Trump Baby Whine Crying... IT'S NOT FAIR!

"There is nothing so unattractive as a whiny person. We can have empathy for a person in deep emotional pain. But a whiny person who gets overwhelmed with perceived unfairness and like a two-year-old child who did not get his or her way, well, it can be difficult to relate to that person."

~Gary Rohrmayer

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Okay, Trump will deliver his big fancy speech tonight, and I am not ready for his stupidity, but whether or not I like it, it's coming. Putting all things in perspective, he can say he's going to do something, but that doesn't mean he will be able to do it. Like declaring California primaries null and void, or imposing restrictions on the use of mail=in ballots. The law is quite clear that the Federal government can't stick it's nose into how the states run their elections, if he tries, there will more than likely be lawsuits. Also, Gavin Newsome has prepared for this that kind of nonsense. When it comes to Trump possibly declaring that the 2020 election was rigged, it wasn't, Joe Biden won, it's simply a continuation of his usual boring whine. IT'S NOT FAIR! Of course, there is the possibility that all he will just come to say that he is backing, Mike Lindell, the pillow guy, for governor of Minnesota. See, he did that yesterday, but Trump does seem to prattle on when he thinks he's been clever! Nah, Trump won't share the limelight with anyone, he's the big boy! I mean, he's the man who couldn't even allow America to be the star of the 250th year of signing of the Declaration of Independence! What a sad child he is.

Well, we will see what happens next.

Going Off Script

Senator Raphael Warnock and Senator Jon Ossoff

"Democrats care about what's fair and true.

 Republicans care only about winning,

 no matter how much the have to lie and cheat."

~Oliver Marcus Malloy

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Ugh. Blech. On Thursday night, Trump will deliver a primetime speech, which has all the possibilities of being one of his most terrifying moments our country has faced. I am already stressed out. Will he end free and fair elections in his speech? Will he declare Martial Law? Will he unseat the two senators from, Georgia? Is he panicking? Will he simply deliver his usual long string of  unhinged, repetitive, whiny nonsense? Or has his Acting Attorney General, Todd Blanche, provided him with fake evidence that brings all of their favorite election interference conspiracy theories to life? Who knows what he will say, he almost always goes off script.

What do we do if he declares the 2020 Georgia election results invalid?

 What happens then?

I am terrified about so many things. Todd Blanche has a confirmation hearing later today and I have a little hope that he won't be confirmed, but at this point I hate dealing in hope. I will be watching it. It starts in a little 3 hours from now. At least I hope I will be awake. It's my plan to be awake. Sigh. I mean who can sleep? I still have so many questions just ruminating through my mind. Trump needs to be impeached and removed from office for obvious reasons. The only hope we have of that is the upcoming election, when we can take the house and senate.

Growing up I didn't have any idea that this would be what my life would be at 64. I knew physical pain came with growing older, but I never knew that I would be facing the stress of my own country becoming an authoritarian nation, led by puny tin pot dictator. On my wedding day, when hubby and I looked into the future, all we could see was incredible happiness. We were blind on love and hope. Life was shiny and happy for a long time. Then we lived through our share of tragedies, as most folks do in the course of a lifetime, but the last 10 years, better know as the era of Trump, has been among the worst of our life, for so many reasons. 

So yes, I am stressed.

But his speech isn't until tomorrow night. Let's get through today, shall we?

I hope Todd Blanche isn't confirmed.

The Pretty Red Hen Of Knight's Ferry

"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into winter wools."

~Henry Beston 

My thoughts are scattered. Scattered like a million leaves at the base of a tree in autumn. I'm in October. My favorite beautiful, luscious, tasty month of autumn, and I am feeling uninspired. Some of it is stress. The ballots are being sent out to voters today. I want it to arrive tomorrow, but I know that probably isn't going to happen. It will be at least Wednesday before I see it, which in any other year, would be just fine, but this year it feels like forever.

 Trump pulled one hell of a stunt yesterday, with that little joyride he took around Walter Reed hospital, just so he could hear applause from his cultists. Again, history won't fail to document it, but it's so hard to take. It was dangerous for the agents who had to accompany him. It's embarrassing. It's frightening. It's unnecessary. And who is going to tell him NO? That's the frustrating part.

 Political analysts, pundits, and even folks like myself will complain, but ultimately there is very little going to happen over it. Was he sick or not? How could he have Covid-19 and find the will and energy to do something so incredibly stupid? I guess I will have to leave that up to history too. Vacation begins in four days, will history be able to answer that question by then, who knows? All I know is, nothing at all. But isn't that a pretty little hen? I took that photo in 2017, and never posted it. Whats up with that? The photos of the leaves are also from my archives. I guess some autumns just make more sense than others.

 

Today's Autumn Leaf Of The Day

~Carly

October 5th 2020

Stockton, California