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Gambling. One of the nastiest monsters of the world. Feed it and it eats your soul. Starve it and it destroys your mind. To a real compulsive gambler the loss of gambling is good reason for perpetual mourning. Every ounce of desire in your body craves going back to gambling again. The adrenaline, the euphoria, the joy of knowing you will be in action is enough to inspire any gambler to gamble again or relapse 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 50 years and lost it all. In the last nine years I have quit gambling and slowly rebuilt my life. Yet, I continue to long for my greatest friend and unconditional lover. Gambling. But I am no longer owned by that urge. I own it. But, I only own it one 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 gamblin...

America may be going down the drain and becoming a police state . Trump wants to be President for life.  There are more than 200,000 dead Americans from the coronavirus.  American soldiers have been killed because of bounties put on their heads by our enemy, Russian president Vladimir Putin. Trump has done nothing in response to Putin's election interference and treachery.  He is terrified of Putin. Over twenty million Americans are unemployed. Our president and some of his cronies are working against Joe Biden with Russian assistance like in 2016.  Trump calls our veterans and heroes "suckers" and "losers".  So, what are the majority of the voters focused on?  The appointment of the new Supreme Court nominee. We have once again been distracted by Trumps shiny new object which is his Supreme Court pick.  Forget the above major disasters happening now.  We are already desensitized.  Our national problem as a people is not only Donald Trum...

It's a waste. A giant waste of time. I have been writing on this same blog for about 10 years. Writing about everything and getting almost no feedback.  Lately,  I have written a lot about how I despise that miserable, despicable criminal Donald J. Trump and everything he stands for.  But, it does not matter. You are all immune from reading my writing the same as you Trumpers are immune from rejecting Donald's diarrhea. I post on Twitter, Facebook, to private parties, on other blogs. Wherever. It does not matter. I am a bust. I have only a small, sick following. My work is like a morsel of parakeet shit floating in the Atlantic ocean. Irrelevant . I am not really here. I have published several hundred articles that are fiction. non-fiction, I have started screenplays, biographies, autobiographies, porno stiff, essays. All bullshit to you.  However, all of it sits in my blog for the taking. One of you geniuses could probably do wonders with some of my work. That is if...

Ten reasons no one should vote for Donald J. Trump (not in any order) Feel free to send in yours (I will try to publish them) anonymous is fine. He called military heroes suckers and losers. He did not protect us from the coronavirus. He disrespects  women like the pig he is. He  disrespects all minorities like the pig he is. He promised to end all wars. He is the president during the worst jobs crisis. He continually lies to us. He is a low life and a criminal He has no respect for the LGTQ. He is a racist. He is Putin's puppet. He is a deplorable, despicable human being. He does not protect us. Joe Biden is a good man who will do his best to govern us.

Cowards. Cowards. It is a Senate composed of cowards and losers who do not have the courage to stand up to Trump and say "I'm out". I will defend you no more.  You are a lying, cheating, ignoramus who is a plague to the country and the world. I'm done supporting you. You are a despicable excuse for a human being and you fool no one.  Us Senators have just been too weak and afraid to abandon your sorry ass.  Not anymore.  Fuck you, you moron and loser. I will not vote for you.     

Can you imagine 12 more years of Trump?   Check this link than throw up. It caught my attention. https://twitter.com/JRehling?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed%7Ctwterm%5E1297955629005299712%7Ctwgr%5E&ref_url=https%3A%2F%2Friverdaughter.wordpress.com%2F

"Are Democrats pretending the sky is not falling?"  http://sbynews.blogspot.com/2020/08/democrats-are-pretending-cities-arent.html This caught my eye because I do not think the Republicans have even a tiny shot of winning the 2020 election. There is only so far that a spoiled brat, nasty punk president can go even with fools for followers and I think Trump is there. Trump is dead ended.

You may have seen ads on Fox sponsored by Mike Lindell, from Minnesota aka The Pillow Guy who is supposedly a reformed drug addict and now has become a very big businessman and supporter of Donald Trump.  Lindell got lucky by jumping on Trumps bandwagon in 2016 and supporting Trump as a great president. He spoke for Trump a few times. Trump loves the creep. Trump spoke about Lindell promoting a possible a cure for the Covid-19 virus with an untested, unscientifically proven plant extract called oleandrin.  Anderson Cooper from CNN interviewed and ripped Lindell apart calling him a snake oil salesman for pushing a useless and possibly harmful virus treatment product which may give suffering people false hope.  Trump endorsed it even though Lindell has a financial stake in it and will profit if it sells. Trump is once again using his office for improper purposes. He cannot use his power to promote commercial products. But, we know he does not care about what he does.  ...

Reporter:  Mr. Trump. Do you have a problem with assertive women?  Trump: That is a stupid question. You are a stupid reporter.   Reporter: That is a mean, nasty answer to my question. Trump: You deserve to be told how stupid you are. Reporter: No. You deserve to be told how stupid you are Trump. You have been called a fucking moron, an ignoramus, a jerk and many other nasty names by great people you have appointed to important positions. Trump: How dare you speak to the president like that. Reporter: You are a fake president. You are a total dunce and unfit for office. Trump: Security, take this person to jail. Reporter: For what? For telling you the truth? Trump: You are barred from ever coming to the White House again. Reporter: Go fuck yourself you orange headed evil monster.  You belong in jail.

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.

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.

There was a bully by the name of Gary. He was the good old fashioned type who tried to intimidate anyone who would show any weakness. I met him in grade school. He was about twelve years old as was I.  One day he was pitching softball in gym class. He made a slow pitch game into his own fast pitch game and started throwing balls at everyone's heads who came up to bat. He had a lot of kids scared to death. He threw punches to our stomachs and heads. I was sick to my stomach with fear and he didn't even have me as a primary target. No one hit back. He was like a blond haired, skinny monster who kept getting scarier and scarier as the school year went on.  The day of reckoning did  come for Gary. He decided to challenge a really tough kid who was not a total bully but a sometime bully who was a savage fighter. Gary told everyone he was not afraid of Jerry and wanted to meet him at the park to have a fight. The day of the fight came and it seemed that about 200 kids showed up...