The White Bone of Truth

Could the results of Election 2024 have been any more dreadful for the United States?

Is it worse that voters have mindlessly reinstalled Donald Trump into the Oval Office? One of the absolute least among all Americans. Weren’t his prior four years warning enough? What didn’t he degrade then?

Our language. Our honor. Our civility. Our integrity. He smeared shit across each.

Or is it worse that after his loud and incessant ugly campaign, an exhibition of vanity personified which convinced fools to vote against their interests, hell, against the interests of our nation, are ever gradually realizing the error which will affect them? Some only slightly at this moment. But more than we’ll ever wish to know who’ll later feel the severity.

Thanks to a polity, public, and press which ignored or downplayed his menace, the Convicted First Felon will be more reckless and more heedless than before. Through his first term, he was a creature learning his limits. Now aware and unshackled he fully intends to rampage.

During his first term, the threat he presented us was puerile pettiness. Today, a seething stack of walking talking bile which has fermented over four years, he is poised to maraud vengefully and spew retribution across America.

That and downgrade the nation’s global eminence as well as reverse America society into retrograde.

There will be nothing beneficial about a second term by the short-fingered vulgarian. If there will be any “good” derived from his return, it will rightly punish his working-class supporters harder. Tens of millions of Americans, particularly those in the nation’s less dynamic precincts, will be walloped after having never learned or known or forgotten every referees’ warning to fighters before the bout: “Protect yourself at all times.”

While clear-eyed sensible Americans will also bear the brunt, the deplorables lulled then mesmerized by his appeals will be further weighed through disillusionment. How could they not have noticed he’s failed at nearly every business venture he’s attempted?

Only because real estate is apparently foolproof does the public beyond the New York Metropolitan Area know him. If he’d needed to have depended on his other schemes, the thief, liar, rapist, and traitor would needed to have worked to have reached his Potemkin mogul status. But since he’s lazy, he’d might only have been measured as an affluent man. And that’s being generous. Another attribute absent from his being.

Those of us who already knew the pig for what he was anticipate the degradation he’ll deliver. For those who cast aside their dignity for cheap eggs, cheap gas, oh, yeah, cheap bacon too, in exchange of an emptily promised reward of greater economic milk and honey, they’re one day closer to drinking dirt and eating sawdust.

Already signs portend the decline that’ll start on the afternoon of January 20th, 2025.

Who knows whether what follows are apocryphal or not? On one hand, these stories sound too good, too just, to be true. On the other, they’re the sort of incidents most of us bearing foresight see as well within the realm of likelihood.

Again, upon hearing of the Chief Thief’s economic proposals real live business people, not liberals MAGAs like envisioning as “snowflakes” or “commies,” but men and women helming banks, brokerages, as well as industrial enterprises – people who meet payroll demands – are already sounding warnings regarding the phony macher’s financial plans upon America. Those heeding them are preparing for what shoes will drop once the grifter in chief resumes soiling the Oval Office.

Lo and behold! The beginning of what may torment working people is coming to pass. There are two examples so far … spurious as some readers may regard them. If genuine, the spread of each will be extensive throughout America. Particularly damaging in our nation’s Southeast quadrant. Good. Putting aside any and all empathy for the most deserving in Dawgpatch, both, um, anecdotes should be seen as marvelous illustrations in self-induced throat-cutting.

In the first account, an initial drip from the cascade perhaps to follow, a small manufacturer convenes its assemblers for a meeting. Located in Salt of the Earth, America, let’s have no misunderstanding that most of the employees mindlessly adored the Convicted First Felon. They’re MAGA mongrels – and dumbly proud of it. Despite Kamala Harris telling them what she’d hoped her administration would do for them and the nation, his confused stream of consciousness rambles had them enthralled.

Yet from all his gish-gibberish one point came through – he’d only work for himself and his good at the nation’s expense.

In the company meeting management informed workers they won’t be receiving year-end bonuses. This because of the tariffs the incoming administration will impose.

Trying to decide whether the best part is whether it be some those assembled asking what a tariff was, or the rest faking being up on current events as filtered through Fox Kennel or Newsmax. And thereby misinformed then astounded because the cur campaigned on foreign concerns bearing the brunt.

Why, hearing that lie must’ve been enough for those knuckleheads to reflexively chant “USA!-USA!-USA!” at television screens.

