Debbie and daughter Carrie

                                 Chris Pizzello/Asssociated Press from Nytimes.com 12/29/16

                                         "There is a kind of pain that is very
                                           far beyond words."

                                           - Hugh Prather, Notes to Myself

A tribute to Lactulose and the great pharmacist Michelle...Thank you for your patience and advice.

“The recipe for great art has always been misery and a good bowel movement.” 
― Don Roff

Chapter Four

The Duro-Raft: An Owner’s Manual

Note:  This Owner’s Manual was written in December of 1978 about a month before the divorce was finalized.  The court proceedings were progressing as badly as could be expected in a bitter custody battle, and I had finally found a new apartment to live in and a schedule with my 5 and 3 year old children.  I had been dating 2 women and was falling in love with a similarly situated Greek woman with 2 children and an alcoholic and abusive estranged husband.  This Owner’s  Manual was my holiday gift to this woman, my old and new friends and family, and any co-worker who seemed like a person with a soul.
 

Introduction

(PLEASE BE SURE TO READ ALL INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY BEFORE USING YOUR NEW RAFT.)

CONGRATULATIONS!  You are now the proud owner of the famous Duro-Raft, the most durable raft known to man.  This raft was invented by a man who grew up in old New Haven, along the Connecticut shore, where many people used to live and many trucks used to drive at night.  This man had been dreaming for a long time about inventing a Blimp-Bike, a contraption that would allow a single person to float above the earth at a maximum height of fifty feet, propelled merely by pedal power, wind, and a small dose of helium.  The inventor felt certain that such an aircraft, plodding along at a sleepy two or three miles per hour around such common obstacles as trees and houses (and trucks), would do much to ease the day-to-day pressures of that time of man.

It was only after much frustration with the Blimp-Bike design, especially the laziness of certain computer analysts who were supposed to build the Hydraulic Stabilizer that he found himself open to new ideas.  One evening while enjoying a fried clam dinner with a very pretty woman who liked to squeeze French fries, he found that the idea of a raft could possibly meet the bill.  Maybe it was, after all, necessary to learn to function down at sea level before attempting any lofty flights.  In any case, through some valuable criticism from his good friend, he began to form a more specific design for the Duro-Raft, or his Self.  It was certainly clear at the time, and will remain so, that this is only an initial version of the Duro-Raft, and that as time goes on, new design modifications will hopefully cause the Duro-Raft to gradually approach some ideal of perfection.  It’s very much like people, who are reminded that…

“Life’s greatest achievement is in the continual remaking of yourself so that at last you know how to live.”

-W. Rhodes

Care of Your New Duro-Raft

Your new Duro-Raft comes fully equipped and has much more potential than you could ever fully expect to utilize, although you are certainly encouraged to try.  The basic care needed to keep your raft in perfect running order is to simply respect it at all times, for to a certain extent it has the ability to fix itself, if left to its own devices.

This may seem incredible for an invention from the old days when things go broken easily and then discarded, and then replaced as soon as the item went on sale at some suburban concrete marketplace.

This is not to say that the Duro-Raft is invulnerable; for indeed, it is ultimately fragile yet somehow durable.  This mystery is somehow related to the special glue used during the manufacture of the Duro-Raft.  Since the glue is protected by divine patent laws, its secrets are barred from common knowledge at this time.  It is clear though that with a wholesome discipline of respect and proper use the Duro-Raft should provide a life-time of service.

Some basic tips on care of your Duro-Raft:

-        You should be comfortable in your raft, give yourself plenty of time to become accustomed to its specific characteristics; no two rafts are the same, and only after a gradual period of familiarity can you become comfortable with its specific strengths and imperfections.

-        You should keep your raft clean and strong, and that simply means a daily routine of basic care and strenuous usage.  If you neglect your raft, it may develop potentially hazardous leaks (certain chemicals can also cause this…)

-        Follow closely the instructions below in the section “Navigating Your Duro-Raft” to ensure maximum safety and enjoyment of your raft.

