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Good evening Widdershins.dont-grope-vote

It’s the last and final debate.  If you are scoring at home, it’s about to be 3 for Hillary and Z-effing-RO for the orange dingleberry.

The Trumpanzee whines about our culture being too politically correct.  He says we should speak more frankly which is shorthand for self-indulgence.  Be careful what you wish for Cheeto crumb.  Let’s see what that would look like.

Donald Trump you are a menace and disgrace to mankind.  Sexual predation was once such an anathema to society it was routinely excised without question by summary execution.  Your lack of character gives us pause to consider whether or not due process for your transgressions should be considered progress.

You have as your guests this evening, Patricia Smith and Malik Obama.  Patricia Smith, in a PC world, would be forgiven as a grieving mother.  In a post-PC world, she’s a vindictive, attention-seeking, mentally-compromised woman who is not Sean Smith’s next of kin.  She has repeatedly contravened her son’s wife who is speaking for herself and their children.

Patricia Smith manufactured her story a full year after the events of which she now complains so loudly.  At one point, she wanted to sell her house in order to launch her son’s ashes into space.  She now gladly sells herself for temporal cruel and imaginary revenge.

Malik Obama merely reminds us that you, Donald Trump, are a racist – a birtherism racist who used and was used by a hate-mongering television network to spread vile discredited garbage.  You are the nominee of a party that sits atop a base of like-minded bigots.  You are a vile, reprehensible creature.hillary-laughing

We have learned at least two things from you Donald Trump.  The first is:  Money doesn’t make you any more sophisticated or learned than a drunk sitting slumped at the end of the bar.  You are a boor, a lout, and intergalacticly ignorant.

The second learning is this:  It’s often said that power corrupts.  That is incorrect.  It’s scientifically proven that power and money only free what was already there.  They merely erase the veneer of impulse control.  So Mr. Trump, you would be the same miserable excuse for a human being if you had nothing at all or really had all the money you claim.  Ironically, that might be the only consistent thing in your entire pathetic life.

I will enjoy your humiliation tonight and your ignominious loss three weeks from now.

And have a nice day.



Good Debateday Widdershins!

Well, the clamorous Yam finally did it.cats-grabbing-trump

Yes, he did.

Insulting veterans didn’t do it.

Disrespecting a Gold Star Family didn’t do it.

Being an equal opportunity bigot and racist didn’t do it.

Being an imbecilic, bird-brained, cretinous moronic pretender as to policy, the military, and foreign affairs didn’t do it.

Being someone who incited violence against a citizen didn’t do it.

Being someone with a homoerotic fascination with Vladimir Putin didn’t do it.

Being someone who is accused of pedophile rape didn’t do it.

Being someone who stiffed workers, tradesmen, subcontractors, and vendors didn’t do it.

Six bankruptcies didn’t do it.trump-ass

Losing $916 Million Dollars didn’t do it.

Being a lewd, profane, sexist, misogynistic swine didn’t do it.

What grabbed the pusillanimous Republicans by their private parts enough to finally move them?  Knowing, without a doubt, the Cheeto-factory reject was doomed to failure one month from now with a certain, historic loss to our gal Hillary.  At long last, that knowledge was what gave certain Republicans pause to reconsider their support of a man who brags of white male privilege so ubiquitous and mundane as to allow carte blanche sexual assault of women.

There should no longer be even a scintilla of doubt that the Republican Party is now populated by a near majority of craven, sexist, racist, poltroons unworthy of consideration in the public square.  The one person sent out to speak on Trump’s behalf?  A man who informed one of his three wives on television their marriage was over.hillary-party

One personal note to my Widdershin friends:  On many progressive sites the brush painting all males, including those of us of the “librul” bent, is quite broad.  The accusation is that all men, even those of us who are feminists, are guilty of such abhorrent talk about women.

Without fear of contradiction – I have been on sports teams in high school, fraternities, graduate schools, male dominated law firms, and more bars than there are stars in the sky and I have NEVER heard anyone, friend or foe, speak of women like Trump did in that video recording.  NEVER.

