Trump Times Entry 289 – Mental Health Break

Mental Health Break
(Not quite a poem)

August 25, 2017


Really tired of being assaulted with tweets, rallies and Nazis over these last two-hundred-ninety consecutive post-election days. We need a Donald break and so does he.

Even, mental health professionals are breaking the “don’t diagnose the president” taboo and offering public opinions of the Donald’s behavior. Seems he displays symptoms of paranoia, antisocial personality disorder and sadism as well as narcissistic personality disorder.

So sorry, I thought he was just an asshole.

It may be his illness, but affects us all. Hell, I’m feeling it. Perhaps those professionals could step up and arrange for the Donald’s commitment – as a public service.

Sooner rather than later would be best.

The republic has special places for special cases like the Donald. The paperwork may drive us crazy, but could prove worth the effort. And for his own good.



Trump Times Entry 75 – The Unfriending Zone

The Unfriending Zone

January 22, 2017meashomer

On this third day of the Trump phenomena I offer only an angry little poem. It’s in response to an exfriend suggesting I was the “problem with this country”. While I’m flattered by the notion that I have that much influence, I know better. I can only hope to, one day, become a problem to this country.

Dear Exfriend

It’s not you it’s me
First I see
Through your righteous smirk

You feel crossed
Paths they change
You circumstantial jerk

I don’t want to
See you hurt
Just to see you less

Time spent on you
Is better used
Cleaning up your mess

The republic deserves better poets then me and better leadership then the Donald. We all deserve the friends we keep, regardless of reason.

In Peace and Justice,

Trump Times Entry 68 – Instead


January 15, 2017inthought2

Today the, sixty-eighth since Trump, I had a long conversation with a worried friend rather than composing this blog. She, apparently, felt I had additional capacity or understanding or, maybe, hope. I, played the elder, listened, consoled – carefully withholding the harshness of my hope.

So today I offer one sentence:

The republic stands on our willingness to feel that which is painful to others, without agenda.

Oh, and fuck Trump!

In Peace and Justice

Trump Times Entry 64 – Cannot Look

Cannot Look

January 11, 2017inthought2

On this sixty-fourth day since the Donald became evident, I look away.

Tried, but could not watch congress, grinning like jackasses eating cactuses, invite the preeminent old-school racist to be our attorney general.

Attempted to listen, but just couldn’t stomach the Donald’s first press conference since the summer. (Remember summer? Warm longing…) Every time Trump spoke my attention drifted off, seeking puppy dogs and butterflies I guess.

Except for Above
offering no words today
so these few must do
taking pause to weep
for the republic

In Peace with Justice,

Trump Times Entry 47 – Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays

December 25, 2016

Well, at least here on forth-seventh day since the Donald pinched the election we’re not talking about the war on Christmas.

The republic stands today in celebration. Rest, relax, draw close to those we love – they are why we resist.

Happy holidays to all!

That’s all I got today. Take care of yourselves and each other,

Trump Times Entry 46 – bigly low-energy euphenism

bigly low-energy euphenism

December 24, 2016meashomer2

Post-election day forty-six, and it’s just another day in paradise. That, of course, was a euphemism – meant to soften and make light of something too harsh to say directly. Euphemisms allow us to say shitty things with pretty words. I, obviously, don’t think we’re living in paradise. That state of grace has yet to come, but is scheduled for January twentieth. (See, did it again.)

Over the last year or so, I’ve puzzled over the Donald’s euphemisms. Actually, I’ve had a difficult time identifying them. Separating his slogans, from his coded speech, from his locker room talk has been exhausting. Moreover, I don’t find softening or amusement in catch phrases like “lock her up” or “build the wall”. But, perhaps like Condoleezza Rice said, it’s a lack of imagination on my part.

Then, a few days back the Donald let slip a hint, a glimpse into the greatest brain on earth. The word euphenism, like a shiny new toy, meant to distract an already confused public, went viral across the media, all thanks to the Donald.

In English, we all get to makeup new words. And Trump has been doing it bigly – braggadocious and unpresidented are just a couple of his more popular contributions to our lexicon. But, while I don’t want to appear braggadocious, I think the subtly of meaning offered by euphenism is, well, unpresidented.


So, to formalize slightly, we have a context implied definition:

euphenism – huge exaggerations, meant to gain attention then be later ignored.

Unfortunatly, that’s also the definition of trumpism and propaganda. So, while we’ve gained a new word, we have not gained any new insight. I suspect that was the intention.

Or maybe he’s just an idiot and the republic stands in spite of the violence visited upon the language and the people by the braggadocio, Trump.

That’s all I got today. Take care of yourselves and each other,

Trump Times Entry 33 – Ignore the Man Behind the Curtain

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Ignore the Man Behind the Curtain

December 11, 2016mefront2

For thirty-three days we’ve endured –Trump bully tweets, Trump Russian collusion, Trump handing off to Wall Street, Trump inspired white nationalists, Trump trolls yelling at us for not liking them. Trump, Trump, everywhere Trump. Like a consequence to a bad national one night stand, he has spread across our culture like a case of pre-penicillin syphilis. No longer limited to the private sectors, he now presents publicly orange and unsightly – yelling, “Look at me!”

Bent, but standing, like an infirmed patient, the republic does just that – looks at the Donald. We just can’t help it; medical drama is fascinating.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes, the Republican microbes have been eating away everything they don’t believe in. And they don’t believe in much. Medicare, slash it; Social Security, cut it; Veteran benefits, fuck it – but, thanks for your service.

