Excuse Me... Isn't That Illegal?

What Is The Punishment For Using A Federal Government WebSite To Promote Personal Business?

President-Elect Donald Trump’s official government website is up and running at greatagain.gov

People from America and Around The World will be reading the pages on this site.

It has information about the President-Elect and Vice President-Elect Michael Pence, transition information, positions open for U.S. citizens to apply. There are also pages of info on the future first and second ladies.

And, that last part is where it gets interesting.

On Melania Trump’s page is a promotion for her personal business.

So, Donald J. Trump and his wife, Melania Trump, are using a federal government website and Donald Trump’s forthcoming position as President of the United States to promote The President-Elect's wife’s personal business?

Sure seems to look like that.

“public service is a public trust.” This means that each Federal employee has a responsibility to the United States Government and its citizens to place loyalty to the Constitution, laws, and ethical principles above private gain. The public deserves and should expect no less.

(The paragraph directly above is from the Department of Justice WebSite and the words in RED are mine for emphasis)

So, IF Federal crimes are any infraction of federal law and legal code, and IF those crimes can range from mail fraud to identity theft, drug trafficking to gun licensing violations, and immigration fraud to illegally downloading songs and movies on the internet, isn't using a federal government web site for personal gain an infraction?

IT'S BEEN MY BELIEF THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT COMPUTER SYSTEM IS FOR OFFICIAL FEDERAL GOVERNMENT USE ONLY. 

EXCUSE ME! 

ISN'T PROMOTING PERSONAL BUSINESS ON A FEDERAL GOVERNMENT  WEBSITE A CRIME?

That Damn Bar!

