A VALENTINE'S DAY MESSAGE TO TRUMP FROM THE LADIES
Years ago Whitney Houston famously sang, "I believe the children are our future" which always made me laugh because, well, talk about singing the obvious. I mean, really? You figured that out all by yourself?
To me that was like singing, "I believe that monkeys love bananas."
It really doesn't take all that much thought to figure that out, you know?
That song came to me because today the lyric would be "I believe the women are our future."
In the world of movies, the African American audience is about to get its first hero ever in "Black Panther" and women, who John Lennon once said were "the n*ggers of the world," are about to have their day too.
And the most delicious part of it all is that we have Donald Trump to thank for it.
The Black Panther will no doubt play really well in all the shithole countries which I hope empowers black children everywhere. Someone should strap Jeff Sessions down into a movie theater seat and pin his eyes open like Alex of "A Clockwork Orange" and force him to watch. I'm sure when it's over he would give it five Klan sheets.
The White Ivory Tower House, which was built on the backs of slaves, is crumbling, slowly, brick by brick, and the deconstruction is personally being supervised by the #metoo movement.
Every day Trump can add yet another scandal to his Liberace quality Scandalabra and sooner or later it's all going to come crashing down.
I wonder if privately Mike Pence is counseling our President, being that they are both such devout Christians. Every time I see Pence I think of Paul Giamatti's character in the Showtime show, "Billions" who is a New York prosecutor who fancies S&M dungeons. This is pure speculation on my part, but personally, I would bet the farm, that Mike perferes his boots kinky. When anyone lives "the gospel" to an extreme, you don't have to wait long until you hear that his latest confession was held in an airport men's room. He is also a dead ringer for Robert Shaw in "From Russia With Love" and who can not appreciate that irony?
But for now, we have his boss's endless scandals to deal with.
In any other previous administration, any one of those scandals that literally become daily events would have toppled any sitting President. But not this sitting on his ass doing nothing President.
You see, when your only true talents include, slithering, deflection, pathological lying, avoidance and the mass consumption of McDonald's burgers through your perennially strapped on presidential feedbag, you somehow get to live another day.
Trump as I have mentioned in previous blogs, is Donald O.J. Trump.
Not only do they share the color orange, but when it comes to the ladies, they both get away with murder.
Okay, O.J. wins in that particular category (That's no lady, that's my knife) but obviously, I'm being metaphorical.
To take it one step further, when it comes to collusion, the Trump legal team (can you believe a President needs one??) is setting up the O.J. defense. Discredit and blame the accuser. Prejudice the jury, or in this case, Trump's base, so that all they hear is: one of their own is being attacked unjustly and he must be vindicated. Facts and evidence already mean nothing. Even if the OBGYN fits, you must acquit.
Trump thinks that he is the Artful Dodger when in fact he is nothing more than Fagin.
The irony is he is a terrible liar who tells us exactly what cards he is holding all the time.
The election was rigged? Why yes it was. Thanks, Don! You got rid of Comey because of that whole "Russher" thing? "Thanks, for the confession! You believe in due process? Great! I have 19 women ready to due process your fat ass.
From Accesex Hollywood on, the pussy grabbing headline was "I'm a smug, sanctimonious, sexist pig who publicly urinates on sacred laws, avoids paying taxes and hard working people's salaries, Mexicans are rapists. murderers and drug addicts and I am The Flash: the fascist man alive."
And his biggest target of all was his worst nightmare; an intelligent, talented, WOMAN.
It became job one for him to destroy her. Belittle her. Mock her. That's how you slither your way through a debate with someone who is far more capable, experienced and educated than you.
You don't fight like a graceful and skilled Ali. You fight like Jerry Quarry.
And man did Caligula ever play to the cheap seats.
I will never forget the picture of a female Trump supporter wearing a long sweatshirt that had an arrow pointing to her crotch with a caption that read, 'You can grab this Donald."
Right now the flu and the epidemic of Trump are having their day with the very same effect.