-        Carefully follow the recommended maintenance schedule for your raft, allowing sufficient time for preventative check-ups and overhauls.

These are only some general pointers, and ultimately it is your responsibility.  And although it is certainly a durable raft, there are no warranties at all.  This Duro-Raft is intended for extremely varied uses, and is designed to experience a billion or more possible combinations of hardships and joys.  Not even God would risk putting a warranty on such a product

Navigating Your Duro-Raft

Your new Duro-Raft is certainly not meant to sit in a garage all day, although you are free to do what you want with it.  Sadly, some people can see no use for it, and simply destroy it.

One of the basic hopes of the inventor was that such a raft may certainly help in the journey along the River of Life.  All of us are journeying anyway, and the current of life truly pulls us all along no matter how hard we try to turn around and swim upstream.  The current is indeed stronger than the strongest of us, and in any case,

“The past is a bucket of ashes.”

-C. Sandburg

Now if you look around you in the River of Life, you certainly can find a strange mixture of people and vehicles.  Many people just try to get along by swimming and it is rumored that the rafts inventor even developed the ability to swim one and a half miles without stopping.  But like many other short-term solutions, it simply won’t work on a river that’s hundreds of thousands of miles long.

Besides your hair falling out, there is the added danger that without some form of raft or boat or yacht, the swimmer will encounter certain dragons lurking below the sometimes muddy waters of River Life.  This can be particularly burdensome on the swimmers friends, who usually have to pull their rafts alongside and give the swimmer a lift; over a long distance, this can become an unsafe navigational practice, as we will discuss later.  Rafts are only intended for use by one person, although we’ve all helped those who may get capsized and are in danger of the dragons.

Well, now that you have your spanking new Duro-Raft sitting in front of you, where are you going to go?  Ah, there’s the problem, you say.  Here the author can only enter some general comments based on his own experience.  It seems clear that the River of Life is truly wide and varied, and there are literally billions of places to go or be.  It is also clear that there are ways to go that some people can feel most safe with, because they can look around and see many travelers along that particular route.

In fact, it even seems that no matter what route you eventually choose, that overall there will be others headed at least in the same general direction.  Each person’s path on their raft is of course fully unique, but Life River has many tributaries and small streams that flow from/to it, and many people of like persuasions are sharing their directions.  It is common for groups of people going in the same general direction to sort of band together, and this indeed becomes complex and often creates many beautiful and, sadly, ugly possibilities.  More on this later.

It seems basically the truth that whatever route you choose, that you can be amongst others who are really looking for the same general thing, who are close to what you are looking for, or maybe farther, but who share the same pull…

That basic truth seems only basic; there are of course no firm rules or answers.  There are those people who completely shun any contact with others in their journey, those who in fact feel that their journey loses its uniqueness unless it is a route chosen by no one else.  If someone has been there before, or may follow, then it becomes even more urgent to find new direction and move on.

This reaction may have a natural cause, though, because of some of the dangers we encounter while journeying down the River of Life.  We usually feel that there are others out there going in the same general direction, but we often find ourselves afraid to journey together.  Most of us who have had rafts in the past (earlier models are always less sophisticated), and have spent good amounts of time bobbing around the river, know full well that some others may try to capsize our rafts, and even destroy them.  There are others out there who haven’t learned how to navigate properly and who don’t give a damn about learning.  Defensive driving is certainly called for, in any case.

It is fully up to each Duro-Raft owner to determine his or her own direction, and once the journey begins, it is usually somehow important to keep that general direction, although it seems good to remember that there are still many roads that lead to Rome.

So, maybe at this point it’s good to take a pause, and really determine your general direction.  It’s up to you, each of you, to…

“Find where you main roots lie,

And do not hanker after other worlds.”

-H. D. Thoreau

Once you’ve sort of pinned that down, fully aware that you can change your mind at any of life’s forks, then it may be kind of nice to find others going in the same general direction.

