Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Game changer! Women Voters Rallying Behind Trump

Women are starting to abandon Hillary Clinton and back her rival, billionaire Donald Trump, instead. Trump is surging in national polls, and additional support from women is helping to fuel his charge.
 Clinton is still leading Trump by 14 percent among female voters. But that’s nothing for Clinton to crow about — she’d previously been leading by 21 percent.
The shifting demographics bode well for Trump, and have helped him draw even with Clinton in several recent national polls.

While Obama won the support of women overall in his two White House campaigns, white women have increasingly been shifting toward the Republican Party in recent elections. Obama only won 42 percent of white women in 2012. Romney won 56 percent of white women, more than Bush and the party’s 2008 nominee, Sen. John McCain.

Well I'll be. Seems like women are more savvy than just voting for another female or worst just another demagogic  democrat  .

It's the economy stupid. 


  1. So, you're saying it's wonderful if women vote for a misogynistic and demagogic "republican" eh? So, Lisa, where in the hell are your principles?

    Never mind. I believe I already know the answer to that question.

  2. Get some new words in your vocabulary RN. Women are smarter than stupid ass talking points.
    What a predictable bore

  3. I do realize you are playing the game Lisa. But, you really ought to come back with something of substance to convince the millions who agree with rational women and men exactly why they should change their minds and support Drumpf. Other than just suggesting they play stupid.

  4. Following survey results released just today....

    1 out of 3 Clinton supporters are just as stupid as the other two....

    1. Breaking News... Researchers have just confirmed Rutherford Shackelford is dumber than the bag of rocks believed to be Drumpf's functioning brains.

  5. "It's the economy stupid." Love to hear your explanation of this turd.

  6. Look out you two nimrods.....after next Jan.20th President Donald J. Trump may order the IRS to audit you.

  7. Liberalmann.....are you here with your brain droppings to try to convert Trump supporters. Do you think your mindless posting will lead us to supporting The Pig in The Pantsuit?

  8. The KKK? Are you referring to that racist group founded by an avowed democrat shortly after the Civil War? That KKK?

    1. KKK now stands for Klintona the Kackling Krook.

    2. Not even the least clever.

    3. And YOUR feeble attempts to score points are not even coherent, you Witless Wannabe.

      You're also a JACKASS.

  9. Your post would be more credible, Lisa, if you listed the specific polls.

  10. Come on Lester.....stop that shit. If you don't have anything reasonable to say STFU.

    1. NOT A CHANCE, Rusty.




    2. Breaking News... Researchers have just confirmed that Rutherford Shackleford is dumber than the bag of rocks believed to be Drumpf's functioning brain.

  11. The Waste Land

    BY T. S. ELIOT (188-1965)

                                      FOR EZRA POUND
                                IL MIGLIOR FABBRO

                  I. The Burial of the Dead

      April is the cruellest month, breeding
    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    Memory and desire, stirring
    Dull roots with spring rain.
    Winter kept us warm, covering
    Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
    A little life with dried tubers.
    Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
    With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
    And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
    And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
    Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
    And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,
    My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
    And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
    Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
    In the mountains, there you feel free.
    I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.



      What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
    Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
    You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
    A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
    And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
    And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
    There is shadow under this red rock,
    (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
    And I will show you something different from either
    Your shadow at morning striding behind you
    Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
    I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

                          Frisch weht der Wind
                          Der Heimat zu
                          Mein Irisch Kind,
                          Wo weilest du?

    “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
    “They called me the hyacinth girl.”
    —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
    Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
    Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
    Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
    Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
    Oed’ und leer das Meer.



      Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
    Had a bad cold, nevertheless
    Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
    With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
    Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
    (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
    Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
    The lady of situations.
    Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
    And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
    Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
    Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
    The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
    I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
    Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
    Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
    One must be so careful these days.



      Unreal City,

    Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
    A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
    I had not thought death had undone so many.
    Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
    And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
    Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
    To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
    With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
    There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: “Stetson!
    “You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
    “That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
    “Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
    “Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
    “Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
    “Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!
    “You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!”


  15.               II. A Game of Chess

    The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
    Glowed on the marble, where the glass
    Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
    From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
    (Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
    Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
    Reflecting light upon the table as
    The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
    From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
    In vials of ivory and coloured glass
    Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
    Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused
    And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
    That freshened from the window, these ascended
    In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
    Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
    Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
    Huge sea-wood fed with copper
    Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
    In which sad light a carvéd dolphin swam.
    Above the antique mantel was displayed
    As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
    The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
    So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
    Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
    And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
    “Jug Jug” to dirty ears.
    And other withered stumps of time
    Were told upon the walls; staring forms
    Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
    Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
    Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
    Spread out in fiery points
    Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.



      “My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
    “Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
      “What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
    “I never know what you are thinking. Think.”

      I think we are in rats’ alley
    Where the dead men lost their bones.

      “What is that noise?”
                              The wind under the door.
    “What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”
                               Nothing again nothing.
    “You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember

           I remember
    Those are pearls that were his eyes.
    “Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”   
    O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
    It’s so elegant
    So intelligent
    “What shall I do now? What shall I do?”
    “I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
    “With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?
    “What shall we ever do?”
                                                   The hot water at ten.
    And if it rains, a closed car at four.
    And we shall play a game of chess,
    Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.



      When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said—
    I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,
    Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
    He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
    To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
    You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
    He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.
    And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
    He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
    And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.
    Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said.
    Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
    If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said.
    Others can pick and choose if you can’t.
    But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.
    You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
    (And her only thirty-one.)
    I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,
    It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
    (She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
    The chemist said it would be all right, but I’ve never been the same.
    You are a proper fool, I said.
    Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said,
    What you get married for if you don’t want children?
    Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
    And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
    Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
    Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
    Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.


  18. III. The Fire Sermon

      The river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
    Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
    Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
    Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
    The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
    Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
    Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
    And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;
    Departed, have left no addresses.
    By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .
    Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
    Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
    But at my back in a cold blast I hear
    The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.



    A rat crept softly through the vegetation
    Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
    While I was fishing in the dull canal
    On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
    Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck
    And on the king my father’s death before him.
    White bodies naked on the low damp ground
    And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
    Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year.
    But at my back from time to time I hear
    The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
    Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
    O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
    And on her daughter
    They wash their feet in soda water
    Et O ces voix d’enfants, chantant dans la coupole!

    Twit twit twit
    Jug jug jug jug jug jug
    So rudely forc’d.

    Unreal City

    Under the brown fog of a winter noon
    Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
    Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
    C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
    Asked me in demotic French
    To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
    Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.



    At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
    Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
    Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
    I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
    Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
    At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
    Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
    The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
    Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
    Out of the window perilously spread
    Her drying combinations touched by the sun’s last rays,
    On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
    Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
    I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
    Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—
    I too awaited the expected guest.
    He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
    A small house agent’s clerk, with one bold stare,
    One of the low on whom assurance sits
    As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
    The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
    The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
    Endeavours to engage her in caresses
    Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
    Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
    Exploring hands encounter no defence;
    His vanity requires no response,
    And makes a welcome of indifference.
    (And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
    Enacted on this same divan or bed;
    I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
    And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
    Bestows one final patronising kiss,
    And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .



