47 Things More Pleasant Than Trump 47

47 Things More Pleasant Than  Trump 47

47 Things More Pleasant Than Trump 47

Editor: I have been avoiding the TV news recently; because his name, the sound of  his voice, his tweets, his quotes are the rantings of a demented old geezer that ‘otta be in a forensic unit at the Florida State Hospital instead of pretending to run the 21st century government of the United States. Before Trump sank into the depths of a terrifying dementia he was a thieving grifter who had fooled a lot of people for a long time. He has no respect for the law because he has always broken it and gotten away scot free while making huge sums of money. Now he is scamming the United States government for a whole bunch of cash for those who will claim false prosecution. Only in America. Holy fuck, what a terrible epitaph for this once glorious country. So with all that said, here’s Cate again with a few things she would much rather hear about than Donald Trump.

By Cate Rees-Hessel

 

47 is the worst excuse for a “president” ever…and I mean E-V-E-R. So with said, here are 47 Things I think are more pleasant than Donald John Trump

  1. A peanut butter and pickle casserole – I will never call “The Donald” president
  2. Stepping on a screw
  3. Gastric disturbance
  4. The fragrance of a garbage truck
  5. Cotton mouth – I will never call “The Donald” president.
  6. Extreme physical pain
  7. A root canal without Novacaine
  8. Cockroachs – I will never call “The Donald” president
  9. Stomach flu
  10. Food poisoning
  11. COVID – I will never call “The Donald” president
  12. Poison Oak and Poison Ivy
  13. Dog poop – I will never call “The Donald” president
  14. Toilet back-up
  15. A sewer back-up
  16. A rectal exam – I will never call “The Donald” president
  17. Sink holes
  18. Razor burn
  19. Rat infestation – I will never call “The Donald” president
  20. Nails on a chalkboard
  21. Cellulite
  22. Stubbing a toe on pointy heavy furniture – I will never call “The Donald” president
  23. Crepie skin
  24. Being mooned by a stranger, or anyone for that matter
  25. A flasher in the produce aisle of the grocery store – I will never call “The Donald” president
  26. A flat tire during a rain storm
  27. Losing water pressure while showering
  28. Black ice – I will never call “The Donald” president
  29. The stirrups, if you are female
  30. Turn your head and cough, if you are male
  31. A kick in the balls – I will never call “The Donald” president
  32. Irritable Bowel Syndrome
  33. Cleaning up hairballs from the sofa
  34. Spending the night in a haunted house – I will never call “The Donald” president
  35. A clogged drain
  36. Arriving at the water park to discover someone threw up in the pool
  37. Finding a dog accident the hard way – I will never call “The Donald” president
  38. A can of warm soda or beer
  39. Running out of toilet paper
  40. A dead battery in subzero temperatures – I will never call “The Donald” president
  41. A gas gauge on E when you are running late
  42. A sprained ankle
  43. My in-laws – I will never call “The Donald” president
  44. A traffic citation
  45. Finding a fly in your soup
  46. The laugh of a hyena – I will never call “The Donald” president
  47. Creepy clown with orange hair – oh wait, that IS “The Donald”…

Worst Stocking Stuffers for 2025

Worst Stocking Stuffers for 2025

Worst Stocking Stuffers for 2025

 

By Cate Rees-Hessel

 

