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Last week I did not submit a blog because I was travelling for work. Apologies.

First... The food in New Orleans is beyond compare. Insanely good.

Second, the entire political landscape of the country I reside was up-ended. Flynn was shown to be dishonest... too dishonest for a guy who Politifact.com registers that seventy percent, 70%!!!, of things said are "Mostly False", "False", or, the "I wish it were literal", "Pants on Fire".

I thought a meteorologist was the only profession you could be wrong half the time and still keep your job. I guess we can add "President Of The United States of America" to that list.

Here's the jist... "Flynn spoke to Russia"... That is the spin. Trying to defuse the bomb after it exploded. Flynn spoke, multiple times, to a RUSSIAN INTELLIGENCE OFFICER. KGB, Boris and Natasha types, ya know... The "bad guy" in any movie from the early to mid 80's.

This just adds to the fire of the "Russian Problem" plaguing this fledgling administration.

From the beginning, 45 has been slurping the bung of Putin. His rhetoric of, "If the U.S. and Russia get along, that's a good thing." is not without a measure of veracity. It would be like saying, "It is easier to throw a football if your arm is not broken." Falls into the "No shit" category.

The big hiccup between the two nations right now are the sanctions enacted by the last good President. these sanctions were put in place for the whole Crimera annexation. Meaning Putin told a country "I must break you", all Drago, Rocky IV, like.

These sanctions specifically target Russia's economy via their energy sector. The sanctions state no U.S. Oil and Gas company can do business with or in Russia. No U.S. bank can do loans with a Russian energy outfit. That sort of thing...

These sanctions, that are WORKING, are in a fair bit of jeopardy.

The new Secretary of State Rex Tillerson, has been on the job for little less than a month. Not one interview. Not one press conference. Not one public appearance.

LOOK!!! LOOK!!! OVER HERE!!!! DOPEY 45 IS SAYING SOMETHING STUPID!!! Pay no attention to the ex-head of fucking EXXON as he is now in position to lift the sanctions against Russia. The sanctions that I wrote about not three paragraphs ago. I will save your eyes the trip. "The sanctions state no U.S. Oil and Gas company can do business with or in Russia."

It is smoke and mirrors, people.

Along with the smack your head-ness of, "The White House is leaking stories of corruption like a sieve!!! We must do something about these leaks!!!"

Here is a suggestion... How about you don't be so fucking corrupt? Try that on for size, Pum'kin.

Another concern is how much business 45 did or is still in cahoots with Russia. The main reason people wanted to see 45's tax returns was for the potential conflict of interests. Russia being at the top of the list.

And we STILL have not seen said tax returns. I am debating starting a "Returner Movement". I will scour, at my own risk of sanity loss, all 45's old tweets and interviews regarding President Obama's birth certificate. I will replace "birth certificate" with "tax returns". "Obama" to "Der Gropenfuhrer" (Miracle get's cred for that one).

Seriously... Until we see tax returns, no more executive actions. The minority of people may have voted him in, making him the "electoral college-ically elected" president... Fine, let's see if he is 1) Competent enough (Already proving to be not so). 2) Not have conflicts of interest (Gimme those tax returns!).

Conflict of interest being that he will allow his ex-Exxon CEO Secretary of State to lift sanctions against Russia because he has Exxon Mobil stock or something, thereby weakening our position against Russia, while lining his pockets with part of a possible $500,000,000,000.00 deal. Lot's of zeros, I know... just say "half a TRILLION dollars".

For a piece of THAT pie, a "business man" the likes of 45, would do just about anything... including selling out American interests, hell... selling out Human Interests... just to ensure he stays rich. Not GETS rich... STAYS rich.

I said human interests mainly because Crimea... Still a thing. Rebels backed by the Russians are still fighting Crimeans. People are still dying.

The last concern is the Russian hacking of the election. People may or may not be up to speed on what exactly that means. First, every intelligence agency that we have, has reported that their was involvement by STATE SPONSORED Russian hackers to manipulate the election.

One aspect of he hacking entailed the proliferation of hundreds, if not thousands of false stories painting Secretary Clinton in an unfavorable light. If you took more than five seconds to read and determine that the story was completely fictional, then you were part of the problem.

I am surrounded by people who, when offered morsels like that, licked the plate clean and asked for seconds.

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I didn't even mention the whole Prostitute Piss Party thing because it is not "proven". It is not "unbelievable" by any means... but not proven.

I was at work, talking to some 45 supporters. I said, "Even you guys will admit, that by all that you know and have witnessed, Obama was a decent husband and father."

I could see the recalcitrance to admit even that... but got the "Yeah... We'll give you that."

"So, if you heard that a prominent figure paid Russian prostitutes to urinate on each other and a bed that his rival had once slept in, would you be more likely to believe that Trump did that or Obama did?"

"Go away, Dougie."

"Have a nice day, Gents."