I LOVE this country! I LOVE being an American! BUT…

• When Donald Trump ran for president of the U.S., but  WAIT, even years before that, he said that President Barak Obama was not American and demanded to see his birth certificate! His supporters backed him and cheered him on.
• Trump took on the role of a bully during the RNC and made fun of and called his opponents names. He made some, frankly, awful remarks about fellow candidate Carly Fiorina saying, “Look at that face! Would anyone vote for that? Can you imagine that, the face of our next president?!? He then went on to say, "I mean, she’s a woman, and I'm not s’posedta say bad things, but really, folks, come on. Are we serious?"
• Trump’s remarks were the beginning and even though women and young girls and some men found his remarks offensive and wrong, he never stopped making fun of women. He offended the other candidates by insulting them and calling them names. However, the republican party Lowered The Bar and chose him as the person they wanted above all the other candidates in the primary and the media leaned a little but they Lowered The Bar.
• When he lost a lawsuit, he blamed the judge, saying it wasn’t fair because the judge was biased because he’s a Mexican and didn’t like him. But, the judge was American and as a judge, personal opinions were never part of a legal decision. But, the republican party Lowered The Bar and chose him as the person they wanted above all the other candidates in the primary and the media shrugged and they Lowered The Bar for a racist.
• When Trump called all Mexicans rapists and criminals, he denied it. No matter his running mate, Michael Pence said, Yes, Trump called Mexicans rapists and criminals, but… But, he defended him and the Republicans’ expectation were so low, they Lowered The Bar for Trump and the media reported the facts, the majority of Americans were shocked as the racist remark. But Trump promised “We’re going to build a wall!” the Republican crowd CHEERED. When Trump added, “And Mexico is going to pay for it!” the crowd went wild and they Lowered The Bar for a racist.
• When Trump called for “a total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States until our country’s representatives can figure out what’s going on.” That was the most sweepingly xenophobic statement by a presidential candidate ever it was polarizing rhetoric about immigrants. And while the majority of Americans were shocked and complained, most of the Republicans CHEERED and Embraced him and they Lowered The Bar for a racist even further. He repeated his call to Ban all “radical Islamists” from entering the US and repeated a discredited rumor that “thousands and thousands of people were cheering” on 9/11 in Jersey City neighborhoods with Arab communities as the Twin Towers fell. Later, he re-Tweeted a graphic that  falsely indicated that 81% of white murder victims were killed by black attackers. (FBI statistics in 2014 indicated 82% of white murder victims were killed by a white attacker.) And, discrimination against black people has been a pattern in his career. He refused to condemn the white supremacists who are campaigning for him! BUT the misinformation was designed to bolster fears of Muslims and Black Americans and, despite being contradicted by numerous fact-checkers, Trump stood by these falsehoods. Trump’s statement quickly triggered a backlash of condemnation. Illinois college students wearing blackface and posing in front a confederate flag while one man showed his vandalized car with a racial slur painted across the windshield. In classrooms, white students, some as young as kindergarten age, have been reportedly chanting "cotton picker" and "heil Hitler" at black students while Muslim women have shown concern for wearing a hijab in public. IN SPITE OF Republicans and Democratic rivals alike slamming his remarks as “bigoted”, “fascist”, and “reprehensible”, his pundits and supporters CHEERED and They Lowered The Bar for the racist LOWER.
• How much lower can this Bar be lowered? He Trump took time out of his busy schedule of conspiracy promotion and disavowal to write a letter to America’s anti-abortion leaders, making some new firm promises about what he'll do on abortion should he be elected president in 53 days. The missisve, dated “September 2016,” was released by the anti-abortion nonprofit Susan B. Anthony List, an organization that not only opposes abortion in all circumstances but also several forms of contraception, including emergency contraception and copper IUDs (which it has described as causing “early abortions"). The letter begins with Trump’s announcement that he has enlisted longtime anti-abortion leader Marjorie Dannenfelser, SBA List president, as the leader of his campaign’s “Pro-Life Coalition.” And, his supporters and the Republican Party CHEERED and They Lowered The Bar taking away the right for women to make choices that affect their bodies!
• He attacked Muslim Gold Star parents! Trump’s retaliation against the parents of a Muslim U.S. Army officer who died while serving in the Iraq War was a clear low point in a campaign full of hateful rhetoric. AND his supporters and Republicans CHEERED and They Lowered that damn Bar again!
• He trashed Native Americans, too! Trump wanted to open a casino in Bridgeport, Connecticut that would compete with one owned by the Mashantucket Pequot Nation, a local Native American tribe, he told the House subcommittee on Native American Affairs that “they don’t look like Indians to me... They don’t look like Indians to Indians.” He then elaborated on those remarks, which were unearthed last year in the Hartford Courant, by saying the mafia had infiltrated Indian casinos. And, yes, the Bar Was Lowered for Donald J. Trump.
• He encouraged the mob justice that resulted in the wrongful imprisonment of the Central Park Five and his supporters CHEERED and the Bar Was Lowered!
• He condoned the beating of a Black Lives Matter protester at a campaign rally in Alabama, and his supporters physically attacked an African-American protester after the man began chanting “Black lives matter.” Video of the incident showed the assailants kicking the man after he has already fallen to the ground. The following day, Trump “implied” that the attackers were justified: “Maybe [the protester] should have been roughed up,” Trump mused. “It was absolutely disgusting what he was doing.” And, his supporters and the Republicans CHEERED and AGAIN They Lowered that damned BAR!!!
• He called supporters who beat up a homeless Latino man “passionate”! His racial incitement inspired hate crimes. The two brothers cited Trump’s anti-immigrant message when explaining why they did it. “Donald Trump was right — all these illegals need to be deported,” one of the men reportedly told police officers. And his supporters CHEERED and They Lowered The Bar for what was acceptable for a candidate to represent the United States of America as its most powerful leader!
• Trump tweeted an anti-Semitic Hillary Clinton meme that featured a photo of her over a backdrop of $100 bills with a six-pointed Jewish Star of David next to her face. “Crooked Hillary - - Makes History!” he wrote in the tweet, which also read “Most Corrupt Candidate Ever” over the star. And his supporters took up the call to HATE Secretary Clinton and Jews and they and the Republicans Lowered The Bar!
• He bragged and laughed about sexually abusing women claiming because he was famous and the women saw him as a star, he could do anything he wanted to them! MY GOD! His Supporters CHEERED and some of the women bore clothing and signs that pleaded for him to “Grab My Pxxxy!” and The and the Republicans Set the Damn Bar SO LOW I’m not surprised the 70-year-old man could easily STEP OVER IT to become the President Elect!
• The FBI stated the Russians were responsible for the email leaks, that the Russians infiltrated the DNC and were sending them to WikiLeaks. Rudy Guilliani promised on FOX that there was more coming... "A BIG SURPRISE!" Then, when it happened 2 weeks before the election and he realized the FBI knew he and the Trump campaign were talking to Russia, he back peddled saying he knew nothing! 
• When, for 2 nights after the election, tens of thousands of protesters against the vote take to the streets across the country, Trump reacts childishly Tweeting:
  Donald J. Trump ‏@realDonaldTrump 21m21 minutes ago
  Just had a very open and successful presidential election. Now professional protesters, incited by the media, are protesting. Very unfair!

