Of Course God Is Not Dead — Neither Is Goodness and Democracy

I was just talking to a lady on the sale pages on Facebook, and she commented that she was having a really hard time right now and she just kept hoping that her family would see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I commented and told her that I always remind myself that Tyler Perry was down to living in his car before anybody was willing to take a chance on his writing.  And that it always helps to keep in mind the old adage that
the way in which you view the world is the way in which you will meet it.  And that it’s just been my experience that if you constantly expect the world to be understanding and generous and good, they usually are.

No, that doesn’t mean that people can’t be assholes, and that selfish people who are miserable won’t attempt to use you or abuse you to get a rise for themselves because they are personally powerless and they know it — because they’re everywhere, and in abundance.  But it means that when you put out good energy, you generally get it back.

I remember a lady posted one day on the local concerned citizen page that she had lost a wallet at Kroger and she was so surprised that somebody turned it in. There were like 50 comments of people that followed saying how shocking that was. My response was something along the lines.of acknowledging that I know I’m an eternal optimist who can find the rainbow of sunshine in the middle of a tsunami shitstorm and who can eternally spot the unseen blessing  in anything — for example, I always feel like I’m one doctor visit away from a colon cancer diagnosis, and then I think, well maybe I would be qualify for Make-A-Wish Foundation and I might actually get to see a Broadway production before I die (although it won’t be Hamilton)  — but as that eternal optimist, it didn’t surprise me that people found a wallet in Dickson County, Tennessee, and turned it in.  Because that’s exactly what I would do!

The title of that movie “God Isn’t Dead” always bugged me, because my immediate response was,  “Whoever said that he was!?”

God is alive and present every day. But so is goodness.

A conversation I had with a friend once (who I missed dearly) always bounces around my brain in a moment like this. We had found some money on the ground and I immediately went on a mission to find out who the $10 belonged to. I told her that that was my granddaddy and my Uncle Chunky’s doings. My grandfather was so honest that he accidentally left the gas station with a candy bar one day that he hadn’t paid for a while getting gas, and he wouldn’t even eat it until he went back the next day and set it right. And that my Uncle would say that God was watching to see what I did with that $10.

Well, my dear friend Ms Sherry was raised by her aunt and uncle, and although she was old enough to be my mother and then some, we had so much in common, which meant her Aunt and Uncle were depression-era just like my great aunt and uncle. So they had a way of teaching life lessons that would stand the test of time. She told me a story about finding $20 when with her uncle, who she called her dad, and she queried her dad “what if God is just checking to see if we do the right thing,” and he responded: “Maybe, and what if it’s God’s way of buying our lunch?” 

We laughed for days at that, but I also told her — “And that’s why when I lose my purse, somebody turns it in, and  why when you lose yours, they use your credit card, because it’s “God’s way” of sending them some quick cash.”

We had such fun with that — God rest her soul, I think about her everyday — but it’s a lesson that sticks with you. One that goes back to what I truly believe. Of course bad things happen and honest people get taken for a ride, but I truly believe that if you expect goodness and honesty, and you put out goodness and honesty, it’s what you will find.

It’s why I could never understand the mentality of a man like Donald Trump.

I want to win the lottery just to give it all away. I keep lowering the prices on every piece I paint because I don’t feel right charging somebody for more time than it took me to make it. (And, also, I know how cheap I am. So, in turn, I expect a fair price for them.)  Because while I do believe that people are still good, I’m not sure that I believe that all business is good. The corporate greed that is taking over America is one of our downfall.  A nation that built our greatness and our success on hard work and labor unions, we’ve attempted to kill them for the sale of money in the pockets of rich men while teaching and persuading the working man that  it’s for “his best interest” — and we’ve used moral issues, like Jesus Christ, abortion, and guns to do so. So as to distract him from noticing that he’s getting stiffed. 

It’s sad. It’s sickening. It’s wrong.

