Have I told you how much I hate these people? - Mike Malloy. It is every thinking person’s responsibility not to side with his or her executioners. - Albert Camus. Popular democracy anywhere threatens fascism everywhere. - The Scallion. A fascist junta of neocons using George W. Bush as its shill has taken over America by bloodless coup. What will it take for us to stage a revolution and take our country back? - Dot Calm. Drive a hybrid. Leave a lighter footprint on the planet. - Dot Calm.
Like Granny D, I have watched my own beloved country change, and I am angry beyond words about what I see. I grew up seeing America as the equivalent of the movie good guy, the hero in the white hat who came to the rescue of those in need around the world. I have watched in silent horror as the corporations, the captains and the kings of industry, used a comparatively small outlay of cash to buy the Republicans to use as their shills. George W. Bush is the puppet cowboy-king of shills, the proverbial emperor with no clothes. Every day, I watch these evil men legalize, legitimize, and institutionalize robbing the poor to pay the rich. They are carving up America like a giant carcass and doling out choice chunks of its meat to themselves and their cronies. Since the Democrats have been sipping at the same corporate teat where the Republicans have been gorging for the past generation, the fascists are free to do their worst; there is no longer any opposition. There is no one left to stand up for the rights of the American people, the Constitution, or the democracy, which I fear will be replaced by a fascist dictatorship in my lifetime. Wake up, America: we need a REVOLUTION NOW!
Happy Easter, o Dot Calm Readers
and fellow Truth Crusaders!
Sometimes, the absurdity of Christianity really hits me.
Like...
God, who is Jesus, who is the Bible
cuckolded some poor d00d
to phuque the poor schmuck's fiancée,
a teenage girl,
out of wedlock,
leading to a dishonorable teen pregnancy,
so that He could be born illegitimately
and sacrifice Himself
to Himself
for like a day and a half.
Rearranged His Saturday schedule,
and He was good to go...
nary a blip in His Daily Routine.
But you would think that,
being omniscient,
He would have known
that even sacrificing Himself
to Himself
(for like a day and a half)
would fail to assuage His righteous rage
against the humans He created,
for He was justly enraged at them
for being the imperfect beings
He created them to be
while He Himself suffered
from all the same foibles,
like hate, anger, violence, pride, and jealousy
to name a few.
And, for these and many other foibles He shares,
He punishes most of them infinitely in Hell
even though their lives and crimes are finite,
and He and his followers say He's "perfect."
Sounds legit.
In other words...
Jesus is one holy motherphuquen bastard (?!)...
And people actually believe this?!
God is supposed to be perfect...
you'd think He'd lead by example
instead of breaking every rule in the
Get Obama Party Christian Extremist playbook!
And here's a Bible story that, if it were literally true, some local historian at the time surely would have noticed and written down for posterity...!
This is some serious whiskey-tango-foxtrot stuff here, Friends!
Meanwhile, back in Reality Land, we had a very nice Easter. Jesus saw his shadow, forecasting another six weeks of crazy weather here in the mid-Atlantic states, and my dad got his very first Easter basket, complete with chocolate bunny.
Dammit, tho--I forgot to tell him the Legend of the Easter Chipmunk.
You Sally Forth fans remember the Easter chipmunk, right? Well for the rest of y'all--cuz I hearts ya too much to make a private joke and leave you out--the Easter Chipmunk is what you get when you bite the ears off your chocolate Easter bunny. Somehow, those chocolaty ears always beckon the most strongly, perpetually promising to be the yummiest part of the chocolate bunny...to true chocolate bunny aficionados, the rest of the treat is just meh...and Sally Forth comics, which I don't even know if they publish any more, always had an annual Easter gag about which family member punked the others by getting to the chocolate bunny first and devouring its ears. Hehe.
So, with that...
Be good to yourself and your loved ones!
