Dust. . .

I want nothing. I need nothing. I have nothing to offer. I am an empty space. I am a sunless day and a moonless night. I long only for anonymity. I fold my arms and turn my back on the world. I am alone always. I don't shout. I don't cry. I don't whisper. I have no thoughts. I have no words. I am nightmare and dream. I am yesterday.

I am a chalk mark on a slate board. I am white on black and black on white. I am sand on a beach. I am quiet. I am silence. I am surrender. No gravity. No center. No purpose. No hope. No regret. I am defined by my futility. I am almost gone. I am uninterested. I am disembodied. I am not your friend and never was. I am not special. I am warm breath on cold glass. I am a cave wall. I am DNA. I am dust.

From the Life of a President Elect

Exit Poll Questionnaire

EXIT POLL QUESTIONNAIRE

I voted for Donald Trump because I am. . .

A] a racist.
B] a misogynist.
C] anti-Muslim.
D] anti-immigrant.
E] a good Republican.
F] a fascist.
G] completely clueless.
H] all of the above.
 

The Wise Responsible Adult Choice

If Donald Trump is elected president next Tuesday it will be as much the fault of progressive Democrats who insist on "voting their consciences" as the fault of the bigoted, clueless bunch of bozos who currently call themselves Republicans. There, I said it. Please, please, please. Don't throw away your vote.  Swallow your pride, put your fragile little egos on ice for a while, and vote for Clinton. Bernie Sanders supports her and so does Elizabeth Warren.

Don't stay home. Don't vote for Jill Stein (or, God help us, Gary Johnson!). She can't win, but voting for her might take enough votes from Clinton to put a unstable, narcissistic, fascist demagogue in the White House. A Trump presidency would be the death of the progressive movement and of everything Ms. Stein and her Green supporters hold dear. If you care about your country you'll vote Democratic. Strike a blow for American democracy and make the wise, responsible, adult choice.

You're good people, I know you are. You have live hearts and active brains and you want to do the right thing. Don't do the wrong thing for the right reason. The only effective way to stand up to an evil sonofabitch like Trump is to support the one person with a legitimate shot of stopping him and his legion of racists, misogynists, homophobes, religious bigots, and gun toting douche bags from taking over the United States government, and that person is Hillary Clinton. It is not the choice between the lesser of two evils, it is the choice between a great evil and someone you've been taught and trained to dislike over the course of twenty-five years by the right wing media..

Of course, I'm not telling you anything that you don't know already. This is not your ordinary, run of the mill election. If things turn out badly we won't get Mitt Romney or John McCain or George W. Bush or Bob Dole, we will get Donald Trump. Think about that for a moment. Think about the last eighteen months. Think about every nasty, vindictive, misinformed, ignorant piece of verbal vomit that has ever fallen out of this man's big fat stupid mouth. Do you really want to say that you didn't do everything possible to prevent such a disreputable piece of human garbage from becoming the most powerful person in the world?

Whatever mistakes or missteps a Clinton administration might make, the country will survive. In four years there will be another presidential election and you can choose someone better to your liking to be the leader of the free world. If Trump is elected I'm not so sure that will be the case. Clinton isn't perfect -- she's a hawk militarily and she's far too cozy with Wall Street -- but she's intelligent, experienced, hardworking, and a believer in democratic government. And, at the moment, she's the only viable option sane voters have. It isn't rocket science, guys.

Politics is the art of the possible. Don't throw away what little power you possess on a Utopian dream. The Green Party will never hold a single reign of power. Not this year, not next year, not in a hundred years. This is not the time for a protest vote or to reject the system outright. Moral victories are illusionary victories at best and of no use whatsoever to those of us who live in the real world. To hell with your conscience. And to hell with Susan Sarandon. I'm sorry to be so blunt -- I actually like Susan Sarandon -- but I get like that when I'm frightened. And at the moment I am scared shitless.

Three Drumpf Jokes

THREE DRUMPF JOKES:

1
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Donald Trump.
Ha, ha, ha. (No further punch line required.)

2
How many Trumps does it take to screw in a light bulb?
One to grab 'em by the pussy.
One to attempt to do the job himself.
One to screw up the job despite assurances that he is the best light bulb screwer-inner in the history of the world.
One to hire an electrician to do the job properly.
One to refuse to pay the electrician after the job is completed.
One to hire fifteen attorneys to defend himself in court when the electrician sues him for his fee.
One to bad mouth the judge at his subsequent trial.
One to bribe the state Attorney General not to investigate his bad mouthing the judge.
One to blame everything on Muslims, Mexicans, Blacks, Gays, Democrats, or a Clinton.
One to notify the Russian mob.
And twenty-five surrogates to spin the whole sordid affair on television the next day.

3
Donald Trump, a rabbi, a priest, and an 800 pound gorilla walk into a bar. The priest orders a beer, the rabbi a glass of red wine, and the gorilla a soft drink. The bar tender  looks at Trump and asks him what he would like to drink? "Nothing" Trump says. "I want to keep both hands free for pussy grabbing." The priest blesses himself. The rabbi looks embarrassed. And the gorilla grunts and sits down anywhere he wants. "Okay" the bar tender says. "But there's a twenty-five dollar cover charge. "No problem" Trump replies. "I'll have my charitable foundation write you a check. Oh, and I'll pay the gorilla's tab too. He helped me prep for the last debate. I owe him big time. For that. . . sniff. . . and for the coke."

Another Day in America

Another terrorist attack.

Another mass shooting.

Another unarmed black man murdered by the police.

Another racist, misogynist, or outrageously ignorant and illogical tweet from Herr Drumpf or one of his cronies.

Another televised protest.

Another panel of white people on FOX News analyzing the situation.

Another season of Dancing with the Stars.

Another day in America.

I am the Anti-Everything

 I am the anti-everything. A song no one will ever sing.
My smile is a frown. My dance step is falling down.

My jokes will make you weep. And my enthusiasm put you to sleep.

I grimace instead of wink. And I don't care what you think.

I am the anti-everything. A bird with neither beak or wing.
My creed is non-belief. My greatest joy is an acceptance of grief.

My profile is chiseled in the mud. And my portrait painted in blood.

I am a most peculiar man. And I don't give a good god damn.

I am the anti-everything. A poet priest and philosopher king.
My light is the lack of light. My blindness is my only insight.

My holy book is a blank page. And I haven't mellowed with age.

I am the salt sullied sea. And I am no one but me.

I am the anti-everything. A butterfly kiss and a bee sting.
My comfort is distress. My attempt at order is a holy mess.

My whisper is a clarion call. And my doorway a thick stone wall.       
I am a heart alone on a shelf. And I am apt to repeat myself. . .

I am the anti-everything. A song no one will ever sing.
My smile is a frown. My dance step is falling down.

My jokes will make you weep. And my enthusiasm put you to sleep.

I grimace instead of wink. And I don't care what you think.