  1. Matchbox Tesla
  2. A chunk of the demolished White House East Wing, signed by “The Donald” himself
  3. Trumpy Bear
  4. An autographed photo of JD Vance
  5. Donald Trump CD, featuring his rendition of “If I Only had a Brain”
  6. Donald Trump CD, featuring his version of “What a Fool Believes”
  7. JD Vance CD, featuring “The Sidestep” from “The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”
  8. MAGA cap made in China
  9. Nude photo of Melania
  10. The Epstein Files on DVD
  11. At-home colon test kit (even though this administration is full of it)
  12. Donald Trump toilet paper…no, wait, I want to find this in my stocking…
  13. The government shutdown mini-Monopoly game
  14. Anything autographed by Elon Musk, especially a Cybertruck
  15. Signed copy of the “Big Bad Bill”
  16. Signed copy of Project 2025
  17. Two pack of signed Trump golf balls (those are the only pair of balls he has ever had)
  18. Repotted bush from the White House Rose Garden
  19. Grab bag from any of the Mar-A-Lago bathroom boxes
  20. A pair of the tacky, cheap, homemade by Karen’s beaded earrings depicting “The Donald” left over from Trump’s campaign
  21. Melania bubble bath – she needs all the washing she can get
  22. Jokers wild card game
  23. A get out of jail free Monopoly card signed by the orange monster
  24. Donald Trump clown red shade Hair Club for Men wash in color
  25. ”The Donald” Unhappy Meal, with your choice of a non-action figure Republican

An OMG Christmas Newsletter

An OMG Christmas Newsletter

 

 

An OMG Christmas Newsletter

By D.S. Mitchell

 

Too Many Days

I know all years, except for Leap Year, have 365 days.  So, why does 2025 feel like it’s got 750 days? Never mind; I figured it out on my own. Donald J. Trump’s in office and it feels like every ‘friggen day has somehow been virtually stretched and twisted until it feels like two.

How Much Bullshit is Too Much?

My memories of Trump’s first term are foggy at  best, but I think Trump wanted to takeover Greenland during his first administration and he continued the rhetoric into his second term. While deflecting the fallout from suggesting that we should make Canada the 51st state, I think  that’s when Trump started  demanding Google and all the map makers change the name of the Gulf of Mexico to the Gulf of America. Just meaningless distractions? I’m not so sure. The ramblings of a demented old man? I’m sure it’s some of that, but certainly not all of it.

Heritage Foundation

None of it makes sense; unless you believe in Project 2025. The deeper we move into Trump’s Alice in Wonderland world the more chaotic…the more numbing. Trump has signed more than 220 Executive Orders since retaking the White House, surpassing all previous records and raising major concerns about the abuse of presidential power. The Robert’s Supreme Court seems more than willing to grant Trump’s every wish. Is there no conscience? No justice? No honor? No fairness? Apparently, not. There seems to be no limit on the Heritage Foundation’s love affair with the Robert’s court and its willingness to drag us back to 1950, or 1850. A time when women bore children, lots of them, a time when a woman had no rights except those allowed by her father or her husband. A time when white children were sold into indentured servitude, when blacks were slaves. A time when none of us want to go back to unless you are white, male, and wealthy.

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Women of a Certain Age-Fall Edition

Women of a Certain Age – Fall Edition

Women of a Certain Age – Fall Edition

 

By Cate Rees-Hessel

 

Fall is here – a sea of pumpkin spice abounds, but if you are a woman of a certain age, fall memories are just a bit different…