Hard as it must’ve been telling staff not only would the usual fat envelope be absent, only harder could’ve been explaining how tariffs would hurt them.

I spent 24 years working in a small business. Occasionally management sat down its hourly and salaried personnel then leveled with us. None of those sitdowns was ever as wrenching as learning bonuses had evaporated. That’s brutal.

In this case as will occur in countless others, management foresaw the tariffs on overseas sourced components and supplies. Prices will rise because foreign fabricators and suppliers will pass along tariff costs American firms. In turn, they will shunt those expenses onto wholesalers and retailers. Both will then add them onto what consumers will pay.

By denying its employees’ bonuses, management intended using those funds to build up inventory while prices remain low. That way the company will be better positioned in 2025 when higher pricing comes into effect. This foresight will put it ahead of the inflationary curve.

No. It’s not coldblooded. Management should be commended for its prudence.

However, the downside is employees who’d anticipated those year-end wet kisses will be left emptyhanded. And while my one-time employer shared bad news as it might affect floor staff, what resulted was never as discouraging as money being withheld. For that aspect I empathized with this incident’s working people.

I know from life that money which had been expected was already spent.

At least employees were alerted soon enough to have ample time to recalibrate. Better knowing you’ll be coming up short for the holidays in mid-November than mid-December.

Naturally there must’ve been plenty of dismay. Somehow, they trusted Fat Puppy. So everybody knows these weren’t New Yorkers.

After all, didn’t the phony billionaire speak their language? Reprehensible words that until he waddled along, the deplorables themselves could never have uttered. Well, not among strangers. Unrestrained, the scab oinked aloud what they knew wrong but nonetheless found agreeable.

See, Vladimir Putin’s punk has a way of making weak and insecure men comfortable with their weaknesses and insecurities. It’s never their faults. Especially when it is.

As a former lifelong New York resident whose Gotham sensibilities are so ingrained as to be genetic, I’m still aghast tens of millions of Americans admire the Queens mook. Or are afraid of him. He is unworthy of adulation. A coward in his heart, he sure as shit shouldn’t inspire fear.

Ridicule? Plenty. Fear? Don’t make me laugh.

Having stated this before, New Yorkers know him. Sadly, he’s one of us. Why doesn’t anyone beyond the Empire State question why he’s despised in his old stomping grounds? The local boy has been embarrassingly crushed there by Hillary Clinton, President Biden, and Vice President Harris. A carpetbagger, a Scranton guy, and a Californian humiliated him in New York.

New Yorkers know him. We know enough to disdain him. To be disgusted by him. All too much of the other America knows about him is from television. Editing and retakes made him appear better than palatable. Editing and retakes made him seem competent.

New Yorkers knew he wasn’t.

The second vignette leaves no room for ambivalence. There’s an angry wife involved. Batten down the hatches!

To have been found in innumerable couples throughout America during Election 2024, this was a split couple. Generally, husbands favored the pig. More sensibly their wives backed Vice President Harris, woman who’d look out for women and their issues. Moreover, she also would’ve promoted fairness, justice, inclusivity, and greater equality for all.

This being America, a qualified woman lost to a man utterly bereft of any worthwhile qualities.

Let me surmise the husband was quite aware of his wife’s preference. He did not bother in the least taking that into any consideration. See? A typical Anglo male MAGA. Know a high percentage of black and Latino men wasted ballots on the MAGA candidate, too. Just shows they’re dumber than dumb white guys.

Instead of muting his joy, if not keeping it under his hat altogether, the husband probably brayed. Like I said, a typical MAGA jackass.

That ignited his wife. A few days after the election she served her husband divorce papers.

Yes, no way she had those documents ready after just a couple of days. I suspect the election was her last straw. I also suspect this couple already had significant contention. But isn’t it usually women who bend over backwards, contort themselves wildly, to preserve these unions? Aren’t most husbands deficient in seeing even the clearest signs? Aren’t they the ones most often completely shocked when the hammer drops?

So, sometime long before the wife had those papers drawn up. Yet they remained in some lawyer’s office somewhere under lock and key. Doing all she could to align the heavens and earth, the wife kept giving her lug opportunities to demonstrate his worthiness of her. And despite most Americans voting against their interests, she would’ve continued to have made their marriage work.

