10/20/2025

I never intended on writing this. I never intended on speaking on this. But here we are. The current political climate requires it. It is time to tell my story.

I am a white woman in the middle of America. I was born in the 70s and raised through the 80s. I was raised in a Christian church. I am a typical American woman.

I am married. I took my husband’s name. I have three grown children. I am a lawyer and a business owner. I am a typical aspiring American woman.

I raised my children to respect school; to be kind; to help others. I took them to church. I paid for music lessons, sports teams, and theater costumes. I raised my children as expected, like a typical American woman.

I cared about their grades. I made their Halloween costumes. I made gifts for their teachers. I checked their backpacks. I listened to their problems, and I guided them like a typical American mother.

Two of my children graduated in the top percentages of their high school class, and my youngest completed high school early. All three were leaders amongst their peers and liked. My children grew up as typical American kids.

I truly believed I was typical. I was normal. We were every family. We were just like everyone else. But, we are not. Because even though I was doing everything as a typical American woman, my story, my family’s story, is not typical. And even though we consider ourselves normal, typical, Americans, many citizens think we are not.

My parenting story began with 2 sons and 1 daughter. My parenting story continues today with 3 daughters. I have 2 adult transgender children. And, I am here to tell you, I have no idea how our typical American story changed. I just know it did.

My children did not share their truth with me until they were adults. My oldest transgender child was a shock. A shock to me, her father, our village that helped raise her, and most of the city that knew her. We were left scratching our heads.

My youngest transgender child made sense. Everyone knew there was some secret, we just did not know what it was. We expected to carry an LGBTQ flag, we just did not know for which letters. I had refused pink shoes from age 3.

My husband and I had agreed early on that we would accept and love our children no matter who they grew up to be. We had lived through the AIDS epidemic. We had lost people. So, the acceptance came quickly for us. For our friends, family, and village that helped raise them, we received every possible typical result.

I would be lying if I told you that I expected my story to turn out this way. I expected adult sons. I expected to see them as Dads. I expected to see them marry a wife and lead a family. My expectations were wrong. My expectations were typical American expectations, as I had raised, typical American children.

I would also be lying if I told you this was easy, that I did not grieve. I grieved the past. How had I missed this? How had I failed them? I grieved the names I had gifted them at birth. I grieved. I grieved my typical American expectations.

Once the changes settled, and we mastered their pronouns and names, we recognized that life really was not that different. The names of two of our children were different, but the people they were had not really changed.

My oldest adult transgender child is still an over achiever, a leader, beloved to those who meet her. The person you see that appears to have it all and can do anything. Success running to meet her at every corner. And she even has a loving relationship with a successful woman.

There was one big difference. My husband and I always had a feeling that she might take her own life. To look at her life, you would not see it, but we knew something was just not right. We never had weapons in the house, and we discussed reaching out if things got too hard trying to mitigate what we could not control. But we never could shake that feeling of her possible suicide.

That feeling is gone now. It was like a rainbow after the grief. I do not fear this woman taking her life. Now, I fear someone else out of ignorance taking her life. Not understanding, what we ourselves do not even understand and may never understand; why.

My youngest adult transgender child is more herself. She is more open. She laughs louder. She enjoys birthday parties, something she never enjoyed as a child. She smiles more and has found herself a leader in her new community, and she likes it. Her beauty shines. She too has a loving relationship with a successful person.

Our story rocked what I expected out of life. It rocked my typical American expectations, my vision of a typical American life. Something I had pursued from the start. But as each day goes by, I realize more that we are a typical American family, with a typical American life. It is just not the vision I had been taught. We, as Americans, had been taught.

I do not know why our story took the path it did. Someday, hopefully, we will have the complete research to explain this. I expect it will be how my body created them. But, I do know that my family pays taxes, we love each other, we want the best for our neighbors, we vote, and we hope for our futures just like typical Americans. So as much as our story is different and unexpected, it is a typical American story.

