A Feckless Too Far?

It should come as no surprise that Li'l Donnie Trump pisses me off. Every day.


Every single damn fucking goddam day!


He's either doing something stupid or saying something that is stupid AND a lie! 


It irks me no end that this soulless pack of shit is in the White House comporting himself in a manner that diminishes us as a country.

And as much as Trump himself pisses me off, also stoking my daily rage are all the fuckers out there still kissing his backside, licking the devil's own ass to get whatever they can get out of this moron.



So I know the anger that Trump inspires and I feel the compounding of that rage by those who would support him in his countless efforts to humiliate and degrade the ideals of this nation. 


I understand that anger.


So  Samantha Bee called Ivanka Trump a “feckless cunt” on her show Wednesday night.


Uh, what?  


On last night's "Full Frontal With Samantha Bee" on TBS, Sam was irked by a post Ivanka made of a photo with her child. Here's what Sam had to say about that.  



“You know, Ivanka, that’s a beautiful photo of you and your child, but let me just say, one mother to another, do something about your dad’s immigration practices, you feckless cunt! He listens to you. Put on something tight and low-cut and tell your father to fucking stop it. Tell him it was an Obama thing and see how it goes, OK?”

Whoa, dude. 


I understand your rage. Ivanka is the Trump we hope would be able to save. She appears smart and savvy with perhaps some degree of the human empathy her father so completely lacks.


Yet Ivanka keeps acting clueless to the chaos and anguish spinning around her father's action.


Like the opening of the US embassy in Jerusalem a few weeks back with photos of Ivanka standing there, smiling so sweetly, photos paired up with pictures of Palestinians being slaughtered as they protested the US defying the rest of the world and placing the American embassy to Israel in a city that the Palestinians consider still in dispute.


Or the admittedly lovely picture of mother and child that Ivanka posted on a day when the White House was pushing an aggressive position to separate children from parents among immigrants seeking entry into the country.  Ivanka holding her child so close while other children were  being ripped from theirs mothers' arms due to policies pushed by your father.


Ivanka, can't you get your daddy's attention? Can't you try to do or say something to make him stop, you feckless...


OK, I'm not going there.


Sam Bee, I love your work. I admire your fire and dedication to try to make the world see, damn it, this country's ruin that swirls about the corrupt, reprehensible man child who fucking conned and lied his way into the White House.


But Sam, I think you went a bit too far.  


Samantha Bee thinks so too. "I would like to sincerely apologize to Ivanka Trump and to my viewers for using an expletive on my show to describe her last night. It was inappropriate and inexcusable. I crossed a line, and I deeply regret it.” 


TBS also issued an apology: “Samantha Bee has taken the right action in apologizing for the vile and inappropriate language she used about Ivanka Trump last night. Those words should not have been aired. It was our mistake too, and we regret it.”


Here's the thing: Yes, I understand the rage. I understand the frustration.  Donald Trump represents a danger to this country and it seems like there are too many people who cannot see it. And there are those in Trump's orbit that maybe, just maybe, can be better than he is and maybe, just maybe we can staunch the bleeding if these people would stop subsuming themselves to his selfish, petty ego and stand up to him. 


But it is hard, so damn hard, not to lose your way, blinded by the endless, daily rage. 


I won't use the word Sam Bee used but Ivanka, you are indeed feckless. 


Sadly, you are not alone. 


And this country is all the poorer for it.    

No Apologies For Li'l Donnie?

In the aftermath of Roseanne Barr’s racist tweet and her subsequent firing by ABC, Li’l Donnie Trump did what he always does: he made it about him. 

 

"Bob Iger of ABC called Valerie Jarrett to let her know that 'ABC does not tolerate comments like those' made by Roseanne Barr. Gee, he never called President Donald J. Trump to apologize for the HORRIBLE statements made and said about me on ABC. Maybe I just didn't get the call?"

 

Li’l Donnie did not specify exactly what has been said on ABC that warrants a call of apology.  

