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Let’s be honest.  Unless something drastic happens in the next eleven months Donald Trump is gonna win re election in November 2020.  He simply is NOT beatable…..at least not yet.  Wanna beat him?  Everything you need to know can my learned by observing Trump and his political machine.

First of all you are NOT gonna out Trump….Trump.  Forget about it.  He also has established himself on social media.  He owns Twitter.  The only question I wanna know is how many people are in charge of his Twitter account?  Ya know he’s not tweeting these himself, right?  So….how do ya do it?

First thing ya do is use his brand against him.  Make him a bully.  Everyone hates bullies.  No one enjoys being bullied.  Parents fear this for their kids and remember when they had their underwear pulled up the crevice of their buttocks because they played the violin in orchestra.  Parents vote.  Why would ya vote for a bully?  Make people believe they shouldn’t confuse anger with leadership.  People are stupid.  People will believe what you tell them.  This is the reason why companies advertise.  The free will and opinions of others can be influenced by money and marketing.

Next thing ya need is the running mate.  This is crucial.  Gotta be a female.  Even better if it’s a minority.  That opens ya up to playing the race card against the “Old White Guys.”  That’s the way you brand the GOP 2020.  A bunch of old, rich white guys.  Show up at the convention with the grumpy old men from “The Muppets.”  I think this strategy has a chance.

I’m gonna vote for Trump but after reading what I wrote….I’m not sure I even like the guy.  One thing I think we can all agree on is the political process has changed.  It’s not really an election it’s more of a reality show.  I think that’s all the motivation anyone needs to take the next eleven months to inform themselves of the issues and candidates and exercise their right to vote.  Thanks for reading.

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Another day and another thing our President says, does or Tweets is called “Offensive” or “Rude” or “Not Presidential.”  It’s getting old and I’m confused by why people are shocked by anything this man says or does.  He’s not politically correct.  He’s not one to compromise.  Sometimes he may come off as caustic and brash.  Where’s the news here?  This behavior and the Trump brand was spelled out for all of us to observe in his 1987 best-seller “The Art of the Deal.”

President Trump has penned over ten best selling books.  “The Art of the Deal” is the one you should read.  It’s the perfect business model of who Donald Trump is, what he believes and how he conducts business.  He knows the laws.  A lot of laws on the books today are stupid.  Trump seeks these out, exploits them, finds the loopholes that will give him the advantage and then plays his hand.  He likes to walk out of meetings if you aren’t serious about making a deal.  He’s a freak about trust.  You’re either on Team Trump or you will be on the outside looking in.  Sound familiar?  That’s who he was in 1987, that’s who he was when he won the Presidency in 2016 and that’s who he is today.

I understand if ya don’t like the guy.  Sometimes he says things that leave even his greatest supporters saying “Oh boy…..”  Sometimes he says things that causes people to say “Did he have to say it THAT way?”  The answer is “yes.”  That’s just the way he operates.  At least there isn’t much grey and ya know how he feels.  Sure it stings.  Yes it’s uncomfortable.  If your not happy with the way your 401-K is blowing up, the surging stock market and the record low unemployment….you do have an option.  Circle Tuesday, November 23, 2020 on your calendar and vote him out.  Thanks for reading!

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I’m a pretty lucky guy.  I’m fifty-six years old and my mother is still alive and well.  I found out today we will be together for Christmas and that’s the greatest gift I could ever ask for.  Mom lives in West Palm Beach and is in the process of moving back here to Cleveland.  A lot of people do that when they have the gift of time.  They finally figure out what truly matters in life…..and that’s family.

I was like most kids.  Christmas is a day of gifts.  Christmas is fun.  Christmas is a bunch of free stuff that I will probably break in the next two weeks.  As an adult I wasn’t much better.  Christmas was stressful.  Lists to fill.  Gifts to buy.  People to impress.  I threw money at these problems.  They were solved.  I still felt empty and alone.

Let’s fast forward to today as the reality of life has begun to set in.  Christmas is a celebration of life, opportunity and salvation.  Of course my mother drives me crazy and raises my blood pressure.  That’s what mothers do.  They know how to hit your hot spots because THEY installed them.  We both made it another year.  There will be a Christmas one year when we won’t be able to say that.  It is my greatest fear my friends.  As I said at the beginning….I’m a pretty lucky guy.  I don’t need a gift.  I don’t need a fancy meal.  I’m gonna have a Merry Christmas.  I hope you do as well.

