The chickens come home to roost for Lying No. 45

The policy of “no tolerance” for immigrants illegally crossing the U.S. that has led to thousands of children caged like laying hens is just one more instance of a stupid president surrounded by sycophants.

President 45 caved to pressure and signed an executive order today that supposedly ensures those adults arrested for illegally crossing the border are not to be separated from their children. Thousands of children are stuffed inside a number of buildings, caged like laying hens, many of those  babies and toddlers with no idea why their parents are not around to pick them up.  Like 45’s co-signature on a communique with North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un allegedly will result in “de-nuclearization” of the Korean Peninsula, the order signed today is short of specifics. For instance: How will children snatched from their parents be reunified with those mothers and fathers and where will they stay?

The constant pictures and audio recordings in the news media of children wailing as federal authorities separate families have created a s*** storm among more than a majority of Americans. Traditional supporters of this president including some evangelical leaders like Franklin Graham and all living First Ladies — including at least in some measure Melania 45 — have  criticized this policy. Kirstjen Nielsen, who as Homeland Security secretary, has played a major ass-kisser in this matter and among the other ass-kissers has proven to be as big a liar as the president. Nielsen was paid back last night for her loving support of baby-snatching as she was loudly accosted by protesters while she was dining in a Mexican restaurant. Talk about your pot calling the kettle black!

During this whole screwup the president and his mighty band of ass-kissers lied that the causation of the federal baby-snatching was due to laws and court cases, but he mostly laid the blame on congressional Democrats. That is totall bulls***, of course. With daughter Ivanka and First Lady Melania nipping at the president’s butt, his caving was in no doubt hasten by GOP lawmakers who see a blue wave in their future.

Secretary Nielsen didn’t even finish her avocado. Too bad. So sad. Photo by EFD

Even Pope Francis was critical of this most recent lack of moral action by the administration of President 45.

Speaking of moral clarity, I recently emailed the state leader of a mainstream religion in Texas and asked him about the single most-puzzling aspect of this president’s actions. I speak of his compulsive lying. It isn’t that No. 45 misrepresents this fact or another. He is a bald-face liar and now, more and more, those around him feel compelled to lie for him.

My question to this holy man was this: Lying, or bearing false witness as it appears in the Ten Commandments, is a sin. So, how can people who purport devotion to their faith put up with the constant whoppers this a**hole president spins? Many folks I know who support 45 shrugs this off with the “all politicians lie” excuse.

But if someone lies to their friend or relative on a constant basis, would that person eventually throw up their hands and keep their distance from these liars? No matter that a biblical admonition to tell the truth might be a spiritual imperative, it like other Commandments, are a moral and social guideline for getting along in this world.

The religious guy whom I e-mailed wrote me back, unable to attempt an answer to my question as to how can the devout put up with this prevaricator-in-chief. He even gave me the impression that there was something ill with my asking such a question.

Such a moral force our nation has become under President 45. I can only hope the President 45 faithful will not choose to drink cyanide-laced Kool-Aid at some point in time.

*Note: Because of his innate repugnancy, I refuse to use the president’s name anymore.

The president and his big “surprise”

A big story today that will probably drop off the face of the political earth by tomorrow –At the moment, CNN reports that Iranian forces fired rockets at Golan Heights — probably qualifies for the least surprising news. The U.S. president who prefers Twitter time to that of a chief executive of the nation accidentally tweeted that his idea of “fake news” is a news report that is not favorable to the administration.

Surprise, surprise, surprise! As Gomer Pyle used to exclaim, although the simpleton Marine would blurt that phrase when something was pleasantly fortuitous.

No pile, Pyle. — Photo courtesy of Wikimedia.

What is most upsetting, at least to those who revere the First Amendment,  President Little Fingers tweets: “Why do we work so hard in working with the media when it is corrupt? Take away credentials?”

