Donald Trump Suggests Assassinating Hillary Clinton

There is no other way to say it folks, when the Republican candidate for the president of the United States said yesterday:

“Hillary wants to abolish, essentially abolish the Second Amendment,” Trump said to boos from the crowd.

“By the way, if she gets to pick her judges, nothing you can do folks,” he then added.

“Though the Second Amendment people, maybe there is, I don't know.”

Donald Trump suggested that those "Second Amendment" people should assassinate Hillary Clinton should she be elected president and appoint Supreme Court Justices. 

Donald Trump has disqualified himself as the Republican nominee for president of the United States of America.  

This isn't about Hillary or the Democrats. This is about a man who has proven himself again and again to have the temperament to hold the most powerful position of power in the world. 

It is time for the Republican leaders to take steps to remove Donald Trump as their candidate and replace him with a responsible adult.

The time is now. Trump has caused enough damage in this country. God help us if his careless and thoughtless remarks yesterday result in a tragedy. 

Bill Gets an Eye Exam

Yesterday I took Bill to the Delaware Eye Institute for an eye examination. 

Regular readers of this blog will remember that Bill failed his eye test for his driver's license renewal.  The DMV gave him a form to have his eye doctor fill out to verify that he could see well enough to drive.

Bill hasn't had his eyes examined for I don't know how many years. The last time he had his eye examined was at the VA (Veterans' Administration Medical Facility) in Dover. Bill's medical coverage is totally through the VA. Has been that way for many years.  Treatment at the VA is good but sometimes it takes quite awhile to have action taken.  So I told Bill that we'll just pay for his eye exam ourselves at a local eye doctor.

We thought it would be a routine exam yesterday. Turns out that Bill has cataracts and has to have them removed before he can get approval from an eye doctor to get his license back.

I called the VA to see if they would cover that expense but I'm not holding out a lot of hope that will happen. We'll bit the bullet and cover the expense ourselves.  Getting Bill his eyes back is more important than the dollars we will have to put out to have it done.  His first appointment is scheduled for September 13 for a consult. 

We're going to get this done and get Bill's license back. Just another hurdle to overcome in this thing called Life. 

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That's Bill in the banner photo to the left with the red folder under his chin.

The Trump Kids Go Hunting

Don, Jr. and Eric Trump with their Kill - a magnificent leopard - proof that they're "Big Men" (with small dicks)

So here is the question I'm going to pose today. What do you do to relax if you're the rich brat sons of a soulless bully? You know, how do you take a break from lying and demonizing a woman who is running for president? Just what do you do to relax?  Well folks, you take a trip to Canada to kill some animals.  

Don Trump, Jr. with his Dall Sheep "harvest" - "harvest" is a euphemism that hunters use when they KILL a beautiful animal like this Dall Sheep

Yep, that's where the "wonderful children" of Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump (as the news media so often gushed over them during the recent Republican National Convention)  are right now, taking a "break" from the rigors of the campaign, beating up on a woman who is a thousand time more qualified in experience and temperament to be president of the United States.  

Don, Jr. with a water buffalo he decided no longer need to live on the face of this earth

Yes, those "wonderful" Trump boys, the ones who, like their father are so patriotic that they deigned not to volunteer to spend one second in the armed forces of this country defending our freedom. 

Eric Trump with his "proof" that he doesn't have a small dick - he's now a "big man"

 

Folks, I'm not a religious person but there is one thing I do believe.  There is indeed special place in Hell for people like Donald Trump, Jr. and Eric Trump who derive pleasure from killing these magnificent animals for "fun and sport."  That this is the way they choose relaxation:

KILL AN ANIMAL

Big Man Don Trump, Jr. with the tail of an elephant he cut off - Big Brave Man

My personal belief (and I don't care how many hunters I offend) is that someone this soulless that takes pleasure in killing these beautiful creatures has a serious lack in their character.  First, I've always been convinced that they have small penises.  Killing a large animal (or any animal, apparently even foxes and turkeys are "fair game" for Don, Jr) compensates for nature short changing them in the "manliness" department.  

Yeah, I'm "impressed" Don and Eric.  Why don't you instead do something useful and volunteer your services in the defense of this country or at least helping others rather than killing these beautiful creatures who have done no harm to you?

Just to show you the total arrogance of these spurious spawn of Donald Trump, one would think in this day and age of The Dentist Who Killed Cecil the Lion, "the boys" would know better.  One would think they could find some other form of "recreation" other than blood "sport", and the "sport" part is an oxymoron for sure because how much "sport" is there when the little dicked Trump boys have the weapons?

