The Annual Christmas Dinner

 
Each Christmas we gather, what friends and family are left for gathering, for dinner at a special restaurant. Most times it is at the same place but that place has changed now and then through the years. Presently it will be at the Culver City Hotel where we celebrated last season.

 It is always just before Christmas when shops are open to browse and people fill the streets dressed in winter wear and bright smiles, an unusual sight for LA LA Land. In particular, the Culver City Hotel was made just for this. The building has been restored to its glory days of 1924--only better.

The city has made their downtown a place to go. The streets are wide, walkways plentiful with small green parks placed here and there. It makes a stroll on the avenues pleasant and rewarding. There are benches to sit on, photo ops everywhere and a good selection of bistros and bars to try along the way.

The hotel's food is excellent with daily specials made from farm to table ingredients, and the service very good. Last year there was a mix up on the reservation and for it they accompanied us with seating where we wanted in spite of the error and presented a bottle of champagne to soothe the mix up. The historic structure sits on an island and this makes for a wonderful outdoor setting. You get the feel that your table is special due to the well placed foliage and sparkling lights that accompany your surroundings. It makes dining al fresco a favorite seeing the weather is good most of the year.

But for Christmas we dine inside where there is live music and enchanting heirloom antiques placed about. A fireplace warms a sitting area to enjoy a drink or two while you wait for your table. Fresh vases of flowers overflow on grand tables and the towering walls that surround you have high arched windows to view the city's lights. It makes it grand and special, the perfect way to celebrate a wonderful holiday that brings family and friends together at least one time each year. That's the wonder of Christmas, the joy it brings anybody who wishes to celebrate the love of those close and dear to us.

Merry Christmas Everyone.

Christmas In The Hood

Like a lot of folks my age I have grown in girth instead of height. The girth became a problem not long ago with a warning from the doc about weight, diabetes and all manner of ills that come from the excesses of the good life. I've lost the weight, got my blood sugar under control and working on the daily exercise. That's where Sweet Pea comes in.

Our dog, Buster Brown passed away after years of faithful service. Buster was very good at eating, barking, and messing in the house, but his one redeemable act of devotion to Wally was unmatched. His last moment on earth was to crawl to Wally's feet where he laid down and died, quietly and at peace. Buster was not a dog that enjoyed walks, but he was faithful to the end. When we adopted Sweet Pea from the city shelter a few months back he wasn't quite a year old and like all puppies came with a full charge.


Me and Sweet Pea go for our walk in the hood almost every morning. It is Sweet Pea's favorite part of the day, he doesn't whine if I'm too busy for our walk, or if I have to make it a short constitutional. It is when he hears, "Do you want to go for a walk?" And the leash comes out, his tail goes into high gear. Sweet Pea gets so excited it's hard for him to calm down seeing that a walk is better than a steak cutlet. Currently we are reviewing Christmas in the hood.

Now, our neighborhood is where I grew up from the age of ten. It is where all my traumatic memories, outside of the scalding water, happened. It is where I have watched over sixty years of change to the housing tract made for World War Two vets to start a family. Every forth house is the same, yet one of the first things most folks did was make them theirs. Attached garages made into rooms, rooms added, and all manner of additions placed, yet you can still, for most of them, see what they were like back in 1949 when babies popped out around America like a kettle of corn at a carnie.

People have come and go, I don't know who is left here from when I was a kid, they all have passed to the great beyond that I knew, but the hood still holds families starting out. It still has dreams and tragedy, and in all the mix, Christmas comes and so do the lights, the lawn dressing and all manner of things that say, "Merry Christmas."

In the stark reality of daylight, the flashing lights and bobbing Santa Clauses go still and flat yet in my walks with Sweet Pea, we have noticed that it doesn't matter, for when night returns, the magic comes and turns our hood into festival of light.
Happy Holidays Everyone.   

Los Angeles is a big city full of small town people.

One of my favorite places nearby is a water hole on Ventura Blvd. A sports bar with television screens all around and windows that look out on the street and parking lot. If you have enough to drink the parking lot turns into a beach front and the street turns into a canal of floating vessels. It's very comfortable there perched on a bar stool facing the screens of a variety of sports. I enjoy baseball and soccer but watch what ever is playing, it's the movement of color after a drink or two that makes it interesting--that and the people in the bar.

