Straight from The Donald’s mouth

It really is remarkable. Maybe it isn’t. Remarkable. Perhaps.

Such is the communication style of our “beloved” president. As Donald J. Trump is a piece of work, so are his utterances. Take for instance his recent interview with several reporters from The New York Times. I mean, I have met many politicians in my life. Trump and his loyalists all say that the president is no politician. But, he is a politician, no matter what anyone says. And just as many politicians are full of bullshit, so is The Donald. That is why I marvel at this Times interview and what he said during that interview.

The Donald is watching you! White House photo

First of all, part of Trump’s shtick is the interview. He rails against the media and if you believe Trump, The Times is among his largest target.  But three of those Times reporters, Peter Baker, Michael S. Schmidt and Maggie Haberman, and the latter especially, seem to report and write as if they can actually translate what the president says in his circuitous manner of speaking.

The interview sparked some of the most baffling sentences put together by a modern U.S. president. Take, for instance, Trump and his apparent view of the Affordable Care Act as enacted by his predecessor and the earlier health care efforts of his predecessor’s predecessor’s predecessor.

“Look, Hillary Clinton worked eight years in the White House with her husband as president and having majorities and couldn’t get it done. Smart people, tough people — couldn’t get it done. Obama worked so hard. They had 60 in the Senate. They had big majorities and had the White House. I mean, ended up giving away the state of Nebraska. They owned the state of Nebraska. Right. Gave it away.”

Wake up Nebraska, your Abylai Khan is here, and he is asking for Donald Trump. By Agymsaly Duzelkhanov – Museum of the First President of Kazakhstan, Public Domain,

One can hope –especially those Nebraska folks — that the Cornhusker State wasn’t inadvertently given to another nation. Let’s just think how it would feel to wake up to find your state was now under rule of, say, Kazakhstan.

It is anyone’s guess as to what Trump is talking about — well maybe someone in Kazakhstan would know — once he gets fired up and expounds in thought of health insurance. At least, that seems to be what he is talking about:

 “As they get something, it gets tougher. Because politically, you can’t give it away. So pre-existing conditions are a tough deal. Because you are basically saying from the moment the insurance, you’re 21 years old, you start working and you’re paying $12 a year for insurance, and by the time you’re 70, you get a nice plan. Here’s something where you walk up and say, “I want my insurance.” It’s a very tough deal, but it is something that we’re doing a good job of.”

But as many in the U.S. fear for what kind of damage Trump might do domestically, he would have you believe that we should have no major problem with foreign policy. Hence:

 “I have had the best reviews on foreign land. So I go to Poland and make a speech. Enemies of mine in the media, enemies of mine are saying it was the greatest speech ever made on foreign soil by a president.”

Oh well, we still have Kazakhstan.

Perhaps the strangest part of Trump in Europe, and with his foreign relations in general is his “handiwork.” It seems that our current president has some sort of hand fetish. His latest hand job was with the French President Emmanuel Macron. Here is the breakdown on the marathon shake from CNN’s Chris Cizzilla.

Apparently Trump has found himself a bro in Macron:

“He’s a great guy. Smart. Strong. Loves holding my hand.”

What more could the leader of the free world need?

 

The Trumps rocking the oldies

Do you know the latest about the continuing Russia-U.S. Election saga?

Well, if you do know you are ahead of me.

Jim Morrison in a 1969 promo picture for a Doors appearance on the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour.

I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer.  — Whoa. I’m channeling my inner Jim Morrison. All the cable news people were talking all this stuff about the Donald’s boys — Kushner and all the rest. but of all the Putin’s man boys Donald Jr. was the best … Donnie the helpless president’s offspring… Also a bit of Warren Zevon channeling as well.

Send lawyers guns and money, the shit has hit the fan. I guess I shouldn’t  quote Zevon’s “Lawyers, Guns and Money,” while quoting from his “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner.” Wikipedia Creative Commons.

All that I know is that some evidence turned up about the Trump boys meeting with the Ruskies then Don Jr. released some e-mails in an attempt to “get ahead of the story.”

Perhaps Trump Jr. got way too ahead of the story. It seems like Jr. is a deep dung daddy.  It  likewise appears that Trump Jr. has that Trump trait of his father, that being a lying, arrogant, narcissist.

Now like father, like son, perhaps should– just in case — find an outside con who may know guys inside who the father and son might hire to pick up their soap on the prison floor.

Or, perhaps, maybe not. Better to be safe than, well, you probably know what I’m talking about.

Boy howdy, Gee Dubya, you don’t know how much we miss you these days. President George W. Bush comforts a Hurricane Katrina refugee in Louisiana in 2005. White House photo by Eric Draper.

