What's Donald Ducking?

Liz Cheney is going to support Kamala, how fabulous is that. Makes me so happy. She is courageous and has a moral core. She, my kind of republican, actually, she unlike all those cowards who are MAGATTS, is a real republican, the kind with whom you can disagree in a civil conversation.

Yesterday we were supposed to be in Rome. The captain tried and tried but the weather conditions were too awful so we had to skip that port and pasta a da gino. Boo hoo. The good news (as opposed to we couldn’t go to Rome) is that we arrived in Naples and were able to find our way to the cafe and Pizza place we were instructed to find. It wasn’t the reservoir tavern but it was pretty good.

Talk about being big as a house, oh we weren’t, well I am. And I’m not going on a diet anytime soon. This is too much fun. The meals, the sweets, (including high tea) I’m even eating fruit that’s not frozen in heavy syrup.

I was reading my Facebook messages and I saw that David Fisher commented on the political chickens without actually mentioning me. The chickens were my creation during the Clinton/Bush years because Bush wasn’t going to debate.

So based on the chickens during the Lindsay campaign it was agreed that our small group of mischief makers would send people in chicken costumes to Bush events. We were never disrespectful and we didn’t disrupt the event. The chickens were just supposed to be seen by the press. And they sure were. After the first chicken appeared there were chickens popping up all over the country. The Lindsay people used real chicken and it was a little bit of a disaster.

Once Bush decided to debate we transitioned to other costumed characters all of whom sent a message. Like witch George Bush? You get the picture. President Bush who was a great guy even handed one of my chickens a note that said “what you are doing is in the best spirit of American politics just don’t work too hard against me”.

Can you imagine what Trump would say or do?

He’d probably roast the chickens at one his silly properties. We tried to do that with Trump and ducks but the DNC didn’t understand the difference between a protest and a message.

So we disbanded but first we made a video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7dJMGdR1gw

So Here We Go: "So You Think You Can Be President? Who Doesn't?"

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“I can’t control what other people do.” That’s what McCain said today when asked if he would admonish people who said despicable things about Obama. (These are not direct quotes but I put them in quotes because it’s what I would do if I was writing fiction and someone said something worth quoting.) What does “I can’t control or I can’t stop them” mean? It means the general election will be very ugly. David has been with McCain for a day and a half and he says “this guy will be very hard to beat.” That’s actually a direct quote. Every four years a few elected officials decide they want to be President of the United States. And every four years political junkies, sign on to a campaign and try to try to get them elected. Sometimes the people surrounding the candidate have high ideals and a centered moral core. Sometimes the campaign staff and consultants are a little too Machiavellian for my taste. The end cannot justify the means when the end means the we are left with a lie. I am

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