There is just too much lipstick on this pig to even begin to recognize it anymore and why the rank and file maga aren’t to blame (mostly)

 

Okay I promise I will get back to writing in the other blog soon. You know something that even if I do not know what I am doing it is at least more dedicated to doing what we need to do, like prayer that I get back to it and quit letting the city of man drive me crazy.

Okay that said, let’s start being crazy again.

Trump now is covered in so much lipstick from the Washington DC enablers it is laughable except for how bad things have gotten.

And yes the rank and file MAGA is not fully to blame no matter what the name calling democratic clueless elitists will say.

Why do I say this? Well because, yep just because. Really it goes back to decades of Democrats giving lip service to improving education and saying they fought for the working class. They did neither. The working class got tired of the Democrats’ lies and eventually started looking elsewhere. Unfortunately due to lack of education for many elsewhere was a mistake. And now they cannot back out of the madness they signed up for unless they are willing to admit to making a mistake. A hard ask for any human.

There are some actual MAGA rank and file and influencers that are deplorables, yet they are much more of a small minority than the Democrats believe. Most were tired hard working people including working, middle and upper middle class individuals that saw Washington failing them. The Democrats talked down to them and we had years of FOX demonizing democrats that eventually when the pig entered the marketplace many were ready to hear what he had to say. Sure it was all lies and bluster with a small iota of policy that attracted many such as stronger immigration policy and a I can fix it mentality that people wanted to hear. Things were not as bad as he said, but people had already been lied to enough by omission from the Democrats and by FOX straight up that they were ready to believe.

And when the queen of democrat elitism, Hillary Clinton called a good chunk of Americans deplorables she basically kicked them over the edge. She was already hated by way too many Americans as it was and then she gave them the catalyst to buy into Trump’s bluster hook line and sinker.  So we got Trump 1.0

Now we have Trump 2.0 and there are way too many sycophants in DC slathering lipstick on the pig because they know if the lose the base, they are all in trouble. And the lipstick is so thick it is beyond ugly. So we get upteen amounts of idiots spewing madness all lying to us about everything hoping they can stave off the inevitable disaster we are no longer slow walking to.

We can no longer hide from our debt and deficit, the Social Security and Medicare debacle, the inability of Congress to reign in the madness, a disaster of a war that is not a war, the Epstein class of criminals, the grift, the “DC improvement” projects, what will soon become apparent that our federal government will not be able to help in national disasters loss of trust from our allies, way too much fake love to Trump from Putin, the joke called tariffs, the lipstick is off the bigotry, the trio of doom on the Supreme Court, January 6 and so much more.

So what do we do you hopefully ask. The end is near, but not inevitable. This country has bounced back from other disasters and madness.

It will take two large groups of people to either completely shut up or realize how much they need each other. And most of those people are in the main economic groups of our country, the working, middle and upper middle classes that are split into believing in their separate echo chambers. If someone can get people to realize, they are on the same team then things may turn around and with some work somewhat quickly. Until then, it is just all madness, incompetence and ugly coming out of DC.

And there are some tough laws that will need to be enacted early such as changes to being able to gerrymander, lobbying by special interests, campaign finance laws or generally creating an environment where the best ideas get to DC, not the loudest stupidity.

So the answers are out there if the people will quit fixating on the pig, pro and con, and start fixating on what is best for them.

Or I will just keep shouting the truth that the DC Dems are clueless elitists and the DC Reps are twits and cowards. It is not the people that are the problem, but they just need to realize they need to start loving their fellow citizens again.

Cheers

 

And I do need to stop this madness and work on the more productive projects in my life

Thoughts and questions on reading and on reading and writing

 

Too many people are afraid to talk about their struggles and for many there are serious troubles. For me today though it is more of something I do not understand.

I cannot say I do not have reading comprehension, yet I struggle with reading. I can read a story and generally understand the gist and even some of the meanings involved. And yet I miss so much also and I do not know why. I am not a genius, yet somewhat have some mental capacity so my struggles with understanding what I read has bothered me my whole life.

I struggle with non fiction and fiction. I use to think fiction wasn’t a problem, or maybe it is just old age now, but honestly when people talk about literature I realize I missed something from that story. And it isn’t like I do not get or understand the general story.

I have been working on multiple non fiction projects and one of them is available to follow on Substack. And that one is pretty complicated so I don’t worry so much about how much I miss. The whole purpose is to learn from it, both the book and the process of studying quite more than just the book. I brag to people maybe by saying I have about five books open trying to grasp not just the book, but the whole understanding of where the author is in his writing. The author is well read and has clear understandings of his material. I am just scratching the surface and I don’t mind saying such. It is difficult reading and overwhelming most of the time, yet it is fun for me. Yet my fear is why is it so hard to grasp some of the material.

