Protestor in Phallic Costume Arrested at ‘No Kings’ Rally

“A protester dressed as a phallic object was arrested during Fairhope’s “No Kings” protest.

The Fairhope Police defended the arrest, stating, ‘She (Jeana Gamble) crossed the line from freedom of expression to obscenity.'”

NBC 15 News

Many protestors at the “No Kings” demonstrations wore costumes, particularly inflatable animal suits and symbolic outfits such as the Statue of Liberty. Keeping in mind that the No Kings rallies were a protest against Dicktator Donald Trump, Gamble donned an inflatable phallic costume.

I commend Gamble for her ballsy attitude, imagination, creativity, and for having the wisdom to wear an appropriate costume for the No Kings rally. Unfortunately, the Fairhope Police Department were not similarly impressed and arrested her for obscenity.

The Supreme Court defines obscenity as a work of art that appeals to the “prurient interest,” the cops are deviants if a 60-year-old woman dressed in a phallic outfit appeals to their prurient obscenity.

A woman peacefully demonstrating against the fascist Trump regime, while dressed as a penis, is not obscene. Stephen Miller, the White House deputy chief of staff, who looks like a dick, talks like a dick, and acts like a dick is the epitome of an obscenity.

An even bigger dick is ironically a man with a micro penis, Donald Trump. A man guilty of pedophilia (allegedly), political corruption, racism, and homophobia is the definition of obscenity.

Gamble was peacefully expressing her point of view, and I hope she sues the Fairhope Police Department for violating her First Amendment rights.

Had a Great Time at the Lynchburg, VA ‘No Kings 2.0’ Rally

Today citizens across the country are taking part in “No Kings 2.0” protest rallies, a coordinated progressive movement aimed at protesting the fascist regime of Donald Trump.

When I woke up this morning, I put on an anti-Trump T-shirt and joggers. I was not wearing my anti-Trump shirt to mark No Kings Day or because I remembered what today signifies; honestly, I often wear anti-fascist clothing, so it just happened by chance. I live and breath resistance by posting anti-Trump essays to my blog, by writing editorials for local newspapers, by speaking out for justice on social media, and by wearing branded clothing that will enrage MAGA cultists.

I attended the Lynchburg, VA No Kings Rally held in Miller Park, and I was pleasantly surprised that hundreds gathered to protest Trump in the city that is home to Liberty University, the evangelical Mecca.

I was delighted by the presence of a significant contingent of clergy, it is soul-satisfying to witness Christian ministers protest the fascist Christian Nationalist MAGA movement.

Many boomers who opposed the Vietnam War attended. The fight against fascism is ongoing; complacency allows it to resurface.

It was unseasonably warm 78 degrees, and I had a wonderful time. I met many friends, everyone who is against Trump is my friend.

I hope I made my anti-Trump sister and nieces proud today.   

Trump Hates Time Cover Photo that Focuses on his Vagina-looking Neck

Donald Trump’s face poses a formidable challenge for photographers: how can they make him look human without Photoshop or AI?  Consider their herculean task: Trump has a mouth that resembles a sphincter, a neck that looks like a prolapsed vagina, eyes similar to a raccoon, skin that is a dead match for a decaying pumpkin, a double chin like a red wattle pig, and hair that appears like cotton candy drenched in urine.

Time Magazine’s recent cover story lavished praise on Trump for brokering a Gaza ceasefire, but instead of basking in the adulatory coverage he blasted the cover photo. He gripped that the photo minimized his hair and added a strange visual element above his head. His verdict: the worst photo of all time.

The photographer Graeme Sloane took the photograph from underneath, perhaps fearing that a straight-on angle might induce nausea. This angle created the halo like effect above his head, making the fallen angel look like an angel of light.

The focus of the image is on his hideous neck that looks like a female’s genitalia. The pic is so graphic and disturbing that his neck region has been pixilated by more than one publication.

I feel tempted to grab Trump by his pussy-looking throat and scream at him: Stop fixating on minor issues, just be grateful that for once a mainstream publication wrote a positive story about you.

May my readers forgive me for including the offensive photograph with my essay.