In one corner is a man who is there every time I am. I go on Saturdays as a rule, not all Saturdays but when I do he's there. A kind of ear to conversations, he gives high-fives when the occasion merits, smiles when you smile at him and a general 'All is well' ambiance to himself. He sits near where the condiments of lemon wedges and lime, peels of zest and fat green olives are kept. He has a lemon wedge in his water along with some drink I'm not sure of other than its clear and the bartender knows instinctively when to refill.  For the rest of the patrons, they come--they go and some I have seen on occasion while others look new.

The bartender is a young black woman, very smart with a great smile and attitude to match. I thought, like most of the help there, that she was in college but she is not. She should be because the woman has a good head on her shoulders. But college isn't for everyone and she seems to do very well without it. Her birthday is next week. I know because when I came in she was asking around for someone to take her shift that day so she could party.

The bar is a place where a lot of folks come to meet one another. Probably from some dating site or app. They appear, the women especially, well dressed and searching for someone in particular and sometimes that particular person shows up to introduce themselves. I never see them after that as a couple but I have seen the same person search for another particular person to show up from time to time. They are always older, as I am and sadly desperate as I hope not to be but probably will at some point.

There are hustlers and cheaters, lovers and loners and they come, as Los Angeles, in all colors and ethnicity. They are there because the parking lot turns into a beach front, and the street a canal of floating vessels after a drink or two, just when you wish, as the man sitting next to the condiments does, that the world will stay still for a moment. It's why I'm there, to have the world stop so I can take a breath.

I've had it with my Trump campaign. I'm so tired of the tyrant and hearing his rants and raves that I can no longer write about it. Too horrible to endure any longer I am like the lady who wedged herself between my shopping cart at Ralphs and the magazine rack in front of the cashier. She had to have a National Enquirer. Why? Because she wanted to get away from the awful politics swirling around us like suns circling a black hole.

I almost got one for myself.

Captured By The Alt-Right I Escaped With Others.

 The ordeal is over. The torture inflicted on me will last a life time as it will others but we survived. The hours spent on the fondle machine with its many pinching grabbing metal hands was excruciating and for some lethal.

We were forced to watch and listen to Nazi propaganda that Orange Hair himself picked for us from a trove of films held by his Russian puppet master, Putin. After hours on the machine of many hands, we then were not allowed to sleep but to endure countless messages that Orange Hair was our divine leader that we must listen to and follow. We were ordered under threat of the claws of his wicked machine, to bow in the direction of Trump Towers every morning and evening, giving thanks to Orange Hair.

Our escape was treacherous but with some good luck we won our freedom. How fortuitous that Orange Hair attention span is that of a hare. Once he found a bright shinny object that drew his attention away from the depths of his Florida Swamp and from his guards who were now free of their master's leash. His crew grew lax and slothful. His thugs thought of us captives as subdued, they grew weary watching us and more fond of sex and drugs. Then the right opportunity came, a hole in the keep that we took advantage of. I imagine that Orange Hair is still screaming at their incompetence but then he screams at everyone.

It's good to be back and away from the constant pulling and grabbing that I endured, yet still suffer with in the form of horrible nightmares. We are safe, nestled deep among Muslims, Jews, Latinos, Africa Americans and the LGTB, who would give their lives for our freedom or for anyone else who is willing to fight the madness of Orange Hair's grip on America.

Drones loaded with freeze-dried darts of various hallucinogenics will soon fill the skies above Trump Tower where the great evil lurks this very day. With the drones camouflage ability they will lay in wait for the perfect moment to subdue our enemy and allow us to find Orange Hair's filthy liar.

For in spite of our setbacks, we will prevail.

Dart Drones Of The Freedom Fighters

Our forces are busy equipping drones with a battery of ice darts. We have developed a way to freeze-dry hallucinogenics into very small frozen darts that when they hit their target on the skin or clothing, a dose of either: Ecstasy, LSD, or THC is administered. Each drone is equip with two ounces of ice darts that gives the drone thousands of darts to administer on each mission.

Each dart consists of a large enough dose to render the person hit with enough hallucinogenic material to cause complete perceptual anomalies lasting one to two days. If hit by more doses the effect could go weeks to months causing a complete psychotic breakdown.

We have drones that have the agility to fly within flocks of birds giving them complete secrecy in advancing on the enemy, or to lay in wait, blending like chameleons,  for spying and to attack the target on command from where ever they emerge.

