Oh Kellyanne . . . ! How could you . . . ?

Donald Trump's Hot-air blower and spinmeister, Kellyanne Conway, always manages to wear her trademark smile and/or smirk openly on her Armani sleeves (Crossdressing, perhaps? Well, she sure got balls, as some would attest!). Her seemingly knowing, and some say sneering, smiles were often, and still are, extreme irritation and annoyance to those who hear her defending the indefensible Donald Trump. Her deft deflections of media’s questionings into Trump’s tweets from his midnight toilet duties and pronouncements on the campaign trails only detracted the media into probing into Trump’s other more serious shenanigans and even potential impeachable offenses. Such as his sexual escapees, some were non-consensual, his business misadventures, shady dealings, conflicts of interests and his unfit temperament for the highest office of this land. And the media and the public all fell for them. And the joker won the thorny crown.

Now that the campaign is over, how can she, in good conscience, still be able to work for an accused sexual predator, liar and soon-to-be U.S. president, Donald Trump? Yet she is still able to keep up with her effervescent, bubbly personality. This leaves us wondering. Too much gas, perhaps!? Who knows? It could be that she might also be a closet lover of all Hombre snooking, uh . . . cooking and a secret aficionado of anything Mexicano! Shh . . . , now that you know, just don't tell her boss!

And her perpetual, etched-in sunshiny smile? Too much Botox!? Or maybe that is simply just her best effort as a close imitation of a much older, already discarded version of a wound-up, now factory-rejected Barbie Doll toy! Purely mechanical. Soulless. Devoid of any normal human emotions.

Oh, Kellyanne Conway! What an appropriate last name, although you have also appropriated that name, Conway, from your husband! How could you . . . Conway? But you did con your way into hearts and minds of millions of American voters and turned Donald Trump’s improbable candidacy into an impossible presidency to govern a strongly divided country! Now we have a new wild card in the presidential suits of American so far imperfectly perfect politics, an Emperor Joker Trump, First of that name, moving into the alt-white palace, uh . . . White House. Now the newly vetted, uh . . . wetted, uh, vested emperor is in his new suit, parading in front of his most loyal subjects, in victory tours, across the still shell-shocked, dumbfound nation, wearing nothing to be proud of save his thorny crown!


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We Will Accept Donald Trump's Presidency If . . .

Half of the country is still in shock after what happened on November 8th, 2016. Barack Obama's presidency has been called improbable. Improbable in the sense is how could an African American, raised by a single white mother, attain the highest office of this land, with its slavery past we still can catch glimpses of in our retrospective rear view mirror of history. Then Donald Trump's presidency will be called impossible, impossible to govern because Hillary Clinton won the popular votes, and also given his behaviors and character flaws he has shown in his relentless, take-no-prisoner, scorched-earth drive for power. Bad!

Let's do away with the Electoral College. It doesn't represent the spirit of "every vote counts." Under the Trump Administration, no one can afford any colleges anyway, Electoral College or otherwise. Trump University, anyone? Coming to you from the Trump Enterprise near you. Huge!

His supporters argue the enormity and dignity of the Oval Office will transform Donald Trump. He will be a better man because of it. Donald Trump, as president, will act and behave very differently from the man we saw on campaign trails and in the primary and presidential debates. Bigly, so they say.

Most people would give them the benefit of the doubt, but they should look no further than the 37th president, Richard Nixon’s Watergate snooping affair of the heart of the DNC, or the 42nd, Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky’s White House "smooching" affair of the heart at Washington, DC. The Nixon affair was the corruption and abuse of the office against his own real or imagined political enemies. As an analogy, and to borrow the parlance of Roman Catholicism, Nixon’s affair was an equivalence of a mortal sin that injures others and damages one’s eternal soul, redeemable only through purgatory. The Clinton affair was a momentary weakness of his own moral character and was his own worst enemy. A mere venial sin that could be dispensed with by reciting a few Hail Marys. Amen!

We should take to heart the axiom that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Oval Office is no ordinary military command bunker of a banana republic, it holds the key to the world’s most powerful and destructive arsenals. Trump’s handlers conveniently seem to suffer from a collective lapse of severe short term memory deficit. Low energy!

Personally, I just simply can't separate Donald Trump, the candidate, from Donald Trump, the soon-to-be President. Unless he suffers from a serious mental illness, the Dissociative Identity Disorder, aka, multiple personalities, then he can blame it all on his evil other self, probably goes by the name of Jim Crow Drumpf. Sad!

