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Fear and Loathing in American Government and Politics: Things That Go Trump in the Night.

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Cartoons, Current Events, Politics – Municipal, National, International, Video

Today, the moron-in-chief says that Melania has grown to know Kim very well. Fact is she had never even met the thug. The WH spin is that the moron-in-chief shares his dealings with Kim and others with his wife and that is how he was able to lie that Melania knows Kim quite well. This is just bullshit and the spin doesn’t matter because (a) his base doesn’t care about his lies, and (b) people who oppose the moron-in-chief don’t believe a word of what he says anyway.

John Kasich said in a back-and-forth on CNN, that Americans cannot allow this type of shit to become the new normal. I got sad news for him: it’s too late.

Sadly, I have grown to actually despise the moron-in-chief: the sound of his voice, that fucking face, his ill-tailored and ill-fitting suits, his penguin-like stance, his being short on brains and long on ties, the toilet paper attached to his shoe, his complete lack of any semblance of both integrity and sense of humour, his useless trade war, his not showing up at a G-7 climate change round table and then lying about why he wasn’t there – he said that his meeting with India’s Modi and the German Chancellor, Angela Merkel, went on too long when in fact both leaders – Modi and Merkel – were shown to be at said round table – his selling the presidency and using it to do business in the hopes that he can make some scratch, his disgustingly sexist lifestyle and so on.

It is beyond me that people can be as ignorant, woefully uninformed, so undignified, believing anything that the moron-in-chief spews at them and labelling anything that doesn’t cast their leader in a positive light as fake.

I saw one of the deplorables being interviewed and being confronted with the fact that Trump had said that he could shoot someone on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan and “still not lose any voters”. She argued that he never had said that and when told that there was video of his statement, she proceeded to call that “fake”. It was enough to make me feel like puking, actually. Ignorance pervades the American population more than I thought possible in this day and age, and this uninformed and completely unenlightened orientation can be seen as a partial result of the poor shape of the American educational system as a whole.

In whose interests is a poorly educated populace? In the interests of the “one percents”. I use that term as a means of “saving words and time” and I mean that, unlike when the moron-in-chief rationalized his calling Tim Cook, “Tim Apple”. As some have said we all make mistakes and misspeak at times. Why not just admit that you made a mistake rather than lying about it as Trump did? By trying to mislead people with his lies, he turned a non-event into a news story. What a foolish man he is, stupid as the day is long. Left?

Back to corporate greed, the “one percent”. It is in their interests to see people divided and fighting with each other rather than confronting their real enemies, that same “one percent”. A poorly educated and desperate citizenry are just too uninformed to be able to see the truth and too uneducated to gain the perspective that comes with education starting in high school and proceeding through college and university and as I understand it, there is a difference between those two terms. Colleges do not offer degrees beyond the Bachelors’ level, while universities offer MA’s, MBA’s, MSc’s as well as courses of study leading to professions like medicine.

Steve Sack / Minneapolis Star Tribune

Supporters of the moron-in-chief, for the most part, are part and parcel of what Hillary Clinton classified as a “basket of deplorables” and that’s putting it mildly. There is no chance that his base will ever think or say ill of him so don’t waste your energy trying to reason with them. You’re wasting your breath and you have much better things to do with your precious time.

Some Serious Shit

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Uncategorized

An updated previously posted JL from Canadian Jerry / 🇨🇦 j

This guy’s name is Andy Zee and he’s really got it going on. In this twelve minute interview with Cenk Igyur from the Young Turks (TYT), he talks revolution, really and truly. For more information, check out Andy Zee; Revolution Books; and Refusefascism.org. People have asked me what can be done. Well, here’s something to think about. This guy must know that he’s putting his life on the line by saying some of this stuff, and rest assured, if things looked like they were coming to a head, he and people like him would be in the sights of representatives of the “powers that be”. Things are getting ridiculous. It may be time to fight the power that be.
Seriously, folks.