Orange Hair is preparing his troops to siege our beloved city. But he will have a surprise should he try. At the moment he is hiding in the Marsh Of The Rich Fat Assholes of Lower Florida. He has brought his Molesting machine, his beloved gift from Puss Stain, ruler of all Russia. From his campaign to enslave women there are several hundred Muslim and Hispanics maidens for him to pick out and use his Molesting machine on. Orange Hair has invited his cabinet to choose among the women whom to torture and giving in to their thirst for power. This gives us time to set our drones to cover the skies and wait. For we shall rescue these women from the clutches of evil and set them free.  Their freedom will enrage the deranged Orange Hair and cause him to commit even more mistakes, perhaps fatal mistakes.

Orange Hair's Battle Against The Free Press

Orange Hair hates bad news about him. Bad news about others? That's okay but he will not tolerate anything that questions his decisions or actions. He wants to replace a free press for the Orange Hair World View, which he deems the only valid news source.  He wants Orange Hair news that says all things good about Orange Hair. Anything else is dangerous and a threat to his desires of world domination. Puss Stain, the new Stalin of Russia, has told Orange Hair that without suppressing the truth, he could not dominate the world much less America. It was something that poor Puss Stain had to repeat over and over to Orange Hair due to Orange Hair's obsession on all things Orange Hair.

So now the Supreme Oligarch of all Russia has planted in Orange Hair's circle of  plants to whisper over and over the need to control all information. Very important for world domination.

Puss Stain controls all news, information, data, for all of Russia. This criminal of freedom has a burning desire for world domination as well. His puppet in America Orange Hair, admires Puss Stain because he is a ruthless tyrant, he wants America to join Puss Stain and his campaign against free thought. It is too dangerous to think without Puss Stain or Orange Hair telling you what to think of and about.

We are in peril of losing our country to evil men. Men who want all things their way and we must fight with everything we have. Join us in the City of Angles, Los Angeles, City of Refuge, City of Light and fight the good fight against the ruthless tyrants, Orange Hair and his keeper Puss Stain.

We have dart drones and devices and will blanket the sky with our robotic and highly developed techno gear. We will show the world a new war fought not by the bodies of men but the intelligence of their machines that do not bleed life. 

It is a new era, a time for all those everywhere to stand up against the tyranny of the few over all others. It is time to usher in the age of Aquarius.


 

Kevin McCarthy Warns California Of The Wrath Of Orange Hair

Snot nosed McCarthy who recently removed his head from Orange Hair's ass came back to California to warn us that if we do not bow down and worship Orange Hair, as he does, we will face his unrelenting wrath.

MC CARTHY

WE WILL NOT WORSHIP ORANGE HAIR. NOT NOW OR EVER

Notice McCarthy's face freshly pulled from Orange Hair's ass. The pouting lips that suckle on Orange Hair's sphincter. The bent nose from the large amount of time spent up the rear of Orange Hair. This is the look that McCarthy wants Californians to have, but we will not brown nose this tyrant and turn into the sniveling coward that McCarthy has become. McCarthy is a traitor to all California. He needs to move closer to Moscow and we intend to put them there so he can sniff the butts of Puss Stain and Orange Hair that he adores and worships.

The battle is soon to come. Orange Hair is gathering his forces along with his goons like McCarthy. Beware City of Angels for this demon pictured here is no friend of ours. Gather your dart drones and devices and be ready for the attack that could come at any moment for the siege is about to begin.

Orange Hair Grants An Audience With His Minions

Orange Hair gathered bales of dollar bills from the treasury to drop from Air Force One as he flew over the swamps of Florida to help in gathering a crowd. Those that showed up had to buy an overpriced hat that said, I'm with Stupid. But the crowd didn't mind since the hats are red which is perfect for possum hunting and driving pick ups. The crowd was happy with their hats and Orange hair was happy with getting all their found money. And as the crowd looked for the free beer advertised on flyers they soon learned that the Dixie cup of warm suds came only after they entered the hangar and the doors were shut and locked. Still it was free although flat and on the warm side, but they had their beer and a bench to sit on. That's when Orange Hair brought in the entertainment to warm up the crowd.

