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Day 953

8/31/2019

tHE GENTLE, FINAL DAYS
OF SUMMER - THE DAYS
THAT BREAK OUR HEARTS
Do we get a vacation from donald Trump?

THESE ARE THE DAYS that break your heart.
   Late summer, on the New England coast, where Cat and I live.
   The days of late August and early September are so beautiful, so sweet, so glorious that you wish there was some way to stop the clock, to stretch time in order to take the day in properly. Instead, the minutes rush by as if there were no such thing as time limits, minutes melting into hours and then the entire day is gone, and the one after that and after that, no matter that you take an oath every morning that today, you’ll capture all of it and never let it go.
   It’s hard to put a paw on it. Is it the softness of the air? The rustle of the leaves, still green? The luminous lawns and meadows? Waves jostling the shore rocks, which rumble contentedly. And those mysterious evening concerts performed by achoir of many voices. Who’s in those choirs? Insects? Frogs? And where are they? In the bushes? The trees?
   The air is so gentle. Did I say that? The air is so affable and unthreatening, not cold, not hot. Just right, even for a dog. The sky is absurdly blue. You’re saying that dogs are supposed not supposed to notice such things. Memo to Humans: We do. We care. We love the sky when it's deep blue.

“If I COULD BREAK IN HERE, PHOEBE- just for a second or two,” says Cat,who's been looking over my shoulder as I write. "While you're rhapsodizing about the joys of late summer in New England, a hurricane is beating up the Bahamas, and may be getting ready to do a number on Florida or the Carolinas.

   “A lot of big numbers, actually,” Cat said. “One-hundred-fifty-mile-an-hour winds, 48-inches of rain. Hate to be the cloud at the beach here.”
   “But that's all happening somewhere else," I said to Cat, turning back to the laptop.
   Here in Rhode Island, it’s not yet time for the Big One, the hurricane we anticipate every year, that we worry about, plan for, the One that will rip out every beach on the south coast, and collapse the very buildings that are supposed to be safe shelters, tossing million-dollar yachts onto the rocks, the One they’ll be talking about for years and giving lectures about at the historical societies, comparing it to the ’38 Hurricane, except this One will have the advantages of the powerful, new mechanics of climate change.

BUT NOT TODAY. Maybe later in the week, maybe a couple of weeks from now in September. Even October, when it will be wicked cold while the power is out.
    But not yet. These are days of late summer. Time to roll in the grass.
    Every year, we forget just how perfect these days can be, how perfect they really are.
   Sometimes in the afternoons, the wind picks up, still warm, but strong and steady, so that seagulls just float, barely moving their wings, then diving at something they’ve spotted in a wave, then, with just a twitch, gaining altitude.
   As if there was no such thing as gravity.
   As if there were no such thing as a bad day or bad weather.
   "As if there were no such thing as Donald Trump."

“WHO SAID THAT!,” I barked
   “I did,” Cat said. “Trump is still president, in case you’ve forgotten. In fair weather and foul."
   “You are a wicked creature,” I said.
   “Maybe so,” Cat said. “But you can’t hide from what’s going on, any more than Florida and the Carolinas can ignore that Hurricane Dorian has been upgraded to Category Four.”
   “Just what does that mean, Category Four,” I said. "What are you, the meteorology cat?"
   “Anybody who asks that is trying to avoid the matter,” Cat said. “Just like you’re trying to take a vacation from Donald Trump, and what he’s doing every day, every night, no matter the season, the time of day, the day of the week.”
   “I know who the president of the United States is, Cat,” I protested. “I was just trying to write about the wonderful days of late summer….”
      "Did you know that just last week," Cat said, "that Trump’s environmental outlaws were rewriting greenhouse gas rules intended to keep methane from worsening climate change, which is, by the way, making hurricanes like Dorian are more powerful, more destructive.”
   “But, Cat...,” I said.

“FOCUS, PHOEBE,” Cat said, his voice rising. “How about this for a late summer reverie, straight from the Trump Torture Tower?
"In an unimaginable cruel move, even for Trump, his Toadies have rewritten the rules that allow desperately ill non-citizens to be in the United States while they get medical treatments,” Cat said. "Now they've got to go."
“Actual case: Maria Isabel Bueso just got a letter from the government – that’s our government, Phoebe – saying that she’s got 33 days to get out of the country, back to Guatemala, or they’ll deport her.
Maybe they'll let her take that motorized wheelchair that she uses, because she's paralyzed from the waist down.

