“Listen, then, I am a woman, I. I know nothing of philosophical philanthropy. But I know what I have seen, and what I have looked in the face in this world here, where I find myself. And I tell you this, my friend, that there are people (men and women both, unfortunately) who have no good in them–none. That there are people whom it is necessary to detest without compromise. That there are people who must be dealt with as enemies of the human race. That there are people who have no human heart, and who must be crushed like savage beasts and cleared out of the way. They are but few, I hope; but I have seen (in this world here where I find myself, and even at the little Break of Day) that there are such people. And I do not doubt that this man–whatever they call him, I forget his name–is one of them.
(The landlady of the Break of Day, from Charles Dickens’ “Little Dorrit”–I’m not sure how Dickens knew of the future existence of Donald Trump)
Oh, actor Bryan Cranston, you raging fucking moron. In the internet news story from a couple weeks ago entitled: “Bryan Cranston tells people who want Trump to fail: Fuck You,” you stated, “If he fails the country is in jeopardy,” and “It would be egotistical for anyone to say, ‘I hope he fails.’ To that person, I would say, fuck you. Why would you want that? So you can be right?”
Oh, my motherfucking God, that is perhaps, no that’s not fair, it’s far and away the stupidest fucking thing that I’ve ever heard about the Trump “presidency” from anyone other than a long-term true-believer in Trump. You claimed in 2016 that you would move to Canada if Trump won. I can only assume that you have been so busy, counting your money and acting, that you have been unable to follow anything that this blithering idiot, this raging shithead, this embarrassment to the U.S., to the world, to life itself, that calls itself Donald Trump has said since Inauguration Day. Every day I am continually in awe of how stupid and evil and thin-skinned this little boy, this crybaby snowflake, this middle school bully in a suit, is. His entire motherfucking existence is based upon hatred, hatred of the poor, the ethnic, any thinking woman, anyone who opposes him in any way. His entire life is spent in congratulating himself for his supposed greatness, and tearing down in the vilest, basest, most childish way, anyone who expresses any criticism of him.
What makes your “Why would you want that? So you can be right?” idiocy so maddening is the fact that that is Trump’s entire fucking life. His entire fucking Presidential campaign was predicated on his unfathomable, insane hatred for Obama, and his entire goal-set as “President” is to get rid of anything that has the Obama stamp on it. Donald Shitfucker Trump is nothing if not the King of “So he can be right.” He, you dumb fuck, NOT his opponents, is the one who simply wants a win, any win. He is a petulant little toddler-tyrant because he can’t get his way. Anyone who criticizes him is ugly or stupid or “Pocahantas” or, Jesus-motherfuck-to-hell, “fake news.” Oh my fucking God, I even have read idiots on a political forum on my company’s internal website who call it “fake news.” If a person doesn’t agree with a news story, that doesn’t, by itself make it “fake news.” What makes something fake news is when it is raging idiocy such as the conspiracy theory that “Killary” had a child sex ring in the basement of a pizza parlor that didn’t even have a fucking basement! Fake news is what the Dumbfuck-in-chief tweeted this week about Muslims killing people, videos which have been proven to have not one goddamn fucking thing to do with Muslims killing people.
And Trump’s “dream team,” oh my fucking Jesus, what a bunch of creeps, buffoons, and robber barons. His entire Cabinet’s goal is to be a shill for the crookedest, most environmentally and economically damaging corporations in our country and in the world today. The actual goal of Trump and these other idiots appears to be to use Trump’s time in power to rob the government and economy as much as possible, as quickly as possible. If I weren’t worried about possible nuclear war from this idiot and the goonball in North Korea, if I weren’t a few years from retirement and worried that this God. DAMN. Piece. Of. Shit. Paul. Fucking. Ryan and Mitch McConnell and my South Dakota loser Senator John Thune are in a headlong race to douche Medicare and Social Security, I would be sitting back and laughing my ass off at the phenomenal crookedness and ineptitude of these Republican morons. They remind me of a cadre of generals who take over an African country, raid the Treasury for their own gain, and leave the country in famine, in chaos, in ruins.
You’re around my age; you must remember Phil Hartman from SNL. He could make me laugh with just a facial expression. He did a great job of being Frankenstein’s monster whose only line seemed to be: “Fire–Bad!!!” Well, these halfwit inbred Republican dipshits?–their entire line of thinking seems to be: “Obamacare–Bad!!!” There’s no actual thought processes involved, just the idea that it MUST be bad because it’s “Obamacare.” I laugh to myself at times, because a clan of otherwise good people that I know, people I have hung out with for years (but not so much lately), have shown themselves to be Trumpians, or more accurately, Hillary-despisers, some of who are my age, have been retired since age 55, and only are able to afford health insurance because of subsidies they’ve been receiving from–you guessed it–Obamacare. So, like all rubes who voted for Trump and aren’t rich bastards or raging racists, they were and are, by supporting this piece of shit and his cronies, racing headlong toward their own economic self-destruction. They remind me of the Southern poor whites, who think they’re so much better than the “goddamn (rhymes with triggers),” but are actually no more welcome at a 4th of July picnic at a fancy house than a black person, a Muslim person, a Democrat,etc.
