If you want to know how sick we are as a nation, you don’t have to look far these days.
President Trump on Monday offered his most explicit endorsement to date of Roy Moore, the embattled Republican Senate candidate in Alabama who stands accused of making unwanted sexual advances on teenage girls when he was in his 30s.
I am still trying to cope with the event in Charlotteville. I have been quiet on my blog; haven’t said much, haven’t read much. I try to understand what happened and the more I try the more I feel lost.
A giant inflatable of President Trump, in the style of labor unions’ blow up rodents, is greeting Midtown residents and tourists Monday afternoon at Fifth Ave. and 59th St.
A glass of wine
Sitting there wondering
What the future will hold
War comes to my mind
And I shiver.
An interview that is worth reading. It’s not easy to find anything like it in our media these days. We are getting Trumped, by the day, by the hour, almost by the minute. It seems there is not much room left for the rest of the world anymore.
I stopped spitting fire. I am lost for words, I don’t even know what to say anymore.
After Donald Trump deported so many of the workers from farms in the U.S. an enterprising woman named Betsy, in Coral Springs, Florida decided to try one of those difficult farm jobs, that most Americans were not formerly willing to do, just in order to help save the crops.
You cannot trust the American people, especially the poor and the middle class. Those bastards are sneaky and have no shame. They do not just pay for the health insurance premiums, they actually use the insurance. How dare they? *