Which is why it was hard for me not to tell tell that sweet lady to remember to vote on November 8th — and to remember to vote democratically. Because if we ensure four more years of the democratic platform, your family might actually begin to see the benefits of an economic turnaround spearheaded by the Democratic Party, and one that benefits the middle class.  But I try not to be political in every area of my life, but it’s hard — because I can’t separate who I  am from myself.  And I am someone who wholeheartedly believes in the government of the United States’ responsibility, and the obligation of those of us who’ve been given the right to live in the greatest nation on Earth to remember the government’s ability to better the lives of people. It’s not “everybody for themselves” as the allegedly ‘Christian’ party has been brainwashing us to believe. And it’s also a little bit troubling.

No man is an island. And while nobody gets sick by themselves, nobody gets well alone either. And if one baby in this nation goes to bed without milk in her stomach, it doesn’t matter to me if they suffer because their mama was lazy and could actually get a job, or if they suffer because their family couldn’t afford it, all that matters to me, in the wealthiest nation on Earth, is that a baby went to bed hungry.

And that’s all I need to know.

The national deficit isn’t increased because of food stamps. It’s increased because of billionaires like Donald Trump who don’t pay taxes. They took a third of everything my uncle worked his entire life for before they let me see a cent.  And do you think for one second I tried to find a way to get out of that?! No, I tried to see if I could roll it into an IRA, but my Uncle Chunky believed that that was the responsibility that came with living in such a blessed Nation.  (Now, I take mad issue with Dickson County’s mismanagement of property taxes and the way they are sticking it to us for a lawsuit they’re playing a game of semantics and lying about it — and the day they get honest about that is day I might care about paying my property taxes on time), but as a nation, my uncle believed in the Bible when it said “Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s.”

And so we did.

That’s the difference in the Democratic Party —  and in one where we use our power for good to actually change lives.

Is government the solution to every problem?  No, but if it’s not the beginning — who the hell is? If government isn’t here to better our country for everybody, to ensure stability and goodness and growth — what the hell is it here for? For men like Donald Trump to make insane amounts of money by evading federal taxes while that woman at McDonald’s works 50 hours a week and still can’t pay the rent — while paying our troops and our officers and our schools every cent that she owes?

Much like my beloved  Uncle, Joe Biden’s father always said it best: “Joey, this is the price we pay for living in the greatest nation on Earth.”

If you believe in goodness and kindness and opportunity, please remember November 8th.

And if you believe our better days are in front of us instead of behind us, please remember to vote blue consistently.


Lack of Election Elation, America?

For the majority of my life, I have looked forward to elections. The second one is over,  I start counting minutes to the next. They are the Super Bowl of politics, only you have to wait for them like the Olympics. I spend four years pining, waiting, obsessing over one of my very favorite things about the United States — that peaceful exchange of power.

But I’m just ready for this election to be over.  It has made me older sadder,  dumber.  We went in the gutter and we took the national conversation with us.  We’ve watched lie after lie with 50% of the nation not even noticing or seeming to care.  We’ve watched a man who believes that one person alone should be able to change our entire government like he doesn’t understand the branches or veto power.  Believing that
one senator from New York can change our entire government and totally remake America even if she’s not in consensus with the rest of the Senate and the house. Elections are for people like me who always dreamed of making a difference with their life. I know no matter what’s wrong in life, no matter how down, or how baffled I am that grown adults screen shot posts and act like children, no matter how unsure of everything I am or how much I feel like I’ve wasted my talent and my life, election night is America’s chance to shine. For one brief moment, we are connected to all the generations that have gone before. And candidacies are like underdogs in sporting events in that when a Barack Obama comes out of nowhere and pulls off an upset, we have hope that we can too. Dreamers like me view politics as an outlet for those dreams and elections give us the opportunity to witness change that we can’t effect on our own. We are stronger together; we have more power together;  our voices together are louder than they ever will be alone.

But this election has been a disappointment, to put it in the most severe form of understatement.