 

Slithering up from her smoldering brimstone pit, White House press secretary Sarah Sanders came up with a list.    

• “Where was Bob Iger's apology to the White House staff for Jemele Hill calling the president, and anyone associated with him, a white supremacist?”
  • Hill used to host SportsCenter, was reprimanded by ESPN's president for her comments and voluntarily left the show.
• “To Christians around the world for Joy Behar calling Christianity a mental illness?”
  • Behar did apologize for her remarks, which were directed specifically at Vice President Mike Pence's religious beliefs.
  • How does Trump rate getting a call of apology on behalf of offended Christians? 
• Where was the apology for Kathy Griffin going on a profane rant against the president on 'The View' after a photo showed her holding president Trump's decapitated head?
  • Kathy received a lot of negative blow back for the photo of her holding president Trump's decapitated head which led to her being dropped from a comedy tour of the states and being fired from her New Year’s Eve gig on CNN with Anderson Cooper. So her actions were not without negative consequences.
  • Also, Griffin was not an employee of ABC but a guest on an ABC show.
• Where was the apology from Bob Iger for ESPN hiring Keith Olbermann after his numerous expletive-laced tweets attacking the president as a Nazi and even expanding Olbermann's role after that attack against the president's family?
  • How does calling one guy a Nazi equate to an attack on that one guy’s family?   

Sanders added, "This is a double standard that the president is speaking about, no one is defending her (Roseanne's) comment, they're inappropriate, but that is the point he was making.”  

 

In reference to all of these points, Trump is a public figure and people have a right to express their opinions about him.

Valerie Jarrett is a private citizen that someone in a very public forum was the subject of a most emphatically racist comment.

 

Hey, Li’l Donnie, you’re a moronic, crooked, lying fucking asshole. And you’re not getting an apology from me. 

What To Do WHEN Roseanne Barr Goes Batshit Crazy Racist

So Roseanne has been cancelled. 

Valerie Jarrett is black and a former advisor to former President Obama and was the subject of a tweet from Roseanne Barr who compared Ms. Jarrett to an ape. 

Roseanne Barr’s tweet was subject to immediate indignation and outrage for the racist garbage it was.  Barr has tried to walk back the tweet, apologizing for it, claiming it was a bad joke posted in an Ambien haze. 

Let me and lots of other people call bullshit on that.  

Roseanne Barr has a long history of saying reprehensible things in public, of acting badly towards other people.  How long have you been on Ambien, Roseanne?

The backlash was quick and overwhelming. Wanda Sykes,  a black, gay comedian and writer who was part of the Roseanne TV series reboot immediately tweeted she was quitting the show. A few hours later, there was no show to quit.  ABC made it clear that Roseanne Barr’s behavior was reprehensible and would not be tolerated at the network, immediately cancelling the show.

While ABC deserves kudos for taking quick, decisive action in response to Roseanne Barr’s racist conduct, her actions should not come as a surprise to the network. ABC knew exactly who they were doing business with. I wonder if ABC had a file ready, labeled “What to do WHEN Roseanne Barr goes batshit crazy racist”, a file containing a pre-written statement condemning whatever Roseanne said and legal forms already filled out to cancel the show. 

Killing Eve: It's A Very Strange Show

Sunday, I watched the season finale of Killing Eve.

 

It's a very strange show.

 

British intelligence agent Eve Polastri is obsessed with tracking down talented psychopathic assassin Villanelle.

 

Talented psychopathic assassin Villanelle is obsessed with Eve Polastri, the woman who is tracking her down. 

 

After 8 episodes of a cat and mouse game where the worldly Villanelle seemed to always have the upper hand over Eve, the season ends with Eve locating Villanelle’s apartment in Paris. It is there where Eve and Villanelle wind up in bed together. 

 

It’s not what you think. But then again, maybe it is. 

 

The degree of fascination Eve has with Villanelle is virtually sexual. For Villanelle, it is actually sexual. The mutual and reciprocal obsession of each woman to know more about the other betrays a level of intimacy that is on a level usually reserved for the most passionate lovers.