And the word grasp is not the correct word. Like I mentioned I can read a story and generally understand who are the characters, the plot, even picture described places, but something I cannot put my finger on alludes me in reading a story or non fiction works. Or am I just overthinking it. And I know it is not because I am old because I have struggled with this my whole life.

I see people read something and immediately they can take deep dives into the material. I have to reread just to go back and catch what they discuss. Sure I understand quite a bit of the material, but to watch others just devour reading material amazes me.

And this is irksome because I want to understand it. I recently read three books by C. S. Lewis and not one of them was the Narnia series. I read that years ago and there were times I got lost in the story.  These books I was able to read them at a leisurely pace and sit down with them as I read to think about what was said. I feel pretty confident I understand most to almost all of what he wrote, yet I cannot regurgitate it well, even internally. I can go back and read and say, yes I understood that, but it comes up again in my head, why can’t I discuss it or write about it successfully without struggling.

And this is infuriating because as mentioned I am working on multiple projects that need research. And doing research is difficult for me even though I can pass a test on the material read, I cannot incorporate it into new work with out much effort.

So I am still looking for the right term or word to describe exactly where I am in my reading skills. Again I can comprehend much of the material, but miss too much in my eyes.  I do not remember facts at all, it is almost like a mental block. I have to find the information even though I just read it. I know it is there, but I cannot remember exactly the information.

And then again, I read or consume quite a bit of news. And to brag again, I try to read from many different sources, but over time that has dwindled down to mainly Reuters, AP sourced stories, Forbes, Business Insider, not the Wall Street Journal, but stories I find from that source, something called Raw Story, a few more and still on occasion CNN website.

I used to read more mainstream websites such as CNN, MSN, Fox and others, but they became so partisan that it is impossible to read them regularly. Anyway the gist of this point is I catch the information from news sources better than general reading and I do not understand why. My wife will run across a headline and ask me about it and if I have read the story I can break it down for her quickly and efficiently with no struggle. I can present the arguments the author made and in most cases counter the argument if needed from our view point. There is absolutely no hesitation in addressing these stories. So what gives?

And again if I need to read something to help develop my writing it becomes even more difficult. Again I ask is this a mental block or is there a deeper obstacle I need to overcome.

I am a procrastinator, just ask my wife, she will tell you. Yet I do not think that is what affects my ability to read or comprehend certain material. Procrastination does affect me getting anything done so I ask myself am I rushing to get it done since behind schedule. I am not sure since any schedules or most schedules are of my own creation. I have a few things that are time sensitive, but for most of my reading until I am offered to publish something (hint hint world) there are no deadlines.

And it makes it more confusing for me because I can create a story at the drop of a hat. And once created if I make the effort I can really expand on it with purpose, thoughts or meanings, goals, to make a point and of course actually add some depth. Now I do have to make the effort and that comes back to the procrastination. I have maybe close to twenty short stories and a couple of novels in various stages of completion. A few of the short stories are probably as far along as the one I recently added to my platforms I use for this blog. Some are easily ten thousand words that have been worked on. Will I eventually get to the point where I feel they are completed, who knows? I do think many authors and writers struggle with that though. When is a story done is a question we have to ask ourselves and find the successful answer. It may not be the one we want so as I have written from the beginning; an editor is worth their weight in gold, too bad I have neither. Yet this rings so true. A writer always needs someone to respond to as they march along. Some great ones maybe didn’t, but they are great for a reason. The rest of us can still produce meaningful work with help.

So any thoughts on this two for Tuesday, Taco Tuesday, trash Tuesday or whatever Tuesday phrase floats your boat? I saw another one recently and now for the life of me I cannot remember it. See, there I go again. Something I thought worth remembering now fails to reproduce in my synopsis so I can share with you when I want. This is somewhat of what I am trying to describe as my mental block, not remembering facts that matter even though I know it is out there.

I hope you do not struggle with this madness when trying to do anything in life. The idea of rehashing or rereading the same material a few times just to get something done is frustrating for me so I do not wish it on you in any endeavor, not just reading and writing.