When the world looks to us to elevate conversation and to dominate global altruism, we just allowed the rest of the world to peer in on a shit storm. Some people dream of growing up and having children, getting married, bulding roots, I always dreamed of making a difference. I wanted to be the lawyer that saves the day, the politician that got it done, the civil servant who worked hard to earn her constituents trust, the writer who puts down words on paper that change the way somebody viewed life. I never wanted to be liked, I never needed to be liked, what I needed was to feel that I did something with all that I’ve been given, with my talent, with my voice, with my self-expression. And an election is when people like me get to see that reflected. And we get to hope for more — for change, for goodness, for making a difference that matters. Campaigns are the build up to the slow evolution that changes lives. This campaign hasn’t been about hope, it’s been about hate.

And I’m ready for it to be over.

These United States

This morning I was setting in the car at Dunkin Donuts, drinking my coffee, and thinking about how I need to be at home finishing my projects to sell before winter comes and it’s time to turn the gas on. But I needed to write for a minute. Because of the feeling I had when  I looked around at this blessed life we call America.

Everytime I see or have an interaction with somebody who has Down Syndrome, I just feel this calling on my heart to adopt a child that’s been given away because someone either couldn’t care for them or didn’t want to care for them because they were born with Downs. I mean, there is no joy in life quite like what can be experienced through having any interaction with someone with Down Syndrome. The joy in their hearts and spirit is just almost indescribable. And I set there with tears in my eyes watching this champion of life come out with his mom and his car keys, and I always go back to Donald Trump mocking the New York Times reporter on that stage. And it fills me with anger. Because bullies always pick on the weakest person. What Donald Trump failed to realize is how much stronger those with disabilities are than he will ever be.

That conversation last night was so infuriating, I seriously almost threw my cup of coffee at this lady.
To watch someone who claims to have a family member who is disabled defend the actions of Donald Trump — it’s just sickening.  Because there’s no excuse other than it’s rooted in race. If you sit there and say you have a sister who is physically disabled and then you make excuses for a presidential candidate that mocks people like your sister — simply because Donald Trump was outwitted by a man who walked a little different than he  did — there’s no other description for that, no other excuse for that, other than you are a racist white girl who likes what Trump has to say about Mexicans and black people so much that you’re willing to overlook his very clear and deliberate mimicking of someone with a handicap. You don’t have to like Hillary Clinton, but to go so far as to casually dismiss Donald Trump’s actions is unthinkable.

As I’m sitting there a little man walking in the coffee shop hollers at me, and he looks like my Pop except he’s carrying a book like my Uncle Chunky. And I recognize him.  He comes there everyday to drink coffee and read.  He hollered at me and said, “I like that Hillary sticker on the back of your car.  Did you see mine?”

And I just felt my heart smile.

“Yes, sir!” I called. “I saw your Hillary and your Obama one too. You’re my kind of people!”

The fact that he drives a Ford doesn’t hurt.

My heart was simply overjoyed. Seeing that young man with Down Syndrome with his mom, driving. Knowing it took every bit of nurturing that she gave him and every bit of belief and faith that she had in him when some people would have said you can’t, you never will.  And then seeing my Democratic buddy. I was happy, but sad. I just don’t know happened to our country. What happened to politics in this country. Why the division and  the rhetoric that you hear coming out of the anger in this most divisive of American elections is so fear-laden. When it couldn’t be further from the truth. We are in a better position than any other nation on Earth right now. The idea that we’re about to fold, or that nobody is afraid of or in awe of our military or country is just a scare tactic.

As I watched that young man get in his little Ford Ranger with his Mom and put it in drive, I looked through the window at my elderly friend drinking his coffee and reading a little bit of his political book, and I saw generations of Americans.  Young, old.  Black, white. Rich, poor.  Disabled or “normal”  — whatever the hell that is. And that’s the America I know. That’s the America I believe in.  The America public servants like Hillary Clinton dedicate their life to believing in. I can’t imagine, cannot fathom, the idea of getting behind the political prescription alleging to cure the diagnosis of America being a rapidly sinking shithole.

Do we have problems? Of course. Are we a dumpster fire where you’ll get raped by Mexicans, black people have no jobs or education and can’t walk down the street without getting shot —  because, you know, like there aren’t black people who live in the country and farm — and where we are vastly spinning into an oblivion of nothingness and despair and the only man that can save us is the great Donald J Trump alone?

