An Encounter with Senator John McCain

I never cared for Senator John McCain


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because he was a Republican, and Tricky Dicky Nixxon was a Republican. John McCain was also a member of what has become known as the “Keating Five.” McCain was even called “The Most Reprehensible of the Keating Five.” (https://www.phoenixnewtimes.com/news/mccain-the-most-reprehensible-of-the-keating-five-6431838)

Yet there he was running for the office of POTUS. I thought even less of him when he chose Sarah Palin to be his Vice Presidential running mate, for obvious reasons, as everyone now knows. He sunk even lower after the encounter which is detailed below.

After the election, which he lost, my thinking began to change because of comments he made about his opponent during the election. Chris Matthews,

on his MSNBC show, played a video I had not seen previously a short time before Senator McCain’s recent death. I have tried, in vain, to find the video, which could have been from the Al Smith dinner, on the internet, but this one, which I had previously seen, was located:

This, in the final analysis, is the measure of the man, a good man who made mistakes, and admitted making them. Although I did not care for his politics, in the same way I did not particularly care for the politics of my Republican Mother, with whom many political discussions were held over the course of our life. I have come to feel we, the Senator and I, could have discussed politics with both of us coming away with respect for the other, even though we disagreed on many issues. One learns, and grows, upon listening to the ideas of others, even if one does not agree with those ideas.

Senator John McCain was a war hero. Because he was the son of a prominent former Navy Admiral, John McCain, after being captured, was offered early release by the North Vietnamese. He refused. Senator John McCain was an honorable man. It has galled hearing the clearly insane man who now occupies the highest office in the land, Donald PoppinJay Trump,


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make disparaging comments about Senator John McCain. PoppinJay Trump demeaned himself while attempting to demean Senator John McCain. The Trumpster did not serve his country because he had a “bone spur.” Many children of the wealthy obtained some kind of deferment for many different reasons. PoppinJay Trump is the only one I ever heard of who skated out of ‘Nam with a “bone spur.” Donald PopinJay Trump does not belong in the same room with Senator John McCain.

John McCain deserves all the accolades he will be given. The traitor Donald PopinJay Trump deserves a cell in prison.

I cannot tell you exactly when the following occurred but because it involves someone as prominent as Senator John McCain the exact date can be obtained. From has been learned from my extensive research, which includes numerous studies of my brain, I realize memory is selective. Memories can be jumbled, conflated and inflated. What is known, however, is the more emotional a memory the longer lasting it will become. I have met a president but this is the closest I have come to a Senator.

Jim Peay, the fine dispatcher at Checker Cab Company in Atlanta, Georgia, in the mid-1980’s, asked me over the radio to call him on the phone. Since I needed to come by the shop to “gas-up” with propane there was no need to make the call. CCC was always trying new things and this was the latest. When I drove for CCC during the olympics in 1996 they were using Compressed Natural Gas, usually shortened to CNG. Jim said, “Mike, Senator John McCain’s group needs to be picked-up at the Atlanta Histerical (Historical) Center (http://www.atlantahistorycenter.com/) and they need five cabs, all going to the airport. Since you are probably the only cab driver who has been to the place I want you to get there early and direct the others because there are five different pick-up points. McCain will be the last to leave so you should be able to see each one gets off. Radio me when each one leaves. You got that?!”

“Yeah, Jim, I got it,” I said. The tank was filled and immediately headed to the ‘Head…

I directed the other cabs, calling Jim each time one left. “One down, four to go!” Jim said, counting down until it was, “Four down and Bacon, YOUR’RE IT!”

There were limo’s there, but it was Buckhead; limo’s were everywhere, and I thought nothing off it because not a night went by without seeing at least one limo in action. Then the Senator appeared. I dropped the cigarette and stubbed it out. The Senator came out an unexpected door just to my upper front left side. The Senator was surrounded by people. Then someone broke off from the group and walked toward me as the Senator and his entourage continued walking straight toward the limo in front of me. “The Senator has decided to take alternate transportation,” he stated.

I was stunned speechless for about a nano second before erupting, “That will be a three dollar void fee!” The poor young fellow put his hands in his pockets, bringing them out empty. He shrugged before saying, “I don’t have any money.”