It was a success with the beer bellied hillbillys in attendance for most of them never saw a naked thigh that wasn't two hundred pounds of wiggly fat, and though the dancers had tits that didn't hang to their belly, the overhaul crowd loved them still. One was overheard to say he never saw anything so exciting since they outlawed public lynchings.

Orange Hair, seated on his glorious porcelain throne, stood and raised his hand to hush the crowd, he was about to speak. But the crowd wanted more beer and maybe a bit of pickled pork belly but Orange Hair denied their request and blamed the media.

"I told you about the media didn't I?" He asked as he scanned the crowd. "The lying thieves ate all the pickled pork belly and they drank the rest of the beer too, but they'll deny it if you ask them. That's how low down they are. They would take  your granny's beer can while she rocked on the front porch if you didn't watch them."

A roar of boos erupted along with more than a few belches of gas which pleased Orange Hair and he knew that he was on the right track.

"I saw one of these Northern scoundrels pull a whiskey bottle right out of the mouth of a nursing mother before she could take a swig." More boos and cat calls came from the growing unruly crowd.

The press corps began to look for an exit but found every escape route batten downed.  They began to worry.

"You know you can't trust what they write. Not that you could read it but if you could, it is all lies so I'll tell you what they wrote." Orange Hair then looked out to the crowd and in a very long voice screamed, "LIES. That's what they write about me." The crowd erupted once more, belching and spitting, puffing and huffing.

Then Orange Hair swept back his coif, raised both hands to the ceiling and yelled, "They hate Jesus too. Can you imagine."

Well it was to much for the crowd. They tore off the boards they had sat on and marched toward the press stand where shivering journalists stood petrified.

We don't know how many survived to write about anything, some grabbed red hats and tried to blend with the crowd but most of them didn't survive. This much we know.

       

Republicans Love Orange Hair and Orange Hair Loves All Things Russian

With the help of the Republican party, Orange Hair is successfully selling secrets to Russia.  Puss Stain is so happy with his puppet, he doesn't have to pull strings, the puppet dances to the tunes Russia plays without any help. America has been sold for an undisclosed price by the Republican party's need to win the election. They have successfully handed America over to the Kremlin without a shot being fired. The treasonous acts of our FBI director, James Comey to deliberately hide information of  Orange Hair's constant contact with his Russian handlers should send him to the gallows but it will not for the Republican base doesn't care if we're sold to the Russians or anyone else, they only love Orange Hair and Orange Hair tells them what to think and what to do and they do it without thinking.

We are at the hands of a great horde of illiterate self schooled Jesus freaks. They don't think, they only need someone's insults to go on. They don't have lives, they live thinking that Orange Hair will make them rich too. That's how stupid the Republican base is at the present. Orange Hair is tearing our educational system to shreds, people who think for themselves can be very dangerous. Should his base become educated they may think Orange Hair's insults and brags aren't worth the breath spent on them. And how then could Orange Hair control what they think, read and see.

It is time to rise up and join our forces before we all must learn Russian. We will be planting potatoes for Russia by this summer if something isn't done today. Join or forces in the City of Angels and fight this diabolical dictator that has taken our country hostage.

Commander Flynn, Orange Hair's GoBetween To Russia With Love

The Manchurian Candidate has happened with Flynn flying in to whisper in the Kremlin's ear at their beck and call. The Russians have successfully placed Orange Hair in the highest office of our land and they need only wait for Orange Hair to turn America the free, into Amerika the enslaved. Truths are lies and lies are truth, for we now have alternative facts to smoke screen the Republican base into believing it is so. Do Not Trust The Media. When you control the information, you control the people. Our country is in grave peril.

It is time to rise up and resist this great evil. Our freedom's, our very lives are at stake with Orange Hair and his madness for fame and fortune. For he will risk everything to cement his name as a world dictator to fear and worship.

Russia told Flynn to go after Iran. Now Orange Hair is fixated on a target, the most recent, an Iranian ship in International waters somewhere in the Persian Gulf. Orange Hair planned to board by force the ship and search the cargo for any contraband deemed so by Orange Hair.  That would most certainly lead to war with Iran. Orange Hair's planned was shelved, for the moment, being that international waters might present a problem of piracy. Not that resorting to piracy isn't beneath Orange Hair, he's been a pirate  his whole life. But his advisors got cold feet, there wasn't anyone convenient to blame it on should things go not as planned. Men of no honor look for none.