 

Maybe Superman and Lex Luthor feel this way about each other but I doubt you will ever see them lying next to each other in bed like we do with Eve and Villanelle.

 

Eve nervously says, “I’ve never done… anything like this before.”

 

Villanelle, tenderly reaching to stroke Eve’s hair, gently replies, “Don’t worry. I have…”

 

Maybe it is what you think.

 

But the knife in Eve’s hand thrusting towards Villanelle’s stomach tells us, no, it isn’t. 

 

This is, as I said, a very strange show.

The Menace Of Doors And Porn

I have a silly theory that a main cause of school shootings is guns. You can have a mental illness, a bad family and watch too many violent movies or games which may make you want to shoot someone but you can’t actually fucking shoot someone unless you have something to fucking shoot them with. 

 

Like I said, it’s a silly theory. If I were to take the issue of school shootings more seriously, I would realize that the real menace that leads to school shootings is doors.

 

Yes, doors.

 

The lieutenant governor of Texas suggested that the big problem at the recent shooting at the Sante Fe High School was too many doors leading into and out of the school. 

 

Doors! Damn, why did I not see that?

 

Of course, maybe there is another cause of school shootings. 

 

“Pornography!” 

 

This insight comes from Rep. Diane Black (R), a 67-year-old running for governor of Tennessee

 

“It’s available on the shelf when you walk in the grocery store. Yeah, you have to reach up to get it, but there’s pornography there. All of this is available without parental guidance. I think that is a big part of the root cause.”

 

I have to wonder what kind of grocery stores do they have in Tennessee. Here in North Carolina, the closest I can come to porn in a grocery store is Cosmopolitan with covers proclaiming 57 guaranteed ways to mind blowing orgasms.

 

Not only not identifying which grocery stores actually sell porn, Black also didn’t clarify what it is about porn that she thinks is leading to school massacres.

 

I will say that when I was in high school, a lack of consistent access to quality porn left me feeling very stressed. I’m not saying I was prone to shoot up my school when I was a teenager but it was probably a good thing I did not have access to a gun. On the other hand, consistent access to quality porn may have left me feeling more chill. 

 

But I might be wrong. Silly me, I think fewer guns will lead to fewer shootings. How stupid could I be to not see that the answer is fewer doors and less porn.

 

Congratulations, kids of America, the problem has been solved and you are safe.

 

Perpetually horny with no easy way to enter and leave the school. But safe. 

 

 

 

 

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CORGIS!!!!!!!!!

Hi there! 

Today is the Tuesday after Memorial Day here in the good ol' U.S. of A.  

I wish i could report that my extended weekend was jam packed with activity but no, not really.  

I mowed the lawn here at he Fortress of Ineptitude Saturday morning which, at my age, was enough to wipe me out for the rest of the day. 

My wife and I finished up Season 1 of Jessica Jones this weekend. We watched Season 2 together first.  My daughter and I caught up to the Halloween episode of Season 2 of Brooklyn 99. On my own, I watched too much Law & Order and I saw the Season 1 finale for Killing Eve (which I may go into more detail about in a later post.)   

Really, not much to report. 

Until next time, remember to be good to one another.   

Memorial Day

In memory of those who paid the ultimate price for America and the ideals of freedom and democracy...

Doctor Who: The Dalek Planet - Part Two

DISCLAIMER: I'm doing this for fun, not profit. This is not officially sanctioned by the BBC and the producers of Doctor Who. 
In case you're wondering, this storyline takes place between Episode 4 ("Knock Knock") and Episode 5 ("Oxygen") of Series 10. 



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The Dalek Planetby David Long Episode Two

Scene opens: the surface of a dimly lit and desolate planet, a place caught in perpetual twilight. Dark craggy rocks and mountains line the horizon. In a flat clearing stands the TARDIS. Standing just outside the TARDIS is the Doctor along with Bill and Nardole behind him. Surrounding them is a big bunch of Daleks. One Dalek is projecting a holographic image of outer space showing a Dalek the size of a planet. 

