Open Letter To Donald Trump

Mr. Trump,

We, the undersigned, do hereby inform you that we are in complete agreement with Iranian President Rouhani’s recent characterization of you as “mentally disabled”. Furthermore, we wish to advise you that, should you order U.S. military forces to attack any nation, or cause harm to the people of any nation, such actions would inspire neither our respect for you nor our fear of you. Any such orders or actions by you would, instead, serve only to confirm our unilateral belief that you are an ignorant, insane, malevolent, megolomaniacal moron who deserves to be forever incarcerated in an Institution for the mentally unstable and criminally insane.


The Leaders of Every Nation on Earth (with the exception of the U.S.ofA.)

P.S. Definitions of words you do not understand can be found in the O.E.D.


Is American Democracy Doomed?

In the earliest days of Donald Trump’s occupation of the White House, Steve Bannon, Trump’s bloated, bloviating “Fixer”, and the man some referred to as ‘the author of the Apocalypse’, spoke freely about the plan to dismantle American Democracy.  The hiring of incompetents to head all Cabinet posts was merely Step One of the Bannon agenda.  (Step One:  Check).   Steve Bannon’s Wet Dream envisioned destabilizing the very pillars of American governance, then confiscating all he deemed worthy of owning and selling all the rest  (all buyers welcome, regardless of political or national affiliation).  Steve Bannon may be gone from the West Wing, but his agenda lives on, and what we have witnessed for these past two-plus years, is the systematic implementation of his despicable plan.    

Is it already too late to save America? There are so many questions we should all be asking.  Questions including, but certainly not limited to:  why are Mitch McConnell and his crew aligning themselves with this devastating plot?  What will they gain by helping to lose America?  What will America look like when the Baby Boomers yet alive are too old, infirm, or insolvent to resist?  What will remain of America by the time Trump’s Legion of Lunatic Lemmings finally wakes up to find their places of employment shuttered and their jobs outsourced to foreign shores…when their homes have been foreclosed on, their health in jeopardy and with no access to medical care? To whom will they turn?  On whom will they turn?  

Who will walk away the ultimate victor in the battle to possess or control America?  Will those victors be not nations but business alliances?  Will those long-mythologized businessmen whose names and faces have been the stuff of paranoid fantasies, finally emerge from behind their gilded curtain and, patting each other on the back for a long game well played, slice and section America into unrecognizable pieces to be used in a game whose rules and regulations  have not yet become clear to those of us still struggling to play by rules that no longer apply?

Is America to be known in the history books as the home of a people so complacent, so naïve, so arrogant in their naivety that even as they were being dissected, dismembered and deconstructed, they remained convinced that good would triumph over evil? That the dream of America was so precious and prescribed that it would always find a way, even in the final moments of existence, to pull a rabbit from its hat? That the White Knight/the ‘Good Guy’ would, against all odds, prevail?  It always had and so, they assured each other, it always would! Would they continue to chant their whimsical mantra of “Good triumphs over Evil”,  even as the fires of Hell melted their hopes and devoured their dreams?  Would they sing ‘The Heart Will Go On’ even as the ship sank beneath frigid waters?

Will we someday look back on this dark time and, wiping the sweat from our communal brow, force a tentative smile and, picking up the pieces of the America we’d once known, vow to learn a lesson that, even on that day, we would still not entirely comprehend, muttering ‘Never Again’ to ourselves and to each other? Or…will there be no pieces left to retrieve and no retrievers left for the picking?  The old adage, “Hope for the best, but plan for the worst” rings in my ears.  But what is the plan, and where are the planners?   There seems to be no one among us who has yet visualized what that worst might look like and so, there is no sign of a plan.

We hear many shouting from the rooftops that the tipping point of planet Earth’s environmental demise has already been reached.  They speak among themselves in impassioned voices.  They struggle to make their voices heard by the multitude of ears deaf to environmental disaster.  Their articles appear in newspapers, magazines and web sites.  They conduct seminars attended almost exclusively by members of the international Choir of Planetary Consciousness, but their voices bounce and echo, unheeded, quickly fading into the callous winds of ignorance and apathy.  Where are the impassioned voices crying out for the salvation of the American Dream?   

Unfortunately for us all, it appears that many have fallen for the “okie doke”. Even those who believe the wolf is at the door, have become victims of misdirection.   Rather than addressing the disaster on our doorstep, they are focusing their efforts on an empty waving hand.    Doctored videos, propaganda masquerading as journalism, scammers and schemers pocketing ransoms for deceit, while the sacred truth lies bleeding in the streets, and I am left fearing that Election 2020 will be a game of 3 Card Monty played merely for distraction. 

