THERE IS ONLY ONE VALID DIAGNOSIS

DONALD TRUMP IS UN-HINGED

Definition of unhinged:  (unglued; especially :  mentally deranged)

Multiple doctors' DX: Donald Trump is a menace (and a f***ing idiot, as well).

"Any candidate can promise the moon. But politicians have records of success, failure, or plain backsliding by which their promises may be judged. Trump can try to make his blankness a virtue by calling it a kind of innocence. But he is like a man with no credit history applying for a mortgage — or, in this case, applying to manage a $3.8 trillion budget and the most fearsome military on earth".

--National Review

WAS THERE SOMETHING SUBLIMINAL IN PALIN'S MISPRONOUNCEMENT OF THE WORD "DEAL"?

"I am the master of the dill"

Oh...I'm a big 'dill' too!!

                ...or I'll call you a bad name.

The Classic "British Response" of Ridicule...bring it on!

I MUST SAY...

YOU DO A GREAT IMPRESSION OF MARJOE GARTNER, MR. CRUZ!!!!!!!

[ You know, that Chronicles thing you talk about...how about Corinthians? Is that next? ]

Almost as good as Karl Rove's impression of Porky Pig!

WARNING, PEOPLE: A LEOPARD NEVER CHANGES HIS SPOTS !!

Narcissistic personality disorder: also called NPD

·       A disorder in which a person has an inflated sense of self-importance.

·       Can't be cured, but treatment may help.

·       Chronic: can last for years or be lifelong.

C'mon already! Will someone rid us of this god-awful human being ?????

In other words...where are Becket's knights when we need them?

AN EXCEPTIONAL LAST SPEECH...

AN EXCEPTIONAL LAST SPEECH...

UNARMED TRUTH AND UNCONDITIONAL LOVE?

Let this be the final word?

 You got it!!!

[And let's stamp out 'Trump-ism', as well.]       PLEASE !!!

1-8-2016 IS SPECIAL BECAUSE...

...and many happy returns!!

XOX, MOM and DAD

[and brothers]!

                               Lara at about age 6-7;  Disney World

CROSS THE BRIDGE CAREFULLY...

      ( WHEN  YOU  GET  THERE )

Departed  Comrade

Departed comrade! Thou, redeemed from pain

Shall sleep the sleep that kings desire in vain:

Not thine, the sense of loss

But lo, for us the void

That never shall be filled again.

Not thine, but ours the grief.

All pain is fled from thee.

And we are weeping in thy stead;

Tears for the mourners who are left behind

Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.

Feel no guilt in laughter, he’d know how much you care.

Feel no sorrow in a smile that he is not here to share.

You cannot grieve forever; he would not want you to.

He’d hope that you could carry on the way you always do.

So, talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared,

The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.

Let memories surround you, a word someone may say

Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day,

That brings him back as clearly as though he were still here,

And fills you with the feeling that he is always near.

For if you keep those moments, you will never be apart

And he will live forever locked safely within your heart.

Last Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Soaring there,

I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My spirit through the footless halls of air.

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue

I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew.

And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

This high 'untrespassed' sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of the gods.

Dedicated to someone who 'passed over' a few hours earlier...