All of this because this corrupt president can dish it out but can’t take it. I have become amazed how some folks with good sense can worship this orange asshole. I ended a friendship on Facebook, and in real life, because this friend can’t admit when he is wrong. He was that way before President Orangutan Butt, but his man love for this sorry excuse for a leader just hastened things. If my friend/ex-friend can admit his part in the feud, then perhaps we can begin at least talking again. If not …

Such stupidity on behalf of our idiot president can be dismissed by many. But after more than 20 years as a journalist and an almost equal tenure as a public servant in city, state and federal government such thoughtless pronouncements makes the prospect of a possible authoritarian nation worrisome. That is why I don’t use the name of the person who Russia helped elect him as our president. (Maybe not maybe so. This is my opinion and you don’t have read it.)

 

More old person fun: Colonoscopy

Here I am, drinking my third cup of, coffee today. That is something I rarely do. The reason for consumption of another cup is my hope that it might assist me, to put it delicately, take a dump. I drank a 5-ounce cup of Prepopkit around three hours ago. Coffee stimulates the colon, or so I read.

This disappointment is not because I like defecating. I am supposed to have a colonoscopy as well as some kind of upper gastrointestinal tests early in the morning.

The test is nothing I look forward to although the procedure itself isn’t usually as bad, at least the colonoscopy. It isn’ one of those — you turned 50 so you need a colonoscopy.  In my case, I am 62. My last test was at 49 years of age. I’ve not had one since.

That previous procedure wasn’t fun. Not only was the preparation, with the twisted name GoLightly, god-awful but the test wasn’t so hot either.

I was living in Waco at the time and was a VA patient so I had to drive to Temple, where the Olin Teague VA Medical Center and part of the Texas A & M medical school awaited me.

It takes guts to have a colonoscopy. National Institute of Health image.

My tests are due to possible internal blood loss. I have known I had anemia for several years.  My neurologist prescribed B-12 shots once a month that I must give myself. My primary care doctor, where I now live, in Southeast Texas, ordered the tests due to lab work showing low values relating to my blood. The doctor wanted to determine whether I had some blood loss in my digestive system.

So here I am, almost four hours and movement. I am supposed to drink another six ounces of laxative at 8:00 p.m. Maybe that will, as they say here, “get my bowels in an uproar.” I don’t want to have my test canceled. I’d have to go through all this again.

Crap.

Ah, nature

I was thinking the other day about Boykin Springs campground in the Angelina National Forest.  There is nothing I want to expound upon. This scene kind of does it for me for the time being.

A tranquil look at the Boykin Springs Lake in the Angelina Natioinal Forest.

Hell of a thing, I tell you

Photo by Jeff Kubina through Creative Commons.

With nothing to do but think, President Lincoln thinks that the neighborhood is going to hell in a hand-basket. Were he not a momentous mass of marble and almost 209 years old, he might well get up and traipse back up to Illinois or Kentucky and split logs for a cabin.

Happy New Year! Stick it up your a**!

This is my first post for 2018. So, I took a month off. Sue me.  Remember this:

“If we don’t change it, let’s have a shutdown,” Trump said of the nation’s immigration laws. “We’ll do a shutdown and it’s worth it for our country. I’d love to see a shutdown if we don’t get this stuff taken care of.”

Yeah President Money Bags, you don’t face sleeping in your van if a have a shutdown, like me. Yes sir, Cadet Bone Spurs (that’s a great nickname, thanks to Sen. Tammie Duckworth, Illinois Democrat. You do know how to screw a lot of things up. Take, perhaps, like the economy. The Dow Jones Average took another big nose dive today — 1033 points. Is that the Orange One’s doing? Why not? Whenever something good happens, he claims credit for it. Why shouldn’t he take the good with the bad?

How much 45 has do with the Dow good and bad is speculation. The market seems to live in this territory of gravity. You know, what goes up must come down. The last couple of days find the market in a “correction.” That is what people say when they, like me, don’t have a f***ing clue as to what is happening. It’s like the price of gasoline, you may have an increase in crude somewhere of $1 a gallon. It could be the weather. It could be global warming. It might just be two squirrels in a death match over an acorn located somewhere in the oil patch.

We, I, dodged a bullet last month with that long-weekend shutdown. We even got the furloughed four hours back without missing a beat.

But why? Why live and die with the whims of congress and that straw-headed orangutan?

It’s a hell of a thing, I remember hearing someone say one time. Yes. It definitely is a hell of a thing.