Here and There Juice. [04/20/2019]

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Cartoons, Current Events, Politics – Municipal, National, International

Surely William Barr knew that the Mueller Report would eventually be available for all the world to see. Why then would he cover certain details up unless his arrogance allowed him to somehow draw the conclusion that people would either be unwilling or unable to decipher things for themselves?

An example that comes to mind is the interaction between the moron-in-chief and now no longer WH counsel, McGhan, which apparently involved the latter being told by the former to get Mueller fired and telling him over the phone to have the then AG, Jeff Sessions, do the dirty. Somehow this obvious attempt by the moron-in-chief got lost in the shuffle and was not even alluded to or mentioned in Barr’s four-page summary of the Report. As a matter of fact, by refusing to do the moron-in-chief’s bidding in this case, McGhan may have saved the moron-in-chief’s presidency. To pursue this issue a bit further, it seems that this “endeavour” by the moron-in-chief, to some, is tantamount to actually committing the offence – either it is or it isn’t. It can’t be both.

It’s really hard to believe what’s going on in the United States what with a totally reprehensible and completely immoral character in charge of the executive branch of the American government. This moron, whom I call mic – moron-in-chief – recently stated that we should get rid of the judges, whose task it is to interpret the law.
Wouldn’t that be nice, eh? No third branch of government and certainly less of a check on presidential power. The mic would love this. What’s next, get rid of the legislature too. That would leave only the executive with the mic-in-chief at its apex bring free to do what he wants with no legislative or judicial restraint on his power. Wouldn’t that be nice.
Actually, there’s so much hate in the United States – Democrats vs. GOP, Anti-mic vs. Pro-mic and I may be contributing to this hate with use of the term “mic” – that it’s hard to objectively decide what’s fact and what’s fiction, what’s right and what’s wrong. Maybe we should all just sit back, take a deep breath or two, and relax. Personally, I find this difficult to do in the face of that’s all that’s transpired over the last two or so years. There’s sure been a lot of lying going on, with the mic engineering a good part of this.

I happen to count as two real friends plus one FB “friend” who are supporters of the moron-in-chief. Try as I might to get these guys to admit something as obvious as that the mic is a liar, it seems that all they got with which to come back is “Obama … this, Hillary … that, infanticide this, Vince Foster that … “. They don’t have a way of defending the mic so all they do is go back to the past to attack previous people in power specifically and the Democrats in general. In discussions, I have admitted that I wasn’t a supporter of Hillary Clinton because I don’t find her honest or trustworthy but heaven forbid that these guys admit that the mic’s not infallible.

Oh yes, just one more thing. Happy 4/20 which doesn’t seem to have the same ring to it as it did prior to legalization. Social change comes quite slowly. Wait for it.

That’s all I got except to wish everyone who celebrates Happy Easter, Chag Sameach and what remains of Shabbat Shalom.

Economics Juice; Trade on the Loose.

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Cartoons, Current Events, Economics, Photos, Politics – Municipal, National, International

Trump is claiming that the 4.1% growth in the USA’s GDP for the most recent quarter (3 months) is at the highest level in decades. To be honest, I don’t remember his exact words but he is contending that this 4.1% increase is the largest in a long time … He talks in terms of dollars and cents, winning and losing, but countries are not businesses and should not be administered as such… It’s Trump’s tariff time. It’s just a waste of time… when we buy a good or service from the United States, this is a Canadian import because money is exiting Canada to purchase that import. Alternately, when Americans buy goods and/or services from Canada, the cost of these goods go into the Canadian export column because money is coming into our country … Other countries have reacted to the American imposition of tariffs with tariffs of their own on American exports to their country, like on soybeans which will hurt American farmers just like Harley Davidson …

England Juice

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Autobiographical, Lyrics/Music, Photos, Video

Just thinking about England while watching a football game on television between Brighton and Hove Albion and Huddersfield, being played in Falmer, Sussex.
Below : American Express Community Stadium in Farmer, Sussex, home pitch of BHA. That new and beautiful pitch is located in Falmer, equidistant between Brighton on the east and Lewes, very close to Sussex University, where I earned my Masters in International Relations between 1969 and 1972, way back when, around 45 years ago, now.