Dalek 2: The Doctor is required.

Dalek 3: To eliminate the Dalek Planet.

The Doctor stares at the Daleks.

The Doctor: Hmph! The answer is still no! As far as I’m concerned, this “Dalek Planet” <the Doctor does air quotes> is your problem, not mine. Bill, Nardole, we are leaving.

 As the Doctor turns back towards the TARDIS, the Daleks swivel their eyestalks at each other.

Dalek 1: Doctor!

The Doctor (exasperated): Oh what now?

Dalek 1: We are… prepared…

 

The Doctor shrugs.

 

The Doctor: Prepared? Prepared to do…. What?

 

Dalek 1: We are… prepared… to negotiate. 

 

The Doctor: What?! 

 

Dalek 2: Negotiate!

 

Dalek 3: Negotiate!

 

Daleks (collectively): Negotiate! Negotiate! Negotiate!

 

Bill: Negotiate?

 

Nardole: OK, I did not see that coming.

 

The Doctor: Neither did I, Nardole. Neither did I.

 

The Daleks fall silent. 

 

The Doctor: Negotiate? Really?

 

The Daleks remain still and silent.   

 

The Doctor: Do you even comprehend what that means?  

 

The Daleks turn and waggle their eye stalks a bit at each other.

The Doctor: I didn't think so.  

 

Dalek 1: The Doctor is required to destroy the Dalek Planet.

 

Bill: Why?

 

Dalek 2: The Doctor is required to destroy the Dalek Planet.

 

Bill: But… why?

 

The Doctor: Because they can’t do it themselves. Davros protects himself from his own creations. Programmed into their screaming organic remains or hardwire into their rolling metal coffins, they can’t take action against Davros.

 

Bill: No, not “Why you”. But “Why do it at all?”

 

Nardole: Oy, that is a good question, innit? 

 

The Doctor: The only way the answer to that would be more obvious is if they were wearing red caps with “Make Daleks Great Again” embroidered on the front. They’re scared.

 

Dalek 3: Daleks do not know fear.

 

The Doctor: About this, yes you do, my little rust bucket. The Dalek Planet represents a literally bigger Dalek, a stronger, more powerful, more invincible Dalek. A Dalek superior to… you. 

 

Bill: You told me about the Daleks. They’re whole deal is they think they’re superior to everything, right?

 

The Doctor: You’ve got that right, Bill. 

 

Bill: So this “Dalek Planet”, compared to that, they would be….

 

Nardole: Inferior.

 

The Doctor (smiling): Yes. Inferior. 

 

Dalek 4: The Doctor is required to destroy the Dalek Planet.

 

The Doctor: That’s your problem. Not mine. Bill, Nardole, back in the TARDIS.  

 

Bill and Nardole enter the TARDIS. 

 

Dalek 1: The Doctor is required to-

 

The Doctor: NO! I’m going to leave you here, quivering inside your cold metal prisons, alone and afraid, exisiting with the new and brutal knowledge of your inferiority. Look around you. This planet… is now your hell. And I leave you to it. 

 

The Doctor disappears inside the TARDIS as the doors slam shut. Then the TARDIS comes to life, glowing and fading.

 

VWORP!

VWORP!

VWORP!

 

And the TARDIS fades from view. Left along on this desolate planet, the Daleks turn as they’re eyestalks look to each other in silence.

 

And we fade to black. 

 

SCENE OPENS: interior of the TARDIS, the console room. The Doctor is pacing about the console, grumpily flipping switches.  Over to the side, Bill and Nardole watch cautiously.

Bill: Nardole, I know there's still a lot of stuff I'm still learning but these... Daleks.

Nardole: They're a nasty business, Miss Potts.

Bill: Yeah, I get that. And I get why the Doctor would not want to help them...

Nardole: Yeah, they've hurt him a lot. Especially the Time War...

Bill: But a Dalek the size of a world? Helping the Daleks or not, seems that would still be something that needs to be stopped.

