“The President of the United States better stop listening to fake news and start listening to real news because the real news is about to fake him out.”

- david harrington campbell.

The arrogance, the lies, the shredding of our standing in the world, the venom, the anger, the misogyny and now - now - Jr. pops up like a sock puppet discarded after a 4 a.m. drag show.

Tweeting.

“I love it.”

Intel on Hillary Clinton.

“I love it.”

Courtesy of the Russians.

“I love it.”

All you voters out there who marked the spot for Trump, thanks ever so much. I know a few of you and that’s why we are no longer in touch. You wanted what? Drama? A Bully? Incompetence? {Check all those boxes.}

Or, you simply wanted a Republican, you longed and prayed for a Republican - but wait, you missed the research on that - lack of research is devastating when you vote for a henchman and his henchmen. But, congratulations on your victory. I want you all to testify when +=#@!~`”;,<.> hits the fan. {Check all the boxes.}

I will not stand by and let you, Trump, insult the country I was born in - on my mother’s side my family goes back across two centuries in Virginia and on my father’s side, I am a first generation son, born in Virginia. My father emigrated with his family from Vancouver Island in Canada to California and his parents, my grandparents, emigrated to Canada from Scotland in the late 1800s. So, don’t insult my country, Trump. All sides of my family would be embarrassed if we found out you were even remotely related to us. All you do is use up, use up, use up and spit out America’s freedoms and give nothing in return except for now, you have the audacity, the hatred, to pretend to tell my fellow citizens that you are on their side. You are on your side, sir. Their is no other side, you have claimed all sides. You embarrass me. You humiliate me. You know nothing about the people who voted for you. (Not me, buster, I would have voted for a dead salamander before I cast a ballot for you.)

About your supporters, sir, let me suggest you stop giving speeches upon high to them and sit down and talk with them, one on one, eyes to eyes, with the cameras rolling. That is the one reality television show I would watch.

But, you know as well as I do, it won’t happen because you are a coward. You do not have the nerve nor the brains to tell your supporters what your health care plans are, what your job program plans are, what your infrastructure plans are - ha, oh my God, sir. What a destructive time you are creating in our country, what a divisive time you are creating.

Why?

Why?

Can you answer that question?

I will come to the White House and listen to your answer if you have one, if you are willing to talk with me I will pay my own way to fly to DC and pay for my own Lyft to arrive at the White House if you will tell me why,

Why?

Why you are hell-bent and why you feel duty-bound to destroy this great country of ours,

A country that has been so good to you,

and to me.

Why?

Taraji P. Henson

You are Margaret,

from my novel

and movie,

DANCING ON THE CELLAR DOOR.

Margaret is

a rich

Southern Belle

who inherits

an Island

off the coast

of Seattle

along with a

half-brother

Conrad

a famous actor

a half-brother

she had no idea

existed

until her father

disappeared

into the

Sea.

Dear President Bannon,

Please inform the reality star in the oval office with you, Donald J. Trump, that his services are no longer needed, as it seems you have everything under control…

… Oh, and thanks to all you educated voters out there who voted for President Bannon and his sidekick, the vindictive Trump. If your goal was to destroy our country just because you wanted to “shake things up” then congratulations…

Dear President Trump,

What does Bannon have on you? …

Debbie & Carrie

~~~

on and on it goes

life

daughter

from

mother

on and on it goes

mother

and

daughter

cannot live

without the other

a love

stronger than life

fiercer than death

a tribute

a dance

Debbie

and

Carrie

singing

a devotion

so righteous

one life

follows another

a day

apart.

Carrie Fisher

I wanted you to live. So badly. Kindred spirits, we. Tears are cleansed. Now just plain sad.

There will never be another you.

David.

Carrie Fisher

Get well, my dear, because you have many friends and millions of fans and because I want to read your next book about having a heart attack on a United Airlines flight from London just 15 minutes before landing at LAX.

Timing is everything in comedy.

And in life.

“The first thing any tyrannical government does is control public opinion. It targets first journalists, intellectuals, artists, activists — in that order — and then everybody else.”

- Isabel Allende, at the 2016 PEN Literary Awards in Los Angeles.