8/13/2025

Shinrin-yoku is a wonder drug. Discovered by the Japanese, it roughly translates to “Forest Bathing” in English. It seems to heal all the ailments caused by the modern world. You may need a lift from crushing depression or to come down from paralyzing anxiety. You could fear cancer or need something to cut through the stress. You may want lower blood pressure, help for your cardiac functioning, or to control your inflammation index. Surrounding yourself with nature and breathing in the trees may be the medicine that you need.

Forest bathing isn’t like taking a potent drug, it is taking a drug, or a mixture of drugs with excellent side effects. Trees give off chemicals called phytoncides that interact with the human blood stream. These aerosols, meant to deter pests like fungus, bacteria, and insects, have profound reactions with human physiology, enhancing our mood and invigorating our being in a thousand ways. The psychological and physical effects are real, and the list of benefits is huge.

Also, it feels amazing to breathe in some of those aerosols. There is no doubt that the “natural high” we get from being in nature, at least partially, comes from chemicals emitted by trees. It’s a good thing. If a chemical feels great, and gives you great health effects, you should do it. Shinrin-yoku is nothing short of bathing in a powerful cocktail of drugs that gives you a sweet euphoria and lowers your blood pressure while curing your cancer.

Spending extended time in nature fixes what ails you, and not in that impossible to pin down spiritual way. Hard evidence shows that soaking in the natural world makes palpable, positive, measurable physical changes in people. The Japanese government has officially endorsed Shinrin-yoku and encourages its citizens to forest bathe regularly. They have done so for decades and have produced an intimidating cascade of studies to support the benefits of the practice to back it up. Even the most extravagant claims about forest bathing stand up to serious peer-reviewed science.

Now I know why smoking pot feels so good in the woods, the synergistic effect. The mixture of these aerosols with marijuana is divine. It’s hard to stress out or be depressed when you are stoned in mother nature, it’s a high multiplied by another high. Even more impressive, as underground initiates, sky pilots, psychonauts, and urban shamans know, a hit of acid in the woods is a revelation of overwhelming wonders, and you are much more likely to meet a deity while shrooming in the forest than if you are at home sitting on your couch. Psychedelics and the aerosols from trees work so well together. It makes me wonder why I am not romping in the woods right now.

Nature created us, and we need nature. So many chronic ailments go hand in hand with the modern world. Stress, anxiety, and depression are everywhere. They are so prevalent in today’s society, that we have assumed that these are caused by pressures of urban life. It appears that the opposite is true. It is our lack of contact with the medicines and therapies of the natural environment that may cause the harm. We still have a visceral need for nature, even though humanity wishes it didn’t.

Today’s society seems to believe that we can just manufacture everything that a human needs to thrive. This is a horribly stupid joke, one whose punch line is the end of our species. We need vast areas of wildness to provide oxygen, regulate the water, and support the vast chain of life that functions our biosphere. For instance, where would the mega-cities of the world find air to breath if the great algae blooms in the oceans died out?

No matter how smart we think we are, we have just scratched the surface of how our Living Biosphere functions. We as humans awoke on this great planet at a time when nature dominated. Species multiplied and evaporated in a giant maelstrom of evolution. We were, in the beginning, but a small part of the greater nature, and it was easy for the biosphere to support us. This is no longer true. We have torn down most of the natural world and chased wildness into the unwanted corners of rugged lands.

We suffer from the separation. Our bodies, minds, and spirits are screaming out, demanding to be part of the natural world. We need the trees, not as cultivated pets in our yards, but as the temples of free nature that provide the foundation for the great forests unfettered. We need to feel evolution in progress. Our eyes need to see the sights that our ancient forebearers saw, hear their sounds, to take in their air, and to feel the primordial wind on our faces. Humans are animals of the natural world, and we need time in the environment that spawned us. There is physical, mental, and spiritual sustenance that cannot be found anywhere else.

