What I post on this blog is always intended to be funny while ridiculing Donald Trump. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
I could write jokes by the time I was twelve-years-old. I ended up writing and producing sitcoms for over thirty years. TV burns up material and burns it up fast. To succeed in that field, you have to have the ability to be funny on demand. Comedy has always come easy for me.
I had a funny/silly post, all outlined, that I planned to write and post. But after Trump in Helsinki on Monday, this might be the first time in my life when I find myself unable to be funny.
Today, bright colors aren’t, and nothing feels or tastes good.
Trump doesn’t live in a swamp. It’s a cesspool.
At this moment, I really don’t know if I’m more enraged or heartbroken.