However, for the good of this country, for our own common and greater good, and just as generous as Obamacare, I call on my fellow countrymen to accept Donald Trump's presidency despite his preexisting conditions. His racism, sexism, misogyny, slandering fabrications, outright lies, xenophobia, narcissism, megalomania, total lack of common decency and civility. Crooked!

But we'll keep tabs on your pulses, both political, financial as well as physical (remember you’re a 70 years old cantankerous old man), with both of your hands (aww, Donald, don't be ashamed, you don't have to win all the time!) at full extent, in full public view with total transparency, so the lefty knows exactly at all time what your righty is doing, besides grasping some poor hapless and helpless women’s “kitty cats”! We'll continue to monitor and prevent any further deterioration of all of your above preexisting conditions. If your impulses, uh . . . pulses continue to show major irregularities, we'll bring to bear our bigger and upper hands and deliver a defibrillation presidential reset, called impeachment. Tyranny and evil prevail only if all good men and women stand idly by and do nothing, and not vote! This will be so bigly huge a knockout punch you wouldn't believe it, believe us. By the way, those hands of yours, Donald, are Lightweight!

Finally, we do hope you will surprise us and succeed in healing this great country and as our president. As President Obama so gracefully and elegantly put it: “I want to emphasize to you, Mr. President-elect, that we now are going to want to do everything we can to help you succeed because if you succeed, then the country succeeds.” Hopefully, in a good way. Big league!

#DonaldTrump #2016PresidentialElection #PopularVotes #ElectoralCollege #Election2016

Donald Trump’s Extreme Vetting

Donald Trump recently proposed extreme vetting for new immigrants coming into this country. Now I know how Donald Trump's hairs stay put and compliant. It's all about extreme vetting, uh . . . extreme wetting, with his loyal-sized, uh . . . royal-sized tub of hair gel.

You can visualize Donald promoting one of his TV commercials, hawking the Trump brand line of products. "You need to keep vetting those hairs extremely, on a daily basis of course, to bend them to your will!" intones Donald Trump. "This thing is huge, folks!" as Trump holds up a super-sized tub of hair gel in his under-sized hands, "Trust me. It works so well you wouldn't believe it." We believe you, Donald, that piece of work on you is glaringly obvious! But Donald Trump the salesman drones on, without missing a beat or getting a clue: “Apply it every day, even better, every hour on the hour. Keep vetting!"

Uh . . . Donald, that's wetting, not vetting! Is that a Freudian slip, as the renowned good Herr Doktor used to wet, uh . . . vet his patients so extremely on his famous couch? Well, Donald, inquiring minds vanna know. Or like Adolf Hitler and his attack dogs, the SS and the Gestapo, used to vet and then wet any political oppositions and those millions of innocent Jewish people very extremely in Nazi Germany's concentration camps? Nazi-Deutsch hier gesprochen, Donald? Some devious and depraved souls in your support groups also vanna know. But Donald, if you continue to publicly pursue your current train of thoughts, I can foresee a train wreck on your presidential run so huge you wouldn’t believe it. Trust me! Also, if you think you can hang on to the minds and souls of your core supporters and still be able to pull a non-Freudian slip from under the rest of the intelligent voting public? Think again!

In fact, this all harks back to Donald Trump's German root, where his grandfather, Friedrich, pulled a draft-dodger sleight of hand to avoid being conscripted into the Kaiser's army in pre-war Germany. He skedaddled to America and changed his family name from Drumpf to Trump, although some claimed the name has been changed long before that, in the seventeenth century. Like his grandson, Donald, after him, Friedrich was also into hospitality business, some kind of “casino” and/or "hotel" (according to some sources), with couple of card tables at the back room of a hausfrau’s hausbräu restaurant, and some side rooms furnished with “sporting ladies” of easy virtues and values, for short stays. Not the kind of ladies you, being of polite and genteel society, would like to spend any wetting time with, for sure. Uh . . . would you? For sure? Or any vetting time with, for that matter. But just the kind of women some men of some lonely-hearts band (who often play their own flute alone) and testosterone-supercharged males want to spend much wetting time with on the cheap. But vetting time? Not so much.

Well, thanks to those extremely unvetting immigrant officials who granted your grandfather, Friedrich, his dubious ‘citizenship’, we end up with you, Donald, on the GOP presidential ticket. The question to the GOP voters now is, have you subjected Donald to extreme wetting, uh . . . vetting before you voted him as your party’s presidential candidate, to represent the party’s values and virtues, easy or otherwise? That is huge, America, it is double jeopardies due to lack of extreme vetting! Hopefully, these two were the only extreme vetting, uh . . . vexing exceptions and examples rather than the norm.

