The Unimpeachable Donald Trump

This summer is turning out to be long and hot for President Trump. Robert Mueller is sniffing around the stack of Comey’s memos; Flynn is dog meat waiting for the Senate Intelligence committee to feast upon; Jared Kushner who hasn’t said a dozen words in public since Trump’s inauguration has apparently done a whole lot of schmoozing with ambassador Sergey Kislyak, and enough Russian bankers to field a soccer team; then there’s Paul Manafort, Carter Page, Jeff Sessions and J.D. Gordon. Last week Mueller quietly informed Trump that he, America’s twittering President, is under investigation for obstruction of justice.

A Really Bad Idea

The ‘I’ word has been floating around for weeks but now many Democrats and a few lonely Republicans have started to visibly salivate: we have the bastard in our sights; we are going to impeach this guy and throw him out.

Are they crazy?

Trump is unimpeachable. He didn’t plan it that way for sure, but that’s how it is. All those guys who think impeachment is the easy way out of the mess America has got itself into are as dumb as Trump is. They have suckered themselves into a la la land fantasy where real issues get poofed away with Emma Stone’s little tap dance number over the moon.

Why can’t Trump be impeached? It’s pretty simple: (1) The moral bankruptcy of the Republican Party prevents any real number of them from admitting and of Trumps obstruction of justice (or perjury, bribery, theft, etc.) activities are impeachable offenses, and (2) the constitutional Presidential succession plan ensures that whoever replaces Trump is actually more foul and heartless than he is.

It’s sad, but a lot of democrats and most us citizens naively think that if presented with actual evidence of presidential malfeasance, House Republicans would do the right thing and vote articles of impeachment. Even Trump knows better than that. He nailed it during the elections when he noted he could shoot someone in broad daylight on Fifth Avenue and walk away from it. The Republican Party sees Trump as their savior to: [Multiple Choice Answer-Insert Yours Here]

(a) abolish healthcare for all poor/old/disable Americans,

(b) shift corporate and high income tax rates to everyone else,

(c) dismember social security,

(d) dissolve Medicare,

(e) deport the Hispanics, Middle Easterners and Asians from out of the country

(f) rebuild Jim Crow,

(g) revoke woman’s rights,

(h) pass any number of wacko laws that promote 1950s style white majorities rule.


A Good Stiff Whack On The Back Of My Head At Bedtime Is What Works For Me

Trump doesn’t give a shit about any of this stuff (well except maybe the deportation thing) but he will support any of them his Make America Great fan club goes gaga over. You got a guy like Paul Ryan who from time to time publically cringes at Trump’s more egregious lies and slanders but in the end, Ryan would give his eye teeth to gut the tax law, dismember social security and get rid of Medicare. He would help Trump gun down guys on Fifth Avenue if Trump helps him sweep away any social contract American has with its people. There are 246 other Republicans just like Ryan in the House. Trump is their meal ticket to every lunacy they believe. It is all about the end; never about the means. This is power and money. Moral quibbling is just some cocktail hour trash talk.

And what, if by some miracle, Trump did get impeached? This would be the country’s worst nightmare.

Pence Smacking Himself In The Nuts With Lincoln’s Bible

Here is what happens if Trump was removed from office: We would get Mike Pence. Mike Pence. Mike Pence is such a nut case that he makes Donald Trump look like fucking George Washington. Pence boasts that the only thing that matters in his life is his belief in Jesus Christ. That’s it. The rest is just in the way. So what kind of things come from that belief? Well sexism and a misogyny so intense he can’t even meet with a woman alone. Women cause evil thoughts beyond his control. Gays are ghastly. Woman’s bodies are to cook babies in. If you are not an evangelical bible thumper, your only worth is conversion fodder – otherwise you are the damned, a cesspool of iniquity and a danger to earth (in this he shares a common thread with Islamic State theologians). All that stuff the Ryan wants to do? Well that is just super with Mike Pence. Climate change – ain’t even in the Bible. Evolution – made up by the heathen. Some crazy stuff a cracker from Alabama thinks would be good for America – its good with Mike as long the cracker goes to the right church.

So to get a better deal than Trump, you have to take out Mike Pence too. But then you’d get Paul Ryan. He is fouler than the first two guys. And down the line you go. Jeff Sessions, Betsy DeVos, Rick Perry, Ben Carson? These are not just complete idiots – they are people whose political life has been dedicated to enriching themselves, promoting racism and disenfranchising anyone who is not part of their little club. For all you blue collar white guys who think you’re in the club already, SURPRISE – you’re not: you are too poor, too stupid, too addled to be their friends.

