Two Tracks? A Railway to Hell!

I wasn't going to write another political piece. I swore I was done with them.

But the fact that somebody in that Big White House felt this was the time to blow the lid off our "Two Track" Presidency was the last thing I wanted to know.

Out here in #FlyOverAmerica we've been busy, working our $7 hour jobs, cussing the way the GOP has screwed up our Healthcare - even WORSE, and trying to living our lives but secretly afraid that the world's gone crazy.

Many of my friends fall into categories when it comes to politics. They are either: a) glued to MSNBC news, b) hiding from the news, c) watching Fox and sneering at the liberal News, d) trying to carry on when terrified that the USA will become a dictatorship tomorrow, e) praying to any God that will listen for deliverance from all those crazy bastards in DC, f) drinking, popping pills or shooting dope because they can't take the News anymore.

I went from B to E when I heard about the New York Times piece about The Resistance in the White House. I'm not 'reassured' - I'm not surprised, either. The Insane Clown Car pulled up to the White House and discharged the whole freaking circus two years ago, after all.

I've got some big fat doubts about that person's motives. In fact, if I was going to put a bet on who wrote it - I'd say it was a Big Fat Pinko Troll.

That OpEd had Friends of Vlad the Impaler written all over it.

Some has to say it, so it's gonna be me: The Russians Won the 2016 Election. They used the GOP/NRA/KGB gerrymandered election system against them to install the Manchurian Candidate, only this time they used a senile, greedy, despotic excuse of a con man.

And November isn't going to make it any better.

I can see the footprints of the Russian Trolls all over Facebook. I see people that I care about falling for the propaganda being pumped out by Fox News, or paralyzed by the hysteria of MSNBC. I see the Memes against kneeling for Social Justice. I see the Memes targeting our soldiers, trying to rile them up against the 'liberal snowflakes.' I see the "love our AR-15 machine guns or get out of 'Merika" propaganda. (The damn things are for sale at the freaking FEED STORES for the love of God.)

And I see the footprints of Pinko Trolls all over my blog.

I've logged out of my Twitter account. I logged out of Facebook. I cancelled Direct TV. And I still love my friends and family members who have bought all the bullshit and drank the Orange koolade. Most of all - I still have my friends who were born in other countries, or who were born of other ethnic groups, no matter what their skin color might be.

But - and this is the big one - the last thing I want to see is some mealy-mouthed toady bragging to the world that S/HE is a hero because they stole a sheet of paper of the desk of a madman. That this anonymous ring-kisser is 'the adult in the room' and that America should sleep better knowing The Resistance is in the White House.

REALLY? where the fuck are you Mitch McConnell? Paul Ryan?

You were the first ones in line to crucify THE THREAT TO THE FREE WORLD when it was a WOMAN and just a bunch of E-MAIL. You called her a TRAITOR and never so much as blushed.

You brow beat us all with eight damned YEARS of posturing and chest-beating when it was a BLACK MAN sitting at that desk in the Oval Office.

Now, y'all are showing your yella backs like the stink-bait you are.

If there really is Karma - y'all will be born as sewer rats for the next thousand years.

Goals - Publishing

I just finished a blog on Icy Road, it's an announcement of taking K. A. Jordan e-books 'wide' to as many outlets and vendors as I can.

In addition, I've taken steps to publish as many of my mother's short stories as I can in the next two years. I've enlisted some people to help me. I've pulled out the fourth volume and started reading. I've sent packets of short stories to a Beta Reader for evaluation.

Because, it will be 10 years since I started publishing e-books in 2020. And in ten years, I should know if this hobby of mine will ever become a business, or if it will continue to be a drop in the bucket. The best way for me to figure it out is to make a big push to see what happens.

After all, the Hoard is gone, my parent's farm is gone, the estate is settled and I have my life back. Two of my horses are over 30 years old, I'm looking to re-home the young mare so I don't have to put her down when the other two cross the bridge. The alpacas are slated for a new home this fall. We can sell the geese and the ducks without any problem. I can bring my chickens with me, just not the roosters.

Honestly, by the time 2020 rolls around, I'll have a better idea of the political climate. Right now, the news concerns me greatly. As does the report I get from Google on my blog readership.

In 2020 I'll reach a personal milestone - and I've been asking myself if I want to spend the rest of my life working on this farm, or do I want to retire to the City? There are a lot of nice cities out there. And I want what the millennial generation wants, a place with public transportation. I'd like to be part of an artists colony, but those are very hard to find.

The long list includes: Cleveland (it has RTA and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame), Erie PA, Buffalo NY, Panesville OH, Fairport Harbor, Madison on the Lake and Ashtabula Harbor.

So I'm going to work it out in the next two years.