BEWARE!!!  DANGER!!!

NEVER ALIGN YOURSELF IN WHAT CAN BE CALLED, GULP, A RAFT-CHAIN.  A RAFT-CHAIN IS A GROUP OF RAFTS THAT ARE ALL CHAINED TOGETHER FOLLOWING ONE RAFT, USUALLY STEERED BY A POWERFUL, CHARISMATC LEADER.  THESE ARE USUALLY VERY STRONG CHAINS BY WHICH THE LEADER PULLS THE REST, AND THE NET EFFECT OF THIS IS THAT YOUR RAFT IS NO LONGER UNDER YOUR CONTROL.  SURE, IT MAY FEEL SAFE AND STRONG TO BE UP AND AWAY FROM THE DRAGONS, AND YOU MAY EVEN ENJOY THE GENERAL DIRECTION YOUR LEADER IS TAKING…

BUT YOU ARE NOT THE DRIVER, AND SOMEDAY MAYBE THE LEADER WILL MAKE YOU GIVE CYANIDE TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL BABIES.  YES, GOD FORBID, ONE TIME BACK WHEN THE TRUCKS DROVE AT NIGHT, A MAN TOLD HIS RAFT-CHAIN TO SELF-DESTRUCT, AND 911 DID THAT.  (“Mothers, you must keep your children under control!  They must die with dignity.”)  IT IS RUMORED THAT MAY IN THE WORLD BROKE DOWN AND CRIED:  THE DURO-RAFTS INVENTOR VOWED TO NEVER TELL HIS CHILDREN ABOUT THIS, BUT ONLY TO WATCH OUT FOR ALL RAFT-CHAINS.

“There is a kind of pain,

That is very far beyond words.”

-H. Prather.

The river is always flowing, and the current will pull and twist your Duro-Raft, and flash floods will up no matter what general direction you choose.  But if you are headed in your general direction, and you’re watching out carefully for those lazy drivers that just don’t know anything about navigating, and you’re also keeping an eye open for raft-chains, then maybe it’s time to fully enjoy your new raft by floating along and looking at what the River of Life is pushing past you, all the sights and sounds, and people, and their rafts…

Your Fellow Travelers

Somebody once said that life is an affair of people, but there is plenty out there wherever you look, alone or together.  Most people tend to have two main interests on their journey, the non-people things and the people things.  Some old head doctor named Freud, who lived back when horses drove at night, said something about life’s bottom line – “to work and to love.”  In any case, this introduction to the Owner’s Manual will simply highlight some of these people things.

You are the navigator, and it certainly seems best to steer within a certain distance of your fellow travelers – friends on rafts headed in the same general direction, and not part of a raft-chain, are probably the most that the River of Life has to offer to the common human traveler.  It seems too, that through our fellow travelers, our own journey becomes meaningful; many choose to put those non-people things above the people things, and it’s certainly an open debate for some.  You are steering your own raft wherever you want, but along the way you usually will find it clarifies things to clear close to others.

“We get by with a little help from our friends.”

“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love

You give.”

-The Beatles

It also seems appropriate now to point out that whatever direction you choose, the real enjoyment is to be had along the way, not later on at the end of the journey.  Many people mix this up and simply paddle like fiends in a hurry to get somewhere.  They don’t see the difference between heading in a general direction and taking a plane trip to Hawaii.  It’s not always clear, but usually these people find,

“When you get there, there isn’t any there there.”

-G. Stein

Many people will steer close to your raft, and you will steer close to their rafts.  It is fun and relaxing to talk of our journeys, to create adventures in the River Life, to live and share each rafts potential, to be.  Indeed, we all know to some degree the real joy to be found when two rafts steer very close together and journey together.  

Unfortunately, there are many mysteries that exist when rafts get very close, especially back in the old days when trucks used to drive at night.

