One Can Dream...

 

Hi!

So the guy they are calling the president of the united states went to the funeral of one of his bootlickers to have a nap, struggle up to a pulpit, vomit some incoherent gibberish, knock on the casket like he's checking to see if its ripe, and shit his pants causing the guy behind him to almost lose his lunch.

Got it.

I'm not sure what they are waiting for. The 'they' that have the power to do something about this shitshow. The 'they' that have the ability to put a stop this abomination of an administration. The 'they' that could stop pandering to the pedophile. The 'they' that could stop appeasing this absolute imbecile. The 'they' that are supposed to work for their citizens, their constituents, you know, the people who voted for them and pay their salaries. You know, THOSE people. 

I mean, the tangerine potato has the brain function of a gnat, but at least he's not all the way dead like his buddy, McConnell. 

This grotesque game of hide the corpse is beyond ridiculous. How long can they keep up the charade? My guess is just after the deadline of being able to run a special election to fill his seat. Soooo, probably on August 3rd, or shortly thereafter, there will be an announcement of his 'sudden' death. 

It's just gross... really.

I mean, I hope I'm wrong.......

You know the worst thing? McConnell himself, the evil subhuman troll that he is, would likely approve of the manipulation, deception, and complete bullshittery. Sidestepping the will of the people was kind of his jam. All you have to do is look at how the last two appointments to the Supreme court happened.

Anyway.....

The good news is that this is the last evil asshole thing that McConnell will ever be able to do. Another piece of good news is the tangerine potato probably isn't far behind. He seems to be hanging on by a thread... and not a very strong one, at that.

He's but a stumble away....

So many truly decent people never get to grow old. It's really too bad that longevity isn't determined by the kind of life you live while strolling the planet. Then, the kindest, most generous, and empathetic of us would live the longest. Those who perpetuate evil would never live long enough to do much damage.

In a perfect world....

One can dream....

In the meantime, I wonder what would happen if someone with a legit reason for being in the same hospital as Mitch is being refrigerated in, could just start up casual conversations with maintenance workers, orderlies, kitchen workers, you know, the invisible service workers. Somebody who knows is just waiting to tell the story. It's simply a matter of finding that somebody, and listening close. 

If you are that somebody, be a hero and tell the truth about what's happening. Be the hero the world needs right now. No cape required. 

One can dream...

How Much Longer,,,,,,

 

Hi!

So how much longer do you think we have to pretend that Mitch McConnell is alive? Weekend at Bernie's has turned into 6 weeks with Bernie. It's beyond ridiculous. If people thought I was dead, I can think of at least 10 things I could do to reassure them that I am indeed alive and well, and that's just off the top of my head.

I don't have a staff, an entire team of people working for me that ALL have cameras in their pockets, that ALL have access to some sort of method of live streaming, that ALL have the ability to call literally ANY news outlet, hell ALL the news outlets and schedule a press briefing so McConnell himself could make a documented public appearance.

I don't have any of those people, but I could do it anyway. And I'm just me. 

I completely understand that there needs to be confidentiality with medical information, but I find it hard to believe that being dead is a medical condition, or that being functionally alive is either. 

We aren't asking for details. Just, is he alive and functional, or is he, by legal or practical standards, dead?

I get that the GOP is trying desperately to hang on to this seat. I get that they don't have a limit as to the levels of depravity they are willing to go to to keep it. I don't know what McConnell's relationship is with his three kids, but one would have to assume it's pretty bad at this point.

If he IS recovering from something, why haven't they visited him.... even once... in 6 weeks?

If he's dead, why haven't they fought for the dignity of his corpse. Are they just letting him lay in a morgue, or worse, letting him rot in a hospital bed hooked to machines to support the illusion of life?

Are they okay with any of this? If so, why? Promises from those even more powerful than dear old dad?

I can't imagine a world where I wouldn't visit my parent if they are in the hospital, recovering, even for a day.

I definitely can't imagine allowing ANYONE to treat my parent's death with such disdain, with such disrespect, with such absolute cold calculation. 

