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Google Blogger Sucks Like Trump Sucks

  Blogger blogspot sucks. No matter how much I write, no matter what the subject is I cannot draw traffic. I have several hundred articles of all types. Lately, they are expressions of my outrage at stinking, lowlife ,  crooked, nauseating Donald Trump. You would think some people out there would click on my blog.

I blame Google. This Blogger blog is useless. It’s loaded with all kinds of crap that is useless for an old timer like me. My writing is very good.  Yet, Google sends no traffic. Read it please

Trump Blows His Life And Liberty

 You  did it Trump. You blew your dads 400 million $ inheritance and you even managed to get yourself in big time legal trouble with the Dept, of Justice chasing you. Also, you have the State of New York attempting to put the Trump organization out of business. Nice job Donald. You are a total dummy like your dad always thought.

To make matters worse three of your kids who worked for you are also in big legal trouble because of your stupidity.

Donald, you are a disgusting, miserable, loudmouth spoiled brat who is getting what you deserve? 

Would you prefer the top or bottom bunk in your jail cell?

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 I am a 74 year old knowledgeable and empathetic guy who is easy to talk to. I have successfully dealt with obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD), compulsive gambling, and other neurotic disorders for almost my whole life. 

Through my struggles I have learned that talking to others has been my key to relief and recovery. There is no substitute for a sympathetic ear from one who has been there. 

I can be helpful to some who are troubled by depression, loneliness, anxiety, and other psychological miseries. I, too, am damaged goods who has been greatly helped by empathetic others who understand addiction.

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I am here only for healthy discussion.  

The first conversation is free. 

After that, we may agree to a small fee for 20-60 minute talks 

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TALK TO MAX.

I’m a 74 year old retired, healthy, and  very experienced and sensitive guy who is easy to talk to. I’ve overcome drug, gambling,  OCD, and other addictions and  mental illnesses.  I will be in recovery for the rest of my life. 

I have gained a great deal  of knowledge through my own struggles with inner torment. I’ve learned that talking to others who desperately need  a friend who can understand is the key to relief  for at least for a little while.

I am only interested in people who are troubled by loneliness, depression, high anxiety, and the miseries of family, jobs, and despair. I only want to talk to suffering neurotic folks and not to people who need more than just  a friend to talk to.

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 Others, but please get professional help.

I may be able to offer comfort and wisdom  to some because I too am damaged goods who is looking to fulfill my own life by talking to you.

I will not get into sex talk, porno, or deal with  off the wall lunatics.. This is not about strung out people who need more than just a friend. I am about understanding and kindness mixed with straight talk.

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David's Place: TRUMPS SECRET CONFESSION

David's Place: TRUMPS SECRET CONFESSION: by RONALD STERN He quietly dialed the stored numbers of the heads of major US news outlets.  It was 3am Tuesday in Washington.   The same wo...

Cop and Hooker THE COP AND THE HOOKER

 Gus rolled up to the curb of the first floor apartment at the dilapidated three story building located in Chicago's west side ghetto. He immediately saw the problem. Down the dimly lit pathway by the front door were two screaming African American males. One was a young gang  

banger,maybe a Crypt, considering his dress and hair.   

 

His body was coiled with a closed fist and he was ready to attack the guy who stood a few feet away. The older dude 

was a broken down, skinny, and and had a long, wiry beard. He most likely was a junkie from his appearance. 

He looked like no match for this raging bull.  

Gus jumped out of his unmarked car and started running quickly towards the men as he screamed into his radio "4212 S. Troop. Officer needs assistance."  

He felt this was going to get very violent. It did with the kid punching the old man square in the face knocking him down.  

Gus barked at the men "police. stop." The younger guy looked at Gus and ignored his warning. 

The older man was putting his hands in front of his face trying to defend against this kid who was rearing back to kick him as he lay on the ground.      

Gus was now sprinting and just  

a few feet from the combatants with his badge swinging around his neck and his flashlight and radio in his hands. 

He yelled again “police” “police” “stop” as harshly as he could.

The young guy looked too crazed to hold himself back for any reason as he stood over the guy. "Hands up" Gus blurted out trying again uselessly to avoid more violence. 

The kids wild, wide eyes and bulging neck clearly told Gus he was going all in at the old man. No stopping him with words. This raging bull still badly wanted to get at the old dude.

The sickening sound of cracking bone against flesh rang out as the kids shoe connected with the guys face. The old guy was helplessly sprawled out bleeding in the dirty pathway. He was still semi-conscious. 

Gus noticed there was a dangerous bulge in the old mans waist where there was likely a gun,   

Gus moved a few feet the wild kid. The kid had pulled his leg back to kick the guy again but held up looking down and seemingly not wanting to hurt the guy any further.

"Stop" Gus screamed grabbing his arm "or you're going to jail."

"Come on motherfucker!" the punk shouted, backing up and     

turning his attention to Gus. He then pumped his foot out and  tried to kick Gus in the nuts as Gus came at him. 

The punk almost got Gus in the nuts but not quite.