I wanted to say thank you for not painting all of us with such a broad brush.  As with many things, Widdershins are exceptional.

With that, let’s enjoy Hillary’s victory tonight!


Good morning Widdershins.personal-privilege

Please indulge me as I invoke the little known, hidden caveat of “Poster Privilege.”  I promise to be as non-prolix as possible.

Early in my career I traded upon my Political Science degree and my political connections to actually work in politics.  I’ve run local, state, and U.S. Senate campaigns.  In every campaign I had two guiding principles.

The first principle was, “Good government is good politics.”  This is where the wonkiness meets the road.  It never failed.

The second principle was, “Every campaign is a teaching opportunity.  Treat it as such.”  Humans are rational beings for the most part.  Teach the issues and propose solutions.  Humans will vote accordingly.  It always worked.

It took me a dozen sentences, but it is this second principle upon which I want to focus.  It is my humble opinion that the media, in its lazy quest to spin false equivalencies, has normalized the Trumpanzee.  Normalized him just as you would an embarrassing uncle at Thanksgiving – “Yeah, he’s kinda crazy acting, but he says really funny stuff.  Just watch.”

The normalization of this herpetic orange phlegm has worked to make him a “crazy uncle” type of candidate.  He’s crazy acting, he says funny stuff, so let’s watch.  When criticism comes, it is criticism based upon this “crazy uncle” type normalization.  It is criticism based upon the clamorous Yam being a first time candidate – so he makes mistakes.  He makes so many mistakes they are like cross town buses, another one will be along in 15 minutes — pay no attention.

My simple point is this:  Donald Trump is not just a normal bad candidate.  Donald Trump is a bad man.

Analogizing to teaching, let’s say you heard your child’s teacher was a serial liar?  What if your child’s teacher had been caught stealing from a school charity?  What if the teacher fat shamed other teachers?  What if the teacher trafficked in racial stereotypes?  What if the teacher ran with an unsavory crowd of proven law breakers?

What if the teacher taught it was smart to be shallow?  What if he/she taught money gives you the right to demean those of lesser means?  What if the teacher objectified girls in his/her class?  What if this person could never, even when confronted with his/her lies, never apologize?  What if this teacher lacked the disciple or attention span to prepare for his/her classes?

If any of us were charged with the welfare of a child and that child faced just one of these scenarios, we would move heaven and earth to protect that child.hillary-at-debate

There are 73 million children in the United States.  In a political sense, they face not one of these scenarios, but all ten.  If only the media felt it had an obligation to the truth, to the future, and to these children.

These children will owe a debt of enduring lifelong gratitude, as we all will, to Hillary for protecting us from this abomination.  Of one thing I am sure:  In any village where child rearing is a priority, the village idiot is never elected to lead.

With that I cede my personal privilege and ask, “What’s on your mind today?”


Good afternoon Widdershins.

It’s a great day in Hillary World.  Hillary looked great wearing red.  As Sady Doyle tweeted, “I see Hillary has come dressed in the blood of men who have underestimated her.”

The clamoring Yam told us he was smart just like Billy Madison because he doesn’t pay taxes.

Time and again, the orange hemorrhoid of know-nothingness told us just like Daffy Duck he was rich.

Just like Mike Donnelly from Black Sheep, although Mango Mongo wanted to score some votes, he found himself in an uncontrollable freefall of lies, fantasy, and suspicious sniffing.


I’m sure there were fact checkers having breakdowns last night.  Here is a wonderful fact-checked transcript by NPR.  As I was reviewing it, the most amazing factoid is this:

Trump lied about having a fact checker actively fact-checking on his website last night!

You read that right.  Trump lied about fact-checking!  Beat that would if you can.

Well, the Opinion Pages of The New York Times did.  The following comes directly from their work.  The “he,” of course, is the Trumpaloupe in all his bitter orangeness.