Wake up, America, you’re being had!  Wake up now, or, like the lobster in the pot – cozy in the warming water – by the time you recognize the danger, you will already be well and truly cooked.

–Y.Not? (aka Brooke Jones)

What, Me Worry…?

I know I’m not the only child of the “Leave It To Beaver” 1950’s who grew up hearing those chilling words “You want something to cry about?  I’ll give you something to cry about!”.  Sounds familiar, yes? Well, welcome to the 21st Century version of that adage:  “You want something to worry about?  I’ll give you something to worry about!”.

WHAT IF all the fear-mongering, the vitriol – all the hate-laced insanity that spews from every pore of Donald Trump’s bloated being — as ugly, incendiary and terrifying as it has been since  he first laid claim to the White House, turns out to be but mild unpleasantness compared to what awaits us when his time in the Oval Office finally, mercifully, ends.  (and if that sentence were any longer, it would be on Death Row).  Whenever he exits – whether under his own steam, or kicking and screaming in Strait Jacket or shackles – when he’s  gone, that’s when the nightmare that is Donald Trump will truly begin!

Since Day One of his White House occupation, instances of Trump’s “loose lips” have become the stuff of Legend.  You want examples?  Okay, I’ll give you examples:  On May 10, 2017, during a private meeting in the Oval Office, Trump thought it appropriate to divulge classified information to two members of the Russian government.  On May 11, when word of that conversation had reached the media, White House staffers insisted that no such conversation had taken place. On May 12, however, Trump not only admitted to having had the conversation, but insisted that he had every right to share classified, Top Secret intelligence with Russia. 

Want more?  Okay, here’s more:  Not long after that episode, Trump attended a fund-raising dinner in New York City and used that fancy-schmancy gathering to spill a platter full of classified beans regarding a recent battle in Syria involving Russian mercenaries and U.S. troops.  Bragging to the assemblage of big money donors, Donald  gleefully announced that U.S. fighter pilots had been so good during the battle that they’d taken out as many as three hundred Russians in less than ten minutes!  At the time, details of that particular battle were a closely guarded U.S. secret and certainly not the stuff of civilian dinner conversation.

According to those in the know, there have been so many instances of Trump sharing state secrets that to enumerate them here would require considerably more space than this space allows.  Suffice it to say, Donald Trump has never met a secret he couldn’t exchange, exploit or expose. 

It’s said that if you want to know what people are likely to do tomorrow, all you need do is look at what they did yesterday…and that, boys and girls, brings us to what we should be worrying about, and it isn’t the toxic waste dump of words and deeds Donald Trump has bestowed upon the world since the election of 2016.  No, indeed, it is not.  What should be robbing us of sleep…what should be fueling our nightmares…what should be causing us to pace the floor, pull out our hair (whatever remains of it), and religiously refill our tranquilizer prescriptions is not what he has done in the past, but rather, what his past tells us he will do in the future.

On the day that Donald Trump vacates the Oval Office, every piece of information he encountered during his time in office – every detail involving the U.S. military – its capabilities, deployments, plans or placements, will be nothing but commodities to be brokered, bartered, bought, or sold.  The accumulated knowledge of the United States government – what we do and how we do it – every piece of Top Secret intel – the name, address and job description of every U.S. agent and asset, location of every submarine, the target and payload of every missile, all of it, will cease to be secret.  And while it’s common knowledge that Donald Trump doesn’t read and refuses to sit through Briefing Sessions, has the attention span of a fruit fly, and the I.Q. of a radish, he has spent the last seventy-plus years acquiring as many shiny objects as he can get his tiny hands on.  It’s a safe bet that government secrets are among the shiniest objects he’s ever come across and they’re worth their weight in Greens’ Fees.  (and consider, if you dare, the list of charming people Donald has allowed to peruse that information: international ne’er-do-well son-in-law Jared, sweat shop business maven daughter Ivanka, and animal slaughtering rocket scientist sons Eric and Donnie Junior, to name but a few).

So, I say to you, without hesitation or reservation, the single greatest danger on America’s horizon is not what Donald Trump has already done, and it is not what happens if and when he doesn’t leave office,  it is what happens when he does! And the single most important question we must ask is not what will he sell and to whom will he sell it, the question is: what can we do to stop him before he does it? That is the question we must ask, and if we don’t find the answer to that question in the immediate future, America will have no future! What, me worry? Hell, yes!

— Y. Not? (aka Brooke Jones)