Friday roundup

A Friday Haiku

“Insufficient Funds”

The checkout cashier tells me

“Nooooooo!” comes my reply.

Weigh-In Friday

I don’t usually lead off with what my scales says, but I’ll make an exception today. What does the scale say? I don’t know, but the fox says, “Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringding!”

Sorry. Try to get that song out of your head now.

Anyway, the scale read — *drumroll* — 196.3 pounds! I think that’s the lowest my weight has been since before my thyroid went wonky and I blew up like the Michelin Man, so mid-90s? (And there is one photo of me from that era. I’m so puffed up, my eyes are squinty. I hope my wife burned it.)

So, yes, I’m happy. I’ve lost 2.5 pounds just since last week. Granted, I’m hangry all the time, but nothing a fun-sized Snickers can’t tame.

I was well over 235 pounds (maybe more, a lot more, I don’t recall) when I started this adventure. It’s taken longer than I would have liked, but I’m finally seeing progress.

I think that deserves an extra apple.

Sculpting

No, it’s not a new ADHD-driven interest. I wouldn’t have the patience for sculpting. Nor was I ever very good artistically using three-dimensional materials.

I’m talking about body sculpting. As the layers of fat fall away, I’m starting to see that underneath the benefit of the exercises I’ve been doing is starting to be revealed.

I do not have six-pack abs yet, but I can see that as the keg disappears, there is a six-pack hiding under there.

Checkout Limbo

I stopped at the store yesterday for a few things, mostly stuff for a cold. You know, chicken soup, orange juice, bacon, the essentials.

All the lines were long. I waited, then it was my turn. She scanned everything, rang it up, and just as I slid my card, the card-reader went blank. Then it flashed on, Remove Your Card. So, I did. Then it said Transaction Canceled and went blank again.

The cashier said, it says you canceled the transaction.

I put up my hands. “Not me. The reader is having problems.”

After several unsuccessful attempts to get it to work, she finally called for help. Another lady came and reset it then left.

We waited. I watched as the reader rebooted. Then it went blank again. I looked at the cashier and shrugged. She said the register didn’t come back up either.

By now, the lady who had helped was swamped behind the service desk. The cashier explained to those waiting that her register was broken.

The guy next in line gets huffy. “Why don’t you move to that register?”

And she explained that register was logged in by someone else, now on break. She can’t just log in. Besides, her cashdrawer is stuck inside this register, which she can’t extract.

All the others waiting in line filtered off to other registers, while Anger Man sat steaming for a minute as if our cashier had magical powers to scan his stuff. Then, throwing up his hands, he stormed off, leaving his shit on the conveyer belt.

She looked at me. “If anyone should be upset, it should he you.”

I said, “What good would that do?”

Which is really strange, because usually I’m the one who explodes in anger when things go wrong.

Finally, the other cashier came off break and my cashier explained what was going on. Cashier2 was nice enough to ring up my purchases while Cashier1 bagged so I could get out faster.

I scanned my card and that’s when I heard the dreaded words: “Insufficient funds.” I would have laughed, because now it felt like a bad sitcom.

I tried a credit card. That one said, Overlimit. Shit. Third time was a charm, however, and I left with my purchases, feeling a little embarrassed.

Outro

Another weekend is upon us. I hope it’s a good one for you.

I leave you with a song I only just heard this morning, but I really liked it. Made for a good drive in to work.

I hope it brightens your day as well.

Remember: Keep on keepin on. Resist.

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Randomness for a Friday

Friday Haiku

These are not the same

Refugees are NOT illegals

They seek asylum.

Here’s how it works

There is a difference between illegal immigrants and refugees.

Yes, they are both crossing our border.

The difference is (and I’ll wait until you get paper and pen to take notes. Ready? Good.) crossing our border to seek political asylum does not make you an illegal immigrant.

In fact, crossing the border is a requirement to petition for asylum. You can’t seek political protection from another country while still in that country. You have to get out first, which means crossing the border. And the United States can’t provide protection until they are within our borders.

Once inside our country, they are permitted to stay and apply for asylum (Form I-589) within one year of their arrival.

So, everything Trumpy the Clown and his fascist regime are doing to these people seeking asylum — tearing families apart, putting babies in jails — is wrong, inhuman, and inhumane.

Internet Sales Taxes

The Supreme Court of the U.S. overturned a 1992 SCOTUS ruling that prevented sales taxes being collected by states from Internet merchants that didn’t have a physical presence in a state.