Which leads to my final vent of the day, reading and writing is so important and our society and maybe much of the world does not help develop these skills in young people anymore. I know many will only read at certain levels, but they need to be able to succeed in reading where they can. If I had my way, schools would ditch technology until students are ready to graduate and then maybe have a class or two so they have the technical know how to operate technology. From there they can go on and study it more for a career or something, yet for every day instruction, schools should still rely on books and face to face interactions. And yes I know different people have different learning techniques, so yes be flexible, yet not with relying on technology to do everything. And schools should be allowed to take up phones during the day even if the parents do not like it. Give the kids some self reliance development also.

And as no one does feel free to comment on your feelings about reading and writing. I am curious how the vast majority works through their work.

I do want to say I read so much non fiction of late I found a science fiction novel to read just to relax my brain. It is set on a completely different world, I do find myself able to follow through with what is going on quite well. I may miss some details, yet overall feel pretty good about it. Just don't test me.

More optimistic than I want to be—and still before game time tonight

 

So I said I would make my prediction for the Dallas Cowboys and even though Stephen A Smith said they would make the playoffs and that would normally make me say, nope, I think this year the Cowboys do make the playoffs and I will just say it, they make but lose the NFC championship game.

I really don’t think so based on my rational feelings, but for some reason I think they will do better than most seasons this year. I am sticking my neck out on this one, but hey let’s say 11 wins and they win a couple of playoff games.

Here we go.

(I said I would post this before game time and I did on other platforms I use: Tumblr and Wordpress, then had to run so updating the rest now. It is still before halftime :-) )

Yes, Dallas is trying to kill me

 

We just spent almost two weeks and over three thousand miles on the road and after crossing the Dallas City Limits and in less than tn hirty minutes five cars almost hit us driving crazy down the highway. Seriously three cut in front of us while it was raining going 70 miles per hour. The first one was so bad it ended up slamming on its brakes and going down the middle of two lanes to avoid hitting us then two others. The two others had also come around us speeding and were trying to pass us from the right lane and almost hit us then the first person now in front of us.

This is just insane. There were bad drivers in almost every city and large town we visited, yet none as bad as Dallas, not even close. As we tried to exit two cars back to back almost slammed into us. One veered into the shoulder, then the other. There was full traffic so why they were speeding was insane.

And yes I am an old person and you can make fun, but after driving like we did to come home and encounter such stupid driving is just as the man says “sad”.

Folks all this happened in less than thirty minutes and we were coming in the back way into Dallas.  Not going to explain that phrase, but not the major highways, yet still tons of traffic.

So if you are thinking of moving to the DFW area, don’t. Just don’t. There are already too many people who cannot drive so save yourselves.

 

Okay will quit whining and let you know my Cowboys’ season prediction will be posted before Sunday evening’s game. It may be Sunday afternoon, who knows, but will be up before the game. Currently not overly optimistic especially since we lost our best lineman to an injury for the first few weeks of the season and this new defensive coordinator is well, new. Hopefully better, but new. I need to read some before I get bold.

Slowly yet surely, step by step, (there is an old movie scene here I think) I see the eyes opening

 

On the online website: ”Salon” there is this article written by Brian Karem titled “GOP is finally running out of people to blame”.

Now Salon is a left leaning publication and most of this article deals with the failure of Trump and the Republicans. Mr. Karem picks apart the Trump administration and the Republicans in general for the various madness they are subjecting the country. You can like this or not like this based on which side of the coin you land.

What was significant to me is Mr. Karem made some interesting statements.  The first statement is:

“…..Who do you think the American public will listen to? The GOP’s pitch was, roughly speaking, that they could use extreme methods to take care of the cleanup on aisle seven. They have obviously failed. Now other folks are making the same claim from the opposite side of the court. I remain skeptical that any political party in this country can affect real and lasting positive change. They’re too busy demonizing each other, …..”

So even others with normally a side to support are realizing the truth I speak regularly. And to finish the article he states:

“These midterms promise to be fun: the old and befuddled far right versus the young and arrogant far left, vying for attention and a chance to feed at the public trough.”

Now this is not what I call the Democrats and Republicans, however he recognizes neither side truly represents us and is more attuned to power than working on what the people need. 

Mr. Karem states to make his points about the Republicans that the paint is peeling, to me he shows us in a small way the paint is peeling on both parties ineptitude to govern anymore.

Cheers

Here is a short story I am working on, please let me know your thoughts and if where I am is recognizable

 

                                                               Did I miss my exit?                                             

 

I parked in a parking lot, for maybe a business. I step out of the car or I feel I do. It is late in the afternoon of a fall day. There are leaves all over the parking lot. There are other cars and maybe some people there, but I don’t feel comfortable especially with the people, yet I cannot put a finger on as to why or exactly where they are in the parking lot. Or are they over by the business or in their cars? When did I stop?

