Medina Spirit on Trump: “He’s Wack”

May 11, 2021

By Tony

Trump, desperate for a social media fix after getting banned everywhere for lying, created his own website, “From the Desk of Donald J. Trump.” (No link. Cats Working is dedicated to stamping out ignorance.)

Trump spews gibberish that people may ♥ or repeat on Facebook or Twitter. We hope journalists don’t scamper after Trump down his new rabbit hole, fouling the media with his garbage.

But on Sunday Trump called Kentucky Derby winner Medina Spirit a “junky.”

That’s because after the Derby, Medina failed a drug test. It showed too much betamethasone, a steroid horses are given for pain or inflammation. It’s forbidden when they race. Medina’s trainer Bob Baffert has been suspended at Churchill Downs, and the world waits for results from a second test on another portion of Medina’s sample to find out if Medina has to forfeit his Derby win and give up his Triple Crown dream.

Max and Roc helped me “borrow” Karen’s phone and call Medina Spirit to get an opinion straight from the horse’s mouth…

I caught him just before he hit the road to Pimlico Race Course in Baltimore.

Tony: Hi, Mr. Spirit? Do you have a few minutes to talk to Cats Working?

Medina Spirit: Cats? Working? Are you kidding? The cats prowling our stable hunt purely for sport. But they’re cool, so sure. Make it quick, though. My trailer’s almost ready to go. Call me Medina.

T: Thanks. You were amazing in the Derby. I’m so sorry they might disqualify you for doing drugs.

M: That’s some crazy shit, right? I can’t believe it myself.

T: Did you realize your people doped you before the race?

M: It comes down to this. When they show up with a big horse needle before a major race, you can either kick their balls off and earn a trip to the glue factory, or you can trust that they’re not SO stupid, they’d kill their own meal ticket, so you take the shot.

T: I get it. Why do you think Baffert would let that happen?

M: We call that guy “Baffling” around the stalls. One day he loves his horseys, the next day, we hear he’s shooting them up and getting suspended. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

T: What do you think about Donald Trump calling you a “junky.”

M: To be honest, I’m more pissed that Baffling keeps calling me a “little horse.” What’s that mean? A Shetland? A Falabella? I’ll tell you, I’ve got one thing I’d like to show Baffert any day that makes his own look downright puny, and that’s my —

T: — Horses put cats to shame in that department, too. Speaking of mushrooms, back to Trump.

M: Oh, yeah. What does Trump mean by “junky”? Was my saddle tatty? Was my jockey wearing rags? I don’t get it.

T: I think he meant “junkie,” like drug addict.

M: Oh, right. That clown never could spell. But he knows junkies. He sees one every time he looks in a mirror. And he’s not seeing an orange horse with a fucked-up mane. What a washed-up wack job. It doesn’t take even a lick of horse sense to see that. Why isn’t he in jail yet? People need to muck out his worthless opinions. When it comes to crime, Trump makes Baffert’s horse-rigging seem trifling.

Hey, look, kid, I gotta run. Literally. In the Preakness on Saturday. Against Mandaloun again. He almost beat my ass in the Derby.

T: OK, Medina. I’ve got paws crossed you win again. I hear Baffert’s watching the race from California, so it’s all on you at Pimlico. Best of luck!


From the Notebook

May 6, 2021

By Karen

First, I must report Tony has had his first culinary mishap. I’d just turned off the stove and was pouring a pot of boiling pasta into a colander in the sink while Tony watched. Here’s an old photo of Tony with the same burner/pot…

In the seconds I was at the sink, the tip of Tony’s tail touched the still-hot burner. When I returned to the stove, I pushed his tail away and smelled burning fur. Tony jumped down in utter confusion.

Later upon inspection, I found 1) No burnt skin, so tragedy averted (as the late Yul’s tail amputations taught me), and 2) more tail got singed than I realized.

Tony eventually noticed it himself and started licking. Today the singed part feels almost smooth again. Whew!

While the cats were picking horses, I’ve been taking notes on the news.

With SCOTUS, Smaller is Better: I stand by my compromise of rightsizing SCOTUS by reducing the number justices. The elegant simplicity is that Biden doesn’t have to nominate anyone who will immediately have Fox trashing their reputation. It also eliminates confirmation hearings, so Senate Republicans can’t spew treason on live TV.

Just cut the court back to seven justices with an impartial LIFO layoff, last in, first out. That rids us of the worst two: Amy “I Hate Women” Barrett and Brett “I Love Beer” Kavanaugh.