Photo of Trump Makes it Look Like He Has Horns

Donald Trump has the Midas touch in reverse, everything he touches turns to shit. His attempt to make the interior of the White House golden is a gaudy disaster. He may be an expert builder, but he is a tacky interior decorator.

 The Oval Office looks like the reception area of a brothel; I would not be surprised if Trump has one red button to request a Coke and another to request a blond escort.

Trump has added a bunch of golden detailing to the walls, including a gold eagle. A photograph taken of Trump during a White House cabinet meeting depicts him sitting on a regal chair with his head aligned with the eagle’s wings in just the right position to make it appear as if he has horns.

If a photograph of Obama taken when he was president made him appear as if he had horns, evangelicals would have reviled him as the antichrist. They would have conceded that he was not born in Kenya, but in hell.

But I have not heard any evangelicals express an apprehension that the devilish image may be a sign that their idol might be the antichrist. I guess if evangelicals are not bothered by Trump’s pedophilia, serial adultery, sexual assaults, fascism, business fraud, racism, homophobia, and all-around despicable behavior, they are not going to be bothered by horns growing out of his skull.

If Trump sold a limited-edition NFT of this image at $500 a pop it would sell out in minutes.

Baby Boomers Love Shopping Malls

Shopping malls achieved their peak of popularity in the 80’s, they were a primary destination for teenagers, who were known as mall rats. They were central hubs for social activity and occasionally shopping; after school kids migrated to the malls where they met friends, played arcade games, ate Cinnabon pastries, browsed novelty gifts at Spencer’s, sipped Orange Julius, shoplifted CD’s and hung out until the mall cops chased them away.

Shopping malls were the place to be in the 80’s, and pop singer Tiffany even promoted her debut album with performances in various malls across the United States. Can you imagine a rapper trying to make a name for himself by conducting a tour of malls?

Gen Z kids avoid malls like the plague, these artifacts of an older generation hold all the appeal of bingo halls, churches, libraries, museums and art galleries.

Thousands of shopping malls have closed and the few that remain appeal to an older demographic. Many shopping centers open their doors to walkers prior to regular store hours. These “mall walking “programs allow geezers to exercise their creaking bones in a safe climate-controlled environment, where they do not have to dodge kids in scooters or skates.

Malls open in the early morning hours look like a scene from a zombie movie, with seniors with vacant eyes, shuffling aimlessly, and killing time until the Grim Reaper takes them to the rest home in the sky.

Thank God for Amazon!

God Bless Bad Bunny for Sitting During the Singing of ‘God Bless America’

“The government gives them African Americans the drugs, builds bigger prisons, passes a three-strike law and then wants us to sing ‘God Bless America.’ No, no, no, God damn America, that’s in the Bible for killing innocent people. God damn America for treating our citizens as less than human. God damn America for as long as she acts like she is God, and she is supreme.”

Jeremiah Wright

Jeremiah Wright, Barack Obama’s pastor, made this prescient statement in 2003 when George W. Bush was president.

It was righteous for God’s prophet to exclaim “God damn America” during George W. Bush’s presidency, for his tax cuts that benefited the wealthy, his ineffectual response to Hurricane Katrine, his anti-abortion stance, his opposition to same-sex marriage and for his general ineptitude.

How much more righteous is it for us to shout “God damn America” during Donald Trump’s regime; he is a sociopath authoritarian despot who makes Bush look like Abraham Lincoln.

MAGA cultists are freaking out after photos emerged online showing Bad Bunny sitting during the singing of “God Bless America” at a New York Yankees game. In this fascist Trump era sitting during the singing of “God Bless America” is the patriotic and democratic thing to do.

God bless America? No, God damn America! God damn America for supporting the genocidal state of Israel! God damn America for treating undocumented people like they are less than human! God damn America for vilifying the LGBTQ community! God damn America for acting like she’s God, and she can impose her will on the rest of the world.

God Bless Bad Bunny for not standing up for “God Bless America”! God Bless Americans who are fighting back against Donald Trump’s fascist regime.

Christian ‘King’s Army’ Marches Through Soho

“BIZARRE footage of an evangelical group dressed in black chanting ‘Jesus Saves’ in Soho has been described as ‘lunacy’.