    She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
    Hardly aware of her departed lover;
    Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
    “Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.”
    When lovely woman stoops to folly and
    Paces about her room again, alone,
    She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
    And puts a record on the gramophone.

    “This music crept by me upon the waters”
    And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
    O City city, I can sometimes hear
    Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
    The pleasant whining of a mandoline
    And a clatter and a chatter from within
    Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
    Of Magnus Martyr hold
    Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.

                   The river sweats
                   Oil and tar
                   The barges drift
                   With the turning tide
                   Red sails
                   To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
                   The barges wash
                   Drifting logs
                   Down Greenwich reach
                   Past the Isle of Dogs.
                                     Weialala leia
                                     Wallala leialala

                   Elizabeth and Leicester
                   Beating oars
                   The stern was formed
                   A gilded shell
                   Red and gold
                   The brisk swell
                   Rippled both shores
                   Southwest wind
                   Carried down stream
                   The peal of bells
                   White towers
                                    Weialala leia
                                    Wallala leialala



    “Trams and dusty trees.
    Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
    Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
    Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.”

    “My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
    Under my feet. After the event
    He wept. He promised a ‘new start.’
    I made no comment. What should I resent?”

    “On Margate Sands.
    I can connect
    Nothing with nothing.
    The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
    My people humble people who expect
                           la la

    To Carthage then I came

    Burning burning burning burning
    O Lord Thou pluckest me out
    O Lord Thou pluckest



  23. IV. Death by Water

    Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
    Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
    And the profit and loss.
                                       A current under sea
    Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
    He passed the stages of his age and youth
    Entering the whirlpool.
                                       Gentile or Jew
    O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
    Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.


  24. V. What the Thunder Said

      After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
    After the frosty silence in the gardens
    After the agony in stony places
    The shouting and the crying
    Prison and palace and reverberation
    Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
    He who was living is now dead
    We who were living are now dying
    With a little patience

    Here is no water but only rock
    Rock and no water and the sandy road
    The road winding above among the mountains
    Which are mountains of rock without water
    If there were water we should stop and drink
    Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
    Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
    If there were only water amongst the rock
    Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
    Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
    There is not even silence in the mountains
    But dry sterile thunder without rain
    There is not even solitude in the mountains
    But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
    From doors of mudcracked houses
                                          If there were water
       And no rock
       If there were rock
       And also water
       And water
       A spring
       A pool among the rock
       If there were the sound of water only
       Not the cicada
       And dry grass singing
       But sound of water over a rock
       Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
       Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
       But there is no water



    Who is the third who walks always beside you?
    When I count, there are only you and I together
    But when I look ahead up the white road
    There is always another one walking beside you
    Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
    I do not know whether a man or a woman
    —But who is that on the other side of you?

    What is that sound high in the air
    Murmur of maternal lamentation
    Who are those hooded hordes swarming
    Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
    Ringed by the flat horizon only
    What is the city over the mountains
    Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
    Falling towers
    Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
    Vienna London

    A woman drew her long black hair out tight
    And fiddled whisper music on those strings
    And bats with baby faces in the violet light
    Whistled, and beat their wings
    And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
    And upside down in air were towers
    Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
    And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.



    In this decayed hole among the mountains
    In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
    Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
    There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.
    It has no windows, and the door swings,
    Dry bones can harm no one.
    Only a cock stood on the rooftree
    Co co rico co co rico
    In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
    Bringing rain

    Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
    Waited for rain, while the black clouds
    Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
    The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
    Then spoke the thunder
    Datta: what have we given?
    My friend, blood shaking my heart
    The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
    Which an age of prudence can never retract
    By this, and this only, we have existed
    Which is not to be found in our obituaries
    Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
    Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
    In our empty rooms



    Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
    Turn in the door once and turn once only
    We think of the key, each in his prison
    Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
    Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours
    Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
    Damyata: The boat responded
    Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
    The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
    Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
    To controlling hands
                                        I sat upon the shore
    Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
    Shall I at least set my lands in order?
    London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
    Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina
    Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow
    Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie
    These fragments I have shored against my ruins
    Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.
    Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
                      Shantih     shantih     shantih


    THE WASTELAND by T.S. Eliot (188-1965)

    1. YOU were finished before you started, darling. Every word you post here is nothing but a vicious, empty-headed insult. You entire net existence has been a WASTE of TIME.

      What you've done in your PRIVATE life MAY contain redeeming features, I don't know, but you leave NO evidence of t he slightest shred of basic DECENCY in your persistent trolling of Lisa's blog.

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  29. According to The Daily Beast, aka Shaw Keawe, Hilly Clinton has a narrow 2 point lead over the closest rival candidate in the Jungle.

  30. According to Jon Stewart Drumpf has a 5 point deficit when matched up against a BABOON .

    According to knowledge sources who commented on the condition of anonymity Drumpf has the IQ of a box of rocks.

    1. Rational Nation USA May 25, 2016 at 5:46 AM...According to Jon Stewart Drumpf has a 5 point deficit when matched up against a BABOON .

      I didn't know the Worst Lady was running.

    2. Hey PNTBAP, one of FreeThinke's sock puppets eh?

    3. "A rose is a rose is a rose."

      ~ Gertrude Stein

      "A pest is a pest is a pest."

      ~ FreeThinke

  31. No RR, the classy and intelligent First Lady is not running. Too bad she isn't cause she'd beat Drumpf, the orange haired orangutan, by a landside.

    1. I didn't know Laura Bush was still First Lady. That mean that horrible orangutan was merely a long, long nightmare?

      Thank God!

    2. Think of the many benefits when PRESIDENT Trump sweeps out Ozulu and the First Silverback out with the trash - it will give her more chances to climb the outside of the Empire State Building.

  32. Drumpf, the orange haired orangutan will not get elected preznit. While it does remains true there and some pretty out of touch with reality folks running around, there is certainly not enough to elect Mr. Orange.

    First Lady Michelle Obama will therefore not be replaced by the bare assed, gun totting, sex kitten known as Melania Drumpf.

    But, Mr. orange might feature her in a reality show with other Yugoslavian based assed and bare breasted women. It certainly would be a YUUUUGE hit with the fans of Mr. Orange.

    Have you noticed Gary Johnson is polling at 10% these days? He's might just be the final nail driven into the Orange Haired Orangutan's political coffin. Millions of PATRIOTIC AMERICAN's will be drinking to that!

    Down with Drumpf. Up with Liberty for All!

    1. Sure thing dildo...and you are John Holmes too.

      Have you noticed President Trump pulls further ahead of Hitlery in each successive poll?

      Gary Johnson? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What weak sauce. Since all he preaches is pot and a complete lack of borders, all 12 of his votes will come from Hitlery ner do wells.

