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The Trumphs all seem to be little people.

Small talk.

Smaller thinking.

It's like listening to the talk at the kids dinner table.

Steve Bannon shook his rattle at CPAC yesterday. Bluster.These are not the philosophic Republicans. Those have run in the other direction.

They are thugs who have been hanging on.

God help us, this is their moment.

So the Congress went home for recess and now find themselves being schooled by irate constituents.

The videos are quite entertaining.

I predicted something like this.

A huge wake up call for the trumpfters!

How long did it take, huh?

The great unraveling.

Goldilocks has gotten his hair messed up.

Several times now.

The security guru Flynn has to step down and it apparently has taken weeks for Donald to admit he was wrong.

Pride goeth before a fall.

And he/they are tripping all over the place.

This is being written on my iPhone. It's like walking a tightrope. All my bigger machines have failed me. Almost a cosmic message. Actually not as difficult as I would have expected what with the spell help. I like the iPhone a lot,using it for all my internet life. At this point so far it is OK. No plans to go spend 2000 bucks. It is a kind of phasing out the cyber and bringing in sits in the sunshine. Aaaaaah. Nice.

Why does Mike Pence always look as if there is a poker up his ass?

That tight lipped half smile. The sure sign of a sorely repressed man.

Probably needs a little rough sex.

Chances equals zero.

The tone of news coverage has descended with the arrival of the Trumps in Washington.

Speculation that The Donald sits around alone in the White House at night watching himself on the teevee in his bathrobe enraged him.

Dignity questioned.

It's hilarious. The image. Picking at his feet and eating Cheerios out of the box.

As a genuine hillbilly I can identify.

We are in Clampett county here.

Look. This guy is hardly civilized. What can we expect?

Scary though.

My head-throat-chest cold is pretty much over.

Reaction to happy partying and good times.

Life's system of checks and balances.

Now we have rain on the menu. The drought is over.

I have a headache from the trumpfs. They sure suck the air out of the room. I have to believe they had no expectations of governing. A goat fuck.

I hope to do better than call names as I regain my health. But in the meantime goats will have to serve.

My cake said 80 is the new 70.

Or was it the other way around?

I am still,in a post birthday hangover. A great family time. Everyone came to play. Kids, grandkids and partners.

All the way from Australia and Massachusetts.

I have a cold in my head but my heart is warmed.