The Sheik and the Sheep ... or the Chic Sheik?

Once upon a time and long ago, there lived a Political Cartoonist (PC). By all accounts, he was a good daddy and very happy PC, who carried out his duties 6 days each week by rendering and submitting his sketches to his Editor at the backwater town newspaper, The Philadelphia Inquirer ... and a half-dozen other syndicated outlets. All was good for the Political Cartoonist, as he portrayed Foreign and Domestic Leaders and other Public Figures in embarrassing situations, as was the custom of the PC's of his Day. He made fun, for instance, of President Jimmy, as he sat in the oval office, imagining how to destroy the World, at least the World as we knew it:

Oops, there goes another Rubber-Tree Plant

He used the American Folk Hero, Mickey,

to mock our greatest Biological Scientists ...

By Golly!

Hell! He even went after poor dead 

Herr Dokteur Frood and his phallic symbology!

Zo, az you see, the Vorld is full of Schmucks!

All was cool, indeed, until the Advent Season of a Christmas  ... "which Christmas, you ask?" The Ancients believe it may have been 1974 but some important matters do get lost in the Fog of History and the addled state of Retracting Prefrontal Lobes ... and we just cannot be certain. Still, for us, the story has remained ... and that, My Kiddies, is what counts. You know what I mean ... History Class and all its Dates really sucked for most of us and by the time Social Security comes, Grandpa and Grandma are lucky to remember where they hid their Ginkgo Biloba. Ach du lieberman ... even the exact date that Global Warming and the Rising Seas finally swamped Miami's SouthBeach and Louisiana's New Sodom is no longer remembered, not anymore. But I digress.*

He ... he, the somewhat disgruntled Cartoonist ...  believed he was to be on holiday that Cold, Cold Christmas while the mean, mean Editor was quite certain that Tony had agreed to provide a cartoon for the editorial page in time to appear on that very Christmas Morning for all the exhausted parents and excited children.

Always the Trickster, Tony submitted a Christmas Scene for the Ages and one certain to please even Charlie Hebdo. Tony had thought and thought ... and then he thought some more ... about what might truly and completely bring to life some unknown facts about what had occurred in the Lonely Town of Bethlehem, at the very moment the Holy Mother was drawing Little Jesus to her breast for the very first time. 

Now, in those Days, before CNN began capturing every irrelevant piece of News and before Trump TV was even a twinkle in Drumpfkopf, Kool-KellyAnne and Bannon's baggy little eyes, News passed through the Badlands of the Middle Eastern Deserts in the Belle Lettres and rough Lithography of now-unknown traveling minstrels who shredded all their notes before running. Running for what, you ask. Running before they got run-outa-town on a well-used camel. 

And in fairness ... Tony never claimed to have captured the exact newspaper facts of that dark, dark night but there is every reason to believe that e-mails on Anthony Weiner's Private Server may, yet, turn up ... at last, verifying the details of this one Unholy Night ... That Very Night ... When the Star of Bethlehem was barely shining ... and the World represented by Uriah the Hittite's one and only Sheep was all that mattered.That was, it is said, the very same night that a poor Little Ovine was Boldly Groped and more by the Little-Rich-Boy-from-Queens Shiek. There is some evidence that it was a Bitter, bitter November 8th, but the Sheik's Campaign Manager has not yet confirmed either that date or the precise hour that the Truly Golden Bough was passed through that Sheep's ass. Only time and the release of Publican Records of Unpaid Tributes and Bounties that remain, to this day, unreconciled will settle this matter. (Don't hold yer breath!)

(With apologies to a great PC, Mr. Tony Auth of blessed memory, who denied

to the end of his life that he ever sketched what my kids grew up calling 

"The Sheik and the Sheep." May we all see many more Joyous Xmas Seasons!)

* Indeed, this entire Blog ... right from the beginning, is a digression from thinking of the Trumpocalypse.

PG-13 (or 21) The Big Paloozer ... Donnie-Joe

IT WAS A FIGHT TO END ALL FIGHTS 

                      BIGGA THAN THE THRILLA IN MANILLA

                                               MORE EXPLOSIVE THAN A HYDROGEN BOB

                                                                   JOE WITH MORE MAKEUP THAN MISS AMERICA

There we go, Donnie-Joe, another night of watching you speak as if everything you say is intrinsically important. Little Rich-Kid!

There you go, Donnie Joe, confusing the American Presidency with a Banana-Republic Regime!