Again, the parking lot is full of leaves, all drenched in bland fall colors, not the bright oranges and yellows you want to see, more of a dull orange or dull light brown. I looked up and the trees were the same way. The canopy of trees is thick so not much sunlight is getting through. All around the parking lot are trees blocking any direct sunlight from reaching the ground. I look over and not sure if the one-story small building I thought I saw still existed. Did I see one?

I continue to look around. Off to one side of the parking lot is a small ravine and then on the other side is a hill that goes up. Due to the trees, I cannot see how far the hill goes up. I think about walking over to the ravine to get a better look, yet just stood still looking at the ravine. It has me fixated for a moment, but for how long I cannot remember or did it? I can not tell.

I turned back towards where I think the business had been, yet there is something there, but now it appears to be more of a mound up against the other side of the parking lot from the ravine. There are trees standing over it and a hill going up behind it with trees going up the side of the hill so you could not see how far it went up.

Not only is the ground of the parking lot covered with leaves, so is the ground all around the parking lot. I turn around and around looking for the entrance to the parking lot or the road that led me here.

The leaves cover the ground going up the sides of the hills on either side of the parking lot. I decide I want to leave so I reached into my pocket for my keys. I cannot find my keys. I walk around or am I walking and now it seems there are less cars and the cars that are there are in states of disrepair and missing doors or other body parts. I look for the people I thought I had seen earlier or had I just felt their presence.

It still seemed like it is late in the day. I can look up through the trees and see blue sky and some light filtering through all the trees. It had that look like the sunlight isn’t directly overhead. I cannot figure which direction the sun is though. I ask myself long have I been there. It cannot be long since it is still light. I start to worry about it getting dark so I begin hunting around where I stand for my keys. I realize I cannot find my keys much less my car.

What happened to my car? I look around the parking lot and now I am not sure it is or was a parking lot. Are there any cars still here? There are leaves everywhere and some stacked high like maybe they are covering something. I look up. It is still daylight and it appears it isn’t changing. I see small amounts of sunlight filter through the trees and glimpses of blue sky through all the leaves. I start to try and figure out why the trees have all their leaves and yet there are so many on the ground. That thought did not hold long. I keep standing in the same spot trying to look for something to orientate myself. I think if I should try to climb one of the hills to get a better sense of my surroundings. For some reason I still stand here. I do not want to say I cannot or unable to walk forward or just not motivated to walk towards the ravine or any of the hills. It seems everywhere I look around there are hills covered with trees so it is hard to determine how high is each hill. All the trees have the same coloring of leaves with that dull orange or light brown. It even appeared they are all the same size, yet I cannot tell if all the trees are the same type. Well maybe some are taller than others, but that did not determine if the classification of the trees are all the same. Now that I have been here awhile, I notice everywhere around me is a forest, not too thick, but seeing off into the distance is hard or up the hills all I can see are trees.

I cannot believe what is happening to me. Yet I don’t feel it like anything is happening at all. How can things stay exactly the same with so much change? Surely there is an answer. Did I get tired while driving and pull over to sleep a moment? Have I awaken yet?  I felt awake. I am consciously thinking and observing my surroundings. So I cannot be asleep and I don’t feel like that dream sense of not controlling your surroundings. I feel I can walk if I want to, but not sure which direction to head. I look for my car again. I must be dreaming and am still in the car so that is why I cannot see it. I try to will myself awake. Otherwise why is the world around me so different from just a moment ago? Surely there is an answer and I just need to collect my thoughts and get going again.

 And as time goes on I keep worrying about what I need to do when evening then night comes. I look up and the sky has the same amount of light it had when I first arrived. I don’t panic about night coming yet, but it is a concern. I try to determine how much light is left in the day. I cannot tell. I know it is still daylight, yet seeing the sky clearly is difficult through all the foliage on the trees overhead. I cannot tell if there is a cloud in the sky or not. The light seems the exact same as when I arrived.

Nothing is stopping me from going anywhere, yet nothing is inspiring me to trek through the forest to climb one of the hills. I want to walk, yet I stand there constantly turning to face one direction then another. The idea that I was once in a parking lot is there, but it has long since disappeared with the building, my car, my keys, the other cars and the people I had thought were there when I first arrived. Now there is just me, some flat ground that was the parking lot. Wasn’t there a ravine on one side? I see some mounds of ground I presume, leaves collected into mounds, the trees and then the hills going up to who knows where. All around me is this same dull color, nothing that stands out, just this constant foliage of dull brown or dull orange giving off the appearance of some contrast, yet very little.  The sunlight continues filtering through to let you know it is still day, but the light of late afternoon only. I cannot believe this is real. Again I think I am in a dream and will wake up soon.

