The Meter Man and Twinning

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Mike Perry, our blogging friend from the U.K., recently emailed me about two synchronicities he experienced after a dry spell of no synchros. This first one strikes me as precognitive.

“We have planned a break away from September 23rd for a couple of weeks, so I thought I’d make sure that I paid any bills that might come within that period. One was the gas bill (we use gas for cooking and heating) so I read the meter, which is in our garage, so I could pay online.

“I jotted down the figures and was about to go upstairs when our doorbell rang. It was a man from the gas company! He wanted to read our meter (they do it roughly once a year to see that customers are using the right figures on the Internet). I said, “I’ve just read the meter” and gave the figures to him.

“He scratched his head and asked how I knew he was coming!

“I don’t know if I had a precognition he was coming or what.”

His second synchro involves “twinning,”  when two cities in different countries are paired up for some reason. This one really defies the odds!

“On our TV we have a few apps to watch things like YouTube. Last night I searched for ‘Hayes’ on YouTube – this is where I lived as a kid, it’s in the London Borough of Harlington. This one really defies the odds!

“The first one I viewed was a silent old film from 1960, which showed the twinning of Hayes with Schleswig in Germany. I never knew it ever had such a town twinning. The synchro is because Schleswig is where Karin (Mike’s wife) lived as a child!”

 

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A baseball synchro

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The Curse of the Billy Goat was a sports-related curse that was supposedly placed on the Chicago Cubs in 1945 when Billy Goat Tavern owner Billy Sianis was asked to leave game 4 of the World Series against the Detroit Tigers at Wrigley Field because of the odor of his pet goat. He was outraged and allegedly declared “Them Cubs, they ain’t gonna win no more.” The Cubs went on to lose the World Series and haven’t been back…until now.

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Seemingly unrelated, in the early morning hours of  Oct. 17, I dreamed I was in a hotel in France with a friend from college, nicknamed Rabbit. The hotel was like a maze and had a Bohemian flavor with lots of interesting and unusual people staying there. In the dream, I was sleeping and woke to find two bear cubs romping around in my hotel room. They were like big furry, friendly dogs.

When I woke up for real, I was puzzled by the dream. In a sense it was a flashback, because I’d gone to Europe in 1975 with Rabbit and we’d spent a month in France before heading to Spain and Morocco. But what were these bear cubs about?

It wasn’t until hours later that the baseball link occurred to me when I read that the Chicago Cubs had been shutout in their last two games.  I’m not a huge baseball fan, but was aware that the  Cubs were attempting to break a 71-year curse and win the National League pennant and move on to the World Series. But, at that point, it was looking like the curse was still in place and the Dodgers were on their way.

I still keep in touch with Rabbit and he is a huge baseball fan, and a Cub fan. So all the elements of the dream started coming together. Except why were there two bear cubs in my room?

Just an hour or so ago, (Saturday night) the Cubs won the pennant with a 5-0 victory, breaking the curse. Maybe that accounted for one cub, and I’ll go out on a limb and say the other cub represented a win in the upcoming World Series. We’ll see if it was a prophetic dream, and if I correctly interpreted it.

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At the Veterinarian’s Office

 

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Our oldest cat, Powder, 16 or 17 years now, had to go to the vet today. Over the past few years, she has developed a thyroid problem and is now on the human equivalent of synthroid, so she’s checked periodically to make sure the dose is working. She also has an ingrown claw that needed to be remedied.

Our vet, Ira Grossman, retired from his NY practice some years ago and lived for a few years in our neighborhood. Then people found out he was a vet and started bringing their pets to him. He apparently realized he couldn’t retire and bought several acres of land a few miles from us and opened a clinic.

In the beginning, he was the only vet. Now he has half a dozen other vets working with him and his practice is open 24/7. It’s a walk-in clinic, which is great for cats, who often know when they’re bound for the vet and hide. His prices are reasonable and he’s one of those vets with a genuine intuitive grasp about animals and what ails them.

This morning, I arrived shortly before 10 and was delighted to find the waiting room deserted. I figured I would get in quickly. What I didn’t know was that a really huge dog was being tended to in one of the rooms and all of the vets and technicians were tending to his dog. A young woman stood off by herself, alternative crying and wiping away her tears and it turned out she was the dog’s owner. When the dog emerged from the back room, he was on a stretcher, the woman was sobbing, and her male companion looked to be on the verge of a breakdown.