What's the symbolism of these "men" hugging their dead animals?  What kind of soul can smile after killing? I have an answer, they have no soul.  They are soulless.

Folks, I knew the Trump boys were hunters before this current revelation came out but I was going to give them a pass on it.  I thought maybe, just maybe Don Jr. and Eric would put on hold killing any more magnificent creatures at least until their father lost his bid to become president of the United States, but old habits are hard to give up.  Plus, when you're born into the environment they were born into.  The environment of privilege, arrogance, and bullying and taking whatever you want when you want and lying as a way of life to get what you want; you don't get it.

Don, Jr. displaying his "rack" - I wonder how much of the money he used of his father's money that was conned out of the Trump University students to pay for his hunting trip? How much money that wasn't paid in U.S. income taxes

Will the Trump boys's current hunting excursion to the wilds of Canada to killing God knows what have an effect on their supporters?  I doubt it.  While many of the Trump supporters have a legitimate reason to support Trump and his "break all the China in the shop" approach to the status quo in government, I think many of those same supporters will give a pass to The Boys.  After all, isn't Hillary the real Devil?

The "Wonderful Trump Boys" - killers of innocent animals

Folks, I can never understand the joy and happiness some get in killing animals.  I can understand hunters hunting for food.  I get that.  However, I still could not do that.  Once, when I was about ten years old I shot and killed a robin off of a telephone wire with my new bee bee gun.  I remember to this day how bad I felt when I saw that robin fall to the ground, dead.  

I......FELT......BAD

Eric Trump obviously doesn't feel bad posing his rifles and hat with his Kill - soulless

I thought "Why did I just do that?"  Why? because back in the Fifties that's how one was brought up.  My father was a hunter as were most of my uncles. Of course back then, The Fifties, as I was becoming awareness of my "difference."  Me liking boys instead of girls.  My bad feeling of killing that innocent robin was just proof that I was a sissified boy.  A hopeless case that could never grow up to be a "real man".  Of course as I grew up I realized that I was not a sissy.  I was and am a caring person who does not take another living being's life as "sport." 

No animal is safe from Don Trump, Jr. Here he is with his trophy wart hog

You know folks, there is a lot of things I'm not. 

I don't have musical talent.

I don't have artistic talent.

I don't have an acting ability. (actually I think I do but that's a subject for another blog).

I'm not a mathematical genius.

I have zero sports capabilities.

I wasn't born into wealth.

I didn't have that paid college education waiting for me when I graduated from high school.

My only option was to join the Army which I felt was my obligation to this country, which I gladly did.  And it was during that time, in 1962 was the last time I fired a weapon.  An M-1 rifle (World War II vintage) at a target on the Fort George G. Meade firing range to do my annual qualification to be a soldier.

Firing Range, Ft. Meade, Maryland 1962 - Jim Harris (left) and me (right)

But there is one thing I am.  I find no pleasure in killing those magnificent creatures that we are privileged to share our lives with on this planet earth.

Don Trump Jr. with a dead turkey that he killed - just another trophy photo for his family album

So while I type this blog entry this Saturday afternoon,  the Trump Boys are in Canada take a "rest" by killing more animals.  I wonder, will they have trophy photos taken so they can post them on the Internet?  

Don, Sr. and Don, Jr. - of the same cloth - destroyers

Our Wonderful Neighborhood

This year marks ten years since we moved from our sylvan paradise in Pennsylvania to Delaware. My oh my, where did those ten years go? 

Bill and I have lived together for fifty-two years.  We started out in Bill's two bedroom garden apartment in Pennsauken, New Jersey.  

We moved to a modern apartment complex in the Roxborough section Philadelphia after a few years because I wanted to be closer to my job at Girard Bank in Center City Philadelphia.

Then I had a year to walk to work (and the gay bars on the weekends) so we brought a townhouse in Center City Philly.  We lived there for eleven years until I started to feel constricted with the limitations of living in the city.  The almost constant wail of police sirens, the lack of grocery shopping opportunities and the novelty of going to the gay bars wore off. We then brought seven acres of land in nearby Chester County and built a classic, gambrel roofed, two story farm house.  We lived there for twenty-five years until I could no longer afford to pay the ever increasing real estate taxes. Pennsylvania is one of those tax confiscatory state.  Sales tax, state income tax, county tax, personal property tax, school tax, real estate tax, township tax.  We could no longer afford got live in the Keystone State.

For years (since the 70's) I often visited my good friend Bob McCamley, who lived in Sussex County, Delaware.  My good friend Larry lived (and still does) in Claymont Delaware. Every time they told me of the low taxes they paid, it only reinforced my desire to move to Delaware.  