I used to live in Brighton, first, and then in Hove, a part of my life I enjoy thinking about as my salad days. We had a gas, my girlfriend, Donna and my friend, Lorne, as well as other characters we encountered on our journeys.
Below: Brighton, Sussex, England.

One of the latter was a classic, “Paul” to the straight world, “Sebastian” to his buds and all the Hippies around in those days. He was homeless, relying on his friends, of which there were more of than a few, to provide shelter to this cashless guy, with his copy of the album “Mirror Man “ by Captain Beefheart** under his arm, and his Alsatian (German Shepherd) by his side. Like him, dog carried a dual aperture. She was “Hash” to the freaks and “Tessa” to those with, shall we say, more conventional views, including cops.
Below : Captain Beefheart – Don Glen Vliet – and album cover. Paul was hardly ever without this album under his arm.

Cops couldn’t simply approach Sebastian to search him. They tried once and Hash bit that guy, breaking his arm. To call her off, Mr. Sebastian simply said “Hash”, firmly, from some place deep inside this remarkable gentle man whom I grew to love. When the dog was with Paul, all the time in other words, they had to lay back and he was safe. Never got busted as far as I know.

Actually, one of the highlights of my 1982 visit to England was locating this guy and hanging out. The last time I was in Brighton, in the “summer” of 2013, I wasn’t that lucky. Couldn’t find Sebastian even though I went to check out our old haunts, pubs, mostly, as well as putting an ad in the local “Evening Argus” newspaper. Too fucking bad. Hope he’s still living. Some of my British friends have since died, most from from lung cancer and I am convinced it’s from all that tobacco we used to smoke – chain smoking straights except for me who didn’t smoke straights while stoned – I recall one time, somewhere in the world, when not stoned, I lit up a straight and the person I was with mentioned that he didn’t know that I even smoked cigarettes which I happened to not do when buzzed, for some reason..

That and the fact that we constructed spliffs rather than simple joints, the former containing the tobacco from a single cigarette plus hash of course.

We used to use three skins – cigarette papers, Rizzla, I think, and stick two together on one side with a third skin perpendicular affixed to the other two. Then we used open up an entire smoke by licking the seam, breaking the filter, and pulling it down, along the wet seam, and emptying an entire straight into it. Then the hash and roll, add a filter of at least 1/4 inch wide and voila, an English spliff. Some of us used to put the filter in prior to rolling it up.

We used to suck this concoction rather than puff on it if we really wanted a strong stone, similar to how chillums. Imagine what that did to the lungs.

Now back to my story :
One time, Paul was crashing at our place, in Hove – we could actually see the English Channel/La Manche – from our living room window as well as from the window of the room which Sebastian was occupying that morning.

So I enter the room, take two steps in the dark, and immediately hear a low-throated growl emanating from Hash, the dog. Fortunately, that’s all it was, rather than something more painful than the fear I felt for the few seconds it took for me to escape from that room and quickly closing it the in my wake. I believe that that huge Alsatian had scented me out, and recognized me as a friend to Master Sebastian. Otherwise my unannounced foray into that dark room would have resulted in something worse than that growl, which I imagine I can still conjure up, exactly, after all these years.

I remember Sebastian, Hash and I going up to London

in a small car with little money and less gas. This is how it was on this trip of around 50 miles/80 km. We’d get to the beginning of a downhill slope or hill, turn off the ignition, and glide down the hill. Upon reaching the “end of the road”, as it were, we would then turn on the engine and use it to get us to the next downhill portion of the motorway. So it was use the engine, turn it off, turn it on and repeat.