Like Bob Dylan croaked out, “The poor man’s used in the hands of them all like a tool.”
The knee-jerk rage and stupidity of Trump-lovers astounds me. The whole NFL players kneeling thing, for instance. I’m not talking about someone being upset way back a season ago when Kaepernick and a handful of others kneeled during the National Anthem. As a long-gloating, now long-suffering 49er fan since the moment I woke from a drunken-stupor-nap in ’82 just in time to see “The Catch,” I have my opinion of the guy some call Colin “Sack-or-pick.” I think he’s an extremely gifted athlete who has a gun for an arm and who runs like a drunken-ostrich-on-steroids, but who was too lazy to study film, too dumb to learn a playbook, too antsy and slow to find his second possible pass receiver, let alone his 3rd, and who is too dumb to know that his protests would enrage not only racist dickhead assholes, but also a lot of good people who believe, rightly or wrongly, that the Anthem and the Stars and Stripes represent mainly those who died in wars to protect our freedom. I still believe he would have been better served by writing “Black Lives Matter” on a headband and all over his game shoes. The monopolistic NFL would have fined him for being out of uniform, he would have stated why he was doing it, he could have started that trend among other players, he could have matched his weekly fine by giving the same amount to charities (from what I hear, he does give a lot to good causes already). But, and this is a big but, he had a legal right to do what he did. I also don’t have a problem with people who stopped watching football when he and a handful of other players were the only ones kneeling. People have a right to their opinions. What I do have a LOT of problems with are morons who came unglued after a whole bunch of players kneeled after President Dumbfuck stuck his ugly ass into the fray and, during a speech, had to call the kneeling players sons-of-bitches who should be fired. If someone was mad at the kneelers before, that’s an honest point of view. Anyone is missing the point, however, if they don’t realize that the new kneelers, a large bunch of them who kneeled that first weekend after the “sons-of-bitches” speech, were doing it in protest of Donald Moron Trump telling them what to do. They didn’t randomly, suddenly, all decide to piss off every veteran and everyone who loves veterans; they were, except for the typical handful who had already protested, protesting Trump. Anyone who can’t see that shouldn’t be trusted with driving a car or even with working a roll of toilet paper for that matter. So those who went on YouTube to show themselves burning their fan gear after that weekend, yup, they’re knee-jerk morons, which is typical for Trump-lovers.
Which brings me to my next point–the raging hypocrisy of Trump-lovers. They respond with “Who cares” or “Fake news” when each new instance of Trump being an idiot comes out. If Obama or Hillary did ANY of these things, they would come down on them as if, oh, I don’t know, as if a bunch of kids were being raped in a pizza parlor by gleefully slobbering Democrats. I’m not a huge Hillary fan, but she was the only one with a chance of keeping Trump out of office, of keeping this National Nightmare, this alternate universe we now live in, from happening. Her “deplorables” comment was deplorable and stupid. Some Trump-supporters, hell, most “hardcore” Trump-lovers, are deplorable. But he was elected with the help of a lot of good-but-misguided people. No Trump-lovers would admit something like I just admitted; instead Trump can do no wrong, the unforgivable sight of him ridiculing a physically-challenged reporter is no big deal, grabbing ’em by the pussy is no big deal, and on and on and on.
“If he fails, the country is in jeopardy.” Are you fucking kidding me? Every second that Trump is in office, the entire world is in jeopardy. Not only from the threat of nuclear war, but even more so, from the threat of freedoms being taken away. He wants nothing more than to control the press and television and internet. Every decent man who has been President has welcomed the press, dealt with criticism like an adult, not like a little whinebaby. Since all 3 branches of government are in the hands of idiot conservatives, the press and the court of public opinion are all we have to save us from this kleptocracy.
Let me bring up healthcare again. I, like a lot of hopefully-soon-to-retire workers, MAY make it during retirement for a while, but IF and only if Medicare and Social Security are still there. I would prefer Universal Healthcare for all, but that’s the subject for another too-long blogpost. You, Mr. Cranston (who, ironically enough, played a man who had to manufacture drugs to afford healthcare), have enough money to ensure that the healthcare of your grandchildren’s grandchildren will be paid for. I and the other Average Joes and Average Janes don’t have that luxury. It may actually BE life and death for us if these cocksuckers pass their tax bill which would ultimately and inevitably result in a higher deficit and the destruction of our Social Safety Nets. A tax bill which they want, in part to please the lobbying organizations who are actually in charge of this country, but also, and probably mainly, just to get a win, a win that they have failed so spectacularly, comically, ineptly to get, along with any Obamacare repeals they’ve tried to pass. Again, “so they can be right,” not “so we (Trump-loathers) can be right.”