"Regime?" What the Fuck? We don't have regimes in America. We have a Presidency that works in concert with two Legislating Bodies ... and a Supreme Court that determines whether the Lawmakers and the Executive are acting within the boundaries of our Constitution as interpreted by previous courts and by the Constitutions many Amendments.

There you, go, Donnie-Joe, acting as if it's you against anybody who disagrees with you.

And there you go insulting your opponent ... calling folk by names ... Low-Energy Jeb ... Little Marco .... Lyin' Ted ... ... Damn, Donnie-Joe ... the President is, to my way of thinking, right on the money. You're ... if I can put it in your language ... "A little bitch-slapped whiney whatever and we all know how to spell whatever. Nevermind the PC-Crap ... You're a Pussy!" And what y'gonna do when y'can't keep it up, anymore!? Y'knows what I mean!

So, just a Dr. Ruth moment on how intercourse works and how it wraps around (pun to be clarified) the issue (pun to be clarified) this election.

Your comments about being special enough to grab any pussy you like ... the comments on the Bus with that Bush-guy ... and your sense of entitlement in being able to ignore Common Decency in the name of superseding Political Correctness? Maybe Little Marco was right ... maybe your hands are small. But nevermind ... lemme wax a little Freudian for a bit.

Female genitals are used as a model for weak men due to the fantasy that penetration is the only powerful part of intercourse ... sorry for the PC, Pussy ... of fucking. The BIG AND HARD MALE MEMBER repeatedly PENETRATES the weak and softer female genitalia ... and does so repeatedly.

MAKES JOE FEEL BIGGER! Right ... well, hold on for a minute.

See, that's the rub, Oh, Donnie-Joe. For, it's the Ground Game and the End Game, in the end, that really matters. Yes. There is penetration of YOUR HUGE MALE MEMBER at the beginning of intercourse. That's the good news. 

The less good news is that by allowing that penetration, the foxxy female genital tightens the noose around your BIG STRONG THINGY and when it's done with Little-Donnie, Poor Little Donnie-Joe shrinks into a little-boy excuse for what it was not too long before. 

So, look ... you keep up your penetrating debate style ... you keep calling her names ... Corrupt Hillary ... Worst Secretary of State that I ever Called the Best Secretary of State ... Believe me ... She's a Nasty, Nasty Woman ... And she don't got Rootin'-Tootin'-Putin's respect! 

But, then, watch that Nasty Woman tighten the hold on your Delinquent Adolescent Thiggamajig until you've, as they say, Shot Your Wad and are left holding Depleted-Donnie in Your Little Left Hand.

So ... Hey, DJ! Y'Ain't No Palooka ... just Donnie Joe! Just anudda Paloozer!

Hey, remembah ... when Gen. Jack D. Ripper talked about losin' his essence!
Just you wait, Donnie-Joe, just you wait!

Update on Word Series:

FIRST WOMAN PRESIDENT ON-DECK!

Apres la Deluge? Soixante Deuze Virgines

Donnie the XIVth

Apres Mois?

Look at those suckers tryin' to swim!

la Deluge 
et 
Apres les Inondations?

72! Count'em!

Soixante-Deuze Virgines

Dear Donnie ...

We ARE gonna go down in history. But you know the saying: Watch what you ask for. Look. Forget the journalists -- you wouldn't pay attention to virgins like Old Helen Thomas, anyhow -- and forget those Eastern Elites with their bullshit complaints that it really should be:

Watch for what you ask!

Schmucks with their Political and Semantic Correctness! We've both had enough of that. Dangling prepositions, my ass! I'll tell'ya what dangles! We know what it means, just the way it is. We regular guys? We get it. It means that while "you can't always get what you want," sometimes you get shit that you never imagined you'd get. Anyhow, thought I'd send'ya a note about the Shock and Awe campaign you're about to marshall for the next 22 days ... Scorched Earth ... Carpet-Bomb, the Bastards! Glad that you're showin' your stuff with Shackles and Cod Piece both left at home with the Lady. Who needs that crap, anyway? A Guy's gotta do what a Guy's gotta do! Especially, Guys with Clout.

Gotta tell'ya! This strategy of yours, I really gotta admire it. This acting like a self-destructive ass-hole has a long history of working ... it's got real traction. We both know that the salt-of-the-Earth and miner types really have admiration for us powerhouse guys who grab some you-know-what and take the hill, no matter what the cost. John Wayne. Audie Murphy. And, c'mon, ya gotta give credit-due to those freedom fighters who tie six sticks of DYNA-MITE to their chests and take out the infidels. That takes real Balls. Rooo-tin for Pu-tin!