   "Bueso came to California when she was 7," Cat said, "because she has a genetic disease that causes her all sorts of problems, like dwarfism, spinal cord compression and, of course, early death."
   “But Bueso didn't die. She’s 24,” Cat continued. “Why? Because she was part of an experimental program that developed a first-ever treatment that fights that disease. In fact, that wouldn’t have been developed if Bueso hadn’t enrolled in the trials, which needed one more patient to proceed. And it’s extending her and other people’s lives.
   "In the meantime, she graduated summa cum laude from a California university – in dog terms, that means she’s been a ‘very, very good' student.""
   "But now, she’s got 33 days to get ‘back’ to Guatemala, where she can’t get those weekly infusions that are keeping her alive.," he said.
   “It’s possible, because the New York Times and other media outlets have being writing stories about her and others in the same situation, that the government will cancel this little bit of unfathomable depravity, while the rest of Trump’s campaign continues to destroy people under the principle that once they were somewhere else and now are here."
   “And then again, maybe not, maybe they'll try to tough this one out,” Cat said. “In which case, Maria Isabel Bueso will be in Guatemala, quicker than a summer hurricane can change course.
    "Once she's 'home,' she’ll start to have trouble breathing and maybe develop an infection or two, while she awaits the heart attack. That's the thing her doctors expect will kill her - a heart attack."
   “So, Phoebe," Cat said, "have a nice day. Another nice late summer day."

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Day 943

8/22/2019

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INSLEE BECAME THE INVISIBLE cANDIDATE;
THAT'S A TRAGEDY: FOR THE EARTH & U.S.

“THERE'S ONE BRIGHT spot,” I was saying to Cat this morning.
   “What’s that?” Cat said glumly, obviously not yet adjusted to the disappointing news that broke last night.
   “At least we got the T-shirt before it was too late,” I said.
   “Phoebe – and I suspect our more sagacious readers know this by now – you can be alarmingly shallow,” Cat said.
   “I’m just trying to lighten things up, instead of wallowing in disappointment,” I said.
   I didn't want to admit it to Cat, but I actually was excited that we’d ordered the “Jay Inslee for President” T-shirt before he dropped out of the race, despite the urgency of his mission – defeating climate change – and because the Tracking Trump blog had given Inslee our unqualified endorsement exactly one month ago. CLICK to go to that posting.

   For whatever reason, Inslee's candidacy never took hold, and he announced Aug. 21 on the Rachel Maddow program on MSNBC that he was dropping out. Cat and I stayed up late last night trying to figure out why.
   It’s entirely possible that – despite the recent series of Old Testament-type wildfires, floods, constantly updating temperature records, rising ocean levels, hurricanes, torrential rain and increasingly dire warnings by scientists – that not enough of us are taking Inslee’s central issue, climate change, seriously, as in:

People of Earth: You are about to turn your planet into Mars if you don’t do something RIGHT NOW, you miserable, polluting, spoiled, selfish, car-crazed, Amazon-rain-forest-burning, carbon-emitting, stupid, climate-change-denying deadmen (& women) walking!

IN THE AGE OF TRUMP, maybe it’s not enough to be a pleasant, accomplished experienced woman or man to get ahead in politics. Maybe you have to do something besides being supremely qualified to get noticed.
We’ve already been through Jay’s resume: former state legislator, long-time U.S.

Congressman and two-term governor of Washington (the state), during which, in addition to pushing climate change, he boosted included jobs programs, support for unions, etc., demonstrating he can walk and chew gum.Maybe the fault lies within the Democratic Party, which has tried hard to find a way to whittle down the huge field of primary candidates, by increasing the qualifications to participate in the next TV debates to candidates who poll over 2 percent and have assembled 130,000 donors. Inslee this week got enough donors; but he never moved the decimal point beyond his 0.2-percent polling average. In our view, it may be an objective elimination system; but by forcing Inslee out, it turns out to be a flawed methodology.