      THAT's the straw you are betting everything on? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

    2. Keep on dreaming bozo, keep on a dreaming.

      Mr. Orange has six month to f-up worse than he already has. He's a lightweight with zero credible idea's or policy stands. Simply put Mr. Orange is a demagogue and a self serving narcissist. Bur hey, I agree with you RR, there are a lot of gullible and non thinking folks who will support Drumpf because he's a gonna build a big beautiful high wall and Make Mexico pay for it, kick out 11 million immigrants, depart all Muslims, and through is hair brained authoritarian moves "Make America Great AGAIN".

      BTW, the Constitution of the United States and the Rule of Law mean squat to him. And, anyone who can read and is paying attention knows this already.

      You obviously don't. Keep on drinking the kool aid RR.

    3. Incredible that an Ozulu worshipper would call ANYONE a demagogue, narcissist or say they don't respect the law or the Constitution. You really just can't help beclowning yourself pedophile boy.

      Irony aint just a river in Egypt.

      BTW in 6 months Trump will be president and Mooch-helle Ubunga will STILL BE AN APE.

    4. A) I am not a worshipper of President Obama. Voted for him 0 times.

      B) Your character assassination has been duly noted, and, completely understood for what it is. Your weapon of choice as you have absoluty zero rational arguments. It is simply your Trumpian way of bulling others into shutting up. Then you think you have won.

      C) Keep drinking the kool aid bozo, Master Drumpf needs you to keep pointing out his and your idiocy.

      D) Psychological Projection becomes you RR. And, you're DAMN good at it.

      E) Irony aint just a river in Egypt.. True. You've proven than time and time again with your remarks.

      F) Yup, in six months, with any luck, you'll be putting a bullet between your eyes.

      G) Further RR, it is YOU that is the ape. A barking, whining, pathetic, stupid, and weak one at that.

      Now, go dig a hole somewhere and bury youraself in it.

    5. Jealous of that jackass xenophobic POS? Not one iota.

    6. "... How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
      Seem to me all the uses of this world!
      Fie on’t! ah fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,
      That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
      Possess it merely. ..."

      ~ William Shakespeare - Hamlet

  33. So RN what is your choice. -H- will continue the process of the obama administration and as much as his supporters wail, the job market sucks and has for eight years. Even though she earns millions off big business she will continue to attack them while reaching into their pocket for more money.
    The middle class is becoming a vanishing group because obama panders to the poor and the rich while destroying the middle class. -H- has already said she will follow in his shoes.
    I am not a trump supporter but he may change things up because the professional politico has done a lousy job for hundreds of years.
    So truly, what is your choice

    1. Whatever I decide after hearing more from Gary Johnson and Jill Stein. What I CAN ASSURE YOU OF IS THIS, under no goddamn circumstances will I vote for Drumpf, the lying ignorant ass.

    2. Is Gary what's his name still alive?
      Or does he just look and sound like he's dead?

    3. One of the issues facing the democrats is what RN has said. The -H- handlers believe once the bern is gone his supporters will run to her. The majority of his supporters are the pampered youth who have never had a job and support the bern because he says they never have to. They have a history of not voting and I think the majority will just not vote.
      At least -H- can count on RN's vote. A vote for gary whats his name is a vote for -H-.

    4. "A rose is a rose is a rose."

      ~ Gertrude Stein

      "A pest is a pest is a pest."

      A fool is a fool is a fool.

      ~ FreeThinke

  34. RN, why don't you tuck tail between your legs and slink away now before you embarrass yourself even more because right now, you are getting your ass kicked.


  35. Hillary's accomplishments
    The Most Disliked Candidate Ever.
    A trail of scandals longer than the Appalachian trail
    The only candidate that ever ran for president and is under criminal investigation by the FBI.
    The only candidate that ever Struggled to beat a looney socialist candidate
    The only candidate who Married to a well known womanizer, and a women abuser
    History of state department failures
    The only candidate who thinks republicans are more of an enemy then the actual enemy is.
    The only candidate who ran a shady charity organization.

    1. Well, what do you know? Another ignorant POS playing their ignorant and childish games.

    2. I thought it was really you!
      It's the typical things that you would say.

    3. "A rose is a rose is a rose."

      ~ Gertrude Stein

      "A pest is a pest is a pest."

      A fool is a fool is a fool.

      ~ FreeThinke

  36. Exactly Skud people are looking to Trump as the non- status quo.
    Sanders may portray himself as "different"but his policies will diminish the middle class faster than Obama has or Hillary will

  37. But not as fast as the goddamn republican policies have.

    Wake up sheeple.


  38. If you think Obama is bad now wait and see what will happen if she is elected....she and Slick Willie will have a field day with this country and the people

  39. __ A View from the Right __

    Most liberals are very bright,
But tend to be perverted.

    They love the dark and fear the light,

    And will not be converted.

    They answer legalistically
Each charge and witticism.

    With hauteur drawn statistically
They mock each criticism.

    The Truth does not engage them;

    They won't admit they're wrong.

    Facts they don't like enrage them,
So resistance grows more strong.

    They either will ignore you,

    Or treat you to ridicule,

    Then brazenly they'll bore you

    Telling you that you're a fool.

    The process is unending

    A matter of attrition.

    Their strength lies in not bending

    They'll never feel contrition.

    ~ FreeThinke

    1. FreeThinke, you must be commended. For describing the reactionary right absolutely perfectly !

      Good job old buddy.

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    3. "A rose is a rose is a rose."

      ~ Gertrude Stein

      "A pest is a pest is a pest."

      ~ FreeThinke

    4. "The world is filled with endless woe
      By pompous fools who THINK they know."

      ~ Old Alsatian Proverb

  40. As the POS identify thief anf imposter above strikes again. Apparently WYD's weblog is a real breeding grounds of sock puppets and identity theives.

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  42. No one's excusing Hillary here. She used poor judgement, as did the other SoSes. The State Department should have been very, very clear on email issues.

    The point is that human beings will do wrong things, stupid things. If this is a reflection on Hillary's judgement and the reason she should NOT be POTUS, then so be it. But at least we know her weaknesses. Who knew that the presidents I named in the "Heads Exploding" comment section below would have made the horrible mistakes in judgement that they made?

  43. Are you Freaken kidding??? Hillary Clinton violated federal records rules through her use of a private email server while she was secretary of state, and that's what the State Department audit has concluded.
    Ms. Pee Pee, ska Shaw has finally flipped her lid.

  44. The Gods of the Copybook Headings

    AS I PASS through my incarnations
    in every age and race,
    I make my proper prostrations
    to the Gods of the Market Place.
    Peering through reverent fingers
    ]I watch them flourish and fall,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings,
    I notice, outlast them all.

    We were living in trees when they met us.
    They showed us each in turn
    That Water would certainly wet us,
    as Fire would certainly burn:
    But we found them lacking in Uplift,
    Vision and Breadth of Mind,
    So we left them to teach the Gorillas
    while we followed the March of Mankind.