As the stretcher passed by me, I realized just how huge this dog was and thought, for a moment, that it wasn’t a dog at all, but a mountain lion. His paws looked to be the size of a human head. While he was being tended to, a woman arrived with a beautiful black cat in a carrier and sat down next to me. She was upset and kept reaching inside the carrier to stroke her cat. I suspected she was here to have her cat put down.

Even though I had arrived before her, she got in to the examining first and that was when I knew her cat was here to be put down. Sure enough, the employee who checks everyone in came over to me and explained she’d sent the woman in first because her cat was going to be put down and she didn’t want the owner to have to sit forever in the waiting room, faced with the inevitable heartbreaking thing she faced.

Three years ago, I was in that woman’s position and sat sobbing in the waiting room because I was there to have my cat, Tigerlily, put down. This same employee came over to me and touched my arm and told me a friend of hers had died and come back and could now communicate with animals. “They come back,” she said. There was also a synchro involved in Tigerlil’s death that blew me away. (Click the Tigerlily link above)

When the woman finally emerged from the back room, her sunglasses in place, she carried her cat’s body in a carrier, and tears rolled down her cheeks. I knew she was going to bury her cat in her backyard.

So much life and death drama goes on in any vet’s office, but in Ira’s clinic, death is treated with respect not only for the animal, but for the human who loves it, who must ultimately make that decision.

While I waited, a black and white pug was taken in and out of X ray and his anxious owners sat together, visibly upset.   He had a neck injury. Before he left, his human was given a bunch of different medications that Ira wanted to try before considering surgery.

When Powder and I finally got in to see one of the vets, we’d been there more than an hour,and really didn’t mind. I discovered that she’d gained nearly two pounds since beginning the thyroid meds and that the ingrown claw had been excised and that her paw would be bandaged for two days. Now she’s wearing a little pink boot.

Ira’s clinic, Palms West, is a rarity, a place where animals and their humans are tended to first and the bill is fair.

Recently, Megan took her new kitten to a franchise vet for her second set of shots. They tried to get her to repeat the first set of immunizations (more $) and when she said she would go elsewhere, they backed off. They also told her it would cost $300 to have Piper, the cat, fixed. Ira would cost a fraction of that. Other organizations do the procedure for a nominal cost. Or for free.

For so many of us, our pets are members of our families. When they flourish, so do we. When they hurt, so do we. Good vets understand this. Good vets, like good doctors, are rare treasures. They have been where you are. Emotionally, they get it. They get that love overwhelms everything else and don’t take advantage of it.

So here’s Powder, with her little pink boot, asleep behind my bookcase, perhaps planning her next  life.

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The Riddle of Time

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This particular synchro is probably precognitive. It falls in a category I think of as general weirdness in life, but probably belongs in, Just Listen. When you just listen, it seems that synchronicity brings you something that blows you away. That’s how it was for Alexis Brooks, an author and radio show host.

From Alexis:

Synchronicity. We’ve all had them. Without fail, they manage to arise unexpectedly. Sometimes, they are simple or fun, like a Universal wink and nod. Sometimes, they are profound – teaming with meaning, enough to provoke a complete u-turn on one’s life path.

Regardless of what we call synchronicity, one thing is certain: we know they happen. But how do they occur? What is the recipe by which a synchronicity comes together to create the perfect food for thought (or action)? Moreover, how is it that synchronistic events are able to bring about a coming together of “past” “present” and “future?”

This is a question I’ve pondered previously, but not until a few short weeks ago, did I muse over this conundrum like never before. I’d run into an old-old friend. A childhood friend whom I hadn’t seen for probably over 40 years. After she “arbitrarily” popped into my mind one evening, I temporarily became pre-occupied with locating her, if only to find out how and what she was doing with her life some forty or so years later. To no avail, I finally let the idea of finding her go back to where it came from – wherever that might have been.

And then…

As if on cue, per my thought-felt request, several weeks later…there she was! Both of us shopping in a local discount store only five minutes from my home. I found out she’d been living in a neighboring town for years, essentially right next door to me!

Repeat: I hadn’t seen her for 40+ years!

It was this jaw dropping, irrefutable synchronicity that caused me to explore how these events actually occur, but with one caveat: that I may never truly know the process that is ultimately at play.

Here were my questions:

  1. Did this person appear in my reality after my thought of her because I’d focused my attention so intently on her? In essence, did I conjure her up?
  2. Did the fact that she popped into my mind to begin with, represent a “higher” aspect of my consciousness which knew I would be running into her some three or so weeks later?
  3. Was our meeting some combination of the above?
  4. …Or just mere “chance?”