So, after much thought and research, in the years 2006 I put our home in Pennsylvania up for sale and built a new home in Delaware.

I decided to move into a "development", a development.  A Ryan homes development to be specific. 

Now, wherever we moved it's always a roll of the dice who we have for neighbors.  At our last home in Pennsylvania, even though we moved into the relative isolation of the woods, we ended up with homophobic neighbors.  Yes folks, even though we consciously did not move into a neighborhood, we still had homophobic neighbors.  Neighbors who one time had their children on our border yelling "GO AWAY FAGS!"  Against the advice of Bill, who didn't want me to call the police, I called the police.  When the officer arrived the kids ran away to a waiting SUV of the dad.  The police officer knocked on their door and warned the wife (who was the main homophobe, I don't think her husband cared either way) and warned her she was breaking the law.  Pennsylvania has a Hate Crimes Law.

A couple of weeks later she went to the local police chief and wanted to know why he couldn't arrest me and Bill because we were gay.  Seriously, this is what she asked.  He told her that it was not against the law to be gay and sent her away.  She tried the crying jag outside his office but it didn't work.  She claimed that her kids were "in danger" because she had gay neighbors.  By the way, a week later Bill and I did get a hand written letter signed by the four kids apologizing for their behavior.  After receiving that letter Bill and I were never again subjected to taunts.  However, she did spread the word around the neighborhood about the "gaywads" who she was unfortunate enough to have for neighbors.  Now mind you, Bill and I never did anything but live our lives.  Our only "crime" was that we were two men living together.  The irony of this whole situation was that one reason we moved to the center of the woods on a seven acre parcel was so we wouldn't be subjected to homophobe neighbors like we witnessed a gay couple who lived the street down from us in center city Philadelphia was.  We also heard tales of other gay couples who lived in "family" neighborhoods who were the target of homophobic teens.  

When we brought our seven acre park in East Brandywine Township we didn't have these homophobic neighbors. That happened when the man who owned the land who sold us our parcel died and his land was sub-divided.  Yes, they moved in after we were already there and then they tried to run us out by homophobic taunts and spreading the word around the neighborhood that we were gay.  By the way, I have to give credit to two of our neighbors who confronted our homophobic neighbors and told them "Ron and Bill are our friends and we don't want to hear your hate."  

I will never forget a face to face with the neighbor who lived on the other side of our homophobic neighbor. I was over at their place on their back desk visiting them when the husband interrupted my conversation and said "Ron, are you gay?"  I said "Yes I am.  If that is a problem for you I can leave now."  His wife was so embarrassed.  I was embarrassed at how embarrassed she was but I understand that they would be uncomfortable with a "gaywad" on their back deck. After all, they had children too. He just glared at me but his wife said "No, you don't have to leave."  But the pink elephant was clearly on the deck with us.  I was never invited back.  Bill was mad at me because I "outed" us.  

On another occasion Bill was on our other neighbor's lawn waiting for a delivery.  We lived down a long, winding road in the woods.  You couldn't see our house from the road so sometimes Bill would go to the neighbor's lawn down front to flag down someone who was looking for us.  Bill had done this before without a problem. I thought we got along good with those neighbors but apparently not because the husband came out that day and asked Bill to leave.  He said "You make my wife feel uncomfortable."  I couldn't believe my ears.  This was the same neighbor who two boys broke out our roadway lights and we didn't complain to them or ask them to replace the lights.  This was the same neighbor who I thought we had a friendly relationship with but I guess that changed when our homophobic neighbors spread "the word."  I think this incident was the one that finalized my decision to move to Delaware. To get away from the high confiscatory Pennsylvania taxes. To get away from the homophobic neighbors who wanted to keep their neighborhood "family friendly."  

Thus, in 2006, against the advice of Bill who loved our wooded paradise, I put our house up for sale.  I wasn't going to live my retirement years, struggling to pay taxes for those homophobic straight people's kids to attend school. 

Southern Delaware, while conservative in many ways (and still is, both of our local representatives voted against marriage equality), promised a more welcoming environment. There was a large gay population, which I naively thought would be more accepting and friendly.  That didn't prove to be true but that's a subject for another (long) blog posting.  Let's just say Bill and I don't fit in because our "lifestyle" is that we don't camp it up and dress in drag for recreational fun and games. We also are not acceptable to the very cliquey gay sub culture here in the Rehoboth Beach. They're mostly D.C. retired government employees with generous pension payments.  Bill and I are of more modest means.  

