Archives for the month of: October, 2016

I have always disliked Halloween even though I’m not sure why. I never wore a costume and at Halloween parties I usually came late and left early.

But in 2009, the Mrs. (now ex) talked me into not only wearing a costume to Trump’s Mar-a-Lago Halloween party, but entering into the best costume contest. And, wouldn’t you know, we won even though I looked like a dork.

Donald was in his favorite costume – blue suit, white shirt and red silk tie. I think he spent most of his time at the party looking for big busted women wearing certain types of costumes: Nurse, Wicked Witch, Pirate, Dolly, Mexican immigrant, Miss Universe, Miss Teen Universe, Policewoman, and/or his look-a-like daughter.

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No presidential candidate has ever been booed at the annual Al Smith Dinner at the Waldorf in New York, but they booed Trump. Even in white tie and tails in front of successful people on national TV, Trump managed to insult everyone there and the millions watching (well, not his supporters).

Imagine his State of the Union address. He would continue to say the same things he is saying now and the spirit of our country will take yet another dive into the dark world of racism, assault, and insults.

One hope, though. I predict he will be impeached by Halloween, ’17. I call it “ImpeachOween.” On the day after the election, Trump supporters will begin destroying everything that President Obama created while Republicans and Democrats alike will begin the impeachment process.limbaugh-trump

We have a Fox guy as moderator in tonight’s third presidential debate and President Obama’s estranged half brother from Kenya will be there as a Trump “guest” along with about 60 million American TV viewers.

What won’t be seen is the real reason that Trump wants to be president. If he does show that side of him he will implode and it won’t be a pretty picture.

He says that he wants to be the voice for people who have been left behind in our society. He says that he will “drain the swamp” in Washington, DC. He says that he will deport millions of illegal immigrants in his first hour in the Oval Office.

He says that he will provide jobs to the jobless and raise people out of poverty. He says that he will fix the economy and make better trade deals for the U.S. within the scope of a new globalization.

But when he combs his hair in the morning and looks in the mirror, he knows why he desires with all his being to be president – to gain power.

That’s it and if he realizes tonight that he will not be president the chances of him imploding are high, very high. Even his most ardent supporters will think twice about him and millions throughout the world will know for sure that he doesn’t have the temperament to be president or keep his hands off of a beauty queen.




I just researched “nuts falling on tin roof and oak trees and North Carolina.” What I learned is that about every five years or so, one Oak Tree will drop 10,000 acorns.

So Sugar (my trusted Golden Retriever) and I don’t mind it too much during the day, but at night the Squirrels and other critters shake the branches of my big Oak Tree during their relentless collection process and the Acorns fall from the sky onto my tin roof.

The yard is almost entirely covered by Acorns because there are so many of them that all the creatures in the forest can’t eat them all.

A problem so I set my mind to dream during sleep about how I can stop the nuts from falling down on us. This morning I recalled my dream: Envelop my home in a tightly knitted, net dome. Leave a little space for Sugar and I to get in and out.

Now, where to find a net that big and a couple of guys to float it above the house and then figure out how to empty the Acorns onto a huge “chip” truck? And, find a sniper to take the Squirrels out, plus find more guys to blow the nuts into a huge nut mound?

Well, on second thought, I think I will just turn the TV sound up so that the 24/7 coverage of Trump going nuts will drown out the machine gun of Acorns falling on tin. The only problem though is that Sugar and I could end up nuttier than Trump and then I have to find someone to come over and apply psychiatric healing. Also, check our ears.

Enough Walter Mitty stuff! Sugar and I know that sooner or later Mother Nature will end the Acorn Storm. And, at the same time, we would appreciate if she can stop Trump.

Hey, I got it! We’ll bury him under a gigantic Acorn pile. I can just hear him under the pile and with a muffled voice claiming “This is the most fantastic Acorn Hill ever built by man and I’m the only person on the planet who could have done this. But, I’m not really under this pile of nuts. It’s a pile of nuts created by the Mexican Acorn Cartel.”

As a journalist totally and sadly addicted to the coverage of the presidential race, I went to Google to find information about Natasha Stoynoff. She is all over the news as she accused Donald Trump of pinning her up against a wall and putting his tongue down her throat while Trump’s pregnant wife was upstairs.

I Googled her images and all of a sudden when I saw the photos of her I remembered that I had met her briefly at the Trump wedding. To make it even more surreal, she walked up to join a conversation I was having with Hillary Clinton as the Trump’s were a few feet away talking with President Clinton. Whoa! Who knew that 12 years later these players would capture the world’s imagination in a race for the most powerful office in the land.

I was invited to the wedding because I was publisher of Palm Beach Today and Natasha was invited because she was assigned by People to cover Trump and eventually his wedding. I didn’t remember her name when it appeared in the news even though she said her name to Hillary, but I remembered her when I saw her photo because she is tall and attractive.

I had a special interest in seeing her photo because today at a rally in West Palm Beach, Trump brought her up and with anger said that her accusation was a lie. “Have you seen her”? he asked the packed crowd. Uh, oh. As soon as I heard that I knew the press would come down on Trump for asking the question because he has been known to comment on how women look. He did spare us, however. He didn’t call her a pig or a dog or …….

Trump in his way, of course, was inferring that he wouldn’t have pinned her up against a wall and forced his tongue down her throat because she wasn’t good looking enough for him and certainly didn’t deserve his sweaty, small-handed groping or his golden tongue.

Now the press (especially Fox) will spend days, along with Trump supporters, to determine if the women who have launched these accusations are credible. Check this out: Natasha is the author of six books with two of them appearing for weeks on the New York Times best-seller list.