And now I cannot tell if I am disappearing into the environment or just observing it. I wondered why everything around me is evolving or changing, yet time keeps still. This is madness. I need to kick something. I want to hit something. I cannot find anything to kick. I think about kicking the mounds of leaves. I get scared. What if I kick something and hurt my foot? I shouted or I think I shout. There is no echo. I want to scream at everything around me. There isn’t anything to scream. I don’t know what to scream. I run in circles, well it feels such. Why am I not seeing anyone anymore? I feel anger and don’t know for how long I have felt it. I keep wanting to scream and scream and scream. I hear no sound from me. Maybe I hear something faint from far away. Why can’t they hear me scream? What is wrong with this world?  It changes and stays the same no matter I long I stand here. I am not dreaming, this is a nightmare. I try to pinch myself. Wake up I think I yell. I look around and it is still light out, the leaves are all around, the trees are all around and somewhere just past the trees are those hills I need to climb. I get resolute and think I should march there now before it gets late, yet I am scared to leave my spot because all I want is to go home. Frustration wells up inside me as I think about home.  Just let me go home I think I scream.

It still is light, the same light it has always been. I look up. I look down and the light doesn’t change. I think there should be someone around to speak to about where is my car, where am I, where does this madness end and when can I go home? I promise myself whatever caused me to park here I will fix. I just need to find someone to show me what happened. Do I need to call someone to come get me? I still want to scream, yet that doesn’t seem to be an answer to this predicament.  I just need to find someone and then work out the details. This cannot be a problem especially if I find my car. My wallet must still be in it. I feel I am waiting and it never goes away. Waiting for what I ask myself? Somewhere there is a solution so I scream again or I think I do. Am I still asleep? Is that all this is for now? Where in your brain do you go to for your brain to break through this madness? Surely some part of your brain is functional enough to know to create a lifeline out of here. And what is here besides a valley maybe, small one at that, does water run through that ravine I saw earlier, yet cannot see again. Speaking of which, am I thirsty?

I cry. I look at the dullness of the leaves. I cry. I look at the sunlight I cannot see. I cry. I cannot stop crying. I don’t want to do anything. I look through the trees to find the hill I must climb, yet why make the effort. I just stand there for how long. Does it matter if I move? Does it matter about me? Why can’t I wake up?  Why does the day never change, but I feel I am changing? What process of thought must I endure to escape what is in front of me? Why won’t my brain, my synopsis figure something out so I can move.

I don’t want to move. I stare at the dull brown and orange leaves. I see. I smell, not sure what. Or am I smelling? Don’t leaves smell, doesn’t rotting foliage have a smell? I see the leaves on the ground. Shouldn’t they be decaying? I shrink into my brain. Am I not seeing, hearing or smelling because the world around me is disintegrating?  I think this is not my fault.  Whatever happened I hold no accountability. I got stuck. Nothing else happened. The frustration, the anger, the confusion is all gone now. I sit in solace knowing it doesn’t matter anymore.  I sit. I don’t care.

I don’t know how long I sit or am I standing. I just don’t know what is happening. Maybe I will be rescued. I laugh. That is a futile thought. Does anyone know I am missing?  I think of home. Home is beautiful, full of color, off white walls filled with scenic landscape paintings much more distinct than what is around me. There are family pictures, the smell of fried chicken cooking, the laughter ringing from all the rooms as kids play. I love home. How long will it be before I see home again? There is no worry if I can go home. All I need is to go home. Whatever this moment is about, it won’t matter when I go home. I cry missing home, but not a sad cry, maybe a bit sad, yet more of longing and it being too long away.

For some reason I keep waiting for something to happen. At times I get angry again because the world is the same. Everything I first remembered is gone and has been for untold amount of time since the light never changes. Still the same late afternoon feel to the light so why doesn’t it change? Why is it not darker by now? I keep thinking maybe it is a dream, yet it feels like one long dream. Yet isn’t that the way dreams work. There is no time, they just happen and then they are over. I think again maybe this is a dream. I look around. How many times have I done that?  Has time settled into the area where I sit or stand or turn? I don’t know which and trees above me with those annoying dull brown and orange leaves, tads of light filtering through, trees all around and just beyond it appears hills leading upwards. It seems like the world has always been this way.