Even if you consider yourself a city dweller, you should take regular time to take a forest bath. Your body, mind, and spirit will soak in the experience. It is true that nothing is everyone’s cup of tea, but there is a lot more bitter medicine in the world than insects, dirt, heat, and cold. The health benefits alone should drive you down the road less taken.

Consider this list of claims made by peer-reviewed studies before you find the closest bit of forest you can dive into:

Significant increase in NK cell activation - regulation of blood pressure - beneficial to a person’s parasympathetic nervous system - - benefits for those dealing with insomnia - Improve the number of natural killer cells - defense against the pangs of anxiety, stress, depression, and other inflictions on one’s mind - positive impact on post-traumatic stress disorder - improved mood - improving cardiovascular function, hemodynamic indexes, euro endocrine indexes, metabolic indexes, immunity and inflammatory indexes, antioxidant indexes, and electrophysiological indexes - significantly enhancing emotional state, attitude, and feelings - physical and psychological recovery, and adaptive - obvious alleviation of anxiety and depression - improve our own lung functioning - Lower Blood sugar – Increased Energy – Increased Ability to focus, even in children with ADHD – Improved Pulminary Function – Cardiac Benefits – Increased immunity – Lower Blood Pressure – Accelerated recovery from surgery or illness – Improved Mental Health - increase the activation of Natural Killer cells and their effector molecules - favorable immunological outcomes, including increases in NK cells, T-cells, and cytotoxic effector molecules. – increased activity of natural killer cells and perforin-producing cells while simultaneously reducing the number of T-cells in the bloodstream - may have a regulatory effect on the human immune system, potentially bolstering its ability to defend against pathogens - demonstrated its effectiveness in improving immune functioning via increases in NK cells, perforin, and granulysin.

7/24/2025

Consistency, more than ability, more than talent, or desire determines success in any endeavor. Ask any good mother, or world class athlete. Consistent energy alone won’t get you there, but without it there is simply no chance of accomplishing anything that matters.

It was consistency that met my personal moment. I needed to protest. I needed it bad. I was pissed off and ready to stand against American fascism. It was the first day of the nation-wide 50501 demonstrations. Incredibly, most of the local groups had decided not to protest in Tulsa, because it was on the same day as the anniversary of the OKC bombing, which frankly, was an idea in bad taste. The past should not obscure the needs of the present. I had to do something, no matter how small, and I burned to take part in the historic moment.

That was when I found Aaron Walton’s weekly protest, and it was great. The first 50501 nationwide day of protest drew millions, and thanks to the stubbornness of one man, Tulsa stepped up to represent. 71st and Memorial turned into a festival of democracy, a rowdy defense of liberty and human rights. I was so happy to be there with hundreds of like-minded souls taking a stand, holding my sign.

I had heard dark rumors about Aaron on the web before I met him. He was dangerous. He lied, claiming to be part of groups that he had no affiliation with. He didn’t know what he was doing. I wondered why he inspired so much FUD. I always figured that we needed all the soldiers that we could get on our side. When I finally met him at his weekly protest, I was fascinated.

I found Aaron to be sharp, if a bit fierce, sitting next to his Belgian Malinois security dog. He told me that he was not affiliated with any other groups in Tulsa, and that 50501 was designed to be a decentralized movement. In fact, he was very proud of his independence and did not seem to want to be associated with anybody officially. He had a strong feeling of ownership for his protest. He told me that he will be there every Saturday, and he would stay as long as anyone wanted.

I am not sure what people meant by dangerous. From what I saw, he worked hard to diffuse difficult situations. Surprisingly non-confrontational with counter protesters, he was able to strike a calm conversational tone, even when faced with a rifle toting jackass. Perhaps all serious people are dangerous in their own way. Aarron Walton wanted to be dangerous to the Presidency of Donald Trump and the MAGA movement. I was happy to join him.

There are a lot of ways to spend a Saturday afternoon. Oklahomans watch sports on TV or do yard work. They may go shopping, or on a rare weekend, go to the lake or play a round of golf, but most of the time the rank-and-file Oklahoman would be hard-pressed to remember what they did two weekends ago on Saturday afternoon.

