Another Trump Supporter & Assassin!

DATELINE: Den Hollander

In case you missed it, another killer (Roy Den Hollander) is a trump supporter. The man who tried to kill an appointed Obama judge Esther Salas, but only managed to kill her teenage son and shoot her husband, was a Trump fanatic.

How many of these killers in the past two years seem to be working under the aegis of Preisdent Trump’s agenda. This anti-feminist shooter (the polite way of avoiding to say he was for Trump’s agenda) probably has a MAGA hat somewhere in his closet, but police won’ discuss his motives.

He killed himself, which may be the best solution for failed Trump fanatics. Usually they try to kill themselves by refusing to wear a face mask and trying to spread the corona virus.

You can expect Trump apologists will say he is not responsible for deranged followers. Yet, he sends storm troopers into Portland, Oregon, and incites racist rhetoric for Confederate causes. Well, that is hardly the work of independent followers. They are responding to the dog whistle, as apologists like to say.

How many more killers will attempt to subvert the Constitution, undercut the judiciary, and stop the next presidential election? You can bet your bottom dollar more is coming.

Oh, yes, the judge target, Salas, was also involved in Trump’s bank case (Deutsche Bank) where she found connections to the Jeffrey Epstein money laundering situation. They are all related, folks.

 

 

 

Junk Food Impresario

 DATELINE: President Goya, Not Artistic

 

When Donald Trump poses with junk food, you know in your heart he’s right of heart disease. Now, the burger king of hamburglars is posing with Goya beans.

Trump never heard of Goya the artiste, but he knows his hot sauce. The picture of a United States president with cans aligned is enough to put you off your feed.

You know he’s never eaten that stuff: too healthy.

The man with thumbs up on his empty Oval Office desk is tanking in the polls, but not in the hearts of taco lovers.

A few purists of integrity might claim that the POTUS has cheapened his job to that of a TV huckster. Well, he already consults with Chuck Woolery of game show fame for advice on science and medicine.

Trump only plays a president on TV. In real life, he is an escaped inmate from some madhouse of the 18thcentury. This is a man who knows haute cuisinefrom the back of his hand where he usually spills the ketchup. Gourmands of the world have a new pinup boy, the man who loves a can opener only as a last resort. He prefers to unwrap his lunch from cheap paper.

We seldom see Trump smile except when he thinks he is making a profit. The smile on the face of this man is so fake that it ought to become the yardstick for fake news.

If hunger pains are consuming you, your president is now a man strictly from hunger for supporters who refuse to remain distant (and how we wish they’d be distant) and only wear masks when they are about to steal your election and right to vote.

If Goya foods survive this endorsement, they will be using Nazi insignias on the next K-ration can.

If Trump plugging nachos is your idea of humor, you have been outside the box with Alexander Pope far too long.  Generic fish and chips would have been adequate to put us off our feed.

Dark Dirk’s Shadow

DATELINE:  British Murder Mystery

 As a Charming Killer!

Of course, Janet Greene is no Agatha Christie, but English female mystery playwrights were big in the 1950s. Her big play has more sociopathic psycho than most.

So, the big cheese to play the role was a perfect choice.

From light comedy to darkest character drama with sociological implications, Dirk Bogarde stormed onto the scene in British, arty films in the 1950s. He could play a charming medical students in the film series, Doctor in the House,or he could be a dangerous sexual predator as in Cast a Dark Shadow  all within the same year!

No actor in the Hollywood system could do that sort of range.

In 1955, he managed to play one of his creepier wife-murdering fortune hunters, cast as the darkest shadow, Teddy Bare who is married to oldster Mona Washbourne. Her name is Moni, but it sounds like Mommy when Dirk speaks.

Moni makes a will, against Teddy’s wish. With no will, he receives all her money. He is forced to dispatch her immediately and must find another wife/victim.

In some ways, the young man after old ladies is not credible, but the idea of a young man hustling an older man was not feasible in 1955, but we give Bogarde credit for his unspoken suggestion. In one scene he is reading male health magazine with men in bikini photos.

That was about as blatant as you could be to send a gay message in 1955.

In glossy black and white, the film is a beautiful production with sharp sets and lovely photography from director Lewis Gilbert. The other women victims are younger and more apt, Margaret Atwood and Kay Walsh.

This is a lost gem that now is found on streaming services.

Typhoid Trump Test Swabs Destroyed!

DATELINE: Poisoned Swabs!

 Up Your Nose!

After Trump’s ill-advised trip to a Maine factory where they make test swabs for the coronavirus, we are forced to ask the question:

Is Trump infected? Is he the Typhoid Mary of the COVID-19 generation?

