I am SO looking forward to the upcoming George Stephanopoulos interview of James Comey regarding his new book, “A Higher Loyalty”.
On the GMA show this morning Stephanopoulos showed Comey discussing Trump actually talking about a compromising video of himself while in Moscow for a beauty pageant back in 2013.
No doubt you are all wondering, “What could that pee?”
Frist of all, Comey’s new book is NOT yellow journalism written by someone who just wants to make a big splash. It’s a golden opportunity to read a book saturated in facts proving even further what an arsehole we have as a president – who is clearly a Goldwater republican.
And Robert Mueller is going to find all this out. And there’s a vas deferens between what Trump thinks he knows about Mueller, and what Mueller actually knows about Trump.
Eventually these leaks will change from a steady drip, drip, drip to a gush – and Trump will know what true fear and panic is. We’ve all just been waiting for the information to trickle out.
Rest assured that Mueller is a whiz at figuring this stuff out – and does it without any leaks. Trust me, he’ll flush the truth out.
If I were so fortunate as to meet Mr. Mueller, I’d tell him, “Urine a league all your own. You will be showered with praise by grateful Americans – hell, by people all over the world!”
The only question now is if Fox News(sic) will carry Trump’s impeachment proceedings as a live stream. It’d be the only time I’d even think of tuning in to Fox.
No doubt we all enjoyed viewing lots of photos from last Saturday’s “March For Our Lives”. So this will be a review for most of those photos – but I thought we should memorialize such a huge event whose impact is still sending ripples across our country.
But there were so many to choose from I decided, that for better or worse, I’d do it as a slideshow to save on “real estate”.
The first slideshow is of the crowd in Washington, DC – clearly the largest one of the over 800 rallies that took place across America.
But DC wasn’t the only site – so here are a few of the other ones.
I should have captioned each one – but it was time-consuming enough just to select, organize and format as slideshows all the photos to begin with.
But to help out, they’re alphabetical. The first one is of Albuquerque – it’s the one with the kids in the front with their backs to the camera all dressed in black t-shirts with their arms around each other.
Albuquerque
Anchorage
Boston
Chicago
Colorado Springs ?
Fort Worth
Montpelier, VT
NYC
NYC (White angels)
NYC (White angels)
Parkland, FL
Rochester, NY
St. Paul
The last slideshow is of some of the signs I really enjoyed. No doubt everyone has a favorite, so feel free to share it – or a link to it in Comments.
(Because the “Hyperbole, Assholes” one (my favorite!) is quite tall and the photos are centered vertically, it skews the formatting. And it’s a little slower and bigger to help reading them)
There was a Tweet showing huge Los Angeles Crowd in a Video
Whether in body or in spirit, a heartfelt “Thank You!”
And judging from the number of rallies, the size of the rallies and the enthusiasm at the rallies – I think I see a very good November 6, 2018 in the making.
Why, I’d even go so far as to predict this:
But what I really want to share is one of the most powerful YouTube videos I’ve ever seen. It solely features veterans speaking out for common sense gun control laws – and a ban on assault weapons.
Boy, oh, boy – am I late to this party, or what? Stephanie Clifford is going to have to start sharing the legal spotlight with at least two other Trump survivors.
First, the judge has ruled that the lawsuit brought by Summer Zervos, a former contestant on The Apprentice who says Trump sexually assaulted her in 2007, is allowed to move forward.
And now we learn that Karen McDougal, the former Playboy model who also had an affair with Trump, has filed a lawsuit seeking to allow her to talk.
So I decided we should enjoy some “Stormy” weather before her story is blown off the map.
Very believable, given his own words …
And not only his words, but his actions, too …
Oh, just in case there was any doubt …
Kind of creeps you out, doesn’t it?
I guess that at least we can be thankful it appears that his youngest daughter, Tiffany, is well aware of his … hmm … inclinations.
