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I try to calm down, and then discover this…
Does 2.65 million dollars in financing for the Republican National Committtee from three private prison firms have anything to do with Trump’s executive order to abolish Obama’s policy of deprivatizing prisons and to turn them into immigration detention camps for Mexican illegal immigrants and their children? MSNBC claims private prisons have forced immigrant detainees into slavery or they face solitary confinement. Please watch this video!!!
Why? Because I would be stumped.
We aren’t helping the situation by making fun of him and his party, and his supporters.
When someone can’t find their humanity, how would it be useful to respond? Challenging facts? That doesn’t work. Agreeing with defensive statements? Doesn’t change anything.
Shaming? Come on! Therapy should do no harm. What would the best psychotherapist do or say in order to help him love himself and others?
Unfortunately, I don’t know that money can be therapized, especially if it has become a metaphor for penis size, like guns.
Slapping a diagnosis on a person rarely makes a person feel better about themselves. How about therapeutic storytelling? (Not lying–real storytelling). Let’s see–
Once upon a time there was an unappreciated and insecure boy who had never known unconditional love–or any kind of love, as a matter of fact. Never experiencing unconditional love he had none to share with others. Underneath he was so hurt and vulnerable that he anesthetized his spirit, then lost it without ever realizing it. He could not miss what he had never known. From there on it was him against the world, falling on his own petard, isolated behind inpenetrable walls of denial and projection. His manna, money, was his mama, and he spent his life embracing her for cold comfort, the only kind he knew. His spirit had never been unworthy of love, but he did not believe it. High noon awaited him, and that time was nigh. At that moment a terminal medical condition was diagnosed, one he had no control over. It ate at his underpinnings and he cried for compassion, for himself. Where had he heard that word, and if he found it would he even recognize it?
Sociopath–narcissist–genetic or not, we can pity the mad dog with rabies, can we not? I wonder if anyone has ever tried to find a cure for that dog?
No answers, just thinking. By a democrat.
Trump tries to limit congressional visits to baby concentration camps.
Also, “I will personally hold a fundraiser for the Democrat who gets forcibly thrown out of a child detention center for attempting to ask a child if he or she is doing okay. Not just asked to leave, mind you. Someone who is told not to talk to the children, persists (in the child’s language), is asked to leave, refuses, and is escorted out, preferably while having the whole thing recorded. Because holy crap is this a naked effort to evade oversight and keep a lid on what the administration is doing to kids, and if at least one representative or senator cannot hold firm and refuse to be intimidated, we are in some trouble.”
A happier time: 
THE WORLD IS FLAT AFTER ALL
Dubbed Democracy, it used to be
top of the line, the lead ship, at sea,
and on the land it served us well,
until the strains of its death knell
fell,
baring an underbelly swole
with all the pilfered things they stole
in broad daylight, and on t.v.!
Gone is the half-belief in he
who’ll take us safely to the shore
while staying steadfast to the core.
The compass nestles in the deep
while those on board remain asleep.
They used to say the earth was round,
that right makes might, but I found
that all I knew I now know not,
nor how to tell the truth from rot,
and not so sure that we’ll endure,
to make a safe arrival.
Nan
While I understand that we’re all part of the Universe’s “Planned Obsolescence” blueprint, and I know my pig valve and cow valve must be getting rusty, I want to say that today time has been on my side, for at least a little while. More than a year and half ago when I sustained a compression fracture from lifting a heavy terra cotta giraffe off my counter, and more recently totalled my car and gave up driving, I felt time was gobbling me up. But now, today, I can say that I’m somewhat my old self again, without pain but just a little short on energy. But to feel like time is still a little bit on my side is really awesome, as the new generation would say.
Belly laugh…
“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write. I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. ‘Can I have a piece of pie’ he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.”
– Jim Harrison
Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec god of primordial creation, swaggered drunk through the door at 6AM this morning as I was getting ready for work.
He does this every time he comes to visit – drinks pulque all night with his cousins in Queens, then comes to sleep it off on my couch.
When he wakes up he will eat an entire box of Pop-Tarts and drink all the orange juice. He’s just like that. Fun god to know, but lousy houseguest.
With all those snakes and war hammers and other cool god gear I can’t really say no, although my wife thinks I could just not…
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Maybe you can come up with your own list. Feel free to add to mine: 
Strengthen our enemies?
Weaken our allies?
Refuse to protect our elections?
Use his influence to pad his pockets?
Weaken public school education?
Lie?
Cheat?
Destroy checks and balances?
Restrict workers’ pay?
Blatantly appoint termites to the system?
Lionize despots?
Strip power from our democratic institutions?
Actively harm the weak, the poor, non-whites, all minorities except the one percent?
Immolate trust in democracy?
Castrate the power of the people?
Sacrifice survival of the planet for short term gratification?
Put babies and children in concentration camps?
Replace love with lust?
Withdraw from the U.N. Human Rights Council in a pique?
Poison the milk of human kindness?
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