HERE AT THE TRACKING TRUMP blog, we are loath to blame the media, given our own superior brand of commentary and journalism.
   Still, we are troubled by the fact that it was extremely hard to find out what Our Man was up to by following in the regular media. Cat and I had no idea whether he showed up at the Iowa State Fair (he did, according to one news story about his dropping out), whether he was adding planks to his climate change platform (he wast, according drop-out stories).
   Inslee was doing so poorly that, in one New York Times article about how lower-tier candidates were struggling to meet requirements to qualify for the third round of debates, he wasn’t even mentioned. Let me repeat: Inslee was doing so horribly in the polls that the Times did not mention his name in an article about candidates doing poorly
   And just yesterday, the Times had this totally superficial feature about what kind of music the candidates use to energize their campaign events, headlined What the Rally Playlists Say About the Candidates.
   The world’s greatest newspaper devoted three entire pages to analyzing them. Sen. Elizabeth Warren’s roundup included this paragraph: Ms. Warren turned 70 in June, making her among the oldest candidates in the race. Most of the songs in her playlist date from the 1990s and earlier. And Julian Castro’s review was meaner: Mr. Castro’s choices reflect the studious dullness of someone who learns about new records from supermarket speakers. Nowhere in the three entire pages was Jay Inslee mentioned.
   Maybe that's just as well, given the snarky reviews for Senator Liz and Obama cabinet secretary Castro. But not even one measly paragraph?

NOT THAT CAT and I doubt that Governor Jay “never caught fire.” Phoebe spent three days at boarding kennel, and during late night discussions among relatively politically aware fellow “guests,” no one had even heard the name “Jay Inslee.” One guessed that he was a member of the “jay” wing of some ornithological family.
Also, after receiving the campaign T-shirt, we - actually The Grouchy One, one of the two Humans we live with – wore it around town on his errands and no one even asked anything about it. It could be that the T-shirt itself gives us a clue about the effectiveness of the Inslee campaign.

It features a drawing of Inslee, emphasizing his dark rimmed glasses he wore during the second round of TV debates, since that was one of the things some reporters mentioned in fleeting references to him. Seizing on that “humanizing” feature, the campaign came up a depiction that shows only some hair, the glasses, no facial features except for a chin line and then a silhouette of a suit jacket and necktie.
Cat and I think that, while graphically clever,it has a cartoon quality to it, and it really doesn't tell

you that Inslee was an actual and serious candidate.
Cat, who loves old movies, noted that there is a resemblance to depictions of the main character in the “Invisible Man” series of films, which show only clothing when the Invisible Man wants to be “seen.”
And, in fact, the T-shirt inadvertently may symbolize the tragedy of the Democratic primary campaign – Jay Inslee was the Invisible Candidate.

WE SAY TRAGEDY, because we believe he is supremely qualified, with what one article referred to as an “easy-going” personality that well could have brought warring elements of the Democratic Party together, and again, because he has his priorities – and the country’s – correct: climate change is the most important issue: no earth, no nothing.
Inslee came up with this eloquent synthesis of his message that is both terrifying and hopeful:

   “We are the first generation to feel the sting of climate change, and we are the last generation that can do something about it.”
   Shortly after noon, Eastern time, Inslee sent supporters an email with a new campaign logo: JAY INSLEE FOR GOVERNOR.
   "It has been a profound honor to have worked with you on our mission to defeat climate change, and I'm proud of what we've accomplished, both in the presidential race and in my role as governor of Washington, where we have established a model of progressive action for the country...."
    So now the double challenge of the 2020 presidential campaign – saving the planet, and replacing the most frightening president in U.S. history – will be left to the remaining another Democrat.
   Cat and I, with full heart and soul, will advocate for anyone that the Democrats pick to face Donald Trump.
   But we believe that the country may have passed by a man who could have been our best hope of accomplishing both key political and environmental goals and helping to lead us out catastrophe.

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Day 934

8/13/2019

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IF YOU'RE KIND (AND MOST PEOPLE ARE), CAN YOU VOTE FOR TRUMP?

YOU'RE KIND.
     I know you are kind, because most of us are.
     And because we’re kind, we can’t vote for Donald Trump.
     I was talking to Cat about this yesterday, after the Grouchy One and I came back from our walk, in this case, to at a tidal conservation and wildlife area near our home in Newport, R.I.
      Long ago, someone put up a teepee-like structure with giant poles in the middle of one of the ponds.
     Fast forward to now, and there’s a huge nest atop the poles, and three young ospreys are flapping their wings. A woman taking photos with a huge telescopic lens told us that the trio has learned to fly but they're not quite ready to leave the nest.

   “What’s this have to do with anything?” Cat interrupted.
     “It was a very kind thing that people did for the ospreys, putting up that nesting thing," I said, "because 70 years ago the hawk-like birds seemed to be dying out as a result of pesticides, particularly DDT, as well as loss of habit where they could nest. DDT has been banned, and people have built nesting areas, like the one in Newport. Now, according to the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, Ospreys are a conservation success story.
     “And?”