Whoa, Fella!

Just between you, me and the New York Post, though ... know y'can't say this out loud but  ... Yassar Arafat knew how to do it. Convince the idiots that if they take out the bad guys, there'll be Pie in the Sky! Lots of Pie and lots of women ... y'know 16-34 year olds. It's easier when you you get this message at our age, anyway. My best years are behind me ... no arguing. You know what our cardio-Docs say when we tell'im we wanna take on the Giants' Cheerleaders? "Pay your bill, first!"

Any case, I got a list of people who you should take out in these remaining weeks just in case we lose, but especially the pissants in the House and Senate.

Please ... Get rid of that Ryan guy ... what good is'he if he won't get with the program. The guy, chances are, is pussy-whipped, anyway ... and at his age ... what a waste? what a waste! what a huge waste!

And the whole Bush family, even Billy the Bush. He coulda taken the fall for ya. After all, it was his idea in the first place.  Same goes for that Jewish guy ... Stern. He gets people to talk dirty and they gotta pay the price.  Tell'ya some other time what I think of the Stern-Gang.Howard Stern ... Howard Dean ... and Howard Covitz.

Then, there's the supposed military guys ... Take 'em out and lock'em up. Traitors every one. McCain? For sure. And that Colin guy and that Benedict Arnold-traitor, Gates ... ... I always thought they were lily-livered liberals ... Give'em all the gate. That's a good one, eh... Gate! If we win, nobody'll miss a couple of has-beens. Even Powell could use a good tan at Gitmo. Just between me and you.

But look ... we gotta take a page from Yassar ... he was a fox. His stuff is still working almost 50 years after the First Intifada. Get a hold of some angry good people and tell'em they gotta get the bad people ... the really bad people ... or it's all over for OUR way of life. They'll do anything for ya, Donnie ... they'll let ya fill up those extra 200 beds at Guantanamo with the Crooked Clinton Gang and Pelosi and those guys from Vermont, Howard and Bernie, and they won't care a-hoot if you grab a little you-know-what to make ya feel good. Hey. We guys gotta feel good (puns, intended, tee-hee). So, keep up the good work ... I'm with ya all the way and after we're gone, our names will still be lit in Neon on the Skyscrapers on the City on the Hill and kids like that Bobbie Zimmerman guy will write songs about us!

Go, Donnie-Boy

Never mind the Shrimp, Honey; I'm Comin' Home with the Crabs

Words are to be played with, I suppose. First saw the bumper-sticker 

Never mind the Shrimp, Honey; I'm Comin' Home with the Crabs

long time, ago ... It brought joy to the end of a long day ... driving home behind an elderly Chinese couple who may or may not have understood the word play. Haven't seen it in a while. Maybe it's been replaced by a too-long bumper sticker of the New Order:

Never mind the Oxycodone, Dear; I've found the Motherload of Oxymoronic Twists on Reality 

This election cycle, as so many have pointed out, has been made particularly pungent by Herr Drumpf ... word-plays have been weaponized in a way that many of us cannot recall from past Presidential elections in the most-always-civil US of A. Drumpf may be counted among the greatest Carney-Barkers of All Time!

Come, ye, to the fair* ... Come one, come all.

Here's the The Soldier who couldn't stay out of POW camps ...

Here you'll see the Smallest Man on Earth ... Little Marco!

You'll see a Bush without the energy to show his leaves!

Mexican Rapists, as far as the eye can see!

Muslim Terrorists wrapped in their Radicalism! for their one-way to Cooba!

And Ugly Women like you've never seen before!

One who looks like a Pig or the Kristie Kreme Governor of NJ!

Another who looks like a Dog!

And the Fattest Beauty Queen/Housekeeper of all time!

Your eyes will see Poor Hopeless Blacks who are nothin' like Big Ben C!

But, you'll also see ... 

The Tallest Man ... me!

With my name on the Top of Skyscrapers

and Water Bottles and Beef and Women's Butts!

And if you can believe anything he says? 

You'll meet the World's Biggest Liar, Lyin' Ted!

And here, and only here, you'll learn the meaning of Fair ...

So, Come, ye, to the Fair!