Republicans Refuse to Govern, Hate America: Moscow Mitch McConnell just announced, “100% of my focus is on stopping this new administration,” just like he vowed to make Obama a one-term president. McConnell also blabbered, “Our colleagues on the other side of the aisle just can’t resist stretching out the pandemic, using it as a rationale for additional spending far beyond what is best for the country.”

Yeah, it was the Democrats dragging their feet the whole year Trump was dancing in the blood of 500M+ COVID victims and trying to get a crazed mob to murder Congress. Sure, Mitch.

Clearly, Republicans’ mission is to keep Americans destitute or dead and the country’s infrastructure in rubble as long as they’re rich. No matter what Biden does, McConnell says it has no Republican support. So, it’s past time to end the filibuster and make every traitorous, useless Republican roadkill under the steamroller of Democratic progress.

Give Vax Deniers the Right to Die: If Biden won’t mandate vaccinations for feckless morons who are the REAL ones “stretching out the pandemic,” let’s shun them like smokers. If they can’t show proof of vaccination, don’t let them in anywhere without a mask, and throw them out if they refuse to keep their distance. We need to isolate these disease-carrying vermin as a herd so may infect and kill off each other and end the pandemic.

Trump Returns to Social Media — Not: Facebook just banned Trump for another six months, but we all know they’ll eventually let him spread lies and stoke violence again, because Facebook is an intellectual landfill where facts and wisdom go to die.

Law enforcement — anywhere — needs to wrap up “investigating” and arrest Trump on any of his myriad felonies. They’ve got video, audio, paper trail and witnesses in most cases. Imprison Trump as a flight risk until his trials. Cutting Trump off from call-in interviews and social media would bring peace of mind to the world.

So Bill Barr Lied — Now What?: A judge finally admitted it. Former Attorney General Bill Barr’s four-page “summary” of the Mueller report was all lies and he never had the slightest intention of prosecuting Trump for anything — EVER.

As always, criminal behavior of Trump and his cronies was exactly what it seemed when we watched them do it, no investigations or hearings necessary. Bill Barr has been exposed as the Trump-loving, DOJ-sabotaging toady he presented himself as. Will he be disbarred? Charged with perjury? Obstruction of justice? Or allowed to shrug it off, as so many of Trump’s criminal accomplices have done so far?

Bringing Trump and his enablers to justice would force Republicans to face consequences, and force them to Plan B. Whatever Plan B is, it can’t possibly be worse than propping up a demented wannabe dictator with lies so they can make the U.S. an autocracy.


Chapter 107: COVID Chronicles

July 13, 2020

By Karen

Day 124

Max, My Guinea Pig & Trump v. John Adams

He keeps topping himself, but in Trump’s most ridiculous assertion to date, he predicts that all media (social, print and TV) will wither and die under Joe Biden because Biden would get “low ratings.”

After three+ years of whining and screaming about wanting “the enemy of the people,” The New York Times, The Washington Post and CNN, out of business, Trump in his dementia has the nerve to claim credit for their markets. Like we all want All-Trump-24/7. The narcissism and madness have reached another galaxy.

Trump played golf this past weekend and had a big white van parked near the course to block photographers’ view. But someone managed to capture this priceless little clip of Lard-Ass’s steadily advancing meltdown. Watch his left leg as he walks away (hope this works, I just figured out how to embed tweets)…

There’s NO WAY to rationalize that leg splay as anything but involuntary lack of muscle control (or a twisted diaper). Now, if only COVID would catch up with him. Even #MoscowMitch McConnell is getting cold feet about breathing COVID fumes in Jacksonville during the GOP convention, with Florida smashing through all records for new daily COVID cases, surpassing 15,000 on July 12.

NOW, TO THE CAT BEAT: Yesterday I washed the purple blankie that has been Max and Roc’s battleground at the end of the couch. To figure out what Max is really fixated on — the couch or the blankie — I switched it with the pink blankie from the rocker. Max has never had a problem with it. In fact, it was his favorite spot last Christmas…

My hypothesis: Max would either prove that what covers the couch is irrelevant and it’s a turf war, or he’d go to the rocker because his real love is the purple blankie.

So, I invited Max to sit beside me on the couch. When he noticed that his end looked different, he not only refused to touch the pink blanket, but seemed a bit agitated. After I swapped things back, Max went right over to his spot and plopped down.

Bottom line: It’s the couch AND the purple blankie.