Rest, recreation, and even idleness are important, to a point, but right now the world doesn’t need idleness. It needs saving. If you hate what is happening to our country, you have three choices: capitulate, cower in fear, or fight. If you are not a quitter or the cowering type, come to the corner of Woodland Hills Malls on Saturday between 3-5; Aaron will be there. Don’t let history go by without letting your voice be heard. Bring a sign.

7/8/2025

It’s name was LUCA and it was not male, or female. It was less than that, or so much more. It was before masculine and feminine crashed the scene, with sex and all the drama. We don’t know if it was the absolute beginning, but it was the beginning of all of this.

All life on Earth evolved from LUCA, whether you like it or not. The moss, the trees, the birds, and the bees, they all came from LUCA. The Last Universal Common Ancestor launched all of the evolutionary lines that created everything that lives, and since life and geology are intertwined, LUCA’s offspring shaped the very evolution of the Earth as well.

We are all LUCAs descendants. This singular species of simple life began changing slowly, eventually diverging into new species, who in turn kept changing, creating chains of evolution that never stopped. This has taken us to now, where the world around us is one great big family gathering. We are brothers to the slime and sisters to the trees. Even the dirt at our feet and the rocks that make up the mountains are part of our big family tree.

Nobody knows for sure where LUCA came from. It could have been the first life form on planet Earth, or it could have been the sole survivor of a world teeming with life. Either way, what a ride! LUCA survived, and LUCA evolved, faced new challenges, and evolved again. Uncounted iterations of LUCA played out in individual lives over billions of years.

To this day these species contend, cooperate, and feed upon each other. It is a complicated but perfect loop. Individuals experience the melodrama of life, consume other life forms, then die to be themselves consumed. It is a cycle of passion, doom, and renewal. It is the life paradox, all individuals die, but LUCA lives on.

Have you ever had the nature epiphany, that mystical moment when you felt a connection to all living things? Perhaps you weren’t too high. As the ancestors of LUCA, we make up the roots, trunk, branches, and leaves of the tree of life. Nothing that flies, crawls, grows, runs, jumps, or swims can escape that fact. It is all LUCA. This single source has formed a complex network of itself around the entire planet, and it includes us. We are, in fact, one with nature after all.

6/13/2025

This is it! If you want to resist Trump, this is the biggest moment so far! The Gross POTUS deployed marines against peaceful protesters in L.A. and now a predator drone against Americans! Speak now or forever hold your peace. The iron is hot, and the moment is right. The world may never be the same. Saturday the 14th is the day to take a stand. American Democracy faces its darkest hour, and the nation is taking to the streets.

Donald John Trump is threatening to use the military against protesters. I am not afraid. Are you? Now is the time to stand in the streets against the fascists so our grandchildren have a future of freedom and plenty. Dystopia is banging on our door, and it is time to defend the House of Democracy. I can think of worse ways to die. That nasty old scumbag wants us to be afraid to exercise our constitutional rights. I will stand against him. Will you?

Wherever you are, join the national protest on the 14th. Be one of the millions showing the world that Americans are not cowards, apologists, or fascists. Saturday is your moment to stand for something that matters against something that must not win. It is time to be the hero of your own story. Don’t let this Saturday pass you by.

Thousands of protests in 100s of towns and cities will crisscross the nation on June 14th, millions making their voices heard. If you hate what is going on but haven’t known what to do. Show up. Just show up on Saturday June 14th and take part in this moment, this movement, this chance to turn history away from darkness back toward democracy.

Trump won Oklahoma by a billion percent, and yet protests are springing up everywhere. Tulsa alone will have three different protests: 12 to 3 at the Tulsa County Courthouse, 500 S Denver Ave, 12:00 to 3:00 at 41st and Yale, and 3:00 to 5:00 at 71st and Memorial. A time and place for everyone.

