DAVID'S PLACE:

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 “...

I have written a lot for a long time in my seventy one one plus years of existence. I have started novels, short stories, essays, autobiographies, screenplays. You name it. I have ground out a lot of words. Unfortunately, all my words have gone in the junk heap. I do not know that I have ever written anything good. I really don't know yet if I can really write. My stuff has never being published other than on my pathetic blog. I once owned a small business newspaper for which I wrote a weekly publishers opinion column, usually in the middle of the night some forty years ago. Now, I am seventy one, divorced, with a big, loving family that is in great shape.  Fortunately, I have been very lucky so that in my twilight years I have ended up with almost no responsibilities other than walking my girlfriends little dog. He is a five year old American Eski. I've fallen madly in love with him in the year he has been living with us in beautiful southern Florida. I never knew I could be s...

Donald J. Trump is the same spoiled, insensitive, selfish child that he has been his whole life. Does this fool care about how many people may get sick or die from a rally he held in ruby red Tulsa, Oklahoma? An unnecessary rally only held to stroke his damaged ego. No way. He showed no concern about encouraging the people who did show up to at least follow his own guidelines and wear face masks.  The dumb schmuck got beat at his own con game. Trump got hustled. He foolishly thought a million people were going to show up for his first 2020 campaign rally last Saturday night. Not!! His ignorant campaign staff was outsmarted by the young, tech savvy crowd who wants to take him down. They locked up all the seats in the 18,000+ seat stadium but did not use the tickets. One million people turned into a flimsy 6200 people.  A brilliant move with many more moves to come to keep this lying bitch from getting re-elected.  It looks like he is running out of suckers to buy int...

How did Attorney General Bill Barr, once a distinguished lawyer, decide to write a paper to Donald Trump essentially offering to become his exclusive whore? A letter that said, that in Barr's opinion, a sitting president was basically immune from the law. That said that Barr felt the Commander-in-Chief was by and large above the law. So, bogus Trump got Barr in as Attorney General in a heartbeat. The Attorney General is supposed to work for all the people equally. He is the boss of the Justice Dept. .promising to uphold the laws of the land and make his best efforts in managing the Justice Dept. Instead, he became Trumps personal whore masquerading as Attorney General. He has acted to defend, lie for, support, and  cover up Trumps many abuses and violations of the Presidency.  He instantly started acting as Trumps personal attorney as soon as he became AG. instead of being the legitimate Attorney General of the United States which he was charged with. Why? Barr is so bogus and...

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...