DAVID'S PLACE:

WTF is this thing between Putin and Trump? What does Putin have over Trump that makes chickenshit Donnie refuse to even say anything bad about Putin and Russia? Trump has the biggest, stupidest mouth about every idiotic subject put before him. He seems to be a learning disabled total dope. But, he craps in his depends when the Kremlin comes up. He is silent.  He cannot keep his thoughts or strategy together for more then an hour about anything it seems. Yet, he surely pisses in his pants when Russia or Putin are mentioned.  Why doesn't he get up there on his bully pulpit and say "Hey Putin, hey Russia, go f-k yourselves. I am not afraid of you. I know that you made me President and got the Douchebank bank to lend me all my money but I don't care. You are stiffed. Just like most of the other people I have done business with.  So stick it up your asses Putin and Russia. I' ain't paying you shit. Sue me!

Long ago, I was sitting in my office in a high rise building. It was a modern structure that presumably had excellent systems including reliable ventilation systems.  That is what I was told when I signed the lease. One summer day I entered the office and it seemed too hot. I checked the vents and no air was blowing out. I called the building office and reported the problem. The call taker apologized and said it would be fixed soon. A maintenance person would be coming up.  I have severe obsessive compulsive disorder (ocd). I started fixating on the glass entry door waiting impatiently for the maintenance person who did not appear after fifteen minutes. So, after an hour of being more and more preoccupied and watching for the door to open with the, maintenance person my familiar high anxiety set in. I felt hotter and hotter and started to sweat profusely. I became unable to think about or focus on the abundance of things that I needed to pay address to in my very busy lega...

Obsessive, compulsive disorder is a brutal mental illness which affects a very small part of the population.  In the US, about 1.1% of the people have it and it is evenly split between males and females. Over 2.2 million individuals are afflicted.  It is so simple to understand but brutally hard to deal with. The entire condition is based on thoughts.  Just thoughts.  So think different thoughts you say and you are cured.?  Ha-ha !! No. No. No. Don't forget, just because you resolve one OCD symptom you do not get rid of the entire disorder. So, the trick is to learn how to deal with your OCD by not acting out in all the goofy ways you do now.  Acting out does not work. I am now having an urge to call someone on the phone which would likely create a problem. At minimum, it would start an OCD cycle where I would have to start calling and calling trying to get my problem with this person resolved. The problem is I have no real problem with him. The problem is ...

Exactly forty two more torturous minutes until he got satisfaction. He obsessively kept looking at the time on his little television screen.  Then, three Big Macs, four bags of burned French fries, and two extra large sodas, with three chunky chocolate chip cookies, would be arriving.  His small, smelly, solitary cell sat alone in a corner in the bowels of the prison. He could not be allowed nor did he want to be in the general population.  He was too hated for destroying the country. He would be easy, high value, desirable prey. Two different, muscular, serious men in suits would make each food delivery three times a day, everyday, without comment. The men would return exactly thirty minutes after each feeding to take away the always empty, sloppily, crunched up garbage.    The waiting was excruciating for the man they named the monster.  The monster nickname was an oxymoron.  The other prisoners knew him to be a physical coward from the few time...

He sat alone at the table built only for him. He is the man they call the monster. No one is allowed to get within six feet of him. Inmates filled the air with vicious insults. They hate him. The monster kept his face down and grabbed food with both hands, stuffing his mouth and gulping diet sodas. Oblivious. Four men in suits guarded him. Always. He was served only junk food as he wished. He ate and drank like a hungry animal. Eating was his only joy. He did nothing else. No one was envious. He had ruined America.

Truth  by  David Stein He quietly dialed the stored numbers of the heads of major US news outlets.  It was 3am Tuesday in Washington.  The same words were said to each startled person with no greetings or apology. “It's the President.”  The voice was unmistakable to the thirty people called from the oversized, greasy, black cell phone. He ordered each of them to attend an emergency press conference at the White House West Wing at exactly 12pm later that day.   Each call ended with the words “no questions” and an abrupt hang up.  He then called key cabinet members and instructed them to come to the noon conference with the stern admonition “no questions”.  Finally, he called Chief of Staff, Jack King, his oldest, most loyal confidant and only real friend in his 75 years of privileged existence.  He directed him, without hesitation, to have the outdoor West Wing set up for “a big crowd” of reporters and others that would be attending the “...