Admittedly, there are two sides to most every story and I'm telling only mine, in these postings. True, enough! I did try, in a previous posting, to speak with Ivanka Trump about some of the biblically ethical conflicts between what Papa says and sacred texts ... she never responded.

There is something, though, uniquely fascinating about Herr Drumpf's rhetorical method about turning things around either before or after a charge is made against him ... as if opposites were the same ... East is West ... as if, it makes no difference, at all. Like his misunderstanding of the word sarcasm, he fails to understand counterpunching and confuses it with the application of any particular charge against himself as a charge against his opponent.

Consider it, from the top:

McCane is not a hero .... 

          "I never went to Viet Nam, never served, at all. I'm a hero! Didn't get captured, did I?"

Mexicans are Rapists .... 

          "I grab pussies because I and other famous guys can. Rapists? Because they're bad."

My Opponent is Crooked ... 

          

          "I know politicians are crooked because I payed to play. How y'think I made my $."**

My Opponent Lies ... 

          

          "Every fact-checking group seems to find I'm a pants-on-fire liar. Not fair."

The Primary is not Fair .... 

        "You came to discuss issues. Too bad ... I'll talk about your height, weight, energy, beauty, ..."

You're Lost in Political Correctness

          "You ask me questions that are not fair, mean, mean-spirited, ..."

Muslims are (presented as) Terrorists ...

          "I''ll  terrorize anyone who disagrees with me. You'll hear from my lawyers and liars."

That Clinton Foundation ...

          "My Foundation that does apparently nothing is unfairly under investigation."

That Clinton Lady is on Drugs ...

          "That Howard Dean thought my sniffing could be Coke."

This election is rigged ...

          "Every open-carry state citizen should show up at the polls with strength; Show 'em!"

So, anyone reading this ... Can you think of a single shoe that Drumpfenkopf fits to his opponents that  doesn't fit him?

LOVE TO HEAR OTHER EXAMPLES

* from Brigadoon
** Hey, he was honest enough to admit it in the Primary Debate ... maybe, the first.

An Open Letter to Ivanka Trump

I'm writing to you ... one Jew to another ... with the hope that this letter will reach you and those other Jews who are familiar with the Jewish Ethos and who are still planning to vote for your Dad, in the upcoming election. I want nothing more than to remind you of some of the Jewish texts that may be relevant to such decisions and perhaps are appropriate for discussions at a Shabbos dinner table.Perhaps, it would have been preferred to contact you outside of the public arena and, indeed, I did try to determine such a pathway, but in Presidential Politics? Kafka wrote a short story about China, where by the time communication occurred between the Palace of the individual, the communication was moot as the Emperor was no more. And, in the end, I feel a concern that your Father has convinced some other religious Jews of his good intentions and fitness for service and I would hope to reach some of them, as well.

1. Yom Kippur has just passed. Perhaps, the central story for the day is at first glance a children's tale .... the story of Jonah. We all know the bit about Jonah being swallowed by a Big Fish but there is the theme of this man's sojourn, as well. Jonah's God tells him to go to the great city of Nineveh (more or less Mosul, on today's maps) and tell the folk to repent or else. For fear that it might not look good for his people if the Ninvites repent, Jonah high tails it out of town and the fish story occurs. He's actually treated with great kindness by the Sailors and after being vomited up by the Big Fish wanders quickly to Nineveh but sits outside the city, pondering his dilemma. His God makes him comfortable by providing the shade of a Kikayon. He feels pretty good. God then strikes down the Kikayon and asks the schvitzing Jonah: So, Joe, are you depressed. Jonah says: Damn right, I'm depressed.

God then hits him with the moral of the story ... OK, so you're depressed about the Kikayon which came to you out of pure dumb luck, and I shouldn't feel for the thousnds of my creations and their many cattle who will perish without your work.

The story comes to remind us all that our categories ... Jewish-Non-Jewish ... American-Foreign ... Judaeo/Christian-Moslem .... are all, at best, fleeting. "All men are created equal" ... All stand in protection and judgement as the Jews see themselves on Yom Kippur. Jonah is the longest piece in the Jewish liturgy on Yom Kippur ... must mean something.

2. The Torah speaks well over a dozen times to remind Jews of the mandate to show kindness to those who live among us who may be different than we are ... the גר or sojourner. The תושב or landed immigrant. It tells us Jews to remember that we, indeed, were sojourners and landed immigrants, once upon a time. Over and over we are reminded that we all come from immigrants ... all once we're strangers in a strange land.

