A Noteworthy Crime

I will remember the alleged assault was supposedly unproven.

The actions by which he is being judged today are the lies he presented to the nation —broadcast live on TV — accented by obnoxious, disrespectful behavior.

Today there are millions of witnesses to that display.

At the very least his falsehoods and reprehensible behavior are what make him unfit to serve on the Supreme Court.


Donald Trump Denies 3000 Deaths


This time Mr. Trump cannot use lies to get out of a bad situation; in fact, his lies are making it worse.

3,000 American citizens died and an American president denies it happened.  This is exactly what will be written in history books,

In his own words:

Donald Trump Twitter

“3000 people did not die in the two hurricanes that hit Puerto Rico. When I left the Island, AFTER the storm had hit, they had anywhere from 6 to 18 deaths. As time went by it did not go up by much. Then, a long time later, they started to report really large numbers, like 3000…”

“This was done by the Democrats in order to make me look as bad as possible when I was successfully raising Billions of Dollars to help rebuild Puerto Rico. If a person died for any reason, like old age, just add them onto the list. Bad politics. I love Puerto Rico!”

Deporting Hispanic Citizens

“Kevin Sieff of The Washington Post reported this week that a growing number of Latino citizens in Texas were having their citizenship questioned and being denied passports.

“The Trump administration,” Sieff writes, “is accusing hundreds, and possibly thousands, of Hispanics along the border of using fraudulent birth certificates since they were babies, and it is undertaking a widespread crackdown.”

It is a chilling story, and it’s one that should not be allowed to disappear amid all of the tumult of Trump’s presidency. I can’t think of anything as profoundly un-American as denying rights to citizens based on their ethnicity.”
—- New York Times

When You Are Old


When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;


How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;


And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.