Twitler’s “Gibberish Rally” last Saturday in an effort to help Rick Saccone in Pennsylvania’s special election (YEAH, LAMB!) wasn’t the only embarrassing moment for the Trump clan. Junior was also mocked in his own Meme when he campaigned with Saccone at the Sarris Candies factory.
This photo shows him being interviewed by a giant chocolate Easter bunny.
Of course Twitter wasn’t going to let a moment like that go by without mercilessly mocking Junior.
Probably the only time Junior has talked to a brown individual. Like you, I was shocked he didn’t demand to be interviewed by a whitechocolate bunny. (Of course his old man would have demanded a Playboy Bunny.)
Unfortunately for Junior, he is still waiting to be interviewed by a reporter that is actually dumber than he is. I suppose we should be grateful it wasn’t just another vapid Fox or Breitbart interview. And we can all agree that one of them is hollow and brainless, and the other one is made of chocolate.
And about that hairnet that Junior was forced to “don”. Who do you think wore it better, Junior or Ruth Buzzi from the old “Laugh-In” show?
Don’t bite my head off (you didn’t think I was going to pass up another low-hanging pun like that, did you?) for re-visiting a nauseating incident, but I’m sure we all recall that disgusting photo when Junior and Eric went big game “hunting” in Africa. The one with Junior proudly holding the tail he cut off from an elephant he killed.
So, like me, you’re no doubt wondering if he took a similar trophy from this interview. Well, here’s your answer …
After an extended absence, I wanted to resume my “Friday” posts by sharing with you a tribute to my Mom (may she rest in peace). And while I doubt this sad chapter will ever be entirely over for me, I’m at least ready to turn the page and wanted to let you know I’m doing fine.
(Even in death, she’s keeping me busy! I had no idea how involved being the Executor of even a small estate was going to be. I’m not complaining – just that it’s a lot more work than I had anticipated it would be. Even when virtually everything was POD [Payable on Death], TOD [Transfer on Death] or named Beneficiaries, the paperwork required to execute even these is mind-boggling.)
As you know, I (like probably most, if not all, of you do for yours) thought the world of my Mom. She will be missed by many, and I realize that sometimes fond memories of her will sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks. But I also know, as Joe Biden so eloquently told a gathering of Gold Star families, that the day will come when those same memories will bring a smile to my lips before they bring a tear to my eyes.
She grew up on a farm in northern Illinois with two older brothers, both of whom preceded her in death – although one of them lived to be 99 y/o. As I’ve mentioned a time or two, Mom was 101 when she died on February 6th of this year – which happens to be the same day her oldest brother died back in 1979.
She loved – and excelled at – sports … especially her beloved Cubbies. I was so glad she lived long enough to see the Chicago Cubs finally win a World Series. I got her a Cubs t-shirt to mark the occasion – just as I did when her second favorite baseball team, my KC Royals, won the World Series both in 1985 and 2015!
In fact, I was able to take her to a World Series game back in 1985. When I was in practice, one of the docs in our group was a rabid KC Royals baseball fan, so our group had box seat season tickets right behind home plate. And we also happened to have KC Chiefs season tickets, too. (But those were in the nosebleed section.) And as luck would have it, the Chiefs played the same Sunday (October 20, 1985) as the second game of the “Show Me I-70” World Series with the St. Louis Cardinals. And Mom and I got to go to BOTH of them! A Sunday afternoon of NFL football followed by an evening World Series baseball game … she was in hog heaven!
She loved to travel with friends and has gone to Europe more times than I have. She even made it to Africa … TWICE! (I’ve never been.) Her wanderlust must have started back when she and a group of friends from church drove across country to take in the New York World’s Fair back in 1939! I have a photo of them stopped on some country road enjoying a watermelon.
Reading was a passion for her, and when her macular degeneration prevented her from doing that anymore, we got a boombox for her so she could listen to books on CD that the public library would mail to her when she lived in her home and brought to her when she moved to the Assisted Living facility. (In honor of their wonderful service she enjoyed so much we requested that in lieu of flowers donations be made, besides her church, to our public libraries that she was so thankful for.)