Remember all those pre-election Republicans who, for reasons of principle, just couldn’t support the Donald? Well, it turns out they can support him now. Yup, our Republican friends, currently out of the spotlight, are seizing the moment. While we stare at the Donald, they work to cut all those messy social programs and agencies. After all, they’re just living up to their conservative small government, less regulation, free market principles. Making America great again for all of us – right?

Wrong! Their principles lack any nuance beyond “Me first!” They didn’t support Trump before because they didn’t think he would win. Period! There were no other layers – no other reasoned thought. Now that, surprisingly, the they find themselves in power they’ll support whoever got them there.

Hell, they’re going to get to cut spending on social stuff, spend more on bombs and jails and, with the Donald leading the way, spend more on themselves. With conflict of interest a historical artifact and corruption institutionalized they’ll be free at last. Free at last.

While Trump promises moral and ethical damage to our national soul, the material damage will be affected by the soulless sycophants the follow power wherever it leads – like our the 115th congress majority.

That’s all I got today. Take care of yourselves and each other,

Trump Times Entry 24 – Ass Deep

Ass Deep

December 2, 2016trump-snakeoil

Twenty-four days since the Trump Traveling Medicine Show took us by storm.  Substituting “Make America Great Again” for “Good for What Ails You” and selling vitriol rather than snake oil, the Donald played a nearly perfect long-con to the White House.

As the next leader of the free world prepares to take charge, we eagerly await delivery of “Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness” Trump style.  But so far, his choices for leadership and agenda suggest the only remaining self-evident truth is “There’s a sucker born every minute”.

Buzzed on Trump elixir, the republic stands.

The Trump Cabinet is rounding out nicely.  So far, we have Steven Mnuchin (from Goldman Sachs) for Treasury Secretary, Jeff Sessions (historic KKK supporter) for Attorney General and Elaine L. Chao (Mitch McConnell’s wife) for Transportation Secretary – just to name a few.  The list goes on, sounding like a casting list for a remake of “Atlas Shrugged”.

I not going to batter you with detailed analysis of these people today.  I’m certain you can find lots of information about them all on government, private and federal prison web sites. Details, details…

Instead, I offer an encapsulated response with an Angry Little Poem:


it should have been obvious
they would drain the swam
by filling it
with alligators

That’s all I got today.  Take care of yourselves and each other,

Trump Times 16 – Thanksgiving 2016

Thanksgiving 2016

November 24, 2016inthought2

On day 16 we take pause and reflect, but I’m not really feeling thanks thing this time around.

I got an odd demand from a right-wing social media friend yesterday.   This friend declared that talking about politics or religion in a social venue (in this case Thanksgiving) was not allowed because of the strife it inevitably creates.  He further stated how disgusted he was with “Not just dems, but republicans too.”

“Shame on all of you,” he scolded in condemnation of negativity.  (Yeah, I know, he used negativity to condemn negativity.  How very Orwellian.)

His final demand was (and I quote): “Anyone, and I do mean anyone, family, friend or otherwise, who posts anything politically negative will immediately be deleted from my friends list.”

Wow, that’s pretty tough.  And if that doesn’t work do you think he’ll escalate to beating me up and taking my lunch money?

Ironically, I was planning to go light on today’s blog.  You know, wish everyone well and offer some peace, love, kumbaya thoughts.  But instead I’ve been inspired to offer a new angry little poem.

You Arrogant Pompous Ass

free speech is by its very nature
the first amendment is meant to protect
you aren’t entitled to tell anyone to curtail their
nothing compels you to listen to me
nothing compels me to listen to you

but neither get to tell the other to shut up

So anyway, I hope you all have a pleasant holiday filled with peace and love – kumbaya.

That’s all I got today. Take care of yourselves and each other,


Trump Times Entry 12 – Hate’s Transitive

Hate’s Transitive

November 20, 2016inthought2

On day twelve we feature Starbucks customers, political drama within political drama and an emerging politically correctness

Let’s start with that institution where so many contemporary parables are set, Starbucks – where Trump thinkers engage the, obviously, prejudice baristas in nuanced values-based discourse.

Trump people also engage in the occasional Lulz like:
Order a drink and tell the barista the name is Trump.  This compels the barista to publicly call out “Trump” when the drink is ready.  The fun can, of course, be amplified by not responding to the first call and forcing multiple public utterances of “Trump”.

What fun, hey?  And so very clever.

On another Starbucks front, we have some guy in a sweater vest yelling “Trump!” and “I voted for Trump!” at a barista because of, reportedly, slow service.  He followed up with demanding his money back and calling her “trash” and “garbage.”

A few days later he said he apologized stating, “I was having a bad day.”

No, asshole, the barista was having a bad day.  You were having a normal day.

Moving on to popular theater, some of the Hamilton cast took the opportunity to address VP Pence as he was leaving the Friday night performance.  They respectfully read a short message of concern, Pence listened and left.  Pretty low keyed as protests go.

The next morning the Donald tweeted up a storm on how unfair the cast was.  Claiming they were rude and harassed poor Mike Pence, “Apologize!” Tweeted our President- Elect.

Relax Donald.  Mike Pence is a big boy; I don’t think his feelings were hurt.  Mike will be okay.  But, if you really need to do something with the empathy you planned to lavish on VP Pence, perhaps you could extend some to the over forty million Americans who stand in fear of you.

Finally in reaction to a newly emerging political correctness, an angry little poem:

It’s Transitive

I’ve heard
Voting for
Someone who hates you
Doesn’t mean
I hate you

Yes it does

That’s all I got today. Take care of yourselves and each other,