But what did happen, much to our surprise, was that we did make friends with our straight neighbors in the neighborhood where we moved. Of course moving into any neighborhood is a roll of the dice, you never know who you're neighbors are going too be but I have to say we are very fortunate to have wonderful neighbors. And they're all straight!  And they know we're gay.  Imagine that?  Ironically, when we first moved here there was another male gay couple who I attempted to be friendly with but that didn't work out.  The one guy was a racist.  After he called our neighbor Marty the "N" word (she in the above video), we broke off the relationship. He died a few years ago and his partner/husband sold their house and moved out of the neighborhood.  

There used to be two lesbian couples in the neighborhood but lesbian couples (I have found) are standoffish to gay guys.  They say "Hi!" to you if you say "Hi!" to them but nothing goes further than that.  They have their own circle of friends just like the D.C. Gay Guys Clique.  

Bill is a generous and friendly human being.  I am too, although I do have my "moments" (smile). Thus it was with pleasure a few days ago, as we were returning form shopping at the local supermarket so see our neighbors Howard and Marty working in their front yard.  Bill asked me to stop the car so he could give Marty a hug.  

All of our other neighbors are just fine.  I don't know if there are any homophobes among them, probably are.  But I know this, in our declining years Bill and I are living in a neighborhood where we are comfortable and appreciated.  And we appreciate our neighbors! 

New Favorite Commercial

Yep, I'm one of those weirdos who checks out all the commercials.  Most TV produced commercials are Gawd Awful and at best, bland. But every now and then one comes along that I find thoroughly enjoyable. The latest Peyton Manning commercial is one such commercial.  

I like the music ("Sunday Morning" by Lionel Ritchie).  I like Peyton, who is a natural for commercials, unlike his younger brother is isn't.

But what I really like about this commercial is the ginger boy actor who plays the checkout clerk.  He's perfect!  Now this is one commercial that they can play over and over again because it just makes me feel good to see it.

Hey folks, these days with the impending disaster of a Trump presidency, I need something to make me feel good.

Thanks ginger boy and thank you Peyton Manning for making me smile.

Morning at the Beach

Finally, a nice summer day here in southern Delaware. It seems for most of the summer the days have been unbearably hot and humid. Too uncomfortable to just take a walk on the boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach. However,  this morning was an exception.  Bill agreed to go with me for the ten mile ride down Route One early this morning to Rehoboth Beach.  

I love walking on the boardwalk in RehobothBeach.  There is a certain spring on "the boards" that I find very pleasant when walking.  My legs and butt cheeks just feel so good during my daily walk. I usually take my walk through the development here where we live.  This walk is pleasant enough, a clean and quiet neighborhood. However, I am walking on a macadam road dodging the occasional car coming in and out of our development.  Not much of interest to look at either.  Same houses and landscaping.  I do run into the occasional neighbor who is also walking or taking a bike ride.  

Walking on the boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach is so much better.  Lot's of interesting people watching.  And I get free parking if I get to Rehoboth early because the the meters don't become active until 10 AM.  

When I first got my new car in 2010 I used to drive down to Rehoboth almost every day for my walk.  Then I noticed I was really racking up the mills on my car and filling my gas tank more frequently.  Plus, I was putting myself at risk of having an accident on our notorious Route One (Coastal Highway).  So after careful evaluation and somewhat ruefully, I decided not to make that morning run to Rehoboth Beach for my morning walk.  A couple of mornings I was at the boardwalk so early I noticed some suspicious characters lurking around looking for an easy mugging victim.  No thank you.  I was already mugged once when I lived in Philly (gun pulled on my demanding "You life or your money!")  Once is enough.

My walk was so refreshing this morning that I have decided to do it again tomorrow.  No yoga classes though!

Profiles in Cowardice

Senate Majority Leader, Mitch McConnell

House Speaker Paul Ryan

Many years ago John F. Kennedy wrote a book called "Profiles in Courage."  Per Wikipedia (and I am quoting here):

"The book profiles senators who defied the opinions of their party and constituents and do what they felt was right and suffered severe criticism and losses in (their) popularity because of their actions."

Sadly folks, in light of Donald Trumps recent disparagement of the Kahn's, a Gold Star family, the Republican leadership is demonstrating not profiles in courage but profiles in cowardice. 

The Republican leadership under Senator Mitch McConnell, Senate Majority Leader and Paul Ryan, Speaker of the House, refuses to pull their support of Donald Trump.  By doing so they have demonstrated that their party (the Republicans) is more important than doing what is right, recognizing that Donald Trump is unfit to be president. 
 

Donald Trump

Shame on them.