How much longer?

How much longer do we have to pretend that the United States of America has a real president?

He keeps attacking Canada like we've done anything but counter his actions. Like we've done anything but been a fantastic neighbour. He wants to punish us for not putting the US before our own country. Breaking news for you... you pay the tariffs he puts on other countries.

More breaking news, we have established and strengthened new trading partners so we can get to a place where we no longer have to deal with your nonsense at all... period. 

When you have forest fires, we send help, we don't blame you for the wind direction.

How much longer do we have to pretend that this bloated, brain-damaged, blithering, blob is some sort of "leader"?

How much longer?

When is enough, enough?

Somebody find out if McConnell is alive. Somebody grow a spine and do something about the squatter in the White house.

The world is sick of all of the clown show you call a government. 

At every turn, when we think... Okay this is going to be the thing that triggers some kind of action, going to make them DO something to stop this... we find out just how broken you are.

Your president is a pedophile and a rapist. One of the most powerful people in your senate is dead, and nobody seems to care enough to prove it. 

Clown show. 

Oh, For Cryin' Out Loud....

 

Hi,

Okay, Captain Asshat, you know, that narcissistic psychopathic pedophile white house squatter, went on camera and gave a, what I can only presume was meant to be a speech. 

Not only did he repeatedly whine about imaginary voter fraud and election manipulation from back in 2020, he followed it up by releasing documents that absolutely show that the only interference came from Russia and it was blatantly done to favour him. 

Aaaand, the elections he claims were fraudulent were under his watch. As he will never admit that the elections in which he won were tampered with, only the ones he lost, well, Obama and Biden were at the helm when he won. He lost in 2020... when HE was president. 

Another point. If "the left" is so crafty, and cheats so incredibly well, how the hell did he EVER get elected, let alone twice! If there is sooooooo much fraud and cheating, how is it that he is in office with the lowest approval rating in history?

Okay, even putting the whining aside, most of his speech was all kinds of drunk uncle, 2 am, sitting, drinking alone in the dark after everyone else had the sense to go home. 

Okay.... next.

Lindsay Graham. He died, and although I can empathize with those who cared for him, I am not of the belief that dying somehow turns you from a lousy, lying, hateful person into someone good. It just doesn't. Dying doesn't erase the harm done, the hateful words and actions that the person deliberately and viciously threw at vulnerable people, hoping to cause as much harm as possible. It just doesn't. 

Who you are in death is who you were in life. 

That whole, we shouldn't speak ill of the dead thing? Well, if you don't want people to speak ill of you when you go, don't be a dick while you live. Simple.

Next...

Mitch McConnell...

The 'proof of life' photo........ I mean.

Just show up in some sort of public setting, where people can witness that you are breathing, your heart is beating, and you have some semblance brain function without the aid of machines. 

For cryin' out loud, it shouldn't be that hard. 

Stream a live video. 

Put all the speculation to rest. 

It shouldn't be that hard at all, people do it all the time....

Unless, of course, you're dead, or worse.... the people surrounding you, love you, and are the closest of close people in your life, are keeping you hooked up to machines like some ghoulish marionette.

Next...

Threatening more tariffs on us because our forests are burning?

Got it.

When you are on fire we send, water bombers, firefighters, and all kinds of support, even when your are talking trash about us and threatening to annex us, we still help.

When we are on fire... you want to add more idiotic tariffs to the already ludicrous tariffs because we can't control wind and how smoke travels. 

Thanks, neighbour. This will be added to the 'elbows up' archives.

Please America, get your shit together and do something about this dumpster fire of an administration. He is ruining you. 

Internationally, you have gone from 'leader of the free world' to 'the WTF?!' flagship of the planet in a matter of a decade. 

To our sane neighbours to the south... hang in there, use your voice, use your votes... you got this.

Okay... Come On!!!!!

 

Hi,

Is it just me, or is the shitshow circus that is taking place south of the 49th reaching penguins doing brain surgery levels?

It blows my mind that there is an actual legitimate question whether or not THEE senior senator of the United States of America is dead and it's being covered up.