Give me a break! 

The America Tump talks about is not the country I know.  Because the spirit of the American people is there everyday and it is tireless, even in the midst of the most divisive and ugly presidential campaign in American history. 

I see you, America.  I see your spirit.  I see your heart.  I see men like my granddaddy who worked at a Ford plant for decades so his granddaughter could fear S-words on the land he plowed, turn her nose up at the creek, lecture him about the cholesterol and dangers of eating the red meat of the cattle he sold and then gave us the cash, and sit back and read books.

The factory workers in Michigan, the coal miners in West Virginia, the bean farmers in Iowa, and the investment bankers in Charlotte. Everybody across America contributes to the fabric of who we are and it doesn’t stop with being white. I like cornbread and Yankee goulash as much as I like fried catfish and Mexican food. It’s the diversity of America that makes us so special. And it’s the goodness of who we are that makes us a superpower. If we lose that, what have we got?

Trump’s “America First” slogan was specifically derived from the same slogan used in World War II by the Americans who didn’t believe we should interfere with the Holocaust. Their descendants are likely the same ones who don’t believe that we should help Syrian refugees now. If America loses her way, if America loses her soul, if America loses her backbone,  if America loses her dignity, we won’t just be NOT great, we will be lost. Hopelessly.

Hopelessly. And that’s something America has never been. From the time Alexander Hamilton argued with John Adams, we have always known who and what we are and it’s very clear in those documents that our founding fathers sat down for us to govern and guide this great nation.

Some of us long for a time where politics resembled Tip O’Neill and Ronald Reagan. And a time when friendships were formed by men like the irreplaceable HW Bush and the man who defeated him,  Bill Clinton. Poppy Bush oozes goodness into everything he touches. It is possible to get back there again. To a time when we have more hugs between people like Michelle Obama and George W Bush. A time when you didn’t have to hate somebody just to disagree with them. But it starts with telling somebody like Donald Trump that his voice — his meanness, his cowardice, his gutter gab  — does not represent the majority of us.

And it never will. Not in these United States.

Still Plenty Time To Get Woke, Folks

I just broke down at Dunkin Donuts. So I asked the girl that’s been working there forever that I talk to everyday (whose husband happened to be hanging out outside) if they would mind jumping my car off. 

She said, “Yes , if you’ll answer one question for me.” 

I thought… Oh, my God, what will this be?

She said:  “You were here a couple weeks ago and you were crying — like really hard. We looked out and saw it and we wanted to come out there and ask you if you were okay. We were all really worried about you.”

I was touched.

She said, “I’ve wanted to ask you that everyday you’ve been here since.”

I promised her yes, I was okay.  I just got in a fight with my grandmother who is 90 and hateful. And I was heartbroken.

Turns out her grandmother just passed away last month at 87. So that got us into discussion about everything. Everything. We stood there and talked for an hour and a half.  Somehow, it turned to Obamacare and having insurance and the next you know she starts going off about Barack Obama.

I said, “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I wasn’t wearing one of my Obama t-shirts when I asked you for a jump off, huh?” 

I think she thought I was just kidding and she kept going. 

Finally,  I said,  “I’m a lifelong Democrat, political science major and a warrior for Barack Obama.” 

She kept going and her husband said,  “Honey, stop! She already told you she was a Democrat!”

I said, “No, no.  I’m a big girl. I’m strong enough to handle this conversation, trust me. ” 

She said, “It’s okay, my grandmother was a huge Democrat.”

I said,  “Well, that tells me that your grandmother was a good person who didn’t have a racist bone in her body. And that she stood behind things that she believed in.” 

She said, “Yes!”  A little surprised, even.

That’s because the entire South was democratic during her grandmother’s day. Because the Democratic Party fights for the middle class and the working man and always has for generations. But then the Democrats gave us the Civil Rights Act, and all of the racists in the South,  termed the Dixiecrats, left the party. Those who remained — the ones that chose to stay with the Democrats — you can bet, are some of the most decent, good,  honest,  hard-working, fair-minded, God-fearing people you’re likely to meet.  And that told me a lot about her grandmother.

