Lowering The Barr

U.S. Attorney General Barr, flanked by Acting Principal Associate Deputy Attorney General O'Callaghan and Deputy Attorney General Rosenstein, speaks at a news conference on his release of the Mueller report in WashingtonI was in the process of drafting a post about the lying sack of shit who is our Attorney General, who apparently thinks he’s the defense attorney for the lying sack of shit of a president, instead of the chief attorney for the American people.

But then I took a break, went to my Reader, and saw a post from Suze over at Suziland Too or Obsolete Childhood. Suze expresses what I am feeling and does it even better than I can. I would have reblogged it if I saw the reblog button on her site, but I couldn’t find it.

So instead, I implore you to click HERE and read what Suze has to say. It will be well worth your time.

Friday Fictioneers + First Line Friday

B4E31777-3AF4-49F5-BECE-CD4EC6DF892F“This was by far, the bleakest and blackest of Fridays,” Craig said, sitting with his wife in the park near the serenity of a series of small waterfalls.

“You say that every year on the day after Thanksgiving,” Anna said. “But yes, last night’s dinner was extreme.”

“I just can’t fathom how gullible and, yes, stupid, some of my relatives are,” Craig said. “I’m sorry, Anna, but this is it. No more family Thanksgiving dinners at our home. Never again. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Never say never,” Anna said, trying to console her husband. “Trump won’t be president forever.”

(100 words)


Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt and for the  Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday prompt. Photo credit: Dale Rogerson.

Weekend Writing Prompt — Headline

417A58FD-774F-4562-8F03-4EFD1AB68614“Did you see the headline in the paper this morning?” my wife asked me when I sat down at the kitchen table.

“You mean the one about….”

“Yeah, that one.”

“I saw it,” I said.

“Did you read the article?”

“No, I can’t read that crap anymore.”

“Why not? Aren’t you interested?”

“No, not really.”

(55 words, exactly)


Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, “Headline.”F88F0CB2-DF71-47C4-8FF2-5646473E7880

And Then There Was This

90BC03AE-42DC-42CF-ADB2-6B3C48D3832CEarlier today I published a post, “Rally Fatigue,” in which I lamented that people seem to have grown weary of attending anti-Trump rallies and protest marches. And it’s hard not to feel fatigued, since the despicable moron in the Oval Office gives us reason after reason to go to protest rallies and marches.

Just today the vindictive ignoramous demanded that American flags not be flown at half staff to honor the passing of John McCain. Traditionally, sitting senators who die in office have flags lowered in their honor from date of death until burial. How pathetic, thin-skinned, self-centered, and low-class can “our” president be?

One blogger, some dude who calls himself Jonolan, apparently feels a little different when it comes to those who rally against our asshole-in-chief. He graced my post with this comment:

“Yep. it sucks. I kept hoping that they’d grow and escalate so as to give Americans and OUR President the excuse to gun them down en mass as a matter of national security.

And yeah, you ‘wife’ would look so much better with a bullet hole through her nasty face, just like any other domestic enemy of the American people.”

My blogging buddy, Marilyn Armstrong, responded to that comment. She wrote:

“Ban Jonolan. Anyone who threatens you with a bullet in the face, ban him from your sight and REPORT HIM TO WORDPRESS. Don’t mess around with them. They aren’t cute or funny and ignoring them is a good way to wind up dead.”

I’ve decided not to ban him. Instead  I want to keep his comment there to remind me that Hillary was right all along when she said that half of Trump’s supporters belong in a basket of deplorables. Certainly this Jonolan guy is, as I responded in my post to his comment, “one sick puppy.”

Reap What You Sow

203A9AC5-D06F-4F7A-A6FB-0C0C6411176D“Donald, you can’t continue to sow discontent on the American people,” the president’s lawyer told him. “Ultimately you will reap what you sow, and it won’t be pretty.”

“I know what I’m doing, believe me,” the president said. “I’m a very smart person, a genius, a stable genius.”

“All due respect, Mr. President,” the lawyer argued, “even you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.”


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Written for the “In Other Words” prompt from Patricia’s Place, where the word is “sow.” We are asked to write a story or poem of five lines or less using the word “sow.” Image credit: Kate Salley Palmer.