February, 2017


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Feb 17

We’re stuck with Trump UNLESS…

“High-level advisers close to then-presidential nominee Donald Trump were in constant communication during the campaign with Russians known to US intelligence, multiple current and former intelligence, law enforcement and administration officials tell CNN.”

But…nothing will come of this because Republicans in Congress are closing ranks around Trump, they’re defending him, they’re saying he didn’t know, they’re saying it was really nothing and so on. So Congress will do nothing real about it, whatever congressional Democrats may want. How about the Justice Department? Run by Jeff Sessions. Trump’s man. He will not investigate this connection to treason. The news will be spun, managed, inverted, or just ignored amongst Trump followers. So what will be done about it?

Probably nothing. The GOP’s handlers are happy with Donald J Trump. President Absurdity is giving corporate power and evangelicals and the gun lobby and the 1% everything they want. They are not going to impeach Santa Claus.

The only hope is to change Congress in the next Congressional election. Which will require more voter registration and voter empowerment and voter enthusiasm than has ever been seen before, in order to counteract voter suppression.


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Feb 17

You Say You Find Yourself in an “Alternate Universe”?

It’s a fact that some physicists are investigating the idea of alternate time-lines, multiple universes, and so on, and doubtless are quietly experimenting with penetrating these cosmic options. Clearly some experiment somewhere nudged us into an alternate universe where Trump is President. The Absurdity becoming President of the USA–quite impossible in the universe I lived in last summer. (Could the scientist have been…Russian?)

I would like to offer myself and my family to be part of the crew, in the experiment that sends a group of people back into their proper, original universe. Me and my family volunteer to go. These boffins, as the British call scientists, have bungled, and they owe it to us. I call dibs, I was first to volunteer. Send me back to the real world. This one is the offspring of a perverse imagination. I reject it.