I don’t need to be the smart guy in the room. I DO need to be that guy sitting in his seat, a yelling his head off for the Kraken, sipping a great Washington indie beer that I didn’t have to smuggle in.
What happens when the fabled American Attention Span moves on, as it ALWAYS does, and Trump is a sad and distant relic of their Party’s failures?
The Trumps have collectively, led by their yahoo father, become a perfect caricature of American Excess. Gold toilets, skyscrapers, swimmin’ pools, movie stars. Youse guys come back, now, y’heah me?
Break up partisan gridlock and REQUIRE these servants who work for US to focus on the tasks at hand and less on maneuvering for political leverage and getting reelected.
Garrett Marrero is a Nice Guy. I will never meet him but if I did, I’d like him. I hope he makes 200 billion dollars and becomes governor of Hawaii…because he’d do the right thing with both of those.
There are certain things you HAVE TO DO to run any business. Gotta have some financing, gotta present yourself in a professional way, gotta step outside your frame and see how you stand in the market.
What we have is millions of emotional and intellectual toddlers; arrested development cases who grew into the idea that they should always get their way, whether anybody else liked it or not, whether they deserved it or not.
As someone who was so repelled by the South’s heinous record of discrimination and savagery against blacks that I moved all the way to Seattle to get out of the virulent remnants of that culture, it is grimly satisfying to me to see parts of the South, however slowly and painfully, begin the process of accepting and honoring the enormous cultural contribution of its early African American settlers.
The Pour Fool 