Blatantly un-American. How can Republican members of Congress look around and not come to this conclusion?

Is it simply about riding the Trump train for as long as possible—no matter how detestable the man and the others who populate his inner circle? It regularly precipitates bewilderment and WTF moments of anger, because it makes so little sense.

We’ve all waited long enough for proof that there’s a method to the madness. There is no method, only madness. It’s whatever is self-serving and ego-boosting and somehow satisfying to Trump and the Heritage Foundation. The rest of us don’t matter.

All we get to do is raise our voices, register our disgust, but mostly watch as the country craters a bit every day. The depravity of hypocrites and liars has been left to run its course—slashing programs, firing knowledgeable people and replacing them with imbeciles and sycophants– often one in the same. And on purpose!

The intended decapitation is happening before our eyes, under the auspices of, among other things, fiscal belt-tightening and designer Christianity– a mindlessly skewed rendering of certain Old Testament passages in the Bible. For their purposes, the New Testament doesn’t exist. After all, who needs the specter of Jesus casting his watchful eye over the proceedings? Love doesn’t fit in the Project 2025 equation.

May the November elections go off without a hitch. It’s way past time to awaken and register our discontent, start the process of sending the whole misfit crew packing, so the salvage operation can begin.

The next name change, the next proposed monument, the next dumb thing out of his mouth—maybe we should be looking past these common occurrences to what’s really happening.

We know the MO, we’re aware that we’re dealing with a self-proclaimed deal maker par excellence who lies through his teeth and depends on misdirection to keep us off-balance and distracted.

We know a critical election is approaching and the Trump machinery is going to be whirring and humming and throwing every available wrench into the gears. So watch and listen for hints that the boom is in the process of being lowered—the USPS ruling on mail-in ballots, the prolonged war in Iran or some other event that might serve as some sort of excuse for postponing the elections altogether, a plan for placement of ICE agents or other goons at polling stations, and as yet unannounced road blocks that keep Democrats from voting.

These are the developments Trump and Miller and the rest want us to miss because we’re too busy chasing a squirrel up a tree and wasting our breath and broadcast time and newsprint on the next vanity project or air-headed sound bite from RFK, Jr. or Scott Bessent.

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Deal maker extraordinaire. Everything hinges on the deal.

I’m tired of that word. Anyone else tired of that word, and the one who uses it all the time?

What’s astonishing is that most of us have known people like Donald Trump—the bloviating loudmouth, the insecure and deprived braggart who missed out on parental guidance worth its salt, along with an important developmental step or two. The kind of person who elicits fear and trepidation when we envision a scenario in which he somehow rises to prominence and lets loose with all the pent-up frustration and mismanaged anger.

He has lied his way to the top. He has tapped into a disturbingly large vein of hatred and ignorance, given people permission to stay stuck and stewing in their small worlds. Worst of all, in his own ignorance he has preached someone else’s skewed vision for America, because he is incapable of coherence and developing one on his own.

Dear Donald, not everything can be reduced to the art of the deal. Besides, the art of the deal isn’t exactly art. And life as you envision it is actually more complicated than a series of transactions.

So, fuck off.

We just had an invite to go to church, and I had little desire to do that.

I resent how guilty this makes me feel, but the reality of it is that we hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, it would have been a rush to get ready, and it would have been difficult to concentrate on the service because the kids are young and not that interested and a bit of a distraction.

And the pastor is an older hellfire and brimstone guy who lays down the law and rambles on. I grew tired of that style and that message a long time ago: much scripture quoted, but not much depth, really. The kind of sermon that comes across as power trip, feels more like an assault than an attempt at preaching law and gospel and giving us something to chew on.

The excuses come easy when I guess I’m not convinced anymore that there is anything worth chewing on.

“And all this madness, all this rage, all this flaming death of our civilization and our hopes, has been brought about because a set of official gentlemen, living luxurious lives, mostly stupid, and all without imagination or heart, have chosen that it should occur rather than that any one of them should suffer some infinitesimal rebuff to his country’s pride.” -Bertrand Russell

It’s good to have goals when fighting a war. At least that’s what I’ve been hearing for a while now. I imagine that objectives are important, planning is important, a clear reason for entering a conflict where lives will be on the line is important. Though I suppose the best laid plans can be challenged by a tenacious enemy.

The temptation among some is to immediately go on the offensive, but it has never been clear to me why someone would want to start a war—unless it is a last resort, and intended to force the issue of independence and relief from oppressive rule.

I’m sure there are those who would say that war is a part of life, that war is inevitable, even necessary. I included the quote from Bertrand Russell in a much earlier post, but brought it back here because Russell was referring to the insanity of WWI, the absolute depravity of war in general, along with the often-vacuous, vain, imbecilic and selfish reasons behind fomenting such violence.

Some things, sadly, haven’t changed, and we find ourselves still dealing with conflicts around the world. Our current involvement in Iran weighs heavy on anyone who’s had enough of this nonsense, who may wonder how long it will be until we turn a corner on such primal urges, such costly gaffs.

Apparently, it will be a while yet.

To add insult to injury, Donald Trump and the cast of inept sycophants around him appear to have started a war as a distraction, with no clear objectives and little planning except as it serves Benjamin Netanyahu’s goals.

Trump is one of those official gentlemen of which Mr. Russell spoke– indeed living a luxurious life, mostly stupid, without imagination or heart, thin-skinned, easily offended, and so lacking in decency that he thinks nothing of sending our troops into harm’s way if it helps avert the world’s gaze from his and the Heritage Foundation’s depraved agendas.

Good for Jen Psaki. She didn’t lead with the Lake America drivel. In fact, I’m not sure she mentioned it all, though I didn’t watch until the end of the show. At least it wasn’t Story 1, or even 2.

This is the way media should treat the swill emanating daily from Washington. Just disregard the dumbness and finally focus on the things they don’t want us to be noticing, like election tampering and immigration tactics and monumental grift and the Epstein files and a complete disregard for kitchen table issues.

One if these days, Republicans in Congress will have seen enough. Right?

Right?