Also, don't forget to read Dot Calm's shadow's favorite independent sources of news and information:
It's gonna be tight, but, if we all pull together and show up at the polls, Bernie can win the nomination and set the ship of state back on course to prosperity for all, not just the greedy bastards in the top 1%, 0.1%, and 0.01% (cheez!).
Time for todaze dose of infotainment...
starting
...NOW!
(gong!)
- Dot Calm's shadow
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One of Donald Trump’s top campaign strategists, former communications director Stephanie Cegielski, has resigned from his campaign in protest of Trump’s ridiculous statement that “only he can solve” the bombing in Pakistan (whatever that might mean). She has penned a devastating open letter to his supporters, explaining to us why she originally supported Trump, and how his excess and dishonesty turned her against him. She issues a stark warning to Trump supporters that the supposed “authenticity” of Trump is nothing but smoke and mirrors, a soap opera character – and that at the end of the day, Donald Trump only cares about himself. A brutal denunciation of Trump as both a candidate and a person, it might be the most complete evisceration of the orange-haired rabble-rouser yet written.
It will be interesting to see if Donald Trump’s supporters will be able to dismiss this evisceration so easily. They can’t cry “liberal media” or establishment bias – this comes from inside his own camp, the people who know him better than any of his supporters. It’s also a significant indication that Trump’s own advisers are becoming increasingly tired of his racist antics and his utter refusal to formulate any kind of substantial policy proposals. They recognize that he is utterly unprepared for the presidency and has no desire to change that.
Even Trump’s most trusted advisors didn’t expect him to fare this well. Almost a year ago, recruited for my public relations and public policy expertise, I sat in Trump Tower being told that the goal was to get The Donald to poll in double digits and come in second in delegate count. That was it. The Trump camp would have been satisfied to see him polling at 12% and taking second place to a candidate who might hold 50%. His candidacy was a protest candidacy.
It pains me to say, but he is the presidential equivalent of Sanjaya on American Idol. President Trump would be President Sanjaya in terms of legitimacy and authority. And I am now taking full responsibility for helping create this monster — and reaching out directly to those voters who, like me, wanted Trump to be the real deal.
My support for Trump began probably like yours did. Similar to so many other Americans, I was tired of the rhetoric in Washington. Negativity and stubbornness were at an all-time high, and the presidential prospects didn’t look promising.
In 2015, I fell in love with the idea of the protest candidate who was not bought by corporations. A man who sat in a Manhattan high-rise he had built, making waves as a straight talker with a business background, full of successes and failures, who wanted America to return to greatness.
I was sold. Last summer, I signed on as the Communications Director of the Make America Great Again Super PAC. It was still early in the Trump campaign, and we hit the ground running. His biggest competitor had more than $100 million in a Super PAC. The Jeb Bush deep pockets looked to be the biggest obstacle we faced. We seemed to be up against a steep challenge, especially since a big part of the appeal of a Trump candidacy was not being influenced by PAC money.
After the first debate, I was more anxious than ever to support Trump. The exchange with Megyn Kelly was like manna from heaven for a communications director. She appeared like yet another reporter trying to kick out the guest who wasn’t invited to the party. At the time, I felt excited for the change to the debate he could bring. I began realizing the man really resonates with the masses and would bring people to the process who had never participated before.
That was inspiring to me. It wasn’t long before every day I awoke to a buzzing phone and a shaking head because Trump had said something politically incorrect the night before. I have been around politics long enough to know that the other side will pounce on any and every opportunity to smear a candidate.
But something surprising and absolutely unexpected happened. Every other candidate misestimated the anger and outrage of the “silent majority” of Americans who are not a part of the liberal elite. So with each statement came a jump in the polls. Just when I thought we were finished, The Donald gained more popularity.
I don’t think even Trump thought he would get this far. And I don’t even know that he wanted to, which is perhaps the scariest prospect of all.
He certainly was never prepared or equipped to go all the way to the White House, but his ego has now taken over the driver’s seat, and nothing else matters. The Donald does not fail. The Donald does not have any weakness. The Donald is his own biggest enemy. A devastating terrorist attack in Pakistan targeting Christians occurred on Easter Sunday, and Trump’s response was to tweet, “Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. At least 67 dead, 400 injured. I alone can solve.”