3. The Torah does speak about the appointment of Kings to be chosen from among you ... not from above you or from an aristocracy ...but from among you ... מאחיך. It does tell us that he should live with a degree of material modesty ... לא ירבה לו סוסים ... not too many horses ... לא ירבה לו נשים ... not too easy with the number of women. He should be immersed in the study of the law, of Torah. Indeed, he should pen a complete copy of that Law. The Talmud (I think San. 11) frets, indeed, about the statement about the appointment of Kings and the prohibition against the planting of Trees of Worship (אשירה כל עץ) and compares the appointment of an unfit leader to that of idolatry .... arriving at this conclusion due to their proximity in Scripture. כל המעמיד דין שאינו הגון כאילו נטע אשירה. 

4. Maybe I'll end with one last Jewish text. Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful young woman who by chance was chosen to be the next Queen of the vast empire of Persia. Her people came under the threat of persecution while she lived in the palace. Her uncle came to her pleading that she go speak to the King, asking that he intercede before the planned genocide. The princess expressed fear. Her uncle opined (Esther 4:13-14): 

and Mordechai said to relay to Esther, 

"Do not think that you will escape [the fate of] 

all the Jews by being in the king's palace. 

For if you will remain silent at this time, 

relief and salvation will come to the Jews 

from another source, and you and the house 

of your father will be lost. 

And who knows if it is not for just such a time 

that you reached this royal position." 

My point: Your Dad's rhetoric  frightens me. More or less, my entire matrilineal line was wiped out in the name of making another country great, again. Good people were convinced by that man's rhetoric ... And when I hear your Father speak of Muslims or Mexicans with what can only be called hateful fear-mongering ... when he talks about the international banking conspiracy ... when he uses graphics that tie Sen. Clinton with Jewish Money ... when he talks callously  about women ... when he breaks the prohibition against treating the weak and the infirmed with mockery ... with all these and other matters, I, my wife, my children and grand-children fear for our positions and lives as Jews in a Republic that has been a haven for us qua Jews in a World in which we represent two-tenths of a percent of the population.

I'm certain that you can find other religious people of many faiths who can point you towards texts in Scriptures that may speak otherwise. Still, I think such meditations that I've listed might be worthy of your attention ... as a Jew, as a Woman, as a Person ...

With regard ... HHC

Morning Joe and Who Gets Stalked

Radical Predatory Stalking: The Psychology of the Stalker

"I feel as if she wants me on her back"

"She's a whore and I've got to do something"

"God has appointed me to treat her to some of her own  stuff"

The Stalked is represented as Bringing it On Herself

"I dress the role; so does she" 

"I'm the only one who can punish her"

"I am the lone arm of justice; s/he the corrupt sinner"

As I'm writing, I hear Joe Scarborough arguing: 

'What choice does he have? Isn't it good for him that 

the establishment is moving against him in a change year?

Why aren't we talking about Billy Bush?'

The argument that Herr Drumpf is only doing what he has to to stop Crooked Hillary resonates with the thinking of some stalkers, in general.  Still, let's consider ... who else has Entitled-Little-Rich-Kid-Donnie come after in ways that looks strikingly like stalking, though the media has held back on using those words ... Radical Predatory Stalking.

Curious, isn't it, that one of the most prevalent talking points in the Post-BenGhazi era has to do with "calling Radical Islamic Terrorism what it is?" But consider:

The repeated use of the invading hordes of Mexicans ... the stalking of Mexicans.

The repeated use of the image of invading Muslims ... the stalking of Muslims.

Years of claiming the President is not legally elected President ... Harassment

The repeated use of the term: Little Marco ... stalking.

The barrage against  Lyin' Ted ... stalking.

The Trashing of the Khans ... stalking.

The maligning and rumor mongering against Miss Universe Machado ... stalking.

The disqualifying comments against an American judge, 

an American POW, an American Speaker of the House, 

and anyone else who works against him ... stalking.

And since the end of the Primaries, the attacks on Crooked Hilary, 

including his menacing pacing of Sen. Clinton on stage three days ago.

So, what are the necessary (even if not sufficient) personality characteristics of the stalker? A few days ago, I suggested that there are three central relational styles that surround most Personality Disorders.