I look around again. Again nothing changes. I look to see if I have a watch on, I can’t remember if I had one on today. Seems surreal to say today since so much has changed and nothing has changed, but it still must be today since it is still light out.

At times it feels like I need permission granted for me to move around. I don’t know why this feeling is present. I look, I see nothing different. Do I hear a voice? I wait.

What I wait for I do not know.  I sense something coming or is it just wind. I think finally a breeze. I cannot remember feeling a breeze this whole afternoon. It feels pleasant, refreshing. Yes I do feel a breeze. I look up. I don’t know why. Is something or someone calling me. Am I ready to move? Almost, maybe, I think.  I think it would be great to shower. I don’t know why, yet a feeling of cleansing falls over me. I feel elated, fantastic like never before.

I run. I run up the hill. I see the light becoming brighter with each forward motion. I cannot run fast enough. There is no labor to my breath as I run. Everything comes easily as I approach the light coming from the top of the hill. I see the beauty of the light, a beauty that cannot be described. The tears are flowing. They are tears of joy.

It wasn’t/isn’t that difficult, why the modern disasters tick me off and so does this country

 

You read in the news the historically low lake levels in the west or the flooding in the Midwest as we head into hurricane season. Maybe we get lucky this year and El nino floods the west’s lakes and lessens the impact of hurricanes. Can we count on it?

No. You cannot count on anything with nature so you should always be contingency planning and that is without even thinking about climate change. Yet the short sightedness of our current political system is actually destroying us. And I am not talking generally about a two party system, but our current duopoly. And I do not care if you think I am beating the same ole drum because until you wake up and hear it I will continue to pound. And because it is this same duopoly that is destroying this country.

And all the people who still call themselves Republicans and Democrats will say no it is the other party. Which is one of the biggest aspects of the problem. The intense partisanship hate, finger pointing, yet even more important the lack of either side to actually figure out solutions to problems. So instead of finger pointing, stop for a moment and realize what has my party actually done. If you are honest with yourself, and I know this is a stretch because being honest with yourself is difficult, I struggle with it too, then you will see how little is done for you. Yet right now let’s talk about the country as a whole.

Starting 15-16 years ago I started writing ideas to alleviate what is exactly happening to this country today. Forget climate change, just think about things like an El Nino or other catastrophic climate events that happen without climate change. And if you realize climate change is a possibility then why weren’t you working hastily on alleviating some of the projected problems. No, instead you sat around with your nose in the air and told us the sky was falling and never created an umbrella. Complete silence on solutions or as what I did, offer ideas to combat the disasters befalling us. Everyone said quit pumping CO2 in the air and all will be well while watching the planet continue to consume fossil fuels like it is candy. You needed more and sat there and complained about the greed of the fossil fuel industry, which is undeniably a problem, but never ever said until this stops what are we going to do about potential disasters that existed even before potential climate change.

And others spoke of similar solutions, yet like me screaming into a partisan divide so large that our voices couldn’t even reach the canyon walls to even echo loud enough for the vast majority of the country to hear.

If you are a diehard Democrat or Republican you are part of the problem and not the solution no matter what you continue to say to yourself. We need new ideas, and at this point the ideas aren’t even new, they aren’t heard.

So if you are one of the people that thinks Trump can fix everything or one of the people who stick their nose up at the vast majority of the country and lectures us like a jaded community college professor; you are the problem. You have done more damage than you can imagine. And the vast majority who get stuck believing in either party because they dominate the political system get screwed by your ineptitude for public policy and general ability to think.

So again and again I say this we need new parties, or people in each party, I really don’t care, I just don’t see it in the duopoly to start thinking. And not just thinking outside the box, just thinking.

Again starting fifteen or sixteen years ago, I started proposing solutions with how to pay for it without just taxing us to death, yet it fell upon death ears. And again others have offered similar solutions, even those with greater credentials than me, yet the political earwax has clogged up the system so bad no one hears. And if you are reading this on Tumblr, Wordpress or Substack, the original blog is on blogspot or blogger. I started using the other platforms over time so go find the original and it is in plain black and white on your computer screen.

I feel for the vast majority of our country living with the flooding or concern for lack of water or the high price of electricity and I most emphatically put the blame on the duopoly lying to the people of this country just to hold onto a false sense of power. Absolutely abominable what they are doing to this country.

We can still rectify the problems if we can get past the partisan madness being shoved down our throats.