 We have our drones and devices at the ready should Orange Hair and his minions try to enter the City of Angels. The forces of oppression shall do so meeting great resistance by the free citizens of our beloved megalopolis, for we have not been fooled into thinking Orange Hair brings anything but misery and death.

Orange Digs In the Toilet and Pulls Out the Attorney General

Jeff Sessions one of the,  'Good ole' Boys' of Alabama, came out of Orange Hair's Porcelain Throne today covered in shit. So the butler, Dummkoph needed to scrub him white. Oh, does the butler take pleasure in this most sacred task, to clean anyone white. The butler, you see, believes that  if given a black man he could scrub him white.  Sessions is Lily Fucking White.

Already the lying crud has stated that 'Crime is UP' and he intends to put anyone not lily fucking white in jail. You see it's like this with the good ole boys of the South, you don't look like you're  inbred trailer trash then you is a criminal. Sessions is noted for his vetting  process to make sure the suspect is truly white. If the person shows signs of possible 'other than white' they are likely the criminal type and need long sentences working for white people. Sessons doesn't believe this is slavery but rather a way for criminals to pay for the crime of not being white.

Things are not going well with Orange Hair. His family packed off in ten different directions glad to rid themselves of the Beast. "I wanna be president," Orange Hair repeated night after night. And their response, of course was, "GO FOR IT." Anything to get rid of him sounded really good. Trouble is he is now the world's problem. He has been let loose and we, as in all of the planet, have a problem. After that he attacked the courts for ruling against him. ALL OF THEM Ruled against him. So Orange Hair can't arrest people at airports and torture them. This latest development is very upsetting to Orange Hair and at present he has slithered back to his Porcelain Throne to tweet and pout.

All Hail the Pouting Tweeter.

Orange Hair Retreats To The Swamps of Florida

After attacking our country's judiciary and applauding the demonic Puss Stain, ruler of Russia, Orange Hair has taken refuge in a swamp of his choosing, he is now residing in Florida in a quagmire called, Marsh Of The Rich Fat Assholes of Lower Florida. He loves his crocodiles, his slithering pythons because they both have a fondness to crush their rivals. It is all so nice now that he is in the oval office for after his coronation as President of The United States, Orange Hair has decided to dismantle the Constitution and arrange one better suited to his purpose for world domination.

He has the Gestapo of the Loyal Order Of Biker Rednecks. The Aryan Fraternal Order of White Supremacists Inbreeds. And the famous, Old White And Afraid of Anyone Not Like Me Malevolent Society. With these instruments of stupidity and derangement, Orange Hair plans to take over the world but he will not succeed for the City of Angels which is a beacon to all free loving people, has decided to fight this enemy tooth and nail.

We will not stop in our quest to rid America of this abomination that has stole the election with the help of his keeper, Puss Stain of Russia. Orange Hair has sold us out to the most ruthless murderer in history and Puss Stain can't wait to collect his debt. He has information on Orange Hair that would lead to his unraveling and fall unless Orange Hair produces what he desires, the keys to liberty and justice for all.

The great city of light, the City of Angels has taken the mantle to fight this evil for both of these tyrants desire world domination and the enslavement of all free people of the planet Earth. Here below is the picture of our enemy, notice his eccentric dwarfism, the hideous paunch of belly and pendulous man breasts.

We here in the City of Angels normally would tolerate such a figure, for we have room for all but this mess for a male goes beyond anyone's tolerance. Some people have turned this into good in our diet industry for there is an Orange Hair diet plan that is attached to this drawing of the creature. Before every meal take a look at this drawing and your craving for food will diminish, however the desire to drink heavily afterwards does present another problem.

Orange Hair Wants the World To Know He is An Ass Hole

He has insulted every world leader with his 'Kiss My White Fucking Ass" attitude and the world leaders are fed up with the 'rich spoiled child syndrome' Orange Hair made of himself.  He pouts and fidgets, his tiny hands with their very tiny fingers twitter and tweet all day. He hasn't left the Porcelain Throne Room where one poor victim after another must face the Molester Machine. Never bored with the suffering of others, he feels ten years younger than Methuselah  because of it, and decides to tweet an Executive Order that the President, Orange Hair must have victims for his molesting machine available at all times.