The thing is, this will hurt all the small merchants, not Amazon (which Trumpy is having a war with), because they already collect sales taxes on their direct sales.

Trade Wars

It won’t be anywhere near as exciting as Star Wars, no blasters, no spaceships, no light sabers, but the Trade Wars are coming to a pocketbook near you. Be prepared.

Trumpy the Clown’s idiotic tariffs on metal imports is causing a backlash among countries we’ve traded with in good faith for nearly 75 years.

The EU is going to slap 25% tariffs on U.S. motorcycles (like Harley-Davidson needs that!), denim, cranberry juice, and peanut butter.

Not only will Trump’s tariffs cause prices of nearly everthing to rise for American consumers, now American goods won’t be purchased in foreign countries because they’ll cost too much affecting the security of Americans jobs.

So much winning.

What am I up to?

Usually on random Friday’s I also give summaries of what I’m doing on the fitness front, the writing front, the ADHD front, and so on.

Unfortunately, Trumpy the Clown and his band of idiots have gotten me so angry (and this shit should get you angry as well), that I just don’t have the energy left to write about things I enjoy.

I mean, sure, I’m still working on my weird western. I just put together a new exerciser which helps work my core as well as arms (here’s a pic),

and yes, my lower back, triceps, and pecs are killing me now, and additionally, I’m coming down with a summer cold that I blame on the fascist regime in the White House because of all the stress they’re putting America under, but otherwise, I’ve nothing really left to say.

End Note

I hope you have a good weekend. Here’s a song that I hope is upbeat enough to cancel all the negativity that is thrown your way.

Since that song was so short, you get a twofer this week.

Keep resisting. #Impeach

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Random Randomness on a Friday

A Friday Haiku

Rain rain go away

And you had better not freeze,

No ice ice baby!

Weigh-In Friday

Good news. I lost two pounds.

*Does the happy weight loss dance*

Now if I could only figure out what I did different this week from last. Although, I did buy a medicine ball and I’ve been doing various exercises for my core with it.

Writing and OCD

I don’t know if I really have OCD, but I have ADHD-induced obsessiveness.

I’m refering to yesterday’s blog where I mentioned I was sinking into a research quagmire because I felt a scene needed a humorous anecdote to balance a tense moment where my MC is combating a demon, specifically the Egyptian demon Ammit, the devourer.

Have I completed the research and continued with my almost finished edits on my novel so I can start having it beta read?

No. To show just how obsessive I can be about being as factual and historically accurate in my fiction, even an urban fatasy faerie tale, I’m reading the entire text of “The Egyptian Book of the Dead.”

Just so I can write one short paragraph.

Tell me that’s normal behavior and all writers do the same thing.

Please?

Wisconsin is rejoicing

Yes, Wisconsin is rejoicing, or at least the intelligent part is.

Paul Ryan, who has represented Wisconsin’s first congressional district, is retiring.

What will the legacy be of Ryan’s 20 year career in Washington? One of complete and utter failure.

Looming largest for the people of Wisconsin was his total inability to prevent the closure of the Janesville GM plant, which had provided significant employment to the area for 90 years.

Ryan will also be remembered for not having the balls to stand up against Trumpy the Clown with his insane outbursts and unpredictable shifts on every position that have made the United States a laughing stock to the rest of the world and has put us on the brink of nuclear war against two countries, so far.

Ryan, who for 20 years was touted as the Republican’s budget wunderkind despite never being able to pass one of his budgets, will now be remembered as the architect of the most financially ruinous budget ever passed, one that screws the middle class, widens the gap between the rich and the poor, all while crearing a fiscal conservative’s worst nightmare of an out-of-control deficit reaching record heights never before imagined.

Good riddance to bad rubbish, as they say. May Kharma make Ryan’s retirement as financially uncertain and and terrifyingly insecure as those of the elderly he has screwed, and tried to screw, over the years.

Once more for those in the back, social security insurance and Medicare are not entitlements, they are benefits we pay into throughout our working life.

Paul Ryan will not be missed.

Smart missiles, stupid leader

On April 11th, Trumpy the Clown tweeted: Russia vows to shoot down any and all missiles fired at Syria. Get ready Russia, because they will be coming, nice and new and “smart!” You shouldn’t be partners with a Gas Killing Animal who kills his people and enjoys it!