Ignoring the fact that at the time Trump tweeted this (time-stamped 4:37 p.m.) the latest news reports had already placed the number differently at 70 dead, 300 injured, take a moment to appreciate the ridiculous, cartoonish, almost childish arrogance of saying that he alone can solve. Does Trump think that he is making a cameo on Wrestlemania (yes, one of his actual credits)?
This is not how foreign policy works. For anyone. Ever. Superhero powers where “I alone can solve” problems are not real. They do not exist for Batman, for Superman, for Wrestlemania and definitely not for Donald Trump.
What was once Trump’s desire to rank second place to send a message to America and to increase his power as a businessman has nightmarishly morphed into a charade that is poised to do irreparable damage to this country if we do not stop this campaign in its tracks.
I’ll say it again: Trump never intended to be the candidate. But his pride is too out of control to stop him now. You can give Trump the biggest gift possible if you are a Trump supporter: stop supporting him.
He doesn’t want the White House. He just wants to be able to say that he could have run the White House. He’s achieved that already and then some. If there is any question, take it from someone who was recruited to help the candidate succeed, and initially very much wanted him to do so.
The hard truth is: Trump only cares about Trump. And if you are one of the disaffected voters — one of the silent majority like me — who wanted a candidate who could be your voice, I want to speak directly to you as one of his biggest advocates and supporters.
He is not that voice. He is not your voice. He is only Trump’s voice. Trump is about Trump. Not one of his many wives. Not one of his many “pieces of ass.” He is, at heart, a self-preservationist.
In fact, many people are not aware of the Trump campaign’s internal slogan, but I will tell you. It is stolen from a make-believe television presidency onThe West Wing where Martin Sheen portrayed President Bartlet. The slogan on the show amongst the idealistic group of Bartlet’s staff was “Let Bartlet Be Bartlet.”
Inside the Trump camp, the slogan became “Let Trump Be Trump.”
It is a repurposed slogan that seemed spot-on for the candidate. He is an intelligent, charismatic man who is involved in every aspect of his organization and would rather speak from the cuff than read briefing notes and recite them. I, in fact, admire Trump for this. But saying this qualifies him to be president is like saying that Seth Rogan is suited to be president. Another extraordinary improvisor, not an extraordinary presidential candidate.
Trump has undoubtedly lived up to the slogan, right down to his main public-relations liaison. Rather than go for a focus-group Washington insider, his communications person had previously taken press calls for the Trump Organization and directed them to the appropriate Trump child. She joked that before joining the campaign she thought “Common Core” was a class at Equinox.
The primary problem with this? What I’ve seen the longer I’ve helped prop him up along with the millions who are helping Trump is that we got the slogan wrong. A more accurate internal slogan would read, “Let Trump Help Trump.”
I don’t dismiss any single Trump constituent, which is why I believe it’s important to let you know that the candidate does.
I, too, think our country has gone off track in its values. I, too, think that we need a dramatic change of course. But I am, in my heart, a policy wonk and a believer in coming to the table with necessary knowledge for leading the free world.
The man does not know policy, nor does he have the humility to admit what he does not know — the most frightening position of all.
I remember watching the second Trump debate and thinking,After this, he is going to have to start hammering it home on policy; the country needs substance to make an informed decision.
I wished for it six months ago and am still waiting for it today. He had an opportunity after the terror attacks in Belgium and instead he used the opportunity to talk about closing the borders and what a mess that country had become. I was appalled that he offered no condolences or words of support; he merely gave his “build a wall” stump speech and talked about his greatness.
I felt sad for him at that moment.
And now, with the latest horrifying terror attack in Pakistan, my sadness has turned into anger.
I consider myself a part of the silent majority that led to Trump’s rise, which is why I want you to know that I am with you — I wanted Trump to be real, too.
He is not.