    We moved as the Spirit listed.
    They never altered their pace,
    Being neither cloud nor wind-borne
    like the Gods of the Market Place,
    But they always caught up with our progress,
    and presently word would come
    That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield,
    or the lights had gone out in Rome.

    With the Hopes that our World is built on
    they were utterly out of touch,
    They denied that the Moon was Stilton;
    they denied she was even Dutch;
    They denied that Wishes were Horses;
    they denied that a Pig had Wings;
    So we worshipped the Gods of the Market
    Who promised these beautiful things.

    When the Cambrian measures were forming,
    They promised perpetual peace.
    They swore, if we gave them our weapons,
    that the wars of the tribes would cease.
    But when we disarmed They sold us
    and delivered us bound to our foe,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said:
    "Stick to the Devil you know."

    On the first Feminian Sandstones
    we were promised the Fuller Life
    (Which started by loving our neighbour
    and ended by loving his wife)
    Till our women had no more children
    and the men lost reason and faith,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said:
    "The Wages of Sin is Death."

    In the Carboniferous Epoch
    we were promised abundance for all,
    By robbing selected Peter
    to pay for collective Paul;
    But, though we had plenty of money,
    there was nothing our money could buy,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said:
    "If you don't work you die."

    Then the Gods of the Market tumbled,
    and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
    And the hearts of the meanest were humbled
    and began to believe it was true
    That All is not Gold that Glitters,
    and Two and Two make Four
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings
    limped up to explain it once more.

    As it will be in the future,
    it was at the birth of Man
    There are only four things certain
    since Social Progress began.
    That the Dog returns to his Vomit
    and the Sow returns to her Mire,
    And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger
    goes wabbling back to the Fire;

    And that after this is accomplished,
    and the brave new world begins
    When all men are paid for existing
    and no man must pay for his sins,
    As surely as Water will wet us,
    as surely as Fire will burn,
    The Gods of the Copybook Headings
    with terror and slaughter return!

    ~ Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

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    1. The post is empty, but the foul smell longers on.

  46. It's Hillary in 2016. You're either with us or against us. (To borrow a page from GWB.) The only thing that matters right now is supporting Hillary and spreading the word. There is no neutral ground. This is way too important. Most of these commenters are just dicking around trying to prove how smart and savvy they are, by writing their stupid poetry and using phoney names, and what ever else these nut jobs do here.. It's this type of canoodling and putzing that could allow this devil to take the office of the president. Wake up people. This isn't what we want.

    I don't want to hear about a whole lot of Hillary's emails or her negatives. You guys are missing the point of what is going on. Get on the Hillary train .There is a lot at stake. No more wasting time. What is it that you want to happen? We need your help. Maybe you don't really care. I guess it's just a big joke to most of you idiots who post here. But this is serious stuff. We can't elect anothe imbicle like George Bush.

    1. Hillary has already taken millions from Islamic nations that oppress women, treat them like property, stone them for being raped, and engage in the mutilation of female genitalia....

      Obama helped the Muslim Brotherhood and Al Qaedlida take over their own nations and allowed ISIS to freely enter Iraq to begin taking over much of the country our military had liberated at great cost...

      Barry supplied, armed, trained, protected, and defended ISIS...

      He defended terrorists who killed Americans on US soil, claiming one terrorist attack was a case of 'workplace violence' & using the DOJ to threaten Americans for using their Constitutionally protected freedom of speech if they said anything negative after the terrorist he gave a visa to and welcomed into the country killed 12 Americans...

      But you IDIOTS on the Left don't care about the Facts do uou! You just keep on voting for the people who have a "D", next to their name, no matter what they are guilty of.

    2. Miss Pee Pee's days are drawing to a close.

      She just exacerbates the nation's woes.

      She offers not a thing constructive here

      While making sure no one will hold her dear.

      Her sad remains won't be put in casket

      Or even cut up layered in a basket.

      She never will be buried in a hole
      She'll rot above-ground as befits a troll.

      Poor Miss Pee Pee, she cain't hep it, she's just a typical Assachewshitsian Commie Loon. 

      And neither can Liberalmann, one of the most obnoxious trolls ever to haunt the blogosphere.

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  48. I am loving the fact that Bill Clintons sexual abuse issues are being brought back to life what he did was horribly inexcusable I really hope that the timing is perfect with Bill Cosby going through what he's going through there is no reason why Bill and Hillary should get a pass but the sexual abuse and the threats and intimidation that followed the world has changed a lot people are far less inclined to look the other way then they were at the time this took place maybe between heightened awareness 2 sexual predators and women's rights movement will finally hold them accountable

    1. No critic less than George Orwell condemned "the fact that" as abominable English usage.

      Isn't it time you cleaned up your tawdry little displays of flagrant ineptitude, Miss Pee Pee?

      Your poorly written taunts and gibes are witless, wayward and intensely boring.


  49. Not that I'm giving Hillary a free pass, but at the same time I refuse to pile on all out of proportion like the rabid idiots on the right does. Remember they thought they'd drag her down with BENGHAZI! That didn't work, so they're like a dog on a bone with the email controversy.

    But I love the way she drives them batty.

    1. To debut the first week in August... so much for the July "convention bump"... :)

    2. LISA, once again I feel compelled to ask WHY don't you BOW to REALITY, abdicate your authority OFFICIALLY instead of passively, and ADMIT this place should now be called 


      Reality always trumps fantasy. Shouldn't we stop pretending this is anything but a dumping ground for virulent Site Pests, and ADMIT DEFEAT?


As always, Leftist Thugs WIN through ATTRITION.

    3. Listen, you imbecile, well-known poetry by T.S. Eliot, Rudyard Kipling, Emily Dickinson, Dorothy Parker, Elinor Wylie, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Robert Frost, Amy Lowell, Wallace Stevens, Will Shakespeare, William Blake, Dylan Thomas, et al. –– all of whom I've quoted from time to time on various blogs do not deserve derisive dismissal from the likes of a stupid, two bit polemicist of your wretched ilk.

      Those who find great words from great minds "boring" undoubtedly have IQ's below room temperature.

    4. That last remark was in reference to a particularly dimwitted Pee Pee post that has since disappeared.

  50. All we keep hearing and reading from the stupid party is more crap about the e-mail scandal and Ben-Gazhi. Enough already, it's getting to be BOREING.

    1. Hillary's lost MSNBC on the server story... the election can't be far behind. :)

    2. Good Lord, woman! You can't even SPELL, yet you dare to write to presume a right to post your stupid, ignorant, illiterate claptrap in a PUBLIC forum?

      You ought to be made to spend a day or two in the stocks, and then horsewhipped for persistent displays of profoundly obtuse brazen effrontery.

  51. Your myopic world view as well as your propensity to stereotype people as commies if they disagree with you would be laughable were it not so f'ed up.

    What you think you know is but a construct of your imagination.

