Let’s Get Real People – Charred Trump on a Podium…

This is where all the little trumpeters are telling me that I’m supposed to feel sorry for our Commander in Chief because his teleprompter went on the fritz and he had to adlib sections of his speech. Now granted, there are things that I’m willing to forgive anyone that has the mentality of a 6 year old when he has to face a crowd and there are no words for him to read. A 6 year old might forget that airplanes and airports were not invented before the revolutionary war.  A 6 year old might not know that the declaration of independence was adopted on July 4th but not signed until August 2nd.  A 6 year old might not know the difference between the Revolutionary War and the War of 1812. A 6 year old might not know who Frederick Douglass was. Also, to a 6 year old, any crowd larger than a thousand people is often referred to as millions.

But the President of the United States of America and the Commander in Chief of all military branches should know these things. It wasn’t like he was boarding a plane and someone asked him these things out of the blue. How many weeks has he had to prepare for this speech?

I will give him kudos for not whipping out his phone and reading from his favorite book…See Spot Run.

So my friends, if you’re willing to concede the mental capacity of our president, I’m willing to forgive him for yet another example of a man who has no idea of what the hell he’s saying.

Just my two cents worth…

Just my two cents worth…

Let’s Get Real People – Judge says rape is ok as long as you’re from a good family…

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you the winner of the ‘You’ve got to be efn kidding me trophy.’ I give you, the not so Honorable Judge James Troiano of Monmouth County Superior Court from the great state of New Hampshire.

In 2017, a 16 year old boy was accused of raping an intoxicated 16 year old girl at a party. If that wasn’t enough to have his penis whacked off with a dull knife, this Eagle Scout filmed the entire thing and circulated it across social media. At one point, even texting his buddies: “when your first time having sex was rape.” Clearly demonstrating a “sophisticated and predatory” action.

The prosecution, like any one with half a brain would agree, petitioned for this sub human to be waived in juvenile court and tried as an adult.

Alas, it was not to be… In steps our infamous judge and denied the motion. Sighting, (you’re going to think I’m lying) “the boy’s actions were not necessarily rape. Because ‘traditional’ rape cases involve ‘two or more, generally males involved either at gun point or weapon, clearly manhandling a person.”

This bean bag without stuffing went on to say that the boy should not be tried as an adult because, (I shit you not) he comes from a good family who put him into an excellent school and he was headed to a good college.

This wacko continued pulling turds out his ass with, “the girl and her family should have been told that bringing charges against the boy could have a ‘devastating effect’ on his life.

WTF you shit for brains.

I guarantee, if this boy was from a poor inner city family whose mother and father both worked two jobs just to keep food on the table, his ass would already be locked up for the rest of his life. God knows what would happen if the kid would have been African American or Hispanic.

I can only assume that this punk ass kid was going to attend the same college that good ole Troiano graduated from. Maybe his parents were members of the same country club. So I just have one question for the court. If someday you’re at the golf course and pass out from a few too many martinis and the caddy decides to stick his nine iron up your 18th hole. Is it ok? According to you, as long as he gets good grades in school and is alone while he has you bent over the golf cart.

My God, what more proof do we need? This is just another example that ‘rich white privilege’ is still running rampant across America. As long as we have old white haired men running our government, nothing will ever change.

Just my two cents worth…

Let’s Get Real People…

I have to admit that I stole the concept for this series from a podcast that I follow titled ‘Brave Words’ on twitch. If you’re in the USA, you can catch them on Friday nights, 8PM Central time at https://twitch.tv/bravewords. The concept of their show is that these three, maybe not so ordinary, guys; Garrif, AxiomXIII and Delson Veinn discuss whatever topics might come to mind. So, in truth, I guess it’s not what they do that I have stolen but the rules that govern them. Besides, they’re my sons so they can’t really sue me.

These are some pretty simple rules that I have adopted to use here at The Backyard Poet:

  1. I need to be willing to fail…a lot. Face it; I’m going to fail at one time or another. It’s all about what I do with that failure that counts. The willingness to learn from it and create something better is the test of true strength.
  2. I need to be willing to be embarrassed in public. Yes, sometimes I will make some real ‘doozies’ when it comes to mistakes. I can take as many cautions and safeguards as I can and still, blunders will slip through the cracks. I must have the courage to laugh at myself and move on.
  3. I have to be courageously tenacious.  I can’t hide away in the corner every time a difficult subject arises. I must step out of the shadows and confront whatever it is that blocks my path. Sometimes the world may not agree with my opinion. Sometimes they might hate me. But I owe it to myself to do my best.
  4. I must always remember that this is just a blog. I can’t let negative comments and feedback control the content of this blog nor what I personally believe.
  5. I must be willing to write about it, even if I know nothing about it. Because igniting the spark of curiosity is how all of us learn.