He lied about the loan his father once gave him.
He lied about his company’s bankruptcies.
He lied about his federal financial-disclosure forms.
He lied about his endorsements.
He lied about “stop and frisk.”
He lied about “birtherism.”
He lied about New York.
He lied about Michigan and Ohio.
He lied about Palm Beach, Fla.
He lied about Janet Yellen and the Federal Reserve.
He lied about the trade deficit.
He lied about Hillary Clinton’s tax plan.
He lied about her child-care plan.
He lied about China devaluing its currency.
He lied about Mexico having the world’s largest factories.
He lied about the United States’s nuclear arsenal.
He lied about NATO’s budget.
He lied about NATO’s terrorism policy.
He lied about ISIS.
He lied about his past position on the Iraq War.
He lied about his past position on the national debt.
He lied about his past position on climate change.
He lied about calling pregnancy an “inconvenience” for employers.
He lied about calling women “pigs.”
He lied about calling women “dogs.”
He lied about calling women “slobs.”


Here are two of the best lines our gal Hillary used on the renegade Cheeto:

 “You criticize me for preparing for this debate,” she said. “And yes, I did. Do you know what else I prepared for? I also prepared to be president.”


“Well, as soon as he travels to 112 countries and negotiates a peace deal, a cease-fire, a release of dissidents, an opening of new opportunity in nations around the world, or even spends 11 hours testifying in front of a congressional committee, he can talk to me about stamina.”


It seems apparent that just like Icarus and Ron Burgundy, the clamoring Yam has flown too close to the sun.  His tired desultory lounge act of Don Rickles insults is melting away just like Icarus’s wings.  What’s left is a sad, little man who is dangerously close to the wrong side of the sociopathic spectrum.  The ride up was fun.  The fall is gonna hurt.


Just like Ron Burgundy, stay classy Donnie J.

What’s on your mind today?


Good evening Widdershins.

It’s here.  The night has come.  It’s “THE DEBATE” in all its jittery-goodness.



For you history buffs, this, to the day, is the 56th anniversary of the first Kennedy/Nixon debate in 1960.  Prior to tonight, it had been the most consequential debate.  Most folks feel the consequences of tonight are far more important.  An orange hemorrhoid of know-nothingness versus the most qualified person to ever run for President.  What could go wrong?

For months people have been navel gazing about tonight.  My navel and I claim no special knowledge, but when has that stopped either of us?  So here is my best guess.

Dumbbell Nebula

Dumbbell Nebula

The traffic cone wearing a kangaroo scrotum is possessed of one thing – an ego slightly larger than the Dumbbell Nebula (it’s an actual thing).

The orange creamsicle made a solemn promise to the hordes of adoring troglodytes who now revel in being called “deplorable”.  That promise:  I will destroy Hillary Clinton in the debates.

No matter how much Chatty Kellyanne has pleaded will stop him from being who and what he is.  The Manhattan Meerkat will not be able to contain himself.  Roger Ailes and Steve Bannon will have filled him with pithy barbs and one-liners.  They will spill out throughout the evening, but filling ninety minutes with that stuff is a bad Las Vegas lounge act, not a presidential debate.

But the bile in his little, tiny fingers will gradually build up.  He can’t tweet to flush that bile away.  The bile will breach the walls of his brain at about the 45 minute mark.  He can’t face his “adoring crowds” without a supposed victory dripping with tweenager insults.  It was the one thing in the primary he promised to do.  That IOU has now come due.  It will be his downfall.

Knowing Hillary, she will have Windex and a roll of paper towels at the ready to clean the camera lens after the clamoring yam explodes.


So sit back and let’s watch our gal Hillary wipe the floor with the itty-bitty tiny-fingered  au naturale hazmat suit.  I’m anxiously awaiting your comments.


Good morning Widdershins.  We were up late last night watching BerningBum reenact the Airing of Grievances.  You couldn’t see the Festivus Pole since it’s obviously what’s causing his Bum to Bern.Democratic U.S. presidential candidate Clinton listens to Sanders speak during a Democratic debate in New York

Our gal was glorious last night.  In the face of ill-mannered BernieBros and a wind gusting to 50 mph courtesy of the wiggle-waggle of Bernie’s digit, Hillary appropriately schooled the Bernout Sandcrab for whom time stopped in 1968.

