September 30, 2017


Trump pounding away on Twitter.  He can do no wrong, and no one should question that.  The truth is, Trump is not responsible for everything.  He is responsible for oversight of the Puerto Rico disaster and he is responsible for the narratives he drives.

We don’t need to look at everyone of his Puerto Rico Tweets today, as many of them are redundant, but there are a few key ones.  These tweets from 7:26am to 7:48 am are the basic narrative du jour:

These are directly inspired by this Fox and Friends segment at 6:33am:

A long segment complaining about the mainstream media’s portrayal (Fox and Friends is actually the #1 cable news program in the morning) of the Administrations response to the hurricane.  Listing off grievances from Obama (of course), to the left not understanding when Trump was describing that Puerto Rico was an island (oh!) surrounded by water, big water often referred to as an “ocean”, what he was really doing was implicating the logistical difficulties with coordinating rescue efforts across said boundaries, because this was clearly outside of the ability of left leaning media to comprehend.  To which one of the newscaster gleefully says, “Hey that makes sense!  The way it’s worded that makes total sense!”  Zing!  got an angle to try to make Trump not look like an idiot, store that one!

What Fox and Friends did not do, and would not do, is directly attack the Mayor of San Juan. I checked, not even Hannity was willing to go down that road and honestly, who would?  Mayor Carmen Cruz apparently isn’t even sleeping.  She’s getting dirtier and more disheveled every day.  I’m pretty sure she’s well beyond the breaking point.  Can Trump honestly convince himself that she is taking phone calls from democrats on how to attack him?

I believe she has said some things that were a little over the top…a little.  Listen Trump, at this point she’s not a politician.  She certainly isn’t tweeting about the disaster in Puerto Rico from a private golf club in New Jersey.  she’s standing in water, she’s crying, she’s frustrated, she’s over-worked, she’s tired and she’s not stopping.  Taking a jab at her is literally like walking up to Mother Teresa of Calcutta, kicking her in the shin, and looking around at everyone and saying, “Right?  Am I right or what?  Come on!  she’s a 2 out of 10 at best!”

As mentioned yesterday, here is the narrative forming of how this is Puerto Rico’s fault.  Much more to come, no doubt.

September 29, 2017

Trump tweets at 7:14am & 7:18am   these two tweets:

Following this Fox news clip at 7:00am.

Fox did not go on to play the full interview in the 7-8am hour, which is not particularly unusual.  what is important is we can see how Trump’s talking points regarding Puerto Rico in particular, and regarding pretty much everything in general, are in large part formed by what tidbits he picks up from Fox news.

Pay attention to the narrative being formed now by the Trump administration regarding Puerto Rico.

  1. DHS didn’t actually decline to waive the Jones Act to speed up delivery of goods to Puerto Rico. They were just, as of Wednesday “thinking about it.”
  2. Trump lifted the Jones Act restrictions on Friday when Puerto Rico’s Governor Ricardo Rossello asked for it.  As if that was the key.  Despite the fact Trump could have unilaterally lifted it and Congress had asked for it to be lifted on Monday.  so you see, that’s all Puerto Rico’s fault.
  3. The Puerto Rican Governor, says everything is A-OK as far as receiving help from the Trump administration.

we have to be wondering how Puerto Rico’s reaction to how the administration is handling this catastrophe, suddenly changed to a more conciliatory tone yesterday afternoon.  If you’re like me you’re wondering if one of these types of phone conversations went down:

“Because you and I are both at a point now where we are both saying we are not to pay for the wall. From a political standpoint, that is what we will say. We cannot say that anymore because if you are going to say that Mexico is not going to pay for the wall, then I do not want to meet with you guys anymore because I cannot live with that. I am willing to say that we will work it out, but that means it will come out in the wash and that is okay. But you cannot say anymore that the United States is going to pay for the wall. I am just going to say that we are working it out.”

“But you cannot say that to the press. The press is going to go with that and I cannot live with that. You cannot say that to the press because I cannot negotiate under those circumstances.”

There’s no explanation for these utterly retarded remarks from Trump, regarding the fact that the Jones Act would not be lifted:

I don’t know if Trump actually had a talk with anyone from the shipping industry, maybe he did.  The point is he has already mentioned twice that he is looking at Puerto Rico from a business perspective- an opportunity for rebuilding…before we’ve even dealt with the actual emergency itself.   In the case of mentioning the shipping industry’s interest before the lives of our fellow Americans, we have to wonder if he actually thought this was red meat he was tossing to his cult followers.  “That’s right, America first!  Not the needs of some island full of Mexicans somewheres!”

Be mindful of the narrative from the administration and Fox news.  we’ll see it throughout the forthcoming days.  We helped Puerto Rico when they asked for it, so that’s their fault and, there’s a financial burden Puerto Rico is causing us, which our great American industries and financial sector will have to address.