  1. If your autumn recollections involve apple cider in a paper cup with fold-out handles, not a pumpkin spice latte, you might be a woman of a certain age…
  2. If you have memories of jumping into a mountain of leaves while raking and not worrying about smashing your cell phone…
  3. If fall fashions from your past include Peter Pan collared plaid dresses…
  4. If penny loafers with shiny copper pennies in the slots and argyle knee socks were part of your wardrobe staples…
  5. If you ever wore a plastic mask that made your face sweat, along with an acrylic one-piece costume for trick or treating – Barbie, Miss America, the Beatles, and Casper the Friendly Ghost were popular…
  6. If you ever had a Hoody-Doody costume…
  7. If you love a good hayride and know to tie an old plaid shirt around your waist before you sit down…
  8. If trunk or treat didn’t exist when you were in grade (or grammar) school…
  9. If an old sheet with two holes for eyes was your go-to Halloween costume, with the matching pillowcase to hold the candy…
  10. If your fall favorites include apple pie with cheddar cheese on top…
  11. If you recognize the scent of burning leaves…
  12. If you had a school Halloween party that included bobbing for apples…
  13. If you ever attended a Fall Fest in your neighborhood…
  14. If you know the lyrics to “Monster Mash”…
  15. If a Butterball turkey stuffed with homemade dressing not from a box, and mashed potatoes made from potato buds were front and center for your Thanksgiving dinner…
  16. If you never heard of tofu turkey and still don’t know what it is..
  17. If cranberries and apples in the slow cooker are still part of your fall cuisine…
  18. If you received a Sky Bar or Bit-O-Honey in your trick or treating ventures…
  19. If you know what a Sky Bar or Bit-O-Honey is…
  20. If you found Razzles or Pop Rocks in your trick or treat bag…
  21. If you ever had a red hard candy coated apple…
  22. If you ever broke a tooth on a red candy coated apple…
  23. If you watched the original “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” on broadcast television…
  24. If you watched the original Charlie Brown Thanksgiving on network TV…
  25. If while walking your dog you made a swish-crackle sound when autumn leaves flew through the air around you…
  26. If you attended the fall Sock Hop in a plaid skirt and twin sweater set…
  27. If you know what a Sock Hop is…
  28. If you weren’t afraid to eat the homemade treats in your trick or treating haul…
  29. If you went to the drive-in to see a movie on closing weekend…
  30. If you know what a drive-in movie is…
  31. If you watched the Macy Thanksgiving Day Parade in black and white…
  32. If you know Chuckles is not just a clown…
  33. If you know Mary Janes are not just back-to-school shoes…
  34. If you ever wore a candy pop necklace…
  35. If you know Dum-Dums are not referring to Republicans…

 

Happy fall, ladies of a certain age, no matter what the season, we always have style…

 

Worker’s Over Billionaires Protest

Worker’s Over Billionaires Protest

Worker’s Over Billionaires Protest

“All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent.”                                                                                                                                                  

By David L. Shadrick

This was our fourth protest in a season of protests. As usual Darlene, Vajra, John, and myself parked ourselves on our favorite bench under our favorite shade tree on 6th Street, Grants Pass, Oregon, kitty corner from the county courthouse. The turnout for the Worker’s over Billionaires rally was good, but not great.

I can also report that the opposition turnout, in deep red southern Oregon, was close to microscopic. I counted two rabid Trumpers in the crowd; one flipped me off and the other one, a jogger, stopped in front of my wheelchair and called me a “horrible person” and then accelerated his pace and headed to the safety of 7th street. Other than than those two events things were cool. We got lots of positive comments on our signs, in fact several folks stopped to take a selfie with me.

INDIVISIBLE came through with a new stereo system for our rally. It was cool being able to actually hear the speakers and some great music.  John and Vajra wandered through the crowd checking things out; they told us about a group way up on the other side of the street out of our field of vision that were causing a ruckus. It seems they wanted to protest FOR pedophilia. Holy smokes, I can see why that might cause a fight or two. I suspect they were just a bunch of Trump supporters being A-holes, trying to stir up some shit.

Despite the smaller size of the Labor Day protest in our little town, I will admit that in Grants Pass it was very hot and there were a lot of folks out of town for the last week-end get-away before school started.  With that said, we need to increase the pressure on Trump and his allies. We need to tell ‘ol Donnie Boy we are not going to stand for his masked thugs disappearing people from American streets, putting billionaires on the government dole when poor Americans are having health care and even food benefits snatched away. This isn’t ‘effin Russia, yet.

If these protests are going to have the intended impact they need to be getting bigger and bigger not smaller.  In my mind, turnout is imperative to keeping Trump’s attention. We can’t weaken or tire now; we have another 3 and a 1/2 years of  the Trump despot show. We can’t give in, give up or surrender to this lawless president and his corrupt allies; our freedom is literally at stake.

**Quote by Edmund Burke

I Can Hear Her Breathing

I Can Hear Her Breathing

I Can Hear Her Breathing

By Karen Tate

 

“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way.  On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.” – Arundhati Roy

 

When I read that quote for the first time, the breath caught in my throat and the hair stood up on the back of my neck as I remembered….