Pertaining to the latter – I certainly don’t think so!

Swiss psychologist Carl Gustav Jung was one who considered such questions with great enthusiasm as well. In his book On the Nature of the Psyche, he attempts to explain the means by which synchronicity can and does occur. He says…

Since psyche and matter are contained in one in the same world, and moreover are in continuous contact with one another and ultimately rest on irrepresentable, transcendental factors, it is not only possible but fairly probable, even, that the psyche and matter are two different aspects of one in the same thing. The synchronicity phenomena point, it seems to me, in this direction, for they show that the non-psychic can behave like the psychic and vice versa, without there being any causal connection between them.

If the thought of my friend represented the “psyche” and the actuality of our meeting represented the “matter” of reality, then Jung’s hypothesis is a point certainly worth pondering. Because we, as linear thinking habitual creatures, tend only to rationalize phenomena (no matter how irrational it may be), we can only decipher its reality by thinking in terms of cause and effect, when in actuality, particularly when looking at it from a quantum perspective, what appear as separate events (or states) may in fact be one-in-the-same, only appearing as if they’re different and separated by space as well as time.

While taking all of this into account and re-asking myself the aforementioned questions, I had a lucid realization that this is not a case of multiple choice: scenario 1, 2, 3, or 4, but rather a blending, blurring, and coalescing of time, space, wave, particle, thought, action, cause, effect, physical, non-physical, etc.

This indeed may be the true nature of reality and of synchronicity.

And the true understanding of what it means when it is said,  “All resides in the present!”

Synchronicity may just be our biggest clue!

 

 

 

 

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Winning the Lottery

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Recently, I was contacted by Sue W, who wanted to know if I could rectify her natal chart. – i.e., find her correct time of birth. This process is complicated in that the astrologer has to work backward through a person’s life and erect charts for the major events. Marriage/divorce, birth of a child, a move, death of a parent, car accidents, surgeries… You get the idea.

Sue, who is knowledgeable about astrology, sent me an extensive list of pivotal life events, which included a lottery win of $150,000, back on March 19, 2016. This certainly caught my attention as did the rest of her email about this win:

“If you remember, there was a grand fire trine on March 19 that started at 9:08 a.m. and ended at 2:43 p.m., MST. I work with these types of flowing energies to buy lottery tickets. I wanted to buy a lottery ticket at exactly at 2:43 p.m., but the person ahead of me in line took a bit longer, so the Power Ball ticket was purchased at 2:44 p.m. I won 150K that night at 9 p.m. Power Ball numbers in Florida are drawn every Wednesday and Sunday at 11 p.m. your time and the process lasts about 35 seconds. If I had purchased the ticket during the fire trine (when it was exact), would I have been the jackpot winner?”

The grand jackpot for that night was $80 million.

A grand fire trine in astrology is when three planets in fire signs – Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius – form angles of 120 degrees to each other. Trines look like triangles and are considered to be fortunate aspects. On March 19 of this year, the grand fire trine involved the moon in Leo, Saturn in Sagittarius, and Uranus in Aries.

Oddly, I’ve never used astrology to buy lottery tickets. I buy one when I’m feeling particularly upbeat and positive and have always figured your emotions, beliefs, and intentions are important at the moment you purchase. The most I’ve ever won was 20 bucks from a scratch off. So I asked Sue how she was feeling when she bought that ticket. What was her mood like? And did she pick the numbers or were the number generated by a machine?

“I felt great because I knew that I’m a fire sign Leo and that I was buying the ticket under the influence of a grand fire trine.” Her numbers were generated by a machine, she said, “which makes you wonder…”

Sue also has a grand fire trine in her birth chart.

According to the lottery site, only 4 people won $150,000 from the lottery on March 19. I’ve highlighted it in red in the chart. FOUR people. What are the odds on that?

All States Except California

Match First 5
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Match Powerball
No. of
Winners
Prize Amount Total Awarded
  5 + 0
with Power Play †
0
0
$1,000,000
$2,000,000
$0
$0
  4 + 1
with Power Play
11
4
$50,000
$150,000
$550,000
$600,000
  4 + 0
with Power Play
272
68
$100
$300
$27,200
$20,400
  3 + 1
with Power Play
651
195
$100
$300
$65,100
$58,500
  3 + 0
with Power Play
14,060
4,324
$7
$21
$98,420
$90,804
  2 + 1
with Power Play
16,334
4,917
$7
$21
$114,338
$103,257
  1 + 1
with Power Play
109,961
33,631
$4
$12
$439,844
$403,572
  0 + 1
with Power Play
260,010
79,252
$4
$12
$1,040,040
$951,024
Total 523,690 $4,562,499

 

So, now I’m really curious if there’s something to all this. Transits, the daily motion of the planets, are really about timing. When is the best time to get married? To start a garden? Get divorced? Move? Win the lottery?