“Then you better get it from one of those wealthy people with you,” I said. He turned, walking briskly toward the group. He said something to them before returning to inform me they had no cash, either. Just as he ended Senator John McCain was entering the limo. He turned to me and raised his hand, giving me the peace sign along with a smile.

Beyond livid, I gave him the finger!

I will never forget the shocked look on his face. The others began hurriedly scrambling, some getting into the limo and others heading in different directions, double time. “You better come up with some money you cheap S.O.B. or I’ll have you arrested!” I shouted, as he backed away before turning and running toward the last car, which pulled away at a high rate of speed as soon as he entered. The door was not completely closed as they made their getaway…

As they pulled away I got into the cab and made the call to the dispatcher. “Jim,” I said, “The Senator decided to take alternate transportation.”

“What?!” came the reply.

“Yeah, and I did not even get a void fee,” I said.

“Well I’ll be goddamned,” was his reply. He added, “I don’t believe this SHIT!” What he said was a violation of FCC rules and he could have been fired for saying it on air. He was not fired because how could they have terminated the man when, after hearing the story, they would have probably said the same thing.

As I headed out of the Histerical Center Jim called me saying, “Mike, the only call I’m holding is a little old lady at a grocery store in Brookhaven.”

“I’ll take it, Jim. At least I know she will be there,” was the response.

The sweet woman was not going too far, something for which she apologized. “You do not have to apologize lady, it’s part of my job. You need to get home, don’t you?” She smiled and I told her the story of my recent encounter with “fame.” When I came to the end she said, “Good for you!”

She had a trunk load and lived on the top floor of a three story apartment, so up I went, making several trips. When the last bag was put down she opened a change purse like my grandmother used and took out a quarter. “I’m so sorry I cannot give you more,” she said.

This made me think of something Johnny Jones, an old man who had driven for Buckhead Safety since it began after World War II, said when I came into the office the first week of driving, bitchin’ because someone did not give me a tip. He looked me stright in the eye and said, “I’m happy if they just give me what’s on the meter, ’cause some of ’em don’t.”

“Ma’am,” I began, “You gave me more that a United States Senator, and for that I am grateful.” She smiled sweetly as I took my leave…

The following Monday I was called into the office, which was crowded. It was a family owned company and it looked more like a family reunion than an office. I had yet to meet some of these people because they did not often come to the place. Upon entering I was told to “sit-down.” A seat directly in front of the owner who ran the company was pointed out, so I took it. The owner looked at me and said, “Is it true you gave the finger to US Senator John McCain?”

“Yes sir,” I answered. He was quiet for a moment while staring into my eyes…”Well,” he said, “Don’t every flip-off a US Senator again.”

There was a three or four second delay until the room ERUPTED IN LAUGHTER! Then, one by one, they all shook my hand, saying things like, “I’ll be damned,” and, “If that don’t beat all,” and “I just wanted to meet the man who gave the bird to Senator John McCain!”

I was no longer driving when CCC had their fiftieth anniversary party but was invited. I was the only person in attendance who was not actually working for the company or a family member of someone who was working, or owned, the company. There was a drawing with many items given away. The last was a really nice CCC jacket. The son of the owner pulled out a slip we had signed and looked me straight in the eye. Then he turned to the supervisor, my friend TDub, handing him the paper. He drew another and it was the husband of one of the long-term employees.

TDub walked over and said, “Mike…” I cut him off. “I know it was my name Rick drew, TDub.”

“How did you know?” TDub asked.

“Because he looked right at me.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” he said. “You don’t mind?”

“No, because in his place I probably would’ve done the same.” My friend smiled.

Fast forward some years to when the Olympics were held in Atlanta. CCC had purchased many brand spankin’ new Crown Vics running on CNG, one of which was for me. Because I was a “new” driver this caused extremely hard feelings among some of the current drivers because there were not enough new taxis for every driver and every driver wanted one. Some were outraged and things were said, not only to me. One driver in particular was very vocal, causing dissension in the ranks. TDub took the man aside and gave him the facts of life. Later the man approached while putting CNG into the cab, and I feared trouble. He got right up in my face and said, “You really give the bird to Senator John McCain?” he asked.

“Yes sir, I did.”

“He extended his hand while saying, “Well I’ll be damned. If that don’t beat all…I don’t know what does!” As we shook hands he said, “I hope you can forgive me for the things I said. I didn’t know…”

“I accept your apology, sir. Now let’s go put some money in our pockets!” He grinned.