The Democratic Party has always been for the working man and the depression-era generation witnessed that first-hand with the New Deal. It put food back on their table and a little money — for the first time in years —  back in their pocket. The Republican party has never stood for the middle class but they had to court voters to win elections in order to pass legislation protecting the wealthy and to do the bidding of their wealthy donors. So they started using the racist agenda, abortion, and Christianity to fool voters into believing that they stand for them.

She admitted she didn’t know that much about Obamacare, that she’s never looked it up, never attempted to sign up for it;  never read much about it.  I told her that that’s exactly what I mean, there’s so much misinformation out there!

I don’t believe that Republicans are bad people, regardless of how much I rant.  I think unless you’re wealthy, you’re just misinformed. Now, I wholeheartedly believe there’s a sect of religious crazies that are ridiculously hypocritical and angry, and then I believe there’s everybody else.  And I truly believe that if you sit down with somebody like me — when most people haven’t spent as much time studying it as I have — and you hear the truth and not the disinformation campaign that you get from your friend’s Facebook or Fox News,  that people are smart enough to make their own decisions. And that they’ll make the right one.

She then said,  “Well, I can’t like Obama because he’s against America and Trump is for America. Obama just wants to let terrorists in our country.”

I said, “No, you know what Obama wants to do? What Obama believes, what Hillary Clinton believes? That if you have spent 24 months in screening in a 
United Nations camp, you’ve been vetted for everything from head lice to venereal diseases and all your paperwork is in order and you are trying to flee a country where they are killing hundreds of people a week,  including children,then it’s up to the United States to do our part. Our European allies were there for us after 9-11 with no hesitation, and it’s not fair that Germany, that the UK, that Belgium, that all these nations abroad are all doing their part to give home to the women and children that are trying to leave hell on Earth, and the United States is full of racists who don’t want to carry our load. That’s what Barack Obama believes. There is no agenda to bring terrorist in our country, just an agenda of women like me that want to help a little Syrian baby. And for the record, I would have wanted to help Holocaust Survivors too. Are you telling me that Donald Trump would have been there with the “we can’t let them in attitude” then?

That opened the floodgates to questions and discussions and talking a lot about Donald Trump’s rhetoric. I’m not sure I convinced  her that Hillary was a good person and that Trump was an idiot, but I did make a start on convincing  that some of the things that she believed were completely and totally not true. I told her that if the country had more conversations like this with facts and data and BOOKS that you can read to back up what people like me are telling you — and less of the Ted Cruz and Marco Rubios that are trying to scare the hell out of everybody — then Washington might not be such a dumpster fire. Because we might start electing people that actually care and want to get stuff done.

She said, “I don’t hold anybody’s  political beliefs against them.”

I said:  “Yeah, I hold everybody’s political beliefs against them.”

She said, “Well, as long as you’re not out there beating up Trump supporters.”

I said, “No, I’d gladly beat up a Trump supporter. I just like you.”

I don’t know that I won over any hearts, but I do believe that Republicans are some good people.  Truly.  No matter how baffling I find their unintelligible talking points. Don’t get me wrong, there are some religious crazies that spew pure evil and racism;  there are some extremely selfish Americans;  there are those that seem to believe that Jesus wrote the Constitution, who want to completely abandon the documents that our founding fathers set down for us.

Then there’s everybody else.  I believe they’re well intentioned, but misinformed. It’s not entirely their fault. She was surprised  about Obamacare:  that yes, it does cover things;  yes, it is reasonable;  no, it’s not insurance. She didn’t seem to know that states like Tennessee didn’t pass the Medicaid expansion which means that those who benefit from Obamacare are small business owners and those who make a decent living. It’s the people that need it the most that are hurting, and that it’s the fault of these governors and state houses of Republican states who turned down federal dollars for the expansion. Who didn’t care that the ones who would suffer would be the ones Obamacare was intended to help the most.