    1. Try to be specific when addressing an object of your derision. Your opinion is wasted if no one knows the individual you try to insult when he remains anonymous.

    2. Good point FreeThinke. My bad. While my comment could very well apply to several I was specifically responding to your comment. But of course you knew that already.

    3. Once an ass always an ass! Alas! Alas! ALAS!

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    1. The post is empty, but the insanity lingers on.



    There are approximately 1,500 newspapers, 1,100 magazines, 9,000 radio stations, 1,500 TV stations and 2,400 publishing houses all of whom are owned and operated by only SIX CORPORATIONS.

    These six companies are:

    GE who owns Comcast, NBC, Universal Pictures, Focus features

    NEWSCORP who owns FOX News, Wall Street Journal, the New York Post

    DISNEY who owns ABC, ESPN, Pixar, Miramax,
    Marvel Studios

    VIACOM who owns MTV, Nick Jr., SET, CMT, Paramount Pictures

    TIME WARNER who owns CNN, HBO, TIME, Warner Brothers Studio

    CBS who owns Showtime, Smithsonian Channel, NFL.com, Jeopardy, 60 Minutes




    ABC News executive producer Ian Cameron is married to Susan Rice, National Security Adviser.
    CBS President David Rhodes is the brother of Ben Rhodes, Obama's Deputy National Security Adviser for Strategic Communications.
    ABC News correspondent Claire Shipman is married to former White House Press Secretary Jay Carney
    ABC News and Univision reporter Matthew Jaffe is married to Katie Hogan, Obama's Deputy Press Secretary
    ABC President Ben Sherwood is the brother of Obama's Special Adviser Elizabeth Sherwood
    CNN President Virginia Moseley is married to former Hillary Clinton's Deputy Secretary Tom Nides.

    This, of course, is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to modern Journalism’s incestuous relationship with Government.
    So now you know why it is no surprise the media usually goes very easy on Obama's obtuse, disloyal, anti-American attitude, and the multitudinous evidence of H. Rodham Clinton’s basic dishonesty and gross incompetence.


    1. And the MADNESS goes on and on and on:


      New York City Lets You Choose From 31 Different Gender Identities


      12:37 AM 05/24/2016

      Individuals living in New York City can choose from a minimum of 31 different gender identities, many of which allow them to fluctuate between some version or combination of male or female identities.

      Businesses that don’t respect and accommodate an individual’s chosen gender identity risk incurring six-figure fines under rules implemented by the city’s Commission on Human Rights.

      The list of protected gender identities is available online and includes options such as “gender bender,” “two spirit,” “third sex,” “androgynous,” “gender gifted,” and “pangender.”

      A city official speaking on background confirmed to The Daily Caller that all of the listed identities are protected by the city’s anti-discrimination laws, but said that the list was not exhaustive.

      The city does not provide definitions of the various gender identities, but TheDC was able to define several of them from glossaries provided online by the University of Wisconsin and the University of California Berkeley. ...

      Read more: http://dailycaller.com/2016/05/24/new-york-city-lets-you-choose-from-31-different-gender-identities/#ixzz49owOK5m9

  55. Your closing remarks FreeThinke, ie the last paragraph, are but opinion not substantiated by anything but rightwing talking points.

    Nice try but no cigar good buddy. :)

  56. ____ ABBA DABBA DABBA DABBA ____

    Way down in the congo land sitting in a coconut tree,

    There was a monkey and a chimp--and Lordy how she loved him.

    Everynight in the pale moonlight sitting in the coconut tree,
These love words she always said to he...

    "Abba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba dabba"

    Said the monkey to the chimp.
    Abba dabba dabba dabba Aabba dabba dabba
Said the chimpee to the monk.
All night long they chattered away.

    All day long they were happy and gay,
Swinging and swaying in a honky, tonky way.

    "Abba dabba dabba dabba Abba dabba dabba"
Said the chimp, "I love but you."
Abba dabba dabba in monkey talk means
    Chimp, I love you too."

    Then the ol' baboon, one night in June,

    Married them and very soon,

    They sailed away on an abba dabba honeymoon.



    A moron’s life for me!
    In my silk hat and a silver cane
    I prance around meting out disdain
    I am so very gay
    It's great to be a celebrity
    Loathed, despised but oh so free
    To swill down quarts of Commie pee
    A moron’s life for me!
    I never wipe my bum
    A moron’s life for me
    In a yellow shirt without a coat
    I make love to my billy goat
    I never wipe my bum.
    I’m bald. I’m ugly, a burned out whore
    I ride around in a coach and four
    I stop to rob a liquor store
    A moron’s life for me!
    Hi diddle dee dee
    A moron’s life for me!
    In my silk hat and my silver cane
    I prance around meting out disdain
    Hi diddle dee doo
    I sleep till after two
    I tickle twats with a big cigar
    I tour the world in a private car
    I dine on Alinsky’s anal tar
    A moron’s life for me!

  58. Your closing remarks FreeThinke, ie the last paragraph, are but opinion not substantiated by anything but rightwing talking points.

    Nice try but no cigar good buddy. :)

    1. Repetition of idiotic assertions only makes them appear even more idiotic.

    2. Precisely how a very many feel; about your idiotic assertions good buddy.

  59. It is now time to clean up politics. Starting withthrowing out every Republican in office. And throw them as far as you can.

    1. Clean up politics? What a GREAT idea, Miss Pee Pee!

      Why don't YOU start by withdrawing your odious, exceedingly tiresome, persistently moronic presence from Lisa's blog –– and preferably all others as well. };^)>

    2. As they say;
      Nice try but no cigar good buddy. :)

    3. TAH-RAH-RAH BOOM-de-ay!
      Ta-ra-ra BOOM-de-ay!
      Ta-ra-ra BOOM-de-ay!
      Ta-ra-ra BOOM-de-ay,
      Ta-ra-ra BOOM-de-ay,
      Ta-ra-ra BOOM-de-ay,
      Ta-ra-ra BOOM-de-ay,
      Ta-ra-ra BOOM-de-ay!

  60. LOL, Remember when they thought they'd drag her down with BENGHAZI! That didn't work, so now they're like a couple of dogs in a bone fight with the email controversy.and guess what, that'll get them nowhere as well.

    1. Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho
      ___ and a couple of Tra la la's
      that's how we laugh the day away
      ___ in the merry old land of Oz
      Bzzz bzzz bzzz! Chirp chirp chirp!
      ___ and a couple of la-di-da's
      That's how the crickets crick all day
      ___ in the merry old land of Oz

      We get up at twelve
      ___ and start to work at one
      Take an hour for lunch,
      ___ and then a two we're done
      Jolly good fun!

      Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho
      ___ and a couple of Tra la la's
      that's how we laugh the day away
      ___ in the merry old land of
      ______ merry old land of
      _________ Merry Old Land of Oz!