The next day, he then tweeted: Never said when an attack on Syria would take place. Could be very soon or not so soon at all! In any event, the United States, under my Administration, has done a great job of ridding the region of ISIS. Where is our “Thank you America?”

Wow. Trumpy the Clown sure has Russia guessing now, doesn’t he? “Will he? Won’t he? Golly gosh! The suspense is unnerving.”

When Trumpy’s lawyer had his office raided and files detained, Trumpy went on a twitter rant: “Attorney-Client privilesge is dead!” and “A TOTAL WITCH HUNT!!!”

He’s also ranted about his wall, about sending National Guard troops to the border, how our relations with Russia are the worst ever because of Meuller and the “Fake and Corrupt Russia Investigation.”

And today he’s ranting about Comey, calling him a “proven LEAKER & LIAR,” how everyone in Washington thought he should be fired (at least every one of the voices in Trumpy’s head, anyway), and so on and so forth.

Anyone else see the striking resemblance to Captain Queeg from “The Caine Mutiny?” Trumpy the Clown is sinking deeper and deeper into an arrogant, self-possessed, delusional paranoia. I predict he will soon tweet: Aah, but the strawberries that’s… that’s where I had them. They laughed at me and made jokes but I proved beyond a shadow of a doubt and with… geometric logic… that Crooked Hillary, that leaker Comey, the conflicted Meuller, and the Fake News are all out to get me and ruin America! But the people know I’m great… the best President… better than the failed Obama!

Sad!

It’s sad that we allow him to destroy the dignity of the office of the President of the United States and our country’s standing among the world community.

Forget impeachment.

Guys! The 25th Amendment is there for a reason: to rid ourselves of unstable, dangerous people like Trumpy the Clown.

Last word

It’s the weekend. It should be Spring, but it isn’t. Not that I’ve ever really seen a Spring here in Wisconsin. Maybe once, back in the 1960s, I think we may have had a real Spring with warming weather, April showers, and May flowers.

Either that, or I have a false memory courtesy of Al Jolson.

I do know that for as long as my wife and I have lived where we can plant flowers around the house, which is about 20 years, we’ve experienced a May where the ground was thawned enough and there was no danger of a killing frost to allow us to plant only a handful of times.

Despite my haiku suggesting otherwise, I’m never surprised or disappointed when it’s still cold in April or May. This is Wisconsin. Wisconsin doesn’t care what season your calendar says it should be.

Therefore, this weekend’s forecast of freezing rain, snow, ice, and a winter weather advisory is just par for the course.

Enjoy your weekend no matter what the weather.

Keep resisting.

And, as always, a song.

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It is random Friday

A Friday Haiku

Friday Friday Yay!

Friday Friday Friday Yay!

Friday Friday Yay!

Weigh-In Friday

Damn you, Easter candy! Damn you, Cadbury mini eggs! Why must you be so tempting and delicious?

The only consoling fact is, now you’re gone for another year and there is nothing else out there that is an adequate substitute.

Hey hey you you get offa my floor

There’s this guy from a different floor, from a completely different division, who literally has no reason to be on our floor, yet he comes up every day to use our restroom.

And every single time he leaves it smelling like the sewer backed up.

Which, unless I miss my guess, is probably why he does it. He has most likely been banished from his own floor’s restroom.

I’ve been seriously contemplating buying several cans of Febreeze and attacking the room with double-barrel action like that commercial, it’s that bad.

Maybe if I do it every time he’s in there, he’ll find another floor to terrorize.

What a maroon

Can anyone believe what a moron the orange turd is? In his attacks of Amazon (because Amazon is owned by Jeff Bezos, who also owns the Washington Post, which is critical of the orange turd), Trumpy the Clown has shown that he has no idea how the United States Post Office works. He thinks Amazon uses the Post Office as their personal delivery boy.

Well, first, that is their job. They are America’s delivery boy.

Second, Amazon pays them for the service (just like the rest of us do), they don’t get packages delivered for free (ever hear of postage stamps, Donnie?). In that way, Amazon is actually supporting the Post Office.

Third, Trumpy the Clown hates Jeff Bezos because, as I said, he owns the Washington Post, which is critical of Donnie. In other words, it tells the truth about what a lying, crooked piece of orange shit Trumpy is. But more than that, Trumpy is jealous of Bezos’ success because Bezos was named the richest man in the world sometime in 2017 while Trumpy is always declaring bankruptcy, ruining businesses, and destroying lives.

The second ignorant thing Trumpy the Clown said was when he admitted he had no idea what a Community College was. Seriously? Out of touch much?

