Dear leader is spinning around like a turd in a commode. Even the fly on the wall is saying, “I’m outta here.” It is so difficult to separate wheat from chaff that most of us will eat white bread in spite of all reports that white bread just ain’t good for us.

Sadly, many Americans are feeling the bloat from a diet of Trumpism. Many of those are farmers, and many more are government employees. And yet, many Americans do not feel any connection to these people and their stories of fear of losing everything because they work but have no pay. Disconnected. The fatal flaw of our society that dear leader understands better than anyone and has used to his despicable advantage.

No collusion! I am beginning to think there may be truth to this. Think about it. Friends get together and share all kinds of secrets and jaunts and escapades and three day runners. It’s good to be with one’s chums. Most of the antics are seat of the pants, but every so often, an adventure materializes that is so epic that a degree of planning must take place. Now, can we seriously consider that collusion? And sometimes buddies get together just to have a beer, get drunk and ogle anything with a heartbeat. During these “meetings” all manner of topics are discussed. Some of these conversations may survive the hangovers.

Trump and Putin. A couple of chums? Perhaps. Dear leader seems to think so. And what’s wrong with getting along with Putin, dear leader has asked. And when you put it that way, you know, it doesn’t sound bad at all. Unless, of course, you are just not paying attention. A sucker born every minute is the essential element to the success of this bait and switch. The dissembling of democracy will not happen in a day, a week, a month or a year and not with any fanfare. We will not notice it happening at all until the fateful day when the deed is done and the jig is up. An orchestra has many musical elements which when working together are not independently discernible. But begin removing pieces and suddenly the flute is right in your face inescapable. Wow…didn’t realize that flute was so damn loud.

So perhaps the idea that politics makes strange bedfellows is incredibly revealing. Literally and figuratively. The connection between Trump and Putin is not a benign buddy frolic. And in this particular liaison it seems there is some dominatrics in play.  If you haven’t heard about “50 Shades of Gray”, you may be under a rock and, not unlike dear leader, clueless. Porn on an international scale. Creepy. Remember, dear leader proclaimed love for Kim Jong Un, but no one took him seriously. Maybe we should have.

Because the way he defers, the way he glances and then glances away, the way he smiles and cajoles, seriously…. Trump is in love with Putin! OMG.

Sick on an epic scale. Deviance without depth. Narcissism, egocentrism, misogyny, flim flam, Ponzi scheme, shell game, and loaded dice. Remember, it takes a special kind of stupid to bankrupt a casino. Pee tape. He should welcome some fake news, our dear leader. Buzzfeed. Please, just stop. If you cannot produce the smoking gun with the spent bullets, you are out of your depth. “Your favorite president”. He doesn’t need any assistance in maligning the media.

Beware the steaming divots.