To Sign Again?

For the last five days, I have not been privy to the news. I had been at a social engagement with 250 friends maintaining a nice enjoyable blood alcohol concentration. I focused, like, super hard.

The one piece of news that I could not avoid is that of Chris Cornell's passing. That really will add an extra level of already prevalent haunt to any and all songs where his vocals were gloriously utilized. Rest In Peace, Good Sir.

Now... Last week's shit show regarding the current administration is just another example of what to expect from a circus when you elect a clown.

The folks came down to watch the Damn Dog while I went and "Adult Spring Breaked" - Meaning it all went on a credit card. I was lucky enough to spend some quality time with them, doing what we normally do... bitch about the fuckery transpiring in the capital.

Dad brought up the idea that we need to "Voldemort" this douche. By that, I mean do not use his name. Seriously, petition all the major news stations, papers, media outlets, social media apps, radio stations, fucking smoke signals if need be... and tell them, for one week... Do. Not. Say. His. Name.

"The 45 President". "The President." "Our Commander In Chief.". Whatever... just no "T-word".

When the press, even the "Fake News", uses his given name, it gives his hard micro-cheeto penis an erection. It does NOT matter that the words before or after the usage of the name... I adamantly believe that he does not hear them.

"T***p is a colossal fucktard piece of shit." - His ego brain would see that, and if he CAN, in fact, read, would come away with "I am colossal... My hands are colossal."

"T***p has completely botched everything he has touched and is the greatest threat to the United States of America."  - That group of factual words gets butchered by his brain, and reassembled to come out his mouth sphincter as, "I am the greatest."

"T***p wants to fuck his own daughter."   - Gets transmorgifucked into "Have you seen her? I mean, c'mon?"

It is the name that drives him.

John Oliver's excellent broadcast, just last night, pointed out that the National Security Council, who give the President his briefings on global issues, have to use his name in order to keep his attention; "In as many paragraphs as we can because he keeps reading if he is mentioned."

FIRST, the intelligence brief has to be one page, memo style with "visual aids, like maps, charts, graphs and photos." Yes, because "Syria" is a fucking one page problem. With a map. Picture of Assad (With a circle around it, an arrow with the words "BAD HOMBRE" written in red - I might be dead on with that... but it is not confirmed... But every single one of you can totally envision it.)

This is his OWN team. Having to feed that vacuous, black hole of attention seeking ego.

Back to Dad's idea... Get ALL the media to just not use his name. One week of that and he will be flinging feces and twitting like a temper tantrum having 3 year old in a restaurant that you would like to drop kick out the door.

The fatal flaw of the plan... Fox "News". Before they agreed to this plan, they would have to form an exploratory committee to find where they put there "journalistic credibility". Indiana Jones would be a good candidate, since he is as fictional as the idea that Fox "News" ever HAD credibility to begin with.

Now... On to the title... We are going full prognostication mode... After Comey, the FBI will appoint a prosecutor. There will be all manner of shit found. There will be inquiries... And at the most critical time...

The fucker will resign.

This way... "I was never impeached."

"I was not run out of office, I left office."

"I was not found guilty - there was no trial."

As I am writing this, I am thinking of the biggest dick move... ya know, trying to be "presidential". Was thinking of Monopoly... When the game has gone on toooo long, and you are about to get caught stealing pink 50's from the bank, and you probably gonna be found to be bankrupt on the very next roll.

You knock the board over reaching for the Doritos.

That is what the bastard is gonna do. Let's just hope he doesn't realize - He's the one with the hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place that are gonna get toppled.

And let's hope he does realize that when that happens, there are no winners. Everyone just wasted their time.

_______________________________________

Man... Five days of not doing anything but eating, drinking, and hanging out with friends will really make you think - I do NOT want to go back to work.

On a positive note, got to hang with some friends. Made some new ones. Helped out some folks. Played chicken with a fire hydrant (it won, but I saw fear!!!!).

I am going to try and write more. If you have suggestions. Topics. Requests for stories. Want to know my opinion on something.., find me. I am not hard to get a hold of. Please. You will get full props... I will make ya infamous!

You could live easy if life stood still,

d

This blog brought to you by Wings, Harold Faltermeyer, Rush, Marvin Gaye + Tammi Tyrell, Stone Temple Pilots, Johnny Cash, Robert Palmer, Stevie Nicks, Dethklok, Cheap Trick*, The Doors, Weird Al, Savatage, Van Halen, and The Romantics.