There is no easy route here. America voted Trump into the presidency and the only way to get the fucker out is to wait until 2020. But in the meantime, we can take back congress in next year’s election. We can start chipping away at the state legislatures to get positioned for 2020’s House redistricting. We can start supporting the next generation of this nation’s leaders. This is hard work. But, unless daddy gave you 100 million dollars, hard work is how you win.


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The Resurrection

Flashback to 1964. I was a fifteen year old know it all living in a suburb of the world’s largest steel town – Youngstown, Ohio. My dad did shift work at the mill as a plumber. It didn’t pay the bills so he also was the janitor at our church. He still had to scramble to make ends meet each month but we lived cheap and as he and my mom believe – god provides.

The Old North (Baptist) Church – Circa 1968

Our family – two brothers , two sisters, mums and dad – were members of the Old North (Baptist) Church. I’ll explain the parenthetical denomination tag in a moment. Old North was an old church. It was founded by 30 parishioners in 1936. When we attended, the church had about 200 members but it was a pretty good Sunday anytime you got more than 90 people at theWorship service. The church kept a scoreboard on the wall next to the altar. The first row of numbers showed total overall members, two rows below that showed many folks were at last week’s Sunday School and last week’s Worship services; the last two rows showed the same things for this week’s service. Deacons must have kept score on who came and went. I never thought about it. We always came for all the services so who cared?

Worship service attendance was the number that counted – that’s when they took the offering. Besides being the church janitor, dad was also a deacon and was privy to how the church made and spent its money. It was fairly simple. 90% of what the church took in came in through the Worship service’s collection plate (the other 10% came through the collection plates on Sunday and Wednesday evenings.). 70% of the money went to the Reverend Garland Brand’s salary. The rest covered mortgages on the church and parsonage buildings and utilities. That was pretty much it.

The Baptists believe that the word of god was the bible and that the bible meant exactly what god said in it. Exactly. So when John (the John The Baptist John) baptized Jesus, he dunked him in the River Jordan. He didn’t sprinkle his head – he lowered Jesus’s whole body underwater, said some mumbo jumbo while Jesus held his breath, then raised him back for some air. It was a bomb. All four evangelists copyrighted it right there.

So Baptists believe in baptism by immersion. Some still go down to a nearby river for the ceremony but most were like out church. They installed a bathtub type thing in the back of the church and filled it on those special days.

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The Old North (Baptist) Church had its big bath tub in back of the sanctuary. It was a heavy metal box ten foot long, four feet wide and deep enough to cover Reverend Brand’s fairly large belly. Baptism services were relatively rare but when they did occur, they took place during the Sunday Evening service. Sunday’s were merciless days of church going and prayer. Usually when the Sunday Evening service rolled around, my brothers and sisters were pretty cranky. We were missing both the Walt Disney Show (with the real Walt Disney) and Ed Sullivan. We typically tried to make some deal with the mums around extra bible reading or other such thing to get out of going. Except for baptism Sundays – those services usually turned out better than even Wayne and Shuster on the Sullivan show.

Pastor Brand was a roly poly man his early fifties and not particularly strong. His biggest source of exercise was mostly thumbing through the Good Book or books about the Good Book. [As a teenager, I couldn’t even imagine the Reverend fucking dowdy Mrs. Brand but I supposed he got a workout doing that on occasion.] So baptisms were a physical challenge for Reverend Brand – he was the lever that moved the baptisee from standing position to horizontal beneath the water’s surface, doing the mumbo jumbo thing, then returning them upright again. In this performance, the Pastor often failed.

We are in early November 1964. The church had a baptism Sunday the week before Thanksgiving. There were two candidates for the evening. One was a fourteen year old girl named Corrie Woodlock. Corrie was had been ‘saved’ in October at Garland’s Jesus Is Coming annual preaching marathon that he did every late Fall to expand the flock for the Christmas season and its coincidental fund drive. The other baptisee was Myron Cox.

Myron Cox was the senior deacon of the church. It was not liked he wasn’t ‘saved’ or hadn’t been baptized before. He had been saved, as he frequently testified during the testimony segment of the Sunday Evening service, more than twenty years ago. He had been baptized before too – in fact he had been baptized six times before. This week’s would be his lucky seven.