Pathological Narcissism or the inability to accept others' healthy self-respect (narcissism), betimes even one's own, i.e., the graduated inability to accept the Other as Subject in their Own Right ... as someone with their own cherished relationships, theories, and even connection to their gods;

Borderline Personality Behaviors or the propensity of Black and White ... Split Image ... thinking which renders Others either Good or Bad but sees no gradations in these judgements; and the

Lack of Regulatory Functions that Act to Control the Acting Out of Impulses.

So, the question arises: What are constituent parts of the personality of the stalker? Are they consistent with Little Donnie's attacks? Consider: In order to stalk another, one must:

Objectify the Other, i.e., strip them of their 

subjective role as a Person in Their Own Right;

Feel attraction towards the Other but an attraction 

that is based on the notion that the Other is deserving 

of punitive retaliation for something untoward that 

s/he has done, while the stalker remains unable 

to see any sin in the stalker him or herself; and

The inability to control these impulses.

So, there we have it. Someone, following the second debate, posted the following photo-shopped picture of the Pacing Drumph menacing Sen. Clinton.

There are times when an order of Protection From Abuse (PFA) is in order.

The Primary Republican Voters have nominated someone who from the beginning of his campaign has exhibited behaviors that appear consistent with those of the Stalker. Enough said about a behavior that would, perhaps, move even a Red-Blooded American Judge to issue a PFA and, after repeated failures to observe same, to throw this tragic figure's ass into the hoosegow.

Not Funny, Anymore

Mommy, Daddy ... Do We Really Have to Move to Canada?

Mommy and Daddy ...

Did you know that there are lots of bears and maple trees in Canada? Two on every tree, Sally says

and that it's so cold that we gotta wear coats to my birthday party in May and, anyway,  they speak a funny language there and have names that I only hear when Daddy's watching hockey?

Becky said we have to move there next month after Daddy loses his job. and we need to bring all our blankets and coats and stuff.

I am a little scared, especially, after the last two debates.I haven't blinked my eyes all day!

Lemme see if I can remember some of the things I heard while you were telling me to shush, whenever I asked anything during last night's TV thing and the one before ... don't know if I was awake through the whole thing but I kinda remember it like a scary dream and Daddy was listening to every word.

It really was scary to watch the Old White Guy walking back and forth behind the Grannie-Lady, looking pretty unhappy and maybe even angry like I think Dad once was when I threw my blocks right through the window ... the Old White Guy kept up the angry stuff whenever the Lady that looks like Grandma was saying something that was just for big people, I think. I didn't hear him say the P or F words, though. Not once. He was really wearing his best clothes, too.

Anyway ... You told me I'm never supposed to talk when other people are talking but he did a lot of that. Then he kinda said that when I grow up, I can talk dirty when I'm hanging out with the other guys in the playground or in the gym. Does that mean if he's President, I can call Sally all those names that I can't use now because I'm too young. Did he pull the Grannie-Lady's hair or her whatever. I don't know what a whatever is but it's really important. And when he said -- I heard it on the news -- that he could get ladies to do anything he wanted them to do, I remembered that I saw in the back of Daddy's car magazine while we were driving last Christmas that there's something I can spray on me and a book that I can read that'll make the girls let me do anything I want, especially if I buy them something ... like a banana.

The Old White Guy said something about  furniture and other wooden stuff.

But what I liked most was what he said about what he did being not so bad as what Billy did. Billy must be really scary.

I keep telling you that the big kid, George, in Miss Irving's class kicked his lunch box at her and jumped all over the desks in class and you said it doesn't matter ... that I still can't kick my lunch box. What Billy did musta been really, really bad if it was worse than scaring Grandma-Lady, screaming at her for taking his guns away, and saying that no matter how big a dick he was, Billy was a much worse dick. By the way, Mommy. Is a dick what I think it is and did Billy really do all those things that we don't talk about when our Grandma is around to those other ladies who looked like Aunt Harriet? and who is Billy, anyway? I like it when Aunt Harriet holds me ... makes me feel all sleepy and awake at the same time.

So, You told me that it was not easy for little boys to understand what big people did but what was the Old White Guy talking about? And he said really bad things were gonna happen unless they let him boss around the Generals of the army in the White House's Locker Room (what's a locker room, Dad? Is that where we can say all the Letter-Words?) and choose some new bigger Genitals. He said that there are gonna be lots of bad people coming here, soon, and that they were going to make things all blow up unless he could send the Grannie to Jail and he could play the big Genital and act like his friend  Tootin' ... even though you told me ... both of you told me ... that I was never supposed to go tootin' my own horn. I think I know why his friend is called Tootin' ... He must toot his horn when his Mommy isn't looking.

