The Inescapable Return of Donald Trump

Donald Trump is a disgrace to America and a verified liar in the specific; and yet, I cannot get over this obligation of wonder that he has never left the consciousness of America. He is resurrected. He will return. Vengeance against us will be his. Trump still rules us from afar. He decides us. His hold over the feeble-minded, and the uneducated, is as strong as ever after his election loss and yet, for some reason, he is immaculately venerated by those he reviles. Does any reasonable person paying attention to abortion rights, the evisceration of voting rights, and the incongruous dismantling of OSHA worker protections not believe the game is already set and staged for a victorious Trump return in 2024? It appears to be all but inevitable now. The one chance we had to stop him — by standing up to the GOP in the Senate — failed miserably and miraculously. The Democrats are a proud, but unwily, gang of magnificent losers.

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The Meaning of Eid Ma Clack Shaw

Music serves many purposes in life. It can sooth us, heal us, and sometimes just distract us or put us in a better mood by bringing us to think about situations in life with a different perspective. I have recently been listening to a musician named Bill Callahan and wanted to bring a song called “Eid Ma Clack Shaw” to your attention.

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The Nigger Disconnect and the Obama Trope

Is Barack Obama a figurehead Chia Pet for commercial exploitation?  Or is he more substantial than heroin on the street? What is the Obama trope and how does it extend into our lives and flay us from the minority interest and the “Nigger Disconnect?”

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Nightmares and Oversleeping

I love to sleep.

I do it every day.

When my head hits the pillow I’m asleep and five hours later I’m awake.

No problem.

The sleep trouble comes when I decide to sleep in an hour or two.

The nightmares start after hour five.

I am visited by ghosts from the past and awful memories that trigger a racing heart and night sweats.

I have no idea why this happens but I do my best not to oversleep because the terrors are real and terrific.


Dreams are okay
as long as they pay.