   “The day we were at the marsh, the news was full of the latest unkind things Donald Trump was up to, as always,” I said. “The kind of cruel, hateful, horrific, ghastly unkindnesses that are tearing America to pieces – its people, its ideals.”
    “Continue, Phoebe.”
    “First, the administration announced new rules to weaken the Endangered Species Act, which has helped save all sorts of creatures, including the very symbol of America, the bald eagle.”
     “Trump’s sycophants the same day also announced a new way to be mean to immigrants,” I continued, “new regulations aimed at LEGAL immigrants. If they use benefits like housing subsidies and Food stamps, they will have far lower chances of getting Green Cards and becoming full citizens.”
     “Being an animal, and proud of it,” said Cat, “I can understand your worry about the wildlife law. But doesn’t the country already discourage immigrants from using taxpayer resources? Let ‘em stand on their own four feet sort of thing?”
     “I think it’s ‘stand on their own two feet,’ “ I said. “These are benefits that people who are poorly paid, whether they are immigrants or not, need in order pay bills while they work their way up the economic ladder of the American Dream.”
     “It’s another mean thing Trump is doing to scare off immigrants, I said. “The rules were announced soon after the raid on chicken-processing factories in Mississippi, where more than 600 immigrant workers were arrested, in some cases with their kids stranded at school or at home. And after the slaughter of more than 20 people, many with Mexican backgrounds, at an El Paso shopping center.”
     “And?” Cat said.
     “And kind people – people who have done kind things in the past, people who are doing something kind right now, people who are planning something kind for tomorrow – these kind people must put a stop to this,” I said.
     “Assuming that people are kind,” Cat said.

"OF COURSE THEY ARE KIND," I said to him. “You see it every day. People give money to people on street corners – even when they’re not sure they’re homeless like their signs say. Kind people volunteer to serve food at free kitchens. They coach kids’ sports teams. They feed birds in their backyards. They allow other drivers, who are trying to get onto rush-hour expressways, to pull ahead of them. Kind people take care of sick grandparents. Kind grandparents take care of their kids’ kids. Kind people donate to charities, hold doors for people in wheel chairs, and get this: kind people sometimes rescue stray dogs and even cats.”
“This happens all over America every day," I said. "Kind people prepare church suppers. Kind conservatives pick up litter. Kind liberals pick up crying children. Maybe it's the other way around. People give away their clothes, show a new worker where the office restrooms are, hire ex-cons, take people who can’t drive to the supermarket. Kind people volunteer as teacher aides, send money to people whose homes are destroyed by wildfires, floods and predatory lenders.”
“Kind people pull other people out from burning cars, throw themselves over people next to them to protect them from assassins’ bullets. They campaign against drunk driving. Kind people give directions to visitors to towns that don’t have street signs. Kind people lobby for treatment of people addicted to opioids, vote for bond issues to build new schools, brake for animals, rally at the States House against discriminatory laws, lobby to ban plastic supermarket bags, promote smoke-free zones at playgrounds and campaign for lead-free drinking water.”

CAT BROKE IN AGAIN – you knew he would.
     “What does this have to do with Trump?” he asked.
     "You're kind to ask," I said. “Kind people – and most Americans are – can’t vote for Donald Trump.”
     “Think about it. If you are a parent teaching your daughter not to fib, Donald Trump has just told his 12,000th "false or misleading claim", as the Washington Post puts it, since taking office. If you are the kind of parent teaching your son that girls and women are their equals, Trump wants the lad to grow up groping women’s private areas, forcing kisses on strangers, leering at undressed beauty contestants, mocking abused women. If you are waiting in an emergency room for hours with your child who’s suffering his latest asthma attack, Trump is working to poison the air you’ll both breathe leaving the hospital."
     “If you’re the kind of person who builds a structure on which ospreys can nest, Trump is making entire species disappear from heaven and earth. If your kindness includes feeding the hungry, Trump is snatching away their Food Stamps. If your church is welcoming refugees, Trump is driving them away, some to their deaths.