ANOTHER SCIENTIFIC BREAKTHROUGH: I’ve discovered how not to have Trump be my last thought at night (leading to nightmares), or my first shriek of despair in the morning.

While I was watching the musical 1776 last week, I had an urge to learn everything about John Adams. We were born roughly 42 miles apart in Massachusetts, so he’s my people. I ordered a used but pristine copy of David McCullough’s mammoth Pulitzer Prize-winning biography, John Adams, for $7, including shipping.

Last night I started reading it before bed, and I’m already hooked. Adams was only about 5’7” or 8” and many found him mouthy and obnoxious. He was considered a conservative, but had many liberal positions like anti-slavery. As a person, he was virtually Trump’s opposite. For example, only one wife, Abigail, and their voluminous correspondence is hard evidence that they had a strong, loving 54-year marriage.

Anyway, I went to sleep trying to picture the Adams farm in Braintree, and woke up still thinking about Adams.

Just as in 2001, after I heard George W. Bush refer to the 9/11 terrorists “the folks who did this” and immediately drove to Charlottesville to visit Monticello and be near  Thomas Jefferson, I think Adams will take the edge off Trump through the election.

Well, after I hit “Pause” tomorrow to read Mary Trump’s damning book about Uncle Donald, Too Much and Never Enough.

 


Chapter 61: COVID Chronicles

May 28, 2020

By Karen

Day78

Am I Showing Signs of Addiction?

Max has been hanging out with me today and now it’s his turn to say hi…

I’ve been proofreading like mad since early this morning an unexpected large project from a client who needed it “yesterday” and whose work always tempts me to put my fist through a wall. It’s as specific as I can get about that. I’m thankful I finally got it out of here, but I feel like I should soak my eyeballs in bleach. Or maybe vodka.

Consequently, nothing else has been happening today. But I’ve been meaning to share how the pandemic has forged this new bond between me and my smartphone.

In the “before” days, I’d sit here three feet from my landline and people knew to call that number because my smartphone was in my purse, off. It could go for weeks untouched and I didn’t miss it. I’d pull it out occasionally to see if it needed a charge. It existed solely for me to make a call in a pinch, not to make me available 24/7 to anyone wanting to interrupt whatever I was doing. You know, like the twits who take calls in Target or at the Food Lion checkout because they’re SO important.

And I’d use the phone occasionally if I was stuck in a waiting room with lousy magazines because I could continue reading a book from my iPad. I have an original iPhone SE, which is small, and I don’t think Apple considered it much of a success.

But now Apple sells a new phone they also call an SE. Why recycle that model name? Did they run out of alphabet? Or creativity?

But I digress. Since I’ve been cooped up, this phone is on and with me in the house every waking moment. Mainly to catch pics of the cats being cute, but I also use it to text my yard guy and handyman because that’s how they roll. Lugging it up and down stairs takes conscious effort because few of my clothes have good pockets.

Come to think of it, the only time I’m not staring at a screen now is when I’m in the kitchen cooking, in the bathroom doing whatever, or sleeping.

I read newspapers first thing on the laptop. I work all day at a desktop. At night I watch TV, that’s another screen, while looking stuff up and ordering cat food on the iPad Mini. Now my phone is attached to me like a fifth limb.

WHAT HAVE I BECOME??!!

BONUS: Turns out MSNBC Last Word host Lawrence O’Donnell is a fan boy of Sarah Cooper’s Donald Trump lip-syncs. Last night he showed several of her clips when he interviewed her. This is the first time I’ve ever heard her real voice…

DOUBLE BONUS: I hope you can make out this fantasy New York Times front page. You only need to read the headlines; the articles are fake. It gives us something to aspire to come January 2021…


Random Thoughts from an Exploding Head

February 14, 2020

By Karen

I feel like Trump has us trapped in a dungeon, waterboarding our sanity with lies, insults and taunts while the media films it and Trump denies it’s happening.

Congressional Republican traitors blessed this gaslighting, hoping we’ll be too broken by November to drive electoral stakes through Trump’s fetid turd of a heart.

Making Trump lose the election may not be enough. Trump may become the first White House occupant — I NEVER call him “president” — who must be physically dragged out by the National Guard.

I’ve been keeping notes that could have been blog posts, but Trump’s outrages come so fast, every topic goes quickly stale. Anyway, here are some recent thoughts (topics bold for skipping if of no interest)…

Can’t call the other side GOP or Republicans anymore. They’re Trump’s cult, melded to a maniac. Whenever Trump decides to pour that lethal grape Kool-Aid (Nov. 4?), they’ll binge on it. Then Mitt Romney can step over the bodies and start his own party from scratch.