Some rafts try to sink anchors into other rafts, to pull them along their way, sort of a mini-raft-chain.  Other rafts are really floating aimlessly down the River of Life, with really unconscious navigators.  These people sometimes bring their rafts very close to find their general direction, or they may seek to ride along in the wake of some hero’s raft.  It can all get very complex.

Others seem to bounce from raft to raft, playing pin-ball with their fellow travelers.  Sometimes these people substitute a lot of bouncing for their general direction.  Again, it’s all very complex.  Others want to steer very close, but are afraid to dent their rafts, if a collision occurs, and this is certainly not an ungrounded fear.

In any case, this is only an introduction, and future chapters of the Duro-Raft Manual will attempt to go into more detail on some of these complex issues.  For now, enjoy your Duro-Raft, navigate bravely in your general direction, draw close to others, and let others draw close to you, even very close.  You only go down the River of Life once.  Be careful.  Strive to be happy.  Before the deluge.

“Never forget, rarely forgive.”

-Ed Koch, major of New York, on survival.

               -For Ben and Elise, I love you all the bunches in the world.

Leon Russell dies at 74... from nytimes.com 11/14/16

LEON RUSSELL LYRICS

                                                                     "Tight Rope"

I'm up on the tightwire

one side's ice and one is fire

its a circus game with you and me

I'm up on the tightrope

one side's hate and one is hope

but the tophat on my head is all you see

And the wire seems to be 

the only place for me

a comedy of errors

and I'm falling

Like a rubber-neck giraffe 

you look into my past

well maybe you're just to blind to - see

I'm up in the spotlight

ohh does it feel right

ohh the altitude 

seems to get to me

I'm up on the tightwire

flanked by life and the funeral pyre

putting on a show 

for you to see

Like a rubber-neck giraffe 

you look into my past 

well maybe you're just too blind to - see

I'm up in the spotlight 

ohh does it feel right

ohh the altitude

really gets to get to me

I'm up on the tightwire

flanked by life and the funeral pyre

putting on a show for you to see

To hear Leon sing this song, take this youtube link:

Leon Russell "Tight Rope"

"and so it goes...onward..." - Ben, 3:26 AM 11/9/2016

TRUMP TRIUMPHS -- Nytimes.com 11/9/16

David Brooks reaction on the Trump win...nytimes 11/11/16:
                    Brooks says Trump will "bloviate"

Kurt Vonnegut > Quotes -- Brainyquotes.com

“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.” 
― Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

"Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand."
-- Kurt Vonnegut

"And so it goes."  -- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

I've Always Been Crazy

Waylon Jennings

I've always been crazy and the trouble that it's put me through
I've been busted for things that I did, and I didn't do
I can't say I'm proud of all of the things that I've done
But I can say I've never intentionally hurt anyone

I've always been different with one foot over the line
Winding up somewhere one step ahead or behind
It ain't been so easy but I guess I shouldn't complain
I've always been crazy but it's kept me from going insane

Beautiful lady, are you sure that you understand
The chances your taking loving a free living man
Are you really sure, you really want what you see
Be careful…

Take this link to hear Waylon sing the song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VO6bI-xrj8

A Tribute to Bob Dylan, new Nobel Laureate in Literature, from the New York Times, 10/15/2016.

New York Times, biography of his music and tracks to listen to...by Guilbert Gates, 10/15/2016.

And finally, on 10/29/16 Dylan spoke about his work and the Nobel Prize...

 “Everything worth doing takes time. You have to write a hundred bad songs before you write one good one. And you have to sacrifice a lot of things that you might not be prepared for. Like it or not, you are in this alone and have to follow your own star.”  - Nytimes.com, 10/29/16.

