Author: Mark Alexander

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It Starts With Just a Trickle…

…for the dam to break.

From AMERICAblog:

GOP Senator Lindsey Graham threatened Donald Trump today with “the end of the Trump presidency” should Trump try to fire special counsel Mueller, who is investigating the extent of the Trump campaign’s ties to Russia.

Graham first noted that there will be no confirmation hearings for a new attorney general in 2017. Trump has made clear on Twitter of late that he wants sitting attorney general Jeff Sessions to resign. Sessions has reportedly refused. Among the reasons Trump wants Sessions gone: Sessions recused himself from the Russia investigation, and thus can’t help Trump kill it; Sessions hasn’t been vigorous in investigating leaks (per Trump); and Sessions hasn’t yet launched an investigation of Hillary Clinton.

“There will be no confirmation hearing for a new attorney general in 2017. If Jeff Sessions is fired, there will be holy hell to pay. Any effort to go after Mueller could be the beginning of the end of the Trump presidency.”

Graham then said that if Trump tries to fire Mueller, it may be the beginning of the end of his presidency. That likely means Graham is threatening to impeach him and remove him from office. That’s a large threat.

There’s more. It’s pretty great:

Now, Lindsey Graham is only one Senator, but in this Senate every vote counts, and Trump barely has enough votes to get his agenda through, as we’re seeing on health care reform. Trump can’t afford even one Republican Senator saying he’s had enough.

This throws a real wrench in Trump’s plans to get rid of Sessions. Having said that, Republicans like Graham talk a good talk, but they rarely act. Graham is happy to investigate Benghazi till the cows come home, but let’s see if he ever truly and finally takes on Donald Trump.

Again, the comments are great, and will give Trump pause. But until we see some real action, Graham and the rest will still be tarred with Trump’s excesses.

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Contacting My Representatives

It couldn’t be easier. Text RESIST to 50409 (details at Resistbot) and follow the prompts.

This is what I sent:

As you are quite aware someone has announced that Transgender persons are no longer welcome to serve our country. Then, while the media is having a firestorm over that sudden announcement and as the senate GOP are dramatically playing out their “take the healthcare away from the poor and give the money to the rich” scheme, it seems the Department of Justice decides to submit an amicus brief stating that all LGBT Americans simply aren’t covered under the 1964 civil rights act because of who we are and who we love. I know that you and all of this nation’s governors, senators and representatives want to be on the right side of history. For that reason I urge you all to put party politics aside and work towards a just, fair and equal society for all of us. I ask that you stand up and fight for all of our rights as equal citizens no matter our sex, religion, race, sexual orientation, skin color, beliefs, age, pre-existing condition, income, or social status. Please do this for us, for yourselves, for our children and for our country. We need you.

Thanks to Fearsome Beard for providing the majority of the text. He very eloquently put into words what I wanted to say.

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And This Government Is Failing Miserably

The moral test of government is how that government treats those who are in the dawn of life, the children; those who are in the twilight of life, the elderly; those who are in the shadows of life, the sick, the needy, and the handicapped.” ~ Hubert H. Humphrey

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Shower Thoughts

It takes more balls for a trans person to enlist than it does for a businessman to dodge the draft.

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#Truth

I know this isn’t going to be doing anything for my karma, but I hope McCain goes out in the most lingering, excruciatingly painful way possible, fully aware that the cancer is eating away at his brain.

And I will piss on his grave. I will.

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Shower Thoughts

There really is no point in watching a ghost hunting show. If they ever did find absolute proof of ghosts and life after death, it wouldn’t be stuck on a daytime cable show; it would be breaking news on every channel and all over the internet. The same goes for UFO shows, Bigfoot/Monster Hunters, The Curse of Oak Island (and it’s brethren), and the seemingly endless list of similar shows masquerading as “scientific” investigations.

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Shower Thoughts

The generations that covered hardwood floors with linoleum and put wall to wall carpeting in bathrooms have the nerve to talk shit about “millennials.”

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(NSFW) This Reminds Me of a Story

June 1983. Tucson, Arizona.

I had taken my truck into TuneUp Masters (or whatever the chain was called at the time) one Saturday morning and was sitting in the waiting room waiting for the service to be completed. I glanced out the window and noticed a convertible Firebird pulled up and a drop-dead gorgeous stud got out. Blond, tan, hairy, around my age…probably a frat boy from the University, he casually tossed a basketball in the back seat and came into the waiting room. My eyes must’ve burned a hole into him as he walked past.

After he’d spoken to the attendant, he sat down on the row of chairs on the other side of the room directly across from me. He was dressed in a tank top, sneakers, and those infamous short nylon athletic shorts that left nothing to the imagination and were so popular at the time. Even though he kept his sunglasses on it seemed we were making eye contact over our respective magazines with increasing frequency.

In one of those moments when time seemed to stand still, we suddenly found ourselves alone in the waiting room and I noticed the tip of his cock beginning to poke out the leg of those shorts. As my gaze locked on, it continued to lengthen until it was obvious I wasn’t imagining things. I was wearing jeans, but by this time I was also quite…aroused…so I sat to make sure he got a full view as well. His hand casually moved down and started manipulating that beautiful thing and I returned the gesture.

Our cars ended up being finished at the same time, so we paid and walked out together. I don’t remember how the conversation started, but we ended up walking over to behind the bleachers at the nearby high school. This did NOT afford the degree of privacy we needed, so we ended up back at my place.

The rest, as they say, is history. His name was Mike (didn’t get a last name), and I never saw him again. He never appeared at any the gay bars (and at the time Tucson didn’t have many), so he may have just been one of those many horny “straight” college boys looking for release.