& & &

Media needs to divert all discussion of Trump having a second term to what needs to happen to get him involuntarily committed for a thorough psych workup to determine if he’s fit to continue in office NOW.

& & &

People who would put Grandpa in a rubber room for babbling nonsensically, slurring his words and wearing marmalade on his face as makeup now must wear earplugs and blinders to continue ignoring Trump’s obvious cognitive decline.

& & &

After presiding over the Senate’s sham removal trial, I’ll never see Chief Justice John Roberts as anything but a joke. He could have eliminated Mitch McConnell, Lindsey Graham, and any other senator who publicly declared pre-trial they would acquit Trump. It probably wouldn’t have changed the outcome, but may have influenced whether witnesses and documents were allowed. Instead, Roberts, in robes, sat and watched a Constitution-shredding shitshow like a disinterested bystander.

& & &

At the very least, Roberts should have ordered Rand Paul arrested when Paul named the now-irrelevant whistleblower outside the Senate chamber, directly defying Roberts’ refusal to allow it in the trial. When Roberts did nothing, Paul was emboldened to repeat the stunt on the Senate floor and he’s STILL not in jail.

& & &

On Morning Joe, Joe Scarborough said about Trump, “It is assuring, it is calming, that he’s so predictable.” True. Trump’s playbook is worn out. The only surprises Trump has left as his brain melts are how he reacts to rebukes or attempts to check his incompetence. He’ll become increasingly disgusting and profane until he’s literally throwing his own feces at reporters.

& & &

The White House is concealing Trump’s decline with no mention of his annual physical, which should have happened by now. Instead, they’re driving Trump hard until perhaps he collapses on stage at a rally, jerking, babbling, drooling, peeing and shitting himself while his eyes roll back in his head. His family and handlers refuse to get him desperately needed medical attention as long as there’s a penny left to wring out of his office.

As infuriating and frustrating as Trump’s tweets and statements are, I do feel satisfaction watching him flail against his own melting mind as the vicious, ambitious monsters he trusts goad him to continue pretending he’s OK, rather than letting him slip peacefully into dementia, away from the cameras.

& & &

Trump went to the National Prayer Breakfast to talk about how much he loves hatred. He finds hypocritical everyone who lacks his spite and vindictivenesss. So-called Christians in the audience laughed and applauded as he trampled faith and decency into the gutter, reinforcing that he’s above the law now and “can do anything.”

& & &

Every Congressperson who failed to vote for Trump’s impeachment or removal anointed him king and relinquished any ability to question or disagree with him — ever. They handed Trump the entire federal government as a tool to destroy them should they dare stray. If Trump gets a second term, their families will be high on Trump’s hit list.

& & &

Trump’s cult in Congress blew their one chance at recovering their cojones during the removal trial. They had damning, conclusive evidence of his crimes — with more to come had they allowed witnesses. They could have confronted Trump like the GOP confronted Nixon. Trump’s a chickenshit-variety bully who fears direct confrontation more than anything.

They could have made this deal: “You submit to a full psych evaluation and let us make the true results public. If they’re good, we’ll change the Constitution to make you king.”

Trump either would have resigned in abject terror of the truth coming out, or he’d have agreed to be tested. The test results would have confirmed him mentally unfit to serve, invoking 25th Amendment time.

Either way, Trump would be gone, and Congress would be a co-equal branch of government again. Win-win.

& & &

If everyone in government would react to Trump’s nasty tweets, speeches and nonsensical media appearances with shrugs, eye rolls and no response, Trump’s fury at being mocked and dismissed would temporarily accelerate his “lashing out” in even more insane and vicious directions, causing faster mental burnout and hasten the day the world is rid of him.

& & &

Some wonder, is Trump abusing the information classification system to protect himself? DUH! It’s Corruption 101. If Trump decrees his every stupid or criminal move is top-secret, he’s above the law and free to do whatever.

Ironically, such a move would self-fulfill Trump’s fantasy fear that his rooms are bugged, everyone’s wearing wires, and there are cameras behind the drilled-out eyeballs of every portrait hanging in the White House. He’d make bona fide spying the only way anyone could find out what he’s really up to.

& & &

John Kelly can take his woefully belated condemnations of Trump and shove them. He did nothing to stop Trump from caging children — seemed to enjoy it, actually, and now profits from it — and remained silent during the brief window he could have had some influence in Trump’s removal. Kelly can go fuck himself.