It seems more than a few people think so. Immediately after his visit to Guilford’s swab manufacturing plant, all swabs made during his visit were discarded and destroyed.

Trump, you guessed it, did not wear a mask during his visit to the company where his supporters and donors invited him. They wore masks, but he breathed over everything. You don’t want to put a swab up your nose that has Trump microbes on it.

Yes, the owners of the company fear that he ruined a day’s work when every test swab is needed, owing to a shortage.

It seems that Trump is tainted with cornonavirus, and it’s the best kept secret in the White House. He is likely to be asymptomatic: one of those cursed souls who spreads the menacing virus—but never fully comes down with the sickness.

In the 19thcentury, Typhoid Mary was a mere interloper in spreading microbes. Trump is a Master salesman: he refuses outright to wear a mask or sanitize. Everyone around him must do so.

The Maine town that voted for Trump two to one in 2016 is unrepentant—and welcomed the racist carrier back to spread more disease.

Now, when he touches the very equipment used to track the disease, you have the worst possible scenario for its spread.

Typhoid Trump strikes again!

The Jinx: Rich Killer Robert Durst

DATELINE: Another Trump Croney

 Mr. Bob!

When we decided to binge watch the entire six-part documentary called The Jinxfrom HBO back in 2015 about the shenanigans and crimes of Robert Durst, we thought we had tuned into Monsterquest.

How can it be that another super-rich privileged fool can be, like Jeffrey Epstein, guilty of numerous murders? We think that the term socio-path is not quite correct: socio-privileged would be more accurate.

How many people did this arrogant twit kill? His wife went missing in 1982, and her friends knew he did it (she told them to follow up if something happened to her).

The New York police detectives make Lestrade look like Sherlock Holmes. Are they paid off? And, the Texas detectives were just bemused by their own cynicism. Durst was so confident that he could escape justice ($2M for one trial lawyers who helped him escape the death penalty), that he called a film director whom he thought sympathetic to give an interview.

All is Good was Andrew Jadecki’s fictionalized version of Durst—and charmed the killer enough to cooperate with a six-part doc for TV, directed by Jadecki. If you haven’t found it to be worthy of “Believe it or Not,” you don’t know Ripley.

Did he kill his wife Kathie? His old friend Susan Berman? A blackmailing roomer in Galveston named Morris Black?  How many others? He jokes about it.

His rotten with bucks family ignored it all and protected their personal reputations. Douglas Durst even won awards for family values.

Director Andrew Jadecki ultimately turns the screw on a most unpleasant crew.

In Durst’s hideous world, he is a Jonah or Jinx to everyone around him, and that’s how he explains what happened. But you cannot excuse a jury in Texas that blames a man for causing his own murder and dismembering his own body to be put in garbage bags.

Perhaps you should not try to binge this nauseating brew.

 

 

 

Trump Flees to Florida

DATELINE: Storming the White House

 Trump & Mentor.

Gutless and a snivellling coward, Donald Trump has fled the White House. See Donald run. How fast does he run? Hightailing it out of town is a new record.

A night of loud protest, storming the gates of the People’s Home terrified Trump enough that he was up to 3:30 am. He announced that he was safe within because the paid civil-servants known as Secret Service are ready to protect his sorry ass, no matter what kind of a tool he is.

A predecessor in the White House, named Harry Truman, once said, “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.” And Trump has taken his Tupperware and canned beans on the road. At Mar-a-lago, he will find a golf course in which to hide.

The mayor of Washington, D.C., had it correct when she called him afraid and alone, needing vicious dogs and a body guard. They could not quell the noise.

As a result of losing sleep, the coward has flown off today to Florida where Hitler once reportedly was living in Naxi exile.

We know that people like Trump in history do not always end well.

The storming of the White House gates almost had a parallel to the storming of the Bastille in Paris. We were trying to recall if the King of France fled in terror from his citizens like Donald Trump.

It did not save Louis, though he did not have to face the voters, now angry about a pandemic and racial injustice.

Does Trump get it? No more than Marie Antoinette. If Trump could be quoted, he might say let them eat bullets from his national police state.

Arbery Murder by Q-uestionable Conspirators

DATELINE: Murder by Q Supporters?

 Makeshift Memorial.

What the media is failing to report is that the two men, father and son, who shot and allegedly murdered Ahmaud Arbery in cold blood are the most virulent kind of Trump supporters.