The National

American style Christian fascism is making inroads in broadly secular English society; there is even a branch of the far-right Turning Point organization.

Around 100 King’s Army Soldiers, dressed in black uniforms, chanting “Jesus Saves” descended on Soho, historically a haven for the LGBTQ community.

King’s Army describes itself on its website as a “coalition of Christians marked by virtue & valor who believe it’s time for the Church to stop living like civilians and start fighting like soldiers!”

If a small army of uniformed bigots raided my neighborhood, shouting “Jesus Saves,” my first thought would be why hasn’t Jesus saved them from bigotry, arrogance, and a bad sense of fashion.

The King’s Army motto is anathema to real Christians; they need to start living like civilians and stop behaving like a militia that is on a crusade to wipe out the LGBTQ people and other marginalized communities.

This stunt is not going to win King’s Army any converts, but it does serve a useful purpose: it wakes up the LGBTQ citizenry to the reality that they have an implacable enemy.

If the Jesus of the Gospels visited Soho, he would be clad in sandals and bohemian clothing, and he would wash the feet of the customers at the gay bars and LGBT clubs, and they would make him the Grand Marshall of their Pride parade.

Bad Bunny’s Super Bowl Performance Will Make Us Proud

Bad Bunny (Benito) is one of the biggest stars in the music constellation. The rapper and record producer from Puerto Rico is known for playing a key role in bringing Spanish-language rap music to global prominence.

The Gen Z icon has a gazillion and one hits, but this boomer is not familiar with any of them. I am more familiar with Benito, the actor.

Happy Gilmore 2 is the quintessential “guy movie”, featuring broad physical comedy, an SNL alum, and tons of profanity.

Adam Sandler delivered what his fans expected: familiar mannerisms, trademark catchphrases, angry antics, and an epic brawl with his long-time rival, Shooter McGavin.

Benito had a supporting acting role as Oscar, a busboy turned caddy for Gilmore. As a counterweight to Sandler’s manic performance, Benito’s restrained performance highlighted his comedic timing and natural likeability.

Evangelical MAGA cultists have their panties in a twist over the selection of Benito as the Super Bowl LIX halftime performer. They are incensed over his progressive political views, his penchant for subverting traditional gender norms and especially for having the audacity to sing in Spanish.

As a progressive Latino who hates the MAGA cult, I am delighted that Benito will be the Super Bowl halftime performer. If he is as good a singer as he is an actor, I expect him to crush it at the Super Bowl.

Benito haznos sentir orgullosos.

Bear Named Chunk Winner of Fat Bear Week Despite Broken Jaw

“A brown bear weighing over 500kg (1,200 pounds) has overcome a broken jaw to become the winner of Fat Bear Week 2025.

Chunk received the most votes in a competition between 12 brown bears in which people pick the bear they believe ‘best exemplifies fatness and success’ as they prepare for winter hibernation.”

BBC

It’s usually cats, and sometimes puppies, which go viral online, but Chunk a brown bear tipping the scales at 1,2000 pounds has captured the hearts of animal lovers.

Chunk, the winner of Fat Bear Week, drew a huge streaming audience; viewers were fascinated watching him use his huge paws and broken jaw to snatch salmon. Chunk is an inspiration to us all; he doesn’t let his disability hinder him from snatching the delicious fish.

The winner is the bear that best exemplifies fatness and success, thank goodness that fatness and success are not mutually exclusive. So, don’t hate on me as I munch on Doritos when I watch videos of Chunk.

Chunk is a lover and a fighter, he likely broke his jaw while fighting another bear during mating season. Chunk does not let his disability slow him down, he gets his freak on with the ladies, and he eats more salmon than the average bear.

The Fat Bear Week festivities attracted a huge virtual crowd this year, more than 1.6 million people voted for their favorite bear.

Thank God for Chunk, we need some good news to make us forget about all the bad news.

The Rapture

The Rapture is an eschatological belief held by dispensationalist evangelicals, that true believers will be suddenly and supernaturally raptured or “caught up” from Earth to meet Jesus in the air. After the event, those who believe will ascend to heaven, whereas those who do not will remain and endure seven years of catastrophic tribulation.