So, Mommy, Daddy ... when I go to sleep tonight would you promise to stay with me and not put the lights out till I'm asleep. Please .... and can we say a prayer for the Grannie Lady, tonight.She looked pretty happy but he really looked like he was gonna jump on her back and beat'er up. So ...

Good Night Hilary 

Good Night Mommy and Good Night Daddy

Good Night Canada and Good Night USA

Good Night Big White Guy and Good Luck
Good Night Moon.

Some Final Pre-Debate Thoughts

Sitting in a hotel room 12 hours before the second debate with the room TV talking about nothing but a 70 year old delinquent who is commenting about how "the tape" doesn't represent who he is ... has a certain surreal quality about it.

As I've said many times, I have no entre into knowing much if anything about  DJT's psychological profile but the man has projected a certain set of images -- purportedly of his true self -- that are fair game in this election year. These are consistent with and common traits of certain folk who are often characterized as members of certain diagnostic classes that are often overlapping. 

Narcissistic Personality Traits .... Among the major healthful developments in the personality of a growing human is the move from the child who sees others only as they are related to the child, that is, with no subjectivity of their own. The young childs' others are need-satisfying objects that provide the child with needed resources for its own well-being and pleasure. The person who is guided by such principles of living does not experience as equally valuable the needs or feelings of others. They may love or hate themselves, or both. There is little or no capacity to empathize, that is, to understand that others have similar sets of motivations ... have similar connections to their own children, parents, gods and theories of the world. As a frequent companion of these traits are ...

Borderline Personality Traits ... Another healthful human development is the growing recognition in the child of the grayness of life ... Our feelings even towards those near and dear to us are a mixture of loving and angry feelings that tend to fuse into a view of that other as mostly good but having their own flaws and limitations. The less developed personality has two separate views of others ... a Good and a Bad. Typically, folk who have not adequately developed along this line will act out some minor faux pas, two which the Other will respond with some criticism or negativity. At this moment, such folk will over-react and see the other -- hitherto, as a Good -- as all Bad.  Such folk suffer with poor  and stormy interpersonal relationships. Note that the person who develops empathy (ie, recognizes the other as a Subject in Their Own Right) has room for the other to be flawed without seeing them as thoroughly sullied. Note, for instance, the switch of Gov. Christie from enemy to confidente and.    -- soon --  back, again. And as a frequent fellow traveler with these traits, we often see ....

Impulse Order and Disorders ... Children, too, learn to control their impulses and behaviors. From rules around eating and vacuating ... to the ability to share and cooperate with others, they develop a certain pride in that cooperative style of living, including the ability to glean pleasure by pleasing others with this manner of dealing with others. Grabbing women's crotches ... Tweeting at 300 am ... ...

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It is important to recognize that these personality anomalies are separate from those mental illnesses which either prevent the processing of reality or distort it or deny it. So, that, for instance, in the delusional and schizophrenic disorders, reality is changed for complex reasons ... some biologically based, perhaps. The person who has, for instance, a delusional disorder might believe that they are being followed by the NSA or someone with a schizophrenic disorder might hear voices that are telling them to do destructive things. People with personality disturbances have, instead, an inability or deficiency in controlling their behavior in relationship to others.

Not to glorify the mental illnesses, but in some sense someone who is being medicated for a schizophrenic disorder might well be more capable of relating and dealing with the exigencies of living and managing their authority, feelings and actions moreso than those suffering from these personality disturbances. Schizophrenics are, in this sense, potentially more suitable to assume positions with great authority than the caricature (whether it is indicative of DJT's actual personality or not) that Trump has painted for the Citizenry.

Whatever the state of DJT's mind,, his behavior projects all the disturbances of these personality anomalies. The repeated demonstration of an inability or disinterest in seeing others' pains ... the comments that suggest a similar inability to recognize empathically the suffering of other groups ... the viewing of the world as "with me or agin' me" ... the difficulty he projects in controlling his behaviors unless reading a script ... speak to all three of these personality and relational oddities ... and ... what to say? ... make the image of the Presidency that he projects a critically dangerous one.

If this breaks the Goldwater Rule and others argue that it is not justified by the Tarasoff Ruling that requires that I, as a mental health professional, warn others of potential serious danger ... what to say? I disagree sadly and strenuously.