Donald J Trump wants his finger on the nuclear button.  How do we know he’s not going to shoot down migrating swallows thinking it’s a North Korea attack.

I worry about that because he knows diddle squat.

Duh, the debate schedule was set up over a year ago.

Waawaaaawaaa.  And they even put it on twitter, which is also where Trump gets his foreign policy ideas.

A Ten and a Zero (also their dress sizes)

The woman on the Right is a naturalized citizen who, once she emigrated from her native Slovenia, took a job no American is willing to do – bearing Donald Trump’s spawn.  She has not been seen since plagiarizing Michelle Obama’s speech in honor of Barack to extol her last H-1B sponsor and current husband, a cretinous Orange-a-Tan.  Her fake resume website claiming a degree in “architecture and design” has also disappeared from public view.

The woman on the Left is my Congresswoman from Ohio’s Third District, whom I am proud to have voted for every time I’ve seen her name on a ballot.  She has a Masters in Psychology, sits on the Financial Services Committee in the US House of Representatives, and knows how to dial plagiarism up to “Fierce!”

Joyce Beatty, you ROCK!

With apologies and love to C. Dickens, Esq:

It was Hillary’s best of times; it was Trump’s worst of times. It was the age of wisdom of years of service; it was the age of foolishness of a wasted life. It was the epoch of belief in each other and our country; it was the epoch of the incredulity of otherwise credulous cretins. It was the season of beaming Light to the world; it was the season of fearing Darkness from the world. It was the spring of continued hope; it was the climate-denying winter of despair. We had everything before us; we had nothing before us because our greatness was behind us. We were all going direct to Heaven, led by a North Carolina preacher; we were all going direct the other way, taken there by a demon with imp’s hands.

Donald Trump looks at the world and sees enemies to flee, allies to flout, patsies to fleece and strong men to flatter. His convention reflected that, offering a way out of a dark labyrinth of terror that exists only in the fevered brains of a dwindling minority of cranks looking to regain the hegemony that chance and circumstance had devolved upon authoritarian white males through centuries of dungeon, fire and sword.

But in spite of dungeon, fire and sword, Hillary’s convention extolled the Faith of our Mothers and our Fathers, the creed that was written – to borrow a phrase – into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a Nation. “All folks are created equal,” she seemed to say, “let us show you.”

Yes, we can.

After the myopic, dystopic, frantic and frenetic Republican worldview on display in Trump’s Cleveland cacophony, the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia was a soothing and soaring symphony. Early disunity and the Debbie Wasserman Schultz kerfuffle could almost have been scripted, as they provided a jarring contrapuntal chord to start the piece. But harmonious moments through all four movements of the four nights, with only brief callbacks from hecklers in the vomitorium, made a decidedly prose candidate seem like Euterpe, the Muse of music, so that even her typically prosaic, cough-punctuated speech transcended her creaky voice to become a noble crescendo with depth, gravitas and the power to make walls come a-tumblin’ down.

Kudos to whomever designed this convention. As in every other aspect of this campaign, it showed how a professional, prepared candidacy can out-think, outmaneuver, and outfight a loud-mouthed palooka with a weak left, a slow right and an orange, glass jaw. Hillary and the Democrats hit him with Left uppercuts, Right hooks and jabs from the Center. Trump got worked in his corner, her corner, and the center of the ring.   He never laid a glove on her, but he did manage to stop most of her punches with his face.

This is more than a tale of two conventions, however.   We have now set the foundation for the remaining hundred days to this campaign, as well as the next four years of American history. The word has gone forth; there is a new philosophy in America, for a new American Century, and it is this: in a world beset by strife, in a nation benighted by indifference, in an election bedeviled by rage…

Love. Trumps. Hate.

My friend Deb is seriously worried about Melania Trump.  She’s turned up not up.  Poof!  Gone!

Melania used to have a fancy pants website, touting her beauty and her brains.  It’s gone.  Poof!

It used to look like this —

But now it’s been redirected to go to Trump’s website.

It seems that Melania may not have the college degree she’s been boasting about.

But, here’s the deal – has anybody actually seen Melania?  I mean, is she living in Moscow until this blows over?  What has Trump done with her?

We want to see the tax returns and Melania.

Thanks to Deb for heads up.

So, please do your part to make sure that Donald Trump knows this:

President Obama’s prime time speech lifted the Democratic convention to its third straight night of ratings wins over the Republican convention last week — and now the Trump campaign is exhorting supporters not to watch the Democrats’ final night.

Overnight Nielsen ratings indicate that Wednesday night’s DNC viewership was about 15% higher than last Wednesday night’s coverage of the RNC.

I do need to be honest and let you know that Nilsen ratings do not included live streaming, on demand video viewing, PBS, or C-SPAN.  You know, things that old white men could not operate on a bet.  So, that means the numbers are even higher for Democrats.

Trump spent a week touting his numbers so tonight’s number are the most important.  If Hillary beats him personally tonight, Trump’s “hands” get smaller.