Tuesday, December 6, 2016

The Master Mason was beginning to admire Trump’s style. The Taiwan phone call was the opening gambit in the new Sino-American relations...


The pussy footing of the past will fade into the mist of history. This new diplomacy will open venues into a mysterious and quite possibly dangerous future…


And that was just one front, he thought…


The financial arena was also going in another dicey direction. Unconsciously Trump was playing out his fate while dragging the rest of us along with him…


It had been a P.T. Barnum campaign and now it would be a P.T. Barnum presidency. The Master Mason was tantalized by the possibilities…


The stagnation of the past eight years was about to give way into one of the most unconventional times in history…


The chaos will mold a new way in every way, just as the plague years gave way to the Renaissance…


Politically and socially correct ways are morphing (some say regressing). The compass of civility is caving to the knuckle dragging “feel it in the gut” diplomacy that will take us into the spinning vortices of the future Earth…


A paradigm shaping wars and homespun insecurities. The wet dream of the global elites has laid claim to the White House, though on the surface it looks like they may have lost in light of the Brexit movements around the world...


But a world war trumps all new world order requisites, he thought…


It’s absolutely comical how people believe they are shaping events by their actions, when in fact it is the levers of Fate that run the show…


He could well understand the magician when he said that the past was ringing the present. Indeed, the trains would run on time again…


Tuesday, November 29, 2016

There was a discernable ambience about the Thanksgiving get-together this year. People seemed to be more somber, less festive…


The Mason’s wife, the witch, and the skank believed this was due to the election…


There was no getting around it. People seemed to make it a point to keep from talking about it. They said things like, “It was such a surprise,” or “We were stunned and could hardly believe it.”…


And then they dropped it, talking instead about the weather and the drought, or about anything else that had nothing to do with politics…


For some it was too painful to ponder; for others it was prudent and wise to keep mum. Even the loudmouths knew better than to stoke the fire. There was no point in going to war over something that was over and done with…


But the Mason’s wife knew it wasn’t over and done with by any means. It was just the beginning of another kind of cold civil war…


Until the backlash came, she thought; the great unifying backlash that would whip the country into a rowdy chorus to impeach Trump…


No one knows when the expected backlash takes full effect, but chances were it wouldn’t be long after the bull begins destroying the china…



Her husband, on the other hand, saw some positive things coming from the emerging Trump apparatus. The up-shift in the military stance in the Middle East was one of them…


The Mason thought that John Bolton as Secretary of State would be a strong complement to Lt. Gen. Flynn and Mad Dog Mattis in the foreign affairs department. Sure, he thought, it could be spicier, but those three would do to turn up the heat where it's been lukewarm for far too long…


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

They just had sex. But the swarm of nagging thoughts in her mind had obstructed her orgasm...


And the troll felt a little guilty with an overload of buyer’s remorse. He had secretly voted for Trump after assuring the skank that he wouldn’t…


She was seething because Clinton had easily won the popular vote and lost the electoral. Some said by two million after the final votes are tallied…


“It's unfair and hardly democratic,” she said…


But the troll hoped his job prospects would improve with Trump’s presidency. Lately he had been lucky if he managed to find an unskilled part-time job…


The skank told him he would need to get trained in something if he wanted to land a good one…


But he didn’t have the time or money to get trained. And he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do anyway. Punching the clock to do some kind of monotonous work was what he was counting on…


Maybe assembling things. The kinds of stuff Chinese workers do…


Another thing that upset the skank was Ivanka Trump’s shameless peddling of her pricey bracelet after the 60 Minutes interview…


“Like she really needs the money,” said the skank, feeling that ten grand for a fashion item was way too much for the average voter to afford…


It underscored her belief that rich people are greedy by nature…


“Can you believe it?” she said. “Can you just believe it? The first family to be using the White House as a QVC outlet. That's just plain tacky. What next?”…


“After this election I can believe just about anything,” said the troll…


The witch told the skank there was going to be a peculiar feel of a watered down version of the Third Reich lingering about the new administration, splashed with elite Zionist guidance, with Trump at the helm. Cut it anyway you like, racists were going to roost in the White House. She was absolutely convinced of this...


Monday, November 14, 2016

They got up early to see the supermoon. The last one showed up in 1948. It would be another hot day in the low 90s, and she was thinking of driving to her alma mater later in the day to join in an anti-Trump protest...


“The people giveth and the people taketh away,” said the Mason. He was hoping to cheer her up...


But his wife wasn't that conciliatory. What others saw as Trump softening on some of his core issues, morphing from extreme to moderate, she saw as the-crouch-before-the-pounce that was sure to come...


Smoke signals were already being sent. Picking Steve Bannon as one of the top men in his cabinet told her all she needed to know...


Her husband thought she was being unreasonale. His position was of giving the man a chance. Maybe all that buffoonery during the campaign was nothing more than a raw attempt at biting into the minds of people who believe they have been betrayed...


She wasn't buying any of it. She knew that his proposed domestic programs would be drastically curtailed, and this would piss off people who voted for him, and that was okay. It was his international activity that concerned her. She sensed that was where the trouble would begin...


His military back-up was comprised of aging hawks, the ones who polished their guns everyday...


And this concerned her...


Her husband believed in rolling with the punches. History will unfold and there was no point in fearing it. "Worse things than Trump have happened in the past," he told his wife...


She still couldn't believe how so many people were duped. They want jobs back that have evaporated, or have been taken over by machines. Their competition isn't immigrants. It's technolgy...


Steelworkers, autoworkers, textile workers, and coal miners think they're relevant and are worth a decent American wage. What they don't understand is that their brains and bodies are being made more irrelevant by the day as technology moves forward...


Who in their right mind would pay three times more money for a TV set just because it was made in the good old U.S.A.?...


No, she thought, Trump is going to choke because he sold a bill of goods that will be seen as much too big to swallow. Just as his Trump University students, his voters will realize they have crapped out...