Looking at Facebook a moment ago I was amazed at those folks — most are much more conservative than I — who were fascinated at the long presidential press conference today.
“Have a nice freakin’ day. Big league.”
When I say “fascinated” it isn’t exactly a supportive term.
Those armchair shrinks out there who say Trump acts as if he suffers with narcissistic personality disorder might add manic depressive to their diagnoses. Holy Schamoly! That guy is bonkers. I don’t know how long, or short, the Trump presidency will be, but there is definitely enough there for one or more blockbuster flicks!
People might say I’m bonkers, but I actually feel kind of sorry for the guy. I mean, the president has some long-suffering self-esteem issues. Here he is, supposedly richer than than Midas, and Trump was elected to what many call as the most important position in the world. I suppose his life is such that the old cliche seems apt that money cannot buy you happiness. I wouldn’t need a whole lot of money to be happier, but I would not mind it either. Hey Don, why don’t we exchange places!
It would be interesting to see Trump in that show “Undercover Boss.” Although if he had has normal hairstyle and his unmistakable rambling he would fail at the undercover part.
Were it not that Trump is so arrogant and is an apparent congenital liar, with hardly an attention span — adding the danger he poses to the world — than the 45th president’s would be a story like few others. Well, it is a story like few others, only that isn’t a good thing.
What is so frustrating to me is not any particular actions so far. It is disappointing to see that so many people think he is better than a cold drink on a hot day. His supporters overlook his many shortcomings.
The fact here is that Trump lies. I could forgive him of many trespasses. But his lying and his scapegoating does not cut it. Most of all, I don’t like it that the Donald can apparently see no evil when it comes to Vladimir Putin. This is especially after Trump has treated friends of this country like they stepped on some stinking some or the other.
Then again, were Trump to quit or be removed through impeachment, we would be stuck with Mike Pence or Paul Ryan. At this stage, nothing looks like a good option for our nation.
It seems that the Trump administration has a new theme song. No it isn’t the Rolling Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want,” no matter how much intellectual robbery the candidate Trump used without the band’s consent.
Nope. It’s a golden oldie. If you weren’t around in the 70s you may not remember it.
Liar.
That’s right the old Rod Argent and Russ Ballard — a.k.a. Argent — song as performed by Three Dog Night: “Liar!” The song is a perfect message as to what Trump and his sleazy crew is all about.
Kellyanne Conway, Trump’s counselor, put her bonafides front and center by telling MSNBC’s Chris Matthews that the controversial travel ban signed by Trump last weekend could have stopped the “Bowling Green Massacre.” As it turned out, the “massacre” was stopped because there wasn’t a massacre in Bowling Green, Ky. Conway made the whole thing up. She later made a correction saying she meant to say Bowling Green terrorists. Yes, there certainly is a lot of difference there.
“Liar, Liar, Liar!”
This happened only a week after White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer ginned up some fake ire when lying into the press and lying about the attendance at the Inauguration of King Donald of New York.
It seems like the old saying about how you know pols are lying — because their mouths are moving — is a very appropriate description from the Amateur Hour on Pennsylvania Avenue.b
I woke up this morning and damned if Donald Trump was still president. So much for the dream theory.
There is so many problems I have with this president I cannot speak to them all. I will say this, he seems to never be far from a camera, even though he loudly contends he is at war with the media.
Trump, if we mortals can understand his gibberish, has made some statements that portend really disturbing events that could harm our republic. An example:
“And the crime, and the gangs, and the drugs that have stolen too many lives and robbed our country of so much unrealized potential,” Trump said. “This American carnage stops right here and stops right now.”
Scary dude. But with that hair …
What he sees as carnage, if I can understand correctly, might telegraph that Trump would like the federal government to intervene in local matters. The president has presented himself as a “law and order” president. Some of this description is meant to put groups like Black Lives Matter on notice that they will be dealt with under the Trump regime. Who kn0ws where that will go.