Gus caught the punk's ankle with his quick, strong hands. He pulled the kids

leg and ran him backwards into the brick wall behind him. His head cracked open like an egg.   

The punk slumped against the wall on the ground stunned. Gus watched with surprise as the boy gathered his energy, stood up, regained his balance and prepared for another run at him. The wild boy sprang forward grunting like an enraged animal and put his head down bull-rushing Gus.  

  

Gus stepped to the side and with a mighty upper cut smashed the lead barrel of his flashlight into the face of this maniac whose nose and lips exploded into torrents of blood.

 The punk grabbed his head, screaming out in pain as he went onto onto his knees. He bellowed in agony as his blood gushed out onto the pavement. 

Gus stood over the kid, hoping for no more fighting, but ready to bang him again. Fortunately, the punk was finished. He stayed on his knees still conscious and pulled off his t-shirt   

soaking up the blood with his t-shirt. 

Gus could see the kid was not hurt badly. Just bleeding like a pig. 

He cuffed him and told him to stay on the ground.

He looked back at the street thinking what the fuck is going on here. It's been like fifteen minutes. The cavalry should have been here. "Lazy jag offs," he muttered. They don't give a shit unless it's they're ass.”

He looked down at the old man who he cuffed but conscious and moving and said “stay there.” 

Gus called for medics medics who checked both guys vitals, put some disinfectant and gauze on them and told Gus they did not need to go to the hospital.   

Finally, four cops ran up thru the pathway, handcuffs clinking and flash lights illuminating the area. Their voices cracked profane, cop talk at the two offenders.

“Drag both of them to the steps by the house and sit them down after you search em” said an angry Gus. Check them out. Check the older guy for a gun. The young guy too.”

"What a bunch of assholes you are," Gus yelled at all four cops.”

The sergeant said "Sorry Gus."  

"Sorry my ass," said Gus.  

"I could have gotten buried if that young kid got lucky with me Gus said to the sarge while pointing at raging bull. He decided to fight me after he flattened the old guy over there."

 

“Anyway I had to give the kid a love tap, Gus said disgustedly, "because your men weren't here to assist when he charged me.”  

The sergeant stared at Gus.

"What did you do to him?" said the sarge patronizingly, pointing at the young gang banger who was getting alert.  

He looks like his head went through a meat grinder."

"He wanted to fight," said Gus loudly. The cops knowingly looked at each other seeing how legendary Detective Gus Johnson had earned the respect he received throughout the department.

"Speaking of heads, I needed to see you're guys ugly heads.

You took fucking forever to get here." He looked at the fat, sloppy looking sergeant

who scratched the mustache on his round face guiltily.   

"Great job, Gus," the sergeant said smirking at the guys, playing it off as if he had been part of the fight. He knew he was out of line as soon as he opened his mouth.  

Gus busted him.  

"What's fucking funny, barked Gus?" He did not wait for an answer.

"What happened? Where were you at?"

"I needed you men to get here like right now as if I were your sister getting mugged. Get it? You never know about any call, so you go hard and fast on every call, every time. 

You all remember that, because you forgot again and I won't let it go. That is how cops die.” 

"The reason for being so slow please? Gus questioned sarcastically 

"Was it doughnuts?"  

He was looking at the sergeant.

“Hot dogs," .

 The red faced, sloppy sergeant confessed.

  

"Sorry Gus, he whispered."

Gus told the group what had happened. He knew they were hot to hear the story. He told it. He did not tell it to impress anyone. He told it to help one of them maybe save another cop next time. Whatever. He never bragged. 

"Just a wake up call, guys. Slow back-ups result in dead cops. Police get lazy and other policemen die. I could have been a dead man for no reason. Don't forget that."  

"I ever see one of you late on a back up call again I'll kick your lazy ass. No write ups. Got me? Tell all your partners what I said. Same for them." I hate lazy cops.”

Maybe you'll save someone's life sometime or someone will save yours by showing up quick.”  

I called for back-up as soon as I got here and saw the two were gonna fight. Then, that kid smacked and kicked the old man. 

He pointed to the crazy kid. "He tried to take me out after he busted up out the old guy. He could of hurt him more but decided not to kick him again. He had time.

Maybe he has some goodness in him”? 

  

"The police didn't mean a thing to this asshole. He went for me after I grabbed his arm to get him away from the old guy. He could have had a weapon and I'm gone.  

 "How many minutes ago did you get the call?"

"Fifteen," said the sarge looking at his watch.

"Where were you?"

" At Scariness."

" It should have taken you three to get here.

You would have been here in time for me to stay out of danger. Instead, this happened” as he pointed to the two bloody guys on the steps. 

Just then the medics showed up. They took the vitals of both combatants and bandaged them up. “They'll both be okay' No need to bring them to the hospital. Minor wounds. We;re out of here guys.” 

“Thanks”, said Gus.

"Really sorry, Gus," said the humbled sergeant.

.

Suddenly, a young woman came running down the pathway and screamed, "Don't hurt him." She was obviously the young kids mother.  