You may have picked up on that when Trump mentioned the case and called it “sad.” His opponent Joe Biden called it murder, and even the Republican Trump supporter in Georgia, the governor, was taken aback by the brazen racial murder. Trump uses dog whistles to call his Q supporters to line up for the next act.

It is now the equivalent of 19thcentury lynching: self-righteous white men of survivalist mentality are taking the law into vigilante hands. They decide who is a suspect, and they now shoot you on the street for being suspicious.

Is this all tied into the kookoo bird Q group? Could be: those are the more revolutionized conspirators who think Trump has a secret plan to stop liberals by locking up Obama and Hilary Clinton in order to perpetuate his presidency beyond Constitutional limits.

If you can shoot black people in Florida for standing on any ground that you happened to be standing on, then you can ambush a black jogger in Georgia and shoot him with a shotgun when he expresses dismay.

You may also want to note that it took a month to arrest these bozos—and someone had to release video footage that showed their story was a mountain of falsity before the Georgia investigatory people acted.

As for the retired killer, he worked for the District Attorney and felt empowered. She has since recused herself, which is a couple of letters from excusing herself for working with thugs.

Trump intends to keep America great by following in the footsteps of the Third Reich.

 

 

Jim Jordan: Man without Country Pants

DATELINE: Sieg Heil!

 Man in White!

If you like your political theories salacious and unpleasant, please read on:

We have learned that Ohio’s Rep. Jim Jordan, defender of Trump to the death (and he’s not even from New Hampshire where “Live Free or Die,” are the new coronavirus watchwords.

You may recall Here Comes Mr. Jordan,a dead man walking movie, and you may recall Jim Jordan, a dead man defending Trump on impeachment. Racists deny their racism may be his motto.

During that high time, Jordan refused to wear a suitcoat. He wanted to flaunt protocol and fashion shense. It made him look like a white-shirted KKK agent in Congress. He lacked on the hood. He is no knight in shining armor, but more like a night rider.

Now we hear that he is refusing to wear a protective mask in Congress. Since he is always a danger to infect other people with whatever virus he carries, this is blatant disregard for humanity. His disrespect knows only the bounds of genocide. He would kill you in a heartbeat if you are a Democrat, an oldster, a black person, or of any color he despises.

Now we hear speculation that he refuses to wear undies. Yes, beneath the surface is a naked ugly truth about Jim Jordan. He has no panties, women’s or otherwise.

Should we be alarmed that the emperor has no clothes or underclothes? It’s to be expected when you wear white robes and matching hood every night.

Shopping for Food in the New Age

DATELINE: Shopping as the Microbe Hunter!

 Deadly bug lurking in supermarket!

After weeks of being hunkered down with food deliveries from hapless UPS and Fed-ex drivers, we decided to brave the new world and go to the local supermarket chain during Senior Hour.

Yes, for three days a week, they have set aside one hour in the pre-dawn darkness for the old vampires to go out and do their shopping. Apparently, the belief among CDC fanatics is that people under 60 won’t be up yet.

No one checked ID cards on the way in—and we suspected a few of the spry ones were under 60.

Marketers are apparently correct. We went out in the dark, and were shocked to see the parking lot full. Not auspicious for recluses who want to avoid people. However, we were delighted to find that shelves were stocked with our favorite junk foods and comfort snacks. We passed on those, and they tend to take years off at one end of the scale.

We grabbed a couple of disinfectant wipes to use to open freezer doors to find the necessities to keep us away from this place for two or three weeks. Welcome to a new cultural phenomenon.

As we traversed the aisles, only one person wore a mask, and nary an oldster blinked. He wasn’t there to rob the joint, only looking for bargains.

We must say that we have not seen so many seniors gathered in one spot since they discontinued Bingo Night at the nursing home.

We wondered how many of these old folks were as terrified as we: worried that some unknown microbe was ready to leap into our nostril and kill us within days. Thanks, corona corona believers who say that it’s the fake flu. Oh, they tell me Trump’s ratings are improving—because lies are always sweeter than the truth, and old bears are never stung until election day.

No Coronavirus Test, What me Worry?

DATELINE: Walking Along the Dead Line 

The President of the United States is the New Alfred E. Neumann.

Donald Trump is prepared to kill himself with coronavirus—and infect you too.

We know that self-destructive behavior is the mark of people who think they are immortal demigods. So, it does not surprise us when Donald Trump deliberately fills his Air Force One and his winter home in Florida with people who have shaken hands with a man who died of coronavirus.

Madness is a relative condition, and flu symptoms are not usually associated with losing your mind. However, opening the barn door to let the microbes enter may be a first for a world leader who thinks he is part Ghengis Khan and part-Superman.