The rest of the state is keeping pace with Green Country. There are protests popping up everywhere, in places I would have never dreamed. McAlester, Durant, Catoosa, Ardmore, Tahlequah all have protests planned, and Oklahoma City is kicking off the festivities at 9:00 AM at City Hall. I am proud of Oklahomans for the first time in a long time, and I will stand with them on Saturday. Will you join us?

5/14/2025

The more fundamentalist that a person is the more likely that they are bigoted. As far back as you look, the most conservative denominations have chosen hate. In 1845 the Southern Baptist church split away from Baptist church, because the Southern Baptist Church wanted slavery. So, remember that any time you talk with a Southern Baptist; they started their entire denomination because they wanted God to let them enslave other people.

American Religion has always been all about keeping LGBT community members down. The Methodist church recently split over LGBT inclusion. About half of the churches have left, forming the new, more bigoted Global Methodist Church, where it is acceptable to exclude gays and lesbians from church leadership. It seems that these conservatives are willing to form a new denomination to avoid supporting gay rights. A decade earlier, the Presbyterians also split over gay clergy. There is always a conservative portion of any congregation who truly holds on to hate.

The worst, most insidious, most damaging bigotry from conservative religion is the discrimination against women. Females cannot lead and must submit to male authority. Recently, the Southern Baptist Convention ejected three churches because they had female pastors. Yes, once again the Southern Baptists are leading the way confidently in the wrong direction.

Remember, when anyone tries to sell you religion, they are selling hate. God gave them the right to be chauvinistic pigs, as well as gay bashers, and racists. The fundamentalist truly believes in horrible things. They think men are superior to women and should control them, gays and lesbians are evil, and other races are inferior. Worse, they want to make you believe those awful things too.

5/7/2025

Who knows what finally pushed me out the door. Like the rest of the nation, I watched in horror for weeks, feeling hopeless and stressed. Breaking law after law, Trump abused power with an authoritarian swagger. He worked aggressively to destroy checks and balances, attempting to take complete control of our country. I had followed the recent protests, but I just haven’t been the kind of person who goes to the street with a sign. I always had something better to do.

Perhaps it was Trump defying the Supreme Court. Maybe it was him purposefully destroying our economy, or his attack on the Free Press. The concentration camps in El Salvador might have been it; how could the America I love have concentration camps? I don’t know for sure what woke me up, but I realized that no one was coming to save us. I needed to be the hero of my own story. I was going to my first political protest, and I made a sign.

I wondered if anyone was going to show up. It was rainy and cold, and Americans are famous for not protesting in bad weather. I decided that I would stand there alone, in the cold, holding my sign, no matter how embarrassing or dangerous it might be. I couldn’t say that I did nothing when Trump destroyed the world. Holding a sign in public, expressing my opinion, no matter how small an act, is something, even if I no one else was there. However, when our car came into view of the protest site we broke into wide grins. We were not going to be alone.

The gang was all there. Men and women, young and old all lined the streets in protest in the least likely place of all, the very buckle of the Bible Belt. The atmosphere was rowdy and festive. Honks of support and smiling waves from car after car drew loud cheers from the protesters. We did get the occasional rude shout from the random MAGA yahoo, always male, always white, usually in a massive pickup truck.

Ours was a colorful lot, full of joy. So many characters made up our motley crowd. We had a masked free-Palestine protester with a boom box and a bull horn, a guy in a rascal sporting three American flags, and the bright red specter of Ester from the Handmaid’s Tale, who marched resolutely up and down the street past protest signs of all levels of skill and preparation.

The signs told the story of a nation in trauma. The sheer number of crimes Trump had committed against the people was staggering to see laid out visually. Written on these signs were the reasons that these good people had gone to war. Like me, they needed to speak out, to hold a sign for everyone to see what kept them up at night and ruined their breakfasts. There were so many reasons to protest, all together that day, many voices blending into a single harmony.

