All Republican Women Must Be Suffering From Stockholm Syndrome

That is the only logical conclusion.

I know that logic has nothing to do with Republicans in general and Republican women in particular, but still, that is the only logical conclusion.

Why else would they continually vote against their own self-interests?

Equal pay for equal work. Maternity leave. Reproductive rights. Pre-school programs. After school programs. Universal health care. Social Security. Affirmative action.

All of these things are anathema to Republicans.

All benefit women.

And yet Republican women vote against them.

They are a textbook example of Stockholm Syndrome, literally sympathizing with their captors (Republican men).

Donald J. Trump Is Most Definitely A Nationalist

However, the nation in question is not this one.

Probably Russia.

A lot of people are saying Saudi Arabia.

Could be China, too.

Or South Africa in the 1950's.

Hey, what about Germany in the 1930's?

But it's definitely not the United States of America.

Let's call it Trumpistan. A place where the dollar is king. No, scratch that. The dollar is God. Everything has a price tag. Duty. Honor. Integrity. Patriotism. Everything. All for sale to the highest bidder. And you can lie and cheat and steal to your heart's content.

So, Where's The Body?

Habeas Corpus, as they say.

A guy goes into a building. He never comes out, at least not alive.

Jamal Khashoggi went into the Saudi consulate in Turkey. According to the Saudi's, he somehow got into a "fight" and was killed--accidentally.*

According to the Turkish authorities, he was murdered and then dismembered, or perhaps it was the dismembering that killed him, by Saudi security agents, allegedly working for the Saudi crown prince, Mohammed bin Salman, aka MBS, who apparently has both Il Trumpo, aka Baby Mussolini, and lil Jared Kushner, aka Mohammed's Bitch, in his pocket.

Now, it's possible to get killed in a "fight". You might get punched and fall and hit your head. You might be killed by the punch or punches. Who knows, maybe your opponent is a skilled kick-boxer. There are a lot of possible ways to die in a "fight". Why you would bother to get in a "fight" while you're picking up paperwork is left unanswered. And in photos, Jamal Khashoggi sure doesn't look like a brawler.

In any case, his body should be intact.

So where is the body?

I'm sure his family would like there to be a formal autopsy to determine the cause of death.

And a funeral...

*The Saudi's are now claiming that Khashoggi was killed by "rogue elements", acting without the authority or the knowledge of the Saudi crown prince.

Uh huh. Sure.

And our pathetic Traitor in Chief is ready to accept that "explanation", because, well, arm sales, and Jared, and, uh, you know. $$$$$$$.

Rogue elements? That's kind of like the 400 pound guy who, maybe, who knows, people are saying, hacked the election--for Hillary, of course.

Things Can Always Get Worse

I guess when you have a traitor in the White House, anything goes.

Drunk, sexual predator on the Supreme Court?

Why the fuck not?! Probably just "youthful indiscretion" anyway.

In the bag for the Saudi's? You bet! They have lots of money, after all. Besides, we shouldn't meddle in other countries' business. And really, what's one dead journalist, more or less?

Grab your ankles and bend over for Putin? With pleasure! Anything for your master.

Voter suppression? Gerrymandering? Sure thing! Some folks don't deserve to vote--know what I mean? And some other folks vote shouldn't count as much as a wealthy white male's.

Destroy Social Security and Medicare? Well, if our friends can make a buck out of it...Hell yes!

Undo everything positive about the ACA? Got to! Universal health care is the first step to socialism.

Farmer Donald

Farmer Donald had some pigs, ee eye ee eye oh!

And wherever Farmer Donald went, his pigs were sure to follow.

They stand behind him, their fat, mostly white, vacant, porcine faces glowing with a heady combination of stupidity and hatred.

And everything that Farmer Donald said, his pigs were sure to chortle.

Whether it be racist (oink) or sexist (oink, oink) or just another one of Farmer Donald's seemingly endless supply of hate filled lies (oink, oink, oink), the pigs would wallow in the verbal garbage like, well, like pigs.

It makes one wonder, in the brief amount of time that a sane person can watch it without retching, is this a political rally or a 4 H Fair?

In hind sight, "Deplorables" is really way too kind.

I Know! Let's Run Government Like A Business!

This notion pops up periodically.

There is, in fact, at least one current candidate in Arizona who promises, if elected, to "run government like a business."

(Of course he's a Republican.)

And I wonder, as one does, what sort of business?

Like a Trump business, for example?

A business that lies and steals and cheats on its taxes? A business that discriminates against people of color?

A business that hires thieves, liars, fools, racists, sexists, homophobes, and outright imbeciles?

A business that can only turn a profit by money laundering for foreign criminals?

A business that is a world wide laughing stock?

A business that goes bankrupt and leaves working people holding the bag?

That sort of business?

That sort of government?

Because that's what we have right now.

And if you really, truly want more of that shit, then by all means vote for the "run government like a business" guy.

Loud, Drunk and Obnoxious

We all know people who drink a little too much.

Some of them get sad. Some of them get somber.

Some wax philosophically. Some become screamingly funny.

And some become loud, obnoxious and violent.

In some people it tends to magnify whatever their true self is.

Since he won't answer honestly any questions about what kind of judge he might be, we only know a couple of things about Brett Kavanaugh for sure:

One is that he has an extreme sense of privilege and when that privilege is questioned he becomes obnoxiously loud, hostile, and very, very defensive. He went to Yale, dammit!

And two?

Well, Brett LIKES beer! I mean, he REALLY likes beer!

A lot...