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Trump Plays Whack-A-Mole Seventeen Hours a Day

POTUS: “What kind of lawyer would tape a client?”

Lawrence O’Donnell: “To which the only reasonable reply is, what kind of an idiot would have a lawyer who would tape a client?”

Lawrence O’Donnell Predicts The Humiliating Way Donald Trump’s Presidency May End
It involves the Secret Service.

By Lee Moran

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/lawrence-odonnell-donald-trump-presidency_us_5b6e8a5de4b0ae32af98414e

“The man (Lebron James) is trying to help at risk children by opening doors for them is being attacked by the man who put children at risk by locking them in cages.” – Stephanie Ruhle

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http://www.msnbc.com/velshi-ruhle/watch/first-lady-melania-trump-sides-with-lebron-james-over-her-husband-1293130307758

Stunning Criticism Of LeBron James And The Funding For The I Promise School

BY Jerry Barca

https://www.forbes.com/sites/jerrybarca/2018/08/12/stunning-criticism-of-lebron-james-and-the-funding-for-the-i-promise-school/#6839c07b22d5

“For a President who plays more whack-A-Mole

than 3D Chess

color me skeptical.”Nichole Wallace sitting in for Rachel Maddow on TRMS, 7/31/18

Putting this post together caused me to reflect upon an incident which occurred too long ago. My youngest sister and I were talking about favorite actors with our Mother. She mentioned something about Rock Hudson and Lynnette said, “You know he was gay, right?” Mother’s response was, “Well what’s wrong with being happy?” Lynnette and I looked at each other before laughing. “What is it?” out Mother asked. When Lynnette was finally able to respond, she said, “Mother, gay means homosexual.”

“Oh my goodness,” Mother said. “When did they change it?” “Why did they change it?” More laughter followed…

Definition’s change, so I headed to the internet to learn if there were other definitions of Whack-A-Mole. There were:

Whack-A-Mole

Definition – What does Whack-A-Mole mean?

IT professionals and others might use the term “whack-a-mole” to describe a process where a pervasive problem keeps recurring after it is supposedly fixed, or any situation where some type of undesirable outcome is recurring. This term is based on a metaphor where an arcade game called Whac-A-Mole invites players to hit a series of pop-up animals with a mallet.
https://www.techopedia.com/definition/31549/whack-a-mole

Top definition

whack-a-mole

While jerking off a man, with the free hand you hit the tip of the cock with an open palm as if you are playing the popular carnival game “whack-a-mole”.
I’m so pissed at Tommy for flirting with that fat broad at the bar. When we go home I’m going to jerk him off “whack-a-mole” style.
#jerk off#jack off#jackoff#beat off#choking the chicken#toss off#wack off#whack off#beat the meat
by WeezieCletusBBH May 02, 2009

2

whack a mole

to sit on a turd that has begun to crown in an effort not to shit oneself.
yesterday i had to play whack a mole at work, i was all alone and the damn customer wouldnt leave.
#turtle#turd#shit#game#crown
by elac the great October 07, 2011

3

whack-a-mole

to ejaculate, jack off
I was playing whack-a-mole last night to that Ciara video
by big ang May 03, 2005

4

Whack a Mole

Whack a mole is an exciting game that requires one male and at least three females. The females bend over with their pants at their knees, from this they proceed to pop turtle heads out of their assholes. As soon as a turtle head pops out the male is responsible for “whacking the mole” with his cock. This game is preferably done with freaky Asian girls.
Dude what did you do last night? Owe just played whack a mole with the chinese student association.
#poop dick#freaky asian#three some#cock#mole#turtle head
by hans vienermen November 11, 2009

5

whack-a-mole

While fucking doggy-style, right as the guy is about to cum the girl smacks him in the nuts through her legs and shouts “Whack-a-mole!”
Guy: I’m gonna cum, baby!

Girl: Whack-a-mole!

Guy: AAAUUUGGGGHHHHH! FUCK!

