Worse than anything I want to complain about
Is the mess passing through humanity,
Not just the virus,
Because the toll that it is taking on people,
The way it’s taking life,
It is about as bad as gets.
Yet chuckleheads are arguing,
While people are dying.
Don’t sell your effing stocks,
Get to work helping people.
Don’t equate your lame ass with Easter,
Get to work helping people.
Don’t make me think your salary sacrifice is a big deal,
Donate the money to small companies who might do something
To help people.
On today’s scale of suck,
My work problems were nothing,
Too petty to even bring up,
The ones of the people we elected to help
Are the ones we should be worrying about.
I came of age during the AIDS crisis
Our leaders should have learned something from that.
Believe in science,
Believe in your role of protectors of people,
Get out of your special interest shackles
And do what you were elected to do,

NASA/E. Karkoschka (University of Arizona) [Public domain]
My friends are texting,
I have no idea
What’s going on.

I’m trying to decide
About buying a car,
I still don’t have a clue.

People on television are talking
About the bullshit in DC.
I can’t get my head around it.

Clarifications on the texts
Are leaving me in the fog.
Is it a birthday or here be dragons?

Phone calls from dealers
Are not at all helpful.
Can I get a car without rebar being inserted?

The government is doing what?
Come on…

More and more, I’m just a ring on Saturn.
There, circling,
Pretty much just hanging around.

New Hampshire
What about the D-O-J
The District,
Where the Feds are corrupted,
At least it looks that way,
When even the lawyers are running
But it doesn’t matter,
The Dems are collecting delegates,
The Republicans have quit building bridges,
And the orange one does what he wants.

The play has always been the law,
Control the judges, control the lawyers,
Control the lawmakers,
Keep the heat off me
Or it gets put on you.
I wasn’t around for the Red Scare,
So I don’t know what that was like,
But the country seems to have forgotten
What happens when the power shuns


See what’s going on,
Vote smart, y’all.


Note: This is a bit of a political rant… Just saying…agree or don’t, but be nice.

How great is that the President of the United States is planning his defense for potential charges that go against everything America stands for and then disinvites a championship team that is named after a national symbol, E-A-G-L-E-S because they believe in a person’s right to protest?

It’s not great at all, but that is the way of things in our country today. The Philadelphia Eagles, who won the Super Bowl, will not be attending the White House as has been the tradition for championship teams for some time now. The reason was that too few of the team members were going to show up, so Trump bailed. It’s great that the team, by standing up for what it believed and backing it up with several players planning to do charity work in DC rather than bow to the minister of deceit, have shown that we must stick up for what is right within ourselves. Further, the country is not about Republican, Democrat, or Trump, it’s about our laws and beliefs that we have certain inalienable rights, one being freedom of speech.

The President has shown again that he doesn’t believe in that right unless it’s about him.

Funny, I started writing this while listening to a suggestion by a fellow blogger that Some Girls by the Rolling Stones is a great album to listen to start to finish. Having never done it, I put my headphones on and started pounding away on the keys wondering if I stepped over some proper boundary in expressing my opinion about the idiocy that is happening in the ever-deepening swamp in my nation’s capital. Have I gone all rock and roll on this thing and put my invite to the White House in jeopardy? My first book of poetry is coming out soon and I’m sure I’ll get an invite or an offer to do an open mic in the White House. Yeah, right…

Let me say, I hope I haven’t ruined that opportunity if it even was a chance. I’d love to make a profit off the White House, it’s in vogue right now. Additionally, I have a great deal of respect for the office of the President. I know that the job is a no-win servitude, kind of like the Rolling Stones singing “Just My Imagination.” (Some acts should not be covered… All say, “NIXON.”) At least, however, the Stones’ version is acceptable, not an embarrassment, and catchy in that garage band-country crossover Rolling Stones way. 1600’s replay of the early 1970s political games, however, is far from respectful. The President seems to want to erase the slate of Nixon’s malfeasance, by rising to a higher level of whatever may or may not be Constitutionally allowed. And why, who knows, ego?

As it goes, the Eagles are probably better off. They don’t have to put up with ridicule for not being themselves. They don’t have to be associated with Russian diplomats and North Korean emissaries/spies as those two groups have been invited to chat with the Manhattan monarch. The Eagles should just be proud of being American and standing by their values and respecting the tenets of our country.

Hey, Congress…

BTW: Some Girls is worth a start to finish listening…Interesting that I like “Respectable” the best… I also realize that I’m late to the RS party. Unfortunately, in 1978, I was in the throws of a disco detox. Thank goodness for middle school, The Who, and The Eagles (coincidently).

When Watergate hit
I was in kindergarten
More interested in going outside
Than sitting and listening
To the hearings on television.

Somehow, interest stuck
And I grew up wanting to know more.
I would read and watch reports
Coming to the conclusion
That a very smart man acted stupidly.

When Iran-Contra hit
I was in college
More interested in staying inside
Than sitting and listening
To the hearings on television.

Somehow, interest never stuck
And I grew up only feeling jaded about Ollie.
I barely paid attention, never reading with depth
Yet, I came to the conclusion
That the actor must have forgotten his lines.

There was Desert Storm,
Monica-gate, 9/11, and Desert Storm 2.
Each weighed heavily on my mind
For all involved tragedy and
The intricacies of governance.

All said something
About politics, international relations, and life or death consequences.
Now there is another scandal,
Daily, weekly, interminably
And like the post-Watergate kid, I can’t get enough.

Through each of the other events,
I never felt helpless…I always felt like America would rally.
This guy has me cringing before checking the news.
He must be the greatest salesmen ever for
The gerrymandered electorate put him in office.

Now I’m waiting for Congress to step up.
Yet, I fear most of ‘dem-rep peeps grew up watching The Price Is Right
And had themselves spayed or neutered
For none of them have the balls
To be the check that restores balance to our country.

Hopefully, this ends safely.
Maybe dolts grow up and into the responsibility of their duties,
Highly unlikely in this case,
Just as it was back in the 70s
When the White House was vacated.


Not sure how much longer
I can take it…

Facebook, all the Trump stuff
I’m out on it.
I didn’t vote for him.
I don’t like his policies.
The next four years are shaping up
To be one legal battle after the next.

Not sure how much longer
I can take it…

What am I left with?
It seems like everywhere I go
It’s one Trump something
Or something else.
Bad. Gonna be great. Fabulous. Fake.
Supporters, haters,
I’m tired of them all.

It’s on my Twitter, too.
I don’t follow the President,
But an awful lot of the writer types I do follow
Have strong opinions
About the new guy.
I don’t disagree, but
I sure am tired.

Maybe this is a sign from above
That I should scale back my social media outlets.
Is this the time to cut the cord?
Who needs all this fact checking, fake news making,
Fear mongering, and bold faced government lying?
The government is the ultimate reality show,
Replacing sports.

Which I’m not sure I can take anymore either
Since politics is seeping in there too.

Oh well, logging out is becoming more likely.


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