I know my Dad thinks I probably should not write this... Figuring I will be "targeted" for reprisal. While I appreciate that sentiment, I fear not saying anything more. They only win we do nothing.

I know the news is being de-legitimized and it is just a fucking beating to watch. If I helped explain this whole thing and made it more easy to digest for at least one person... I done my part.

Nemnogo,

d

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Title: Do you speak Russian?
Sign off: Little bit.

Based On A True Story

She was older now. She was walking along, caught in grasp of memories so dense, they were almost "forest of fairy tale-like proportions", and she was in danger of getting lost in them.

She remembered the days so bright, skies so blue, that her entire future seemed without zenith. Running along main street, seeing if the five and dime had restocked her favorite candy. She had just gotten her allowance after all. She had watched her baby brothers three nights this week. A nickel per night netted her fifteen cents. She was practically rich.

When the skies were that full of grandeur and awe, it made being chained to the school desk that much more dreadful... The moment the bell would ring, she would sprint, flat out sprint home. Every day her father would tell her that she ran, "Like the devil has your number!"

The farm on which she grew up was primarily corn, with some rhubarb thrown in. The neighboring farm grew spearmint, and when her father and the mint farmer would cross paths on the gravel roads, if she were present, she always hoped to spy the mint farmer's son. He was a year or two older than her, and she was smitten from the first day she saw him.

All that running led her to excel in track and field. In high school, her event was the 4 x 400 relay. Javelin was also in her wheelhouse. She barely missed out on the Olympic team in 1960. She dreamed of Rome all winter long. She also dreamed of Amos, the mint farmer's boy... well... the mint farmer's strapping young man...

As she was strolling... and swimming in memory... she flashed to when she and Amos eventually got married. It wasn't a big to do. Mostly family, few friends who hadn't moved off or gone and got drafted to southeast Asia. Amos had taken over his daddy's farm... and she was in college -  so they "avoided the war".

So began their journey together. It wasn't an uneventful life, but not a tumultuous one either. There were highs and lows. They faced them together, like any true couple would. They had two children. They raised two children. They watched as two children went and started their own lives.

She would often think about how there was no preparation for the "routine of life". The seemingly endless repetition of the same thing. While she took comfort in the routine with Amos, it led to her fantasizing about the "What if's". She never acted on anything, not wanting to betray a good man like Amos, who worked hard to provide for his family.

As much as she had not prepared for the routine, she, along with the vast majority of people walking the Earth, she was not prepared for Amos' departure from the world. Blood clot traveled, undetected, and upon finding his heart, stopped it...

She took her time. Grieving. No one could tell her when it was "enough". That was for her, and her alone to decide.

To this day, she will catch herself looking for his boots by the door. He would NEVER clean them off before coming in from the fields... No matter how many times she asked him to. She would grab the broom and dust pan, and as she gathered up the sweeping, he would say something along the lines of, "If I cleaned them off, I would not get to watch your hips sway as you sweep... and when you bend over with that dust pan... well..."

She would "pshaw"... but she would smile...  Because she knew he meant it. She knew it was an apology of sorts... And the "flirtations of a farmer"...

She would eventually move to Texas. One of her younger brothers had invented some sort of button on a calculator for Texas Instruments and been able to ride that to a nice salary and early retirement. He decided to take care of his big sister who had taken care of him.

She was older now... walking... RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE KROGER PARKING LOT ROW... WHAT THE FUCK?????? COULD YOUR ASS BE SLOWER???? PICK A FUCKING SIDE, MAYBE???? IF THE GREATEST GENERATION WAS SO FUCKING AWESOME, WHY CAN'T SHE PICK A FUCKING SIDE TO WALK ON, SO I COULD GET THE FUCK AROUND HER AND FIND A FUCKING PARKING SPACE???? GO TO THE FUCKING DMV AND GET A FUCKING HANDICAP PLACARD!!!! THEN YOU WOULD BE FUCKING CLOSER AND I WOULD NOT BE SEQUESTERED BEHIND YOUR SLOW WALKING ASS!

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Okay... Maybe the pre-workout mix has a tendency to make me a bit... "antsy"... But seriously... This lady was not cripple... not all old-lady-bent-over-ravaged-by-time and shit... She was just being a self centered assclown and meandering... sashaying... ambling... in the middle of the lane... UGH!!!

I was behind her for the 40 second eternity... and made up the entire backstory...

Thankfully... My math sucks or I would have been working out how many miles per hour it would take to bounce, NOT BREAK, her out of my way... Acceleration delta.... Mass... Angle... Do I go for distance or style points on the landing? Stop it stop it stop it...

This is where my Mom is rolling her eyes... But hopefully it was more light hearted than last weeks offering.  Also... NOTE: I don't know if I will kick one out next weekend as I am headed to New Orleans for a work conference. I am sure I will have something to say after my visit to the Big Easy though.

Lassiez les bon temps rouler,

d

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