Banana republics like Trump would like to establish have a habit of arresting people who are never to be seen again. His CIA choice has wavered on the question of waterboarding practices. If the secret foreign intelligence agency can use this form of torture, then why not the FBI, or ATF, or the local police department? This could lead to a situation that happened in my area of Southeast Texas in which local police officers were imprisoned for torture techniques such waterboarding in order to get false confessions from college-aged kids who were busted for insignificant marijuana arrests in the early 80’s.
The Black Lives Matter movement emerged when black Americans finally said that they “have had enough” of the growing number of young black Americans who were killed in questionable shootings by police. In some cases the police officers were either no-billed by grand juries, were acquitted in trials or not even charged.
Trump also made another frightening pronouncement on Saturday at the CIA Headquarters in Langley, Va. While the new president announced his war on the media and he was miffed with the news that many more people attended the Obama inaugural speeches than his. His hit man, press secretary Sean Spicer — a professional flack throughout his adult life including service in the Navy reserve as a public information officer — went through a litany of lies in an excoriation of the news media. It was a move that has generally flopped. Trump counselor and former campaign manager Kellyanne Conway dug the Trump wagon deeper in the ground on Sunday telling Chuck Todd, NBC “Meet the Press” moderator, explained Spicer was speaking of “alternative facts.” That is a spin-doctor’s way of saying he lied but we won’t admit it.
An update: I just saw an ad from some PAC on CNN that asks for people to call their senator to express support for the senatorial nomination of Sen. Jeff Sessions, R-Ala., as attorney general. One of many concerns over his nomination should be aired. Sessions is a foe of marijuana or any outlawed drug. More than half of the United States have legalized marijuana in some form or fashion. That doesn’t count states like mine here in Texas that have taken steps to allow for medicinal purposes a marijuana oil with a low THC content.
Still, federal regulations treat marijuana as a dangerous drug in the same class as heroin. The medical benefits and the taxes pot will generate in local governments will mean local governments will not need to rely so heavily on federal dollars.
Sessions will likely become attorney general. If he goes after marijuana he might find himself taken to the woodshed by our now conservative (to put it kindly) government. Going after pot will be going after what is becoming a huge economic boom. Plus, I know a number of grown-up, conservative types, even professionals who smoke pot, although they disagree with their politicians over weed.
There is so much more I can write and rave — mostly negatively — about the new president. But it seems he will, unfortunately, be with us awhile.
Sometime, a year or two ago, I determined that Hilary Clinton was the best choice for the Democratic Party’s nomination for president.
Later, everyone and their brother or sister decided they should run for the Republican presidential nominee. The good money seemed to say that Jeb Bush was likely the nominee.
The news media found a comical presidential candidate in Donald Trump.
Oh, he is just a fool. We will give him some air time and will have a little fun at his expense.
“Wrong!” as Trump says in his hourly tweets.
The news media were the ones who were fooled. I, a mere mortal, likewise were fooled and I was foolish. Donald J. Trump, the 70-year-old real estate magnate courtesy of his inheritance and a public blowhard, will be sworn in on Friday as the 45th U.S. president.
I think that all the free publicity Trump was given during his daily call-ins to CNN and MSNBC and Fox got Trump nominated as the Republican presidential candidate. Big money and Big Brother, the Russian president and Wikileaks were also successful in electing Trump.
Trump won the electoral college. Clinton won the popular vote by almost 3 million. Yet Trump won, and became the elephant in the room.
The outgoing President Barack Obama had his legitimacy challenged by so-called “birthers” who questioned the president’s birth site. Heading that call of those conspiracy freaks — who believed Obama was born in Kenya as his father was — was the “Head Birther” Donald J. Trump. About eight-plus-years later, as Republican nominee, Trump finally and curtly admitted that Obama was, as reality shows, indeed was born in the United States.
