down the barrel spy
war’s storm clouds gathering slow
potus looks away
down the barrel spy
down the barrel spy
war’s storm clouds gathering slow
potus looks away
barraging your ego
slow crust build
that candy shell
there you are
didn’t want to be
years of practice
appears to shrink
loss begets begin
same size again
Okay, so first off, you can’t just “make up stories to get a deal”. Mainly because legal cooperation has to actually be connected to the truth. Well, that and reality. The presidency, however, no longer requires such a shibboleth. (I don’t think the *president actually tries to break the law as much as he does. I honestly think he really is plain old ignorant and unteachable. He just isn’t able to process something if it isn’t something he can manipulate into money, fame, or power.)
But, I digress… What I wanted to say was that the idea of Manafort actually cooperating with Mueller is honestly the only thing that has really surprised me in this whole conspiracy.
Yes, what Manafort knows could be dangerous to the *president. But honestly, do you think it’s Trump he’s been afraid of this whole time? Do you really think Manafort has been clamming up to protect an over-inflated reality show star? Or, is it possible that he’s far more worried about someone with a much further reach, far better aim, and absolutely zero shits to give about his public image on this side of the pond?
We know Robert Mueller won’t take partial cooperation. Only full, unfettered access will do. And if Manafort is really in as deep as we think he is, I doubt this decision extended his life any. It’s more likely that instead, soon people will be taking bets on the following question, “How long before Paul Manafort accidentally drinks a Cesium smoothie?”
In the coming months as NFL football gets rolling with another season of action, $15 stadium beers, TBI’s, and knee-taking pinkos, you might say to yourself, “Self, I think I might need to be reminded what an American patriot looks like!”
I’m sure that like most of us, you’ll be tempted to point to the guy with the vignetted Eagle/American Flag t-shirt. Or instead, you might choose the guy who has pledged to protect us all by always having his trusty Sig P320 tucked discreetly beneath his prodigious beer belly, just in case some non-white sumbitch tries to pull another 9-11 around him.
Or, with any luck, you’ll think of John McCain and his many patriotic acts. “Inspired how?”, you ask? I’ll admit, it’s a tough question alright, especially given the scope of McCain’s life in service to his country.
He started by dedicating his early life to being career military. He was captured and tortured for years by the Vietcong, suffering for even more years. Yet he returned home and decided to spend the rest of his life in service to his country in politics, preaching bipartisanship and earning his maverick moniker. All of which are very inspiring, and certainly fulfills just about anyone’s definition of a patriot.
But what I hope you’re inspired by is the way Mr. McCain planned his own funeral, using it to make a very large, very final, patriotic point.
So, may you attain such notoriety in your own life that your funeral is overrun with world leaders, as well as people from all walks of life, lining up for miles to pay their last respects. And, like John McCain, may your very last act on this earth be to use the occasion of your own death to orchestrate what can only be called one of the largest “Fuck you’s” ever to be directed at a sitting president. By using every possible opportunity available in the ceremonies of death, you make sure the world knows that you do not respect him, or recognize him as such in the position he holds. After having dedicated every drop your life to your country, your actions will show that this is the most significant insult a lifelong patriot could ever intend: That the person occupying the Office of the President, is illegitimate and a fraud, and not worthy of the respect that the Office of President of the United States normally commands.
Now that is truly a patriotic act.
Sadly, John McCain appears to be preparing to leave for his next mission. Like his politics or not, but this is a man who has given his whole life to the service to his country, and by all reports was the epitome of a good person. I think we all owe him more than we realize. I feel like it’s the end of an era. The era of politicians putting country before party.
That’s why I was so dejected when I suddenly realized that after Senator McCain’s passes away (hopefully a long time from now), it’s all but sickenly certain that Donald Trump will do something absolutely classless just so he can hog the limelight back to himself. Even if it’s bad press, it doesn’t matter to him. He has to have it. He damned sure can’t let the news cycle go to someone he disagreed with! Who cares if the man who is dying is a war hero who dedicated his entire life to public service, have you seen the way Trump humps the flag!
It’s like that old saying that I just made up: You never realize how much you enjoy the heavy silence of a church until your uncle in the back, decides to make fart noises with his armpits.