Just what are the republican values, exactly? I think it is more about economic values than Christian values. According to a report released on August 18th, 2016 from the Congressional Budget Office, the top 10% of wealthy families in the U. S. held 76% of total wealth. Never has there been so much owned by so few owes to so many, I say. That is the result of de-regulations and after effects of Trickledown Economy, both are ongoing legacy of Ronald Reagan. The rich are benefited by the laws and regulations enacted by the politicians in Congress, especially the ones with the GOP stripes, at the expense of the vanishing Middle Class.

On moral issues based on Christian values, the Republican candidate is coming up short, at least on the marriage bed. Donald Trump is thrice married, what happens to the time-honored Christian vow “till death do us part” part? He had long known as a playboy with fast cars and even faster women, previous owner of Miss Universe and Miss USA pageants, before he became a playa in fast politics, with ever-shifting advocacy pandering and policy flip-flops. His past and/or present wetting waywardness, I am sure, in some form or another, has all been covered up, like any good politicians worth his cash, by hush money from his own discretionary funds. Hillary Rodham Clinton, on the other hand, was a model of an ever suffering wife throughout Bill Clinton’s years of affairs of the hards, uh . . . heart, culminating in the Monica Lewinsky affair crisis. Despite Bill’s extreme wetting behaviors, her devotion to their marriage was unquestionable, her motive was for the common good, but her long-suffering was inimitable. That is a kind of forgiving woman only a very few men that are lucky enough to have married. To err is human, to forgive is divine, as they say. If Hillary was a Catholic, she would be on a short list for canonization, her name would be forever enshrined and venerated in the pantheon of spousal saints of long-suffering wives.

Lately Donald Trump seemed to have moderated his campaign tones, but the man has already shown his true colors. His recent reconciliation overtones are cosmetic, within the man harbors a major deep character flaw which occasionally rears its ugly head in unguarded moments, or when he strayed off the teleprompter scripts. Speaking of head, we can draw a parallel here. His character flaw is just like a barren patch of real estate on the top of his head, which he tries in vain to cover up with redirected strands of hair and gel (think media spin doctors and PR men). But occasionally a gust of wind (think unguarded moments, Freudian slips) announces its glaring presence, with scintillations of racism, misogyny and white nationalism reflected upon it. This is not the “shining city on the hill” Reagan moments some old-guard republicans want the rest of America to see or remember. Instead, what you see is Donald painting his vision of a “blighted, flickering-lit city on the barren hill” America along his campaign trail. That gives people a lot of hope when this country needs it the most at this turbulent time, Donald.

His new, toned-down campaign strategy is just mere vain effort to rearrange a few strands of his hair. But a few redirected strands do not a new hairdo or image make. A leopard will not change its spots, nor a tiger its stripes! Will a carnivore ever become a vegan? Most unlikely! A vegan needs a green, good solid thumb to make things grow. Donald Trump is sorely short on that part. His bald pate is a testimony to that fact. He has shown himself as a man lacking hugely in empathy and compassion, a self-centered, boorish, boastful, egoistic narcissist. What frightens most people is that this potential leader of the free world, is a certifiable ignoramus who is lacking in far-sight visions, thoughtful insights and intellectual discourse, advice-resistant, with not an ounce of sensitivity in his body except on his extra thin skin, with little fingers on the triggers of a huge nuclear arsenal the world has ever amassed.

If Donald loses this election, he'll be a pariah in this country and down will also go all of Trump brand products and his business. In time even his most ardent supporters will desert him, looking for some other "Great New Fuhrer" to pick up their causes. In politics, losing is the name of a harsh, judgmental and unforgiving mistress, she will lose you and check out as soon as your last check is cleared. Hopefully, comes November, this is exactly what the voters will do and tell Donald Trump to go and wet himself!

After this self-inflicted public humiliation, this poor big little rich man would most likely emigrate, uh . . . skedaddle back to his German ancestral homeland and would so craves his anonymity so as to change his last name back to Drumpf again. Hopefully, Germany would not have such stringent immigration vetting process in place, what would happen to the last remnants of Donald’s hairs after such extreme wetting, uh . . . vetting. Ah, poetic justice, like a boomerang, is best served full circle!

Now you know the rest of the story. Let's rally behind John Oliver's call to "Make Donald Dumb Again!" Uh . . . actually it was to "Make Donald Drumpf Again!" We are just splitting hair here, aren’t we?


