As a country, we have been walking on eggshells for 9 months. It has to stop!
I’m 88-years-old and everyday something new happens to further break apart our once great country.
What is coming out of that White House every day is appalling and criminal and it is eating away at millions of Americans like a cancer.
People are afraid to look at the news. People are drinking more. People are getting sicker. People are driving aggressive like maniacs because everyone is stressed because it’s ALL TOO MUCH – AND IT HAS TO STOP!
Marshall Mathers did a great service to his country by fighting back with his words. His violent, angry words that had to be said. He’s a good Michigan boy and has done a lot of great things for this state. He just did one more.
Thank you, Marshall.
The clown in chief is ruining our country! STOP HIM OR IT TRULY WILL BE TOO LATE.
So I wrote that American Needs Donald Trump to become President because… (as I wrote): He will be so horrible as a President that by 2020, Americans will do anything to reclaim their God given right to change things through the voting booth.
I never predicted it would be this bad. We don’t have until 2020.
Please listen to Marshall Mathers’ words and do something!
I’m 88-years-old and really falling apart. I may not even make to the 2016 Election (especially with Those Damn Kids running around on my grass, dropping their crappy chocolate ice cream in Mrs. Aldrich’s flowers and peeing all over my car just after I had it washed – this just all in the last hour!).
They know my hands shake too bad to load my gun with bullets – but one day I’ll get one in the chamber and there will be one less damn kid to ruin my life.
But I digress…
This isn’t about me or my colostomy bag, this is about the future of America and why we need Donald Trump to become President of the United States.
Elections are bullshit.
No one votes anymore.
We had a local election in Lansing a couple of months ago and less than 2% percent voted. There were more volunteers at the polling stations than there were voters.
Donald Trump will change that.
He will be so horrible as a President that by 2020, Americans will do anything to reclaim their God given right to change things through the voting booth.
But if we have another stale boring Presidential race and someone like Jeb Bush or Hillary Clinton becomes President, by 2020 no one will ever want to vote again.
First, I must admit, I was wrong last week when I said “Hillary Is Toast.” For some reason, I forgot all about the Clinton political machine (how could anyone forget that?).
There is no doubt – Hillary Clinton will win the Presidential election in 2016 and be our country’s first female President.
Fox News knows this is true and is already working on a new strategy:
P.S. – People have been writing me to get back to my normal blogging topics – “Those Damn Kids” in my neighborhood and my health issues. I promise I will do that and leave the politics to the experts.
The American people are going to turn on Hillary just like they turned on Brian Williams and Bill Cosby (not in the same ballpark – he’s a rapist after all!) [lawyer’s note: ‘alleged rapist’].
It’s a matter of trust and we no longer trust Hillary Clinton, Brian Williams or Bill Cosby (and if I was woman in a room with and he offered me a drink… Jesus H. Christ – he was BILL COSBY – a huge star –most of those woman probably would have had sex with him in the regular way – which is why he is a sick psychopath) [lawyer’s note: ‘alleged sick psychopath’]
I don’t know why Hillary decided not to use her State Department email account. Maybe it was just easier on her Blackberry to use one email account for personal and work business and didn’t like switching back and forth.
It doesn’t really matter because now, no matter the reason, we suspect she was hiding something or wanted to be able to delete certain items after she sent them.
This is a shame because the Democrats have nothing now.
Hillary still might be the nominee but Democrats today are a lot less excited about her prospects.
Republicans will not let this go – much like Benghazi – and Hillary will be brought to her knees with accusations and questions and she’ll never get a chance to campaign effectively.
So – we’re probably going to have President Jeb Bush.
P.S. – Maybe Al Gore will give it another go – but I’d hate to see him lose to two Bush’s. Well, he didn’t actually LOSE the first one – but I digress…
Mrs. Aldrich turns on the TV for me. She liquified some strawberries and poured me a nice big glass of vodka.
I was ready for five hours of peace and enjoyment.
But, apparently, those damned mucky kids were also up and running around the the neighborhood drunk from some all night party.
They were vomiting on my lawn, fighting on my lawn, throwing eggs at my house and, in general, making me wish I was living in eastern Ukraine.
There were THUMPS and SCREAMS and there was nothing I could do.
I called the police but in East Lansing, that doesn’t really get anywhere. They don’t come for loud noise… only murder… but not for a while.
I told them that was a real possibility if those damn kids didn’t shut their yaps and go home.
I am choosing not to show images of Those Damn Drunken Kids
While I’m dealing with the noise and waiting on the phone, Rory McIllroy is having an incredible round with some incredible shots.
Tom Watson is, once again, playing for us old guys.
And Tiger Woods is in the hunt. (After Round 2 strike the above comment.)