  61. Bottom line is, and I've been saying it for months now, Donald Trump will NEVER be the President of the United States .

    1. Bongo, bongo, bongo I don't want to leave the congo
      Oh no no no no no
      Bingle, bangle, bungle I'm so happy in the jungle I refuse to go
      Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords
      I make it clear
      That no matter how they coax him
      I'll stay right here

      I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed
      I see how people who are civilized bang you with automobiles
      At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see
      Uncivilized pictures that the newsreels take of me

      So bongo, bongo, bong he don't want to leave the congo
      Oh no no no no no
      Bingle, bangle, bungle I’m so happy in the jungle I refuse to go
      Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis
      Noise in my ear
      So no matter how they coax me
      I'll stay right here

      They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train
      And though it's smoky and crowded
      they're too civilized to complain
      When they've got two weeks vacation
      they hurry to vacation grounds
      They swim and they fish
      but that's what I do all year round

      So bongo, bongo, bongo I don't want to leave the congo
      Oh no no no no no
      Bingle, bangle, bungle I'm so happy in the jungle I refuse to go
      Don't want no jailhouse, shotguns, fish hooks, golf clubs
      I've got my spear
      So no matter how they coax me
      I'll stay right here

      They have things like the atom bomb
      So I think I'll stay where I "om"
      Civilization? I'll stay right here!

  62. When things go wrong, as they always do,
    And the one who's getting screwed is you,
    When funds are low and debts piled high,
    And you want to snarl, but instead you sigh,
    When the bastards press you down in grit,
    Just tell them, "I don't give a shit."

    Life is queer with its twists and turns,
    As every one of us too soon learns,
    And much frustration turns around,
    When you chase your enemies to ground.
    Don't give up though the job seems slow,
    You might come yet, so let him blow.

    Often the struggler just gives up,
    When he might have filled the slippery cup,
    And he learned too late, as he wilted down,
    How close he was to world renown.
    Success is failure turned inside out,
    When creamy juice fills the Cup of Doubt,

    And you never can tell how close you are,
    Joy may be near when it seems so far,
    So stick to the fight with fierce barbed wit,
    You can't afford to give a shit.

    ~ Edgar A. Pest

  63. Such language! The Chicken are comeing home to roost.!
    Need a butt plug old man?

    1. The Internet's Own TOKYO ROSE tries to demoralize and castrate decent American Men once again, as she schemes day and night to exacerbate differences between the sexes, reopen and pour salt into old wounds, and ceaselessly agitate, denigrate, chastise, castigate and condemn everything in sight in order to turn women against their husbands and children against their parents, and all of us against our Founding Fathers while discarding the core Constitutional principles that made us great in the first place.

  64. Just how many times have YOU and the rest of the ignorant White people in your party who know little to nothing about U.S. history - accused African-Americans of wanting and getting "free stuff" from the U.S. government?
    Do you think that the African-Americans are going to line up and vote for that dummy, after the disgusting things that he has said?
    Won't America be proud of that combination for Prez. and Vice? The Palins and the Trumps: Our National Nightmare come true.
    But with this Trashy POS in his campaign at least we know he hasn't got a snow balls chance in HELL of winning. And that goes for that other nut, imbecile and womanizer slimeball, who left his sick, and cancer-stricken wife to have another affair, that fat gasbag Newt Gingrich.
    And Trump is an Idiot and he deserves this POS of a human being and her trashy family as well. He can add his three marriages and his naked wife to Palin's nuthouse of a family.
    Does your hate of USA and President Obama drive you to making such a public fool of yourself? Or is it your self-loathing, which makes you totally weird?
    Why is it that President Obama drives you to making such a fool of yourself Mr. FT?
    The only fools here are the Nazi’s who are writing those lies here. And frankly I have zero tolerance for recycled Nazis.

    1. The Internet's Own TOKYO ROSE tries to demoralize and castrate decent American Men once again, as she schemes day and night to exacerbate differences between the sexes, reopen and pour salt into old wounds, and ceaselessly agitate, denigrate, chastise, castigate and condemn everything in sight in order to turn women against their husbands and children against their parents, and all of us against our Founding Fathers while discarding the core Constitutional principles that made us great in the first place.

  65. Obama is running around, to Vietnam, Japan, and giving away our secrets to the enemy nations like Iran and North Korea and he's saying that Trump is dangerous?
    Well it doesn’t seem to be working, the more Obama slams Trump, the more anti-obama people out of spite will support Trump. Trump’s assessment of Obama is correct about the current useless President who runs around the world trashing the USA.
    You “Progressives” are the most dumb and hateful people in America.
    It seems to me that the American people are sick to death of the establishment... along with Obama.
    Obama promised “Hope and Change” and failed to deliver either.
    This is why Trump and Sanders are making the headway that they are, neither are bought and paid for the way that Madam Hillary is..

    1. I disagree with part of your statement. Obama brought about LOTS of "change." Unfortunately it has been the kind of change that EXTINGUISHES hope.

  66. FACT CHECK!... The Republicans ( AKA the group of baboons) have been smearing and lying about this woman for 30 years. And they've attacked her family. Remember they thought they'd drag her down with BENGHAZI! That didn't work, so they're like a dog on a bone with the email controversy. Maybe she used poor judgement, as did others in The State Department have. And what does Hillary Clinton know about computers anyway?
    Look at the things they have said about Obama. Tar baby, boy, uppity. Calling out liar during the state of the union. Republicans printed the address of the house Obama's children were staying at for summer vacation and published photos of the house. They were posted right here on these boards which is how I know.
    No one is off limits to Republicans. And pretending that Rush Limbaugh and Fox don't represent the GOP is ridiculous. When you step back and look at the GOP, they come across as a party of scum.

    1. The Internet's Own TOKYO ROSE tries to demoralize and castrate decent American Men once again, as she schemes day and night to exacerbate differences between the sexes, reopen and pour salt into old wounds, and ceaselessly agitate, denigrate, chastise, castigate and condemn everything in sight in order to turn women against their husbands and children against their parents, and all of us against our Founding Fathers while discarding the core Constitutional principles that made us great in the first place.

    2. Who needs to lie? Even Democrats make fun of Crooked Hillary's "foundational" ethical issues.

  67. Shaw, why do you support every left leaning post or poll or article that will put Hillary Clintonin a favorable position? Are you that dense?
    All the past election histories have no meaning this time. You along with the main stream medio have been missing the boat on this one, you have misjudged the anger that is boiling over with the American public and in the average voters mind. Hillary is the past,she is what most view as part of the problem.she is another Barack Obama, and America is sick of him and his failed policies that have all but destroyed our nation. It seems as if people are ready to upset the PC, Liberal apple cart. And that's why we are seeing this phinmomom with Donsld Trump.
    Get off that sinking and STINKING ship, and get with the real Americans who sre sick of your failed philosophy.

