Shithole


Ponder newspeak of shithole Trump –

“George Orwell warns us in his dystopian novel 1984 that authoritarianism begins with language. In the novel, “newspeak” is language twisted to deceive, seduce and undermine the ability of people to think critically and freely.

Donald Trump’s unapologetic bigoted language made headlines again Thursday when it was reported he told lawmakers working on a new immigration policy that the United States shouldn’t accept people from “shithole countries” like Haiti. Given his support for white nationalism and his coded call to “Make America Great (White) Again,” Trump’s overt racist remarks reinforce echoes of white supremacy reminiscent of fascist dictators in the 1930s.” – http://www.macleans.ca/news/world/shithole-countries-trump-uses-the-rhetoric-of-dictators/

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Romulus Augustus


Romulus Augustus appeared on my Facebook page yesterday. Written by Nigel Best, a fellow Canadian who echoes my sentiments –

When a dog has fleas, a powder helps. worms? it’s given medicine.

When the dog has cancer, it’s only right that the animal is put to sleep.

So it should be with Romulus Augustus, such is the name of the dog.

Romulus is the mastiff American republicans adopted a couple of years ago. Despite some fears about his temperament and his propensity to shift in an instant from licking to snarling, the party took him in, gave him a few dog whisperers, and put him out on show.

“somehow, he manages to grab us all in a certain way, despite a certain revulsion at the slobbering jowls,” gushed one junior senator at Romulus’ inaugural event just 12 months ago.

Excess salivating aside, the party membership in America needs to accept what the rest of us could already discern on that cold day, the dog looked very sick.

Republicans had to have known something may be going on when their mastiff started pissing on the bed. with some hindsight, perhaps the congress should have done something earlier, but when one has a pet, it’s sometimes hard to accept this day will arrive, especially not this quickly.

By mid-year, it was a little more difficult to afford or reconcile Romulus’ sneaking into offices and pissing on senators’ heads as they attempted to sleep on office sofas between late-night committee sessions.

“all i needed was him to quieten down and curl up in my lap, but he just could not, or would not,” said a Utah congressman. “yet, it still seemed possible he would take a turn for the better.”

It’s hard to hear that something one has coddled is riddled with inoperable tumors, though it probably helps to understand some of the animal’s most outlandish and erratic behaviors stemmed from a systemic sickness.

It must have been difficult to shake off questions about his behavior, even as they were being mocked and ridiculed.

Was that perhaps because some were in horror at the appearance of being aloof to his plight? Now that there’s no disguising this sickness, will there be any pity for the appearance of being almost inhumane?

It should not have come to this, but look, Romulus is barely able to breathe. he can barely walk. having gone almost blind, like any creature in a similar situation, he is afraid. that accounts for his bared teeth and attempts to bite at any shadow that flits across his dimming pupils.

It is cruel to keep the sick animal on a life-support system. at the same time he is taxing your well-being, putting your health at risk with the constant not knowing what is next.

It’s never easy letting go. having to have done it before, dog owners will tell you, whisper gently into Romulus’ ears as the sharp needle is administered.

You will detect in his final moments that this is exactly what he has been wanting from you. those early-morning yelps of desperation that would rouse you daily from your slumber, those were his appeals for this moment.

You will know he will be thanking you as the drug helps him slip into oblivion.

So, in the sake of empathy, now is the moment to say goodbye to Romulus Augustus. as the saying goes, every dog has its day.

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But You Know What, I Like You


By rough estimates Donald Trump has referred to Elizabeth Warren as “Pocahontas” 26 times, the 27th came this week. Trump stood in the Oval Office with 3 veteran WWII Navajo Code Talkers, it was supposed to be a ceremony honouring their military service. The pride of right wing America connected colouring book dots, so pleased with himself for equating Native American veterans with Democrat Senator Elizabeth Warren. Simultaneously creaming his pants while patting himself on the back, Trump simpered –

“You were here long before any of us were here,” Trump said, standing beneath a portrait of former President Andrew Jackson. “Although we have a representative in Congress who they say was here a long time ago. They call her Pocahontas.”

Turning to the veterans, Trump said “but do you know what? I like you.”

U.S. President Donald Trump reacts as he honours Navajo Code Talkers for their contributions during World War Two at the White House in Washington, U.S., November 27, 2017.

WTF! “But do you know what? I like you”. That’s how a world leader honours veterans? Never mind the peculiar photo-op staging, the jury still deliberates whether Trump thought it hysterical or was oblivious to parading Navajo veterans in front of an Andrew Jackson portrait. (Andrew Jackson signed the Indian Removal Act of 1830, a nasty piece of legislation intended to strip native Americans of land rights) But hey, Trump “likes” these veterans, unlike his wrath for Elizabeth Warren, the outspoken Democrat Senator who admittedly listed herself a minority of native American descent in the Association of American Law Schools directory – right wing media lost their minds. How dare she advance her career by claiming so much as a snippet of minority blood!