One more interesting tidbit is that I purchased a car while over the ocean. It was a 1958 Austin A-35 and you actually had to crank it from outside the front of the car to get it started. That wasn’t the same car as the above-mentioned vehicle Sebastian, Hash, and I used on that incredible “ride” to London.

Below: Stock photo of the A-35. Look very closely and you can see the hole in the bumper, right in the middle, where the crank is attached.

I paid a measly seven quid for it, less than $20 at the time so I wasn’t risking much cash. Don’t remember getting insurance for it. It was fun to use and ran fairly adequately in the few months I owned it. Only problem was the fact that I had to drive on the left side of the road, to which I wasn’t at all used. At times, turning left found me on the wrong side of the median, but I used to drive completely focussed so that I handled those turns a very high percentage of the time. It was black, by the way.

Sebastian was a generous man, who gave what and when he could to his freaky friends who had helped him out. One morning, upon waking up and heading down the 69 stairs to the street – beautiful flat which exhausted the less in shape among us at the time, at least the sixty-nine steps did – and opening the front door, and low and behold, raw fish wrapped in newspaper, a few pounds if it was an ounce. From Paul, – fell off a truck – cod, I believe it was.

That’s pretty much all I’ve got to say,
Today, Christians attend Church and pray,
So have good days tomorrow and today
May all your cares and worries go away
Just like the Habs’ chances for a playoff foray.

Ok, Ken?

**Legend has it that the Captain, a Frank Zappa-like character. or maybe it’s the other way round – went to live a solitary life in a California desert until he forgot how to speak English. Provided that he relearned it on his return to civilization, I find that very cool.

Below: “That guy…”

Just had a horrible experience with this man. He’s the brother of one of the owners – she and her hubby – and he drove me to the Harley dealership in North Charleston to collect some clothes to take home when I head back to good old Montréal. We also went to a buffet to pick up some Chinese for us although that wasn’t intended at the time. At first I thought I wouldn’t mind spending time with this guy who I’ve know for six years eating at the restaurant but decided, because I knew that, right here, right now, I didn’t want to spend any longer than necessary with the guy, I decided to ask him if it was ok if we put the food in boxes – including food for my hosts – after hmming and hawing and generally being obnoxious, he asked me why I didn’t want to eat at the restaurant and I surprised myself by giving him an honest answer in this context rather than simply making something up – that he was acting obnoxiously and I felt that I wanted to spend as short a time as possible with him at that moment.

Suffice to say, after collecting and paying for the food, things got a lot worse on the 30 or so minute ride from China Buffet to the house where I’m staying. In the end, I was almost physically sick; this was my first conflict since hitting the road in late January. Good and bad. Anyway, on getting back, I simply begged off and have been recovering on my bed. Unfortunately, I’m hungry – all I’ve eaten today and it’s now just after five in the afternoon, is one-half of a left-over Big Mac which means I’m gonna have to head downstairs and interact with this obnoxious man once more; hopefully it’ll be alright. If he starts acting up again I’ll either head back upstairs or clock him. Actually in the car on the way home, I told him that if I was feeling better and it wasn’t raining that I would get out of the car and cab it home. His response: If you were healthier, I’d “beat the crap out of you”. Very nice. What an asshole this guy can be. I apologized for calling him obnoxious, and he, obnoxiously, didn’t accept my apology and when I mentioned that to him, he said that I was “putting words into my (his) mouth”.