Without a flu shot and without a coronavirus test, Trump is able to leap over CDC doctors in a single bound.

Whether he starts to cough and then re-enacts the role of Von Aschenbach in Death in Venice may be the third act of his election campaign.

Ted Cruz has yet to respond to calls to infect his president, but others have taken off their gas masks and gone into the lion’s den. Next, they will stick their heads into the lion’s mouth, bad breath and all, to defy the medical advice of science.

Self-quarantine is for those who have humanity at heart, not for those who enter King Tut’s tomb before going home to Downton Abbey or Mar-a-Lago, or whatever that black hole of Florida is called.

 

 

More Lunacy: Whitey, UFOs, and MK-Ultra

DATELINE: Conspiracies Gone Amok?

Whitey as Man in Black

With more circumstantial evidence coming out about James ‘Whitey’ Bulger, you begin to think he will soon be the subject of Ancient Aliens as the Manchurian candidate of choice.

Yes, it appears that MK-Ultra, that mysterious CIA organization may have had more to do with LSD experiments on criminals and that could account for 16 years of missing time for Whitey when the Feds couldn’t find him.

Good heavens, can it be he was abducted by aliens who used him with the same experimental enthusiasm of our government agencies? After all, men in black have divided loyalties. Whitey would be the ironic Man in Black.

After all, Whitey was a split personality in his own way: preying off older gay men he picked up at gay bars around Boston in the 1950s, but also reserving the right to meet movie star Sal Mineo for some nefarious sexual purpose.

MK-Ultra is an off-shoot of the kind of occult UFO tie-in that the Nazis had with their notorious “Bell” project. You know, the one where the Nazis were experimenting with time travel with the help of ancient aliens living in Antarctica.

There are those who think Hitler and other high-ranking Nazis used the technology to speed away to another dimension, or through another dimension in their bell-shaped curve of time and space.

We once believed all this was fanciful and hallucinatory stuff coming out of the mouths of MK-Ultra victims who wanted an insanity defense at their trials.

Now we wonder if their fantasies and insanities correlate with other dimensional beings. Call us anything, but we haven’t done mind experiments with LSD. Our mind is more apt to be under the control of the Twilight Zoneof TV sci-fi.

You know those who know too much end up like Whitey, under federal prison protection, and assassinated. Only recently we saw the same scenario worked on Jeffrey Epstein. If you know too much, you are a sitting duck in a prison cell.

 

 

Inhuman Heiroglyphs!

DATELINE: Worst Episode in Series History 

 

An empowered creature?

Reaching its most squeamish and unpleasant episode in a dozen years, Ancient Alienstackled the big issue of human self-mutilation: tattoos and body modifications practices. They are definitely scraping the crusty bottom of the alien pie plate.

If you are of an older generation that eschews such practice and are horrified by the endless human billboards walking around society, you may be turned off here. These people are called “Human Hieroglyphs,” as opposed to petroglyphs.

Of course, those Ancient Alien theorists think this is deep-rooted habit from the desire to show connections to space creatures who were those gods of yore.

Painful and ugly body transformation may be a right of expression, but it seems a stretch mark to call it inspired by outer space connections. Our typical Aliens hosts, all devoid of tattoos or other distinguishing marks, speak blandly about a habit (or obsession) to put ink stains on every part of the body.

You will be subjected to seeing people covering their skin with unsightly designs in order to appear more extra-terrestrial. Perhaps the most appalling is the praise for a young man who colored the whites of his eyes black to look like a gray alien.

Then, they claim the Internet has inspired this “creativity.”

It’s more like a fad of depravity.

We decided to shut down this episode and its rationalization of creative impulse to be other worldly. When one clown called this activity “empowering,” we knew we were on another planet. Perhaps these oddities will be the first to go to Mars, or the first to be sent there when it becomes the Devil’s Island of the 22ndcentury.

This may be the single-worst episode in the history of the long-running series.

Trump’s Latest Antic

DATELINE: Pond Scum Unites!

 Who are these people?

Only 7 black students were allowed to attend a speech given by President T.rump at their college. Only the most out-of-touch semi-Republicans were allowed to attend. The rest were told to stay in their dorms, like good nephews of Uncle Tom.

You see, according to President Trump, those Republicans who support impeachment are “human scum.” Well, we have now learned where our place is in the food chain. We aren’t sure if we are at the top of the pond scum or at the bottom.

In any respect, two-hundred hand-picked toadies greeted the presidential nitwit’s big speech to the black community by the biggest fraud since Rudi Giuliani decided to steal assets out of the Ukraine.