Reformed, Catholic, Eastern Orthodox, Oriental Orthodox, and most mainline Protestant churches do not believe in the Rapture delusion. It is a heresy that has taken root primarily in evangelical and fundamentalist churches in America.

In places like Nigeria, Syria, North Korea, and Somalia where Christians are massacred and owing a Bible is illegal, the persecuted believers are not counting on the Rapture to deliver them.

In other words, in countries where Christians are a persecuted minority the Rapture is not a popular doctrine, but in America where Christians are in the majority it is a widely held belief.

In America if a department store salesperson tells Christians “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas” snowflakes cry out that they are persecuted and they long for the Rapture.

Not only are evangelicals wimps for hoping that the Rapture will save them from faux persecution, but they are selfish assholes for not caring that those left behind will face seven years of tribulation.

If only the Rapture were real and MAGA Christians were raptured to meet Jesus in the air and then dropped straight to hell while those of us left behind enjoy paradise on Earth.

To Hell with Evangelicals and Their Child-like Faith

Evangelicals believe the Bible is the inspired and infallible Word of God. They trust Scripture implicitly, and they place a premium on child-like faith. They take pride in believing in fables and allegories like Noah’s Ark, Jonah and the Whale, and the Tower of Bable with the innocence and naivety of children.

Doubt is the unpardonable sin, and they pray away every last vestige of skepticism. Critical thinking is for atheists, liberals and heathen and they swallow hook, line, and sinker every doctrine of their faith. The evangelical brain is conditioned to have zero critical thinking skills, doubt kills faith.

Therefore, they accept without reservation every idiotic, irrational and batshit crazy utterance that emanates from the sphincter-shaped mouth of their messiah, Donald Trump. They believe every lunatic conspiracy theory that is posted on a MAGA website or published in a far-right conservative publication.

This is why your sweet evangelical grandma thinks liberals are Satan-worshipping pedophiles, and that’s why MAGA Republicans voted for a malignant narcissist, adjudicated rapist, serial adulterer, suspected pedophile, convicted fraudster and steaming pile of human shit.

You will never convince a child who’s been indoctrinated by their parents that Santa is not real, and you will never convince an evangelical that Donald Trump is the embodiment of evil.

We cannot expect the Lord to rapture these cultists to heaven or to hell where they really belong. We must take care of matters ourselves and vote MAGA politicians out of office, and mock and ridicule evangelicals into silence.

‘Praise Music’ is the Soundtrack of the Apocalypse

Back in the 1970s, when I attended a Baptist church, the pastor’s sermon always followed worship songs. The minister’s wife crooned a couple of songs and then the congregation belted beloved hymns like “Amazing Grace,” “Mansion Over the Hilltop,” and “How Great Thou Art.”

The emphasis was on the lyrics that extolled the saving power of Jesus, and the music was just an appetizer before the meat of the Word of God delivered by the pastor.

Today most evangelical churches have replaced hymns with praise music. Praise music induces a meditative, transcendent state of consciousness, by using repetitive patterns and phrases.

These techniques prepare worshippers to have a spiritual experience, which has nothing to do with the traditional Gospel or communing with the Almighty. Evangelicals may repeat “Jesus, I love you” ad nauseum and then exclaim “Amen,” when the MAGA pastor praises Donald Trump, who anyone with a smidgen of spiritual insight would recognize as a steaming pile of human shit.

Christian nationalist worship leaders, like Sean Feucht, are frequently the opening acts at MAGA rallies. Adolf Hitler idolized and obsessively loved the music of German composer Richard Wagner, and Donald Trump loves praise music, and features contemporary Christian worship leaders in his rallies.

Praise music is the soundtrack of the Apocalypse, and whenever I hear praise music I pray that God will smite the fucken somnambulists.

I Love Me Some Kohl’s Mom

Ellie Kemper, celebrated for her roles in “The Office” and “Bridesmaids”, is best known as “Kohl’s Mom,” the lovable and humorous brand personality created by Kohl’s, the American retail store department chain.

Although Kemper is an attractive actress, her characters—like Kimmy Schmidt in “The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt” and Erin Hannon in “The Office”—are known for their innocence and kindness rather than sexuality.