I sent Mrs. Aldrich outside to try to deal with the situation, but she came back quickly to get some water to put out a bag of flaming shit that she could see outside on the doorstep.
That was it!
Snotty Scotty and his drunken terrorists were finally going to meet their maker.
I was going to kill them, finish watching the 1st round of The Open Championship and then call the police to tell them there has been a justified killing.
Just as was going to get my gun, there was a knock at the door.
If this was ding dong ditch ’em, and I open that door and no one is there, the whole neighborhood is going up in flames. I’ll burn it all down.
Standing in the doorway was my old friend Dick Shepherd – looking worse than ever. Dick has 1/4 of a lung, one working eye, half a tongue and various other horrible ailments.
He had stomped out the flaming poop and there was no one to be seen on my lawn. Just some leftover mess that Mrs. Aldrich will clean up later.
“Dick, what the Hell? Where are those damn kids that were out here?”
“I dragged one off your lawn. There are two passed out drunk on the street.”
“But what are you doing here?”
“It’s The Open Championship – I brought a bottle of vodka.”
Good ol’ one eye, half tongue Dick. I could always count on him.
You know we’re living in a crazy fucked up world when a victory for Russia is that no one gets killed during the Sochi Olympic games.
If terrorists do not strike, I can imagine Vladimir Putin shouting from the Caucasus Mountains: “See, I told you! Now please you to come to Russia for visit. We are safe!”
The fact is, most people in the world will be very surprised if there isn’t at least one act of violence or terrorism during the games.
I personally believe there will be several acts of violence and probably a couple of countries will leave early because of it.
What’s the point of going there then?
I understand it for the athletes, they been training their entire young lives and this might be their only shot. If you’re a cross-country skier, you roll the dice at that point.
But why do we have to send Matt Lauer and Savannah Guthrie into the shit?
How many morning show hosts are we willing to sacrifice for sport? 15? 20?
Shame on you, NBC.
Send that guy that’s always in the flak jacket in Egypt. He can probably tell you what’s happening in the luge.
There’s no upside for Russia as host of these games. Why would anyone visit a place that needs 40,000 troops to protect you?
A million troops could probably protect South Sudan but you see them trying to host the Academy Awards or even a bowling tournament.
It’s such a joke.
Those Olympics venues will look like Sarajaveo’s in a couple of years with grass growing through what used to be a Curling arena or whatever.
I hear they have 40,000 troops guarding the Games.
That has to make one feel secure – 40,000 drunken Russian troops lusting after Polish ice dancers.
The goddamned Polish ice dancers never had a chance.
I’ve been peeing my pants (more than normal) and sweating more than a Boston marathon bomber hiding in a boat in the backyard.
And worse of all, I’ve had no energy to scream at THOSE DAMN KIDS!
School started this week and my yard is already showing the effects. Those little pissants love to use my yard as a sidewalk and my shrubs as a trash bin. Walk in the street, ya little Hitler youths!
Now my hands are trembling.
Fuck this new pill. I am officially disobeying Dr. Quack.
Dick Shepherd (left picture – 1943) came by the house last weekend and we watched golf and basketball on television.
Michigan State looks good and so does Tiger Woods (though I think if he gets close to breaking Sam Sneed’s record for most victories or Jack Nicholson’s record most major victories, someone should break Tiger’s hands).
Dick Shepherd – or ‘Shep’ as I call him – has been an acquaintance of mine for over 75 years. Neither one of us left the neighborhood after the war like so many others I used to know that are long since dead.
Shep moved to East Lansing in 1935 from Hawaii. And like everyone from that stupid “state,” he’s about as smart as a coconut. He’s got six stupid grandchildren that like to do stuff like hide his dentures and spray him with the hose.
Thank God it was cold outside – so Those Damn Kidsfrom the neighborhood were most likely pissing all over the mall urinals and watching another two hours of Hollywood tripe.
This is not a complaint. I am grateful for the afternoon of peace from those little assholes.
But back to Shep. He’s got one kidney, half a tongue and a quarter lung left. Doctors say, once he gets down to an eighth of a lung, he can being the countdown to his death.
Shep’s looking forward to that countdown – aren’t we all.
He still smokes and chews tobacco at the same time.
Good ol’ Shep.
I’d put a current picture of Shep here – but I promised him I wouldn’t. There is absolutely no resemblance left of that young man up there.
So we’re watching this golf tournament and every one of the damn commercials is about retirement planning or erectile disorder. Is every man who watches golf impotent and in need of financial advice?
But the commercials on the Michigan State basketball game were about young men drinking and trying to have sex with young attractive women.
If those young men want to keep having sex with those young women, they had better watch more golf and figure out how to stay erect and plan for a strong financial future.