The passing cars constantly pumped energy into the crowd. Every wave, every honk, every thumbs up gave us a thrill, so many supporters, even here. I saw the face of a teenage girl light up like a lamp at the sight of us, full of wonder and hope. I hadn’t seen hope like that in a long time, and I realized that that was why I was here. It was for her and all the other young people that I saw driving by. I need to hold their hope, as well as the hope of all the people who are losing so much right now. I must fight for them. They all deserve a future full of opportunity, and I will go tooth and claw with the fascists to give it to them.

I am so happy to not be alone in this. It was crazy. The crowd didn’t ever thin out. It got larger all day. The energy was flowing, and I could feel the different threads of protest weaving together around me. The scene was electric, and I knew that this was happening all over the nation, all over the world. Hope, perhaps, is not in vain. We may be facing America’s darkest hours, but ladies and gentlemen, we have a movement.

3/4/2025

Remember, Remember,

To Vote in Roevember!

Face the Big Lie, treason, and plot;

I know of no reason,

The January 6 Treason,

Should ever be forgot!

Or that Thomas and friends,

Gaveled the doom,

Of women’s rights, travel to womb.

Now twenty-seven states conspire,

With denier’s gloom,

Dimming Democracy’s fire.

Remember, Remember,

To Vote in Roevember.

Face the Big Lie, treason, and plot;

Our women and our freedom need you lot!

If you love liberty’s breath,

Cast your ballot against Democracy’s death!

2/28/2024

One of the main problems with dealing with religion in America is the Bible. How and why are we supposed to take this crap seriously? If you cannot prove it with science or empirical evidence, it isn’t real. It just isn’t. If not attached to a worldwide organization, it would be considered mental illness to believe biblical stories as fact.

Modern christianity is a whole system of Faith Illogical. It is really disturbing that these religious crazies use this “faith” to apply to life decisions and political affiliation. We are literally surrounded by insanity, and we are told to accept it as the ultimate truth.

There are so many absolute gems in the Bible. Perhaps the best place to start is with creation. According to all reputable scientists, the Universe is somewhere near 13.8 billion years old, and the Earth is a little under 4.5 billion years old. There is absolutely no chance that the Earth is 6 thousand years old, no matter what the Bible says. Anyone who believes so, is a few billion years off the mark. The science on this is deep, wide, and clear.

Noah’s Ark is another fantastic example of absolute insanity. Just about everything in the Noah story is impossible. Noah could not have been 950 years old. There was never a worldwide flood. No boat or ship ever built could hold two of every animal on Earth, not even if it was built in cubits. No way a single family could take care of a pair of everything. Where would the poop go? How could they feed them? For that matter how did any fish survive when the freshwater rains connected the seas, leaving nothing on the planet but brackish water? None of it happened. It is a crazy story.

The Bible is full of crackpottery. You will find fireproof men, a lionproof hero, a long-haired Superman, a flying chariot, a flying man, a man swallowed by a fish and puked up alive 3 days later, a bet between God and the Devil, and a woman getting pregnant without sex. So much of “The Book” is primitive mythology, and yet we are expected to put aside logic, science, and evidence, shut up, bow our heads, and swallow that bullshit sandwich.

12/20/2023

If Birth is an everyday miracle, what is death? Everyone that you have ever met is going to die. Some day, some way, some body part will break beyond repair, and they will cease to live. This is true of absolutely everyone, even the most important person in your life. Tragedy will find us all, and one day that person that sits across from you at meals will no longer be on this Earth. Whether you die first, and they experience your loss, living out the remaining years without you, or you lose them to go on alone, your significant other will breath their last breath some day.

The dissonance of being human is the denial of mortality. We don’t like to think about it, our death. Each of us wish to avoid it. We lie to ourselves, we deny, and we make up religions. If only we could control our fate, dominate death, defeat the mortality that we fear. It is so human to want to beat the system, to cheat nature. We want to weave a happy narrative where everyone is safe, that everything will work out in the end for you and your crew if you are fortunate, but that is the biggest lie of all.