And lastly, Trumpy tweeted this:

showing that he has no clue how our economy works, or how the commodities market functions.

You just signed the fucking bill yesterday, you dope!

Can he become more ignorant?

The answer is: Yes, daily.

He’s also a lying by omission. Yes, aluminum decreased 4%, but that’s after they skyricketed in March after he first announced the tariff.

Last Word

As you can tell by my haiku, I’m pleased as punch that it’s Friday. It’s been a long week, but we made it to the weekend.

And as always, I leave you with a song:

Keep resisting.

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Haphazard Friday

A Friday Haiku

It’s random Friday

Haphazard, arbitrary

Aimless, Irregular.

Johnny Cab

If you’ve ever seen the 1990 Arnold Schwarzenegger film, Total Recall, you’ll recall (um…) that the Johnny Cab was the automated taxi Arnold uses to get away from his pursuers.

That idea is no longer science fiction but becoming science fact. Call them what you want, driverless car, autonomous cars, or robocars, they are coming to a street near you.

A robocar, once the technology is perfected, will have reaction times in the nanoseconds. A danger will be seen, processed, and evasive action taken all in the same moment a human mind would simply register that there was a danger.

Consider in the United States, 37,000 people die on our roads every year. Another 2.35 million are injured or disabled. Worldwide the number of deaths in road crashes is 1.3 million, with an additional 20-50 million injured or disabled.

Human error accounts for 93% of all traffic accidents. Even if you just consider impairment due to alcohol or fatigue, that’s 45.5%.

Traffic accidents are the ninth keading cause of death. Your chances of getting into an accident is 1 in 114 over your lifetime. Robocars could virtually eliminate traffic accidents.

Except, the technology isn’t there yet as a horrible traffic fatality recently showed. What went wrong?

The way it looks now, the Uber robocar was in the right lane of a two lane road divided by a median, traveling at 38 mph when it struck a woman walking her bike.

To a human driver, she appeared out of nowhere because she was wearing dark clothing and not crossing at a cross walk. Any human driver would have struck her even if they had managed to brake or swerve.

Yet the robocar didn’t brake or swerve even though it isn’t hindered by darkness or dark clothing, or even poor weather conditions. Their array of laser sensors (Lidar), cameras, ultrasonic sensors should have easily seen the woman as she stepped into the road and crossed the street. It certainly should have recognized her as an oncoming danger and reacted long before she was in the robocar’s path.

But it didn’t. And now they have to figure out why. In the meantime, there are cries from technophobes that this illustrates how dangerous robocars are and they shouldn’t be on the road at all. As if it’s the technology’s fault alone.

There is enough blame to go around. The National Highway and Traffic Safety Administration has no guidelines regarding robocars. The state of Arizona has extremely lax regulations regarding robocars, and in fact, encourages these companies to develop and test their robocars on their roads. And lastly we have the company developing these particular robocars, as well as Uber (who see a chance to get rid of those pesky drivers so they can make 100% profit on each trip), testing on busy streets in real time.

I won’t even mention the human safeguard inside the vehicle, who appeared in the videos to be texting or something and was completely taken by surprise by the pedestrian.

This incident begs the question: Why aren’t these robocars on test tracks? Or using ghost towns? Or any road simulation that doesn’t endanger people?

Once perfected, robocars could save tens of thousands of lives, millions worldwide, but it’s still too soon for real world testing.

One tragic accident shouldn’t halt research into perfecting robocars. But for the time being, robocars should be removed from being tested around humans.

Teen suspended for voicing opinion

A Nevada teenager, Noah Christensen, called his Representative’s office to exercise his right as a citizen to express his opinion on an issue he felt strongly about.

He called Rep. Mark Amodei’s office and spoke to an aide about the gun reform issue, how bump stocks should be banned and the minimum age for purchasing a gun should be raised. He ended his emotional appeal by saying Congress needed to “get off their fucking asses” and do something.

Christensen, for exercising his First Amendment rights, was given a two-day suspension from Robert McQueen High School, where he is a junior.

What the absolute fuck? Talk about an overreaction.

First, as a Republican, Amodei should be used to having people cursing him and telling him to get off his fucking ass.

Second, the teen is nothing more than a scapegoat. The Congressman is angry and scared that teenagers are becoming a political force, daring to challenge the NRA and gun policy, and he saw this as an opportunity to slap one of those uppity teenagers down.