The Doctor: You know,  I can hear you, right? But it is a good question, Bill. I'm not sure it needs to be stopped because.... well, if such a thing exists, it would be impossible to start.

Nardole: Impossible?

The Doctor: Well, in an infinite universe of infinite possibilities, maybe not "impossible" but not bloody likely. 

Bill: Why?

The Doctor: A Dalek is more than those metal shells you see. Inside each one of those... tanks is an organic core. A living being, if you can call it living. A Dalek organic core capable of propelling a metal shell the size of a world would be....

Bill: Impossible?

The Doctor: Impractical. The energy need to power the Dalek shell and sustain the life of the organic component would be off the scale... on the level of... of....

The Doctor drifts off as he looks at this hands.

The Doctor: Oh my.

Bill: Doctor? What is it? 

The Doctor: I know.... what Davros was trying to do on Londontowne.

Nardole: He set the planet up for catastrophic system failure.  And you.... You were going to... 

The Doctor: I know. But I didn't. 

Bill: Know what? Didn't do what? Mind looping me in.

The Doctor withdraws the sonic screwdriver from this pocket. 

The Doctor: The anti-entropy algorithm that kept Londontowne in working order had been corrupted and entropy was escalating so much, I hoped I could repair the algorithm but the planet only had a minute left to live. I needed 24 hours to fix the algorithm. So I was going to... trigger my regeneration, use that energy to save Londontowne. 

Bill: Trigger your what now?

 

Nardole: He was going to sacrifice his life.

Bill: You were going to die?

The Doctor: Yes. Well, no. Regeneration... a Time Lord trick for cheating death. It produces a lot of energy.

Bill: But you didn't have to do that. 

The Doctor: No, somehow, instead of 24 hours, the complete corrected algorithm was in my sonic screwdriver in less than 20 seconds. There is no way that should've happened.

Nardole: So how did it?

The Doctor: I don't... I mean, I think I might....

The Doctor shakes his head.

The Doctor: Anyway, I uploaded the repair program and Londontowne was saved. 

Nardole: But if that had not worked and you had to regenerate....

The Doctor: THAT would've given Davros sufficient power to tap into and power up a Dalek Planet.

Bill: But if that didn't work...

The Doctor: I suppose he could try again, to somehow get my regeneration energy.

Nardole: So you should best stay out of this way.

Bill: Could he get this.... regeneration energy, you called it. Could he get from... another Time Lord?

The Doctor: Good point but no. Gallifrey is locked away outside the bounds of the known universe and at the end of time. The Time Lords there are safe. Davros can't get to them. 

Bill: But you left Gallifrey. Are you the only one?

The Doctors: No. Others have left Gallifrey but they're... all dead now.

Nardole: No, Doctor. Not all of them. 

The Doctor: Blast it, Nardole. I hate it when you're right. 

The Doctor throws down the lever.

Bill: What is it? Where are we going?

The Doctor: Back home, Bill.

Nardole: Back to the vault!

SCENE CHANGE: the underground chamber at the university, the location of the mysterious vault. The TARDIS materializes into view.

VWORP!

VWORP!

VWORP!

The doors open, Nardole leading the way exits the box. 

Nardole: Uh oh.

The Doctor and Bill follow.

Bill: Ugh! What hit this place?   

The room is littered with smoldering debris and the entry way to the vault has been destroyed. 

The Doctor: This is definitely not good. The vault...

Nardole: ...is destroyed and...

Nardole steps through the shattered entrance, followed by the Doctor and Bill. Inside is a drawing room with a piano, all battered and destroyed.

Nardole: ...it's empty.  Doctor, she's escaped.

The Doctor: Don't be daft, Nardole. She didn't escape. She was taken. 

Bill: She? Who?

The Doctor: A Time Lord, Bill. Like me. And now, Davros has her.  Which means Davros as the power to launch his Dalek Planet. 

----------------------To be continued----------------------

Next week, the Dalek Planet Lives Again...For the First Time?

Episode three posts next Sunday.