TRUMP IS THE BULLY WHO IS LOWER THAN WHALE SHIT

Donald Trump called Stormy Daniels "horseface". So big deal! Who cares? Is that an official act of misconduct by Trump? She nicknamed Trump "tiny" an amusing reference to Trumps penis. Again, I say. So what? People can make demeaning comments if they want to. This is still America. 

In fact, Trump deserves huge doses of his own insulting, demeaning, sexist, and mean spirited medicine. Why don't people who are offended by Trump get real nasty with the creep? He is a chickenshit, nothing burger who deserves to be treated like the low life he is. He is lower than whale shit, the lowest form of waste in the universe.

Meanwhile, a question remains for all who must oppose Trump?  How do you stand up to Trump's bullying style? People must learn how to fight him because he represents so many bad candidates and objectives that cannot prevail. 

Taking the high road when combating him by using logic, reason or any form of civility is useless.   
He is an irrational crazy, wild, mindless animal immune to logical thinking who only knows how to attack to get what he wants. 

So, you go head on with Trump. He is not very smart. He seems close to being illiterate.
When any person, anytime, anywhere is bullied by Trump he should be fought in a dirty, ferocious, relentless way. Those are his tactics which have worked beautifully. Anyone who opposes him about anything better understand that reality. 

    
Trump is an immature, ignorant, abusive man-child having the mentality of a nine year old with arrested development always ready to bully anyone who will take his rhetorical crap. But, he is dangerous. Trashing him with guttural tactics is the only answer for one who must battle Trump politically.. 

Consider the people he avoids taunting and usually doesn't even mention. Strongmen. Putin, Kim Jung Un,  Robert Mueller, They scare him. Any bully instinctively knows who to stay away from. Trump is such a chickenshit he won't even fire anyone face to face. 

He was so scared in Helsinki standing next to Russian dictator Vladimir Putin he could hardly open his mouth to this KGB killer and  our mortal enemy. He couldn't tell him to stop meddling in our elections as was planned. I thought  In fact, I thought would see Donnie's pee trickling onto the floor.

As for all those losers who ran against Trump in the 2016 Republican nominations they did not have a clue on how to deal with bully Trump. Ted Cruz, Jeb Bush, Marco Rubio, John Kasich were not babes in the woods or newcomers to smash mouth politics. But, Trump ran over them like a fullback runs over weak defenders. He had no fear of any of them. He knew they were all afraid of his ability to talk trash to people who wanted to hear trash talk.

 Those contenders were psychologically unprepared to take on a fast talking con man like Trump who knows instinctively how to hustle the crowds. Good hustlers pick up on people quickly and know how to play them for however they need to. Money, votes, sex, or whatever. Trump understands that. "Lock her up" and the rest of Trumps platform was a stroke of genius. He ran with it.

.Trump took all his contenders into the gutter in his unfiltered, ferocious, unfiltered style nicknames and language they could not compete against. None of those guys had the sense to get in his face. They should have remembered what they learned in the playground. They should have gone low and scared Trump away.  

In fact, I think Hillary Clinton blew the 2016 election by allowing Trump to bully her on stage when they were both debating in front of the country. Trump hoovered around her and intimidated the shit out of fragile Hillary.  
When Trump was breathing down her neck while she was trying to speak she should have stopped talking, pointed her finger in his face while telling him to back off. If he would not back off she should have screamed at him until he did. He would have. 

He was supposedly too uncivilized for his supposedly civilized opponents and voters. He violated all the established standards of behavior for a candidate. Then he won the 2016 Presidential election.

 Now, think about the history of people we know of  who had to become radical, rebellious, irrational, audacious, and seemingly insane to find their audience.

  A few are Rush Limbaugh, Richard Pryor, Howard Stern, George Carlin, Bill Maher, Sarah Palin,  They ended up  phenomenally successful only because of their uninhibited, unconventional and many times grotesque styles of appealing to the audience.

If they all were not willing to say and do things which were very offensive and off color and intended to shock and offend their audience they likely would never had become supremely successful.

When people are willing to go to any length to get attention sometimes they get away with amazing shockingly improper behavior. . 

Trump used his naturally charismatic style which  all good con men innately have in playing to his audiences. He new that normal behavior would never win the election. He knew his limitations. 

What he did not know but soon learned was that there was a universe of disenchanted people out there who were waiting for a lunatic like Trump to come along and lead them against the forces the hate. It was kind of l like long ago when many of us were waiting for someone to come along to protest the evil Vietnam war. We didn't know we were but we knew it when it happened. It was right.