I had been invited to Wisconsin to present at a weekend workshop which turned out to be a more than wonderful experience.  I went thinking I was just going up there to teach women the workshop material, but the sharing and activities I participated in were a beautifully reciprocal dance.  Besides the bonding and the fun, issues I had never quite been able to banish from my psyche had dispersed in the safety of the ritual the night before and I was feeling light and open and gloriously happy and fulfilled.

As the weekend came to a close and the time to drive back to the airport was drawing near, I grabbed a few moments of solitary time behind the dormitory where we were staying located about 100 yards off serene and shining Lake Michigan.  Between the lake and the dorm, trees had been planted in a circle, with barely two to three feet of space between their trunks, and inside the circle was a bench.  I was drawn within the circle desiring a few moments of quiet contemplation in what felt like Nature’s embrace.

As I sat there, enjoying a cool breeze on my cheeks, glimpsing the reflection of the sun on the lake between the tree trunks before me, I suddenly realized I heard a rhythmic breathing.  In and out.  In and out.  Where was it coming from?  In my mind, I began a process of elimination.  I held my own breath for a few moments thinking perhaps here in this small space among this odd configuration of trees I was hearing the echo of my own breath, but no, it wasn’t me.  I looked around to make sure there was no one else there, perhaps just beyond my initial line of light.  No.

I wasn’t hearing the incoming tide of the lake.  I sat there mesmerized as I listened.   No, this sound was coming from this very spot where I sat.  Dare I even utter the next thoughts that crossed my mind?  In this circle of trees, it was as if  I were sitting within the body of Goddess and I was hearing Her breathing  This was incredulous, but I was going to go with it and  just listen, feel, and  receive. I soaked in the magic of this sacred place.  The hair stood up on back my neck and arms.  I felt that familiar cold chill up my spine and my tears turned into sobs of joy.  What an emotional experience!

In hindsight, many of us might speak in metaphor, as perhaps the novelist and activist Arundhati Roy is speaking above, about Gaia or the coming new paradigm of the Sacred Feminine, but this was different.  This experience went beyond metaphor or even feeling inspired in some natural landscape.  This wasn’t merely equating the ebb and flow of the ocean tides with Her breath as we attempt to personify Her and embrace Her mysteries.  This felt as if it were another phenomena of a dimension I had yet to experience.  Was I crazy to even contemplate hearing the inhaling and exhaling…..of our Mother?  Well, sometimes we just have to shut off that left-brain and just feel Her incredible gifts!  Those few minutes sitting in that sacred grove near that beautiful lake will no doubt be some of the most profound and magical minutes of my life.   Thank you, Mother.  Thank you for that precious gift… I can hear you breathing!

Welcome to the Dog Fight

Welcome to the Dog Fight

Welcome to the Dog Fight

D. S. Mitchell

Elon Musk with his disgusting gestapo rhetoric, U.S. troops patrolling America’s great cities, the destruction of the CDC, the gutting of the EPA, destroying FEMA, and our public health system has lit a fire under a lot of complacent Americans. With the Big Ugly Bill it looks like the GOP took a huge step toward destroying federally funded health care in America. It looks like at least 10,000,000-16,000,000 people will lose their Medicaid coverage thanks to Trump and the oligarch’s running this country. Hopefully,  if we can elect a progressive/liberal House and Senate in 2026 we can turn this disaster train around.

I, like many of you, are so ‘effin tired, I just want to put up my feet, but now is not the time. It seems like I’ve been fighting the same battles  for the last fifty fuckin years. Some days it seems like Trump, in a mere 8 short months is on the precipice of destroying the backbone of this country, our laws, our environment, and our media. As I’m watching his travesty unfold I remember what President John F. Kennedy said about his core values and I perked up and finished calling my list of Democratic Senators and Congresspersons; urging them to keep up the fight. I tell them to take a page from California Governor, Gavin Newsome, and take it to the MAGA’s, challenge them every step of the way, don’t make anything easy. It’s a dog fight.

