/13/19)

Democrats Must Not Help Trump Run Out the Clock

By Karen

By delaying an impeachment inquiry (which is just fact-finding, not actual impeachment), Nancy Pelosi is in danger of becoming the House’s Mitch McConnell.

She says Trump isn’t worth it. Impeachment could make Trump a martyr and more popular, like it did with Bill Clinton.

To that I say, bullshit. Clinton just diddled an intern. Trump’s incompetent and running a crime syndicate out of the Oval Office to enrich himself and his circle. There’s a difference.

A comfortable majority of voters understand that Trump has been a criminal for decades. The only reason it’s coming out now is because he’s president and his shady behavior gets greater scrutiny. He’s not heading to jail yet because he’s president. It’s a real Catch-22.

I suspect what Democrats are thinking, although no one has dared say it, is: “There, but for the grace of God, go I.”

Most of them must have shady campaign contributions and business deals in their pasts or they wouldn’t be millionaires today on government pay. They may fear that if they get too aggressive with Republicans willing to commit crimes to protect Trump, when the shoe’s on the other foot and a Democratic president makes any misstep, payback will be hell. Like the Golden Rule has ever mattered to Congress.

It’s nonsense. There will never be a Democratic dictator. It’s an oxymoron. If Democrats’ hearts and intentions are pure and they’re serious about learning the truth about Trump, they have nothing to fear.

If they do nothing, they will be remembered as the Congress that stood by while a felon ran this country into a ditch and walked away even richer.

The time to act is NOW. Every day Trump walks free to commit crimes, lie and further damage our global reputation and our government by stuffing it with corrupt idiots, the blame lies with Democrats.

Even the federal courts see the necessity of fast-tracking Trump’s ridiculous lawsuits to squash everything that proves his guilt. In the most scathing terms, two judges denounced Trump’s lawyers’ baseless claims of congressional overreach and executive privilege. They  denied requests for stays pending appeal to get documents into Congress’s hands faster. They’ve thrown Trump against the ropes on his finances and taxes.

The only thing standing in the way of Democrats removing this festering tumor eating at the presidency is Democrats themselves. Most Americans WANT TRUMP GONE.

The voters who don’t agree by now must themselves be too ignorant or criminal to matter. They won’t outnumber decent voters in 2020. They won’t get to keep Trump or put another backward ass-clown in power. We’re on to them. I say, let the Russians have them.

No one wants another congressional Democrat making a whiny speech to an empty chair at a hearing because another Trump toady flouted a subpoena. No more nasty letters. No more threats of fines these traitors will never pay. No more deadline extensions.

If someone defies Congress to shield Trump, they should be immediately declared in contempt, a warrant issued, and the person jailed. Any other ordinary American would be thrown in the slammer for less. These people are not above the law.

And neither is Trump. Every moment he goes unpunished, he looks in the mirror and sees a dictator on par with Putin, Kim or Duterte. Since Mueller wimped out and didn’t indict, Trump believes nothing can touch him. He wastes his days watching TV, chatting on the phone with his BFF Putie, making nonsensical speeches and tweeting garbage to keep morons motivated.

Enough.

Yesterday Trump said he will not work with Democrats until all the investigations stop. In essence, he refuses to do the job he was elected for, so he needs to be removed. The country needs leadership, not paranoia.

Congressional Democrats must launch the full force of their power at this tyrant until he’s gone, one way or the other. Impeachment, 25^th Amendment, resignation, stroke. I don’t care how he goes, as long as he goes.

And once he’s out, if he’s still alive, let the courts nail him on the crimes he’s used his immunity in the White House to hide from. Trump’s prison sentence can’t begin soon enough so the country can sweep up the mess this 800-lb. gorilla made.

Here’s the deranged speech Trump made in the Rose Garden yesterday after throwing a hissy fit in front of Pelosi and Schumer in what should have been a meeting on infrastructure. At about 5:00 he unwittingly confesses that Don Jr. called him before his infamous meeting with Russians. At 9:55, Trump shows his notes, which consist of big graphics that look like a child’s flashcards, rather than text like any adult would use.

The wait to see Trump brought to justice is infuriating, but on another level, there’s a morbid pleasure in watching the orange buffoon who can’t even cope with his own baldness have a meltdown over being faced with multiple felonies and the certainty of global exposure and humiliation. When that day comes, the world will rejoice.

A Cat’s 2019 Preakness Picks

By Adele

Stewards who threw the Kentucky Derby to 2^nd-place finisher Country House flushed this year’s Triple Crown season down the toilet, but I’m pressing on to the Preakness Stakes at Pimlico on May 18.

Since the Derby, many in the racing community have worked up a righteous lather to justify humiliating Maximum Security by disqualifying his legitimate win. You’d think Max ran the race with switchblades on his shoes and cut every horse who dared get too close.

Adding further insult, Max’s jockey, Luis Saez, got belatedly suspended for 15 racing days for “failure to control his mount and make the proper effort to maintain a straight course.” Yeah, whatever.