Third, the Principal of the high school is a gutless wonder caving in to the demands of an overbearing politician, who had overstepped his bounds. The Principal should have stood his ground, shown some backbone, and told Amodei to go pound sand.

Another Continuing Resolution

Well, Congress passed an appropriations bill to avoid another government shutdown but now Trumpy the Clown is threatening to veto it — because it doesn’t address DACA.

Oh, like he suddenly gives a shit. Does he think we forgot he is the one who rescinded DACA in the first place?

He told GOP leaders earlier in the week he’d sign the bill, but now because he got hurt feels over things people said about him (like he’s a moron?), he’s threatening this veto. What a child. But there seems to be a lot of them in Congress these days.

We have until midnight before the government shuts down, again

National Security Advisor pick is unhinged warmonger

If you aren’t scared of Trumpy the Clown’s pick as National Security Advisor, then you aren’t paying attention.

Terms like “unhinged,” “reckless,” “wrongheaded,” “extremist,” are being bandied about when those who know him speak of John Bolton.

Statements like, “Bolton now represents the greatest threat to the United States,” “Bolton is an unhinged advocate for waging World War III,” and “This is dangerous news for the country and the world. I hear the drumbeats of war,” should greatly concern us all.

Trumpy the Clown used to be surrounded by adults who could rein in his aggression and chest-pounding, but in Bolton we have a warmonger who doesn’t believe in negotiating with North Korea and will encourage the Moron in Chief to push the button.

We’re living on the edge and the edge is getting narrower by the day.

Trombone Collection

We now have four trombones in the house and I am the only one trying to play them. Two of them my sons played in band, but to concentrate on their studies, they both have set that aside.

The third, we picked up at a Goodwill. It was a beat up 1964 Olds Ambassador, which I’ve cleaned and polished and practice on.

The fourth was a steal off of eBay. It’s a 1947 Holton Collegiate and in really good shape considering it’s 71 years old.

Here’s a picture of the Olds (top) and the Holton (bottom).

You can’t tell from the picture but whereas the Olds is your traditional yellow brass, the Holton is more of a rose brass. A little darker and richer looking than the standard yellow.

I could start my own trombone quartet now.

Weigh-In Friday

Despite the mirror making it look like I was a tad thinner, depite my pants hanging on my hips a little looser, despite my step feeling a little more spring in my step, the scale mocks me with a 0.7 pound gain.

Damn you. I really think I need a newer, more reliable scale. This Yunmai isn’t cutting it. It often gives different readings depending on where you place it in the bathroom.

Anyone have scale suggestions? It doesn’t necessarily have to have Bluetooth and an associated phone app to track things, but those are nice features. As long as it’s reliable and accurate.

End Note

Have a great weekend. With luck, the government won’t shutdown and I’ll still have a job on Monday.

Keep resisting. Let the children lead the way. It’ll be their world soon enough.

As always, I leave you with a song.

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Friday randomizer activated

A Friday Haiku

Its St. Urho’s Day

He chased out the grasshoppers

And saved the grape crop.

St. Urho’s Day

March 16th is St. Urho’s Day. St. Urho is the patron Saint who, like St. Patrick who drove the snakes out of Ireland, drove the grasshoppers out of Finland, thus saving their grape crop.

And like St. Patrick’s Day, everyone is Finnish on St. Urho’s Day. We wear purple (although green is acceptable as well. People will just think your celebrating that other holiday early), and we drink purple beer.

And don’t forget to shout: Heinäsirkka, heinäsirkka, mene täältä hiiteen! Which means, grasshopper, grasshopper, go to Hell!

“Is this for real?” you ask.

To which I reply, we even have statues!

So, I ask you, would anyone put up statues to a made-up Saint? I think not.

Weigh-In Friday

Nothing to see here. Move along.

I’m still above 200 pounds and nowhere near my goal of 185.

Feel free to mock me.

Trombones and me

I’m still practicing. Surprised? I’m up to lesson 4 of the YouTube series “Beginning Band with Mr. Walls.”

I’m trying to take it slowly so as to avoid the frustration of attempting to do things before I’m ready and spraining a lip muscle.

Hey, strained lip muscles are a thing!

To give you an idea of just how exciting Mr. Walls is, here he shows us how to lube our slide.

Yes, lubing our slide is a thing, too.

By the by, if ya’ll get a sudden hankering to learn a band instrument like I did, Mr. Walls also has lessons for the trumpet, alto saxaphone, ckarinet, and flute.