I’m now going to pay closer attention to transits that portend this kind of financial good luck. Stay tuned!

And thank you, Sue!

PS I figured I would win something in Powerball’s drawing on October 16 because of what I’d learned from Sue. Sure enough, I won 3 out of 5 numbers. If I’d played a Powerball number and gotten it right, my take would have been $100. I won…drum roll!- 7 bucks, which is what Powerball pays if you win 3 out of 5 numbers and don’t have the power number.  But hey, I’m learning!

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Seriously?!

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SERIOUSLY?   There’s still a question about Trump as a sexual predator? Why?

How many women does it take before the tipping point is reached? With Cosby, that tipping point was around fifty. Why?

Because of fame. Because famous men can deny and deny and dismiss these allegations as partisan politics.

If you’re a famous man, you can probably get away with murder, just as Trump announced in one of his tirades. If he shot someone on a Manhattan street, it wouldn’t change anything. His supporters would still love him. The only measurable differences between Trump and Cosby is that Trump is white and didn’t drug his victims, at least not that we’ve heard yet.

Years ago in Venezuela, there was a weird perv who frequented the Catholic church our family attended. In the cafeteria after mass, he would worm his way through the crowd and find young girls placing their orders at the counter, and would thrust his hand up their skirts, just like Trump. The teens were usually too shocked and embarrassed to report this incident to anyone.

In upstate New York during my college years, when the Sixties were in full swing with free love and weed and anti-war sentiments, predators abounded. But these predators used drugs. I’ll give you a ride home. And then you wake up in a place you have no memory of entering, your clothes in shreds, your body violated. And when you go to the police and find out this man is wanted in other states for sexual assault, you’re advised not to press charges because, well, you’ll be eviscerated in court.

When I hear women defending Trump, when I see women behind him at his rallies, their faces flushed with adoration, I feel like puking. When women defend him, feel sorry for him because of “attacks by the media,” I’m nearly speechless. Then these same women argue, What has an Obama presidency done for you? This question is tossed out as though there’s an actual connection – other than the presidency – between Trump and Obama. My mind leaps hurdles. So ladies, whoever you are who have conveniently forgotten that George W. Bush is responsible for the war in Iraq (not Obama) , let me tell you what the Obama presidency has done for me and my family.

My daughter now has health insurance for $100 a month that provides great coverage. Before Obama, she had ZERO coverage because she couldn’t afford it.

The night that Obama was elected, I went to bed in tears. Eight years of the disastrous Bush presidency was HISTORY, DONE, OVER. The melting economy could now try to recover – and in Florida, the real estate market is nearly back to where it was before Bush. The economy is rebounding.

At night, during an Obama presidency, I go to sleep secure in the knowledge that an intelligent man is in charge, that the buffoon of George W Bush has been put out to pasture with Cheney, Wolfowitz, John Yoo and the rest of his corrupt gang.

I can go to sleep knowing that a man with a conscience is in the White House, a man with two daughters and an intelligent wife who could probably enter politics on her own merits and sweep the Senate.

I’m not pleased that no one in the Bush administration has been prosecuted for war crimes – i.e., TORTURE at Gitmo – or that Gitmo is still open and functional – or that drones are now used to kill people. I’m not pleased that we still have an antiquated electoral college instead of election by popular vote. But compared to Trump, these things are relatively minor.

Trump is a sexual predator, serial liar, a clueless asshole who, when he speaks to his supporters, does nothing more than hold up his stumpy fingers and talk about how he‘s going to make America great again. Yeah, the system is rigged, Trump says, and he usually cites Bernie Sanders, how he got screwed by the Clintons, and how he’s going to sue the New York Times and every other media outlet who has exposed him for what he is. On this score, Trump is probably right. The system IS rigged, through the electoral college, through the respective party rules about what can and can‘t be done, through power plays in the respective parties.

But the sad and pathetic truth is that Trump, the Republican candidate, illustrates what this party is really about and hey, it’s not about you – women, minorities, anyone other than white men. Trump is a sexual predator, narcissist, it’s all about me, but I have great respect for women, no one has more respect for women than I do.

