DAVID'S PLACE:

Who has the balls to stand up to ex-president Donald J. Trump and his followers? Impeachment trial number two is coming up shortly. The facts will be presented again that this degenerate dog Donald Trump incited a riot. Every politician and person who is not brainwashed by Trump knows that he is guilty of causing the death and destruction that took place when he instigated his followers to attack the United States capital. Most Republican senators and other Trump supporters know beyond any question that Trump was responsible for the January 6, 2021 chaos and death in the capital riot. Yet, those who know Trump understand that he is a sleazy,  criminal,  scum bag and con man but they have continued defending him anyway since 2016 and before.  That is nauseating but true of these morally defunct sub-humans who care only about power.  It is forever shameful for those cowardly political whores who have kept Trumps bullshit con game going. They should rot.  They...

  Who has balls?  Balls used to be a source of pride and honor for anyone. Balls means marching into the jaws of fear and doing what you should or what you must do regardless of the consequences. Every person knows the feeling of fear. It is that sick, stomach rolling, feeling that grips your body because of the fear of doing something dangerous, scary, intimidating, or anything else that is frightening to do.  Having balls or no balls can be about either a physical or mental problem.  Some have an easier time finding balls and others are ferociously terrified. The feeling one has is not about how one feels.  Balls is only about what a person does in the moment of truth. It is all about fight or flight. Whether it is speaking truth to power or fighting with fists in the street, or facing sickness bravely, or telling off your boss, or anything else that requires that scary walk through the wall of fear it is all about the same thing. Balls. Balls is bal...

Updated September 17, 2023 The adrenaline, the euphoria, the joy of knowing you will be in action is enough to inspire any gambler to gamble again and again  no matter how much they have lost. I am not just talking about lost money. I am talking about lost health, family, and friends. About losing everything that matters. I gambled for over 60 years and lost it all. In the last 14 years I have quit gambling and slowly rebuilt my life. Yet, I continue to long for my greatest friend and unconditional lover.  Gambling. Now, I am no longer owned by that urge. I own it. But, I only own it only day at a time. So, I stay on guard and keep working with other compulsive gamblers continually or I know I am doomed. Each day I commit to not gambling that day and to get to the next day without making a bet. Compulsive gambling is an incurable, lifelong disease.That is the bad news. The good  news is the condition can be arrested. You can stop. It's not easy but it's much better...

  It's computer dummy heaven today. I just figured out how to fix my laptop all alone. It only required batteries but normally I would not have been able to even find where the batteries go. My new OCD mindfulness gave me a bonus. I am a 72 year old geezer but giddy as if I had just stole my first high school kiss. A fortunate life has been my blessing. But, as my mother used to say "your worst enemy cannot do to you what you can do to yourself." What a merciless self assaulter I have been. We are talking mentally, The pain from a broken brain is ferocious. I remember trying to lay my dead tired eight year old body in bed and go to sleep but I couldn't. The pillow would not line up to my satisfaction with a thin line on the headboard. So, I would keep popping up out of bed like a jumping jack for hours on end trying to line up the pillow exactly the way I wanted it. I would finally just flop into the bed drenched in sweat and pass out because my little body was so exh...