The best strategy for handling Trump is the Reagan treatment of Carter. Then facts. Then "I'm rubber and you're glue" and downhill from there. Fun fact: tonight's debate is only a few hundred feet from where I was born.
With luck - there are only a month of these obviously lousy things left.
This should be the first topic for tonight's debate. How devout is our Catholic, born-again Christian Evangelical Vice President? And how does he sleep at night knowing he has such a toasty afterlife awaiting him?
Funny thing about that comma in Article II, Section 1? The oath "and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States" is NOT limited to your term of office.
I wish this was some weird Halloween-induced surrealistic absurdity from the odd corners of my mind. But it is equally plausible I will see this on television later today. On a news channel.
The easiest way to shut Trump down - other than a Crucifix and garlic - is to politely smile, acknowledge his insanity and remind him how often he is wrong. Having some Holy Water in hand can't hurt either.
As yesterday, the sun will rise tomorrow. But today's sunset will cast a shadow of butterfly effect and psychological affect far into the future. Events unfold and humans respond in unpredictable and unfathomable ways.
For me - the world and life can be a challenge without any sense of purpose. The best way I have found to describe this is "I am buried, just not dead". Seems an appropriate thought for today.
Knowing history is fun. Unraveling humanity's tangled and twisted threads that weave it together? Funner. Sadly, there is MORE to this. Hell can be a very interesting place to spend eternity.
And thus, the beginning of "Act III". Did I really believe I could avoid either of these topics for much longer? Delusion, illusion, confusion ... covusion?
I'm losing my will to exist. I even ate something with added sugar for the first time in over 2 years. It didn't help. And I'm not sure why I am bothering with these since hashtags are still disabled.
Trump, the "ShamWow Televangelist", starts selling any conspiracy to his believers in order to satisfy his sociopathic - and increasingly financially desperate - desires. (Cameo? I didn't want to scar anyone. YW.)
He went just a LITTLE off topic. I guess Trump is going to spend the next couple months whining in the briefing room. Since I've got nothing better to do, I'll play make-believe. Just like him.
An update to my May 17 post. Ugh, those were so bad. Anyway. Really, how far does this lame duck think he can push it? At some point - he becomes a threat to "the party" - and a message will be delivered.
Absurd? Sad? Prophetic? I literally have no clue anymore. It’s like living in a bizarre alternate reality. The President. Of the United States. Yes, of America. Gave a 45 minute “speech”. On Facebook.
My prediction for today's "rally". Assuming there isn't a mysterious gremlin that instigates a last minute cancellation. Or it's too cold. Or too windy. Or too wet. Or too sunny. Or too warm. Or, or, or ...
Ahhhhh, Rudy. Should we have sympathy? This man has aided and abetted the division and destruction of our country - resulting in the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Americans. For what? Pieces of silver?
Hmmm. I'm not sure what to think. So. Today, I'm sticking with the pre-planned date-sensitive cartoon. Happy "Safe Harbor Day" everyone! Welcome to the obscure back-alleys of America's Electoral College!
Alternative facts, evidence, reality? I don’t want to live in THIS reality anymore. Someone please reboot the computer so we can start over and try again.
Electoral College voting day! PSA on authoritarian desires vs our Federalism. It is infinitely easier to tame a single tiger than to herd 50 cats. And if the Universe is still here, tomorrow a classic movie and Xmas.