Tuesday, January 9, 2018

The first wet day of the season is giving a lot of people headaches, bringing mudslides and floods to fire ravaged land…


The skank was grateful that she lived in a bubble that trapped the sun the year round. But she loved rainy days…


“The east coast is freezing sharks to death and killing fishes and iguanas in Florida,” said the troll…


“Bats are falling dead from trees in Australia by the hundreds because of a heat wave they’re having,” said the skank. “Crazy weather everywhere."…


The witch was in the kitchen making scrambled eggs and bacon. “I hope you guys are hungry,” she said. “Consider it a token payment for your help.”…


They were there to help her strip the buds off the stems and trim the leaves around the colas. It was a good working day…


The troll always looked forward to helping his friends harvest their new crops because he got to sample the goods. “The way things are going, those big outlets are going to be looking over their shoulder to see if the Feds are coming,” he said…


“Sessions is a kiss ass,” said the skank…


“They all are,” said the witch. “This marijuana thing has grown into a big juggernaut. Not even the Federal Government is going to go against a populist movement like the weed initiative. There’s too much money to be made, too many taxes to levy.”…


She supposed that Trump was at an age where he didn’t have to be high to experience brain lapses. His nature is governed by Occam’s razor and a truckload of self- aggrandizement …


If he happened to forget or suddenly become bored by the fine points of diplomacy, it really didn’t matter. He knew better than anyone else that he had single-handedly turned Washington into a reality show more than it had ever been before. People wanted to be amused, entertained…


Trump knew the world would continue with or without his flubs. His view of the world was not as important as people thought, and he knew this too. He must wonder why others couldn’t see the same thing, thought the witch. Why do they take things so seriously?…


Forgetting is a good trick we don’t need to learn. Trump knows that because of this built-in human flaw, he can lie through his teeth every single day of the week and people will forgive and forget in short order. They always do, especially if you give them what they want…


“I heard Trump and his wife sleep in separate bedrooms,” said the skank…


“I bet Melania has a hell of a tale to tell,” said the witch. “A sad and tragic tale.”…


“After he kicks, the gates will open” said the troll. “I’m sure she’s taking notes.”…


Friday, January 5, 2018

The Mason’s wife downloaded the book that exposes the inner sanctum of Trump’s White House. Her husband read it on his Kindle, and she read it on her laptop…


They were looking for the cracks that would eventually widen into chasms. Something was there, something unseemly and damning. You could see it on Trump’s face now and then, the look of a child who just killed the cat and is afraid others are on to him…


The one thing that caught their attention was how incredibly stupid Trump and his entourage were from the very start. It was common knowledge all along, but now it was confirmed by a man who was invited to eavesdrop on a group of people who had absolutely no idea what they were doing…


The naivety was welcomed by his base and other disgruntled voters. They wanted an influential tinhorn in the Oval Office and that’s precisely what they got. Trump was the wild card that would set things straight…


“But how dumb can you be,” said the Mason. “Right from the gate, he starts to knock over the china.”…


It was said that Michael Wolff was invited to the While House and given carte blanche due to an article he wrote about Trump that had flattered him, putting the author in his good graces. It made every bit of sense, thought the Mason's wife. Trump’s vanity had once again put the rope around his neck…


“I think Mueller is going to pull a rabbit out of a hat before month’s end,” said the Mason. “He’s getting close to uncovering a clutch of maggots.”…


“All the more reason for Trump to detox,” said his wife, “It would clear his head, still the voices. All that junk food can’t be doing him any good.”…


“He might want to get in touch with Michelle Obama and get a stack of healthy recipes,” said the Mason…


“His paranoia would lighten-up,” she said. “His entire brain must be saturated with all that gunk, clouding his thinking, making him crazy.”…


“I bet he throws fits like a spoiled little rich boy,” she said. “That can’t be very pleasant.”…


“He was put in the White House for a reason,” said her husband. “Something important, something big. There are no accidents.”…


The witch once said that Trump was an echo from the past, put here to clean something up on his end, and to find redemption in his actions…


The Mason’s wife wasn’t sure she believed it. Trump was certainly there for a reason, ordained or not by a spiritual/karmic force; but redemption for himself was something she could not envision under any circumstance…


“All the vices are beginning to tighten,” said her husband. “What bothers me is that Trump likes the turmoil. He gets off on it.”…


Spooky, thought his wife. Way too spooky. She sometimes thought Trump had a perverted death wish, cutting it as close to the edge as possible, playing chicken with big guns, feeling he can walk away the victor. The Mason’s wife was convinced that if anyone needed a junk food detox, it was Donald J. Trump…