Sunday, March 18, 2018

A QUESTION OF INTENT

Whenever these negotiations (such as they are) come to a decipherable end, one thing will be clear: THE FACTS WILL NOT BE ARGUABLE.

The conduct of Trump constitutes obstruction of justice IF he had the requisite criminal intent as distinguished from " it was not my intent to break any law."

That's a tough one to prove.  If his base can come back together, a repeat of the 2016 election ensues and Trump walks away. This brings his charm and personal appeal into play. OR, can common sense regroup and realize that one and one will always make two?

TRUMP vs MUELLER--------BALBOA vs CREED---BUCKLE UP----THE WORLD'S AT STAKE


Sunday, March 11, 2018

AM I HAVING SOLE VISION

Don't you sense it or is it too unpleasant for what you thought the end would be?

The world is going nuts, climate wise. Everything in the sky is SEVERE, to the point of kill (or over-kill). There's no such thing as moderation. Human conduct echoes terrestrial misconduct as people kill people in time with hell from hand held plurality weapons. Is there no end to this mayhem?

Why do horrific endings to sci-fi movies of the past post themselves as reality scenarios of the present? Why are mad-men rulers of the past today's norm?

BECAUSE THE WORLD IS COMING APART AND THE TOOLS OF ITS DESTRUCTION WERE INSTALLED BY ITS BASE?

Can we turn on our masters?


Tuesday, February 6, 2018

SOMETHIN'S BREWIN'

I don't know the specifics but they ain't good. The corporations are carnivorously engaging in  intramural warfare --brother can you spare a dime. Low class Joe is descending into the financial toilet.

This morning's paper bellowed rampant fears of inflation. Most importantly, there is an impending panic of doom embracing our planet. Why? Where has our oxygen-like foundation of security gone?
And whose the cause of it all?

That last one's easy. We've got a toy-broker playing with bombs. But that's not the ultimate reason for our edge-of-the-cliff position. How did he get to sit in the big chair and play with the boys with the toys?

WE PUT HIM THERE.

DIGEST THAT ONE.

HOW DO WE WE GET OFF THIS MOUNTAIN?

HOW DOES PRESIDENT ROMNEY SOUND?

Sunday, January 21, 2018

ITS DELIGHTFUL TO SINKETH FAST

This was the first and only time in my entire  84 years of life that I was wrong about anything--and it was delightful.

To all of you players: I'm not laying anything on the Super Bowl.

PRAISE BE THE LORD!

IT SINKETH FAST

I hope I'm wrong. Again. It's 3 hours before kickoff and I've got a bad feeling. The Pats are going down to defeat today. The cracks are beginning to show and widening by the minute. All is not glee in the clubhouse and Brady is, after all, a mere mortal and subject to crackles and whatnot and, alas, the end of the road is here. The mistakes are showing and are about to take their toll.

I'll be rooting for the home team but I fear I'll be eating mud.

I was born wrong and hope another chapter is coming down the pike.

Let's see.


Saturday, January 13, 2018

BEHIND THE LAUGHTER

Of course, although the president's "shithole" remark lends itself to the ability of humor to invade almost anything, there is nonetheless the morbid reality of the danger which lurks behind.

When the president tweets at midnight, is he alone? Is he ever alone with an ability to reach the outside world? His appeal to his alleged beer-based base carries no weight in the world of sanity. We have a mad man at the helm of missiles. Is there any avenue for a presidential checkmate? Are his key advisers (of military heritage) prepared to physically intercede and interrupt a presidential whim to press the tempting big red button?

The most vexing problem facing our society is the danger incurred by a leader who refuses to not play with matches.

Oh you voters! Dost thou see what thou hast wrought?

Monday, November 20, 2017

PLAIN FOR COMPLICATION

Two points to be made in areas of which I admittedly have no expertise:

I do not understand the tax proposals currently before the congress but of one thing I am sure: when the smoke clears, the middle and lower classes will be screwed and the top cats will get the gravy. No, I can't be specific except as stated herein. At that point, maybe the bloom will come off the rose--but it may be too late.

I don't like David Price for our Red Sox. Arrogance without knowledge. Ever since his entrance-defining row with our beloved Big Papi, it was clear that he would be a bad seed. His talent becomes immaterial in the context of his poison.

See you'all soon.

A happy and healthy Thanksgiving .