Hold Your Nose and Stay Home

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Speaking at the Sneaker and Bible Hawkers Convention in Kiss-My-Butt, Arkansas, Donald Trump told Republican voters to stay home on election day if they’re going to hold their noses when they vote for him.

Wearing his signature, $399.00 “Never Surrender” Gold Hi Tops, Trump told the crowd, “I’d rather not have those people voting for me than having the media showing pictures of them with their thumbs and index fingers squeezing their proboscises while they’re pulling voting machine levers . It’s embarrassing! And as all of you are well aware, I’m not easily embarrassed.”

Trump then picked up one of  his $59.99 America-and-G-d-Vote-for-Trump Bibles, waved it high in the air, as if  he was an Evangelical preacher and ranted, “You know what people will think, when they see those pictures on TV? They’ll think I stink. They’ll think I wear diapers. They’ll think I don’t use Trump Cologne and Trump Underarm Deodorant. Some folks may think my policies stink or that my credit stinks or that my crude behavior stinks or that my brilliant ideas stink or that I have halitosis or worst of all that my money stinks. My money smells real damn good. My sneakers don’t reek. Even the gases that escape from my mouth and my asshole don’t stink. Flatulence, smatulence, my gases don’t smell. You can ask two of my three wives. They’ll tell you the truth.

If you can’t vote for me without holding your noses, stay home on November 5th. I’d rather lose to Biden than have people think I stink.

You know, I bet that the Dems will hire actors, dress them in MAGA outfits, and tell them to walk around polling stations holding their noses. The media will eat it up.  Now that’s Democratic stinkin’ behavior. I would never stoop that low.”

Trump raised his left arm, craned his neck in the direction of his armpit and proclaimed,    “G-D KNOWS I DON’T STINK!” Biden smells to high heaven but his supporters aren’t holding their noses.

Trump howled like a constipated banshee, “If any of you good sneaker sellers or bible thumpers what to take a whiff, come on up to the podium and have a smell. I promise you I smell as clean as an angel or Barbie’s bush.”

Since no one took the Donald up on his offer.

The ex-president closed his speech by pleading, “Folks, before you leave this convention, please remember to buy my sneakers and while you’re at it, buy one or more of my bibles. They make great Easter gifts. And most importantly, remember that when you vote for me to keep your damn fingers away from your noses.”

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March 31, 2024

Hotel California

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Album cover, “Hotel California” by the Eagles

The other day, Blake called and asked, “Dad, where should I stay on May 24th when I’m doing the Higher Path, We Need Rent Money 420 Tour in the Green Room in Sherman Oaks?”

“Blake, when I’m in the LA area, I recommend staying at the Hotel California. You’ll love it there.”

“Dad, why there?”

“Son, it’s the way they welcome you. Right from the start, when you get out of the car, the warm smell of colitas permeates your nostrils. It’s a lovely place, with a lovely face. At any time of the year, you can find plenty of rooms there. They actually do research on their guests before arrival. They know your tastes, your favorite music, foods and wine.

And when you get there, they announce your arrival by ringing the mission bell three times.”

“Why three times?”

“Because the number three is symbolic of success, creativity and passion.”

“Dad, that’s a classy touch.”

“And then a pretty blonde hostess greets you at the hotel doorway. She’s holding a lit yellow candle. She whispers, “Blake Laitner, award-winning movie director, welcome to the Hotel California.” Her soft voice melts your private parts. Her sexy body immediately makes you want to jump her bones. And as she escorts to you to your room, you walk down this long pink corridor, listening to the Eagles sing, “Welcome to the Hotel California, such a lovely place, with such a lovely face…”

“Blake, did you know that that 1976 song by Frey, Henley and Felder was awarded an Emmy. It’s regarded as one of the greatest rock songs of all time. And it’s guitar coda was voted the best guitar solo of all time?”

“Dad, everybody knows that.”

“And when that song ends, the next tune up is the theme song from We Need Rent Money sung by Sampson Ray Simon and Megan Johns.”

“WOW! Now I get what you meant about them doing their homework. This pad sounds awesome.”

“Blake, there’s more. When you enter the courtyard, a projector posts your movie’s poster—the one where the guy in the black tee shirt taking a long drag on a joint. And when you turn on your TV, on the screen there’s a plug for We Need Rent Money being shown at the Greenroom on May 24th.

“Super WOW! I love it.”

“And in that courtyard, a bunch of pretty boys are dancing—some to remember and others to forget. Then this bell captain in full uniform—wearing a double-breasted jacket with silver and gray epaulets and shiny silver buttons—brings you a bottle of red wine. He says, “This wine is called, The Spirit of 1969.” And on the wine label, you’ll notice a version of the We Need Rent Money movie poster. The poster with Jason Lava’s, Sampson Ray Simon’s and Malakhai Schnell’s stoned laughing faces. The one where their eyes are dancing to the music.