     CAT BROKE IN AGAIN, now with his usual “Common Sense Cat” analytics, although with a tone that wasn’t overly unkind.
      “In a way,” Cat observed, “people who are kind, are kind of trapped: If they've done even one kind thing, they know Donald Trump is going to kill that kindness.”
     “I guess that for once, Cat, we’re kind of on the same page.” I said.
     So the two of us, who frankly are only occasionally kind, agreed to leave it this way:
     Donald Trump is killing the America that kind Americans have worked so hard to build.
     He’s destroying the little things, as well as the large ones, that kindness - our own and that of others - have made possible.
     But kind people can’t let him, won't let him.
     They're too kind to vote any other way. And there are so many of them.

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Day 928

8/7/2019

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NOW, IT'S THE LEFT'S TURN TO BASH
THE MEDIA. WHY? TOO SOFT ON TRUMP!

"HUMANS – ESPECIALLY THE LEFTY KIND – can be really, really, REALLY annoying,” I was saying to Cat this morning.
   “So profound,” Cat answered with his familiar sneer. “Cats have known this about all Humans for centuries, but it’s rarely discussed among us, because it’s so obvious. We accommodate their failings because it beats rounding a bird every morning for breakfast."
   “I’m no longer sure it was a good idea that my ancestors, the wolves, decided to come in from the cold and find common ground with Humans and their fireplaces,” I agreed.
   “What brings on such a sour observation from a ‘Sweet Dog,’” Cat said, again mocking me.
   “I was reading that some Lefties are mad at the media,” I said.
   “Really?” Cat said, with genuine astonishment. “I thought the media (except our Fox cousins) is/are widely considered to be dominated by Left-Leaners – not that reporters don’t try – and even succeed – at being ‘objective,’ but they start from a Left World point of view.”
   “I was reading something in Politico this morning with this headline:"
DEMOCRATS’ FRUSTRATION WITH THE NEWS MEDIA BOILS OVER.
   “Can I interrupt here?” Cat asked. “Aren’t there more important things to worry about than someone griping about the media? How about people being massacred in El Paso and Dayton? How about the guns, Phoebe? How about no one needing AK-47’s meant to slaughter score of Humans (and their pets) in seconds?”

“True,” I said. “But I was just flabbergasted by the idea that the Lefties are ticked off at the press. It’s like being mad at firefighters saving your burning house; the Coast Guard rescuing you when your kayak swamped; farmers when you’re craving lunch. I mean, the ‘media’ are/is the single most effective force in the country holding Trump to account. It’s bad enough having the Republican zombies going after the media; but the Left?”

    'OKAY,“ CAT SAID, “What are Left-wingers cawing about?”
    “One thing that got them going was a headline in the New York Times on Aug. 6, about Teleprompter Trump’s fake speech after the shootings," I said:
TRUMP URGES UNITY VS. RACISM
   “That’s what White (House) Man actually said,” Cat noted. “Aren’t newspapers supposed to report what presidents say?”
   “People maintained it wasn’t critical enough, and made it seem like they were treating Trump as a normal president, instead of a racist hypocrite psychopath,” I said. “Politico says that Beto O’Rourke called the headline ‘unbelievable.’ And other Democrats, who also are running for president, piled on.
   “In fact, even the Times’ top editor, Dean Baquet, didn’t like what he called a ‘bad headline,’ and ordered it changed in a later edition to:
ASSAILING HATE, BUT NOT GUNS
   “It is more argumentative,” Cat observed. “But is that what ‘objective' papers are supposed to do, write skeptical headlines and stories, instead of at least trying to be fair in hard-news stories and leaving it to editorial writers and columnists to critique The Creep?”
   “It gets worse,” I said. “When O’Rourke was asked by a reporter whether there was anything Trump could do about the massacres, he replied that Trump has ‘been calling Mexican immigrants rapists and criminals. Members of the press, what the fuck?’ “
   “Elegantly put by Beto,” Cat said. “Isn’t he the former Congressman who thinks he's qualified to be president because he wasn't able to oust Sen. Ted (Crazy Ted) Cruz last year?”
   “And here’s the really stupid part,” I continued. “Politico says a hashtag #CancelNYT is making the rounds, and one bright bulb, Adam Jentleson, an ex-aide to ex-Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, said he was dropping his Times subscription because the paper “doesn’t accurately report the news.”
    Cat was stupefied.
    I explained that the Left is accusing the media of going easy on Trump, pretending to be objective, while airbrushing The Greatest Comb-Over's racism.
    Cat and I agreed that we should send the Left the usual commandment about avoiding the blame-the-messenger thing. And to remind everyone, Left and Right, how hard the major media folks have been working to do their traditional job in the face of a non-normal president who is a liar, a racist and a relentless phony.
   The Washington Post, for example, keeps a running total on the Still-A-Child’s lies. The "Fact Checker" on Aug. 2, noted a landmark achieved:

PRESIDENT TRUMP HAS MADE
MORE THAN 10,000 FALSE OR MISLEADING CLAIMS

The Fact Checker is keeping a running list of all of President Trump's false or misleading claims, reviewing every word the president says (or tweets) to compile an exhaustive catalogue of misstatements. In the course of his more than 10,000 false or misleading claims, Trump made nearly three times as many false or misleading statements in his second year than he did in his first. And he's nearly made as many false claims in his third year as he did in his first. Almost a quarter of these claims were during campaign style rallies and nearly a fifth were about immigration.

   "JUST THE FACT that papers are routinely describing the president of the United States as a liar and a racist is unheard of,” I said.
   And look what kinds of stories the Times is doing, again unprecedented.
   When Trump went on his racist tirade against the four black Congresswomen known as the “Squad,” Peter Baker, the paper's White House chief correspondent, wrote this:

President Trump woke up on Sunday morning, gazed out at the nation he leads, saw the dry kindling of race relations and decided to throw a match on it. It was not the first time, nor is it likely to be the last. He has a pretty large carton of matches and a ready supply of kerosene.
…When it comes to race, Mr. Trump plays with fire like no other president in a century. While others who occupied the White House at times skirted close to or even over the line, finding ways to appeal to the resentments of white Americans with subtle and not-so-subtle appeals, none of them in modern times fanned the flames as overtly, relentlessly and even eagerly as Mr. Trump.

Now, let's see what the Times OPINION columnists have been writing about doing to shield the public from the Imposter President's true nature (Click on the images to link to their columns):

We are big fans of Mr. Blow, whose extreme fire burns constantly. Here's how he started the above column:

Let’s get the obvious stuff out of the way. Yes, Donald Trump is a vile racist. He regularly uses dehumanizing language about nonwhites, including members of Congress. And while some argue that this is a cynical strategy designed to turn out Trump’s base, it is at most a strategy that builds on Trump’s pre-existing bigotry. He would be saying these things regardless (and was saying such things long before he ran for president); his team is simply trying to turn bigoted lemons into political lemonade.

    SO WHILE NEWSPAPERS like the Times are fighting for financial survival, while simultaneously being berated as the ‘enemy of the people’ by the Liar-In-Chief, people on the Left want to cancel their subscriptions?
    We ask you: how can Humans - even the supposedly Good-Guy/Gal Progressives, who we assume have the answers to all of the world’s problems, who we’re relying on to save the country and the world, be so stupid and so shoot-yourself-in-the-foot self-defeating?
   “And what's more, why do they get mad when we bark at the mail-persons?” I added.
   “Or throw up on the couch?” Cat said
   “Truly, somebody has to save us from Donald Trump,” I said.
   “But first,” Cat said, “somebody has to save us from the All-Too-Human Left.”

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A "sweet dog" and a smart opossum consider a nation at risk.

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PHOEBE, a "sweet dog" who came to Rhode Island in 2010 as a stray puppy from Missouri, was a political agnostic until Trump's catastrophic election. She tracked his presidency in a blog, which she decided to resurrect it this year when it became obvious that Republicans are committed to Trump's destructive policies

MR. O, an opossum, showed up in Phoebe's backyard somewhat mysteriously. He turned out to have genuine insight into political matters, and he agreed to assume co-author duties of the blog after Phoebe's previous writing partner, Cat, a cat, died.

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Day 953

tHE GENTLE, FINAL DAYSOF SUMMER - THE DAYSTHAT BREAK OUR HEARTSDo we get a vacation from donald Trump?

Day 943

INSLEE BECAME THE INVISIBLE cANDIDATE;THAT'S A TRAGEDY: FOR THE EARTH & U.S.

Day 934

IF YOU'RE KIND (AND MOST PEOPLE ARE), CAN YOU VOTE FOR TRUMP?

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NOW, IT'S THE LEFT'S TURN TO BASHTHE MEDIA. WHY? TOO SOFT ON TRUMP!

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THAT'S A TRAGEDY: FOR THE EARTH & U.S.

NOW, IT'S THE LEFT'S TURN TO BASH
THE MEDIA. WHY? TOO SOFT ON TRUMP!