Unlike the GOP of Watergate fame, our modern day GOP has simply not come down with Saturday Night Massacre Fever.
No this is a whole new strain of astonishing treason that keeps mutating.
In order to keep President I Will Sign Anything in office and to no doubt keep the Koch brothers in matching pig lined jockstraps, they are willing to have guys like Devon Nunes and Trey Gowdy create fake memos with reams of facts left out, with the sole purpose of discrediting the Department of Justice and the FBI just as skillfully at Johnny Cochran's attack on the LAPD.
Buy try as they may (and they do it really badly) no one has been able to come up with the much needed Mark Fuhrman and that's because Trump has hired every available Mark Fuhrman doppelganger he could scrape off the bottom of the barrel, he, of course, being the biggest Fuhrman of all. The next book: Fired and Fuhrman.
Today we found out that his lawyer and closest ally is claiming to have paid presidential advisor/porn star Stormy Daniels $130,000 out of his own pocket to hush up their affair that went down just after the Me First Lady gave birth to their son.
Let's break that down. An Adulterer? Check. Lying? Check. He was fully aware of what was going on? Check. I would bet anything that the lawyer is lying because that is the kind of loyalty Don Trump Corleone expects. Check. Immoral? Check? Not presidential on ANY level? Check.
The Porter scandal? Check. Why go on? The list is endless.
Every single day we have to listen to Sarah Elmer Fudd stammer her way through her full of holes and contradiction lies, before a group of honest, educated, experienced, highly skilled reporters who have no choice, if they want to get invited back to the party, but to pretend to listen and even worse, respect her and the office.
At what point do we say ENOUGH? If Trump has no trouble called them "fake" then why don't we tell him to go fuck himself?
We should all unilaterally demand that all the news outlets just stop playing this PC game and hit him back HARD with the truth?
Why doesn't anyone stand up to this monster?
Because it always comes down to money. The Koch Brothers are the puppet masters of the GOP and advertising pays the bills for your TV and Newspaper enjoyment. We all know that Fox News, Rush Limbaugh, Alex Jones are scumbags who are feeding the gullible horseshit.
And yet we all sit and do nothing.
We are all complicit and complacent. We are no different than the Queens neighbors who did nothing while Kitty Genovese got butchered.
Shame on you.
News is not the in the news business. They are in the reporting for dollars business. There are all those drug commercials that need to be played in order for America to be properly medicated so that they can get through this bullshit.
But there is a light at the end of the tunnel and it's the frieght train that is coming through the symbolic tunnel is about to become Trump's worst nightmare:
WOMEN.
Just like those adorable scamps, Don Jr and Eric, who slaughtered innocent animals on the Serengeti for sport (posing with their matching triumphant severed elephant tails over the carcasses) daddy has treated women the exact same way. I'm sure, to him, Melania, was nothing more than a piece of tail.
What he doesn't get is that in the jungle, the mighty jungle all the lionesses, who up until now, slept tonight, are all, BECAUSE OF HIM, finally beginning to wake up and not one man-pig in the world is safe.
More women have signed up to run for public office than any other time in history.
So far when it comes to the #metoo movement, it's all been a matter of surrogate target practice.
Since they haven 't been able to evict this worthless asshole from his White House Tower (YET) the next best thing has been to take down guys like Harvey Weinstein and every other smug, self-entitled sex abuser and the appropriately named guy Winn.
This being Valentine's Day I think this is the perfect day for all the ladies to send Trump, not a card, or candy, but rather an eviction notice.
Because here's the fact jack: women are gunning for the Trumps, the way that Michael Corleone went gunning for his enemies during his baby's baptism.
Who's the prey on the Serengeti now?
V DAY is coming (for victory and, you get it).
The torches are lit.
The noose is ready to be tied.
And the mob is all wearing power pumps.
I hear that the second that Trump fires Mueller MILLIONS Of women are poised and ready to flood the streets of DC.
So guys, do yourself a favor will ya?
Start throwing like a girl.
You might pitch a no-hitter.
The kind where no woman will ever be hit again.
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