#DonaldTrump #ExtremeVetting #MakeDonaldDrumpfAgain #ImmigrantsVetting

P.S. I’ve been writing and saving most of blogs, and intend to put them on one of the books I’m working on. But the outbursts from Trump are so extreme I have to put this one and the one before this out here.

Expanded Notes on the 2016 Republican National Convention

The policy pranks, uh . . . planks that support the GOP political platform are so stressed by Donald Trump's super-sized ego and BMIs (Big Macho Index and Body Mass Index) that it'll surely collapse like a house of cards. Those policy planks are, for all intents and purposes, in fact pranks, they are called Donald Trump’s follies.

"The platforms" lamented one exterminator Jeb! delegate, "are so full of corporate tax loop-holes and so infested with Darwin capitalist termites that they are untenable, unsalvageable and supportable." "Yup, siree Bob," barked an ex-navy seal Ted Cruz super delegate, "and they squeak and squeal like a storm-battered sinking GOP ship, dragged down by Donald’s near-sight visions and foot-in-the-mouth commentaries, it is going down with Donald’s weak small hands clutching at the helm." "Donald Trump is beyond hopeless," sniffed one NAACP director from the regional chapter and a local Weight Watcher office executive, "one can't possibly help a person who is prone to and yet feels upright about throwing his racist, demagoguery and misogynous weights around."

This was for the first time in many years that the RNC was seen without a Bush, leaving the presumptive, annoyed, uh . . . anointed nominee exposed, with all his naked and unsightly ambitions on full display, with no moderately cultivated GOP-ism of the 41st Bush to cover up. Personally, I don’t think it would make any differences, however thick, trimmed or bare the Bushes are. They could not hide the bombastic disregards and disrespect for common decency, moderation, convention and the overblown and fragile ego Donald has repeatedly flaunted in public.

Trump was the proverbial emperor in his new suit, he has no clues on what he is doing, and blissfully unaware the consequences of his actions and words. In the process, he unintentionally exposes his own shortcomings, ignorance to the ridicules of others. In this convention, Donald Trump did exactly that, he proudly donned his new suit, and paraded in all his naked glory, leaving no imagination to come between the gawkers and his disappointing and hugely unimpressive, dare I say, “crown jewels”, which shouldn't be seen in the bright light of day. Let alone during a national convention! And on live TV, to boot! According to the verdicts of majority of media political pundits: Trump threw a dark veil over Reagan’s portrait of a “shining city on the hill” America in his acceptance speech. He had a chance to show his “hands” in this convention, but he came out short.

If hands and hair are a good measure of a man's macho machismo, among other things, according to the man, Trump himself, then when the campaign smoke clears and the electoral game called, it'll reveal the suite of cards Donald has is of lesser hands and without a trump in it. The only illegitimate cards he managed to secret up in his sleeves or under his hair are a pair of xenophobic anti-Muslim King of Clubs, and an anti-immigration Ace of Spades. Beside these, he has abundant misinformation tricks and hypocritical boasts, in spades, so to speak. In addition to his addiction for self-aggrandizements and ego-maniacal exploits, Trump is also a twitter-holic, his knee-jerk reflexes and overwhelming urge to caw like a raven, upon a slightest provocation, is legendary. Donald is easily annoyed, you see. Instead of “@RealDonaldTrump”, he should change his twitter handle to “@RealJimCrow”. His twitter appendage, uh . . . handle, like his other appendages, his hair and hands, their impressions are greatly exaggerated. He is but a narcissistic, publicity-hound male counterpart of the “Kim Kardashian of the Instagram world” in the twitter-sphere.

It will further show that the only crown the presumptuous newly crowned emperor wearing is but a barren, uninhabitable piece of real estate and unintellectual property, known also as the top, uh . . . crown of his uncultivated head, well covered-up, just like his bankruptcies, by misappropriating and re-directing funds, uh . . . in this case, hair; and ultimately, both have proven to be “hugely” unsuccessful and misguided efforts. Now, that is splitting hair, if you ask me.

Remember, if you don’t vote, you are voting for Trump!


#DonaldTrump #2016RNC

The 2016 Republican National Convention Notes

This is the first time for a long time that the Republican National Convention is seen without a Bush, leaving the current presumptive nominee quite exposed and naked, revealing an emperor without his suit.

The policy planks that support the #2016RNC platforms are so stressed by Donald Trump’s super-sized ego, it'll collapse like a house of cards.

When the smoke clears, and the game called, it'll show the suite of cards Donald has is of lesser hands and without a trump in it.

#2016RNC #DonaldTrump