    1. Touche'Laura. Easy enough to understand but some ears have walls and ignorance runs rampant

  68. The fact that in the mean time Obama will be honoring the Japanese dead during memorial day weekend in America is disgusting. Is he not aware of what happened at Pearl Harbor? If that is not spitting on our soldiers graves,

  69. When did I demoralize and or castrate decent American Men?
    That's news to even me!
    Perhaps Mr. FT has been in a state of dementure?
    I heard that's what happens at his age.

    1. The word you seek is DEMENTIA. Please please PLEASE go back to school and take a good stiff course in REMEDIAL ENGLISH, Rosie, Old Girl. Your endless stream of semi-literate blethering is painfully embarrassing to witness.

    2. Of course, you are correct, But I do appreciate your sense of humor, idiotic as it is.

  70. Yes, sorry, that damb spell check on my phone!
    Any way I did mean Dementia, a common right-wingers brain dysfunction,

    1. Is damb a specially prepared lamb dish APP? Just curious.

    2. Speaking of brain dysfunctions... equating vaginas to competence.

    3. Actually, for a change I'll score one for Mlle. Pee Pee.

      "DAMB" is a clever fusion of "DAMN" and "DUMB." Perhaps a typo, but clever, and highly functional all the same.

      Hear Hear! A viable neologism has occurred in our midst.

      I'd say it's been a privilege to witness the event.

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    1. The post is empty, but the foul smell lingers on –– as usual.

  72. While the deadheads here are bitching and moaning about the medio coming down on Donnies treatment of women,
    I'd invite anyone here including the self proclaimed poet who knows presidential politics , or who thinks that they do to look closely at the candidates and the candidates who, in recent history, have won the presidency, to examine the "honesty" issue.

    We could start with Donald J. Trump.

    AFAIK, the only two presidency that comes to mind that is apparently squeaky clean is the Obama presidency.

    This doesn't excuse Hillary Clinton's poor judgement on her emails. But I also don't believe this issue taints her judgement on everything so much that it would prevent her from being able to be POTUS.

    Think back in our recent history to candidates whose judgements were never in question during their campaigns and then look at the egregious misjudgements during their presidencies.

    JFK and the Bay of Pigs
    LBJ and the Vietnam War
    Richard Nixon and Watergate
    Ronald Reagan and Iran-Contra scandal
    Bill Clinton and Monicagate
    George W. Bush and the Iraq War

    IMO, those are pretty large errors in judgement compared with what Hillary did as SoS. And don't forget what is largely driving this story: Partisan politics.

    Meanwhile, let's take a sobering look at who the TGOP is coming around to endorse -- Trump's egregious errors in judgement have been on display almost every day since he announced last June. Such as Sarah Palin, and Chris Christy, and even Dr. Snoozing Face. I don't see people's hair on fire the way it is over Hillary's emails.

    1. Sorry to dissapoint you pee pee,but nobody is squeaky clean .

  73. ^Lisa, the delete, and ban, buttons are your friend^

  74. The latest foopah by -H- seems to be aiding the bern in california. The left is all giggles about having to face the donald because the LGBT will not vote for him, they never would vote republican, the black vote will not be his, shocking like it ever would be and they plan on attracting 136% of the female vote.
    One thing about that assumption is mothers want their children to have a chance at a good job. The obama and -H- have shown they don't care about anyone but the rich and the poor good jobs are welfare and giveaways.
    A lot of the bern supporters will just stay home. Tougher race then they plan.

  75. Hillary makes me so angry! I pray she is NOT our next president!!!

    We're the battling boys of Benghazi, No fame, no glory, no paparazzi.
    Just a fiery death in a blazing hell, defending our country we loved so well.
    It wasn't our job, but we answered the call, Fought to the Consulate and scaled the wall.
    We pulled twenty countrymen from the jaws of fate, led them to safety and stood at the gate.
    Just the two of us and foes by the score, but we stood fast to bar the door.
    Three calls for reinforcement, but all were denied, so we fought and we fought and we fought 'til we died.
    We gave our all for our Uncle Sam, but Barack and Hillary didn't give a damn.
    Just two dead Seals who carried the load, No thanks to us...we were just "Bumps in the Road".
    So, will this reach every American with a computer?
    Or do we act like the press and give a pass to the people who literally sat there in the White House and watched the Seals' execution on live streaming video and did absolutely nothing?
    "What difference does it make?"
    And she wants to be the next President!

  76. And by the way, that MORON running around using MY name and avator is NOT me at all.

    I'm sure that you know that it's Chucklenuts and not me at all.

    That's how these little twerps get their jollies.

    1. What a petty desperate attempt to fuel the republican crowd. Get a life Radical " Mopy Dick" Redneck.

    2. Awwww!

      Maybe YOU shouldn't do it, either. Think?

  77. A happy Memorial Day weekend to the Progressive Erupters who are here reading all the twaddle,and blather that these wingnuts write. .

    1. It's a solemn, not a "happy" holiday you scrunt. But what would you expect from an anti-American dike like you?

  78. What are YOU complaining about RN, you're one of the biggest offenders on this board. You spread more Bull-Shit than a fertilizer spreader.
    So STFU, or get the hell out!

    1. STREWTH! By Golly it STREWTH!

    2. Observe the mirror VERY intensely JBG.

      You might consider doing so as well FreeThinke.

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    4. Typical response from an ignorant and confused person JBG.

      BTW, did you fall from a 10 story building when you were a child and land on your head?

    5. Typical response from an ignorant and confused person JBG.

      BTW, did you fall from a 10 story building when you were a child and land on your head?

  79. Very amusing Johnny.
    And it's really quite amusing to hear The Trumpers bray about "crooked" Hillary. Wait until the stuff comes out on Trump. We already know that more than one woman has accused him of rape, but Trump keeps bringing up Bill Clinton and his questionable behavior with women. Isn't Katma wonderful?

    1. Go home Little PP, you're drunk.

    2. It 's not so much Bill Clinton's egregious, out-of-control, pathological self-indulgence with women that's bothersome this time around, my dear, but Kintona the Kackling Krook's ACCEPTANCE and SUPPORT of behavior in her husbandino* she and all her rancid, hypocritical ilk would roundly condemn and rabidly PERSECUTE in any man of an opposing political persuasion that matters to us, conservatives.
      * husbandino (newborn neologism) = a husband in name only

    3. Just as you have done here FreeThinke.

      Let he that is without Sin cast the first stone.

      I believe you know the source from whom the above came FreeThinke.

  80. Wow you Spick Spanish? I'm impressed!

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    1. The post is empty, but the putrid smell lingers on.

  82. Empty?to me it's not,,, it says

    "This comment has been removed by the author".

  83. I welcome civil discourse from people of all persuasions but not from primates or from Free Thinke!

    1. Not primates? What are you going to do, whisper to canines?

      btw - You win!