Girl: I love you.
#whack-a-molin#doggy-style#dirty sanchez#hot karl#rusty trombone
by Jive Bandit August 11, 2010

6

whack-a-mole drugs

A whack-a-mole consists of taking a huge mole (tobacco and weed in a bong bowl) and breathing the smoke into a balloon filled with whippit vapor (nitrous oxide) and inhaling/exhaling into the balloon until you’re forced to breathe oxygen.
“Wow did you see that bro last night? Dude took too many whack-a-moles and yakked and then passed out….holy shit man.”
#weed#bong#whippit#nitrous#laughing gas#hardcore#tobacco#balloons#fucked up#marijuana#crack cocaine sometimes
by winterfell August 19, 2011

7

whackamole sex

the art of using ones penis to stimulate their partner’s clitoris as if playing a game of whack-a-mole with a mallet.

Clitoris=Mole
Penis=Mallet
Jane absolutely hated when Dick would play whackamole on her in bed.
by gr8s8n August 17, 2003

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=whack-a-mole

Are We Just “Pawns in the Chess Game?”


A protest against the election of Trump outside the US embassy, London, November 2016

Ben Stansall/AFP/Getty Images

This is taken from the transcript of the Chris Hayes show on MSNBC. The headline:

Sen. Feinstein: This ‘isn’t Nazi Germany’

Every single Senate Democrat has now signed on to a bill introduced by Senator Dianne Feinstein to bar the Trump administration from splitting up families at the border.Jun.18.2018

https://www.msnbc.com/all-in/watch/sen-feinstein-this-isn-t-nazi-germany-1258688067865

HAYES: So then tell me this, what is the endgame here from your
perspective? It seems to me that the White House quite explicitly is
essentially using these children as hostages to try to get Democrats to
give in to a variety of demands they have on restricting legal immigration
as part of a legislative package. Is that something you`re willing to
entertain?

FEINSTEIN: Well, I think that`s exactly right. Of course, we`re willing
to entertain a legislative package if it makes sense but don`t hold
children hostage. I mean, you don`t have to take 2,500 children from their
parents to get support for something. I mean, that`s bizarre and it`s hard
for me to believe that even President Trump would want to do that. It`s
just bizarre.

HAYES: Well, he pretty clearly does want to do it, at least as advisors
do. I mean you have John Kelly talking about how it`s a deterrent. You
have Stephen Miller giving on-the-record quotes about how it`s a deterrent.
Jeff Sessions saying the Romans 13 commands us to obey the laws of man in a
godly fashion. I mean, there does seem to be a part of this administration
that knows what they`re doing.

FEINSTEIN: Well, this is the United States of – I mean, United States of
America, isn`t Nazi Germany and there`s a difference. And we don`t take
children from their parents until now. And yes, I think it`s such a sad
day. People are so upset. I just read a wonderful letter to the editor by
Laura Bush. I can`t believe that this is happening in the United States
and the President insists so we, of course, will do everything we can to
pass a bill which would prohibit this.
http://www.msnbc.com/transcripts/all-in/2018-06-18

With all due respect to the Senator from California, if the POTUS walks like a Nazi, talks like a Nazi, acts like a Nazi, and howls like a Nazi, we have become Nazi’s. The RepublicaNazi Trump administration is redolent with the acrid smell of Nazism.

Consider the article, It Can Happen Here, by Cass R. Sunstein in the June 28, 2018 issue of the New York Review of Books,.

They Thought They Were Free: The Germans, 1933–45
by Milton Mayer, with a new afterword by Richard J. Evans
University of Chicago Press, 378 pp., $20.00 (paper)

Broken Lives: How Ordinary Germans Experienced the Twentieth Century
by Konrad H. Jarausch
Princeton University Press, 446 pp., $35.00

‘National Socialist,’ circa 1935; photograph by August Sander from his People of the Twentieth Century. A new collection of his portraits, August Sander: Persecuted/Persecutors, will be published by Steidl this fall.

Liberal democracy has enjoyed much better days. Vladimir Putin has entrenched authoritarian rule and is firmly in charge of a resurgent Russia. In global influence, China may have surpassed the United States, and Chinese president Xi Jinping is now empowered to remain in office indefinitely. In light of recent turns toward authoritarianism in Turkey, Poland, Hungary, and the Philippines, there is widespread talk of a “democratic recession.” In the United States, President Donald Trump may not be sufficiently committed to constitutional principles of democratic government.