A typical suspension is about three days, so Saez is appealing it. But as it stands, the Belmont Stakes on June 8 is conveniently one of the dates he’s forbidden to ride.

Max’s owners have filed a federal lawsuit against the Derby stewards and members of the Kentucky Horse Racing Commission, claiming his disqualification was unconstitutional because the Commission denies due process by claiming stewards’ decisions are final. Apparently, other states, like Louisiana, don’t share this “stewards are gods” stance.

But since neither Max nor Country House are in the Preakness tomorrow, all this human acid reflux is moot.

The Preakness field is only 13 horses. Let’s hope the track dries out (it’s been raining all week), they all keep to themselves and run straight as arrows so those stewards don’t get their panties in a bunch.

War of Will — whom Max allegedly tangled legs with to cause a massive chain reaction, the stewards alleged, that affected nearly every horse EXCEPT Country House — will be in post position 1 under the same jockey, Tyler Gaffalione. He ran 7^th in the Derby, but is the second favorite with 4-1 odds. With Max out of the picture, this is War’s chance to show us he can do it.

Also running again is Improbable (new jockey, Mike Smith, 5-2, pp 4). He was one of my picks for the Derby and came in 4th, so I hope he places.

My pick to win is Alwaysmining (Daniel Centeno, 8-1, pp 7). He wasn’t in the Derby, but has won his previous six races, so he’s accustomed to being out front. And, he’s trained by Kelly Rubley, who would be the first female trainer to win a Triple Crown race.

Alwaysmining (Photo: Jerry Jackson, Baltimore Sun)

The only other horses back for more are Bodexpress (new jockey, John Velazquez, 20-1, pp 9, ran 13^th in the Derby) and Win Win Win (Julian Pimentel, 15-1, pp 13, ran 9^th in the Derby). The rest of the field is fresh horsefaces.

BONUS: Here’s WaPo’s long-time horse racing columnist Andrew Beyer’s take on the Kentucky Derby and why disqualifying Max based on what might have happened rather than what actually went down was dumb.

Maximum Security: the Kentucky Derby’s Hillary

By Adele

The rainy, muddy Kentucky Derby yesterday was certainly a sloppy mess on every level.

But let me begin by saying I don’t hold Country House responsible for the disgrace his human handlers gleefully heaped on Maximum Security. I’m sure had Country realized his jockey, Flavien Prat, is a conniving weasel, he’d have thrown Prat off before they reached the starting gate and walked away in disgust. Instead, Country has to live with being the only horse ever to have the Kentucky Derby handed to him without winning.

Watching the “disaster” unfold in replays (because no commentator made a peep while it was happening) was like déjà vu to the 2016 election. It didn’t matter how competent, able, and ahead the best “horse” was, forces conspired to put someone else in the Winner’s Circle with the “roses.”

I always thought the purpose of horse racing is for horses to get in front of each other. Maximum Security did that to the field right out of the gate. That he and his jockey, Luis Saez, finished looking like they’d romped on grass instead of through a quagmire was testament to how well they stayed in front.

Here’s a photo of the finish line…

The horse in the red sash to the right is Maximum Security. The horse with the yellow sash in relatively distant second place is Country House. (For the record, his odds were 65-1; he’d only won one race in six previous starts.)

Perhaps figuring he had nothing to lose, Country’s jockey Prat cried foul and claimed Maximum Security “interfered” with other horses, even though he and Country were on the outside, uninvolved. Here’s what happened…

Coming into the stretch, Maximum Security veered right, which he was able to do BECAUSE NO OTHER HORSE WAS THERE.

The horse closest behind him was War of Will, who had veered out from post position 2, and then Long Range Toddy, who had veered well in from post position 18.

War of Will ultimately came in 7^th, and Long Range Toddy came in 16^th.

Did you see how Max mauled those two horses so badly in that split second that they both essentially threw in the towel? Neither did I.

Meanwhile, Country House was prancing along free and clear, but didn’t have enough race left to overtake Max.

The best horse won, and deserved to win. Max was undefeated with four previous wins, but the stewards kicked him to 17^th place in the Derby. They claim his side-stepping threw off virtually ALL the other horses and ANY of them could have magically outrun Max if only he’d stayed out of their way.

If that isn’t some of the vilest, most disgusting horseshit I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is.

OK, maybe Donald Trump tweeting that Maximum Security lost because of “political correctness.” That moron’s too stupid to realize that “winner” Country House is the Derby’s Donald Trump.

The sports talking heads are doing their utmost to make Max’s behavior heinous to justify the bullshit decision, pretty much saying he could have caused a pile-up and gotten everybody killed.

Well, no, he couldn’t have, because he pulled considerably ahead in the next instant and left the others behind to wallow in the muck.

Now any jockey who doesn’t like the way a race turns out can raise a stink and cross his fingers. Stewards can comb through any replay until they find some justification to throw the race — because they always can. The participants are HORSES. They just RUN. They don’t give a shit about human rules. When it’s muddy, anything can happen.

For the record, I picked Maximum Security to win before any humans were taking him seriously, and before Bob Baffert said he was the horse to watch. Just sayin’.