Kemper’s own experience as a busy mom of two makes her a perfect fit for the role of Kohl’s Mom, an omnipresent but non-intrusive brand spokesperson who is always ready to offer a word of advice to her customers.

 When I was a dapper young man department store salespersons always hovered nearby, eager to earn a commission by steering me towards high-end merchandize. As a senior citizen, I feel unnoticed and must signal for assistance.

But I am confident that Kohl’s Mom would acknowledge my presence with a welcoming smile and offer her witty advice as if I were the only customer in the store.

In the commercials, customers call her “Kohl’s Mom,” and it is assumed that everyone recognizes her. Indeed, her commercials have gone viral, and she is a household name, even in pitiful towns where there is not a Kohl’s store.

I dreamt about Kohl’s Mom the other night, I was a young man again, Kohl’s Mom was the greeter, she made it rain Kohl’s cash, dazzled me with her latent sexuality, and everything was right with the world.

‘Jesus, Take the Wheel’ Songwriter Dies in a Plane Crash

“Country singer and songwriter Brett James, known for the hit “Jesus, Take the Wheel,” died with two others in a small plane in North Carolina’s mountains.”

Spectrum News 1

“Jesus, take the wheel,

Take it from my hands,

‘Cause I can’t do this on my own.”

Brett James

I don’t particularly care for country music, especially when it’s infused with Christian lyrics. It’s miserable to have a brain worm, but it’s torture to have an earworm. If I hear a snippet of “Jesus Take the Wheel”, it’s ensconced in my mind until I scream out: “Jesus Take the Fucken Wheel and crash into the nearest power pole.”

“Jesus Take the Wheel” is one of the most lyrically insipid and theologically ignorant songs in the annals of country music. It implies an unhealthy level of passivity, and an unwise dependence on an invisible deity. I know Christians who pray for “traveling mercies” and then proceed to text and sing along to Lauren Daigle bangers while they drive merrily on down the road.

I live according to the teachings of Jesus, but I don’t beg Jesus to take the wheel, or control of my life. I’m not going to abdicate my own decision-making process to any televangelist or theologian who claim to speak for God.

Jesus didn’t take over the flight controls of the single-engine Cirrus SR22T plane and Brett James died in the crash.

I pray that a hack songwriter won’t be inspired to write, “Jesus Take Over the Flight Controls.”

Charlie Kirk’s Life & Death: Martyrdom or Cautionary Tale?

Charlie Kirk died the death of a rabble rouser whose inflammatory rhetoric energized the evangelical MAGA base and incited a troubled young man to permanently silence him with the type of weapon that the rightwing prophet fetishized.

Kirk’s violent and gory death was a personal tragedy for his family, friends, and colleagues, but it was not a national tragedy. When a propagandist who incites violence against the LGBT community, racial and religious minorities and immigrants meets an untimely death, it is not a time for mourning, it is a time for reflection and sobriety.

I condemn violence unequivocally. I denounce political assassinations, and I deplore political commentators who provoke violence against women, minorities, and political opponents with their fiery rhetoric.

Kirk was a Christian nationalist who trafficked in rightwing politics steeped in homophobia, misogyny, xenophobia, and anti-Semitism while claiming to be a disciple of the Jesus of the Gospels who ministered to the poor and embraced the disenfranchised.

It is distressing that evangelicals eulogize Kirk as a martyr and canonize him as a national hero akin to Martin Luther King and John F. Kennedy. This sorry state of affairs in an indictment of evangelical Christianity and MAGA politics.

As a progressive Latino who lives on a fixed income and hates fascism, I do not mourn the death of Charlie Kirk, I mourn the death of our democracy symbolized by the glorification of a conservative agitator.

Bob Vylan: ‘RIP Charlie Kirk, You Piece of Shi*’

The Sex Pistols, a seminal punk band of the 70’s, caused controversy through profanity and anti-establishment stances. In 1977 they released “God Save the Queen”, which attacked the monarchy during the Queen’s Silver Jubilee.

“God save the Queen,

The fascist regime.

God save the Queen,

She ain’t no human being.”

For an English punk group to attack the Queen in the 70’s is analogous to a 60’s American rock group attacking John F. Kennedy.