Peace and Love

Racist Juice; Trump-sky

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Cartoons, Current Events, Photos, Politics – Municipal, National, International

What’s on my mind is Greg, a born and bred Virginian, whom I met this aft in Charleston, SC. He’s a Trump supporter to the end and won’t desert him, no matter what … The guy stated that he hates niggers – his word – and when I asked him if he classified himself as a racist, he answered in the affirmative, keeping his voice down because Bonita, a black friend of mine, was close enough to hear … What does Trump want? I am firmly convinced that he could, he would subvert the entire system of government and become a dictator …

Down To Earth, Honest Juice

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Photos, Sports news

So Tiger’s in contention at the Arnold Palmer Invitational PGA Tourney at Bayhill, in Orlando … Like many who follow the game, I find myself pulling for Woods to the extent that I lose interest when the camera follows other golfers … Even the crowds out on the course on Saturday were totally immersed in Woods’ progress back to prominence after a fourth back surgery and his cheating ways. He is a divorced father of two kids, Charlie and Sam, who are apparently old enough now to understand what their father has done and can, apparently, still do … There was a time that I was angry at Mr. Woods for depriving me and millions of others of the chance to see golf history unfolding in front of our incredulous eyes because he cheated on his wife …

Florida Orange Juice

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Live to Ride. Ride to Live., Photos, Sports news

Nice home. Front and back views of a Bialik alumnus’ classy place shared with his wife and two kids. There are alligators in the man-made lake in the back of the property. Otherwise, it’s swimmable. So if you ain’t afraid of gators, dive right in … I’ve been on the road for over five weeks at the moment, first landing in Charleston and picking up my trike … Willie, who in his own words when we last saw each other, is 83 1/2, still rides … My plan is the following. I will leave Miami tomorrow morning, planning to spend the next two days in Punta Gorda, just north of Port Charlotte …

Very Unfortunate Juice f. Kelly, Porter and Trump.

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Music, Photos, Politics – Municipal, National, International, Video

Let’s have a parade for fuck sake. Why not call it treason. Why not. But he’s only joking says the WH ….
White House staff secretary Rob Porter, a top aide to President Donald Trump, has resigned, the White House confirmed Wednesday, following allegations of abuse from his two ex-wives …
“Rob Porter is a man of true integrity and honor and I can’t say enough good things about him. He is a friend, a confidante and a trusted professional. I am proud to serve alongside him,” Kelly said in a statement.

Stock Market Juice [02/05/2018]

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Economics, Lyrics/Music

The Dow dropped a total of 1175.21 points today in heavy trading. This is the biggest single day drop IN HISTORY. Trump was trumpeting the fact that the market was setting all kinds of records and took plenty of credit for this when it had little to do with his actions, or with those of any other human. The economy has a mind of its own.

The Business Cycle

The Business Cycle goes through periods of expansion/inflation, recession, troughs and peaks. The Federal Reserve regulates open market operations by which government bonds are bought or sold in order to respectively increase or decrease the money supply. In other words, when the Federal Reserve decides to buy bonds from individual consumers, businesses and corporate entities, it is attempting to put money in people’s’ pockets to help combat a real or anticipated recession.

Alternately, during periods of inflation, in order to curb the money supply, the Reserve, the equivalent of our Bank of Canada, will sell bonds, thus taking money out of peoples’ pockets. In this situation, people exchange money for government bonds.

The Reserve and the BOC (Bank of Canada) also use interest rates to control the money supply. During periods of expansion during the Business Cycle, the Bank Rate will be raised while during periods of economic contraction, the Bank Rate (BR) will be lowered, making it more attractive to borrow and spend money, thus assisting in economic expansion.

A third way the Reserve and the BOC operate to control the money supply is through a policy of moral suasion.

The government itself, through its spending and taxation policies also operates as an economic regulator. Increased taxation coupled with decreased government spending would be the methodology used to combat inflation and decreased taxation coupled with increased spending would be introduced to fight recession.

Even with all this, the ups and downs of the Business Cycle march on. All the government and the Reserve/ BOC can accomplish is to attempt to ensure that the ups and downs are less severe than they would be in the absence of government intervention in the economy.

Trump is an idiot to take credit for a good economy or, by the same token, to take the blame for what has happened to the Stock Market in the last three or four sessions. But the moron obviously doesn’t see it that way which means he can be blamed for the LARGEST POINT DROP for the Dow in HISTORY, if he has taken credit for the Market’s positive performance since the 2016 presidential election, which he definitely has.