That's crazy.

I mean, if he's alive and able to carry on 20 minute telephone conversations, than he should be able to provide proof of life.... right?

Why was there no sense of urgency when the EMS people were there to bring him to the hospital?

Why were there lights but no sirens?

The whole thing is nuts. 

They aren't going to be able to hide whatever the hell is really going on for much longer. 

This weekend at Bernie's thing is down right ghoulish.

Don't get me wrong, Mitch McConnell is, or was, a horrible shitstain of a human being who actively and intentionally made life harder for everyone who are already working against a strong headwind. He seemed/seems to take pleasure in it. But, even with that, if he's dead, he's dead.

He should no longer be drawing a paycheck, he should be removed from the hospital, those who care about him should be allowed to start the process of grieving, and life should move on. 

Those who are pretending he is still a functioning member of the senate are committing fraud. Anyone spending his paychecks... fraud. 

Then there is the Grand Idiot Cheeto who confuses Nicki Minaj for one of his own cabinet members, Zelenskyy for Putin, and Iran with Japan. And that was just one day...

He continues to fall asleep, he needs to be guided by the elbow, because he tends to wonder off aimlessly, and never passes up an opportunity to make a fool of himself, spouting bullshit-laden nonsensical gibberish, the more cameras, the better.

And let's not lose sight of the fact that when you add up all of the horrible, stupid, corrupt, criminal, self-serving, idiotic things that this Orange moron has done as president, it doesn't hold the dimmest of candles to the atrocities he has perpetrated upon women and children.

What we see is but the edge of the black hole that is his excuse of a soul. 

Every truth will reach the surface. I just hope he lives long enough to reap the consequences.

Tick Tock

Well…That Was A...Thing...

 

Well, hi...

Sooooooo, according to the Giant Cheeto, these photos are filled with thousands of people, just like at his fair which isn't really a fair, or fare. 

Yup, Donny, the experimental drug sucking, demented narcissist thinks that he actually had a conversation with Teddy Roosevelt about the Panama Canal, and empty spaces are filled with people. 

He thinks throwing a party with sketchy power, little food, a single broken Ferris wheel, and a main stage that tries to kill the performers during a heat wave is a good idea. Not that anyone has shown up. I mean, when the number of people performing on stage vastly outnumbers the number of people in the 'crowd', well, that's just sad math, right there. 

Then there is the guy arrested for touching water... in a public space... with his hand... in broad daylight... on camera... and the bloated orange idiot wants to literally make a federal case out of it. This is, of course, after he pardoned a bunch of J-6ers that beat on cops, using flags as weapons. 

Then there's the fact that he is so hellbent on cheating in the upcoming midterms that he is holding affordable housing hostage because he wants to pass a bill that takes voting back at least 65 years. 

Then there is this relatively new player in the game of the bootlicker life, Natalie Harp. She's 35, not ugly, and is obviously broken. She leaves him private little notes, she makes sure to protect him from bad news as much as she can, and let's face it... that giant-ass bag she is always hauling around is not full of her stuff. It's the Cheeto's diaper bag. This feels like they are about one boiled rabbit away from finding her wearing one of his shitty diapers on her head as she straddles his body, his heart in her hand, whispering, "I love you, Daddy."

I know that's vivid, and a bit dark, but I'm a writer, so...

Then there is the mystery of the missing Mitch...

Where is the evil human turtle? He's supposedly in the hospital... recovering. I'm wondering if, at this point, who has his power of attorney as far as medical decisions go? Is the GOP pressuring family in any certain direction, or do they own him to the point that they are the ones who make the actual decisions? 

All in all, the shitshow dumpster fire that is the administration at the wheel of our neighbours to the south drums on.

Meanwhile on this side of the 49th...

Our Prime Minister celebrated Pride, FIFA, Canada Day, and the fact that our economy is taking a pretty positive turn!

Our house, the one in which the Prime Minister should be residing, is finally going to be repaired and restored to properly represent Canada with pride. 

