Boo!
A glorious Happy Halloween to all you, The Voice readers. By the time the next issue of The Voice lands in your mailbox or wherever your issue normally lands, thousands of area children will be coming down from their trick-or-treat sugar high, the Great Pumpkin will have been nibbled to oblivion by squirrels, election day will finally be past (Whew!) and we’ll know if we’ve been tricked or treated and either frolicking happily in a coast-to-coast field of wildflowers and rainbows surrounding Mister Roger’s Neighborhood, or, having unleashed the anti-Christ, opened the Gates of Hell and released flying winged monkey demons from the peak of Bald Mountain and entered the Prologue to the Armageddon of America and are now writhing in agony in a living version of Dante’s Inferno. I don’t know about you but I prefer to be doing the happy dance.
Anarchy Boy held a rally in New York at Madison Square Garden this past weekend in a recreation of the 1939 Nazi rally held there, which managed to demean and offend just about every one in the nation except bigoted white guys. Puerto Ricans and Latinos were the recipients of Donald Trump’s scorn and ridicule as they have been for years. I won’t go into examples here because there are too many to pick from. I suggest you check out examples on YouTube and other sites on the Internet. Forget Fox and Newsmax. You’ll find no examples there.
No matter where you stand or sit on the election, it’s easy for a neutral observer to see pumpkin-faced No. 45s mental state declining day by day just by listening to what comes out of that thing on his face between his nose and his chin (In biological terms it’s called his sphincter muscle). His view for America, or whatever masquerades as a view, is outlined in Project 2025 that others wrote for him. The only writing he’s able to do is sign his name and change the number of strokes on his golf cards. He’ll soon be sporting a small black moustache and sending black-booted troops goose-stepping down the streets of Mayberry to quell the citizen unrest caused by Ernest T. Bass.
If I may be serious briefly (I thought I already was, but even if I may not, I’m going to be), the degenerate, disgusting, foul-mouthed, phony bone-spurred, overflowing dumpster named Trump has called the veterans of America “losers and suckers.” I’m sure you’re aware of it. These brave souls fought and died so that he can have a platform to stand on and call them losers and suckers. I have friends still suffering from the effects of the Vietnam War, effects such as PTSD, some with their bodies carrying shrapnel, and others going through life with missing limbs. I’m sure you’ve seen the Wounded Warrior commercials featuring soldiers severely disabled by having fought in the recent Iraq and Afghanistan wars. Trump’s former Chief-of-Staff General John Kelly, who brought Trump’s disgraceful comments on the military to our attention, now has 13 other military leaders who’ve verified in writing, even though the apricot MAGA Man and his worshipping minions have denied it, that calling veterans suckers and losers is exactly what he did. Even John McCain was included in his scorn.
What hurts the most and what baffles me to no end, is that as of this writing, 60% of veterans still support Trump. I can’t understand how they can hear his words and pledge their loyalty to him just like the rest of the MAGA morons do, when they should be hanging their heads in shame. What will it take to get them to understand the mistake they’re making? I can only pray they come to their senses before it’s too late.
That’s it for the serious stuff. It’s back to normal next time, provided my body as well as the rest of me, hasn’t been carried off to Bald Mountain by a winged monkey.