She ran to the steps and screamed for someone to tell her what her bloody boy did as she protectively wrapped her arm around his shoulder, moaning "Oh, Henry," making Gus think of Henry's hamburgers, the McDonald's of his childhood.

"I'm alright, mamma." She looked closely at his bandaged head and face. She stroked him gently. "I'm good" he reassured her.

Gus then introduced himself.  

"And you are?" I'm Charlene Johnson and this is my son Henry Johnson."  

Charlene looked hot like fire, a tall woman with a big rack and a hot, slutty face.

Yum, thought Gus. 

Gus was happy with the lust he felt. It had been a while since he got that turned on by anyone. 

She also loved her boy. Gus thought she was kind. That was critical to Gus's unconventional values. Gus had been married and divorced and had an African America twenty four year old boy who was on the Detroit Police Department.

 The other guys stared at Charlene like wide eyed little boys attempting to conceal their horny feelings. She was classy and different.

"What happened? Charlene asked Gus  in a husky voice, recognizing that he was in charge. Street-sense, thought Gus. She knows how to figure out who the boss is out here.

"Tell her, Henry," Gus said with his first grin of the night. Henry was now recovering.

Henry said Charles had come looking for the rent and they had an argument, and then the cops came.  

"Charles do that to you baby?"

"I didn't touch him," Charles snapped. "He hit me. "I came here for the rent you promised Charlene."

"Oh yeah, Charles. That why you're here huh?" said Charlene.

"You didn't drop the money today, Char", he answered.

"Oh, I see. You been getting paid on time every month but tonight you had to come over at 2 am for it? You know I pay your sorry ass the rent always on time.

I know what you really wanted Charles. You wanted to hook me up with some Gold Coast high roller. Never again.”

I am done with this life, I am going back to school bad I have another job, You were an emergency.” I am moving out as soon as I can. Here's the rent” Charlene said extending an envelope to Charles.

Gus was getting fascinated. She's honest he thought.

A quiet Henry now spoke up.

"Why did you do me like that man?" said Henry looking at Gus and sating out those words curiously but not angrily.' Yeah, some goodness in him. thought Gus. 

Before Gus answered, Charlene slapped her sons arm.  

"Shut up Henry. He'll take you to jail. Just shut up.”

"I should," said Gus. He pounded the guy over there badly but he could have done more. He had him down. Your boy here didn't pay any attention to my badge. 

He was crazy. He went at me. I had to settle him down. He's lucky. 

I see promise in him. I thin he will be okay.”

"You're not gonna arrest him are you? 

I know he was defending my honor because of that piece of shit." She pointed at Charles who was hurting but bandaged but clear. 

“He can't have me anymore pimping me out with his Gold Coast freaks. I told him that right Henry.” 

“Yes, you did mama. Then he smacked you.” 

Charlene spoke again obviously wanting to be believed. 

 

“I had a job a good job in computers ago and I'm going back to school and staying straight like I was my whole life until the last two years, I did this because it's big money but it's not worth it. I'm one year away from a college degree. 

I'm signed up and paid to start again in three weeks.”

I was in computer sales for ten years. Then, came Ovid, I got laid off and I got hooked on meth and making fast, ugly money on my looks.”

“Officer, are you going to take Henry to jail. He was defending my honor?”  

“We all have to go to the station to sort this out. Then, we'll see”

"He will behave, officer. Please believe me. This person you see is not Henry.”  

Now, Gus was changing his attitude. Charlene had some real heart for that kid and he had strong, protective feelings for her, thought Gus.

Plus, she is not the trash he was accustomed to.

"Got IDs all of you? asked Gus.

Sensible and slutty but passionate and smart.. 

She also had that body that couldn't be dismissed.  

He tried not to make eye contact to give her a psychological edge. Gus could feel some animal heat emerging in his oversexed loins.

One of the cops came back with a loaded 22 caliber gun he found on Charles.

Gus looked Charles in the eye. 

"Whats this? he asked holding up the now unloaded 22? "Protection for an older gentleman like you?" 

"You know how it is officer." was Charles' response. It's not safe out here.?  

"I know how it is and I know you don't come here in the middle of the night with a gun just to get rent.”

He rolled his eyes toward Charlene. 

She spit out “ you bastard” to Charles. 

Gus displayed the now empty gun again. 

"This is unlawful possession unless you have a permit Charles."

"Do you?" he asked almost jokingly.

"No officer"  

Gus continued. "You know him?" pointing to Henry?" "It doesn't look like you and him were in a fair fight. That means you might have used that gun on him if I didn't get there. Or, maybe you would have shot me?"  

Charles said, "No. it's only to scare people who fuck with me. I never would have used it. I gotta deal with a lot of bad people around here."

"You're a low life, lying, cheating pimp." blurted Charlene. "That's what you are."

"How about after Henry beat you down. He gave you a break you know.” Gus continued.

"Would you have gone bang bang to Charles if you could have? Gus didn't wait for an answer.  

"OK, Charles. We'll talk later at the station."  

"Run all three names Gus said to any of the other cops."  

One of the cops came back quickly with arrest records.  