Feed me

Stop sticking your nose on my leg.


It’s cold and I don’t like it.

Well I’m sorry, I’m just trying to make sure you don’t forget.

Forget what?

Placing the food on the plate.

Forget?  You see my back all bent over and shit?

I do.

You see my goddamn hands on the can, prying off this goddamn lid?

I did notice that.

Do I ever forget to feed you?

Honestly I don’t recall, don’t have much of a memory.  It struck me as a possibility.

Yeah okay, whatever you say.  Would you move?

Please don’t put that on my head.

Excuse me your highness, if you’d get your head out of the way, this wouldn’t be a problem.

Are you going to kick me now?

What? I’ve never kicked you!

I seem to recall…

Oh, now you have a memory?

well…I recall that.

I never kicked you!  I…propelled you…

Is that what you call it now?

I scooted you aside, is what I did.  I re-positioned you…


Okay okay, quit being so goddamn dramatic and Stop. Putting. Your. Nose. On. My. Leg.

I’m just making sure…

I’m not forgetting!  Jesus.  look!  There.

About time.

Lying in White

We waited for you in the waiting room.
I’m not sure why.
I told your mom that you broke your arm.
Something plausible. Something easily retracted.
They said I could see you,
so I did while you slept.
With the lights on. With the tv on. With the night crew on.
You looked so comfortable.
Just so you know, I was at your house last night.
I didn’t move anything.
I fed your cat and took in the mail.
I went into your bedroom. The covers were in a curve.
You left a banana there.
I brought you your notebook,
so you could write more when you like.
I think, maybe tomorrow, I’ll go see your old professor.
The one you told me about. Remember?
I ran into David. He asked about you.
I’ll probably go to the library, so let me know if you want me to pick out a
book for you or anything else you might think of.
Call me when you wake up.
I love you.

I’m still holding the flowers

Hold this.


Because I’m driving.


So hold the fucking thing level. It’s filled with water.

Why do I have this?

Because I want to take the fucking flowers home. Hold the pitcher level, motherfucker.

this is gay.

I’m gay, so it makes sense, see?

Whatever you say, tough guy.

Do you still have her number? Or did you manage to lose that already?

I have it right her in my hand with these mother fucking flowers.

Don’t get it wet.

I won’t.

Hold it level.

I am.

I really really really think I met her before. Once…just one night. Long time ago.

Why are you whispering to the dashboard?

trying to keep this thing level. It was on an island. it was the summer…no, the spring.

What are you talking about.

I met her before. That’s how I know her…about her.

You met her before?



I carried her. I picked her up in my arms and carried her like a baby around the island. She wasn’t too heavy…at first. After the first couple of hours, I took to resting on the sidewalk. She would say things and I just listened and watched her face.

What the fuck are you talking about?


You met her before? And you were carrying her around on an island?


Why were you carrying her?

We were trying to find her house. She thought she saw it a couple of times, but she was wrong. The key didn’t fit. So we had to wait for the sun to come up…so…so she could see clearly.

Why were you carrying her? Was she hurt? Did something happen to her?

Something happened…was happening. I saw it happen.

What happened?

I can’t say.


Because maybe she doesn’t want anyone to know maybe she wants to forget maybe she’d be embarrassed maybe.


…it’s gone.

How is that possible?

I don’t know.

FUCKING A! JESUS! Keep a hold of the flowers.

I got it.  I’m still holding the flowers.

How can you lose a pitcher of water?

My pants are wet.

Are you ok?


So, what island?


What island were you on?

Tybee Island. There’s an atomic bomb buried in the sand 50 miles off shore.


True fact.

And was this really her…the girl….the one you saw tonight?

Yes and no.

Yes and no? Was it or wasn’t it?

I don’t know. It wasn’t. But, it was.


You have to stop talking.

It’s an odd thing.

Get your head off the dashboard. Do you still have her number?


Why do you think they are the same person?

I don’t.


Lay there.


next time just mail it in, ok?  You can’t always have your shit together.

I know.

Upset drunk is never pretty.

You aren’t getting all gay on me now, are you?

Fuck you.


Tell me.


Why do you think you saw her before?

Can I use that pillow too?

Why do you need five pillows?

I saw her face before. That face. It’s…

What’s wrong with you?

It’s…it’s like staring at the sun when you’re a kid….or maybe looking at god when you’re a catholic….it’s just frightful and beautiful.

Another drink?


What happened was, she just sat down next to me. She started talking. She asked me, “So what’s your story?” She was just there suddenly in front of me, and I saw her face…


No thanks. She just felt right…rightness….rightfulness.  what’s the word?  I just want to see her face again. I want to see her.

I’m turning off the light.

K. Not even tired.


Do you want breakfast?

I don’t believe in breakfast.

It’s not like Santa Claus…you either want it or you don’t.

I don’t.

Do you still have her number?