When Rod Smart was a football player in the short-lived XFL his nickname was He Hate Me and he even had it on his jersey.
We now have President She Hate Me in the White House.
Trump is failing and flailing, a weak president because everybody, but especially every woman hates him.
Okay, so that is hyperbole. Clearly he has a base of support. But everybody else hates his God-damned guts. Nobody is neutral. Everybody knows how they feel about him and if you’re not in that small, shrinking little club of white resentment and toxic male privilege, you feel nothing but hatred and terror. You’re never going to be convinced that this KGB traitor is acting in your interests. Not if you’re a minority, not if you are a first-generation American and absolutely NOT if you’re a woman outside of the evangelical movement.
That’s what is going to be the most important factor in removing this American mistake, this tragedy, the spearhead of this Russian intelligence operation, this chaotic farce of Grift and Lies.
President She Hate Me, millions of women are going to save America from your lies and misconduct.
My last trip to Arizona featured a weekend layover so I rented a car and drove to the Grand Canyon!
I got there Saturday afternoon and it was cold and snowy. I found a nice hotel room, checked in and went to the South Rim. It was a learning experience and prepared me for the weekend. I leashed Jackie and took her with me to Mather Point, but I should have probably left her in the car. She was okay for a few minutes but then got cold, wet and upset! But I parked and walked up to the rim. It was busy with tourists, many from other countries. Europe and Asia. The buses were carrying people bundled up for the cold weather and everybody was running around excited, taking pictures and laughing and having a good visit. I was breathless and almost crying from all the emotions of doing something I’d been dreaming about for years and there it was. You see the pines and glimpses of the North Rim and finally the wide expanse of the canyon. I was definitely overwhelmed. Worrying about my dog running around and the contagious excitement of everybody, the snow and cold, and the feeling of coming to Holy Ground was all pushing me to the limits of overwhelming sensation. Pure joy. I stayed just a few minutes taking pictures and watching everybody before my dog was overwhelmed with the cold. I got disoriented and couldn’t find my way back to the car at first, I wandered west along the rim for a few minutes and Jackie was getting more and more uncomfortable and upset. Finally I had to pick her up and bundle her in my jacket and find my way back to the car. I knew I was on the right track when I found the memorial plaque honoring the many Native American nations of the Colorado River Valley there. The pictures I took Saturday were snowy and low visibility, but I was looking forward to seeing more on Sunday morning when the weather was supposed to be clear. So we went to get something to eat and got back to the hotel.
My favorite part of the trip was Sunday morning. The snow cleared out and the visibility was unlimited. You could see mountains a hundred miles away, the San Francisco mountains to the south and Mt Trumbull was visible from Yavapai Point. I found a parking lot that was empty and hiked a half mile to the South Rim.
I was alone with the sound of the wind and nobody to see me close to tears. I stayed there maybe ten or fifteen minutes, taking pictures and listening to the wind in the trees, only a single hiker passed by. I made my way back to the car and my dog there. I couldn’t take her with me because it was 20° and it was better to leave her in the car. We rode through the village and west to Hermit’s Rest, where you could see the San Francisco mountains near Flagstaff. This was a high place with ravens soaring and I think it was a trailhead into the canyon. We left there and went to the hotel for checkout before a last trip to the South Rim which was also wonderful. I found Yavapai Point and visited the museum with maps and dioramas. You could stand inside and see the canyon through the windows. I bought a USGS Survey Benchmark pin and watched the other visitors, families and so much excitement! It was finally time to leave with my memories and pictures from my unforgettable experience.
I believe it’s a waste of time and resources to look for a motive in the Las Vegas shootings.
Why does the killer do something like this? Because he can.
Why did those people die, is a more salient question. You died because you lived in America in the 21st century. You died because of the NRA and the cowardice of lawmakers who allow us to stockpile WMDs. You died for nothing. You were wasted. You died to protect the pride and bank account of Wayne Lapierre.
You died for nothing just like every American who will die in Donald Trump’s nuclear holocaust.
A wave traveled across the country today.
I was at an eclipse festival in Sylva NC waiting for totality when I realized I had left my binoculars in the car parked a mile away, so I wasn’t in the main crowd of people. There was a shopping center parking lot with maybe 50-100 people sitting in cars or on the grass watching, so there we were. There was several hundred people at the Bridge Park and a very nice pavilion and when totality arrived, I pulled out my earbuds with my carefully chosen soundtrack for eclipse watching because a tremendous roar from the crowd erupted.
The moon was eclipsing the sun.
This roar will stay in my memory, just as will seeing the eclipse with my own eyes.
This wave of cheering that traveled across the country from Oregon to South Carolina, this is what I will never forget. The unity of the thrill of everything that came together to let millions of people see this celestial wonder.
Pictures taken with my Samsung Galaxy S7 active
Dear Trump supporter
We now live in a time of national crisis, when the President freely violates state laws, federal laws and the Constitution he swore an oath to honor and uphold.
I blame you.
You’re playing no small part in this destructive nightmare that has been brought to America by Trump, Putin and the Republican Party. I take what is being done to this country by him and you all very personally. I have no more respect for you than Trump does for Secretary Clinton and President Obama. This country is so humiliated by Trump on a daily basis, it makes me almost physically ill. I am personally ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated by everything he does and says. I will never be able to look at you, talk to you or think of you again without feeling this way. So I am going to put you out of my mind and forget you.
Signed with the sincerest regret and sorrow
The Wonder now of wondering
How or whether or if
How close or what is possible
Does time and chance this gift
Empower in designs create
Do questions centered meet
What borders lie between us now
In mysteries replete?
Recently there has been a lot of discussion about the supposed legitimacy of Donald Trump taking the Office of the President of the United States of America.
I will personally regard him as legitimate when he takes the following steps:
He must release his taxes for the last ten years.
He must appoint a Special Counsel to investigate the role of the Russian Government in the presidential election of 2016; someone of the stature of Mitt Romney, Sam Nunn or George Mitchell.
He, his children and Jared Kushner must completely divest and liquidate their corporate assets into a blind trust or stock index trust.
He must appoint Merritt Garland to the Supreme Court.
Until such time, I refuse to accept as legitimate the Usurper Donald Trump.
Donald Trump famously said he could “shoot a man on Fifth Avenue” and not lose any supporters.
He’s doing something even worse than cold-blooded murder. He’s murdering our democracy.
Trump’s claims that our democratic process is rigged are extremely toxic and damaging to the very idea, the ideals of democracy.
Donald Trump is the most dangerous human being alive today. He’s a criminal asking to be given the White House so he can be a fascist dictator. He must be stopped by the very people he wants to lord over.
God save the United States of America.
He wanders through a desert
lost, surrounded by her presence
seeing her hair streaming in sand
blown from fragile dunes, her eyes
caught in the stars of the Scorpion’s tail
her hands holding him up through all
his inattentive staggering
her face so well remembered in the deep deep sun
all her curves and mysteries lost
in the distant horizons of his dreams
her voice and breath in the endless
wind and everywhere her love, her love
carrying him through every step towards home…