The JFK quote has been seen a million times, but it is worth another view.  If you are a liberal and are taking a breath, forget it. The GOP and all their ‘effing money are out to screw us all; we don’t have time to rest, or even take a breath. So get up, dust yourself off, drag the sign out of the basement, and hit the streets, the phone, or both. You can have a big impact if you make those Senate and House office phones ring.

So, my sweet liberal friends, gather courage from the words of one of our greatest presidents, “If by a ‘liberal’ they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reaction, someone who cares about the welfare of the people–their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights and their civil liberties–someone who believes we can break through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies abroad, if that is what it means to be a ‘liberal’ then I’m proud to say, I’m a liberal.”

Keep up the fight, the road will be hard and the results slow in coming, but with a determined heart we will reverse the Big Horrible Bill and protect health care and the social contract our government has with its citizens. Right now, I’m saying the words, but I’m not so sure the Good Guys are going to win; it’s going to be up to us to make sure the Good Guys win, but that means the Good Guys not only gotta show up but they gotta fight.

Republican Senators Joni Ernst (R IA), Tom Tillis (R NC) and Representatives Don Bacon (R Neb) and Dusty Johnson (R SD) see the writing the wall and have decided not to run for re-election. Hopefully, Maine Senator Susan Collins will also bail on another term. My God the woman is 72 years old. Is married to a lobbyist and appears to have Parkinson’s Disease. Another six years and she’ll be nearly 80 years old. Please America, let’s retire these people; five terms in the senate is enough! It is time to youth up the Congress. I say that whether they are Democrat or Republican. We need term limits. Term limits in the Congress and the Supreme Court should be a high priority if the Dems can take over the Congress in 2026.

I’m hitting the streets on Labor Day with my crew to make some noise. Rallies will be taking place all over the country. The topic of the protest: Workers Over Billionaires. After a couple hours of shouting and banging my drum I’ll go home and do a taco bar with my friends and fellow protesters; probably with at least a couple rounds of  Margueritas. Have fun and keep the protests loud.

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Memories and Monarchs

Memories and Monarchs

Memories and Monarchs

D. S. Mitchell

Sharing Something Beautiful

Today I am going to discuss a lovely short essay, by Jennifer S. Kushnier. I originally saw it printed in one of those little books you see at Hallmark card stores. You know, the kind. They are usually really small and have lots of cool art, quotes, short stories, or essays.

Anyway, this little essay by Ms. Kushnier  reminded me of my childhood. When I was a kid, even in city neighborhoods there were plenty of vacant lots, some were quite big, really open undeveloped fields where beautiful things happened. Thank you Jennifer, your piece was lovely and charming and brought back those childhood days as if they were yesterday.

Butterflies by Jennifer S. Kushnier

Jennifer began her essay with the lines, “All kinds of wildflowers prospered there, from ivory Queen Anne’s lace and purple Clover, to yellow Buttercups and Black-eyed Susan’s, to burnt orange Indian Paintbrushes and those light-blue flowers that seem to be so rare these days. To this field came dozens of butterflies.”

Island Life

That little essay takes me to another time, a distant point in my childhood. When I too was very young. At that time my family lived on a dairy farm on a picturesque island. Sauvie’s Island is an amazing piece of land caught between the Willamette River and the Columbia River in NW Oregon, about 20 miles west of Portland, Oregon. Most of the island is a huge wildlife refuge with a few farms, even today, in this busy industrialized time.

Protect What We Love

I can remember when the birds would take to the air, and a sunny day went black. Today, on this protected island the sky will never be so full of birds that the sky is black with their bounty. How long before the Monarch’s will be gone forever, and the Wood Duck a mere memory? I think it is imperative that we challenge the Trump Administration at every turn as they push their fossil fuel agenda. It is dangerous for the environment. A threat to wildlife, a risk to our water supply. The gutting of the EPA could potentially poison everything we know and love. If you love the sight of a Monarch butterfly in flight, if you love the sound of a woodpecker, if you love the beauty of a Wood Duck floating on a pond, if you love the sight of an Eagle on the wing, you are not alone. Please, stand up, speak out, and stop the threat to all the wild places by the fossil fuel pushing madman, Donald Trump.