  

"He has been arrested 14 times, he said, pointing to Charles. All in the last three years." Five unlawful weapons possessions, five prostitution solicitations, two burglaries, two robberies, and he's on probation now."

"And Henry here?

“A few shop lifting s and a petty theft. No jail. No probation.” One theft in the last two years. That's all."

" What about Charlene?" "She's clean." 

“Seems like an upstanding citizen.” 

Good, thought Gus. Charlene is clean.

"Take him in." Gus motioned at Charles. 

"Unlawful possession is the charge for now."

"Oh no." moaned Charles. The kid hit me. "You saw."  Gus answered “Maybe that saved you from shooting him?”

Gus said, "I gotta talk to Henry more and then I'll talk to you at the station."  

"I don't know if this is on the kid and his mother or you or everyone. I know there is more going on here. We'll see later Charles."

"OK Gus. Again, sorry” said the sarge as he pulled away.

Gus said nothing to the sergeant as he left with the other cops and Charles.

Gus turned again to Charlene and Henry. "OK, Charlene. What's the story? It's 2 in the morning and this man is now coming to collect the rent? Whats that about?"  

"I did owe him $500. I was supposed to drop it to him today. But, I got ripped off last night. I found another $500.00 today.”

"Ripped off?" said Gus. "How'd you get ripped off? You don't look easy to rip off." Their eyes locked and he knew he had her.

"I lent the money to a close friend in trouble," she admitted, as her head tilted down”

"Didn't you think he would come here for the money? 

“No”  Charlene said. He knows I am honest and always pay on time. He just can't let it go with me. I'm worth too much to him.”  

“But Henry and me. We're all each other has. He's been in enough trouble only because of living in this neighborhood. He's a good boy, Kind and loving but very protective. We used to have a regular life which we both will have again.”

  

"That bastard was my pimp for a while. He is scum. I worked for him dealing with some high class clients he had. I always could keep him away from me. Now, he wants my body. He is garbage. He used the missing rent as an excuse to get at my ass.” 

You know, high roller party guys and women living large on the gold coast. We hooked up and  

made good money for a while." 

"And?" said Gus.

"He ripped me off for my end of the money and started hassling me.”.

 I said no. 

"He smacked me in front of Henry like I said a few days ago when I told him to get out. I told him my business was over with him. That's why Henry did him that way. He's a good boy. He was protecting me from that animal.”

Gus looked at Henry differently now.

"You working a real job now," asked Gus.  

"Yeah. Waitress at Big John's 24-hour joint on Cottage." Making good money.”  

"I know it," nodded Gus.  

This is good, Gus thought. Action. Sex. A righteous hooker.  

Player Gus loved living on the fringe. He also had a soft heart for distressed people.

Plus, a wild libido for wickedly wild women.  

This month was the first time I have ever been late on the rent. I promised him I'd drop the rent today at his place but I never showed. So, he came here looking for cash and pussy. You know? 

“You know Charlene 

I could have hurt your son today, or he could have hurt me because of your problems with your rent because of living in the ghetto.” 

“I know, I know, I was totally broke a few years ago. I made money, and Charles got me trapped not being able to resist making a few thousand a week. He met me at a strip bar dancing on the pole. 

He kind of made me feel protected because he has all this protection he brags about from his rich tricks.” I saved cash and now I can afford to get a descent place for Henry and I.” I have 419,000 stashed away that I can get to in three days,”  

"Let's go to the station and we'll all have a nice chat and I'll try to figure out what to do." Henry had not said a word and was just sitting and holding his hurting head..

That's my car right there pointed Gus." You sit in the front, Henry, and you sit in the back, Charlene."   

They arrived at the 22nd precinct. Charles was sitting there handcuffed. Gus took all three to a small table outside the room.  

 This was all chickenshit, thought Gus. A fight, a gun, a wild kid getting even for his mothers pimp abusing her.

The only asshole was Charles.

 

Henry had to learn never to fight with the police again. Gus thought he might teach  Henry a lasting lesson. Gus had great instincts. He also was thinking about Charlene body and brain.

"Come over here, Henry." He took Henry down to the temporary morgue in the basement. There was a dead man who had been shot through his eye splattering his brains all over his head. 

"See that man, Henry?" Henry got very pale.

He went looking for someone who insulted his girlfriend at a ballgame said Gus. You know, a street ball game."  

"Yeah, I know" said Henry. "I play."  

“He had a gun

Well, he ran up to the dude and shot him in the face. He died in a second.

 "Henry hit my mom." 

“I know, said Gus."  

"That dead guy laying here killed this dude who came defending his girl just like you did. He is never getting out of jail.” 

“If you had a gun would you have killed Charles tonight?” 

Charles had a gun and would have blown your head up like this guy if he could have.”

Think you mama would be proud then?”

“No” said Henry. “Right” said Gus.

“Only you got saved tonight.    

Look at him again son." He was trying to defend his girlfriends honor and this could be you. 

You consider yourself a good person, Henry?" 

"I love my mom."

"How do you think your mom would feel if she saw you dead like this?"

"You weren't looking when they found this on Charles, Henry." He pulled out Charles unloaded gun.  