Trump has refused belief that Russia and his bromancee, Vladimir Putin is behind the efforts by Russia to influence the U.S. presidential election for Trump. The new president does not appear as if he wants to ruffle any of Putin’s feathers. And it makes me wonder, (music from Stairway To Heaven,) does Trump really feel that people are out to call his presidency “illegitimate.” It is not surprising, as Trump feels everyone is out to get him, at least those who oppose him.
The next four years, more or less, should be an exciting time for some. For others, it will just be a crying shame.
Yesterday I had a cataract removed from my left eye. I didn’t meet the surgeon until I was in the operating room. That is because the ophthalmologist I had previously spoken with was on leave due to a new baby in his family. I ended up having an equally apt surgeon. Or hopefully it will be the case.
Any sort of surgery is imperfect. Saying, ” … having a cataract removed,” is kind of half of the work performed in 30 minutes or so in the operating room. During the surgery, one’s lens is removed from the eye. And a new artificial lens is implanted, As we age, the lens in an eye often is made opaque. The result is what can be described as a “cloudy lens.” Vision is hampered and colors are less brilliant. In my case, I also see so-called “starburst” halos from light including those from automobiles. I have driven too many times more than I should have with this condition because your depth perception is shot to hell. Driving becomes dangerous with this condition.
This is what I see at night, plus hundreds of even more lights glaring as such. Hopefully cataract surgery will reduce “starburst” halos.
Cataract surgery is one of the most common surgeries these days.
Most doctors use a technique known as Phacoemulsification. In very general terms the surgeon makes a tiny incision then uses tools to break up the lens and cataract followed by the implanting the new lens.
Different eye drops are used during and after this surgery. Eye drops and a numbing “gel” which enables the surgeon to anesthetize the eye were used in surgery. I was given a little kit at the VA, where my surgery was done Wednesday, that contains an eye shield and three different eye drops. These eye drops are applied for a month or more.
The amount of tape the surgeon used on me could prompt a commercial for whatever company where the medical tape is purchased. I had an IV inserted on top of my hand and it was taped. As the surgery began, my surgeon said she was going to tape head to the bed.
“This is for, in the event that you doze off, you will remember you are on the OR table, she said.
The attending surgeon told those personnel, however many there were, that they and I should not talk when she began to do her thing. And I could only talk if experienced pain. I was given some kind of sedative, I was pretty loose but not knocked out. I must admit when I was rolled into the OR, I felt a small measure of panic. That soon diminished. Although, I was again freaked somewhat when she looked down at me on the table. Perhaps her brown eyes provided perhaps equal parts strangeness and the rest perhaps a bit of attraction. I know that sounds like something George Constanza from “Seinfeld” would say.
After the surgery, the tape was removed on my head. An eye shield was then placed on my eye, held into place by more tape. This was after the other tape holding my head to the table was ripped off and seemingly took skin or hair. Just kidding.
I wore the patch overnight and had to return to see a doctor the next morning. The doctor I saw had been in the OR, but assisted with the surgery.
When she took the tape holding my eye shield, the doctor was careful to remove the tape. The doctor said she was in the OR, and remembered how annoyed I was the day before when that happened. But, I must admit I was pretty stunned when she took off the shield off and everything was, at least from my left eye, bold and beautiful.
“I can see,” I said. The doctor said that was kind of the whole point of all this.
The difference between my left and my right eye are quite stark. When I close my surgically-interventioned eye, the sight from my right eye appeared is if has a slightly brown tint. For some reason, it looks as if all I see from that right eye had been covered in nicotine. It is pretty strange.
My eyesight overall is much better, even using the right eye. I notice some instability in my left eye. But, I am hopeful that I can get that other eye fixed as soon as possible.
I thought about all the precautions given to me before and after surgery. Some of these are common sense such as having someone to drive you. Others were less clear. It is definitely a drag having to take three different eye drop. However, these drops supposedly help healing and preventing harmful infections. This is pretty important for someone like me who has Type 2 diabetes..
I remain helpful my improved and implanted new lens will continue healing and hope my right eye will join its eye brother. To paraphrase an old Mexican proverb, uh well — read the heading.