Baptist dogma calls for a person to be baptized only once (sprinkling and baptisms of children under thirteen didn’t count). There was not hard and fast rule against multiple baptisms but generally it was avoided unless a person had a serious and long duration break from Jesus and the church. Myron Cox never could have fit in this category. Since his conversion to Christ as a young furnace bricklayer at US Steel in 1937, he had been a faithful servant of the Lord. At least in the eyes of everyone except Myron Cox. Myron believed his life was relentlessly full of sin. Each day he sinned against jesus Christ and back slid on his covenant with god. Each night, he lay prostrate bore the lord begging forgiveness and though he knew the Lord forgave his wretched life each day but still he continued to sin. Terrible sins. Envy. Anger. Distrust. Even Lust. A lot of lust.

Eventually Myron broke down under his sins and came to Pastor Brand crying for more forgiveness, begging for some new penitence and searching for a way to rededicate himself to god and the holy spirit. At some point, Brand would suggest another baptism. And that was when Myron would start gathering himself together, let the tears dry from his eyes and give thanks to his merciful god(??).

This was not an easy path for Reverend Brand to take. Four times before, Brand had baptized Myron Cox and in each of the four times, he had dropped him in the water. The last time – three years ago, he not only dropped Myron but split the back of pants an event unnoticed by him and the congregation until he turned his back to the crowd has he helped Myron up the steps from the baptistery and felt the church’s air-conditioned air wafting between his butt crack and scrotum. At the same time, he heard the congregation’s collective gasp and immediately realized his naked ass and privates were displayed to all. A fat man’s butt cheeks and shriveled balls were not a pleasant sight for the children to see.

Brand wore underwear at baptisms after that. But still it was only with great reluctance that he offered Myron the seventh baptism. A reluctance only overcome by the exhaustion of listening to Myron’s plaintive sobs for five hours and his fear of the rising ire of Mrs. Brand for the Reverend’s cow toeing to a sixty year old man-child and her suspicion that Garland was using the ‘Myron Excuse’ to once again avoid dinner with her sister Eunice.

So the date was set for November 17, 1964. The evening service was well attended – even better than Christmas. Members of long standing in the church remembered Myron’s four earlier baptisms with fondness bordering on glee. Everyone remembered the pastor’s embarrassing rear end – we kids incessantly cracked jokes about it no matter the amount of shushing from the parents.

The Reverend Garland Brand

Reverend Brand, of course, was the person most nervous that evening. Garland Brand had a beautiful baritone voice and loved to sing at any services. That night, he skipped the singing. His voice was wobbling and unsteady in the opening prayer. It didn’t improve as the service progressed.

The theme of the sermon was, of course, the meaning of baptism. Most of Brand’s sermons were long endurance exercises. A regular penitence for the faithful. But not tonight. He mostly read scripture; gave a listless ramble around its symbolism and wrapped up with a short prayer.

The choir sang all three verses of There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood while Reverend Brand, little Corrie Woodlock and hunky Myron Brand went back behind the sanctuary to get ready to step into the baptistery.

As the choir finished its last verse, Brand entered the baptistry. He said a prayer. No one listened. Corrie Woodlock was first and he beckoned her down the steps. Corrie stood on his left as Brand asked if she accepted the Lord Jesus Christ in her heart and as her savior. Corrie affirmed and Brand pushed her lightly on her chest with his right hand and lowered her down with his left. Down she went to ‘Buried in the sins of the earth’ Five second pause, then ‘Raised by the blood of Christ’ and up she came.

Brand murmured a few words in Corrie’s ear, they both smiled and he led her back up the stairs. The choir sang the first verse of There Is A Fountain again. When they finished, there was only the sound of heavy footsteps splashing down the stairs as Myron Cox came into the baptistery.

Myron was not basketball tall but he was taller than Garland Band. He towered over Reverend Brand as he moved into place. Brand asked Myron if he was ready to renewed his life in Christ and serve the lord. Myron looked at the pastor and replied hoarsely that he did. Brand’s left arm wrapped itself around Myron’s back; his right pushed on his chest. Brand started the ‘Buried in the sins….’ and pushed Myron back. Myron fell backwards suddenly and deeply into the pool. Water splashed up the wall, over Reverend Brand and out onto the alter. Myron seized Brand’s hand that was on his chest as he was going down, pulling the preacher down into the water with him. As they both floundered about trying to regain their footing, water flew everywhere. They were probably only submerged for a second or two but it seemed much longer as water flew, limbs pounded against the metal box and both men gurgled for air.

There was silence as they finally stood upright out of the water. Brand recovered quickly putting both of his hands on Myron’s head and saying the finishing ‘Raised by the blood of Jesus Christ’ to which he added an exhausted amen.