"He would have used it on you if he had the chance. You were lucky today, Henry."  

Gus instincts kicked in. Thee was something sensitive in Henry's eyes. He saw a gentle soul. That's why he didn't kick Charles again.

" I think you"re a good kid, A smart, sensitive kid. Learn a lesson tonight you can use forever.

 

Don't ever fight with the police. Try to stay away from violence which is hard but possible to do.” Try.  No guns. Ever. 

Stay away from all bad people.   

That will make you a man. Fighting and shooting make you a punk.

 “You want to stay alive and make your mama proud the right way. Listen to me. I know.” 

She says you are moving to a better neighborhood.

Are you going to school all the time?”

“I always get put in advanced classes sir." "I do hate fighting but I have to." 

"You don't" said Gus. 

Henry was really listening

"You may have gotten a new life today, Henry.

Take another look at that dead man,"  

"I can't," whined a petrified Henry. He scares me and makes me sick."  

"Good," said Gus.  

Gus saw a human being emerge in Henry. Henry was very intelligent. There was hope in this kid's eyes. He might be the one in a million Gus thought.  

 “

"Get straight, Henry. You know what I mean." 

Gus went over to Charles, a broken, lost cause. An arch criminal with no use for life. Gus threatened him that he could book him for carrying a concealed weapon and he would go back to prison.

“Charles, you get a break tonight. You let Charlene and Henry live rent free for two weeks and do not bother either of them.  You are going to be a good citizen and help Charlene out, 

You agree to that and I will not book you on a weapons charge or other charges. You will get out of here now.

You hassle either of them in any way and I'll violate you immediately and you will go back in jail for at least three years. Got it?” 

“You want her asked Charles Mr. detective, snapped Charles?” 

Gus whacked Charles with a brutal backhand to his cheek. Charles fell out of the chair.

Nothing more was said.

Finally, Gus went over to Charlene. 

Charlene asked " What about Henry?" "We talked," said Gus. 

"No charges."  

"Oh, thank you, officer.

“Also, you live rent free for two weeks where you are at. Charles got religion.”

“Oh officer.” tears flowed down Charlene face.

“You gotta watch Henry close. He can get much better.

Charles won't bother you but call me if he does.” 

."Hey Gus, you always working?" She called him by his first name,

"Not tomorrow night."  

"Let's get together." said Gus.   

"We're on," said Charlene.

"Big Johns at 8 said Gus Johnson?"

"Sure, said Charlene."

"Great. answered Gus.

Lets take Henry with us for some dinner.”

That night was the most fulfilling time Gus had since his wife died.

As the three pulled up to Charlene apartment Gus said,

“How about the three of us going to a baseball game Sunday?

Oh yeah shrieked Henry. I'd love that said Charlene.”

Were on said Gus” 

I'll pick you guys up at 10 am and well go for breakfast.” 

Gus pulled away smiling and watching as the woman and her boy walked down the path inside the doorway. .

  David Stein

tshirtdave69@gmail.com

Trump Confesses TRUMPS SECRET CONFESSION

by

RONALD STERN

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 “high noon” press conference he had decided on.

“What's going on, Mr. President?” Jack King, excitedly blurted out. 

“I'm done, Jack. I can't take anymore. It's over. The con is folding at noon today.

“All my loyal supporters better get ready to go to jail or to go out looking for real jobs. 

“I've decided to tell the country the truth. The real truth.

From the four hundred million my dad left me, to the deal with Putin to get elected, and everything in between.  

No more bullshit, lies, fantasies, con, or deception about anything.

I'm going straight. 

 “We both know I've been feeding my ignorant base bullshit since I started running in 2015. 

Forty million fools think I am legitimate. 

They live and die by my words. Me! 

The world's biggest fraud. 

The worst student in the class. 

The bottom line is I am physically afraid to be President anymore. 

“When Putin hears my confession, let alone all the others who despise me and want my scalp, I don't know how I will survive?

 “I can't win in 2020, and I'm scared to death of ending up in jail,

 here, or maybe in Moscow after I lose. 

Or worse.”

“Then why are you going to tell the truth now asked the Chief of Staff?”

"Because, I might have the best chance of making a deal that may keep me out of jail and keep me protected by the Secret Service. 

"I'm poison for the country, and it's worth everything to a few honest party leaders to get me out of here. My value is dropping everyday as the roof keeps

caving in. 

“If I wait until after the election, then no one will have any reason to do anything with me. 

“Now, I still have the power of this fake presidency.  

“Maybe, I'll have a pardon party. It will be the hottest ticket the world has ever seen. Only, I don't know if I'll still be able to use the pardon power if I can make deal. 

The other crooks that have been kissing my ass always knew this whole scam was going down. The virus, unemployment, the Putin bounty on dead soldiers... look at the polls.

The game is over, Jack.

 

 “I intend to leave with dignity, no matter what the price. I hate the truth but I've got to tell it. 

I'm going out like a man.

I hate who I am. 

That changes today.  

 "I'll tell the world the story about the  bullshit border wall, about why I don't have the balls to stand up to Putin, about those pathetic immigrants, about all my bogus deals, crimes, and violations of my oath. 