The Republican party has never been for anybody but those at the top.  Only there’s not enough wealthy people to win elections. So they started trying to use moral issues to bait you, and in doing so, created a sect of Michele Bachmann bat crap crazies that have caused the dysfunction.  All Donald Trump has done is to tap into what Democrats been telling you all along. And now the Republicans,  the Trump voters, see that the Republicans have never stood for them. 

But here’s the thing: Donald Trump is not your answer.

All Donald Trump has done is exploit that truth for his own personal gain. Donald Trump has never done a damn thing for anybody whose last name isn’t Trump. He doesn’t have a philanthropic bone in his body.  With all the money and resources at his disposal, he’s never done a damn thing in his 70 years to take care of anybody. Why would he start now? He hasn’t even donated to his own charity in years.  He’s just been spending everybody else’s money and putting his name on it. Donald Trump is simply tapping into your wokeness, if you will,  with regards to the fact the Republicans have never been there for you. And he’s playing you just like those same Republican politicians have done all along.

You want real change, real progress; you want somebody who has pent their lifetime fighting for women’s, children’s, minorities’ rights;  somebody who has battled inequalities,  racism, sexism, discrimination;  somebody who has broken barriers, shattered boundaries;  want somebody who has taken it on the chin and just kept going; you want a real fighter; you want somebody whose  resume is where her mouth is?  Hillary Clinton is your candidate.

There’s still plenty time to get woke, folks.

Hey Pundits: I Call BullShit!

I am laughing like a school girl at a One Direction concert,  arguing with a bunch of pundits on Twitter right now. Only in this election would lying your ass off be considered winning on “style” because you didn’t interrupt as much. Yes, Tim Kaine interrupted. And Mike Pence wouldn’t shut the hell up.

Here’s a clue guys,  if we would have allowed fact-checking in these  debates (which the GOP wouldn’t and whined incessantly after the  2012 body slam of Mitt Romney when Obama said “Candy, get the  transcripts” and outed  Romney on his lies on national television) then Tim Kaine would not have had to interrupt Mike Pence  every time he opened his mouth with a fresh Donald Trump lie.

Democrat or Republican, at this point in this election, you know exactly the things that Donald Trump has said — we all do!  Mike Pence spoke as if he believes that we’re all stupid, illiterate,  or haven’t had a television for the last 16 months. And only in this crazy,  unprecedented, lack of  journalistic integrity election cycle of 2016, would we allow somebody to lie on national television, and then claim that he “won” because he lied with a smile and a calm demeanor.

I LOOOOVE Black People: Why Donald Trump Will Not See The Oval Office

I don’t know who killed JonBenet Ramsey. I don’t know if the Vols will beat Florida on Saturday (it depends on which Tennessee team shows up). I don’t know if the Titans will win more than 2 games this season. My heart won’t let me formulate an estimation on when Yadier Molina will retire. I don’t know why Florida State got blown out by 50 (or how), or why Ole Miss seems to be the only team in the country that can get something over on Alabama. But I know this: Donald Trump will not be elected president of United States.

I know that in the near 16 months I have spent consuming this in my every waking moment, I have discovered one glaringly fundamental difference between surrogates for other candidates that verbally spar with Trump supporters and surrogates of other candidates — particularly Hillary Clinton supporters– of color who spar with Trump surrogates. Those of color are noticeably angry when the subject of Donald Trump is approached.

I’ve written many times about how you cannot win the White House without carrying 40% of the Latino vote — the reason that George W. Bush was able to win the popular vote in one such ection (2004) is because he did. And that’s rare for a Republican, and almost unheard of for today’s brand of Build-A-Wall Republican. That 40% of Latino doesn’t count for votes of color. Meaning: There are just not enough racist white people to win elections. Voters of color — be they black or brown — are angry at Donald Trump. Understandably so.

Donald Trump has spent 5 years slandering, smearing, and attempting to de-legitimize the president of the United States. Insinuating that he’s not actually American — which is a racially coated charge held by white people that goes back to the way we as a nation treated people of color since the arrival at Jamestown.

How the hell do you treat the nation’s first African American president with such BS and bigotry, and then expect to seek election to the nation’s highest office?