All the quibbling in the world can’t justify Donald Trump calling Elizabeth Warren “Pocahontas”. Only the vilest of human beings would do so in a formal ceremony honouring war heroes. White House spokesperson Sarah Huckabee Sanders denied Pocahontas a racial slur, insisting the public focus on Trump’s “intent” rather than his words. “Intent” to what? Are we supposed to praise President Putz for graciously liking some native Americans, drink White House Kool-Aid spiked with mind numbing froth of a madman?

Deplorable ignorance runs in the family. Ever so reasoned Eric Trump tweeted – “The irony of an ABC reporter (whose parent company Disney has profited nearly half a billion dollars on the movie ‘Pocahontas’) inferring that the name is ‘offensive, is truly staggering.” Stop, I can’t take it!

Forget Russia, I want to know why Americans aren’t marching on Washington in protest of Trump’s racist conduct. He promised to drain the swamp, all he’s done is create a quagmire of disparaging hypocrisy. Please America, stop clucking from the comforts of home long enough to see what’s happening.

Grab Them By The Pussy


America, you elected a swell president A year ago this week, a month before the election, you said “Meh” to “grab them by the pussy”. Nobody cried “fake news”, how could you – Trump’s abominable core was irrefutable. Amid the propaganda frenzy of “crooked Hillary”, did you think the world would overlook dismissal of a  “grab them by the pussy” president? How about your wives, daughters, sisters, mothers? Could Trump grab your daughter by the pussy provided he made America great again?

If you support Donald Trump watch this video. When you’re done, explain to your wives, daughters, mothers and sisters why a great nation condones exploitation of women as sexual objects. When you’re done, ask yourself if a man like this represents your core values. Have a word with yourself, explain to your sons they too can take advantage of women if they’re rich and powerful enough. A year after “grab them by the pussy” defined your president, ask yourself how excusing his loathsome sense of entitlement makes America great.

Forty Nine Years


Olympic Games Mexico City October 16, 1968 – Tommie Smith and John Carlos won gold and bronze medals in the 200 meter race. Wearing  black socks to represent black poverty, both stood shoeless at the podium. Smith wore a black scarf to symbolize black pride, Carlos a beaded necklace – ” for those individuals that were lynched, or killed and that no-one said a prayer for, that were hung and tarred. It was for those thrown off the side of the boats in the Middle Passage.”. When the Star Spangled Banner played, Smith and Carlos bowed their heads and raised clenched fists of iconic protest. The stadium erupted in boos, Olympic officials lost their shit, Smith and Carlos went home to death threats. The following week Time magazine wrote “Faster, higher, stronger is the motto of the Olympic games, angrier, nastier, uglier, better describes the scene in Mexico City last week”.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1968_Olympics_Black_Power_salute

Forty nine years later the “make America great again” man simpers like a dotard as professional athletes refuse to stand for the national anthem. As if the world demanded further proof America teeters on the brink of collapse, Trump pouts infantile Tweets like – “Wouldn’t you love to see one of these NFL owners, when somebody disrespects our flag, to say, “Get that son of a bitch off the field right now. Out. He’s fired. He’s fired!” Make no mistake America, your president is an asshole. A unhinged megalomaniac hell bent on dictatorial obedience, a snake oil salesman so diabolical he feeds on manipulated adoration without a tinge of conscience.

Trump hasn’t the foggiest notion why professional athletes kneel during the national anthem. He doesn’t bother with issues of police brutality, can’t comprehend poverty, exclusion, racial profiling. In Trump’s America Negroes are uppity. Make no mistake, America’s puppet master knows how to pluck strings of his starry eyed fans. Throngs of slack jawed patriots blither unequivocal allegiance to Trump, incapable of grasping the fact nothing has changed in half a century.

Greatness can’t be declared, it’s earned when individuals lead by  example. Forty nine years ago Smith and Carlos attained a level of greatness Trump wouldn’t recognize if it slapped him in the face. Forty nine years later, the man elected on make great again hogwash has the audacity to Tweet “fire the son of a bitch” when African American athletes kneel in peaceful protest during the national anthem.Wake up America, you’ve had 49 years and failed miserably.

Mentally Deranged U.S. Dotard


“Mentally deranged U.S. dotard”, words North Korean leader Kim Jong-Un used to describe Donald Trump following Trump’s asinine soap box rant at the United Nations. The pride of America saw fit to turn his first UN address into a template for self serving ignorance. Only a dotard would poke “rocket man” sticks at Kim Jong Un. Kudos to North Korea’s lunatic for pulling out a antiquated English language thesaurus. Strictly speaking “dotard” alone would suffice, we’ll never know but I’m of a mind to think Kim Jong Un or his advisors added “mentally deranged” as reference for linguistically challenged Trump. Oh man, Trump lost his shit, so mad he prefaced rocket man with “little”.  Now the little rocket man plans to detonate a hydrogen bomb in the Pacific Ocean. Hysterical as little rocket man calling Trump a mentally deranged.S. dotard may be, there’s nothing funny about it.

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