 And the Republicans, for the most part, still support this mentally ill, sorry excuse for a candidate. And that tells you quite a bit about how the Republican party has imploded and is headed down the toilet tube to oblivion. Good riddance, dudes. Go talk about the walls you will build, the candidates you will jail, how you will restore a white male supremacy throughout the country that will govern women’s bodies, women’s choices, women’s lives. Sorry, but it ain’t gonna happen.

Now, because of a recent poll that showed that with the female vote Clinton will win,  you want to repeal the 19th amendment that gave women the right to vote.  The sad fact is that many women are living a kind of truncated existence because their husbands and partners are part of this Neanderthal mindset.

Ladies, wake up. Trump is not your knight. Trump is your worst nightmare. Hillary Clinton isn’t untarnished, but she takes responsibility for her mistakes, she’s smart, she’s informed, she knows foreign policy, and  she’s more hawkish than I would like. But when I look at the alternative, I see a tyrant, a Hitler in the making, a planet in complete meltdown.

No, thanks.

 

 

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A Snake and a Crab on Mars?

Why is it that NASA never addresses these anomalies?

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The original NASA images are here.

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Shampooch in Orlando

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Over the weekend of September 24-25, we went to Orlando to help our daughter set up an exhibit of her art at a charity event for the rescue of small dogs. It was called Shampooch and all dogs, of course, were welcome.

Part of Summerlin Avenue was blocked off and exhibitors set up their booths on either side of the road. We arrived at 7:30 – the event started at 9 a.m. Some exhibits, like Megan’s, were pet-related.

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Others were for jewelry, clothing, art, even an exhibit for hot pepper jelly!

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Orlando is great at setting up these kinds of community events and when dogs are welcome, hundreds of people turn out. Megan does a raffle for a free wine glass with your pet’s portrait on it, so she collected plenty of email addresses and will do the raffle in the next few days and notify the lucky winner. Here are a wine glass and coffee mug with Nika’s image painted on them:

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We took Noah and Nika down to the shampoo area, paid ten bucks per shampoo, and volunteers bathed them. Noah was NOT happy with a bunch of strangers touching him, much less shampooing him, but Nika basked in the attention.

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The cutest photo of the day was this one:

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There’s no synchro that I can recall pertaining to this post, but it was just a fun dog day!

 

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Wolf & Vonnegut

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Kurt Vonnegut self-portrait

Synchronicities can happen anywhere, anytime, even when waiting out a major storm. As Hurricane Matthew approached, we kept the Weather Channel on, listened and occasionally watched the latest updates. Our house was shuttered and Trish and I were settled in with two dogs and three cats. Stuck inside, I took the opportunity to organize some of our books that were piled here and there, and see if I could find shelf space or set some aside for recycling.

I noticed two books separate from the others, one atop the other. One was The Dreaming Universe, by Fred Alan Wolf. The other was Kurt Vonnegut’s Man Without a Country. I considered putting Wolf’s book in a bag for Goodwill, but noticed there were several paper tabs marking various pages. So, curious, I open the book to one of them, glanced down the page and my gaze stopped on the phrase… ’Vonnegut’s experience.’

That seemed like an interesting coincidence since Vonnegut’s autobiographical book had been resting atop Wolf’s dream tome. So I backtracked a few paragraphs to find what Vonnegut’s experience was about.

The story comes from a book on dreams in which Alan Vaughan, one of the co-authors, wrote that he had watched an interview on TV with Vonnegut and a few nights later dreamed of Vonnegut. He wondered if the dream meant anything to Vonnegut, so the next morning, March 13, 1970, he wrote him.

“You appeared in a dream I had this morning. We were in a house full of children. You were planning to leave soon on a trip. Then you mentioned that you were moving to an island name Jerome. As far as I know, there is no such place, so perhaps the name Jerome or initial ‘J’ has some related meaning.”

Vonnegut wrote back a couple of weeks later. “Not bad. On the night of your dream, I had dinner with Jerome B. (an author of children’s books), and we talked about a trip I made three days later to an island named England.”

Here’s what Wolf had to say about the exchange about the dream. “Clearly there was a connection between Vaughan’s dream and Vonnegut’s experience, all happening the same night, although it is probable that the discussion between Vonnegut and his friend Jerome took place before the dream. But the connection cannot be considered to be causal or local since there was no signal between the two events. One would have to consider this a spontaneous telepathic dream containing the fact of the conversation mixed in a capricious manner, typical of such dreams.”

