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Donald Trump Takes His Ball and Goes Home

Maybe he’ll act as his own attorney?

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE.

From The Palmer Report:

Donald Trump just spent the past few weeks wandering around the basketball courts with ball in hand, begging others to play with him, only to find that no one was interested. Now after having gotten rejected one too many times, Trump is taking his ball and going home, while telling anyone who will listen that he doesn’t need a basketball partner anyway.

 First we saw Trump get rejected by Bill Clinton’s respected impeachment lawyer Emmet Flood. Then we saw Trump get similarly rejected by a series of steadily less respected lawyers. At some point Trump’s head lawyer John Dowd decided he didn’t want to stick around while waiting to be replaced, so he resigned. Then Trump announced that he was hiring Joe diGenova and Victoria Toensing, after he liked what diGenova had to say on Fox News. Now even the Fox News hiring has fallen through.
 

Depending on how you want to parse it, diGenova and Toensing were Trump’s lawyers for either six days, or two days, or they never were his lawyers. Were they fired or did they quit? Can either of those things happen if you were never technically hired, but merely announced as having been hired? Right now Anthony Scaramucci must be wondering how these folks managed to break his eleven day record. But you see, Trump did so little homework, he didn’t even know that Toensing was already representing Mark Corallo, who is cooperating with Special Counsel Robert Mueller. The same lawyer can’t represent both sides. Apparently it took Trump’s handlers all week to figure out how to explain that to him

So now that Donald Trump has even failed at hiring a Fox News pundit as his lawyer, he’s naturally blurting out that he doesn’t need a new lawyer: “Many lawyers and top law firms want to represent me in the Russia case…don’t believe the Fake News narrative that it is hard to find a lawyer who wants to take this on.” This is after Trump spent the past weeks learning the hard way that no lawyer wants to take this on.

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WE. ARE. ALL. GOING. TO. DIE.

Well I guess I can go back to waking up with the first thought on my mind being, “Did that fucking idiot in the White House start WWIII as we slept? We’re alive, so I guess not. But the day’s just getting started.”

With Bolton whispering in his ear, I can all but guarantee that we will be at war—or dead—with someone within the next six months, probably just in time for the mid-terms.

 

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Be Careful What You Search For…

…because you may find it.

I met Jeffrey in 1999, shortly after I’d started working at PG&E Energy Services (PG&E Corp’s unregulated energy experiment) in San Francisco.

Surprisingly, there weren’t that many out gay men working for the company, so Jeffrey and I immediately gravitated toward each other. Never mind that the boy was cute and smart and sexy as fuck. But nothing more than a friendship—despite the mutual attraction—developed because Jeffrey was hopelessly devoted to his long-term boyfriend, Leroy. Even when said boyfriend was found caught cheating on numerous occasions, Jeffrey stood firmly by his side.

Like myself, Jeffrey was an inveterate techie. We were always discussing the latest hardware and software trends. He was very above board on software licensing issues, while I was more…flexible. He always purchased his software. I, on the other hand “obtained” a lot of it. (One of the perks of being in the business, I suppose.)  One day I finally convinced him to come over to the Dark Side by providing him something that he wanted but was otherwise unobtainable.

Even after PG&EES finally followed ENRON into the dustbin of history, and went to different jobs, we still both worked downtown and managed to meet up for lunch several times a week. At his new place of employment, Jeffrey discovered the Mac and became an immediate convert, putting an end to all his Windows-based Dark Side adventures. (Just as I was forced to go legit once I joined the Church of Steve Jobs.)

Shortly after I’d returned to Phoenix in 2002, Jeffrey finally had enough of Leroy’s dalliances and they parted company. A little over a year later he told me he’d decided to move back to Texas and start his own business.

In 2004, we met up briefly as he was passing through Phoenix on his way to McKinney. This would be the last time I’d ever see him.

We exchanged a few more emails as he got resettled, but then life intervened and I lost touch. When I attempted to re-establish contact, none of his email addresses were active, and I had no phone number or old school physical address by which to contact him.

Over the years, I’d run cursory internet searches hoping to find him, but with such a relatively common name, I came up empty handed.

That is, until earlier this week.

And I almost wish I hadn’t. “Ignorance is bliss,” as they say.

Jeffrey died in 2011. No cause was given in the obituary, so I have no idea if it was AIDS, cancer, or some horrific accident. If he was HIV positive or otherwise sick, he never mentioned it. All I know is that yet another little hole has opened in my life that will never be filled.

I’m glad I had the chance to know him.

Jeffrey Laughlin 1966-2011

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