Now, Trump attempts to gloss  over it. Skip it. Or “move on” as Kellyanne Conway claims. Donald Trump’s can’t take back his birtherism claims anymore than Jenny McCarthy can take back her vaccine nonsense. The time for that was years ago.

In other terms:  It’s too late now, hoss!  You’ve done real damage. And we’re — the sane portion of the population — mad as hell.

The Obama Coalition, that handed one of the soundest defeats seen in presidential elections in recent memory  (there’s only been a few)  to John McCain, will, make no mistake,  rally. I don’t care what people — and by that, I mean pundits — say. I don’t care what polls say. If polls predicted presidents,  we’d have a President Landon, President Dukakis, President Romney.  I care what happens when you piss change-makers off. Don’t underestimate the power of seeing President Obama tell his base that if they want to give him a good send off, they’ll get out and vote for Hillary Clinton.

President Obama remains tremendously popular among those that love him — and, bear in political mind, they were enough to elect him twice. They’re very loyal to President Obama; appreciative of Obama; and when the president speaks, they listen.

The majority of American voters are not going to witness the three presidential debate with Donald Trump verbally vomiting fabricated spoken upchuck and Hillary Clinton speaking in that elusive and increasingly effervescent tongue of truth (and fact) and make the ridiculous choice. Americans are smarter than that.

The electoral map is laid out in favor of a Democrat, it would take a strong, sound, sane Republican to break through that and Donald Trump can’t even break through to his own party. I refuse to accept that I live in a nation that can subscribe to the belief that a man that knows absolutely zero about government is the best equipped to lead it. That’s naive nonsense.

The cherry on the election sundae? Even if the white people were ridiculous enough to soak up that shit speech Donald Trump spits everytime he opens that hole in his spray tan face, black people.

Yes, black people. Black people are here to save the day. Don’t ever get complacent, white supremacist — which means, Trump voters — over the power of what black people are able to do when rallied.  And black people are going to come out in droves to save this election. 

So, white people who read above a grade school level, which means any of you not voting for Trump,  you should take the time to turn to a black person next to you and say,  “Thank you!”

Thank you for music, thank you for sports, thank you for hot water cornbread, thank you for the Olympics, and thank you for saving us from the dumb ass, angry white people every time it’s the season to vote for a President. Thank you for policing our streets, for serving our nation, for teaching our classrooms, performing our root canals, for curing our cancer, for continuing to contribute to a nation that is constantly slapping you in the face — currently with the presidential candidate for the Republican party.

Not all of us spend our spare time cutting eyeholes in our shiny, new white sheets.

So, thank you, black people. You are the reason I can say emphatically that Donald Trump will not EVER see the Oval Office.  And I love the hell out of my black American fam for that.

The Tangerine-Tinted Natural Disaster Talks Childcare

You can’t make this stuff up. For two decades Democrats have been trying to make paid maternity leave a reality here in the United States like it is in every other developed country on Earth, and Republicans continue to say, “It’s not my job to pay you to stay home with your kid!”

Donald Trump comes out today and says, “We can offer every woman who has a baby 6 weeks of paid maternity leave.”

And his audience lights up like this is brand new information.

Two things funny about that:  1) Trump supporters applauding because they’re too politically ignorant to even realize YOUR  party is NOT on board with that;  2) Democrats (read: Hillary Clinton) have been working on those proposals for decades.

Your party says NO — constantly.


Trump supporters have reached such a scarily cultish mentality where the party of “put God back in schools”  could watch Donald Trump  stand up preach about separation of church and state, and they’d start singing, “Amen! Hallelujah, Brother Trump! Preach, preach!”

And then invariably go on to talk about how he “tells it like it is.”

That is, until he decides to tell it some other way. In which case, “Barack Obama!”

At this point, the most polite response I have for Donald Trump is this:  SHUT THE F-CK UP, you tangerine-tinted natural disaster.

He’s like a tsunami of stupid. A typhoon of tyranny. An earthquake of massive idiot. A tornado of trash. A flood of f-cked up faux-presidential bullshit.

Come on, November.