We need the punk aesthetic more than ever, thank God the English punk duo Bob Vylan assumed the mantle of the Sex Pistols. Through their lyrics they fight fascism in England, Israel, and the USA.

Bob Vylan is no stranger to controversy, at the 2025 Glastonbury Festival, they called out to the crowd: “Fuck the IDF.” The chant drew criticism from mainstream media, resulting in the group being banned from numerous music venues.

Bob Vylan called Charlie Kirk “an absolute piece of shit of a human being” while performing in Amsterdam. The frontman shouted from the stage: “The pronouns was/were. Cause if you chat shit you will get banged. Rest in peace Charlie Kirk, you piece of shit.”

Bob Vylan made the statements in the context of a punk concert; nobody should expect punk rockers to speak the language of diplomacy.

If you are outraged at the genocide of the Palestinian people and alarmed at the deification of a racist piece of shit, you should support Bob Vylan by buying their albums.

Trump’s Droopy Face is Ready for Halloween

Donald Trump’s toxic personality and virulent rhetoric are accelerating his ageing process; the septuagenarian is falling apart before our eyes. From the shockingly thin hair on top of his head to his humongous cankles, he is the picture of deterioration, decay and decline. The hideous tyrant would be well-advised never to leave home without wearing a cap and he would be better off exchanging his classic dress shoes for cowboy boots.

The president stunned the nation with his ghastly drooping facial expression when he was commemorating the 24th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks at the Pentagon. Trump is literally and figurately full of shit, and we are accustomed to his droopy drawers, but his droopy facial expression caught us by surprise.

The Dear Leader’s pronounced drooping on one side of his face sparked rumors that he suffered a mini stroke. Trump’s dreadful drooping face came after concerns over his health last month over his weeklong absence from the public eye.

Droopy Don is free to meander inside the White House and disturb his family and staffers with his god-awful appearance, but with the exception of Halloween, he should not venture outside where he will frighten the horses and terrify the electorate.

And for the love of God Droopy Don should stay away from the roof of the White House, that spectacle would be more frightening than the Hunchback of Notre Dame ringing the bell.

I Don’t Mourn the Assassination of Charlie Kirk

Charlie Kirk MAGA activist, right-wing podcast host, white Christian Nationalist, co-founder of Turning Point USA, and Trump fluffer was shot and killed by a sniper while participating in a “Prove Me Wrong” debate at Utah Valley University.

The fascist-in chief, Donald Trump, paid tribute to the slain conservative activist in a Truth Social post, writing: “The Great, and even Legendary, Charlie Kirk is dead.”

Trump has stocked his cabinet and administration with imbeciles, racists, and extremist conservatives, and he reserves his most lofty praise and adulation for dictators like Russian President Valdimir Putin, the Supreme Leader of North Korea Kim Jong Un, Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orban and the President of El Salvador Nayib Bukele.

Therefore, if Trump lavished praise on Charlie Kirk, you can rest assured that he was a fascist jerk.

Kirk was a huge supporter of the Second Amendment, and in 2023 he said:  “It’s worth it to have a cost of, unfortunately, some gun deaths every single year, so that we can have the Second Amendment to protect our other God-given rights.” Kirk, like most evangelicals, also believed in the “God-given right” of Israel to commit genocide.

It’s poetic justice that Kirk was gunned down as he was answering a question about mass shootings in America. I condemn political violence and I’m not rejoicing at his death, but I am not going to pretend that I am in sorrow. Good riddance to bad trash.

Donald Trump directed that United States flags be lowered to half-mast as a tribute to Charlie Kirk.  American flags should be flown at half-mast to mourn the fact that we live in a fascist state that honors moral scum like Kirk.

Ken Paxton Encourages Students to Recite Lord’s Prayer

“With a new Texas law in effect allowing time for prayer and reading religious texts in public schools, Attorney General Ken Paxton on Tuesday encouraged students to practice the Lord’s Prayer as relayed in the King James Version of the Bible.”

Texas Tribune

“After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.”

Matthew 9:6

The Texas House of Representatives impeached Ken Paxton for showing favoritism to a donor who bribed him, misusing public resources, making false claims against whistleblowers, and interfering with his ongoing securities fraud trial.

