He’s throwing the election. You know it. And so do I. With an opponent as horrid and profoundly corrupt as Hillary Clinton with the steamer trunk baggage that she has, you mean to tell me Trump’s resorted to his petulant and juvenescent brand of fat shaming name-calling as a legitimate vehicle of campaigning? No, Sparky, he’s throwing the election. The fix is in.
The other day, Keith Olbermann recorded a telling little segment about dogs and Trump. To anyone who's ever been a friend of a dog-- and who, besides Trump, hasn't been?-- it's bad enough on it's own. But when you look at it in a broader context, Trump's psychological unfitness for leadership, it becomes even more interesting.
This mesmerizes me. The perfect allegory and metaphor for the voting process. We’re lured by its promise as was this now very dead and bloated and decomposing New York Hell’s Kitchen rat. We’re hungry for not change but improvement and we’re being baited and tempted by an inviting promise. Look, someone has left food for me. Look, they are asking me for my opinion, my vote. They care about what I think and believe. I have a say; my input matters! This system invites for my input and my perception and my desires and worldview.
You’re kidding. To think, Hillary surrogate Howard Dean, a seasoned professional and actual medical doctor actually accused Donald Trump of snorting coke by virtue of his incessant sniffling during his first debate. A man who has stated publicly and emphatically that he has not had a sip of alcohol or indulged in any type of illicit drug especially in view of his own family’s personal history anent substance abuse. But that didn’t seem to bother or affect Dr. Dean. It’s not only shameful, it’s unbelievable.
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” — Martin Luther King, Jr.
Voting? Did you say something about voting? Others did and have and will. Masturbatory musings as we came a beeline for oblivion. Make way for Mr. & Mrs. Nobody. The pageantry of the putz. And debates are cotillions and debutante balls for the illusion of involvement. But, I digress. Enjoy this podcast of the psychology of the vote.
“The people who cast the votes don’t decide an election, the people who count the votes do.” — Ioseb Besarionis dze Jughashvili
Even the term lies is a euphemism. It doesn’t even come close. But I think you know that. At least, I hope you know that. I discuss herein.
Virtual flashing and hi-tech adultery. Yes, Anthony Weiner, the human punchline. I know he’s a joke and pathetic but we must review how his case will rewrite the law as, per Lionel’s law, the law always lags behind technology. I discuss herein.
Hillary Clinton’s attendants and handlers prepare her for her “press conference” later in the day. She assures us she’s fine.
NYC lout-in-chief, Mayor Bill de Blasio said there was no specific or credible evidence to link the incident to terrorism. What?!
As societies grow decadent, the language grows decadent, too. Words are used to disguise, not to illuminate, action: you liberate a city by destroying it. Words are to confuse, so that at election time people will solemnly vote against their own interests. (Gore Vidal)
Meanwhile the planet crumbles. And what are we not discussing? What are the mainstream sock puppet media ignoring altogether? How are deceived? Let me count the ways.