Everything.   

"I'm also going to release my tax returns and take down a lot of oligarchs.

  "I'm sick of the presidency. It's just a shitty job. This whole country is gonna get the virus and go broke at the same time.

“I'm going to answer every question anyone asks and I'm going to tell the truth if I know how to.”

“What about your close supporters?” said King.

“Those fools always knew they were playing a con game that I was running and the con could fold anytime. 

It did. They are all a bunch of morons for following me. Just like all my old investors who busted out believing me. 

This is all about saving myself and a few of my kids.”

“And your wife, Donald?” asked King. 

 Who's that?

“I'm going to meet with the top Democrats and Republicans in my office after the noon showdown and tell them what it will take for me to resign. I'll shoot for the moon but

 they will know I have no more leverage other then stretching out my resignation. Maybe I can use that? I'm  resigning tomorrow, deal or no deal. 

I'm out."

  But, they may be so hot to get me out of the House quickly, that I might keep my pardon power.  

I,ll test the waters as soon as the country comes out of shock tomorrow after my confession.”

“What if no one will play ball?” said King.

“I'm fucked.”

I cannot concentrate..

I want my daddy.”

You're the only person I can trust, Jack. The 

What will I do when I'm out of here without you  protecting me?”

"Pardons for friends if you can, asked Jack?"

“What friends?

All those morons knew what they were doing grabbing onto my ass and getting a free ride. Well, as my dad used to say, “even a train stops.”

“12 noon, just like that great, old movie High Noon, with Gary Cooper and Grace Kelly.”

“The showdown.

 I will finally show the world and myself that I do have balls.

My dad and everyone else will know I'm a brave man. Just like Gary Cooper 

That I'm not a coward.

I don't know if I can do this?”

TWITTER GARBAGE

 

Investigate Twitter

Twitter should start explaining in plain language to their hundreds of millions of users exactly how it’s rules of suspension are determined and enforced.

Former President Donald Trump, for instance, made a personal, profane, racist, verbal assault weapon out of Twitter until he was permanently suspended.

So Twitter says.

One pile of garbage thrown out.

But, tons of garbage left on Twitter that still needs to be dumped.

It seems to have taken forever to get rid of Trump and other abusers

I’m curious.

Who or what people at Twitter decide suspensions?

Is it a person, a committee, stockholders, celebrities with big followings?

Who?

How, for instance, wasTrumps last suspension finally invoked under Twitters unclear and uncontrolled rules.

Are suspension rules of enforcement arbitrary and applied fairly by legal standards or instituted by the seat of someone’s pants?

Is there equitability regarding this monstrous social platform that hugely influences our personal and political lives?

Or none?

Who has been suspended, reinstated, booted for a day.a week, a month or more.

Tell us your story Twitter. What and who are the geniuses controlling all those Tweets and all those users around the globe?

I’ve been suspended for a few minor language infractions.

I had almost no problems for 10 years and 10k tweets.

Go figure.

I cannot get answers that do not come out of a can.

You listening Twitter?

I immediately appealed several months ago but can get nothing back relevant to my small problem.

I originally received a case number and than only a bunch of canned, useless, robotic responses.

I’m told my outgoing stream of information is being attached to my case number as I continually attempt to follow up and get reinstated.

No assistance or evaluation of my appeals from big deal, powerful Twitter. Nada !!

Does Twitter have any accountability considering the power it has to impact this world?

Get transparent Twitter so we can all figure out if you are a legitimate business or just a giant and reckless rocket with no steering?

At least let me know you read this.

Than, start developing the transparency you lack and tell us your story of how you deal with suspensions, appeals,and other weapons you use to control your platform.

After all, we deserve some facts about a social site that controls elections.

There should be a Congressional investigation and public hearings about what makes this Twitter monster tick

 

Fuck You Google Blogger

 Piss on you Google and your bogus blog. How much money do you make from it? I have had my site for many years and made peanuts.

There are no viewers,  followers, no support from you, no nothing. Take your blog and stick it up your ass.

David Stein

tshirtdave69@gmail.com

POLICE WERE TOO AFRAID AND FILLED WITH FEAR TO ACT IN UVALDE SCHOOL

 The police outside Uvalde Elementary school who did not storm the door were stopped by their own FEAR.

Period.

We all know the feeling of overwhelming terror when confronted with the need to act in a physically threatening situation.

Running into gunfire, whether you are alone or in a group, is action almost no individual will perform. It is human nature to be too terrified to do so no matter what the rules of your employment are.

However, one or more of the police standing outside that schoolroom for over an hour and not trying to go through the door is almost incomprehensible.

Out of 19 officers on the scene it seems at least one or more would have found the indefinable courage to charge the entrance.

If one or a few brave officers found the will to break down the door many lives probably could have been saved.

Rule 1 of becoming a police officer is be immediately willing to risk your life or to find another career if you are not ready.

That sounds good but is unworkable in the real world.

Police do not wake up ready to die. Groups of military fighters maybe are or fringe people and groups may be? Most of us want to be safe.