Just to repeat, the economy moves in cycles. Intervention can be used to even out the ups and downs. However, they cannot be eliminated. Eat shit, Moron-In-Chief.

Inflation is an economic situation where too much money is chasing too few goods which drives prices up due to the laws of supply and demand. In this case, demand for goods bids up prices causing increased inflation, rising prices with the result that the purchasing power of the money falls.

Recession results from an antithetical scenario, in which there is not enough money around which causes prices to either rise less quickly, stabilize or fall. Less demand results in increased rates of unemployment, so characteristic of recessionary periods in the Business Cycle.

That’s all folks.

Peace out.

Bike Juice

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Autobiographical, Live to Ride. Ride to Live., Photos

Due to the fact that my hands don’t work normally,certain modifications have been made to my bike.

Explanation of Modifications Made To HD Trike (2011), 103 cu in/1690 cc

It is a Harley trike, 2011. I bought it second hand in the summer of 2014 but didn’t take possession until later in September as it took about 10 weeks for the modifications to be done. In fact, this is the beginning of the fourth year of my ride in this life. When I got the bike which had had one owner prior to my buying it, it had around 24,000 km. (15,000 miles) on it. Now the odometer is approaching 73,000 km., the equivalent of 45,625 miles. I am averaging about 16,000 km. a year, which is 10,000 miles.

I don’t know whether that’s a lot of mileage annually averaged, or not, given the fact that in 2015 and this year, 2018, I have ridden and plan on riding essentially all year round. In 2015, I shipped my bike down from Montreal to Charleston, SC, in mid-January. I then drove down in my Cadillac ATS, stored the car, and took off on my bike.

That time I ended up in Tampa where I stayed for about three weeks, hanging out, riding, discovering the area, meeting people, seeing the Lightning hockey games, some against the Canadiens. How well I remember the Habs being taken out in the playoffs by the talented Tampa Bay squad in six games. I remember one goal in particular in one of the two games that the Canadiens won – one win at home and one win which I was at in Tampa – scored by Max Pacioretty. A beautiful shot.

I also took in some Grapefruit League baseball, spring training time. I went to Lakeland and saw the Tigers and to George Steinbrenner Field either in or very close to Tampa, can’t recall, to see a game the Yankees were playing. I also drove to Dunedin, to see a Jays pre-season game but got so fed up trying to find a place to park my bike that I turned around and went straight back home, to Tampa that is, not to Munt-real, where it’s really too cold to drive a bike in winter.

I also went to Tropicana Field,

in St. Petersburg, across a 14 mile bridge from Tampa, to see a Tampa Rays Grapefruit League game . I had a handicapped parking vignette on my motorcycle but it had expired about a month prior to my going to that game. Fuckers gave me a ticket, $250 USD, which I unhappily paid with a note on the cheque thanking the municipality, or whatever it is, of St. Petersburg for its hospitable nature. In all honesty, I could have and should have taken care of the expired sticker but still.

Speaking of cold, one morning, while at a crumby Day’s Inn in Lake City, FL., I awoke one morning at around 4:30 and discovered frost on my bike which made me nervous because I never had left my bike out and uncovered in cold weather before, and I wasn’t sure that the engine would turn over. So outside I go to start it up.

Long story short, if started alright, first time, but due to carelessness on my part, the bike just took off, with me watching, prone on my on the ground where the bike had tossed me as it took off, as it made a right turn and headed for a little grassy knoll, missing all kinds of parked cars in the lot as well as not hitting anything except two picnic tables – one turned into kindling, the other into lumber – and taking out part of a cord fence – not the one pictured here – in the process.

The motorcycle stalled out, thank God, and came to rest on the knoll. I got it out of there, and then went to inform the boss what had happened. He said that he’d have a look and get back to me.

“Really messed up”, or words to that effect came out of his mouth a little
while later in the aftermath of his having surveyed the scene. He asked for damages in the amount of $175 USD, the equivalent of around $1000 CAN. 😆 which I happily paid.