Now, the little troll who lost his own riding in the last election is trying to fight this. Fighting finally fixing up the Prime Minister's residence while he lives, rent free, in a mansion, on our dime. Yeah....no. 

This maple maga moron, just needs to go away, find some job he's qualified for... I don't know... maybe a crash test dummy... and leave... move south if you like it so much... become the Cheeto's new chief diaper changer... just go. 

Soon, but not soon enough, sanity will, once again, prevail. Pedophiles and rapists will be imprisoned, water-touchers will be set free, Ukraine will be absolutely victorious, power will shift back to real people, accountability will sweep the world over, and children will read the history books and declare...

Well... that was a thing...

Looking Up....

 

Hi,

I do a lot of driving during my everyday life, and living in Saskatchewan, known for its living skies, you'll often find me pulled over to the side of the road taking photos. Most of the time, I don't don't even need to pull over, as there is literally no traffic. 

What I see depends on the time of day, the road I find myself on, weather, and when I choose to look up with real intention.

Of course you watch the road, you watch the ditches for wildlife with a death wish, but looking up, really looking up, is intentional. 

If we only look up when it's storming, if we only look up when it's dark, we miss the beauty that comes in between. 

It's graduation season, a time when new chapters begin in abundance. 

Choose to look up often so you see more than just the darkness, more than just the storms. Breathe in the beauty of what comes in between.

You may not have the power to change the sky, but you do have the power to decide in what direction you travel, and who you take a long for the ride. 

You're stepping into adulthood at a moment in history that feels different. It feels important, and the impact you can have on it may feel heavy... and it should.

You are a generation of inclusion, and acceptance, of kindness and compassion. These are not weaknesses, they are the strengths this world, our world, needs the most. 

Step up. Be ready. Be resilient. Be bold. Be brave. Be passionate. Be honest. Be trustworthy. Be collaborative. Be someone on which people can depend. Be a critical thinker. Be authentically and unapologetically every single bit of who you are.

This time in history is showing us what can happen when greed takes the wheel. Collectively, we are turning toward a lighter destination, but we need you to help us see it through.

The Grand Cheeto and all of his idiot friends will soon be gone... one way or another. Some will go to prison, some will slither back under the rocks from which they came, others will simply expire and cease to exist altogether. 

So.... look up... with intention. You decide your direction. 

Teetering... Tottering... And Floating Paint...

 

Hi!

So... G7...

You remember the song on Sesame Street? You know the one... "One of these things is not like the others, one of these things is not the same..."

Got it? Good.

On that note, the Cheeto Chump is definitely not like the others. Video after video shows him teetering and tottering, meandering in wrong directions, having no clue what is going on, fighting sleep, making the First Lady of France physically and visibly uncomfortable on more than one occasion, feeble handshakes using the spackled, swollen, stubby slab that hangs like an overcooked noodle at the end of his arm. He needed assistance to climb a single 6 inch step. He complained about the height of his chair, not being able to figure out how to raise it. Whining to the point that Mark Carney pulled a completely Canadian move and swapped his own chair for the one that outsmarted the current President of the United States.

He made a spectacle of signing the surrender to Iran seemingly believing he won the war crimes war that did nothing but raise prices on everything while costing American taxpayers billions of dollars. He walked away with nothing that wasn't there before he completely screwed everything up. 

This grotesque excuse of a human needs to be pummeled with the truth until it can break through his delusion that is thicker than the muck that is fighting to run through what used to be his veins. 

May he should go cool off his cankles in the Memorial Reflecting Pool he he somehow also managed to screw up.

I mean god forbid you listen to science... right?

Another 10 million dollars wasted.

Now he's trying to bleach out the self-induced algae bouquet that has blossomed so beautifully in the pool that was, once again, fine before he decided to make it a "priority." 

Now the paint he insisted upon has begun to literally float, in chunks, to the top. 

Could he just be fired and thrown in jail for raping children already? The world should not be made to endure looking at, or listening to this idiot any longer. Put him on trial, and send his evil ass to prison. 

Enough already.