Having lied his way into office and promised many things, having divided the country, I watch as a cocky and self-absorbed individual with little concern for fully half of the US population leaves office and another individual takes his place. An individual who also lied his way into office, albeit with a lot less class than the outgoing President. An individual I believe has little to no concern for anyone but himself.   

Come to think of it,  I believe that is the case for nearly all politicians. In fact, I can’t think of a single politician I know or read about that I believe has the interest of the American people at heart.   

Yes, a quick post about politics and stuff with photos thrown in for people who don’t like reading my stuff.

Some might take me to task about the Obama remarks, but I never hid the fact I did not like the man. I did not consider him sincere when I listened to him speak. In fact, I can’t think of any president I considered sincere as they professed their interest in my, and my fellow citizen’s, welfare.  

I see all politicians as serving their corporate masters. I need no more evidence than the fact the majority of politicians leave office with a lot more money than when they entered said office to supposedly “serve the people”.

They get stuff, you see; they get — and give to themselves — great deals and opportunities not available to you and me. And get this; apparently, all those wonderful benefits they receive from special interests groups and various companies are offered to politicians without a shred of expectation for anything in return. How about that! Ain’t political life great?

Now, we get to see that process go into overdrive as all these billionaires and special interests groups and multi-billion dollars companies gear up to help us “regular folks”.

And, overseeing all of it is a selfless man who has nothing but deep concern for the “little folks”. 

They say he’s a crook, a scam artist, a con man, a person of low morals and high greed and low ethics. 

I mean, I’m not saying that. I would never say that. But, you know, I mean, you hear things, and you can’t help but wonder, especially when you also read stuff and see court documents and read about criminal investigations that get dismissed. And the lying. Always the lying. So sad.

I mean, I’m not calling him a liar . . . well, maybe I did, but everybody’s saying it, you know? Also, there is all sorts of video evidence, and written evidence and tweets. Who am I to deny the existence of tweets, right? Sad. Very sad.  But, I’m not saying he’s a liar, except, you know, you wonder and then think “maybe; maybe there’s something there”. I mean, who am I to say otherwise?

I remember from my hunting days . . . 

If it swims like a duck . . . 

. . . and walks like a duck . . . 

. . . and talks like a duck . . . 

. . . and looks like a duck . . . 

. . . well then, by golly, odds are it’s a duck. I mean, I can’t say for sure it’s a duck, as ducks are notoriously litigious, but you know, I’m like . . . look, all I’m saying is “make up your own mind”. 

But you know, I’m a tad surprised. This guy thinks America is not great. He wants to make it great again, but the people he’s surrounding himself with don’t inspire much confidence. Actually, they are pretty scary. They have this look you see . . . 

You know like, when people say someone is “a person of conviction”? It’s usually said and taken as a compliment, but as I’m looking at it, when your conviction was at odds with reality, it used to be you get locked up in some asylum for the protection of both yourself and others. Now, you get a cabinet position. 

But, what do I know, right? I’m not a billionaire like all them fellers. Also, the man is smart, so he probably knows what he’s doing, right?

I mean, he keeps telling me that he’s the smartest person he knows, so you got to take that to the bank, right?

Except, you know, most smart people I know don’t like, need to point that out; other people just know.

. . . maybe he only knows dumb people, so you can’t really take that as a hard data point, can you?

Still, I worry. For one thing, all them other fellers in his party spent most of the past twenty-four months ‘splaining just how inadequate the man is as a human being, let alone a politician. Now they are lining up to suc . . . er . . . kiss his . . . shoes. 

I mean, it don’t inspire much confidence, do it? 

Plus, get this . . . them same people now get all uppity when you point out the very stuff they’d been saying all along. 

You know something is going on, and you can’t quite put your finger on it, but you just know it ain’t boding well for you or your fellow citizens, right?

The other thing that kind of nags at me is all this religiosity stuff thrown hither and fro. I mean, they all swear to uphold the constitution, and it’s right there, in the very first part of what they just swore to uphold it says that they shouldn’t be doing that. 

Crazy . . . no, I mean it; them folks be a mite touched up there. I mean, I don’t know that for sure, you know? It’s just what I read and observe. But, I can’t say that because, you know, they might slice my throat or something. 

Republicans — I think they are called — get all huffy when you point out stuff they are doing wrong, and the first thing they do is point out how them other fellers — Democrats, I think they are called — did the same thing. 

Never mind that them Republicans bitched about it when the Democrats were doing it; now they see that as an excuse for doing the same. They see it as their right, or something.

Honest, folks; that’s basic stuff parents teach when you’re like two-years-old; two wrongs don’t make a right. Just because someone else does something it don’t mean you has to do it too. Never mind the other feller; you hold to your values.

Could be both Republicans and Democrats had lousy parents . . . or it could be their values ain’t worth spit. Could be both. 

I voiced my fears and concerns to some people and they told me that it’s OK because the rest of his family is there to help him rule . . . er . . . govern.

You won’t believe this, but that did not make me feel any better. Back in my days, that was called “nepotism” and it was kind of a bad thing. Plus, you know, it’s not like they inspire much confidence, either. 

The thing is, I listen to them speak and I form an opinion based on both what they say and how they say it. I’m not moved to sleep well at night.

