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                              On July 4 th , 1776, the Continental Congress adopted the  Declaration of Independence , which proclaimed the independence of a new United States of America from Great Britain and its king. The declaration came 442 days after the first shots of the  American Revolution  were fired at Lexington and Concord in  Massachusetts  and marked an ideological expansion of the conflict that would eventually involve France’s intervention on behalf of the Americans. In justifying American independence, Jefferson drew generously from the political philosophy of John Locke, an advocate of natural rights, and from the work of other English theorists. The declaration features the immortal lines, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It then went on to present a long list of grievances th

It’s almost July, heat is on its way and I most definitely have the early stages of the summertime blues which includes the somewhat hypnotic side effect of adding the names of song titles to sentences.   The treatment for that is pure mountain spring logic which is exactly what I’m going to approach now. My most embedded compass always points me in one direction: home. When we are home, we want to leave and when we leave all we want to do is go home.   That kind of push/pull mentality can drive a person crazy on any given day. Luckily we all carry a mall’s worth of itty bitty movie theaters in our heads that offer feature quality moments of both our quickly fading and barely reachable past. Slowly lower your eyes lids like a royal curtsy and just like that, a lifetime of silent images will begin to project onto them.   Sometimes the soundtrack comes first.   A song will suddenly appear on the radio or in the aisle of CVS and they do double duty as they become th

I want a trial separation from Trump.     More specifically, the kind of trial that I want is a humiliating and punishing impeachment divorce. I’m tired of being the Melania of this marriage and I want out.   Like any other woman who has closed their eyes and held their breath while they were with him, Stormy Daniels style, I’ve had it with acrobatically bending over backward to please him. The entire #metoo movement was born out of his treatment of us.   We take down Weinstein, Spacey et al because on one level we are taking Trump d. own too.   The big joke is he’s impotent and we are too. And yet we keep getting fucked, over and over and over and over again. The very fact that Trump extolls the virtues of murderous thugs like Putin and Un,   the real animals of the planet, who do God knows what to women, is proof positive that Trump should star in the new Elton John musical, Bully Idiot. Well are a country of manhandled wives whose limited language

Those are not just the words that Rock Hudson or the affable, sweater addicted Mr. Rogers spoke. These are the words that we all must begin and end our day with if we want to survive and most importantly, stay sane. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting really tired of blowing up my spleen like a long forgotten Vegas hotel every time Trump opens his big fat McDonald’s apple pie hole.   I don’t just don’t angry, I turn instantly into a feral Werewolf, going from sweet and patient Lon Chaney, Jr to hirsute and howling   Lon Chaney, Jr. in seconds.   What kind of way is this to live?   Besides letting off steam what are we accomplishing other than acting like the morons who continue to dance and sing, toothless and racist, in a snaking rumba line behind their idiot king? The President’s personality and behavior have always set the gold standard for America.   For those of us who were around during the days of JFK, it was three years of daffy bliss.   For the