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Little Ricky / John R. Hall
Little Ricky / John R. Hall

“I read the news today, oh boy….”

From Big Sur, California, the news was red, hot; it seared, and all but killed “the Dreamers” and ruined my perfect view of the Pacific Ocean. The Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA), founded and expanded on by Presidential Executive Orders, both of which were brought forth from President Obama’s administration in 2012 and 2014, respectively, and which were put in place and strengthened to protect victims, who, through no fault of their own, were suffering consequence for the actions of others. The victims in need of protection are children, and the actions which placed them in Uncle Sam’s crosshairs came from well-intended parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, brother, sisters, and primary caregivers. The crime that those guardians saddled the DACA children with is simply the high crime and misdemeanor of yearning to be a free American citizen and to be part of the huddled masses who since the inception of America have streamed into and upon our shores and delivered to us a more Perfect Union.

Shame on them!

President Trump has again trumped his own insanity and insensitivity and again has Made America Less Great. He reversed President Obama’s DACA Executive Orders and started the countdown clock on a political time-bomb to be detonated on those who cannot defend themselves. In doing so he has played right into the hands of the racial tendencies of the Right White Christians, of the white supremacists and of the neo-Nazis. Those three goonish groups are now collectively known as the Charlottesville Triad. But Mr. Trump had no choice, really. If he wants to keep his dwindling and embarrassing approval rating of just 35% of adults approving of his shenanigans stable, he must deliver on something. So, now he’s going after the most vulnerable, the most law-abiding people trapped in America’s immigration mismanagement system. To insure swiftness, he has unleashed the unabashed U.S. Attorney General (AG) on the kids: one Jefferson “Jeff” Beauregard Sessions.

Jeff comes from a family so proud of its Southern Heritage that naming him after just one of the defenders of slavery was insufficient, so they named him after two of the buggers. This Thanksgiving at Plantation Sessions, there will surely be belly busting chuckles as they envision the deportation of the Dreamers, while eight hundred thousand points of lights are extinguished and visions of the South Rising Again flash in the minds of the President and of the AG.

Steve Bannon is surely ordering unabated celebratory rounds of doubles now. Who can blame him? He once held a seat on the Presidential National Security Council, had unfettered access to, as Hillary put it: Putin’s puppet, and roamed the White House halls like a wild boar bearing down on its prey. I’d be ordering triples if I found myself in just one of the banished Bannon’s shoes, along with antifungal foot creams, sprays and powders. Hell, I’d even score some super antibiotics … one can’t be too safe when it comes to Trump’s Staff infections.

With President Trump’s reversal of President Obama’s DACA Executive Orders, he has again been caught in the spotlight. And as always when President Trump gets caught like a deer in the headlights, in true Reaganesque fashion, he claims his hands are tied and that he is doing it to help the very people he is hurting. He must have paid close attention to:

The West Wing (“Indians in the Lobby”; original air date 21 November 2001), [where] political operative Bruno Gianelli (Ron Silver) explains that public reaction to negative information can be swayed by its presentation and demonstrates his point by regaling White House Communications Director Toby Ziegler (Richard Schiff) with a story about P.T. Barnum unloading a batch of unmarketable white salmon by advertising it as “guaranteed to not turn pink in the can” – Snopes.com.

What really sticks in my craw about President Trump’s latest political faux pas isn’t the fact that with no foresight, and with reckless abandon, he reversed DACA, but that he said, “I have a great heart for the folks we are talking about, a great love for them [the Dreamers, DACA’s children].”

For the record Mr. President, you love only yourself. You don’t even love your wife, as evident by your 2005 so-called locker-room banter with the small-spine Billy Bush on the Access Hollywood bus which occurred soon after your wedding to Melania, when she was still classified as a newlywed.

When speaking about Nancy O’Dell on that bus Mr. President, you said: “I moved on her like a bitch. But I couldn’t get there. And she was married. Then all of a sudden, I see her, she’s now got the big phony tits and everything. She’s totally changed her look.”

To top that, while waiting for Arianne Zucker to arrive for your segment on the Access Hollywood show Mr. President, you said: “I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know, I’m automatically attracted to beautiful — I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything … Grab ’em by the pussy.”

Love, honor, commitment, a heart, Mr. President? You have no clue what those words mean. I will give you this though, you do love your daughter, but in a sick, perverted way. That’s the only love you know.

How many kinds of sick do you have to be to look upon your own daughter with lust? You said on The View: “If Ivanka weren’t my daughter, perhaps, I would be dating her.”

Then, in a 2004 interview with Howard Stern, you said, “My daughter is beautiful, Ivanka,” to which Stern interjects, “by the way, your daughter.” You finished Stern’s sentence by repeating “she’s beautiful.”

Then Stern interjects: “Can I say this? A piece of ass.” “Yeah,” you replied.

CNN uncovered and reported this 2006 appearance by you with Stern. Stern wanted to engage you over Ivanka’s breasts, he asked: “Did your daughter get breast implants?” “No, she didn’t,” you answered. “I mean, I would know if she did. The answer is no. Why, did she look a little more stacked?” You inquired.

How many kinds of corrupt, perverted, deviant, degenerate, debased, immoral, unprincipled, unseemly do you have to be to participate in a conversation about your own daughter’s sexual physique?

If it weren’t “so sad,” your presidency would be comical. A word to the wise Mr. President — as you try to play this whole DACA thing off as love and care and concern because you have an aching heart, and as you make a feeble attempt at expressing hope that Congress “will be able to help” the young immigrants after you moved to end the Obama-era DACA program shielding Dreamers from deportation — P.T. Barnum supposedly said, “You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all of the people all of the time.” That has actually been attributed to Abraham Lincoln (don’t worry Mr. President, someone, somewhere in the White House will be able to clue you in on who Honest Abe was. Start with the kitchen staff, they’ll surely know).

And so, Mr. President, from Big Sur, California, without any love for you or your cronies, I will now sign off, but only until your next grandiose self-aggrandizing fiasco. Until then, I remain,

A Patriot of the First Degree … see you tomorrow.

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John R. Hall is a James Copley Scholarship for Journalism recipient. John studied Journalism, Psychology, Communications & Drama at City College, San Diego, California. John has traveled through life as a rolling stone, collecting little moss. He has been employed in numerous industries: first as a soldier in the U.S. Army, then as an entertainer practicing comedy and magic, a transportation driver, a bar tender, a hotel manager, a street performer, a professional student, an oil field professional, a writer and a publisher and an editor, a procurer of substances, and as an IT/IS professional. He is the founder, publisher, financier, editor, writer, web developer and server sysop for both HuntingForThompson.com and HALLESQUE.com. All of that basically makes John an Omnipotent ... in his own mind, which is all that counts!

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