Honest, at the end of their rule . . . er . . . term, I’ll count myself as lucky if I still have my shoes. Not that they would want my shoes; they certainly don’t look the type to want to walk a mile in my shoes, but if they did, I’d be without shoes and I might even have to buy my shoes back from them. 

Not saying they are them kind of people, but you know, I gots a few years under my belt and dealt with many a car salesmen, and after a bit, you learn stuff, like keeping a good hold of your wallet when you’re around some folks.  

Not saying they would steal your wallet, mind you, because that would trigger their litigious nature, but just the same, I’ll be keeping that sucker close to my chest and out of reach. Again, not saying they are thieves; I just like taking precautions, you know?

I tell you who aggravates me the most, and they shouldn’t because they are the slimiest of slimetards and because they don’t matter much in my life . . . pundits. They are stinking, lying, unscrupulous, fanatical, ignorant, ideologues who — for the past eight years — tiredly worked to a single purpose . . . to split the country into partisan factions.

Split we are, but not just split . . . people really hate those on the other side. And, why shouldn’t they?

After all, day after day for years on end, all these pundits promoted anyone on the “other side” as literal threats to people’s lives and well-being. Never an effort to reach an understanding, never the consideration that as humans we all basically want the same thing: to live a peaceful and secure life.

. . . except them crazy religious folks — not sure what they want; there like be thousands of factions, all screaming their fool heads off, promoting this or that god. Get this, one faction holds to a god who impregnates virgins, and another to a god that will give you virgins if you kill others. One group has magical underwear and another group has like hundreds of gods.

This new guy? Well, it sounds like he’s throwing in with the virgin-impregnating god. I mean, I don’t know that for sure, but I just hear things, you know? He’s got a scorecard he uses, you see, and the bottom line is something about “doing her”. At least, that’s what he says. I don’t want to say what he means; that’s between him and whichever wife he has now, but he seems to have picked a god that lets you do pretty much anything and then forgives you . . . except if you eat an apple; eat an apple, and all bets are off.

Now, pundits, especially the foxtards variety, are good for one thing . . . it seems when our new President speaks, we can’t just listen to the words. Nope! We must wait for the foxtards pundits to dig out their special dictionary and tell us what the President meant to say. 

A bit inconvenient that; I’m used to listening to people and assuming they mean what they say. Not so, Bob. 

. . . I wonder if they had to take a class on Trump Twitter-speak . . . 

Now, I know what you are going to say . . . well, I don’t, but what some people say is that I should respect sleazy politicians, respect the office they lied to get into and respect the belief of them who serve up hate on a platter like it was some kind of delicacy.

Well, screw that! ‘Been respecting people for a powerful long time and look where it got me; religious folks being assholes and a crook in charge of it all.

I mean, I guess not all religious folks are assholes, but a mighty powerful number of them sure act and speak like assholes and the rest seem to go along. I would think people who don’t want to be painted with the same brush would kind of speak up and say something, but no; they march in goose-steps, heads held high, a bible under one arm and carrying a basket of hypocrisy with the other. Probably not all, but I’m having difficulty picking up the odd one here or there . . . must be my eyes going bad. 

And you know, I’m not saying the new President is a crook, you know? I just hear things, people saying things. I wouldn’t say those things because slimeballs and crooks are litigious little appendages and they now have the power of a country’s government behind them and sure as liquid excrement don’t seem to worry too much about that First Amendment  . . . other than when it benefits them.

And, sure, they say it’s not a great country, but still, big enough to give me some hurt, you know? Best just use something like Trump-speak. After all, it seems to work for him.

I don’t know . . . I suppose I have to root for the man doing well and actually help people who need help. 

Not confident, I am, but also don’t want to see him fail if it means lots of people getting hurt, you know. 

Like it or not, we are entering the world of TPP, and we need to adjust. What? No, not the trade deal; TPP => Twitter Policy Presidency. 

Still, it grates a bit, you know? Every bully, liar, opportunistic, scam artist with an inferiority complex and insecure about their private bits just learned what it takes to succeed. It takes no scruples, no class, no ethics, and calling everyone names without offering anything in way of substance. 

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying he’s done all them things; I’m just saying that’s what it apparently takes to win. That, and a political party that eight years ago I called cocky and overreaching and that I know have done things to hurt people’s futures and lives. It’s why today they find themselves out of power, you see; they forgot their main responsibilities as elected officials.

Just like these fellers are doing . . . they already forgot that less than half the people voted them into power. They speak of having a “mandate” and even invoking “god” as having handed them a great victory in their struggle toward fascism (god likes fascism; it based its whole doctrine on it). 

It will be interesting to see what the Trump administration will accomplish in the first 98 days in office. It’s a bit scary to contemplate as nothing I read offers any comfort or even an upside. The opposite, I think. 

Plus, now that they are in power, them Republican fiscal hawks are looking to open up the spigot and run up that debt that for so many years they warned would destroy the country and the country’s future. 

And, of course, like all good fascists, they are looking to take rights away from others and give themselves more power. All in the first 98 days.

What’s that? Why 98?

Well, he’s taking the weekend off, you see. We get a two days reprieve; rest up, it might be a tough slog. 

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