So welcome to the first installment of …

Let’s Get Real People – Fourth of July

My One hundred and eleventieth birthday will be the greatest celebration ever. I will have fireworks, planes, trains and automobiles. There will be new Sherman tanks… and new Abrams tanks… and battleships, and alien spacecraft will land on the lawn and bow to my greatness. I will give a great speech all about me and it will be very, very great. All the while, I will hold my penis in my hand and that too will be very very great. It will be a glorious day like you’ve never seen before.

Of course everyone, including me, are busy making jokes and laughing at the fact the Sherman tank has not been used by the military since like 1957. 

But wait a minute…

According to political blogger, Mother Jones ( www.motherjones.com/kevin-drum/2019/07/trump-orders-sherman-tank-reactivated ), while we were all worrying about the Wall and Russian Collusion and all the other nonsense, our master of deception and illusion performed another sleight of hand and ordered the Army to resurrect the Sherman Tank. If this is true, it will be more wool pulled over the eyes of the faithful trumpeters who believe, “He tells it exactly like it is.” If not, even they will have to admit that the man does not even have the mental capacity to comprehend reality.

One thing for certain, July 4th will tell us if he is a liar or just a buffoon. Of course, I don’t have to wait to know that both statements are true.

Dumb Joke – Fake News…

A priest down at the local church needed to raise some money for his church. After speaking with the elders, he decided that there was money to be made in horse racing. So he decided to purchase a race horse and enter it into some races. However the going price for a race horse was more than he could afford. So not knowing anything about racing, he ended up buying a donkey instead.

The priest entered the donkey into a small race and to everyone’s surprise the donkey came in third! The next day the local paper carried this headline: FATHER MULCAHEY’S ASS SHOWS.
The priest was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and this time it won. The next day, the paper read: FAHER MULCAHEY’S ASS OUT IN FRONT
The Bishop caught sight of this in the morning paper and was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the priest not to enter the donkey in another race. Of course, the Priest agreed and the next day the newspaper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES FATHER’S ASS
The Bishop had enough of this whole thing and ordered the priest to get rid of the donkey. The priest decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.  The next morning, the paper’s headline read: NUN NOW HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN
The Bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.00. Next day the headline read: NUN SELLS HER ASS FOR $10.00
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey, lead it to the plains where it could run wild and free. Next day, the headline in the paper read: NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS NOW WILD AND FREE
The Bishop was buried the next day.

Aunt Sadie’s Ponderings — They need to know who’s who…

Well I’m afraid that someone is gonna have to help this old gal out on this one.

So there’s this citizenship census question thingy that seems to have the world up in arms right now. It appears that the Supreme Court said that the Trump administration has the right to put the question on the form but couldn’t because he said he was a gonna do it for one thing but he actually meant he was gonna do it for something else completely. So now they’s got to go back and say they want it back on for the other reason that some other politicians said wasn’t right in the first place.

God Almighty folks, I gotta sit down before my head spins right off.

Here’s the way I see it and feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. Seems people are saying that it ain’t right to ask if you are a citizen of the United States or not. Well last time I looked, it was called the United States Census Bureau and they’s wanting to know all about people whose living in the United States. We got to tell em how old we are, If’n we are Native American and so forth. I mean, I don’t think the revenuers should be able to tell me whether or not I can make corn liquor but they do. I suppose, if they was to put a question on the census that asks, “Do you make illegal corn whisky?” I’m gonna just answer NO! Besides, I think a bigger concern would be the question that asks if your Hispanic, Latino or Spanish. Now I’m probably just some old country hick, but I gotta ask. Ain’t they the same?

So I don’t understand what the big tadoo is all about. It’s not like the question has never been on a census form before. If you’re curious about that you can go to the Google and ask about the census questions. Seems this question (in one version or another) was on the form in 1820,1830,1870,1890,1900,1910,1920,1930,1940,1950,1970,1980,1990 and 2000.

So to make a long story short, of all the Bazillions of problems facing the world today, our congressmen and women decide this is the thing that we should be wasting or time and money on.

You ever wonder just what would happen if on election day, every single person wrote on their ballot…”NONE OF THE ABOVE”

Till next time friends…