Yes.Look at the brave people of Ukraine. I get it. But, this I do not get.

Some random super courageous people react heroically instinctively anywhere. But, most people flee from danger and do not fight.

We all know "run into gunfire" are just words to except the most highly trained combat soldiers and fighters.

However, always being ready to go on a suicide mission is a crazy expectation.

But, how do the police who did not act ever live with themselves?

It is sad.

Fear

 Fear . That stopped the police from rescuing the kids.

HELP MY BLOG GET TRAFFIC PLEASE

Would whoever responded to my Walgreens post give me feedback? Please? 

I have not made a dime on this blog site in months and today I posted a criticism of Walgreens and got several responses The responses came from a link and headline I posted on my Facebook page.. 

IF you could tell please me what search you found my comment on, where you saw it,  and  anything else that will enable me to get some traffic for this blog which has not done squat in many months, I will greatly appreciate it. 

I am old and computer illiterate and do not have any idea how to promote my blog. It gets no traffic. It has hundreds of stories on it going to waste..

The blog address is 

kingdavidsplace.blogspot.com

Any information you offer will remain confidential if you wish.

Thanks

David Stein

COCONUT CREEK WALGREENS FREEZERS HAVE UGLY ARTWORK

The Walgreens Pharmacy at Lyons and Coconut Creek Road in 

Coconut Creek, Fl 33066 is what I am writing about.

I do a lot of shopping there for prescriptions and products. 

I do because it is located close to a gated community where I live. Its a matter of location, location, location. 

The store is overpriced, understaffed, has long waiting times on the phone or in person, and has weak organization. The best thing about that Walgreens is a pharmacist named Scott who is really great at his job.

There is a Publix Supermarket nearby which is less expensive and more organized but there is no Scott there. 

Anyway, I was looking in the big freezer section yesterday and saw that on the door fronts of all the sections there was all these stupid sticker symbols of milk, ice cream, candy, frozen food, and a lot of other products which were pasted and stuck on. 

Looks terrible.

The dummies who figure those things out do not realize that many older people do not have the mind or the patience to look at bunches of little stickers on sliding doors to find a product. 

Its too hard for older eyes.

I tried to mention my frustration to a few store employees who would hardly take time to stop and listen to me. 

When one did she said to get used to the ugly stickers on the freezers because Walgreens was rolling out a new program using the unsightly, midget sized, hard to read stickers in all its stores.

I told her that she should tell her manager who was not there that a good customer who spends a lot money there was unhappy. She told me to call corporate to complain. 

I told her I would not call corporate and that she should be a smart employee and say something to her boss about my comment.. I gave her my name and contact information.

I'm just in a bad mood today Walgreens if you ever see this letter but those sliding freezer doors with all the stickies stink.

You sales will fall off.

Have a nice day.

Clarence Thomas and Virginia Thomas are slimy

 The Supreme Court has as much integrity as Donald Trumps . Zero. With Ginni Thomas Clarences wife, possibly calling the shots for Justice Clarence Thomas how can anyone regard the Supreme Court as the impeccably fair arm of the judicial system.?

Clarence  would have never even been confirmed as a SC justice if Joe Biden had not gotten him through the confirmation hearings years ago. 

Anita Hill stated  with indisputable testimony that Clarence sexually harassed her. She was not believed by enough idiots in  Congress to get Thomas rejected.

It is sickening to have a slimy husband and wife team making critical Supreme Court decisions.. 

Impeach Clarence Thomas and indict Ginni for her behavior in trying to overthrow the 2020 election.

VLADIMIR PUTIN WANTS TO PLAY RUSSIAN ROULETTE

 David Stein | Coconut Creek , Fl

Vladimir Putin is the biggest bully who ever existed in this world. But, the bully psychology is the same with him as it always has been with any bully. Putin will keep terrorizing and killing as long as his victims will not fight back. Whether the bully is in the schoolyard or in a worldwide confrontation the only way the bully is stopped is when his aggression is resisted. I understand. The stakes cannot be higher in the worlds conflict against the Russian dictator Putin because standing up to him risks a nuclear war. However, not standing up to him risks allowing a psychotic killer to take whatever he wants from any country because he has intimidated the world. Words will not stop him. Actions will possibly finish him. So far, the bully Vladimir Putin has not been tested to see if he will bow to fear being instilled in him by America and all the NATO countries showing and telling him they will take no more punishment. Putin will not halt his quest for domination until he is personally so frightened that he will not be allowed to keep on bullying that his own cowardliness will overtake him. It may be time to play Russian roulette with this evil, sick monster. Military brilliance is essential because if a tactical or political bluff against Putin does not work we will need an off ramp. One thing is for sure. The world has to at least try to end Putin’s reign of terror. Vladimir Putin is just a bully. He needs a worldwide vicious and treacherous response.

OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE DISORDER IS ABOUT FEAR

 OCD which stands for obsessive compulsive behavior is such a gigantic subject with so many tentacles that I will just speak to what I have learned through personal experience because all OCD sufferers share a common nucleus in their disease. 