Now the MEDIA is asking Americans to PRESS THE RESET BUTTON for the President Elect each day. 

Excuse me? Isn't talking to the enemy (Russia) and asking Putin to Hack the US to find Clinton Emails and then Putin Admitting he and Trump were communicating before the election TREASON?

NO! There is no RESET BUTTON for the Office of President of The United States of America! America does not conspire with the enemy against on of its citizens!

Americans must remain vigilant and never forget what Donald J. Trump has said, promised, and done, and we can NEVER consider lowering the bar for the greatest office in the world.

NEVER LET THE BLUSTER of the media and Trump supporters BULLY you into believing the Office of the President can become bigoted and racist, misogynistic, or fascist!

The President Elect has the responsibility of Reaching that Bar and We Will Never Allow Anyone To Pull That Bar Lower Than It Is. That BAR is high, very high because being chosen/elected as President and every president before him recognized the responsibility the people entrusted to that person brought with it the greatest of tasks ever assigned to a public servant, that he will represent and stand fight for the freedom and equality of ALL AMERICANS.

If You Are The Canvas

© If You Are The Canvas,

Let my lips and my tongue be the brushes

Stroking landscapes with colors of my love;

Let my perfume wreathe you as it gushes

Forth like music rising one more octave;

Let my breath spread weighted hues forever.

Mimi Wolske

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(painting by Malcolm Liepke)

Poetry: My Book Is About You — Sort of; from Letters I Never Sent to You

© My Book Is About You — Sort of

from Letters I Never Sent to You

My darling one and only,

It is only fair you know this, Babe, but I returned from a short holiday to discover just one of your precious, priceless, illegal piranhas remained.

She was missing her tail; I had to let her die.

You found me! You called! And your voice melted my heart.

Your voice peaked my desire so high, I profess I felt compelled to fall— no, to jump… to leap!— off the celibacy wagon.

Your voice made my insides tremble.

Your voice was always an invitation for my imagination to go wild. Lord knows all the pictures of happy, loving memories that flashed through my mind as we talked.

Dare I say it? All those years we were together, each time you breathed out, I breathed you in. I indulged in your tender caresses and passionate kisses… And I ached for more.

It has been too long since that night you wandered into my life and seduced my mind. Not so long I have forgotten how your warm breath of passion weakened my knees until I would have collapsed at your feet like a plate of spaghetti; except you held me tightly in your arms.

I will never forget the event when you managed to touch my soul. You “just happened to stop by” with fishing poles you made for two young girls. Then, you took them fishing. Them. You spent time with them. The three of you spent an afternoon together and my heart became eternally yours.

Perhaps the death of the sole survivor in a lonely aquarium will mean nothing to you now, and I admit it will be easier for me to lose that last piece of you since our recent talk than it was at the time she swam away into bigger waters.

I can barely stand the wait until your next call. Keep me in safe water as your loving catch.

Until the end of time, I am always

Your Love

Mimi Wolske

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Fluent In Loss

Poetry in Politics is not new; neither is Politics in Poetry.

Abraham Lincoln said in a speech:

 "I shall adopt new views so fast as they shall appear to be true views."

“I stand as a witness to the common lot, 

"survivor of that time, that place,” wrote Anna Akhmatova in 1961.

If the twain ever meet

Will it be a 'twain wreck'?

© Fluent In Loss

Vomited secrets from the mouth

Of a river, dizzy from its whirling

Waltz, echo in Prevarication Canyon;

Will you ever forget how it goes

When you are singing the next verse?

When the house you exit will not?

When the “cats cradle” is nothing

More than tangled finger-strings?