 

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Many fear those on the outside but I am afraid of those here on the inside.  Let me explain.  I am a Libertarian.  I am not a fan of government at all.  I pay my taxes.  I legally own and open carry my firearms.  I am responsible for my own personal safety and protection.  I wish to be left alone.

In 2016 I voted for Donald Trump and in 2020 I will vote for him again.  I truly believe that the future of this great nation and the roots of the U.S. Constitution are at stake.  Unemployment is at a record low.  People have better paying jobs and it has become an employee’s market again.  Everyone’s 401-K has exploded.  The left will tell you that world leaders are laughing at us but I believe they now fear us and they SHOULD.  I don’t want my leader to make friends.  I want him/her to let the other nations know that the free ride and handouts are over.  We’re running a country here.  Your not an audience member at the Oprah show.

Don’t like Trump?  I get it.  What I don’t understand is how the Democrats can’t find a viable candidate in four years to rally behind.  They insist on regaining “control” of the White House by looking to impeach Trump.  Let’s be honest.  This will never get past the Senate.  I refer to this process as “pissing up a drape.”  I’ll pause a moment for you to enjoy the visual.  Now you know why I will pass on the opportunity to shake Nancy Pelosi’s hand.

So while your thinking of dropping three grand on a Peleton bike that will be under a mountain of clothes before St. Patrick’s Day just know there’s a war going on out there and stay away from sticky drapes!

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I was telling my shrink the other day how the person I hate in life is the person I was ten years ago.  If you believe that way of thinking then you can speculate that I am really dealing with learning how to stop hating myself.  I also find it interesting to note that I have become the person I used to laugh at and make fun of.

I’m fifty-five years old.  I’m figuring out what truly matters in life.  I used to think it was $180 jeans and $80 t-shirts.  Now I get excited when I can find Greek yogurt on sale for eighty-eight cents.  Make fun of me but if I buy ten of them I’ll pocket a buck twenty and you can put that towards your White Claw your spending five bucks on at some shitty bar with a bunch of plastic people that think they’ll make money some day by being an Instagram model.  I cut my own hair.  I like sweat pants and t-shirts.  I don’t really shave but I do run some clippers over my face every few days.  I don’t like silence and have developed a sort of verbal tic where I grunt for seemingly no apparent reason.  Trust me.  People notice.  Based on their reaction I will assume it is of great concern to them.  I enjoy it because it creates distance.  I’m not a big fan of people being in my personal space.  If you made it this far in my post you either find it fascinating or perhaps you may be considering a restraining order.  Both are logical.

So laugh all ya want.  Just know that one day you’ll understand.  I just hope you can figure out your journey and purpose faster then me.

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I haven’t posted since May.  A lot has happened since then.  Some good and some bad.  My heart went into Afib in flutter and I had an ablation in September.  I have dropped fifty pounds and have developed a healthy diet.  I still deal with heart and digestive issues.  I usually see a different doctor every week.  I feel like I am a full time patient but let’s be honest:  I lived life in the fast lane and there is a high probability that all of this was self inflicted.

I’ve had a lot of time to think and reflect on who I am today and where I was in the past.  I moved fast.  I missed a lot.  I see it now and hope that it’s not too late.  I was caught up in things and situations that truly don’t matter.  The expensive jeans.  The VIP rooms.  The over the top dinners.  The list goes on.  You may feel important or satisfied at that moment but it’s only temporary.  In the end, there is no dinner, no rare bottle of wine or some flashy name brand that can provide you with what we should all truly be seeking:  a purpose.

I’m fifty five years old, an only child, divorced and no kids.  What is my purpose?  I’m not sure but I’m now motivated to find it.  Can you say the same?

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Are you missing it like most of the nation?  I watched several TV feeds this morning and everyone is talking about the Kentucky Derby and having Maximum Security  disqualified because of running into another horse.  Has anyone asked the obvious question?  Is this not fucking animal abuse to begin with?  I always say……run these wonderful animals up to the gate…..minus the jockeys…..ring the bell….have sex in the infield….have a mint julep….wear the hat….whatever…..ELIMINATE the jockeys and ya know what the horses will do when that gate is lifted?  Look for an apple!!!  Look for a telephone pole to piss on.  Look for a carrot….because that’s what horses do dammit.

Meanwhile we have an entourage of ships heading towards Iran, a military crisis in Venezuela that just has disappeared, Gaza Strip is missile war zone, and North Korea is back at it’s silly shit.  These are the stories we need to be concerned with but watch tonight how the mainstream media fawns over the Royal Baby.  I’ll be back in my bunker…..