In fact, this is the furthest thing from being true. Life is not some solid thing that is safe as long as nothing really unlucky happens. No, it is ephemeral, a sentient bubble destined to pop. Life rides along a razor’s edge, and when an important physical system fails, it’s over. The finality is stunning.

When a person dies, they do not come back. It is a shock, impossible to believe. How can such a vibrant personality with a whole universe of possibility inside them, so many hopes, dreams, jokes, and complaints just be gone? Nothing is left of them, not their voice, their touch, none of the things they do. It is all just gone. They are just gone. No more conversations with them, no more jokes, no more fights, just empty space and silence where a human being once was.

When you look at your person across the room, you should realize that one day, a day that you cannot predict, they will be gone. What would life be like without them, that person that loves you, that person that you love? Cold and gray, where there was once warmth and color, boring when it used to be fun, lonely, when you were once a pair, alone when you were once part of a formidable team. Painful, yet it is important that each of us at least think about it. Nobody should be caught off-guard by the mortality of people who make life complete.

Not only should you be prepared to take on life alone, you should live life better now. Appreciate that wonderful person across the room from you. Remember what they have brought you, materially, in terms of what really matters. Gold and jewels, property and status, these things can be lost, again and again, and gained again and again. A person that shares your life is the treasure that you cannot replace. That unique human being is a miracle, and they will never happen again, not in an infinity of multiverses. That person is the rarest and most valuable stuff in all of eternity.

Find ways to make their life better and do it for them as well and as often as you can. Listen to their thoughts, and care. Give them gifts, do chores, touch them sweetly. Replace their drink when it is empty and anticipate their needs, whenever you can. Remember their favorite ice cream. Cuddle with them on your free nights and find excuses to spend more time with them. Have great sex, great for them too. Tell them often about how amazing they are and how much you adore them, while you both are still here.

There will be a number. Nobody may know what that number is, but there will be an exact amount of decades, years, hours, minutes, and seconds that you will spend together. Gather your time carefully. None of us can beat mortality. Yet, with the right person you can, for a time, count up beautiful moments that matter, floating on this big rock, revolving around the sun.

11/5/2023

Tommy Tuberville has been on a personal campaign to force the military to bend to his will. Until a bipartisan group finally coalesced to stop him, the old football coach refused to allow any promotions to go through committee because he does not like the abortion policy of the armed forces. A great deal has been said in the news about Tuberville’s low IQ and how holding up promotions harms not only morale, but actual military readiness.

I think we should see beyond his flagrant stupidity and take a close look at Tuberville’s loyalty to the country. Harming the military’s ability to face global threats sounds downright unamerican. I have a name for people who intentionally weaken our nation’s military to face worldwide threats. So, if Senator Tommy walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, he is probably a traitor.

11/5/2023

It really doesn’t get more tawdry than this. A rich man behaving badly, using his money and connections to hide is sleazy deeds, directing and taking part in an illegal scheme to cover it all up. New York has all the proof, and it paints a disgusting picture of a Donald Trump, who obviously feels he should never face the consequences for his many bad actions.

On March 30th 2023 D.A. Alvin Bragg announced the indictment of Donald John Trump on 34 counts of falsifying records with the intent to defraud the people of the state of New York while committing another crime.

Donald didn’t want people to know that he cheats on his wives, a lot. Then candidate Trump needed to hide the fact that he had a child out of wedlock, had a sexual relationship with a playmate, and fucked a porn star. It is the sort of information that could have sunk his hopes of the Presidency.

To solve this problem, Trump paid a ton hush money, so that the public would not know about his serial infidelity before they voted. Then he covered up the payments by committing fraud, 34 times.

Since payments like this are considered a campaign contribution, it must by law, be openly claimed and reported. However, Trump could not to admit to making the payments, which were in violation of election law, because of the huge amounts paid. In the end this is the convoluted story of an irresponsible man doing crimes for the benefit of himself, the story of justice deserved!