In such a time, we might be tempted to try to learn something from earlier turns toward authoritarianism, particularly the triumphant rise of the Nazis in Germany in the 1930s. The problem is that Nazism was so horrifying and so barbaric that for many people in nations where authoritarianism is now achieving a foothold, it is hard to see parallels between Hitler’s regime and their own governments. Many accounts of the Nazi period depict a barely imaginable series of events, a nation gone mad. That makes it easy to take comfort in the thought that it can’t happen again.

But some depictions of Hitler’s rise are more intimate and personal. They focus less on well-known leaders, significant events, state propaganda, murders, and war, and more on the details of individual lives. They help explain how people can not only participate in dreadful things but also stand by quietly and live fairly ordinary days in the midst of them. They offer lessons for people who now live with genuine horrors, and also for those to whom horrors may never come but who live in nations where democratic practices and norms are under severe pressure.

Milton Mayer’s 1955 classic They Thought They Were Free, recently republished with an afterword by the Cambridge historian Richard J. Evans, was one of the first accounts of ordinary life under Nazism. Dotted with humor and written with an improbably light touch, it provides a jarring contrast with Sebastian Haffner’s devastating, unfinished 1939 memoir, Defying Hitler, which gives a moment-by-moment, you-are-there feeling to Hitler’s rise. (The manuscript was discovered by Haffner’s son after the author’s death and published in 2000 in Germany, where it became an immediate sensation.)* A much broader perspective comes from Konrad Jarausch’s Broken Lives, an effort to reconstruct the experience of Germans across the entire twentieth century. What distinguishes the three books is their sense of intimacy. They do not focus on historic figures making transformative decisions. They explore how ordinary people attempted to navigate their lives under terrible conditions.

Haffner’s real name was Raimund Pretzel. (He used a pseudonym so as not to endanger his family while in exile in England.) He was a journalist, not a historian or political theorist, but he interrupts his riveting narrative to tackle a broad question: “What is history, and where does it take place?” He objects that most works of history give “the impression that no more than a few dozen people are involved, who happen to be ‘at the helm of the ship of state’ and whose deeds and decisions form what is called history.” In his view, that’s wrong. What matters are “we anonymous others” who are not just “pawns in the chess game,” because the “most powerful dictators, ministers, and generals are powerless against the simultaneous mass decisions taken individually and almost unconsciously by the population at large.” Haffner insists on the importance of investigating “some very peculiar, very revealing, mental processes and experiences,” involving “the private lives, emotions and thoughts of individual Germans.”

The conclusion of the review:

“If the president of the United States is constantly lying, complaining that the independent press is responsible for fake news, calling for the withdrawal of licenses from television networks, publicly demanding jail sentences for political opponents, undermining the authority of the Department of Justice and the Federal Bureau of Investigation, magnifying social divisions, delegitimizing critics as “crooked” or “failing,” and even refusing, in violation of the law, to protect young children against the risks associated with lead paint—well, it’s not fascism, but the United States has not seen anything like it before.

With our system of checks and balances, full-blown authoritarianism is unlikely to happen here, but it would be foolish to ignore the risks that Trump and his administration pose to established norms and institutions, which help preserve both order and liberty. Those risks will grow if opposition to violations of long-standing norms is limited to Democrats, and if Republicans laugh, applaud, agree with, or make excuses for Trump—if they howl with the wolf.

In their different ways, Mayer, Haffner, and Jarausch show how habituation, confusion, distraction, self-interest, fear, rationalization, and a sense of personal powerlessness make terrible things possible. They call attention to the importance of individual actions of conscience both small and large, by people who never make it into the history books. Nearly two centuries ago, James Madison warned: “Is there no virtue among us? If there be not, we are in a wretched situation. No theoretical checks—no form of government can render us secure.” Haffner offered something like a corollary, which is that the ultimate safeguard against aspiring authoritarians, and wolves of all kinds, lies in individual conscience: in “decisions taken individually and almost unconsciously by the population at large.”

The full review can be found at http://www.nybooks.com/articles/2018/06/28/hitlers-rise-it-can-happen-here/

Dubya on Trumpster

George W. Bush Reportedly Sounds Off On Trump: ‘Sorta Makes Me Look Pretty Good’

Former president zings Trump in candid comments.
By Ed Mazza
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/george-w-bush-donald-trump-makes-me-look-good_us_5a9e124ae4b0479c025656fa

How bad would a POTUS have to be to make George Dubya Bush, a man I’ve come to think of as a lesser version of Mad magazine’s eponymous Alfred E. Newman

“look good?”

