Chain Of Command

Donald Trump's desire to be with beautiful women is neither a sin nor a crime.

His ties to Jeffery Weinstein, the dead pedophile kingpin, have not tarnished support amongst his MAGA followers, who wish they were like # 45.

Rich, powerful, and his hands on young flesh.

Trump knows the best way to cover his tracks is to bury any evidence with a dead man, but no one can kill skeletons in the closet.

Donald hung with Harvey Weinstein, the sexual predator.

So did Bill Clinton.

Hillary can claim a 'me too' as well.

The rich and famous believe they can get away with rape and murder.

They know things about each other.

They have money.

None of that saved Jeffrey Weinstein in prison, because those that know are best left knowing when they are dead.

Same goes for Harvey Weinstein.

And then there is # 45.

Littlus Dickus.

Cockroach Holocaust

My old house on Moo 9 in Pattaya had all kinds of birds, butterflies, snakes, and insects. My East Village apartment only had mice and cockroaches. The latter badly infested the tenement flat in 1995 like Israelis taking over Palestine. The management sprayed my place and the old Puerto Rican lady's apartment with a deadly concoction. I couldn't move back into 3E for a week afterwards. The effect of the cockroaches was negligible, then one day they vanished completely from sight. Having been told that cockroaches could survive a nuclear bomb, I became concerned as to the causes of their disappearance.

Had they left to regroup before a full-out assault on my apartment?

Or had something more menacing eradicated them from the urban food chain?

I never go the answer to either question and realized some mysteries are better off unsolved.

Harvey Does Not Get A Pass

Several years ago Hollywood mogul Harvey Weinstein was outted as a sexual predator, coercing women and girls to accept his advances for career advancement.

BY 2017 over eighty women accused him of sexual harassment and another fourteen claimed he had raped them. His work with various charities and support of the Democratic Party did not save him from the criminal charges of rape, criminal sex act, sex abuse, and sexual misconduct, leading to his arrest on September 18, 2018. The Queens native pled not guilty, denying any acts of sexual i and the judge released Weinstein on $1 million bail. This trial was originally scheduled for September 9, 2019, but the NYC AG delayed the proceedings until January 2020.

Since his arraignment Weinstein had been living in seclusion in Connecticut.

This week he showed up with several friends at Manhattan's Downtime Bar, a comedy club.

Kelly Bachman, a female comedienne recognized the banished Hollywood producer and said, "I'm feeling a little tense … anybody else? I'm a comic and it's our job to name the elephant in the room. Do we know what that is? Yeah … it's a Freddy Krueger in the room, if you will." "I'm feeling a little tense … anybody else?" said Bachman, who posted footage of her stand-up performance on social media. "I'm a comic and it's our job to name the elephant in the room. Do we know what that is? Yeah … it's a Freddy Krueger in the room, if you will."

People actually booed her.

Maybe Weinstein's friends.

Maybe macho men, but two other people berated the monster as well as Kelly Bachman, who was a rape victim.

Who was asked to leave?

Not Harvey Weinstein.

Downtime released this message on the incident.

""We want to address some concerns about a recent incident at Downtime. A company called Actors Hour rented our bar for a private event, with a guest list all their own. Shortly into the evening, one guest began heckling another, causing a disturbance to everyone in attendance. After several requests to stop were ignored, we kindly asked the heckler to leave. Please know that our goal at Downtime is to create an environment where everyone feels welcome. We respect the privacy of our patrons and event partners, and want to ensure that all guests are treated equally, with the same service and respect. In keeping with this goal, we made a decision that would allow the evening to continue as planned."

Bullshit.

As soon as they saw Weinstein, the club managers should have canceled his ticket and reimbursed his money, but his fortune is around $300 million and that much money buys a blind eye.

Call me old-fashioned, but the only way this scumbag should be allowed in public is in cuffs.

Tangled Wire Theory

Last night I put my headphones on the kitchen table. The leads were attached to my iBook. The power chord was separated from the headphone wires by several inches. I fell asleep to dreams of Thailand. I do miss my family.

The next morning I woke early and went into the kitchen. The iPad was the same position on the table as the previous night, however the wires were entangled like they were the participants in a snake orgy.