Now, tell me … why would a successful, best-selling author, want to dive into the muddy hole of this presidential election and put her personal life under examination for all to see?

Because it’s the right thing to do and I would say, because of the mud Trump has made us all wade through, we need all “It’s the right thing to do” we can muster up.

Click below to read her story. You will read that Trump doubled down on her as he set a trap the next day after his attack to catch her naked at the massage room at Mar-a-Lago.


Natasha Stoynoff

Click here to read her story.








Trump reminds me of Lance Rentzel, the great Oklahoma and pro football player who was addicted to exposing himself in public. When he was caught, he wrote a best-selling book: “When All The  Laughter Drowned In Sorrow.”

Trump book possibility “When All The Hair Fell Off And Drowned In The Golden Toilet.” Actually it wouldn’t fall off … Trump would shave it off himself.

That’s what losers do. That’s what sociopath’s do. ch4nckexeaaeh-v

Bullies hate being beaten by a girl or outsmarted by a bone head. But, that happened to our hater-in-chief, Donald Trump.

It is now very clear that a “girl” – Hillary Clinton, former Secretary of State, U.S. Senator and First Lady – will be our next president. The so-called “bone head” (dressed in a red sweater) who asked a question at the last presidential debate about energy is now appearing all over Cable News with a wonderful sense of humor that makes Trump look and sound like a angry Scorpion.

A MSNBC commentator asked this morning if Bone minded being called a “bone head” and he said that he has been calling members of his family “bone heads” for years. Hillary is now challenging Trump to “bring it on” so that she can continue to talk about her thirty years as a public servant.

Trump on the other hand is now willing to go full “scorched earth” to strike back at the good Americans who knew he was a con from the very beginning, his so called “fellow” Republicans; the polls which show him sinking lower and lower; and Palm Beach International Airport who continue to allow jets to fly over Mar-a-Lago while he is up at night Tweeting. Oh, and don’t forget he likes to put down women who are flat chested.

How much more can the bully loved by one third of Americans take? For sure we will find out daily until election night. What will be left after an epic bully scorching remains to be seen.


Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump speaks during a campaign rally at Germain Arena, Monday, Sept. 19, 2016, in Ft. Myers, Fla. (AP Photo/ Evan Vucci)




I was sitting alone at a table to get a bit of a rest while covering a charity fundraising gala at the Mar-a-Lago Club, when Donald and Melania strolled by.

Trump, with a smile on his face, said: “What’s the king of Palm Beach doing sitting there alone?” Melania gave me that sort of half queen-like smile and they continued their stroll around the ballroom talking to people. His tone was light.

I didn’t know what to say to him as I had no idea why he said what he said. I was the publisher of Palm Beach Today and through about nine years, Trump and I saw each other frequently at events. I never had any problems with him, but “king?”

The other day, six years after I sold my interest in Palm Beach Today,  I was filing some old clips and photos and there it was! A tabloid in Palm Beach wrote a story about the “media wars” in Palm Beach and wrote: “There is a new king of media in Palm Beach …..”

I’ve been called a lot of things in my journalism career since sixth grade, but never “king.”

The article was referring to the war between my newspaper and magazine and the Palm Beach Daily News, the 100-year-old newspaper icon on the island. Because of a slight tinge of glossy in their news print they called themselves “The Shiny Sheet.” It was and still is the leading society newspaper in the world.

“The Shiny Sheet” did not like the fact that I was strongly competing with them so they went under ground and began telling socialites in town that if they allowed Palm Beach Today to cover their charity events, they wouldn’t put their pictures in their paper.

The town was split between socialites who loved Palm Beach Today and the idea that the “Shiny Sheet” had competition. Socialites who didn’t want to tick off the established paper kept their distance.

I fueled the split when I began describing my paper as “Shinier Than Shiny.” Actually it was as I began printing my broad sheet on high gloss stock which was unheard of in the publishing world.

Now that I have experienced Trump’s penchant for putting people down and demonstrating classic personality disorder on a daily basis, I now realize that he read the story in the tabloid.

I had maybe a couple of friends comment on the “new king” story and I laughed if off, but now I realize Trump was actually mocking me. He wanted to make sure that I understood that he was the real king of Palm Beach.

Does this seem familiar? Trump has actually blown his chances of becoming president because of his absolute need to dominate people who don’t believe he is, well, the king of Palm Beach and …the universe.

When I was watching the town hall debate last night I couldn’t help but think of the time Trump called me a king, a king who is very happy living in our beautiful, glorious mountains with my dog Sugar beside me, and surrounded by the real kings of our magnificent country – the good and decent folks of the Blue Ridge.



Trump has the money and most people in America over 50 have enough experience to believe reluctantly that money trumps even love.

Try to imagine what your life would be like if you had the money to buy yourself out of any and every problem you’ve ever encountered.

Imagine if you had the money to buy anything that makes you happy.

Imagine that because of your “FU money” you can say anything you want in any way you want, when you want, and to any one from the president on down.

Imagine if you never had to apologize for any thing you have done or said.

Imagine that you believe that you can stop the most powerful forces of the world to get what you want.

That’s Trump and we haven’t even begun to hear the last of him beginning with a concession speech that will be the beginning of a “scorch the earth” campaign that will last to Trump’s dying day.

It will be up to us – good and decent Americans – to once again believe in our hearts that money does not trump love.



Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump speaks during a campaign rally at Germain Arena, Monday, Sept. 19, 2016, in Ft. Myers, Fla. (AP Photo/ Evan Vucci)