"Crazy As A Loon", by John Prine

Back before I was a movie star
Straight off of the farm
I had a picture of another man's wife
Tattooed on my arm
With a pack of Camel cigarettes
In the sleeve of my tee shirt
I'm headin' out to Hollywood
Just to have my feelings hurt

That town will make you crazy
Just give it a little time
You'll be walking 'round in circles
Down at Hollywood and Vine
You'll be waitin' on a phone call
At the wrong end of a broom
Yes, that town'll make you crazy
Crazy as a loon

So, I headed down to Nashville
To become a country star
Every night you'd find me hangin'
At every honky-tonk and bar
Pretty soon I met a woman
Pretty soon she done me wrong
Pretty soon my life got sadder
Than any country song

That town will make you crazy
Just give it a little time
You'll be walking 'round in circles
Lookin' for that country rhyme
You'll be waitin' on a phone call
At the wrong end of a broom
Yea, that town'll make you crazy
Crazy as a loon

So, I gathered up my savvy
Bought myself a business suit
I headed up to New York City
Where a man can make some loot
I got hired Monday morning
Downsized that afternoon
Overcome with grief that evening
Now I'm crazy as a loon

So I'm up here in the north woods
Just staring at a lake
Wondering just exactly how much
They think a man can take
I eat fish to pass the time away
'Neath this blue Canadian moon
This old world has made me crazy
Crazy as a loon
Lord, this world will make you crazy
Crazy as a loon

To hear John Prine sing this song...take this link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lS8RjCRolSM

The Ziprasidone Chronicles,  Day 2.

Less manic today, slept fine, awoke 4:19 with severe case of the chills, but otherwise proceeding with normal meds and morning routine.

Afraid to go out, will wait to drive to town when Doris returns home from Wells.  Have driven twice now, from CVS to home, and from Hannaford to home.  Medication runs.

Had crazy idea to re-publish my memoir and add updates to life story to cover the last 3 years, including advancing to Stage 4 CKD.  Read some lengthy emailed articles from DaVita about life on peritoneal dialysis.  

They send me emails about three times a week, with various articles about CKD and life on dialysis.  Made me paranoid that they were being sent by my nephrologist, since the last time I saw him a couple of weeks ago he tried to encourage me to at least consider treatment in the future by peritoneal dialysis.  

Treatment options whirling around in my head, can't imagine reaching ESRD and what that will be like.  Just seems like a huge aircraft carrier is approaching my dying body on the pier and I have to somehow survive it's landing.  

It is something I can't face now, even though I am always trying to face that possibility.  Felt guilty because I drank a 2nd cup of coffee about 9:30 because the house is cold.  It is cloudy this week in Maine, and cold enough to cause me to wonder about venturing upstairs to the storage area to find the old corduroys.

I miss Doris when she teaches all day, and I get very lonely like I did for the past 19 or 20 years of being on Social Security Disability Insurance.  Just this past Wednesday I received my last SSDI payment, and I am now officially drawing Social Security income from the normal retirement trust fund now that I have reached age 66.

I sure don't feel any different, except I am trying the new medicine ziprasidone.  I am still on the old medicine risperidone (4 mg daily) and going slow with the ziprasidone (40 mg daily) for now.

Titration they call it, with breast feeding they call it weaning.  My doctor will slowly add the new, and slowly reduce the old, with the proper pace based on my feedback and ability to regain some functioning.  I am supposed to drive and walk or exercise a little each day, and then slowly increase my activity levels.  Sounds like a fair deal, and I have succeeded for two days, but I am unsure when driving and the anemia from CKD combined with the lethargy and apathy of my head disease make me just sit her calmly and type.  I am weak, and it is about lunch time, so I will eat and sleep and see how energy levels are then.  

And so it goes.

A tribute to Ziprasidone...'hope springs eternal':

Wall Street Journal article about James Taylor...link: 

James Taylor embarked on a new album...Great stuff!