Stacked plates made of paper

Mache in a calm, blue sky where

The finger pointing at Adam, who is

Thirsty for forgiveness in this

Thin-layered, cheap concrete world,

That locks him behind a door

Thick with the sins of the father,

Warns him not to look back.

Give me your tired, your poor laundry,

Your glasses half full of photos, and

Claim your life tastes like moths

Clinging to life after they crash and burn;

Clearly you lost Honey’s moon; you’re

Clueless so just pull the muzzle over the

Clownish Crows Cawing because the

Back of your hand brushed my doorknob.

Mimi Wolske

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(painting #1 no title by Fred Calleri and #2 Milk Run by Fred Calleri)

Just A Place To Sleep

From the NORTH to escape the icy cold to claim the desert southwest as their winter home, the sunny place where no one bothers to shovel sunshine in the winter.

©Just A Place To Sleep

I’m hiding down here

in the vacation trenches

trying to latch onto

a piece of higher ground

(ground without the prickly,

wound-causing cacti)

and those larger avocados;

eating salted genealogy

while bits and pieces

of time slip by;

grabbing the rope of hope

immersed in chaos—it's like

a Dostoyevsky passage,

or paint on a canvas

about life in a

retiring trailer park

by surrealist Ernst,

or a magic wand

carved from wood of holly

(hooray for Hollywood);

I continue to contemplate

the possibility of

one more taco

with jalapeño sauce

and maybe one more

glass of sangria.

Mimi Wolske

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Blood Rushes To My Head

Aristotle said that love is a single soul inhabiting two bodies. A Love Poem is actually a message of love. It doesn't have to be long; when a lover makes blood rush to your head, heartfelt, honest words can be incredibly special to the person receiving them.

"The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."  Victor Hugo

© Blood Rushes To My Head

Your love is my plutonium and it’s

Registered to kill as sure as

Mercury through gloves.

Your air-bending suffocates me

But it is AH!, the element of

Surprise that defeats my senses.

Mimi Wolske

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(art: Michael Carson)

Silence Sounds Like, a poem by your Tumbleweed Contessa

Rumi said something to the effect that poetry gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it. 

It, poetry, plucks at your heartstrings and makes music.

Poetry goes beyond the logic of prose; there is mystery in each one, a mystery not be explained but, rather, to be admired. 

ENJOY

© Silence Sounds Like

Silence sounds too much like you’ll be going;

Peace preys like a wolf longing for the hunt,

Serenading mocking love fragments from the past.

Autumn songs, once hidden like stars during light,

Return to the desert after summer blends into fall,

Bring winter’s chaos as if thunder in spring’s soul.

Swimming in a Van Gogh joy and red cosmic dreams,

I never wished for your hand-me-down dreams,

Your washed-out, washed-up, rented future for one.

Hail the part-time dreamer, the full-time idiot,

The lover who came with no warnings,

Conceding to counterfeit honesty……..

Mimi Wolske

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(art: Michael_Carson_Ginger_20x30_oil_on_canvas)

Poetry - TWINS

From one fertilized egg that contains a single set of genetic instructions, also known as a genome, did you know it is still possible for identical twins to have serious differences in their genetic makeup? Did you know some are mirror images of each other? They have the same physical features but opposite asymmetric features. If one twin is right-handed, the other twin is left handed, a twin with a birthmark on his left check will have a mirror twin with a birthmark on his right check. They can even have hair that whorls in opposite directions and opposite teeth. In more extreme cases, twins even have mirrored internal organs, such as one with a heart on the right and the co-twin with a heart on the left - even the skeletal features may be reversed.

There they were on the screen—

Shoestrings tightly interwoven,

Tree limbs reaching out like arms,

Plant roots stretching like legs—

A silent comedy of entangled umbilical cords.

© TWINS

Mimi Wolske

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(I am not a twin, there are no twins in my family history, there still are no twins in our family.)

Ambiguous Shades of Your Love

Real love is never perplexed, never qualifies, never rejects, never demands. It replenishes by grace of restoring unlimited circulation. It burns because it knows the true meaning of sacrifice. It is life illuminated. Henry Miller

Synthetic highways in the first folded light,

nonmusical yet rhythmic beats of familiarity,

minimalist imaginings of Rapunzel’s wealth,

whispers dancing in the paleness of moonlight,

evening paper embers becoming wildfires,

distorted photographs of conditioned responses

consumed by a wayward soul cast to the sea

and

expelled as vintage whispers in a moment of tranquility.