First the old establishment school thought that violent punishment against protesters would work to stop them.. Then, the President had to refuse to run again because the anger about the war had caught on. People were joyous that there was organized opposition to a bad war. 

Same principle with Trump only one big difference. The Vietnam protesters were sane and right in their cause.They fought against for a worthy cause. Peace

Trump does not want a peaceful nation. He is insane and wrong about what he wants to do to this nation. He wants to use his spoiled brat bully tactics to bring down the whole world just for his personal shits and giggles.  He wants a fascist regime because he is incapable of following anyone else. He needs the entire spotlight. He has no purpose because he is not trying to accomplish anything but just keeping the game going. He is the ultimate baby screaming for attention.  His rattle is his floating cabinet and appointees.He just wants to keep bullying most of the country as he has. 

 Does anyone think Trump really cares whether he is a Republican or Democrat? No. Do you think he cares about immigration? No.  All he cares about is making money, not going to jail, and keeping his flimsy base intact. 

Go out and vote in the mid terms so hes has no more power. If he loses the House he is finished.

COMPULSIVE GAMBLER TELLS HIS STORY

Back in 1947 my Mom and Dad had sex. I was the result and now I sit in my a little apartment almost 70 years later barely surviving. What a remarkable unforced error that act of love created.

I have had a life filled with  many wonderful benefits that most can only dream of. Yet, I have screwed it all up.

I was born into a family where there were already two older brothers twelve and thirteen years my seniors. Then, when I was only twelve daddy suddenly dropped dead leaving my two older brothers in charge of a very profitable family business which they already had been working in. My mom, myself, and the two brothers all were willed equal parts of the business with my end being entrusted to my mom till I was twenty five..

I was not a normal kid at all. I hated school and was always in trouble. I was not a bad boy just a clown and a spoiled brat. I did not care about school unlike my group of upper middle class friends who mostly went on to become lawyers and doctors. I continually flunked courses and barely graduated on time. I only cared about playing ball and gambling.

 I developed a pathological taste for gambling the first time I ever felt the rush of it. Gambling instantly became and continued to be my greatest love. That has a lot to do with why I am severely depressed, alone, and lonely most of the time.  I lost my mental health along with a fortune  Thanks to a wealthy family and a rich lover who now treats me as her child I survive nicely.

 I was about eleven when I started playing poker with my little friends. I almost always lost because I was a compulsive gambler from the get go. I was also a terrible gambler. I could not ever stop playing until I lost all my money.  I bet on horses, craps, roulette, blackjack, and sports. I gambled at everything I could .Even among other gamblers I was regarded as a chump.

 I finally surrendered to my powerlessness over gambling, quit, and started going to Gamblers Anonymous about nine years ago. I have not made a bet since 2009. Stopping gambling is my shining accomplishment of a mostly wasted life.

 Compulsive. gambling is the hardest addiction to give up. I know. I have also been addicted to cocaine, pot, alcohol, sex and overeating.. Gambling is the toughest and cruelest addiction. It is a silent destroyer.. If you refuse to stop gambling you end up insane, in jail, or dead without anyone ever knowing. The compulsive gambler must get help. One cannot stop permanantly on their own..

I never had any reservations about losing all my money because my rich mom could never say no to refilling my empty pockets after my desperate marathon crying sessions to her.. She bailed me out of debt time after time for years.

 When I was about twenty three I went into the family business .I was given a fat salary, a car, a nice office, insurance and they even paid my taxes. I should have been set for life.

 My middle brother Lou who I idolized forever because of his brains, athletic ability, popularity,  physical toughness, and total coolness set me up as a important employee. With a wave of his hand and an introduction to the gigantic staff I was a new family member to be respected.  Lou set it up so that I had all the amenities of an important businessman at my fingertips. Lou wanted me to feel good so I would be happy and make the business lots of money.

He had become my second father as soon as my dad died. Lou was always the brains of the growing and continually more successful family business.

Lou has been the ultimate perfect person to me as long as I have been alive. He loved me so much when I was a little kid and took me with him everywhere. He was a great athlete, a good looking very popular guy and smart as a whip. I idolized him. He has always been my hero. He has also always intimidated me brutally just by his presence. But, I have been trying to get his respect me entire life. He is superman to me.