“Because the truth is that, during his amazingly inept administration, there is only one thing at which Bush had been diabolically efficient and that happened to be the systematic destruction of his own country.
It was easy to understand that as a particularly lethal combination of arrogance and stupidity, laziness and greed. Or it could be interpreted as apocalyptic evangelism run amok. Or we might have focused on the corporations that had him in their pockets or the neocons or…there were so many explanations. None of which really satisfied my desire to grasp how Bush managed to sabotage his own country in such a virulent way. Here was a man who willfully ignored all signs of the terrorist attacks about to be launched on American territory. A man who squandered the goodwill of the world by disastrously invading a country that posed no threat to America’s security. Who proved more adept at ravishing foreign lands than rescuing compatriots decimated by a hurricane. Who had bankrupted future generations with his inane tax cut. Who had tried to destroy what was left of his land’s social welfare net. Who looked away when people were tortured in the name of America.
It was hard to believe back then that an incompetence so drastic and so persistent was not deliberate.” – From Chapter 11. Mission Akkomplished: From Comrade Bush to Tovarisch Trump, of the book, Homeland Security Ate My Speech: Messages From the End of the World,

by Ariel Dorfman.

A POTUS, any POTUS, would have to sink to a low so deep as to make the Grand Canyon look like a pot hole.

A POTUS, any POTUS, would have to sink to a low so deep as to make HELL seem like up.

Flying High With The Trumpster

In a few hours the Trumpster will be flying into Atlanta for the big mainball game being played in the new Mercedes-Benz Stadium.

To him it must seem like he is headed to where the action is, just like in his Playboy daze

except now he is a Senior citizen worried about how large are his hands,

and if it still works. It has been written the Trumpster is in bed by six thirty at night, curled up with FOX news. Long gone are the late nights spent with a foxy lady…Wonder why the old man is flying South when he could just flip over to the game if the fairly unbalanced FOX (what) NEWS becomes too wearying for him.

I was born and raised in the Atlanta metro area and the Chess Champion of Atlanta from 1974-1976. Like most natives of Atlanta it bothered me when, about a year ago, the Trumpster pulled this out of his ass:

Trump tweeted : “Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on fixing and helping his district, which is in horrible shape and falling apart (not to mention crime infested) rather than falsely complaining about the election results.”

http://abcnews.go.com/Sports/wireStory/falling-trumps-insults-forgotten-atlanta-52191165

Excuse me, I meant to write the Twit in Chief tweeted out of his ass! Like many others I have taken umbrage at what has come spewing forth from the deranged mind of our POTUS.

This is taken from the new book by Donna Brazile, Hacks: The Inside Story of the Break-ins and Breakdowns That Put Donald Trump in the White House,

a fellow Southerner from the Great state of Louisiana:

“On July 27, the day before Hillary accepted the nomination, Trump addressed a press conference in Miami where he suggested that the hackers also had emails Hillary had deleted from her private server. “By the way, if they hacked, they probably have her thirty-three thousand emails. I hope they do,” he said. “They probably have her thirty-three thousand email that she lost and deleted because you’d see some beauties there…Russia, if you’re listening, I hope you’re able to find the thirty thousand emails that are missing. I think you will be rewarded mightily by our press.” He was encouraging a hostile foreign power to commit a crime against his opponent.”

Almost sixty-four million Americans voted for this obvious con man and the question of why so many people voted for a mentally ill person needs to be answered before there is another election and someone even worse than this pathetic loser is chosen to be POTUS. Let US be honest, the only reason the deranged TrumPet

is still holding onto office is because the RepublicaNazi’s control both houses of Congress. The Repubs know Trump is bonkers, but they cling to power like a drowning man clings to anything that floats.

Trump and The Losers are mired in the past because they are old as the hills. They are not forward looking but people living in the past, attempting to turn back the clock. We The People have changed, with the legalization of marijuana being a prime example. California is big enough to take a page out of Nancy Reagan’s book and “Just Say No.”

Yet the TrumPet’s, like Jeff Sessions, insist on stopping the will of the people.

http://www.cnn.com/2018/01/07/opinions/jeff-sessions-marijuana-move-bad-for-him-chernis-opinion/

That is simply not possible, unless Putin’s puppet decides to unleash enough nuclear weapons to return the survivors to the stone age.