This paragon of virtue, alleged adulterer and Texas senatorial candidate urges students to recite the Lord’s Prayer in school, cynically pandering to the evangelical electorate.

This law is an affront to the separation of church of state. I have a problem with the first verse: “Our Father which art in heaven.”

The Bible was written by men in a patriarchal society, reflecting male authority and female subordination. In the biblical narrative women don’t rise to the status of second-class citizens, they are chattel, the property of men.

According to John 4:24, “God is a Spirit,” and the pronouns for the deity should be they/them.

Teaching our female students that the ultimate authority figure is a father figure, sends the wrong message. It indoctrinates them into thinking that authority figures are male.

Any version of the Bible that translates the first verse of the Lord’s Prayer as “Our Father” should be obsolete and this sexist translation should not be read in a public school.

Sleepy Donald Trump Mistakes Flag for Blanket

Gramps Donald Trump was dazed and confused when he was presented an American flag during a signing ceremony in the Oval Office. When Rep. John Rose handed Trump an American flag contained in a transparent plastic bag, he responded” “Oh I could use that at night,” apparently mistaking the flag for a blanket.

The remark elicited subdued laughter from the sycophants present, prompting Rose to clarify, “It’s an American flag.” Realizing his blunder, Trump responded, “It’s very nice, I like that. Thank you very much.”

Flunkies bearing gifts for Sleepy Don would be well-advised to label them with a Sharpie so he will know exactly what they are.

When you are a hammer, everything looks like a nail, and when you are a senile septuagenarian, every product made from fabric looks like a blanket. I am surprised Trump did not lay his head down on the Resolute Desk using the flag as a blankie.

I am relieved Rose had the presence of mind not to gift the demented old fool a T-shirt wrapped in plastic, he might have dropped trou in the Oval Office mistaking the shirt for diapers.

The only time America is safe from Trump’s shenanigans and evil edicts is when he is sound asleep. Every American who cares about our country should give him comfy blankets and fluffy pillows; in the hopes it might encourage him to stay in bed for longer periods of time.

OK Boomer, enough with the Phone Calls

I grew up in the pre-cell phone era, when rotary phones had a mechanical ring that was noticeably loud and encouraged immediate attention.

This halcyon era was before the invention of robocalls, and calls from auto insurance repair companies. When the phone blared, we stopped dead in our tracks and raced to answer the phone. Back then, every call mattered because it came from a friend or family member.

Some of my most indelible childhood memories are of answering the phone and blurting out, “Mama it’s my tia from Mexico.”

In this high-tech society, boomers do not realize that the rotary phone of old has almost no resemblance to the smartphone of today. A cell phone is a small computer with calling as just one of its many functions.  In lieu of placing calls, youngsters text or send DMs. No one needs to remind me “OK boomer, a text message would have sufficed.”

Advice to boomers: Think twice before you call your children or grandchildren, you may be interrupting them from shopping online, swiping right on a dating app, doom scrolling, or watching the latest viral videos.

Many young people experience anxiety when answering the phone, even when they know it’s a relative calling. They are accustomed to communicating via text and are rendered almost mute when they are forced to engage in a phone conversation.

Word to the wise! If you cannot break your habit of placing calls, your nieces and nephews may block or ghost your stubborn old ass.

Trump Wants to Rename Department of Defense ‘Department of War’

“The Trump administration is advancing plans to rename the Department of Defense as the Department of War, the Wall Street Journal reported on Saturday, citing a White House official, after US President Donald Trump raised the prospect on Monday.”

The Jerusalem Post

Donald Trump is a branding expert; there are dozens of golf courses, hotels and apartment buildings throughout the world that bear his name.

The Trump name is toxic, and the fascist-in-chief is determined to restore the toxic names of military bases named after Confederate generals. Over a dozen Army bases have reverted to their long-standing toxic names under his administration.

It’s not surprising that Trump plans to rename the Department of Defense. The Department of Defense was originally established as the War Department in 1789 and was renamed in 1949 to the Department of Defense. This is all part and parcel of Trump’s agenda to turn back the clock to a time when America was more racist, intolerant and jingoistic.