He even says so himself. His misogyny? That’s the character.
His presidential candidacy? That’s a character, too.
The problem with characters is they are the stuff of soap operas and sitcoms and reality competitions — not political legacies.
Trump made me believe. Until I woke up. And he has no problem abusing your support the same way he cheated hard-working men and women out of millions of dollars, for which he is now being sued.
I came into this eager to support a savvy businessman who received little outside funding. I loved Trump’s outsider status. But a year has now passed since I was first approached to become part of Team Trump.
While the pundits pontificated about what type of PR stunt Trump had up his billion-dollar sleeves, I met with people who convinced me he was serious about changing the political conversation. I wanted to raise millions for him. I wanted to contribute to millions of votes.
And as part of that support, in October, I supported the internal decision to close the Super PAC in order to position him as the quintessential non-politician. I still supported him with great passion after that. The decision to close the Super PAC was part of that devotion to his message of outsider change.
But something was shifting.
Without intending to do so, I began to hear and evaluate him more critically and skeptically as a member of the voting public rather than a communications person charged with protecting his positions.
I no longer felt that he was the leader the country was looking for, and I found myself longing — aching, really — for policy substance that went beyond building a wall and making Mexico pay for it. What were once bold — although controversial — statements now seemed to be attempts to please the crowds, not direction to lead this country to a better place. I began to realize his arrogance and isolation had taken over and were now controlling his message.
And here’s what he tapped into: the unprecedented, unbelievable anger.
Because we are all angry — and we all have a right to be. But Trump is not our champion. He would stab any one of his supporters in the back if it earned him a cent more in his pocket.
Unfortunately, the more vitriolic Trump has become, the more the people responded to him. That drove him to push the boundaries further and further.
I also started seeing a trend of incompetence and deniability.
When there was a tweet that contained an error, he would blame it on an intern; when there was a photo containing a World War II Nazi Germany background, he would blame it on an intern; when he answered questions in an overtly controversial fashion, he would claim that he did not properly hear the question. He refused to take responsibility for his actions while frequently demanding apologies from others.
Imagine Trump wronged you, even in the smallest possible way. He would go to the grave denying he had ever done anything wrong to you —ever.
Trump acts as if he’s a fictional character. But like Hercules, Donald Trumpis a work of fiction.
No matter how many times he repeats it, Trump would not be the “best” at being a president, being in shape, fighting terrorism, selling steaks, and whatever other “best” claim he has made in the last 15 minutes.
He would be the best at something, though. He is the best at looking out for Donald Trump — at all costs.
Mother Teresa is on the verge of being canonised by the Vatican.
Some might wonder why it’s taken this long – after all, most of us have grown up with tales of her fight against poverty and her general air of ‘goodness’.
However, academics at the University of Montreal suggest things are not as they seem.
After analysis of a vast amount of papers about the woman born Anjezë Gonxhe Bojaxhiu in Macedonia in August 1910,Serge Larivée and Genevieve Chenardcame to the conclusion that Blessed Teresa of Calcutta was ‘anything but a saint’, with ‘her rather dubious way of caring for the sick, her questionable political contacts, her suspicious management of the enormous sums of money she received, and her overly dogmatic views regarding, in particular, abortion, contraception, and divorce.’
He wrote: ‘she was a friend to the worst of the rich, taking misappropriated money from the atrocious Duvalier family in Haiti (whose rule she praised in return) and from Charles Keating of the Lincoln Savings and Loan.
‘Where did that money, and all the other donations, go?
‘The primitive hospice in Calcutta was as run down when she died as it always had been – she preferred California clinics when she got sick herself – and her order always refused to publish any audit.
‘But we have her own claim that she opened 500 convents in more than a hundred countries, all bearing the name of her own order. Excuse me, but this is modesty and humility?’
So what other reasons are there to argue against this imminent sainthood?
Secret baptism of the dying
Mother Teresa believed it a duty to baptise the dying, regardless of their religious beliefs.