You may find it ironic, or perhaps merely poetical justice, that Rep. Elijah Cummings was laid to rest at the Capitol, in repose in state under the rotunda, while several former presidents paid respect.

From the White House where the biggest idiot in history now resides, there came only deafening silence. He hated Cummings and likely celebrated his passing. You may well wonder what kind of human scum now floats on the puddles of the White House.

As the crown prince of emoluments now sees it, the Constitution he swore to uphold is “phony.” He arranges his storm trooping congressional toadies to raid hearings he does not like, violating protocol and good manners.

When baseball umpires plan to buy automatic weapons to shoot Americans who support impeachment, you know that Trump will resort to civil war to keep his job. It was once known as sedition, and Aaron Burr was the chief proponent.

History has dubbed a new Burr under our American saddle: his name is T.rump.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gothic Lunacy: Lord Byron’s Party

DATELINE: A Dark & Stormy Movie

 

Polidori, Shelley, and Byron, aka Spall, Sands, and Byrne

 

If you want to learn about the dark and stormy night in 1816 that resulted in the creation of Frankenstein and Dracula by Lord Byron’s pals, you might look elsewhere.

Ken Russell’s hothouse and nuthouse movie about Percy and Mary Shelley and Lord Byron is pure Gothicnonsense. As was the style of Russell back in 1987, you had a psychedelic version of biography and history. It is not satisfactory.

The cast is somewhat exemplary:  Gabriel Byrne as lame Byron, Julian Sands as pretty Shelley, Timothy Spall as off-putting Dr. Polidori, and Natasha Richardson as demure Mary! Wow, you almost expect the acting alone will carry the film.

However, the director hijacks every moment and even has cast members chewing on rats. We thought the film turned into that rat-festival moviel, Willard.And, inexplicable pythons wrap around suits of armor. Yep, it’s Ken Russell.

Instead of a dark and stormy night where these highly creative people choose to write great books, we have a literal ghost story. The demons are really around every corner. You almost feel sorry for the servants who basically take a powder during the latter part of the movie to avoid these koo-koo birds.

The summer without sun inspired the writing of Frankenstein and Dracula. Byron took credit for Polidori’s work, and Byron couldn’t write prose. The stepsister of Mary is around for crazy moments in which the sexual peccadilloes of the characters is tested.

We have more than your usual homoerotic connections between the men, including some fairly passionate kisses, but Julian Sands was never prettier. Gabriel Byrne seems to have bigger breasts than the women stars. Timothy Spall is actually slim.

The film becomes increasingly erratic and difficult to watch, as befits what did in the style of Ken Russell ultimately. We had hoped to see something truly fascinating, but not quite on the level of a train wreck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Put Out APB Fashion Police on AB!

DATELINE: All Points Bulletin on Antonio Brown!

 AB & NDA in NFL

If you thought the New England Patriots were immoral and unscrupulous, you surely are not surprised that Antonio Brown is laying on a thick residue of scandal on the beleaguered franchise. Even worse, he wore a notorious short suit in hideous design to the game.

Brown’s goop is knee-deep—ranging from Kraft’s massage parlor problems to an artist who came to paint a mural in Brown’s home and found the star walking around in his short suit birthday suit.

Is anyone shocked nowadays? How quaint that must be.

Only a Victorian throwback would find the Bill Belichick approach a shock to the system: money & ratings move the team’s off-field antics.

Yes, the Patriots have found a way to rekindle interest in their boring team. They had grown into old-hat, like the Yankees in the 1950s, standing too pat, losing interest even from fans. They were your grandfather’s bowler hat and Fred Astaire’s top hat.

Now, they have enlivened up the entire NFL season, which is built on the sandy castle of money. It shifts, and it is a porous foundation for anything permanent, except a gaudy Super Bowl ring around the toilet.

Football games are violent, scandal-ridden and off-limits to normal human civilizing influence. You may break an arm, have you clavicle broken, develop water on the brain, but it’s all for the entertainment of men with testosterone deficiency that undevelop every Sunday afternoon.

The Patriots have found a sure-fire formula to bring in fans and more money than ever: Gronk may be gone, but long live the boorish mean-spirit of AB. From A to B, you will have more alphabet soup than any spelling bee deserves.

We begin to wonder how many non-disclosure agreements there are in the NFL among players: Start singing the ditty: “you’ll never know.”

You can pour your soup into a saucer in New England, as long as there is no chowdah involved. Sip slowly with adequate slurps: with other teams collapsing all around, New England is on the road to the Super Bowl.

Move over, dead spirit of Aaron Hernandez