They all fall right? The Roman Empire fell, The British Empire fell. Why not this dodgy little empire.

I always figured it would in time. Maybe when my grandkids – kids were grown. The glue of the great American Experiment would have dried and cracked and the structure holding it up would collapse to the ground.

I didn’t think it would happen so soon.

75 years after the greatest generation kicked Hitler and Hideki Tojo’s ass

50 years after we went to the moon

Lawless and cowardly men are elected and appointed to protect and enforce the laws of this land.

Con men and grifters with no relationship whatsoever with the truth are given truly profound power and it’s used for personal gain.

A marginalized and increasingly angry population who calls themselves Christians support the most un-Christlike causes and turn a blind eye because these con men and grifters give them a voice. And these people swarm to the voting booth while the good and thoughtful liberals stay home and watch the results in disbelief.

There was a sense, a very real and palpable sense, not that long ago where the future held greatness. We were moving forward. The Great Society of the ‘60’s, set out to eliminate racial injustice. Christian Barnard replaced a human heart. Men walked on the moon and we looked toward Mars and beyond.

We were ablaze!

Somewhere, I lived through it, I sensed it, it was subtle, but I felt it, that greatness was lost. A facade was put up. Men, far from great, far from strong, far from morally sound rose up and took claim to the greatness and twisted it and prostituted it and ruined it.

They ruined it to the point where what was once beautiful shining diamond of civilization and awe-inspiring; a fountain of ever growing pride took on the airs and graces of cheap costume jewelry.

Don’t look too closely behind the curtain now. All you will see is the rubble and chaff. The crisp and clean and shining colors have turned an ugly gray. Damp and molded, perhaps from the flood used to put out the fire.

We lost it, or worse we gave it away.

We entrusted it to the grifters.

If you think your vote doesn’t count. If you are too busy or too tired or just too damn lazy – remember #PA18.

We get the government we decide to accept. You don’t need to march or protest or write or scream – you need to vote.

Connor Lamb erased a TWENTY POINT trump lead in 2016. He did it one vote at a time.

If you want trump gone, the Russians out of our government, sanity back, these congressmen who are owned and operated by Big Pharma and the NRA gone – before we forever lose the chance – when your opportunity arises you need to go vote.

The system may be skewed against us, we may all be played, but we can beat these scumbags with numbers. #PA18 proves that.

Don’t call yourself a patriot and sit on your ass and complain. VOTE

‪Forget all of the indecipherable layers of bullshit of the past 1 year and 45 days.

Forget all that…

If Obama had done ONE of these things, just one – one – The House would have had impeachment proceedings in a day.

Jesus, they raised Hell when he wore a tan suit. ‬

trump tells Russia top military secrets.

He refuses to issue sanctions when even he admits that nation tampered with our election process. A process often called “our most sacred right.”

He has porn stars with information held over his head.

He is reckless – at best – with the economy.

Thinks nuclear war is winnable.

He has, and is daily, systematically allowing the protections to citizens, and lands – irreplaceable national treasures – to be taken down.

trump is so owned by and scared of the NRA it is laughable, almost a caricature.

So owned by foreign investors, by big pharma, again, he’s a caricature standing up there wagging his mouth.

trump has already increased the national debt to the point it is equal to the GDP.

But Obama wore a tan suit and that outraged Fox News.

I need one of 45’s supporters – just one – to explain to me how one – just one – of the above mentioned articles is ok. Not even presidential, just ok…

I’m going to go way,way out on a limb here and suggest it has more to do with the skin color of the guy in the tan suit than anyone’s politics or policies..

I watch the unrelenting deluge of crisscrossed news articles – hourly it seems now. Some jerk is defiant and an hour later it’s suggested he may be drunk an hour later he says he’ll cooperate.

Russian sex coaches…

Sarah Huckabee looks exhausted and denies in a tone that tells me she just wants to go home.

“Dad, get me outta this – Warren Zevon, Lawyers Guns, and Money.”

Payments to porn stars and flagged bank accounts…

I think it’s the droning tone that I find the most annoying now.

No collusion…

Fake news…

I’ve been with guys as they waited to be arrested. I recognize the behavior.

I’ve seen guys put tape on leaking water pipes too. It may hold for a few minutes, but everyone knows you are wasting your time. It’s only a few minutes before it blows apart.

Of all the things about Western culture that causes me pain and shame, at least equal to gun violence and the heroin epidemic, is the obsession with weight loss.

There are places where weight loss isn’t a problem at all. Where they don’t need bands in their stomachs to only allow so much food to be consumed – before the consumer pukes, I assume.

They don’t need clinics where they freeze off the fat. Nope, these lucky folks have it made. They lose weight the natural way – starvation.

Imagine if the 1.5 trillion dollar gift to the already rich was used to feed the starving, or provide clean drinking water for the billions without it.

Imagine…

”Poverty is the most extreme form of violence.”

– Gandhi

I heard Peter Alexander call Ivanka Trump a “working mother,” during their Today Show interview this morning.

I know a woman in Newburgh. Her gang-banger husband left her in 2012.

She is raising two A students, in one of the nations toughest school systems. Her words to them, “your good grades are your only way out of Hell…”

She works as a nurse’s aid at St Luke’s hospital, waits tables at a Newburgh diner and cleans a few houses on her “day off.”

I think maybe Mr. Alexander needs to re-examine the term, “working mother.”