To me, this was as good as a church service could get. We joked and laughed about in youth group for the next six months. The adults, however, didn’t say much. On the way home, my dad observed to my mother how it ruined the night for little Corrie Woodlock. He put the blame on Myron – the man had already been baptized six times. The ninny needed to buck up and behave like a man.

Three years later, Garland Brand moved on to another church. By then I was in my senior year of high school and I had quit going to the church at all. But I had developed a little admiration for the pastor. He did what he had to do in the face of certain failure. I wondered if he ever thought that god had let him down. He preached how faith could move mountains, heal the sick, and bring peace to the tormented. But neither faith or Jesus or any of the other rigmarole helped him baptize the blubbery Myron Cox.

N.B. – No, I didn’t forget I promised to explain the (Baptist) in the Old North (Baptist) Church’s name. It just that it is another story. You’ll see.



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The New Sheriff In Town

On Friday, President Trump met with Angela Merkel for his first personal meeting with the German Chancellor. Previously he had called Merkel’s policies ‘insane’ and a ‘disaster’ for Germany. He also repeatedly claimed that Germany wasn’t paying their share for NATO and to ante up.

You Don’t Get It? See, First, The English Bombed You Guys And They Bugged Me.

At the conclusion of their daylong meeting, neither leader said a lot about how their overall discussions went. Trump said he brought up the NATO thing; Merkel acknowledged his view. Trump said he expected the United States to do “fantastically well” in trade with Germany. Merkel replied that she hoped the United States would resume trade agreement talks with the European Union soon. Trump seemed not to grasp what negotiations Merkel was referring to.

Turning then towards more familiar territory, Trump told an Obama phone tapping joke Merkel didn’t appear to understand. Then he refused, for some reason, to shake her hand when she offered it twice. That was it.

The next day, Germany’s Das Bild assessed the meeting as: “It could have been a lot worse” which seemed to be about as positive as anyone could be. Trump, of course, disagreed. On Saturday morning during his early morning potty time he tweeted: “Despite what you have heard from the FAKE NEWS, I had a GREAT meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel,”  perplexing most of us as to what FAKE NEWS he was referring to this time.

It would have been a good stopping point for the President but he could not help himself. Trump then immediately added: “Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to NATO & the United States must be paid more for the powerful, and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany!” Of course that is not how NATO works at all, but does it matter? Trump lives in a black and white world of simple stories purporting to explain complex things. It works for him and his millions of idiot savant followers.

He Came For The Kimchi But Just Got Room Service

Spin around the globe and there is Rex Tillerson former petroleum company mogul now running this country’s foreign policy with doofus Donald. Both of them are out to get that bad hombre Kim Jong-un.

So on Saturday, Tillerson is in South Korea fuming after Donald’s Friday morning poopy tweet that North Korea “was behaving very badly’. In a press conference, Tillerson took of the gloves and said nothing is off the table in showing that fat little mutton head his place in the world – including, Rex emphasized, “military options”.

Oh, that’s just the type of talk that gets Kim trembling in his boots. The fleckless dictator responded about how his new rocket engines would shake the earth. Dipshit back to dipshit.

The next day, Tillerson was in China. China is big boy pants land and Tillerson’s tune was completely different. There he endorsed China Foreign Secretary Wang’s statement that “No matter what happens, we have to stay committed to diplomatic means as a way to seek peaceful settlement.”

Kim Jong-un is bound to be confused now. Likely so is Trump. The President was remarkably silent during Sunday’s bowel movement.

All of this is a lot of fun. Goofy guys with no experience in government or diplomacy more or less making it up as they go along. On Sunday, an English columnist in the Telegraph observed that the guardianship of democracy was moving from the United States to Germany. Good for democracy. I just wish it would easier for the rest of us to follow it there too.

Trust Me Angela – There Is No Way In Hell He’d Ever Be Elected!


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An IQ Test For Dummies

So what’s your IQ? You were probably tested in the sixth grade and maybe they told you your score or maybe just your parents or maybe they just wrote it down in your school record and passed it around from teach to teacher year after year periodically making jokes about it over a cup a coffee. If you are black and over forty, your score was meaningless anyhow, but for the teachers, you were ‘just like the other ones.’

Now there is the internet. You can find at least a dozen sites offering ‘free’ IQ tests. Of course nothing is really free on the internet – they want your email address or know your preferences between a half a dozen fast food restaurants or will try to sell you something between questions.