© Ambiguous Shades of Your Love

All Rights Reserved by Mimi Wolske

(photo: no acknowledgement provided by the site copied from)

me - a poem

I love early mornings when the rest of world is fast asleep, or so it seems, and I'm the only one awake and everything feels like a still life or portrait painting and there are no problems because it is just me, the world, and the rising sun.

me,
sitting Indian style, crosslegged,
on a turquoise sofa
in a still life called Friday,
colored with the natural light of dawn
and fading starlight,
the warmth against
the sleepy, cool skin of my hands
caused by a ceramic cup
filled with reheated coffee,
thankful and happy
to begin another day
and to experience love
from family, friends, pets, and life

© me
Mimi Wolske
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(painting: Daniel F. Gerhartz - Captivated)

Tumbleweed Contessa's poem: A Trembling Balance

If you are seeking love that glitters between the fragmented slivers of previous broken attempts, take care you don't collide with the silversmith as she hammers out the truth.

© A Trembling Balance
Mimi Wolske
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Embryonic thoughts,
fragmented,
raw, and
provocative,
splatter the page.

Changing moods,
like tidal waves
feuding between
want and need,
demand compensatory words.

Tumbleweeds cleave to
the desert. Lo! They rush
ahead of the wind
and awkwardly
roll toward freedom.

Love is yellow and
the deepest blue,
pied with
the morning
and with the night.

My love is a trembling balance.

(painting: WIP (work in progress) oils, by Mimi Wolske

poem and more: World According to Grump

This is not about the Grump. It is about us. 

It is about the longing of some of us to dismiss a politician who scares the hell out of us as an unthreatening clown. It is us pretending a threat does not exist at all.

© The World According to Grump

Mimi Wolske

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deep dive into his reality

a stellar life of fear and death

rending garments

yanking out hair

smiling for the candid media cameras

sharing poorer education—for whatever it’s worth

mistrusting lovers

learning to hate neighbors

walking between the crossfire of guns

breathing in fractured sidewalks

exhaling all the lies

eating poverty

drinking hopelessness

running out of lifelines

no friends left to call

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9-5DJhBh6M

http://www.msnbc.com/msnbc/sesame-street-parodied-donald-trump-sketch-10-years-ago

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQyTpPu0gvc

Poetry: Wrapped In Crime

When the sounds of sexual discomfort and possible murder are heard through the hotel wall, will embarrassment make the listening voyeur flush?

© Wrapped In Crime

Mona Arizona

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Choking sounds and slaps;

That is not love. That is

Hate.

Guarded? Perhaps.

Restrained? Temporarily, maybe.

Controlled? Not when I hear

Choking sounds and slaps—

That is sex out of control

And it is coming

From the room next to mine.

Open eyes locked

On the ceiling in horror,

In shock,

In sudden realization the

Face of HATE

Would be the last thing

She would ever see,

That it was too late

To express a change of mind,

That this was her finale.

When hotel security

Pushed on the door, eyes

Rounded in surprise;

Wrapped in Crime Tape,

Holding a smoking gun,

The woman I thought victim

Stood there smiling, the

Perpetrator of

A crime of lust, smiling,

Part of a TV murder scene.

Under His Gaze -- a short, comedic short short

NOT ALL EROTICA IS CREATED EQUAL...

The glow in his eyes, the depth of his gaze…

I felt vulnerable under that gaze just now, exposed, as if I was naked.

For a moment, nothing else existed in the world.

“What if I say a no?” I asked him, trying not to sound intimidated by his proximity.

He stepped closer to me. 

One more move, and he would be over me. 

Ride me, his eyes said.

Could he see my face flushed?

He smiled and made a playful grab for my hair. 

I crossed my arms over my face.

His head bobbed up and down. His lips moved but he did not kiss me; no words were spoken. He never said a single word, except with his eyes or a tilt of his head. 

But, I always understood him. I always knew what he wanted.

He wanted me to ride him?

Okay.

I would.

Three Poems - The Power And Aura of A Fiery Spirit

Poetry is a solitary craft, a deeply personal experience that the poet shares with the world within the shelter and intimacy of the written page.