Peace. Out.

Free Juice

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Autobiographical, Life lessons/Philosophy, Live to Ride. Ride to Live., Photos, Video

View from, and of, the Country Inn (& Suites, may I add), Jacksonville, FL. Another nice run today, from Savannah, GA., to north Florida, a 180 km. (approx. 115 miles), a few stops along the way. Took close to three hours, actually. A light, light shower or two did nothing to dampen my spirits. Heading south is encouraging but I still wore my usual garb, seven layers, masked, helmeted, mitts included. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to find mitts. My clawed hands make gloves an impossibility and ski mitts are way too thick. I am so careful not to lose my mitts. They’re gold in that they make travel which would without them be impossible, possible.

Just hanging out and relaxing at the hotel, taking it easy, thinking about stuff like freedom which is very important to me. I am completely and totally free, responsible only to myself; the downside is no partner, no kids, grandchildren, sisters, brothers. I will definitely die surrounded by my good and excellent friends but without family. Sometimes I wish I had kids but I opt to think that having taught for 34 years, that, in the words of good pal, Peter Marmorek, I gave at the office.
The up side is the liberty that I experience has allowed me to branch out and to live my life exactly the way I choose. As Johnny Jellybean used to opine, “you never know what lonesome is, till you get to herding cows”.

As Hunter S. Thomson used to write: “Nigger” and that didn’t make him a racist anymore than it makes me one for thinking “nigger” at times when a black man or woman appears in my line of sight. I don’t know why I think like that but according to some niggers that I know and really love, that doesn’t make me a racist. I know what’s in my heart and it is love for Albert, Joan, Phil, Willie, and even the grandson, Cameron, who pissed me off, not to forget about Hilton, (RIP) who got this whole beautiful trip, started. Joan was Hilton’s sister, Albert is her husband, Cameron is their grandson, and Phil is Joan’s brother.
Willie, featured above on his bike, referred to himself as an “old nigger” with only me driving around with him in his Mercedes. He also said that if he was involved in a traffic stop, he would ensure that he kept both hands on the wheel, to avoid getting shot, I suppose. Not to forget my good friends Bonita, Annell, Angela, and Charlene, courtesy of the Comfort Suites, Charleston. Annell and I are pictured here with my bike.
Get over yourselves.
That’s enough truth for today.

Real Juice

Authored by Jerry Cohen Posted in Cartoons, Current Events, Politics – Municipal, National, International

Listening to that puke claiming that he has had more “legislative” successes than any government in US history, save Truman’s. That least popular first term president in history just doesn’t get it. There is a difference between legislative achievements, of which this Tax bill is the only one, and the executive branch of government from which all those Executive Orders have emanated. There were actually two other pieces of legislation passed by Congress during this first year, the Gorsuch appointment to the Supreme Court as well as the Russia Sanctions Bill which he signed under duress. Speaking of fake news, listening to that idiot, it was being manufactured right in front of us.

Instead of being a unifying force, he has succeeded in dividing Americans and making many of them uncomfortable, nervous and ill at ease.
This is one very insecure person, with serious psychological issues such as “Why don’t people like me?” Gimme a freaking break.
Read Timothy Snyder’s short and readable book : “On Tyranny. Twenty Lessons From the Twentieth Century.” It is important that one doesn’t become apathetic and to stay engaged.

Trump has lost the respect of the vast majority of Americans.
Instead of being a unifying force, he has succeeded in dividing Americans and making many of them uncomfortable, nervous and ill at ease.
This is one very insecure person, with serious psychological issues such as “Why don’t people like me?” Gimme a freaking break.
Read Timothy Snyder’s short and readable book : “On Tyranny. Twenty Lessons From the Twentieth Century.” It is important that one doesn’t become apathetic and to stay engaged.
Trump has lost the respect of the vast majority of Americans.