“Dad, you’ve convinced me to book a room at the Hotel California. I can’t wait to get there.”

“But Blake, my successful, creative and passionate son, remember, at the Hotel California you are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.”

Remembering the lyrics, Blake cracked up and said, “Goodbye Dad. I love you.”

  1. Thumbs up.—Donna
  2. Thumbs up.—Joanne
  3. Thumbs up.—Joan
  4. Thumbs up.—Jan
  5. Thumbs up.—Howard
  6. Thumbs up.—Frank
  7. Thumbs up.—Blake
  8. Thumbs up.— Bobby
  9. Thumbs up.—Bonnie
  10. Thumbs up.—Jim
  11. Great story. —Marieanne
  12. Joan Hornbeck
  13. One of Paul’s favorite groups (Allman Bros. top the list!) The memories of he and I making jokes, singing this song, blasting it in the car for all those years…? Priceless to me. You did a great job on this Pally!! ❤
  14. Perry, Thanks for sharing. Mort
  15. Thumbs up.—Joel
  16. Thumbs up.—Rosalyn
  17. Thumbs up.—Zeny
  18. Thumbs up.—Laurie
  19. Thumbs up.—Sandra
  20. Thumbs up.—Rita
  21. Thumbs up.—Edward
  22. Thumbs up.—Alan
  23. Nice.—Barbara
  24. Love it, Mort Too cool!—Ricki
  25. Thumbs up.—Gerri
  26. Thumbs up.—Johanna
  27. Thumbs up.—Jaz
  28. Thumbs up.—Jason
  29. Thumbs up.—Laurie
  30. Thumbs up.—Candice
  31. Thumbs up.—Aimee
  32. Thumbs up.—Edwin
  33. So clever and also so meaningful.—Aimee
  34. Thumbs up.—Marieanne
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March 27, 2024

Patriotism and Fear

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On Tuesday, November 5, 2024, I will cast my vote for President Joe Biden for two reasons:

Patriotism and Fear.

Yes, I’m devoted to and vigorously support the country I love.

Yes, I love voting and the democratic process.

Yes, I’m a patriot.

A patriot fighting as hard as I can to convince voters that our nation is in deep trouble, if the hater of democracy gets elected.

And yes, our country was founded on the belief that its citizens had the right to “Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.” Our Constitution was designed to “promote the general Welfare and secure the Blessings of Liberty.”

Well as a patriot, I’m fearful that Mr. Dictator-For-A-Day shall declare martial law and take my life and my possessions, steal my liberty and kill my pursuit of happiness.

For no slave is ever happy.

I doubt Trump knows the meaning of patriotism, or freedom, or liberty. Is he even capable of understanding their importance? For he’s only a patriot of greed bowing to the green pieces of paper folded in his wallet.

Trump wants, desires and demands the power to control how I act, what I read, what I write,  what I say and what I think.

He doesn’t understand or care to understand the sacrifices made by the military in support of our freedoms. They’re all suckers in President Bone Spurs book.

He doesn’t understand the families of veterans who have lost loved ones in war, or the wounded vet returning home disabled, or the life of a POW because no immediate member of his family ever served in the Armed Forces and he doesn’t give a shit.

He doesn’t understand the idea of serving to protect.

For he has never sacrificed anything in support of our great nation and never will.

But he does know how to mock and laugh at the handicapped.

I saw him do it on TV. He thought he was so funny in his cruelty.

I guess when he laughs at others with problems, he’s in pursuit of his right to happiness.

And cruelty makes him happy.

Whether it’s physically battering women or making them perform sex for money.

What a cruel man.

And there are many people who get off on watching him be cruel.

Does he really believe he should have the liberty and the freedom to rape women?

Yet this man who was blessed with wealth and with liberty enjoys taking it away from others.

Watch him smirk when he talks about taking away a woman’s right to choose.

His face says it all, “I’m in my happy place. Who gives a shit about a pregnant woman who has to make the toughest decision of her life?”

I fear he will lead this nation into civil war or a nuclear war or down the road of financial disaster. And as if Nero, he will fiddle as the American empire collapses.

For he’s not a smart man.

Trump raps himself in the flag, but he can’t hide his love of authoritarian regimes where those seeking freedom are housed in prisons or are murdered.

I fear a candidate who hides classified documents in his bathroom.

I fear any candidate who discloses top secret info to our enemies.

I fear a liar who claims to be a patriot and watches people die during his insurrection and does nothing.

For I fear an evil man.

Yes, patriotism and fear will get me to the polling station on November 5th and I will vote for a smart, kind and honest patriot—Joe Biden.

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March 7, 2024