Today, Today, Today

Today, today, today
I'm finally on my way
The time has come to say
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

The bird is on the wing
The bell is about to ring
The big girl she's about to sing
Today, today, today

The world will open wide
And I'm running with the tide
It's time to cut this side
And I must not miss my ride

Somehow I haven't died
And I feel the same inside
As when I caught this ride
When first I sold my pride

Songwriters
JAMES TAYLOR

Youtube video of James Taylor Singing his new song...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zrqM85B5ik

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And Here is a Classic, Bob Dylan's 30th Anniversary Concert:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGEIMCWob3U

My Back Pages

WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ’neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now

Copyright © 1964 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1992 by Special Rider Music

Slip Slidin' Away, by Paul Simon

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

I know a man, he came from my home town
He wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown
He said "Delores, I live in fear
My love for you is so overpowering

I'm afraid that I will disappear"
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination

The more you're slip slidin' away
I know a woman, became a wife
These are the very words she uses to describe her life
She said "A good day ain't got not rain"

She said "A bad day's when I lie in bed
And I think of things that might have been"
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away

You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he had done

He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again
Slip slidin' away

Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away
God only knows, God makes his plan

The information's unavailable to the mortal man
We're working our jobs, collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway
When in fact we're slip slidin' away

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

Written by Paul Simon • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

Take this link to hear Paul sing the song...:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUODdPpnxcA

Bitterness and resentment only hurt one person, and it's not the person we're resenting - it's us. Alana Stewart
Read more at: Quotations on bitterness and unforgiveness...

"When it becomes more difficult to suffer than to change... you will change." --Robert Anthony, HBS.

“But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated.” 

― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea


Especially for those who cannot change...
               
         "There is a robot-like fixity and petrification
         of attitude and reactions which are not only
         due to poverty of ideas but also to a very 
         small choice of modes of behavior."

         --From "Possible Courses: 30 Years Later", 
         in Surviving Schizophrenia, by E. Fuller 
         Torrey, M. D. 

Brainyquote quotations on:  "difficult changes"


About Picasso painting "Harlequin Musician", 1924:

Permission granted to change...NYTimes, 8/31/16

My family’s choice aligns with a simple theory of the economist and co-author of “Freakonomics” Steven D. Levitt: People who aren’t sure about uprooting their lives probably should. “As a basic rule of thumb, people are too cautious when it comes to making a change,” he told a reporter for The Atlantic.

Knowing this, you would think that my own life-changing move to New Zealand would become much easier. But it hasn’t. And the reason, more than anything else, is the voice inside my head that keeps screaming at me. “People just don’t do this sort of thing,” it yells. “Name one person you know that’s done this,” it demands.  What the little voice is doing is something that I bet many people can relate to.

He’s looking for permission. My biggest fears right now are not dealing with the bureaucratic nightmares of moving to a new country, though there are plenty of those.  

Instead, my big concern has to do with what right I have to do this thing I’ve always wanted to do. Seeking approval and external validation is part of the human experience, but when it comes to making a big life change, they can be hard to find. People expect you to stay how you are, to maintain the status quo, to stay the course. And if you get bogged down looking for that affirmation to make a change, you may never make it.

I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up 

alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up

with people who make you feel alone.   --  Robin Williams



Read more at: Robin Williams Quotes...

"Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity."   -- Hippocrates

Hippocrates quotes on Brainyquote web site....

Listen to the rallies in support of Donald Trump for President of the United States.  Take this link to see and hear the terrible rise of American Fascism...a la Trump...

http://www.nytimes.com/video/us/politics/100000004533191/unfiltered-voices-from-donald-trumps-crowds.html


                      

David Brooks of the New York Times, to his fellow Republicans

Tom Friedman on Trump:  "He is a disgusting human being".  - NY Times.

                                    Mr. Trump and Spineless Republicans

                                     NY Times, 8/2/2016

  Hillary Clinton Warns of ‘Moment of    Reckoning’ in Speech Accepting Nomination

       NY Times Article - 7/29/2016

                        

                         A father speaks to the Donald..."You're Fired!"

         NY Times article about Mr. Khans speech to the Donald.