President* Trump, In the opening line of the loving-kindness blessing two days ago I referred to you, your GOP props, and the GOP scarcity mongers as diabolical chicken-shits: May we all be safe from diabolical chicken-shits. It’s true that I didn’t think long or hard about it or have to dig deep (obviously) to come … Continue reading Diabolical chick-shits need to be locked in their coops until they are ready to cooperate
President* Trump, I don’t know if there’s some cyclical hormone thing going on – I could probably figure it out if I went back through these letters and marked the days when I told you I was feeling emotional and tearful. Being well past having an obvious monthly cycle, it’s hard to tell. Whatever drives … Continue reading Tears, unlikely boats, and saintly stars
President* Trump, You know the idea that if you don’t have a seat at the table, you can’t participate in decision making and so chances are, your issues won’t be considered if they’re even a smidge outside of the mainstream (let alone inconceivable to the mainstream)? Of course you do – you’ve perfected that strategy, … Continue reading Let’s flip us some tables!