Poets sing for those who cannot--registering our awe, making sense of our anguish, harnessing the inchoate longing of countless souls.

Poetry can serve as our conscience, be the angels of our better nature.

The poet is artist as mystic.

© Lanky Giant

Blanket-fort architect

Star wisher

Great-Lakes swimmer

Fresh-air drunk

Alive in sunshine

Taking experience’s slow route

Passing by waiting rooms

Elocution’s student

Body-atlas artist

Life’s mysteries performer

Life’s lessons contemplator

Alien-planet survivor

Narrative designer

Author

Painter

Thinker

Contemplator

Wisdom’s aging pillar

Mimi Wolske

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© There’s Life After A Forest Fire

Mona Arizona

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Contemplating the end of love’s drought—

consumed by dreams of the wicked lover awakening me into

delicate, intricate weavings of extinguished candles’ endless smoke—

a lazy hand reaches for jeans robbed of blue and tugs his

scent to mine in the early morning shadows.

Love’s vulture cuts deep in night’s violet sky and

scattered stars as lust wars with the fickle moon,

and his armor, threads of a woolen sweater, entangle me in arms

of desperate desire unequaled by any of Cupid’s arrows,

quelling Rhiannon’s crazy, unwanted gift.

Burning as if we are a madman’s secret,

we were swallowed by a common compliance of circumstance, by

whispered words burning with the same intensity as syllables and pleas

stomped together in a fermented vat to feed an immense love,

sweat-chilled bodies erupt and fall entwined, sated.

© What If Words Were Liquor? 

Words climbed out of abandoned buildings

and homeless poets drank and shared what was in their souls;

they skipped fame and became the lore of folk

where warehouses full of their thoughts were swallowed whole.

Demons of charismatic lap dances

spun in my mind like spiders playing in unsuccessful webs;

the provocation of these poets' art

became the fuel of my works that their gaunt faces would judge.

Mimi Wolske

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BLOGGING ESSAY -- Aliens (from outer space) Use Fear to Terrorize; So Do Bullies And Cowards

WHAT IF the campaign for President of the USA was told to people as a campaign for the HEAD of Coffee? 

WHAT IF one of the candidates used terror to frighten people and get their vote? Surely they would see through this person's sarcasm and know the prejudice and terror he preaches is real.

Can We See That No One Person Is Better?

The man asked me my favorite coffee. So there we were, 2 mugs, two different languages, even though he was speaking pretty good English to me. 

Non-English speaking people like me. In fact, I’m good friends with many of them. Many. They all tell me they are my friend.

Well, it was coffee seller & me, a probable new patron.

And a worker. The worker just offered me samples. He didn’t speak. I don’t know; maybe he couldn’t speak or maybe he wasn’t allowed to speak to prospective buyers. You know, it really doesn’t matter what the media write as long as you’ve got a handsome, young man with a cute butt waiting on you.

Well, I’m saying there should be many systems “beyond databases” to get Tea Drinkers registered by using “good management.” You know what I said to that reporter who asked me, “Is there a difference between requiring Tea Drinkers to register and Crews in Blaze Harmony?” I could only respond, “You tell me.” Am I right? Yes, I am. Everyone says so. I heard everyone says so. Or, I read it in places, many, many places.

When I saw that WOLSKE COFFEE sign, I asked for a sample. I drank the whole thing, with “mmm” and “ahhh” sound effects and eye rolls. It's true. I don't like some other coffee drinkers we won't talk about. That’s because all other coffees are bad. They’re liars. They don’t tell the truth about where it comes from. That’s the truth.

I'll never lie to you.

I own Wolske Coffee now... We make lots of money. Lots of money. And, it’s the best coffee in the world. And, I’m going to make sure we get rid of all Tea Drinker Terrorists…These terrorists don’t like coffee drinkers. They hate us. Everybody says it. They hate all of us. They want to kill every single one of us. Well, I am your voice, your defender, your protector and I promise we will get rid of every single Tea Drinking Terrorist and no Tea Drinkers will be allowed to immigrate here.

Everybody says it, but I have a judge who is a hater of Wolske Coffee, a hater. He’s a hater. His name is Gonzo Cruel. I think Coffee Judge Cruel should be ashamed of himself. I think it’s a disgrace that he’s doing this. The judge, who happens to be, we believe, AntiCoffeeism… I think the AntiCoffeeism are going to end up loving Wolske Coffee.