There were times when his face was so red it was the color of the Square he so enjoyed on his honeymoon to Moscow.  As he repeatedly pointed out, the Democratic Party is just a means to an end, no need to raise money to help other candidates beyond signing his name to a letter, but he did sign his whole name!

Something along the lines of my Wednesday post became very apparent last night.  Bernie is more than just the other side of the coin/slug from Donald Trump; there are issues where he and the Orange-utan are simpatico.  When it comes to NATO – there’s not much of a difference between the two.  When it comes to infrastructure or trade or social security, they are two peas in a smelly pod.  And a big one last night, there is little sunlight between them as they survey the Middle East.

Hillary on the other hand is a realist.  She understands indubitably, “It’s not about revolution, it is about solutions,” and “Describing the problem is a lot easier than trying to solve it.”

Distainful BernieAnd if y’all will allow me a moment of personal preference, I do believe Bernie bumped his head the last time he became intimate with a maple tree.  If he sees himself beating anyone short of Satan in a general election his enlarged prostate is interfering with his depth perception.

For the past twenty-five years, Hillary has been the most investigated human on the planet.  There is no one who doesn’t know her or have an opinion of her.  And with all of that, she has been one of the most admired women on Earth.  This notoriety and respect despite every conservative and their dog having implicated her in some kind of conspiracy theory.

Then there’s Bernie.  Barely known on the national stage, he is someone who hasn’t had the first negative ad run against him.  If Frank Luntz and Karl Rove could convince America that John Kerry’s Purple Hearts didn’t exist, what do you think they could do to Bernie?   He would be demolished, eviscerated; there wouldn’t even be a greasy spot left.Bernie Red

I read this article last week.  It is one of the best to explain the benefits and beauty of living in a socialist country.  Sweden seems like a great place to live, but trouble is – Sweden doesn’t just have an income tax, it also has a value added tax (sales tax) of 25%.  There is a graduated reductive scale for things like food and health care, but on the whole, you are paying a quarter in tax for every dollar spent plus an income tax.

Just for a moment, imagine what Luntz or Rove would do to Bernie with that.  As my grandpa said, “You’d have to leave him in the smokehouse for a week and then tie a pork chop around his neck to even get the yellow dogs interested.”  And those are yellow dog Democrats.

What’s on your mind this morning?



Blood, Sweat & Tears released Spinning Wheel in 1969.  Bernie Sanders climbed up on his painted pony last night and reprised the hit in a stunning redux of BS sans the T.

Have you seen Bernie?

Have you seen Bernie?

Bernie forgets that “revolution” also means spinning round and round in circles.  If, like BS&T, you have the benefit of proper psychedelic assistance, spinning becomes a beautiful thing.  In politics it’s not.

Radical revolution means tipping off your axis – creating havoc, losing your way, falling out of sync with your orbit.  With a well-meaning heart and eyes fully scrunched shut as he dreams of another day, radical spinning seems to be Bernie’s goal.

Bernie’s curmudgeonly naiveté seems hell-bent on destroying the Democratic Party for a generation, but why should he care – he only signed up three minutes ago.  After more than 20 campaigns where he deigned the Democrat label as somehow impugning his credibility, Bernie searched his soul, screwed up his courage, and bravely checked boxes on forms at the Federal Election Commission.  Voila he’s a Democrat.

This conjures several observations:

(1) Is Bernie a progressive or just a pragmatist borrowing a label for the sake of expediency?

(2) Could the pragmatism of checking the “Democrat boxes” on the F.E.C. forms have something to do with access to the DNC voter and contributor rolls for fundraising?

(3) Bernie Sanders’ behavior in demanding debates, their locations, and criticizing the DNC is like inviting a guest to dinner and having that guest criticize the timing, the food, and the place setting?  That is not a guest – that is the dinner party scene from Beetlejuice with someone who is possessed by something other than clear-headed thinking.