Until the dumbass essence of her husband’s being made it untenable. Off to the lawyer’s office. Off to file the documents. Back home to serve them.

Naturally the man she married never saw it coming. Maybe if he had any ability to step outside himself, he would’ve recognized the freight train bearing down on him. As it was, even Ray Charles could’ve seen what was developing.

The wife had her husband cold. Her paperwork was triplicate perfect. MAGA man got kicked to the curb.

The best part of this dissolution was determining ownership of the house they shared. Seems the residence still under a mortgage. That realized, shouldn’t there have been some negotiation about either divvying up the payments, or one party assuming the full burden and ownership, or selling it and after settling with the lender then splitting the proceeds?

No.

While the mortgage was in his name, the deed carried hers. Traditional as their union must’ve been, must I explain the why behind such a division?

Wonder if the wife engaged one of those swift sharp lawyers. Ooooh! Let’s hope! Wonder what else he or she might do on behalf of the imminent ex-missus.

Let’s hope a lot of other fed-up wives hold the same advantage. Most American men miserably failed every American woman on Election Day 2024. Those numb from the neck up guys need educating.

Dispiriting the Right

At the end of the last post, Strength Through Fear, I mentioned a prevailing thought among a certain kind of MAGA man. The low slouching kind, one who drools and whose knuckles scrape ground.

That poor dope thinks that for a woman to have exceled, to have reached prominence, she needed to have slept her way to the height.

Such insults every woman and offends any male who knows better but also knows he may be grouped among the belly scratchers. There’s a rumor circulating we all act alike. Continue reading Dispiriting the Right

Strength Through Fear

New Yorkers living in and who once resided in the Metropolitan Area know Donald Trump too well. For worse, he’s one of us. However, the farther west and south one travels, the short-fingered vulgarian somehow morphs into a worthy figure.

What better demonstrates the concept of “two Americas”? Continue reading Strength Through Fear

In a Different Desert at 65

Now into being retired for several months, I did a few things instinctively experts suggest. First among them, I didn’t splurge.

Free of punching any timeclock, I didn’t travel. As much as I wanted to beat as many July and August weekends of Mojave Desert summer heat and hit the Coast – particularly Hermosa Beach and Oceanside – I deferred. Prudence demanded I first evaluate my new financial circumstances.

If I got deeper in the hole at this stage of life, escaping would be difficult without regular income through regular hours. I have no urge to return to the daily grind. Continue reading In a Different Desert at 65

Useless Clouds

August is the Mojave Desert’s most challenging month.

While unavoidably sweltering, it’s generally less torrid than July. August actually starts letting residents kind of imagine autumnal respite in ways July absolutely forbids.

Until the last several summers, July counted as the “monsoon month.” Indeed, rain in quantifiable measures wetted if not outright soaked this region. Away from Las Vegas in the desert proper one might’ve believed he or she heard the parched dirt greedily gulp whatever rain had fallen. Continue reading Useless Clouds

America May End Here

Project 2025 is a plan that intends degrading Americans’ lives. Project 2025 is a horrible phantasmagoria. It has been concocted by the Heritage Foundation, an organization dead-set on turning back the clock to a time when it was believed the United States was solely a white man’s land.

Don’t doubt this screed also didn’t benefit from malignant contributions from every selfish, intolerant, greedy, twisted clergy, conservative group in our nation.

The contents of the fetid stew concocted by the Heritage Foundation that is Project 2025 are contrary to America. Therefore, the substandard among us will adore it. Continue reading America May End Here

Stagecraft

Not even bothering with crocodile tears. The shooting at Donald Trump’s July 13th, 2024, Bund/klan/neo-Nazi rally was rigged.

That a spectator and the gunman as fall guy were killed were ultimately seen as insignificant prices paid by others for Cadet Bone Spur’s campaign. In the Convicted First Felon’s grift world, SOP is always finding others to foot the bill no matter the cost. Continue reading Stagecraft

Arc of the Ball

Give or take a few years, a wave of contemporaries will join me sloshing into retirement. Some are younger and have ever-shorter distances to go. Others, having been there for a while, welcomed me at the finish line. A few leaned into the same tape as I did.

I think we share this mutual view: we don’t believe we’ve made it; we’re grateful to have “finished” the race. As I must’ve written elsewhere, now I know why my parents were so happy when work stopped scheduling their lives. Continue reading Arc of the Ball

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