& & &

Hope Hicks is returning to the White House, abandoning her cushy executive VP job at Fox to once again be Trump’s Depends-changer, reporting to Jared. Melania must have refused the job, and Ivanka probably told Jared to get Hope back because it’s “icky” that Daddy gets a stiffy every time Ivanka changes him. I would bet Hicks is the only woman in the West Wing willing to ensure Trump’s diaper changes always have a “happy ending,” which is why he’s missed her so much.

& & &

Attorney General Bill Barr kvetched that Trump’s incessant tweeting makes Barr’s job “impossible.” That, and his prosecutors are quitting cases and the DOJ entirely in to protest of Barr destroying the rule of law.

Dementia and pride make Trump unable to resist poking every slimy rock Barr slithers under to commit crimes for Trump. Never forget, Barr initially begged for the honor of ensuring that Trump and his cronies can crime forever and never face justice. His complaints about Trump now are distraction from his panic that he’ll be disbarred for gross malpractice and forced into retirement once he doesn’t have Trump’s protection.

& & &

Emboldened by being king, Trump tried to blackmail New York Governor Andrew Cuomo. In exchange for letting New York back into the Global Entry program, Trump wants the state to drop all lawsuits that will one day send Trump and his crime family to prison.

Trump fucking with New York’s international travelers to get himself a Stay Out of Jail card would now be causing globetrotting Anthony Bourdain countless wasted hours in Customs lines re-entering the U.S. I just wish Tony were alive to leave verbal blisters all over Trump’s thoroughly corrupt ass for targeting people who want to see the world.


Trump Sees Himself in Mass Murderers

August 6, 2019

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.


Enduring the Stench of Trump’s Rotting Mind

July 16, 2019

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…


Democrats Must Not Help Trump Run Out the Clock

May 23, 2019

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, 25th 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.


What Congress Needs to Learn from Trump

April 30, 2019

By Karen

Robert Mueller finally finished. His investigation ended with a whimper, shocking everyone who believed Mueller was the one man capable of driving a stake through Donald Trump’s black, shriveled heart.

When Mueller failed to deliver recommendations to charge Trump, it seems he, and other misguided souls on Capitol Hill, worship like the 11th Commandment some worthless memo written in the Justice Department during Nixon, which says you can’t indict a sitting president. Rather, the president should face no impediments in continuing to commit crimes in office.

However, Mueller did uncover enough damning evidence to show anybody unlobotomized that if Trump were anybody else, he’d be in prison for obstruction of justice to conceal his obligations to Russia. We don’t know what those are because Trump’s latest flying monkey attorney general, William Barr, redacted the worst parts.

I don’t know what motivates Barr, except perhaps in his dotage he’s become obsessed with turning the U.S. into a Third World dictatorship.

Barr’s been dissing Congress since they let him to slither back in as AG, the same job he held under H.W. Bush I.

Even though Barr has wantonly obstructed and lied to keep Mueller’s facts hidden, Congress wants Barr to testify again, knowing full well Barr’s not going to turn on Trump now that he’s in this deep.

Barr’s balking and trying to set the terms under which he’ll testify.

I say, enough’s enough. Let the punishments begin.

Congress needs to rip the page from Trump’s playbook that Sarah Huckabee Sanders loves to quote, which says…

“When you get hit, you hit back 10 times harder.”

For starters Congress must stop extending deadlines. Tick-tock. Don’t let Trump run out the clock — and run.

If any witness tells the media or tweets that they don’t intend to cooperate, subpoena them THE SAME DAY.

If they say they intend to defy the subpoena, cite them in contempt of Congress THE SAME DAY.

Give them a week to rethink and come around, then get an arrest warrant.

Meanwhile, Trump’s tweets are off the crazy scale. He’s issuing decrees to defy subpoenas and filing lawsuits against Deutsche Bank and Capital One Financial to keep his finances hidden.

His behavior on all fronts is an admission of guilt.

Carl Kline is a former White House stooge who, apparently on Trump’s orders, ignored huge red flags on Jared Kushner and many others to grant top security clearances. He tried to flout his subpoena, but now will testify May 1 accompanied by a White House lawyer. House Oversight Committee Chairman Elijah Cummings says Kline may still face contempt charges if he doesn’t answer all questions.

It’s a good ground rule for every witness, including AG Barr. Come clean or be held in contempt and face jail time.

When Trump sees his closest henchmen dwindling because they’re in jail, maybe his pea brain will absorb that Congress isn’t bluffing.