  84. I welcome civil discourse from people of all persuasions but not from Primates or from Irrational Nation USA

  85. –––––––––– WHY MEMORIAL DAY?––––––––––



Do you remember the parades? The high school marching bands, the Boy Scouts, the Cub Scouts, and the Brownies all neatly dressed in their uniforms and marching along, sometimes shyly, sometimes proudly, but more often just plain doggedly?


Do you remember the excitement getting ready for The Big Event? Everyone rushing around in the early A.M., mother making sure that everyone got breakfast –– you can’t march on an empty stomach, you know. Dad hanging out the flag on the front porch or from an upper storey window, slightly embarrassed, but privately grateful when Junior points out that it’s hung upside down. There’s just time to put it right before everyone has to be at the starting grounds for the big parade.

Little sister, too young to march, gets the best view, because she’s privileged to sit on Daddy’s shoulder. Later, she’ll shriek with wild delight to to the wry amusement of all the parade goers, when she spots her big brother, the Eagle Scout, bearing the standard in front of the whole troop. He’ll turn beet red with self-consciousness when he hears her, but pretend not to notice, and secretly be pleased.


The veterans of two World Wars will march too. They are the real reason for this exciting event. The ancient ones from the First World War, some hobbling on crutches or walking stiffly with canes, wouldn’t miss the chance to march no matter how much effort it might be for them. Uniforms, which no longer fit very well, some even partially eaten by moths, have been dragged out of attics and basements once again to have their brass buttons polished in honor of the day. And there’s always an octogenarian or two who is so proud that his uniform still fits as well as it did in 1916. He will march with his still-handsome head held high, and with an energy that will put all the younger ones to shame.


Most of the dads are from the World War Two vintage. They have grown comfortably into middle age, grateful to be here in this land-of-the-free. The horrors of the war they studiously avoid discussing, or even thinking much about, except when an occasional nightmare disturbs their rest, or during those rare, quiet get-togethers with foxhole buddies who actually went through the same experience. At the VFW meetings they pretty much try to concentrate on having good times, and doing good works for the community.


If they seem a little too hearty and laugh a little too loudly, don’t let it bother you. The gave more than those of us left safely at home could possibly imagine –– much more than most of them could possibly even tell you about.



  86. PART TWO


–––––––––– WHY MEMORIAL DAY? ––––––––––

And so, thy marched with pride, with gratitude, and with hope that future generations would not be called upon to make similar sacrifices, so that their families could continue to grow their gardens in peace, and march in future parades and enjoy picnicking with both gratitude and joy.


Later, after the parade, mothers, sisters and aunts would put on the most splendid outdoor feasts. Do you remember the huge bowls of luscious homemade potato salad redolent of onions, peppers, hard boiled eggs, Aunt Mary’s very special homemade mustard, and Hellmann’s Mayonnaise? Sometimes, they added bacon. Surely you must remember the hot dogs and hamburgers, or maybe some ribs and chicken all lovingly and exquisitely marinated with secret spices Dad used before cooking them over white hot charcoal? And all the things to fill it out like Aunt Vera’s carrot raisin slaw and Cousin Jane’s extra special good cucumber salad that even the kids loved to eat, and Mother’s homemade cheesebread –– to say nothing of all the cakes and pies and brownies and stuff.


One year Mother made a spectacular sheet cake that used blueberries and the brightest red strawberries strategically placed on her best white icing to represent the American Flag! The trouble was it didn’t taste near as good as it looked, so we never had it again.


As a famous song says, “These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives.”


No one talked about Uncle Bob, who died in a Japanese prison camp less than a month before the war was over, or Cousin Eddie, who walks with a painful limp, because there was no way the surgeons could get all the shrapnel out of his knee.


No one talked about these sacrifices as we put on our innocent and prideful displays, thrilled at the realization that summer vacation was now in sight, and romped and teased and loved each other, but we knew.


Somehow, we were aware that all this was not happening just for “fun.” In those long ago days we were taught to be grateful. We were made aware that everything we do has consequences, and that everything –– good and bad –– must be paid for. There were no “free rides,” and no “free lunches,” either. 

Sometimes, terrible things happen –– like Uncle Bob’s dying in that prison camp. [We found out later from two of his surviving buddies that they’d inserted slivers of bamboo under his fingernails and set them on fire –– among other things.]


But we didn’t dwell on stuff like that.


Uncle Bob had been a sweet-natured, happy-go-lucky man. He was the first to come pick you up and fetch the mercurochrome, if you fell off your bicycle, and he adored animals. He was always bringing home a little lost kitten or stray puppy much to Mother’s indulgent dismay.

Oh, we still miss Uncle Bob, even though he’s been gone for more than sixty years now, but we’ve always felt that he wanted us to be happy. That’s why he went over there and got himself tortured and killed. So we have been happy, but we’ve kept Uncle Bob alive in the love we store in our memories of him, and our gratitude for his courage and sacrifice, and for the swell guy he was whom we were so lucky ever to have known at all.


Should we do less for all those other “Uncle Bobs” who gave their lives so that we might continue to enjoy our picnics?


~ FreeThinke - The Sandpiper - Spring, 1996

  87. ___________ REMEMBER ____________

    Remember me when I am gone away,
    Gone far away into the silent land;
    When you can no more hold me by the hand,
    Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

    Remember me when no more, day by day,
    You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
    Only remember me; you understand
    It will be late to counsel then or pray.

    Yet if you should forget me for a while
    And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
    For if the darkness and corruption leave
    A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

    Better by far you should forget and smile
    Than that you should remember and be sad.

    ~ Christina Rossetti (1836-1894)


  88. Part One
    No! dropping the A-bomb on Hiroshima didn't save lives. It destroyed lives. That's what war does. It destroys. That's its entire purpose.

    Oh yeah, I’ve heard that story about saving lives before... and I’m not buying it.

    And, as usual, the inbred Poet, the, trailer trash, ignorant pile of human garbage, feral albino chimp is lying.

    But what else would we expect from brainless slime?

    1. Fuck You. It saved MY life. When my Uncle Hank was killed on Iwo Jima, my dad enlisted. The war ended before HE got sent to JAPAN as part of US Occupation Forces. Had the war NOT ended when it did, my Dad would have had to invade the Japanese mainland. The bomb spared MILLIONS of American lives. Fuck the Japanese.

  89. Here we go again. Mr morality, Mr. FT the "Poet " of the Porn Queen thinks every thing that America has ever don was just fine, and it "saved lives". Even slavery in America was fine and stopping the evil Japanese

  90. Continued;

    “I can’t believe that this world can go on beyond our generation and on down to succeeding generations with this kind of weapon on both sides poised at each other without someday some fool or some maniac like George Bush or some accident triggering the kind of war that is the end of the line for all of us. And I just think of what a sigh of relief would go up from everyone on this earth if someday–and this is what I have–my hope, way in the back of my head–is that if we start down the road to reduction, maybe one day in doing that, somebody will say, ‘Why not all the way? Let’s get rid of all these things’.”