Ales? Yeah, I heard about the charges. He’s such a great guy. Dodger is — I mean, what he’s done for coffee, is in the history of coffee, he’s gotta be placed in the top three, or four, or five. And that includes the founding of the major coffee brokers. So, it’s too bad. I’m sure it was friendly. I can tell you that some of the people that are complaining, I know how much he’s helped them. And even recently. And when they write books that are fairly recently released, and they say wonderful things about him. And now all of a sudden they’re saying these horrible things about him. I've just hired him to be one of the heads of my campaign.

I know about money. Now I know about coffee and Wolske Coffee is the best.

My competition has somebody — did you ever hear of Geronimo? He said he was an Veegun Native American. We have these surrogates, people like him — failures, total failures. Goofy Geronimo has done less than any Tea Drinking Representative. He’s worthless. Everyone says it. Worthless. They’re all worthless. We’re going to get rid of all of them. It’s going to be a totally Coffee Drinking representation. Thank you. Thank you.

I know. I read what they said. That I had Muchacho do exercises that including him balancing a weighted ball with his feet while wearing speedos and in front of dozens of media. Well, to that, I will plead guilty. But, he weighed 145 pounds and then he went up to 230 or 250 pounds, so this is somebody who likes lots of sugar in his coffee to make it taste like Wolske Coffee.

There's no room for other brands and I promise I will ban all other brands of coffee from entering the US.

And, and…my opponent is playing the man card. If he were a woman, I don’t think he’d get five percent of the coffee traffic I do. He wants tea drinkers to live with us coffee drinkers. Well, I’m successful in this business arena. I’ve made millions…and millions. And the beautiful thing is that men don’t like him, Okay? Everyone tells me that. And look how well I do with men. They want me to debate him. But, I won’t. ‘Hell-ooo! Good Wolske to Ghoad Kegyn Mello: You’re a lightweight “tea” totaler’. You could see there was tea coming out of his eyes, tea coming out of his wherever. He’s biased against me. You saw it; right? He says he can, well, “schlong” me in a tea-coffee battle. How Crude! How Vulgar! Like I’d ever let him get near me. Like he could possibly get near me. He’s just vulgar, folks. Vulgar.

Non-coffee drinkers, let’s say, who buy Raisin tea, will not be tolerated. When was the last time anybody saw us beating, let's say, Raisin in a tea-trade deal? They kill us. Raisin negotiators; when these people walk into the room, they don’t say, ‘Oh hello, how’s the weather? It’s so beautiful outside. How are the Yankees doing? They’re doing wonderful, that’s great. They say, ‘We want tea deal!’ I beat Raisin Countries all the time. All the time. Thank you.

I promise you this. I’m building a wall to keep all the murdering and raping Teaists out. We’re going to build “a great big wall” along the U.S.-Teago border to prevent further illegal immigration. And who’s going to pay for it? Teago! Right. Right. Teago is going to pay for that wall. And here’s another thing I’m going to do. I promise there will be a mass deportation of undocumented tea guzzlers and I’m calling it the “Operation Teabag” program. Sadly, the overwhelming amount of violent crime in our major cities is committed by black tea guzzlers and coochy-coos who come from across that border – a tough subject – must be discussed.

Recently, at one of my Wolske Coffee rallies, I was telling the coffee drinkers how black tea guzzlers kill more people of all other drinkers. Everyone says so. Or, I read it in many places, many, many places. In fact, black tea guzzlers killed 81 percent of coffee drinking homicide victims in 2015, when this black-tea-drinking-lives-are-important protester began disrupting me by shouting that slogan. To keep order, I had to tell my security to “get him the hell out of her, will you, please? Get him out of here!”

I want your vote even if you DON'T drink coffee. You see, I don’t show favoritism. No. That’s bad. Bad. But, I promise you, I’m going to

MAKE COFFEE GREAT AGAIN!

Thank you. Thank you.

lol -- I was being sarcastic. That's all. Everybody knows it. They're all laughing. But, some people don't understand sarcasm.

I Believe United We Stand,

Divided We Fall.