They say it’s your birthday … USA

Happy (U.S.) Independence Day.

This is the day that Americans celebrate the nation’s formal divorce from England. Actually, the Declaration of Independence was signed by the Continental Congress two days earlier. What happened between that day and the Fourth, I am not certain. Maybe they all fled to Benji Franklin’s place where they proceeded to get “likkered up.”

I type this while I listen to the Orange One speaks from the White House balcony. Perhaps it is the Truman Balcony, so named for that crusty ol’ sonofabitch Harry S Truman. The “S” in the 33rd president’s name stands for no name. It was a combination of two grandfather’s names. The S name used to give editors hell — he, after all, was nicknamed “Give ’em Hell Harry” — as he would often use a period following the S in his name when signing documents.

It seems likes some folks are freaking out over the supposed firing by North Korea of an intercontinental ballistic missile. What me worry? As the great Alfred E. Newman was wont to say. I would say, you should be scared what with the Orange man in the White House.

By the way, I was in Washington, D.C., a few weeks ago. This pic should be evidence that I was there:

Ah yes, free tanning sessions. Right here!

 

After lunch in Union Station, I saw this bunch. I have no idea what they were doing. Probably seeking cool from the 90-degree temps outside. Or maybe they were finding shelter from the mass of pigeons outside.

Have a happy Fourth or Second or Fifth or perhaps a half pint!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I must depart. I need to return blogging here. But, you know, too much of a good thing … Happy Fourth.

 

 

 

Here is to enjoyment of a dark and stormy night

It was a dark and stormy night. No, really, it was a dark and stormy night last, except when the lightning flashed.

Tropical Storm Cindy blew ashore about 40-to-50 miles from here on the upper Texas coast. Actual landfall, which is in many cases of little significance, came about 3 a.m. It seems as if every hurricane or significant tropical storm I have experienced shows up in the middle of the night much like a drunken, old girlfriend wanting to start some s**t for something said 30 years ago.

The rain yesterday started sometime around 3 p.m. in the form of a medium-to-heavy mist with intermittent large droplets of precipitation. The area from New Orleans to the Panhandle of Florida was pounded during the day with constant rain and heavy surf.

Rain began falling in earnest, and in Beaumont as well, near dark-thirty. The liquid was heavy to a light drizzle. Heavier storm elements such as slightly increased wind along with thunder and lightning began rolling in as the evening proceeded.

As far as I know, no serious damage, with the exception of a large tree falling on a local residence with a family inside, took place here in Jefferson County, Texas. One fatality, a 10-year-old who along with his family from St. Louis was visiting the coastal areas near Mobile Bay, was killed when a huge log popped out of the surf with no notice.

An accident closer to home resulted in the death of an elderly man from a neighboring county. A body was found near or inside a burned truck that had been submerged into the sand on the beach just east of state highways 87 and 124 in Galveston. Claude Credeur, 86, of Winnie in Chambers County, was dead at the scene. His 81-year-old wife, Lena, was found alive and was recovering at University of Texas Medical Branch in Galveston hospital. Some reports initially reported that authorities believed the couple were there due to a suicide pact. Officials later said that did not appear to be the reason leading to the fatality. The couple’s family earlier reported the pair missing, and prompted a so-called “Silver Alert,” which is a program for missing elderly people similar to “Amber Alerts” for missing children.

The storm was the type of event I enjoy sitting at home listening to the rain and the thunder. I have been out in all kinds of weather in my past professions as a sailor, a firefighter and a newspaper reporter. But I am not reckless. I, likewise, wouldn’t “send a dog out on a night like this.”

There is something magical about weather events, specifically storms. We have no control over them. Storms claim no intellect, or any other quality one might, just might, find in a living human being. Although storms are potentially dangerous, many more such as I am drawn to its raw power.

Perhaps you might argue with me about that. Just make sure you are inside and away from your windows. That’s all I’m saying.

The attorney of U.S.B.S. answers questions a few blocks away

Holy moley! I didn’t realize that it had been so long since I last posted here. Well, I’ve been kind of busy with this or that.  Take a look at the picture below. I took it about three hours ago as a Uber driver was taking me back to hotel.

I didn’t see our illustrious Attorney General Jubilee Cornpone Sessions while being driven by the U.S. Capitol. I am listening to Session’s crap right now.

The jackass who is our Attorney of United States Bull S**t is being questioned by U.S. senators as I watch CNN. I will continue to listen as I begin packing for my trip back to good ol’ Texas in the morning.

If Session finally flips out and starts running down the street, a few blocks from where I sit typing, I will let you know if I see him.