Hide in bunker? Cyanide?
Nope. Omelet bar.
I watched the whole speech Grifter delivered in the Rose Garden. I admit it. I was shaking. I was dressed in camouflage. I had my panic room ready--coat closet and meals-ready-to-eat. Bags of Pepperidge Farm Brussels and Mint Milanos.
And then he began. This was a word salad unlike any since Sarah Palin's resignation speech as Governor. Worth Googling a transcript if it still exists. Back to the Grifter.
As the word salad began, I could not think of anything but that surely he would be carted off by emergency technicians to a psychiatric ward. I could not get this song out of my head.
Then the Grifter started to sing. Oh, to have a crowd shot.
As he continued, I realized I could eat the whole bag of cookies because this was not an EMERGENCY. He admitted it. It was, once again, a man-child tantrum. I truly am beginning to believe he will never meet any consequences. I just heard someone on MSNBC say for a man who has nothing to hide he is sure acting like he has something to hide. Wrong. Why? What has changed? Every day it just gets crazier.
A few more moments in music this week:
White-as-the-underbelly-of-a-trout Pence was met with total silence twice. Once in Poland at a conference when he called on America's "allies" to follow Trump in withdrawing from the Iran nuclear deal. Have to put "allies" in quotes as his despot buddies were not there. Total silence. Maybe the sound system was faulty?
In Munich he gave a speech at a security council and said he brought greetings from you-know-who and again was met with complete silence. He took deep breaths and shook his head both times. Hope Mother was there to let him know he was a fine, fine boy and they were just mean girls and boys. I really hoped he would walk away to the song "The Sound of Silence."
And then there was Princess Natasha, I mean Complicit, one of the few people who did not applaud when Chancellor Merkel commented on Ivanka's lap-dance daddy's absurd charges that German cars are a national security threat to America. Maybe we should build a wall around the Yuge BMW plant in Spartanburg, South Carolina. Hey, Senator Graham, let your BFF know that.
I think of the Titanic Captain going down with his ship. Then I think of the Grifter spending Day One of the Emergency at the omelet bar in Mar a Lago.
Good place to call on Iggy Popp to close this out.
Grifter went . . . I’m stuck.
Beto there too . . . nope, I’m stuck.
El Paso . . . I’m fried.
I promise this is temporary. The Orange Barker’s carnival in El Paso just stymied me so that I am at a loss for words.
I am going to let others do the speaking for me on this Fri-ku.
Oh my gosh, I have a visitor who has something to add to help me out. It is the wise Memphis Earlene who has no patience for fools. I need to tread lightly. She is a great blues legend. Her take on this:
Drinking whiskey for breakfast feeling dazed and confused.
Woke up this morning with the Border Wall Blues.
Pockets full of empty. Head full of network news.
That jackass in the White House wants his Border Wall Blues.
Check her website at www.memphisearlene.com. She often shares her wisdom with Judith Podell, author of BLUES FOR BEGINNERS: STORIES AND OBSESSIONS, available as e-book on Amazon.
Music always soothes my soul. I thought it appropriate to include El Paso by Marty Robbins. Oops it is the story of a cowboy in love with a Mexican woman. Damn. Sometimes it just happens, I guess.
Live from S&L!*
Whoops! That's what Junior T thinks.
Grifter's at Nancy's.
*Dim-bulb Donnie Trump Junior thought "SNL" was "S&L," and he criticized the show for making too much fun of Big Daddy.
Okay, I watched the SOTU. One of the necessary evils of running a website read by Never-Trumpers and Resisters is that I have to keep up with the swampy world of the Grifter. Hopefully, I will not disappoint. I will continue until he resigns, is defeated or dragged from the White House as a result of one of the multitude of investigations. Wait, he said no more legislation if the "ridiculous" investigations continue. No more legislation just means more executive time for him.
I will let the experts do the fact checking for you. My favorite can be found at the NPR fact check article, HERE.
On a personal level, here are the moments that stood out for me:
Where is Roger Stone?
Right where he wants. The limelight.
Hope smugness shrinking.
That might be wishful thinking on my part. If you have not seen the documentary Get Me Roger Stone, I highly recommend it. This is a man that exemplifies the adage, A Roger Stone Blathers So Much.
Stone craves attention. Okay, he wins in the sense I am giving it to him. I will only comment on items I think show why he should be hiding under his bed with his dogs. He says they have been trembling there since the FBI raided his Batman Penguin cave -- a raid by agents who were not being paid on the day they took him in.
Let’s start with his Grifter pal who tweeted Greatest Witch Hunt in the History of our Country! NO COLLUSION! Border Coyotes, Drug Dealers and Human Traffickers are treated better. Who alerted CNN to be there?
Do not see Roger's name mentioned. Just his usual cut and paste job with his relished dig at CNN.
Anyone with any knowledge of self-proclaimed trickster Roger must know of the Nixon tattoo on his back. He said the reason he is a Nixonite is because of his indestructability and resilience and that he never quits. Does the date August 9, 1974, not mean anything to him?
The Nixon Foundation just disavowed him.
Got kicked out of Dole campaign after it was found out he and his wife were advertising for big, strong men to join them in threesomes. To each his own, but he denied it until it was shown to be true. That is rightfully meaningless in the Mueller investigation, but he also has a strong relationship with Kristin Davis, the Manhattan Madam -- a relationship that included putting together orgies for high profile clients in the past. Currently, he lives with her when he is in New York while his wife is in Florida. Two things stand out for me. She served prison time for dealing drugs, including Adderall (hmmm reminds me of a sniffing President) and has been questioned by Mueller.
His grandson opened a GoFundMe Page for Gramps but closed it down after contributions were a whopping $3796. Sorry to those reaching for your wallets.
Supposedly he still has contact with the Grifter at times. He was booted from the campaign in August 2015. Trump said he fired Stone accusing him of using the campaign for his own personal publicity. No outdoing the Grifter.
Stone considers himself Grifter’s greatest loyalist. This Tuesday, Roger said to Breitbart that Trump’s presidency is in mortal peril because the Russian investigation amounts to a “speeding bullet heading for his head.” Good thing Grifter has that critter on his head to ward it off. Or maybe Rog will lend him his top hat.
Poor Roger got off to a bad start during his first court appearance. One of his lawyers was dressed as ridiculous as Roger usually is, and both of the attorneys were chastised by the judge for not filing proper paperwork.
Roger has said, “If life is a stage, you should always be in costume.” Hope he looks good in orange.