Thank you Jennifer S. Kushnier. I have tried to find you but I have not seen anything else you have written, but this little piece was just perfect.

JOHN LEWIS GOOD TROUBLE PROTEST

JOHN LEWIS-GOOD TROUBLE PROTEST 7/17/2025

JOHN LEWIS-GOOD TROUBLE PROTEST 7/17/2025

Editor: As I’ve said before, Grants Pass, Oregon, has for the last decade been a hot bed of MAGA nonsense, but since Trump’s re-election there’s been a lot less hysterical furor and mindless screaming, less red hats, less oversized pickups with giant banners and their requisite over-sized Trump flags. For me, all I can say is thank goodness. I hope the fever for this guy is finally breaking. Hate is not an admirable quality and Trump has taken this country to an ugly place. Give us back MLK, JFK, LBJ, a vision of a better life for all of us, not a chosen few. Give us back common decency. The turnout for the anti-Trump protests have been big all across the country, even in our town of 36,000 the number of protestors has been impressive. The following is an article by my friend Dave about our  recent experience at our fourth protest demonstration in the last 6 weeks. D.S.M.

By David Shadrick w/D.S. Mitchell

I was hot and excited to be at the John Lewis protest march. I was hot because it was 102 degrees. I was excited because I was causing “good trouble.” As usual, Darlene and John and I arrived with our collection of signs, drums, horns, and water bottles. We did not do the march because I’m a fat man at 275 pounds and no one wants to push me in my manual wheelchair the 1.2 miles from the courthouse on 6th street to Riverside Park, even on a cold day.

We get to the 7th street bridge (over the Rogue River) at 5:oo pm, where we joined an already sizeable group of like minded folks carrying signs, banners and flags. Darlene was all happy faced. We fit right in. We found a spot in the shade and joined the demonstration. I began waving my trustee ‘8647’ sign, Darlene had her ‘I like my I.C.E. crushed’ sign, and of course John had his drum and goat horn, and a sign about clowns and crowns.

We waved and hollered at cars  for the next hour, receiving hundreds of honks and thumbs up signs in  return with only a very rare middle finger salute.  In fact, the Trump support was miniscule; like I said there were only a couple of the middle finger salutes.

It must have been close to 6:00 pm when the protesters from uptown met up with us waiting at the bridge. The word was that there was music, speeches, and popsicles waiting down by the river. In disability language that means  deep in the park, “unreachable.”  Slowly the crowd on the bridge began to follow the marchers as they moved into the park, headed to the river

Our little group stayed behind as die hard stalwarts waving our signs on the bridge while most everyone else migrated to the area in the park where they were serving up music and speeches. Quite honestly I didn’t have the heart to ask John to push my wheelchair with me in it down the hill and then in an hour or two, ask him to try to roll me back UP THAT HILL to where our car was parked.  I got the fish eye from Dar when I asked if she wanted to trek down to the river with the other protesters. So with the crew in agreement we headed home for pizza and a couple hours of debriefing.

Here in Grants Pass with each new Trump protest we are seeing fewer and fewer Trump enthusiasts. There was an A-hole in an oversized white pick up truck that delighted in expelling black smoke as he passed the crowd, but even he only came around twice. Fortunately his smoke attacks were ineffective. That was the total pushback the local Trumper’s could muster,  I take that as good news.

Be ready to make more good trouble. Thousands of people are mobilizing for a National Day of Action against Donald Trump and his extremist administration. There are hundreds of planned “Rage Against the Regime” protests scheduled for the first weekend in August.”50 Protests,50 States, One Movement aka 50501.

 

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