When I looked up Bryan Cranston quotes, I saw that you seemed to be a somewhat caring person. And I hate to alienate any of my half-dozen (give or take 6) readers, in case any of them absolutely love “Breaking Bad.” I’d call it a “soap opera with meth,” as opposed to “The Walking Dead” (soap opera with zombies), or “Mad Men” (soap opera with ad agency people), but some good people I know are huge fans. I tried to watch the first little bit of Breaking Bad, and maybe I will again someday, but I was put off by some things about it, not the least of which was seeing your ass in some droopy whitey-titeys. No self-respecting middle-aged man wears whitey-titeys; colored titeys or boxers or boxer briefs cover a lot of sins, and that’s enough said about that part. I don’t even really care to see attractive women in dumpy underwear on tv, but I certainly don’t want to see some guy in his underwear, especially dumpy white underwear. Unless you’re 12 or in a gay porno, get some better duds. There’s nothing wrong with being 12 or being in a gay porno, by the way.
I’m somewhat of a liberal redneck (redneck liberal). As an example, I don’t think we need to call ourselves “cisgender” because transgender people want us to. I think they and we need to call each other (get this for a wild idea) “people.” And treat each other like people. If that makes me an uncaring redneck because I refuse to be politically correct, then fuck it. But I do think everyone (except perhaps rich people who are also uncaring pricks) should be treated well, and our leaders shouldn’t be in a headlong race to destroy the planet and ruin the lives of people they don’t like.
Another thing Trump represents is the “might is right” or “wealthy is right” mentality that brought us pieces of shit like Harvey Weinstein, a powerful wealthy man who is nearly as attractive as my work boot, who was married to a beautiful woman (she left him, right?) only because his wallet looked good, I’d have to imagine. Thanks to a brave woman who may or may not be a big drug-user, actress Rose McGowan, who bravely stepped forward to tell her story, other women are now stepping forward to tell of their abuse at the hands of powerful brutish men. Trump, a prime example of a boy-who-has-never-grown-up, who has used his power, money, and fame to harass and intimidate vulnerable women, wants to be Time’s Person of the Year. If there is justice in the world, Ms. McGowan, for all her possible faults (there’s a hard edge to her appearance which makes me think she may be a big druggie, but who gives a fuck), should be Time Magazine’s Person of the Year. I really hope she is.
To sum up, I’m trying to refrain from telling you to “go fuck a running goat,” Mr. Cranston, but you need to not be so fucking stupid as to think we “just want to be right.”We want Trump gone, not to “have a win”, but to save our country, to save the economy, to save the Earth, to bring back a bit of civility to the White House. Yes, Pence is an odd creep, but I bet he won’t be in such a headlong race to make himself sound so goddamn stupid and divisive, and to make this country continue to be the laughingstock of the free world. So, yeah, fuck YOU, Bryan Cranston, and, for that matter, go get after that goat. Do you read books? Unlike Trump, I bet you do. I’d like to read all the “classic” literature before I die. Some, I of course have read already, but many are still on my list, and one I’m reading now is called “The Betrothed” by some Italian dude from the 16th century or so called Manzoni. A bit too religious for me, but still a good read. There is a section I just read this week which speaks to all of us who are lovers of life and haters of Trump, who wish to save the country from ruin. Many people are too timid to speak, are afraid of looking like lunatics (obviously I don’t care about that), or afraid of internet trolls, or of Trump’s ilk. The book speaks of a couple who couldn’t get married because a bad dude wanted the girl’s hot young ass, and his “bravoes (thugs)” warned the priest not to marry them. The priest did as they told him, which started a whole series of events, of course. About 500 pages in, the bishop comes along and berates the priest for being such a coward:
But you will be asked, one day, whether you have at all times used the resources that were in your hand to perform the duties that were prescribed to you–even when men of power had the temerity to forbid you to do so.
So, Mr. C, I’m speaking up, people everywhere are speaking up against Trump. Women in droves, also, are getting up the courage to not care that they will be blamed (quite as much any more) for the foul things some men have done to them. We shall overcome this wart upon the ass of humanity, this mistake, this thing that has been foisted upon the world with its horrible insecurities and hatred because of his upbringing, this foul thing, this Trump. The rest of the world shouldn’t have to pay because Fred Fucking Trump didn’t know how to praise his horrid little offspring. Live a great life, Mr. Cranston, but think before you talk about Trump-haters again.
Thanks for reading.