Fear. 

It is the root of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. It applies to all sufferers no matter how disconnected they are.

We all share the same root cause. Fear. 

Whether your OCD manifests itself through commonly understood actions like continual hand washing, checking the door lock, counting to 1000 before you can fall asleep, and thousands of other acts, or, if your OCD  lives strictly in your brain by unchangeable thoughts of hurting your friend, jumping across a pond of alligators, or challenging a prize fighter to a boxing match it's the same mental disorder.

OCD is entirely rooted in fear of doing the unknown. Its an urge to perform some action to get relief.  An action to take away an urge however rational or irrational it is.

We have the same dysfunctional brain of an addicted alcoholic, gambler, overeater, sex addict or any other abnormality open to excess. 

Many people with OCD are also cross addicted.  

Performing a compulsion to get relief  no matter how insane it  seems to be is the only way to end a relentless urge.

Maybe so but only temporarily. No matter how sure you are it will go away if you wash your hands one more time it will not go away.  

The same urge or another urge will pop up and keep torturing you relentlessly.

 I am not talking about this monster OCD taking small amounts of time either. It can be 24/7/365 with no time for lunch.

I am talking about lives that are consumed for hours, days, weeks, months, and years by OCD.  

Understanding that OCD  is not you but the anxiety from it that  drives you crazy, destroys your life, ruins your relationships, and messing up everything else in its path is critical. 

Focus on that. It true.

It has sent me to brigades of Dr,s prescribing SSRI pills, meditation,  working out, writing, and whatever else provides relief at various times.

Unfortunately, as good as it feels to perform a compulsion that same compulsion will either come back or another will take its place, There is no permanently beating the OCD monster.

But, you can fight the symptoms to a standoff.

I am a 73 year old retired single male who lives very comfortably in Florida and whose financial independence arrived through plain old lady luck. It is truly a no brains required life. Thank goodness.

However, everyday is a ferocious fight to not act out on one of my brutal painful impulses that will either kill me, put me in jail, or make me go insane,  A few of those things have already happened several times.

Fear is my issue if you are curious just like yours is. Mine is easy to understand. It gives me a pit in my stomach and a sweaty forehead. It is connected to my flight or fight mechanism. 

If someone insults me, bullies me, or victimizes me in any way I will ruminate endlessly and try to vindicate myself for not standing up to whoever the perpetrator was. 

Usually, I do not have the awareness or guts to act at the time an incident happens which sets me on a torturous course of "what ifs"? Than, I will be overwhelmed with anxiety until I find relief.

Unfortunately, no amount of actions on my part whether justified or not keeps the next compulsion from coming back to invade my life. 

If that understanding only stuck when the next OCD event happened it would be a miracle. 

Forget it. Each situation is fresh and triggers all the same reactions to relieve the new torment.

A big problem is that I am so afraid of is acting out on a compulsion and failing to gain even temporary relief only to make it worse and than spend tons of time attempting to resolve the exacerbated compulsion.

 I cannot put into words the misery I have put myself into because of being afflicted with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

I just read an article from an OCD professional who advised sufferers not to focus on the compulsion but focus on the fact that it is anxiety and not anything else causing your problem.

I think those are very wise words to remember. The Dr. is spot on in my opinion.

I have found that writing, working out, meditating, using sedatives at certain times is the best answer to dealing with my OCD. There are many treatments.

OCD not going away but it can be stripped of its power by really looking at whats going on.

Good luck.

Google OCD or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. 

There is a lot of FREE help.

David's Place: TWITTER TRANSPARENT AS A BEARS ASS

David's Place: TWITTER TRANSPARENT AS A BEARS ASS:   I am still waiting for an answer from @twitter as to why I was permanently suspended a few months ago?  They continually send me canned me...

TWITTER TRANSPARENT AS A BEARS ASS

 I am still waiting for an answer from @twitter as to why I was permanently suspended a few months ago? 

They continually send me canned messages as I give them additional proof of my innocence but they do not respond personally or by phone.

They booted me from their site after 15K tweets and a decade or so of being a @twitter member. My record was almost spotless and had nothing bad attached beyond a little salty language.

I continually request a copy of the offensive tweet that they say was not threatening or hateful. No dice.

 If I had a million followers maybe they would pay attention. 

I do not. 

Just a few hundred loyal ones.

They will not deal honestly with me. They keep referring everything conveniently back to an original case number that they have now replaced with a new case number.

I would love to sue @twitter for violating my right to free speech. 

I could but I would not waste the time or money.

 I don't know what I said that destroyed me.  Certainly nothing worse than millions of other tweets they publish and keep publishing. 

If they can suspend ex-ceo Jack Dorsey I suppose they can suspend anyone. But, they ought to be required to justify what they do. 

What a bunch of hypocrites. They are supposed to be all about transparency but they are as transparent as a black bears ass. 

Legislation is needed to keep Twitter under control.

I am no Donald Trump, Marjorie Taylor Greene, or countless others who preach horrible things.

Davids Place1 was my twitter site. It is still up but they will not allow me to publish. 

GO VIRAL

Thx