Saying goodbye

This week the world lost a literal genius. I know that word gets thrown around pretty carelessly to describe any schmuck who people admire, but real genious is very rare and we just witnessed the passing of one.

Goodbye, Stephen Hawking. The world’s collective I.Q. dropped significantly the day he died.

And in a world led by ignoramuses like trump, who in turn are idolized by millions of doltish trumpanzees, the loss of Hawking’s pioneering spirit and unique intelligence looms large.

Last word

Its the weekend, and a great one for excessive drinking, if that’s your thing and you do it responsibly.

Starting today, enjoy purple beers, if you can find them, to celebrate St. Urho’s Day. Then when you get up tomorrow, you get to start all over by drinking green beer in celebration of St. Patrick’s Day.

Its a food-colored beer party two-fer. Enjoy. Stay safe. Find a designated driver.

Here’s a song to get you started from the Finnish alternative rock band, Uniklubi:

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Friday randomizer

A Friday Haiku

Daylight Savings Time

Spring ahead clocks this weekend

It’s a one hour tax.

Daylight Savings Time

Yes, this weekend we turn our clocks ahead one hour. The government continues to steal an hour from us every Spring.

When are we going to rise up and demand they stop this irrelevent and unnecessary Time Tax?

Daylight Savings Time might have made sense — to someone — at sometime. But not today. We have electricity. We have energy efficient lights. We aren’t afraid of the dark.

It also makes no sense because they have it during the summer, when the days are longer anyway. How are we saving daylight if we’re already getting more of it?

It’s time to put a halt to this primitive practice.

National Nap Day

On the bright side, Monday, March 12, 2018 is National Nap Day.

It’s your chance to defy the government and get your hour back that they stole.

Protest DST and take a nap on Monday, people!

Try the trombone, they said, It’ll be fun, they said

I’ve been practicing/learning the trombone for a couple weeks now. I’m learning how to read notes on the bass clef, something I haven’t done since I quit piano as a young’un. I practice scales. I’m “taking lessons” on YouTube with “Beginning Band with Mr. Walls.” He uses the Hal Leonard Essential Elements for Band, Trombone 1 book, which I have. And I’m also using a metronome to learn how to keep time as well.

I find that I have good days, like Wednesday, where I was hitting all the correct notes, blowing them strongly and accurately. I was able to play the first partial Bb all the way up to the third partial Bb. I was like, “Yeah! Now I got it!” I felt happy when I finished.

And then last night, my lips just wouldn’t cooperate. I kept double buzzing (unintentional split tones, in other words, it’s like one lip is playing one note while the other lip plays another, or so I read) and nothing I did seemed to correct it. Instead of a good strong sounding note, I kept getting this raspberry-like blaaaaap! wavering between notes.

Those days make me wonder why I bother.

It’s frustrating and I’m not sure how to eliminate it.

Just when you think it can’t get any worse

It’s absolutely amazing. Just when you think trump has reached total incompetence and he couldn’t sink any lower, he says, “Hold my beer and watch this!”

Now he’s trying to spark an international trade war by putting tariffs on imported steel and aluminum.

I guess trying to get us into a nuclear war wasn’t good enough for him. Now he wants to bring economic ruin to us all as well.

And speaking of that, when am I supposed to be seeing all this winning in my paycheck from the #GOPTaxScam they passed end of last year?

All I’m seeing is a ballooning deficit, which Paul Ryan blames on entitlements — like Social Security and Medicare — and not his beloved #GOPTaxScam.

I love how the Conservatives have gone from calling welfare and food stamps entitlement programs to expanding their definition to include benefits we directly pay for!

Assholes.

When this regime took power last year I didn’t think it was possible for them to take away all the progress the USA has made in the last 50 years, but they proved me wrong.

But then, I didn’t think the Democrats would be complicit in rolling back all our rights and protections for workers, the disabled, minoritues, and the environment.

I had expected the Democrats to put up a fight, to obstruct and resist. But it seems they lack the backbone for that.

With such wishy-washy leaders in the DNC, I don’t see much hope in stopping the trump crime family and his evil cronies, even if the Democrats take back the House and Senate in November.

Final thoughts

And on that happy note, I wish you all a good weekend, although I don’t know how good it’ll be since we’ll all be tired and cranky from losing an hour of sleep!

As always, I leave you with a song.

Take care. Keep resisting (for all the good it’s done so far). Fuck trump.

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