Trump has declared war on the American people; naturally, he wants to rename the Department of Defense as the Department of War. Trump deployed the National Guard and U.S. Marines, to Los Angeles, and the National Guard to Washington DC, and he has threatened to dispatch the National Guard to Chicago and NYC.

The wannabe dictator raised the notion of rebranding the Defense Department while speaking to reporters in the Oval Office, saying it “just sounded to me better.” It would sound better to a fascist like Trump.

Is Donald Trump Dead?

When the Wicked Witch of the East died after a tornado dropped Dorothy’s house on her, the Munchkins burst out singing in jubilation:

“Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead,

Wake up, you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed,

Wake up, the wicked witch is dead!”

When the decrepit and demented wannabe King, Donald Trump, finally dies, shouts of relief and songs of celebration will sound throughout America.

The Wicked Witch of the East instituted a reign of terror in Oz, she tortured her slaves, the Munchkins. Trump has presided over a reign of incompetence, corruption, and authoritarianism, he has demonized the LGBTQ community, terrorized immigrants, prosecuted his political enemies and ignored the concerns and needs of the poor.

Rumors have flooded social media that Trump is dead.  The spotlight-loving narcissist who holds press conferences and delivers speeches on an almost daily basis has not been seen in public for two days, naturally everyone is praying and hoping that he has croaked.

Vice President JD Vance, in trying to quash the rumors, only made it worse, insisting he is ready to take the top job in case of a “terrible tragedy.”

I am fervently praying that Trump’s cankles, bruised hands, unsteady gait, incoherent speech and morbid obesity means that the Grim Reaper has finally caught up with him.

I can’t wait to sing:

Ding-dong, the orange buffoon is dead,

Wake up, you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed,

Wake up, Donald Trump is dead.

Trump’s Bruised Hands Give me Nightmares

Donald Trump’s sphincter-shaped mouth is grotesque, and the toxic rhetoric that emanates from it is nauseating. Trump often juts his chin forward, a gesture that creates shadows and folds in the neck area that resembles an atrophied vagina. His wispy hair looks like cotton candy drenched in urine. He looks like a rabid raccoon due to the stark contrast between his orange spray-on tan and the paler skin around his eyes.

Trump’s face looks like it was stitched together by Dr. Frankenstein, and it never fails to amaze me that his followers see the face of God in this abomination. It is not Trump’s visage but his hands that give me nightmares.

If Trump’s hands had smooth skin, and his nails were perfectly filed they would still be repulsive because they are so tiny. His doll hands are not in proportion with his ungodly girth; they give me the heebie-jeebies.

Trump’s bruised hand and his profligate use of makeup to cover the discolored patch of skin have led even his supporters to fear that he may be at death’s door. His bruised hand and his cankles are symptoms of chronic venous insufficiency.

A morbidly obese septuagenarian, with a vile temper, bruised hands and cankles is not long for this world. I hope the Grim Reaper grabs him by his hands and hurls him into hell.

Happy National Dog Day

“National Dog Day celebrates all breeds, mixed and pure and serves to help galvanize the public to recognize the number of dogs that need to be rescued each year, either from public shelters, rescues and pure breed rescues.

National Dog Day honors family dogs and dogs that work selflessly to save lives, keep us safe and bring comfort.”

https://www.nationaldogday.com

Most holidays celebrate human beings, but even the best of our kind have frailties, weaknesses, and deficiencies. As the Good Book says, “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” According to the Gospel of Robert, “for all humans are sinners, but dogs are sinless angels, sent to guide us in the path of righteousness.

I feel queasy celebrating holidays which commemorate genocidal monsters like Columbus, or slaveowners like George Washinton. But I delight in celebrating “National Dog Day”, how can I not feel good about celebrating such loyal, loving and beautiful innocents.

I wish I could hug every pooch in the world, but since I’m not omnipresent, I will settle for loving on my doggie, Princess. In her view, every day is equivalent to National Dog Day, as I love on her all the time.

On National Dog Day, I hope you will shower your furry friend with hugs, treats and attention. If you do not have a puppy, today is the most appropriate day to adopt one from your local animal shelter.

Happy National Dog Day to all who celebrate!