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I am so tired of explaining this but it’s back in the news after Israel failed in landing an UNMANNED spacecraft on the moon this week.  I get ridiculed all the time I bring this up but I will NEVER trust our government.  We are told what we NEED to hear and are conditioned NOT to question what they tell us.  When is the last time that government got involved and it was good?  Part of my mantra is “trust is earned; not handed out.”  What has our government done to insure your trust?  Let me save you the effort…..NOTHING!  It’s a cesspool of corruption and self entitlements.  Look at everything the government has it’s hands on:  IRS, Social Security, Medicare, etc.  Fail…Fail….Fail.

Let’s look at facts:  Space Shuttle 135 missions to ORBIT the earth.  Shuttles Challenger and Columbia were destroyed during their mission and we lost fourteen astronauts.  The Apollo missions resulted in (sic) six moon landings between 1969-1972.  Now we wanna go back?  The moon race in the 60’s was a race between America and Russia.  We were in a cold war and needed a jolt of nationalism.  Why not go to the moon?  Have you ever been to a space museum and seen the capsule our astronauts returned to orbit in?  I’d feel safer in an AMC Pacer crashing into a pole.  Let’s look at this story in more detail.  This shitty capsule traveled 238,900 miles from the moon and then just drops in the ocean within miles of the awaiting Navy ship?  Is this a ten year old explaining who ate the last piece of cake to his mother?  It doesn’t sink.  It doesn’t burn up.  Astronauts are not impaled upon a remote control stick from an Atari that acted as their compass into the aforementioned ocean?  What the hell is going on here?  This makes absolutely no sense but I, the one that is calling bullshit, am looked upon as a nutball.  I just wanna understand why we need to go back if we have been there before.  Perhaps we never were there?  That makes a lot more sense than what our government has been telling us since 1969.  If you need me…..I’ll be in my bunker.  Thanks for reading.

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THE FRECKLEI give nicknames to everyone.  The greatest I have ever bestowed was “The Freckle.”  That was reserved for a freckled female that was my General Manager for my final years in radio in West Palm Beach.  I walked away back in 2011 and “The Freckle” was a big reason why I did so and have not come back since.

She was an interesting character.  First time as a General Manager and always sticking her nose into things she had no knowledge of and if her friends from church would say anything about the station during Sunday services it would be on the agenda Monday morning.  We were on a collision course.  Me and “The Freckle.”

I don’t play games.  I work hard and made the mistake of letting a job define me.  Some have called me “difficult” but that is a mask for someone that doesn’t appreciate anyone that is lazy.  I have no room in my life for lazy people.  If that makes me difficult then I will proudly wear that crown.  “The Freckle” did not like to be questioned.  You had to kiss her ring or you weren’t part of the tribe.  We were on a collision course.  Me and “The Freckle.”

I don’t like bullshit.  When it became clear to me that the Sheriff was corrupt and the TV/gossip columnist was an ass I took them on.  I have a big mouth and I really don’t care what people think.  That’s not how it was done in West Palm Beach.  The more you shoot your mouth off the more you become a target and I found that out the hard way.  The vermin came out of their holes and came after me.  One day I was falsely accused of something and of course all charges were dropped.  That didn’t matter to “The Freckle.”  Even though I was innocent and was basically a target of retribution by the Sheriff, she never stood by me.  I was off the air and banned from the station and all events.  When the truth was told, all charges dropped, I could see “The Freckle” steaming.  She had no choice to put me back on the air and why not?  I had solid number one ratings in all key demos.  The irony was that I was making “The Freckle” look good.  We were on a collision course.  Me and “The Freckle.”

Back in 2010 I told “The Freckle” the days of music are dead.  We need to do podcasts after the show.  It’s the biggest threat to commercial radio.  We need to drop all music in the morning and work harder on compelling content.  What did “The Freckle” do?  Ignored me and demand I play more music.  This arranged marriage was nearing the end.  “The Freckle” started to eliminate those that questioned her and wouldn’t kiss the ring.  The mental games had taken their toll on me.  My health was suffering and I had lost my edge and my confidence.  Long story short, I walked away from that toxic situation in early 2011.

Funny thing about history.  It will make you look like a prophet or a fool.  Today that morning show that replaced me is doing well.  They have a podcast after every show and they don’t play music.  I look at those days with “The Freckle” and I wondered why I waited so long to walk away.  I have so much more to share with you about “The Freckle”, but those stories will have to wait for my book.