In fact she listened to those books on CD so much she wore out her first boombox, and was well on her way to putting huge mileage on her second one!
We adored hearing stories she and her brothers would share about their adventures growing up on the farm. And probably by necessity, having grown up back in those days, she was a whiz in the kitchen. She was especially known for her, cinnamon rolls, baked beans, Swedish rye bread and especially her divinity at Christmas time that were always accompanied with her roasted pecans.
Fortunately, she was more than willing to share her cooking talents with me. And if I wasn’t able to emulate all her skills, then at least I certainly inherited her love of all things culinary. (Especially the eating part!) So many wonderful times were spent in our family kitchens with her – I think I’ll miss those experiences the most.
I put together a slideshow of the setting for her funeral in her beloved church that I grew up in. To respect privacy, I didn’t want to include any photos of people other than my Mom. Consequently, most of them were taken the day before when our family was setting up for the service. Only a few were of the reliquary cremation urn, and that is my hand resting on it in the photo taken in the Mausoleum. (Pastor said that a lady from church sewed the pall covering the urn, because they hadn’t had any services involving cremation remains before.)
She was buried next to our Dad, who died September 10, 1962 (which was the same day her second oldest brother was born in 1915). But we had gotten over 4” of new snow on top of the 6” that had recently fallen, so the cemetery folks said they wouldn’t be able to provide a graveside service, which is why it was in the Mausoleum. (Perfectly understandable)
I’ll close now the same way I always did during our almost daily phone calls, because I think I feel another fond memory of her about to trickle down my cheek: “Love you bunches, Mom!”
[NOTE: I apologize for the size of the slideshow, but I worked for over an hour trying to get it pared down, but with no success. I think the problem is that it contains both portrait and landscape photos – but you can only set the size parameters for the entire show. My “compromise” was to crop both height and width so they all are a little funky – but to do that you have to make them huge. And I got tired of trying different combinations – so they’ll remain huge. And if it gets stuck, just click the “Advance” button and it should resume.]
Twitler, in his oft-used attempt at distracting us from another God-awful week, took to his Twitter Tweeting – this time putting Alec Baldwin (whose “Saturday Night Live” impersonation of Trump has not only revived his career, but is also spot-on!) in his crosshairs:
But you can’t see that one anymore because Donnie (after someone got around to informing him that’s NOT how you spell “dying” ANDit’s A-L-E-C … NOTAlex, you twit) 25-minutes later put up a corrected one.
Alec Baldwin, whose dying mediocre career was saved by his terrible impersonation of me on SNL, now says playing me was agony. Alec, it was agony for those who were forced to watch. Bring back Darrell Hammond, funnier and a far greater talent!
And Baldwin, relishing the low-hanging fruit offered by Twitler, starts right in:
Agony though it may be, I’d like to hang in there for the impeachment hearings, the resignation speech, the farewell helicopter ride to Mara-A-Lago. You know. The Good Stuff. That we’ve all been waiting for.
Looking forward to the Trump Presidential Library. A putting green. Recipes for chocolate cake. A live Twitter feed for visitors to post on. A little black book w the phone numbers of porn stars. You’re in and out in five minutes. Just like…
But I just have too much on my plate, what with doing Mom’s taxes, my taxes, taking care of her Estate matters, clearing out her apartment, helping with my brother after his carotid endarterectomy (wish I could say he’s doing better – but at least some improvement), critter care (didn’t take Nike with on the last trip – was only two nights and way too hectic with cleaning out the apartment), etc., etc.
I know everyone complains about “time-crunch” – but normally my life is NOT this busy. Hope to have things, if not on even keel, at least a much better keel in a week.
But I do know someone who, very soon, is going to have time on his hands – LOTS of time …