Nebraska is now using fentanyl as an execution drug.
This means someone was reading the news and noticed how many people are dropping like flies across the country from accidental fentanyl overdoses. And then someone had an epiphany, that went something like this, “Hey! We’ve been trying to kill some people more efficiently than we have been. Maybe we should learn from the opioid epidemic on how to best make ’em dead faster!”
The NFL has decided that they’re willing to take sides against their own players in a senseless culture war started by Donald Trump decided last year.
Apparently it wasn’t enough that they have been covering up the long term effects of concussions for decades. Now they’re willing to destroy the player’s lives while they’re playing, as well as after they retire. All in the name of almighty profits.
Meanwhile, the original purpose of the protest is still going strong, as unarmed black men continue to get shot and killed by the police paid to protect them.
At least 10 people are dead, and many more are injured in the latest school shooting in Texas.
I would simply like to ask the Russian funded NRA to tell us again how we aren’t good Americans because we don’t feel as though our children should be in almost as much danger attending school as girls were in Afghanistan under the Taliban… where both the good guys and the bad guys have guns. (Don’t be surprised if they are uncharacteristically quiet this time…)
And I will leave you with the words of this Houston lawmaker: ‘Y’all been sending thoughts and prayers for two freaking decades’ — Read on m.chron.com/neighborhood/bayarea/article/Santa-Fe-mass-shooting-Texas-Houston-thoughts-and-12925436.php
The latest mass shooting…
Investigators are trying to determine if the shooter was legally able to obtain, and own, multiple assault weapons.
Because all of this would be a larger problem if he didn’t own them legally?
I really don’t get any of this shit anymore. Even if he did everything wrong, and broke a dozen laws along the way… Even if everything he did absolutely proves the old adage “If guns were outlawed, then only outlaws will own guns”…
How is any of that more important than the fact that he shot and killed human beings for no reason?!
Even if there were a million laws limiting the sale of guns, why aren’t we looking at the fact that assault weapons have absolutely no practical use for everyday citizens. You can’t hunt little ducks with them. You can’t walk around with them in a holster for personal protection.
Oh wait! That Second Amendment thing… right!
So instead, just explain to me how arming every frightened, angry, or paranoid nut job that is worried about “them Sharias hating on our freedoms”, even remotely resembles that line about ‘a well regulated militia’?!
Give me some idea as to why we are able to learn more about automobile safety as time goes on (adding lap belts, 3-point restraints, air bags, crumple zones, etc.), learning from each tragedy, and helping to protect the next generation of automobile passengers better, year after year. But with mass shootings, we allow the NRA, and others, to make things incrementally more dangerous, and increase the body count exponentially.
For that matter, at what point did the ‘our’ rights in the Second Amendment, supersede the right of another person to not be killed for absolutely no reason?
There are few things that bring out someone’s true essence more than the death of a family member.
The most rugged, emotionally constipated, tough guy surprises everyone by sitting bedside for days on end, holding his frail mother’s hand. His massive, calloused hands, delicately cradling her tiny, arthritic ones.
A dutiful child shocks everyone by stealing every last cent from their dying parent, then turns their back on the family that loved them unconditionally.
Siblings spend years in court trying to get a few thousand dollars more than the other, because they once took the trash out more when they were a kid.
Sometimes, people who haven’t spoken in years get to reconnect, and old relationships are mended. Other times, a heartless comment is all it takes to end a friendship that had been on the rocks for years.
Parents get their revenge from beyond the grave, as neglectful children find out that they were cut out of the will years before.
The truth about a friend’s moral fiber shines through as they step up to help the family in the final days. Doing all of the right things, when no one has to ask them to.
While others want desperately to help, only to find they are so ill-equipped to be of any use, that they cause more harm than good. But they keep trying.
Regret overwhelms some of the mourners, as they realize they missed their chance to visit one last time. They had been busy, and thought there was more time.
It really does expose the essence of our character. It’s the ultimate meeting of the material with the spiritual. Concerns over money, respect, love, property, greed, and grace, all fall from the sky like ash, blanketing everyone in its oppressive shroud. Leaving people to act out of instinct, gasping for what they think is air, only to drown in their own grief.