You could call it telepathic, yes, but also synchronicity.

I was going to end the post there, but as I wrote Wolf’s name in the title, I suddenly realized there was yet another synchronicity here. Just before I took on the book organizing task, I’d been working on a chapter on shamanism for  a work in progress on spirit contact. Specifically, I was writing about the meaning of power animals that can appear in shamanic journeys. I looked back to where I’d stopped and yes, I’d left off with  Wolf. For the record, some of the attributes of Wolf Medicine are communication, working in harmony, and sharing knowledge in a structured way.

Oddly enough, in 2009 we wrote another post here about synchronicity involving Alan Vaughan and Kurt Vonnegut Jr. Interestingly, Even though it’s a completely different story, it also involved Vaughan writing a letter to Vonnegut and in that instance Vonnegut had written back about being surrounded by children. He and his wife had adopted six children all at once after their parents had both died – the late mother was Vonnegut’s sister.

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Trump, Sexual Predator

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In an election season, the media usually mentions an October surprise. Well, it looks like the surprise is here. Trump isn’t just an incoherent man who says nasty things about Muslims, immigrants, blacks, and women. It looks as if he’s also a sexual predator.

According to footage released on Friday, October 7, Trump was boasting about his penchant for sexual assault. The audio tape is here,  and was published by The Washington Post on Friday, October 7. It was 2005 and Trump was on his way to film on the set of a soap opera and bragging to Billy Bush about how he could grab women “by the pussy” because he was a celebrity. “When you’re a star, they let you do it.”

And this guy is the Republican candidate for president?

Since that audio tape was published by the Post, other tapes have surfaced, notably of conversations Trump had with Howard Stern. In 2004, in one of these conversations with Stern, Trump told Stern it was fine for him to call his daughter, Ivanka, then 24, “a piece of ass.”

In 2006, on ABC’s The View, Trump remarked that if Ivanka weren’t his daughter, he would be dating her. In an interview with Rolling Stone in 2015, he elaborated:  “Yeah, she’s really something, and what a beauty, that one. If I weren’t happily married and, ya know, her father …“

Republicans are scrambling to distance themselves from Trump, but many of them continue to endorse him. What this tell us about the Republican party is straightforward and ugly: their candidate is a sexual predator who, like Bill Cosby, apparently believes that because he is famous, he is above the law.

Trump’s misogyny is well known. But this goes well beyond a hatred of women. This smacks of a Neanderthal mindset – i.e., women are chattel, property, inferior. That they are belongings to be used however men want. This same mindset suffused slavery, that blacks were inferior to whites, that they were property to be used however the slave owners saw fit. It suffuses racism of every kind.

What’s truly bewildering is why Trump’s wife hasn’t divorced him, why his daughters haven’t taken off, why the women who work for his campaign can continue to do so and still sleep at night. And what’s particularly tragic for this country is that there are still women who will vote for him. Their numbers may be dwindling in light of these tapes, but what about the men who continue to support him? Don’t they have mothers, sisters, daughters, and granddaughters?

Trump, like Cosby, is the worst kind of sexual predator. He’s the guy who thinks he’ll never get caught because he’s so famous or rich or whatever or a man whose moral compass is so out of whack that he doesn’t believe he did anything wrong.

Conservatives talk a lot about morals and religion and try to impose their “morality” on others – usually women – through legislation. So how is it that their candidate is a sexual predator, misogynist, and racist who thinks his own daughter is so hot and desirable that he would date her if she weren’t his daughter?

The only way the Republicans can get rid of Trump at this point is if he agrees to resign as soon as he’s inaugurated, and Pense would become president. What this really means is that the Republican Party is imploding. A lot of heads are going to roll after this election when Clinton wins the White House and the Democrats take back the Senate and maybe the House as well.

After all, the one thing in this country that unseats politicians is sexual scandal. Ask Mark Foley, Bill Clinton, Anthony Weiner…well, there’s a whole bunchy of names on this roster. So may you go the way of Hurricane Matthew, Mr. Trump, with your cat 5 winds and destruction and die  a quiet death somewhere out in the Atlantic. And may the party that nominated you meet the same ignominious end.

Watch Trump implode on tonight’s second presidential debate.

PS: Trump imploded. Up against Clinton, he’s a buffoon. Never answers a question directly. “Locker room” talk about what he does with women. Anyone else who admitted doing to women what he does would have criminal charges filed against them.

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