If Trump doubles down on obstruction — which he’s now committing daily and openly — it’s time for impeachment. The Mueller report contains more than ample evidence for grounds.

Congress must hold open hearings where every Trump associate in Mueller’s report testifies before the American people what they know about their own crimes and Trump’s.

Why is this important? So we don’t repeat the Nixon mistake. He got into a second term before we knew he was a crook.

Tick tock.

If Congress makes it too hot for Trump, he could resign, like Nixon did. Or he could announce he’s not running in 2020.

In an ideal world, the GOP would attempt redemption by abandoning the Trump/Pence ticket at the convention. Nominating Trump challenger William Weld would instantly restore some sanity to campaign season.

But I realize all that’s unlikely to happen and Trump will run again. So, before we vote in 2020, Americans and the world need to know, without reservations, that Trump is an unindicted multiple felon and he must face the consequences — not be granted sanctuary from prosecution in the Oval Office.


To Robert Mueller: WTF?

March 28, 2019

By Karen

I have to keep reminding myself: WE HAVEN’T SEEN MUELLER’S REPORT YET.

Our latest pathetic excuse for an attorney general, Bill Barr, wants us to believe there’s nothing “special” about Robert Mueller after all. According to Barr, Mueller thinks conspiring with Russia and obstructing justice to hide it are fine hobbies for a president.

Before ambling off without a peep, Mueller’s biggest mistake was to give his 22 months of work to a guy who’s been in the loop only a month, and who became AG by assuring Trump it’s not possible for a president to obstruct justice.

After two days of speed-skimming Mueller documentation, which should include testimony from over 500 witnesses, Barr whipped up his own little quick reference, which says…

  • Nobody conspired with Russia
  • Trump didn’t obstruct justice (although Barr let slip that Mueller’s report didn’t “exonerate” Trump, either)

With nauseating predictabilty, Trump and his enablers spiked the ball in the end zone while declaring Trump fully exonerated, and Trump called everybody else a traitor.

In response to what has to be twisting of his own conclusions, we hear from Mueller, as always, crickets.

I’ve been in a slow-rolling boil of fury at Mueller. And at the media.

First they willfully conflated “collusion” and “conspiracy” all along, giving Trump the loophole of insisting “collusion” isn’t a crime, which it isn’t.

Now they’re calling Barr’s pathetic letter the Mueller report, letting MAGA morons think they’ve already heard Mueller’s findings, which they haven’t, and they’re a nothingburger.

It seems the only relief from Trump possible before 2021 is for him to suffer a health catastrophe that leaves him unable to speak or tweet. Otherwise, there’s no stopping the lies, gibberish, infantile taunting and insults, and ape-like assaults on decency.

That is, unless a glacier-sized chunk of criminality breaks loose in any of the dozen-plus investigations of Trump still underway and indictments start flying.

I think Mueller has given Trump a boost toward re-election. To overcome it, Democrats must settle on a candidate they can all agree to support. They also must overcome Republican gerrymandering, voter suppression and disenfranchisement. And then there’s Russia’s ongoing Trump-approved brainwashing of mentally feeble voters who get their “news” from Fox and Facebook.

Mueller’s report undoubtedly contains damning information about Trump that Barr is feverishly scrubbing. If it didn’t, Trump would be demanding the public see Mueller’s own groveling words admitting that Trump is and always has been a saint.

Trump and his minions know they’re guilty or conspiracy or they all wouldn’t have piled lies upon lies trying to cover their tracks.

Fortunately for them, they committed crimes for a disorganized, demented buffoon in a manner so random, clumsy and uncoordinated that Mueller couldn’t stitch together a prosecutable conspiracy.

But that doesn’t make it OK. Trump shouldn’t be allowed to think he can continue having secret tête-à-têtes with Putin.

Congress needs to keep demanding that Barr turn over the unabridged report NOW so the truth can come out well before 2020.

Letting Trump strut around this week thinking he’s untouchable has already emboldened him to try destroying health care again, as if screwing most of us on taxes and inflating the price of just about everything with tariffs hasn’t inflicted enough damage. Not to mention the psychological carnage he continues to commit by kidnapping and caging immigrant children at the southern border.

Mueller has exposed our government as incapable of prosecuting blatant treason. It’s also incapable of stopping an increasingly senile, incompetent and ignorant wannabe dictator from destroying democracy to make Russia happy.

It’s depressing beyond words. So here’s a song. Randy Rainbow captures how many of us feel with this parody from Stephen Sondheim’s Follies


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