Funny, he looked like Larry David...

Funny, he looked like Larry David…

When it comes to the banking fubar, here are a few thoughts.  Bernie’s banking proposal is 4 pages long – a whole three pages more than one page.  Those four pages represent little more than a call for the reinstatement of Glass-Steagall.  Great – that’s something anyone who has read a newspaper in the last seven years can smugly proclaim at a dinner party.

Would Glass-Steagall have stopped the 2008 crash?  No, not in the least.

Without going into detail, the 2008 crash was occasioned by the shadow banks – the money-market funds, hedge funds, private equity funds, and broker-dealers – that are one self-fulfilling panic away from causing another run on the banks.  Bernie’s call for the reinstatement of Glass-Steagall has not a thing to do with shadow banking.  Hillary’s plan, as endorsed by Paul Krugman and other reform-minded economists, does – it reins them in.

A few thoughts tangentially related to the banks regarding speaking fees.  First, hundreds of thousands of dollars for a speech is hard to fathom for those of us who regularly go “change diving” in our sofa cushions.  Second, the egos of Wall Street CEOs, which happen to be slightly larger than Montana, require an ever-escalating competition with one another to land the biggest talking fish for paid speeches.  Don’t ask me why, but it is a weird zipper-less competition of my “speaker” is bigger than yours.

Why is the competition so fierce?  Because the competition doesn’t cost them a thing courtesy of tax loopholes allowing them to deduct every last cent of the fees.Greenspan

And one more thing I want to make crystalline:  I don’t care if I ever again hear Mrs. Alan Greenspan feign breathless, stunned stupefaction about speaking fees.  Someone, I don’t know who it will be, needs to call Andrea Mitchell out on the fact her husband has wallowed at the trough of speaking fees, even grunting and snorting for the shadow bank precipitating the 2008 crash:

Alan Greenspan, $250,000 per speech: Former Chairman of the Federal Reserve Alan Greenspan has been able to bring in the bucks since retiring through giving speeches. Only a week after his retirement, Greenspan spoke at a Lehman Brothers dinner, earning himself $250,000.

Andrea Mitchell – suck it!  Since you drag Bill into every Hillary story as fair game, take your bileful Clinton hate and go crawl into bed with your quarter-million dollar talking prune who, by the way, repeatedly ignored the ever-increasing signs of the 2008 crash during his tenure.

One last thought about last night:  Bernie and his day-care tenders, a Tad Deviant (Tad Devine) and Jeff Weevil (Jeff Weaver) are strategically betting primary voters won’t care about foreign policy and the role of Commander-in-Chief.  No one knows who, or even if, Bernie has talked to anyone about foreign policy.  Even those who are supposedly Bernie’s advisors don’t know how their names got there.

“Apparently I had a conversation with him last August,” said Tamara Cofman Wittes, a Brookings Institution Middle East scholar, after checking her calendar upon hearing that her name was on a list of people the Sanders campaign said he had consulted in recent months. “My vague recollection is that it was about [the Islamic State] but I don’t really remember any of the details.” Wittes added that she backs Clinton.

“I don’t know how I got on Bernie Sanders’ list,” said Ray Takeyh, an Iran scholar at the Council on Foreign Relations who says he spoke to Sanders once or twice about the Iran nuclear deal at Sanders’ request in mid-2015.

Vampire Squid (1)This is something of which I’m sure – Karl Rove, the Brothers Koch, and dozens of other billionaires funding the Right’s vampire squid of dark-monied creations do care about foreign policy.  Have no doubt; they are paying close attention to this primary.

Last night wasn’t about revolution.  It was about spinning the wheels deeper and deeper into the mud of political gridlock. Bernie’s angry outbursts will feed the dark-monied vampire squid through the fall election.  Be assured, we will hear his outbursts again.  But why would Bernie care – he won’t have to defend against them.  Hillary will.


Have a great Friday.  Feel free to take this conversation in any direction you might deem appropriate.  And if appropriateness doesn’t do it for you, just have fun.


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