 He was a great golfer and very early on made me feel that manhood and golf were synonomous. I would stand and sweat as I stood the in the tee box as he watched me dribble out one pathetic shot after another every year on my birthday when he would take me out to play. I would wait for that one day all year and then play like crap. I cannot put in words my self loathing for being incapable of hitting the ball well around him..

 I just froze as he watched me in the box. I would want to puke my guts up and throw a tantrum because of the frustration I felt walking down fairway after fairway while playing like crap. Lou never commented as I fumbled around the course.. His silent acceptance of my inability made it worse. Ironically, I was actually a very good golfer away frome his presence.
 
Lou knew I was a gambler.  He was a gambler too but not compulsive gambler like I am. I made no secret of my gambling. I was constantly telling Lou war stories of my gambling exploits. He was indifferent not knowing how sick of a gambler I really was and how much money I had been getting from my mom to cover debts and gamble with..

Mom finally busted me. She had run out of patience with my episodes of nagging and crying for cash. She explained to Lou how much of a degenerate I was. I had gone through $350,000 of her money in a few years.. I was only twenty four and also making a good salary and totally broke and in heavy debt.

Lou walked into my office, leaned over my desk and hit me in the mouth without saying a word. I fell out of my chair bleeding and looked up at him. He said "I just talked to mom"

He wrapped his his hand  around my neck and screamed that I would be fired from my cushy, no brainer, very well paid sales job in the family business and never get a dime of the equity I was going to inherit if he ever heard of me gambling again.

Then, he said the worst thing he had ever said to me. He told me that he was giving up on me forever.  He screamed that I was on my own and never look to him for anything. "We're finished", he screamed as I shook.  He spoke words I dreaded but hoped never would be spoken to me. He said that I had been a failure in everything my whole life. He said he thought I would straighten out after coming into the family business but that he was wrong.

I did not know my ownership of the business could not lawfully be confiscated.. I believed he could do anything he said he could.  I also lived for his approval with everything I did. I loved him so. Now, he had defined every fear of his opinion of me. I felt. My self esteem went to zero. I wanted his respect and admiration my whole life. I thought I had lost any chance of getting it back. I decided to try and prove myself anyway. I was determined to become a good employee and a respectable human being.

   I stopped gambling for a day or two. but I could not stay stopped.. I began stealing, lying, embezzling, and doing everything else I could think of to sneakily keep myself in action. I ended up stealing over $200.000 from the business over the next three years. Plus, I owed a fortune to friends and relatives. Also, I had started borrowing from juice men. They were chasing me and I was scared.

I finally confessed to Lou what I had done when I was terrified as the bad guys were chasing me to get paid. He said nothing. He just stared at me with the stare of a person who you are dead to. He only asked how much I owed the juice guys.. He settled with them.  Then, he pointed to the door.and did not say a word as I walked out knowing I was finished..  .

  Jack, the other brother just sat there smiling watching the whole show from his fancy desk.. Jack had always hated me and bullied me my entire life until one fateful day when he tried to intimidate me and I responded by smacking him in his big nose. From then on we never spoke in any form for the rest of his eighty two years.

He had ridden Lous coat tails his entire life..  He had gotten rich because of Lou. Jack and his family acted like Jack had made his millions with his own brains.  He was actually just window dressing who had been born right. He knew that I knew he was a fraud and I reminded him with many sarcastic remarks.

Lou was stuck with him but he never demeaned or embarrassed him because Lou did not need to do that. He was too classy.  His ego was solid as a rock as it should have been. Everyone knew that Jack would be selling shoes part time and need 10 other jobs just to make ends meet if not for Lous brains.

Everyone except Jack's three kids and loud mouth wife knew he was a\just putz.. He was in the business only because of his inheritance but his role was to do simple things only and to be quiet and be happy to live under Lou"s leadership. It always remained a mystery to myself and many others  that Lou did not figure a way to get Jack out of the business. But Lou accepted Jack as his fate.

I drove a cab, did some od jobs, and kept trying to make a score gambling with whatever money I could find. A few years passed.

Then, one night I met Julie, the girl of my dreams. I soon realized that I wanted a normal life. A few weeks after meeting Julie I walked back into the family bnusiness and into Lous office. He never looked up at me. "What?"he asked quietly. " I would like you to give me a chance and give me my job back" He stayed silent. "Please, I muttered. "I'm in love" "I need another chance" He said quietly "Go sit down and go to work". I loved him more then ever. "OK" I blurted out smiling widely. He still had not looked at me. I again believed I could make everything right with him,with Julie, and make a life. But, I still love gambling more the anything including myself.

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