The questions –well the questions are all number or shape questions – figure out the next number in a Fibonacci sequence or the missing geometric shape in a tic-tack-to square. Boring. You have to think too. Plus you have to take two or three of them because they all give you a different score.

So we are offering a truly free alternative that is easy to take. Simply answer a few questions about your lifestyle and you will get an accurate insight to your IQ.

This is not a fine grain test. You won’t get an IQ score out of it. But you will see what side of the Wechsler curve you are on. If you want the actual number, you can spend a bunch of hours taking some of the internet ones. Then pick the score you like best. Our test takes five minutes. Most people find enough about their braininess to move on.

How does it work? It is easy. Start with the WAIS midpoint score of 100. Answer the 26 questions below adding or subtracting from that score.

There is one special trick to the scoring. Once the running total of your score is either 9 points above or below the midpoint (89 or 109), use only half the value of the answers for any additional questions. The theory here is that smart people will tend to keep repeating smart behaviors so we don’t want to make folks who are reasonably smart think they are fucking geniuses. Ditto for stupid.

We guarantee the score you get from this test will be within 5% of your true intelligence measure. You smarties might be vain enough to waste a day taking more tests to refine you score. Most of us are satisfied knowing we are in the average. Stupid people won’t believe their test results anyhow but their friends and spouses will have the satisfaction of know they were right all along.

So here you go:





Less Than Smart Stuff


Owns a Chrysler/Dodge/Jeep/Hummer because they like them.



Owns a Fiat because they like them.



Convicted felon.



Watches Fox News more than six hours a week.



Typically drives in the left hand lane on multi-lane freeways.



Clinically obese.



2016 Presidential Election: Voted for Donald Trump/Jill Stein/Gary Johnson.



2016 Presidential Election: Was eligible to vote in the election but did not.



Did not graduate from high school.



Married before the age of 20.



Science Question: Does not ‘buy in’ to climate change or evolution or childhood vaccinations.



The Sports Question: Played football at least 30% of the time for at least 60 quarters in high school and/or college.



For every heart attack. (multiply score by number of heart attacks.)



More Than Dumb Stuff


Reads a non-politicized newspaper four or more times a week.



Listens (not just background) to music at least seven hours a week.



Plays chess/Go at least four times a month.



Graduate from college.



Invests in some form of real exercise at least four hours a week (bowling, dancing, fishing, hunting, etc. don’t count).



Political Question: knows and can simply explain at least three of the five key elements of the Affordable Care Act.



Has a membership to a zoo or museum.



Does at least four crossword puzzles a week or plays scrabble at least three times a month.



Has had an extramarital affair that lasted six months or more.



As an adult, has vacationed (or worked or lived) in London, Paris or Rome.



Primary car achieves at least 39mpg highway,



The Sports Question: played basketball, tennis, soccer, or wrestled for at least two years in high school and/or college and in at least half of the games/events that were played.



Can explain to an eight year old in words he/she can understand one of the following: (1) how quarks and gluons work, (2) Bicameralism government, (3) the major events that led to World War I.


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I Love Donald Trump

What A Guy!!

What A Guy!!








I’m the new president of the United States

I’m rich and smart and really great

stand up, salute and clap your hands

as I turn this place into white man’s land


Arabs and beaners stick in my craw

I’ve got the power to deport them all

at least 3 million to right to vote

that made my victory an empty joke.


I got friends in Moscow both high and low

though I deny of them I know

still, Vladimir hid the dirty tricks

I did in Russia with my smelly dick.

lovely Cossacks that pissed on my head

while I engage in fellatio

now to good Vlad some blow I owe.


Teresa May found me charming

though I thought her ass size a bit alarming

still, better than Merkel’s by an English mile

so I grabbed her pussy in my usual style.


My fascist staff are just the best

they hate the blacks and Jews and all the rest

this land belongs to white old men

and the shriveled cunts that serve their ends.


Yes I’m the president of the United States

I’m rich and smart and really great

buy my wine, eat my steaks

believe the news I usually fake.

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Snakes In My Blood In My Heart-Blood Warm


Finally here –Gracie Hardings’s Snakes In My Heart-Blood Warmed, Part III of Lamentations.  With verse by Jerrod McKinsey, music from The Avalanches, Awolnation, James Blake, Bon Iver and Mogwai and featuring the Little Rascals, this completes the five part series posted throughout 2016.  The piece embeds video/audio clips hence is not playable on iOS or Android devices (sorry! – iOS version is in the works).

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