# 45 Impeachment Odds

Back in August of 2017 the odds for Donald Trump's impeachment stood at $500.

The pseudo-POTUS' actions over the last two years has dropped that payday to $125.

The White House and GOP have battled against any requests for records or transcripts or tax returns, however after the latest phone call to the Ukrainian president cracks # 45's united front has shown cracks. Trump has attacked any and all of his party losing faith in the MAGA movement, while his predominantly white political base remains structurally sound. The VP's wife called on the devotees to go down on their knees for # 45. I think she meant in prayer.

A male supporter said to a reporter about the Ukraian phone call that everyone makes mistakes.

Not everyone forcefully demands that a country's leader accept a pro quid quo exchange of investigating his rival Joe Bidin's son for corruption in return for military weaponry and a pseudo-presidential visit. Rudy Guiliani, the madman, handled the negotiations. Four of his compatriots have been arrested fleeing the country. Trump is sticking with Rudy, but Congress will subpoena the ex-NYC mayor by the month's end or at least that would seem like a good bet at least until you consider Trump's uncanny ability to slip the noose throughout his adult life.

Impeachment doesn't appear likely today.

But who knows what tomorrow will bring to the table.

The smoking gun.

Rattlesnake Alert

Last year local wildlife officials were called to the Blue Hills south of Boston in response to 911 call alerting to the presence of a timber rattlesnake in a populated area. Officers captured the serpent and released rattler into the Great Bog. My sister called me with this information and I asked, "Do you remember the winter Frunk saw a rattlesnake in the snow?"

"No." Her blunt refusal wasn't surprising, since she had been six in 1962.

I had been ten.

"Frunk and I were walking home. It must have been close to Christmas since it was dark early." New England was renowned for dreary winters. Nights were long and snow fell in November. "When we got to our house, Frunk whispered for me to look at the driveway. I turned my head and he pointed out a wavering shadow in the snow and said it was a rattlesnake."

"A rattlesnake?" she scoffed with a sigh. "You saw a rattlesnake in the winter. In the snow?"

My sister was a lawyer. She was an expert at grilling witnesses, but I was unafraid of telling the truth or a good story.

"Frunk saw it as a snake. I didn't know what it was, but I wasn't taking any chances and we ran into the house. Mom asked what was the problem and Frunk told her about the snake. She shook her head, until she saw the silhouette in the snow. It was about time for Dad to come home and she called the police. It must have been a slow day, because two patrol cars arrived within minutes. Getting out of their cars they drew their guns. Frunk went outside and showed them what he thought was the snake. The oldest cop pointed a flashlight and the snake became a piece of brown paper stuck in the snow. Everyone had a good laugh about it."

"I still don't remember it."

"No?"

"And I don't remember ever hearing about it until now."

"Oh." I nodded my head, recollecting that Frunk had sworn me to never mentioned the incident and the story died out after a week's ribbing. "Maybe I was just imagining it."

"You and your imagination. Have a good week."

"You too."

Later that evening I called my older brother. He didn't answer the phone and I left a message about the timber rattlesnake. He never returned my call, because some things only happened in the past and this was one of them.

The Snake Seduction of Eve

Quabbin Reservoir was created in the 1930s to provide the city and suburbs of Boston with clean water. Farms and towns were evacuated in the flood plain and the watershed has served as a park for visiting families and hikers, however in 2016 the Massachusetts Division of fisheries and Wildlife decided to set up a colony of eight venomous rattlesnakes on an uninhabited island to save the timber rattlesnakes from extinction.

Fear-ridden residents of the area called the state offices to express their paranoia about rattler infestation.

Much ado about nothing, for while two hundred timber rattlesnakes remained in the wilds of western Massachusetts, there has been no reports of a fatal biting since colonial times, except for a suspected strike on the North Quabbin Trails Association president's collie.

Keltz was bitten on the nose, causing excessive bleeding.

No swelling.

Some people are just scared of snakes.

After all the Snake offered the apple to Eve.

The Bible tells us so.

As a devout atheist I say bring back the rattlers.

The sooner the better.

We need a new Eve.