AG For Trump - Mr. Stylin' Of The KKK

GOP presidential candidate swaggered across the state like a coked-out Mussolini and interrupted his opponent's answer to a question by the crowd by pointing a finger at Hillary Clinton and gloated in saying, “I didn’t think I’d say this but I’m going to say it, and I hate to say it, but if I win, I am going to instruct my attorney general to get a special prosecutor to look into your situation because there has never been so many lies, so much deception, there has never been anything like it and we’re going to have a special prosecutor.

His supporters broke into a hooting applause.

Many Americans don't like Hillary.

She voted for the War in Iraq, She's cozy with the banks, and nothing Hillary says sounds like the truth.

Donald speaks he believes his lies are true and the Democratic contender said, “We have literally Trump, you can fact check him in real time. Last time, at the first debate, we had millions of people fact-checking. So I expect we’ll have millions more fact-checking because, you know, it is, it’s just awfully good that someone with the temperament of Donald Trump is not in charge of the law in our country."

Donald played to his base and retorted, “Because you would be in jail.”

Trump is dead serious about going after Hillary.

Revenge is a drug for a bully and Trump has announced if elected his Attorney General will be Trey Gowdy, even though Trump accused the four-term congressman from South Carolina's District 4 of blowing the Benghazi investigation against Hillary Clinton.

Gowdy dresses Cool White Southerner these days.

It wasn't always that way

The KKK cracker look.

The greasy blow-dried look of a shag.

Pure politics in motion.

Reading - Fort Tilden, the Rockaways - Peter Nolan Smith

This Saturday evening I will be reading the first chapter of my punk novel THE END OF MAYBE at the Rockaway Artist Alliance in Fort Tilden.

Free Parking.

I go on at 8ish.

CHAPTER 1

The November sun flashed off a West Village window and the wavering reflection stalked the Christopher Street pier to a lone youth tuning a battered guitar. His skin pallor rivaled the pale moon and no suburban mall stocked his ripped black leather jacket, torn T-shirt, or battered engineer boots, but the blonde leather boy broke into a sly smile, as the sapphire shimmer transformed the twenty year-old into a fallen angel regaining his halo.

1976

Peace and love

Peter Nolan Smith

Laughing Fire

She smiles like she just burned a mortgage-ridden house.

insured to the hilt.

Take that you filthy bankers.

Burn Baby Burn.

Mad Matthew

Last week the weather was cool in New York and I thankfully thought, "Another year without a hurricane hitting the East Coast."

I had said the same thing before Tropical Depression Sandy had its way with New York and now Hurricane Matthew hovers off the coast of Floria, threatening destruction should the storm makes landfall as it had in Haiti.

Over 800 dead and whole cities leveled by the Category 4 hurricane.

The governors of the lower Atlantic states declared an emergency and the citizens of Florida, Georgia, and South Carolina evacuated the low-lying lands in fear of a 9-foot surge off the ocean.

Luckily Matthew stayed at sea and Floridians are returning home after the scare, however government officials are cautioning residents against settling cack to normal, since a high pressure system will block Matthew's northern progress and the hurricane may boomerang back to the Sunshine State.

Shepherd Smit of Fox News announced dramatically, "“If this moves 20 miles to the west, and you and everyone you know are dead — all of you — because you can’t survive it. It’s not possible unless you’re very, very lucky. And your kids die, too.”

Smith lived through Katrina in New Orleans.

He has seen the worst.

And Matthew should hit Northern Florida tomorrow.

It is no joke.

Pastrami On Nothing

This week the Carnegie Deli's owner announced the closing of the nearly 80 year-old kosher restaurant. Marian Harper Levine's family has owned the fabled knoshetria since 1971, but a battle with ConEd over an illegal tap on a gas pipe and the long hours have taken a toll on the 60ish operator.

"At this stage of my life, the early mornings to late nights have taken a toll, along with my sleepless nights and grueling hours that come with operating a restaurant business."

New Yorkers mourned the news.

Few ate at the 7th Avenue establishment, which has been overrun by tourists seeking the true heart of the City by consuming 4-inch high sandwiches in one go.

Another piece of New York will disappear into our memories and this afternoon I mentioned the closing to my London friend, Sara Silver. She stopped there on her way back from MoMA and came to my jewelry store on West 57th Street with a heavy brown paper bag.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Pastrami on rye."

Only one, which is more than enough for a normal human.

I licked my my lips.

We each took a half.

Heaven.

If I'm lucky I might go zum Himmel one more time before the New Year, because you have to say good-bye to greatness more than once.

Popcorn In A Hoodie

I love popcorn.

I hate Bud Lite.

despite this conflict I'm impressed by this man's ingenuity.

Popcorn, beer, and looking at the wall.

Paradise.

Too Much Too Soon

His last words were passing out was a mumble.

"I've fallen, but don't worry I'll get up again."

Too much fun is sometimes too much to take in one sitting.