Susan Shields, a former member of the Missionaries of Charity, was quoted by Hitchins as saying: ‘Sisters were to ask each person in danger of death if he wanted a ‘ticket to heaven’. An affirmative reply was to mean consent to baptism.
‘The sister was then to pretend that she was just cooling the patient’s head with a wet cloth, while in fact she was baptising him, saying quietly the necessary words.
‘Secrecy was important so that it would not come to be known that Mother Teresa’s sisters were baptising Hindus and Muslims.’
Her perception of the poor
Mother Teresa apparently believed that suffering was ‘a gift from God’.
‘The problem is not a lack of money – the Foundation created by Mother Teresa has raised hundreds of millions of dollars – but rather a particular conception of suffering and death.
‘There is something beautiful in seeing the poor accept their lot, to suffer it like Christ’s Passion. The world gains much from their suffering,’ was her reply to criticism, cites Hitchens.
‘Nevertheless, when Mother Teresa required palliative care, she received it in a modern American hospital.’
Politics and use of charity funds
Aroup Chatterjee’s bookMother Teresa: The Final Verdict will also make surprising reading for those who see the missionary as the epitome of goodness.
In it he explains that Mother Teresa’s friendship with Indira Gandhi and the Congress Party was widely believed to have been behind such assertions as ‘People are happier. There are more jobs. There are no strikes.’
This was after the suspension of civil liberties in 1975.
From theMontreal paper: ‘Mother Teresa was generous with her prayers but rather miserly with her foundation’s millions when it came to humanity’s suffering.
‘During numerous floods in India or following the explosion of a pesticide plant in Bhopal, she offered numerous prayers and medallions of the Virgin Mary but no direct or monetary aid.
‘On the other hand, she had no qualms about accepting the Legion of Honour and a grant from the Duvalier dictatorship in Haiti.
‘Millions of dollars were transferred to the MCO’s various bank accounts, but most of the accounts were kept secret,’ Larivée says.
‘Given the parsimonious management of Mother Teresa’s works, one may ask where the millions of dollars for the poorest of the poor have gone?’
‘The miracle attributed to Mother Theresa was the healing of a woman, Monica Besra, who had been suffering from intense abdominal pain.
‘The woman testified that she was cured after a medallion blessed by Mother Theresa was placed on her abdomen.
‘Her doctors thought otherwise: the ovarian cyst and the tuberculosis from which she suffered were healed by the drugs they had given her.
‘The Vatican, nevertheless, concluded that it was a miracle.’
Interestingly, Mother Teresa herself had issues with her own faith.
This from a posthumous collection of her personal papers (her request to have them destroyed after her death was roundly ignored). Emphasis is mine:
‘Lord, my God, you have thrown [me] away as unwanted – unloved,’ she wrote in one missive.
‘I call, I cling, I want, and there is no one to answer, no, no one. Alone. Where is my faith? Even deep down right in there is nothing.I have no faith. I dare not utter the words and thoughts that crowd in my heart.’
Some might say that Mother Teresa was simply following the tenets of her religious beliefs and this is a valid point, although one could argue that other religious figures have managed to do with it in a more sensitive fashion.
When I spoke with Catholic friends about writing this piece, they were already well aware of the issues surrounding the potential canonisation and suggested that if they were to choose a candidate of their own it would be Óscar Romero, whose story is well worth investigating.
Even the Montreal academics admitted that ‘If the extraordinary image of Mother Teresa conveyed in the collective imagination has encouraged humanitarian initiatives that are genuinely engaged with those crushed by poverty, we can only rejoice.
‘It is likely that she has inspired many humanitarian workers whose actions have truly relieved the suffering of the destitute and addressed the causes of poverty and isolation without being extolled by the media.
‘Nevertheless, the media coverage of Mother Teresa could have been a little more rigorous.’
So Mother Teresa’s existence as an icon may well have led to others helping where it is needed, and that can only be a good thing.
But whether she is deserving of sainthood is another matter entirely.
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