He told Mr. Turnbull to kiss his white fucking ass, as he showed the executive tweet demanding the cheeky peck from the prime minister. Too bad for Orange Hair for Mr. Turnbull said all he had to do was pick up more victims for the Molester Machine, if Orange Hair would send a boat and clean out the islands they're on. Refugees are such a blight for the well to do. And Orange Hair has a plan for refugees--the deep six. All refugees that can't be used for torture shall henceforth be thrown out of planes into the sea.

"It's so easy," Orange Hair said to his butler, Dummkoph. "Why didn't anybody do this before?"

Orange Hair settled back into the Porcelain Throne, his fingers began to twitter and he felt an executive tweet about to come out. His sphincter pinched and popped another tweet. "The only real facts are alternative facts. Henceforth, anybody who wants to know what is happening, we will tell you what happened and why. No need to find out anymore for Orange Hair has decreed by executive tweet, these are the alternative facts that you as a true believer in all things Orange Hair shall believe. Orange Hair thought a moment and added to his tweet, So help me Orange Hair the Greatest Ever of All Humans that ever were or ever will be. 

Orange Hair Attacks America's Airports

Children today were ripped from the arms of mothers at American airports. Orange Hair needs people to torture and has decided it will be Muslims first to hang from his molesting machines. He has now taken a number of captives, a group of elderly people from Iraq and a few children that tried to cling to their mothers as the Orange Hair Gestapo yanked them from their parents and threw the little ones into burlap bags marked male or female.

Now that he has captives to torture, Orange Hair sits on his porcelain throne to hear their cries for mercy, but he doesn't care about their pleas just as long as they don't interfere with his tweets. He has decided to do an executive tweet and takes in air as his fingers twitter and tweet out one executive order after another. Torture is in. Taking captives for torture is in. Anyone who disagrees shall be arrested and tortured. These are tweets of the mighty and powerful Orange Hair.

A young girl, who was going back to college so she could be a doctor in her village in Iraq, was unmercifully grabbed by the Orange Gestapo. They took her directly to the throne room her clothes ripped from her in front of Orange Hair before she is placed in position inside the molesting machine. With the help of mirrors strategically placed, Orange Hair can witness every grab and pull his machine will perform on the victim. The machine starts with a groaning sigh before it snaps at the poor girl's genitals while another slithers on a stainless steel arm to her buttocks to slap and pinch repeatedly at the girls posterior. Then there is the squeezing of breasts by an eight fingered hand that hold stainless steel tips to sting the flesh with each squeeze.

The girl passed out when she saw the machine snapping and grabbing but was soon revived by the pinching and squeezing of the cold steel hands. Then the screams began and Orange Hair smiled the sweetest smile.

"At last," he said out loud, so pleased. The throne butler agreed, Dummkoph clicked his heels and saluted to Orange Hair's success with the first victim of the the dreaded molesting machine, Puss Stain, the absolute ruler of Russia, gave to Orange Hair for his victory at deceiving America.

Orange Hair decided to tweet and tweet he did, he tweeted an executive order and tweeted how weak America has became. He tweeted to Puss Stain, thanking him for the most beautiful, wonderful molesting machine. When Puss Stain tweeted back kisses and hugs it thrilled Orange Hair and titillated his rectum so to cause his fingers to twitter and with his fingers a twitter he tweeted some more as he sat on the Great Porcelain Throne with the molesting machine ravishing its first victim. 

Orange Hair Declairs War On Mexico and England

Theresa May went to the White House where Orange Hair, after a few pleasantries, showed the Prime Minister the porcelain throne, and in front of it, the torture device Puss Stain gave him. She almost fainted dead out but when she recovered, and just in time before Orange Hair had her in the device ready for it to grab her genitals, her guard pulled her away. Theresa May was warned of Orange Hair and his peculiar habit for fondling privates, and she did expect something like this but to witness the machine, snapping at her snapper and slapping at her slapper, it was a bit too much.

She was on the horn immediately, and in good time too. The President of Mexico, Mr. Nieto called Orange Hair and said he would love to come to the White House but he had a gall bladder massage he couldn't miss. Orange Hair was very disappointed in these world leaders and their weakness for torture. How sad, he thought, that they didn't want to participate in torture even though it would be them tortured, and considered them weak and Europeanish.

After that disappointment, Orange Hair went to his porcelain throne to tweet. Nobody yet to use his beautiful machine on but he knew in time there would be. "All in good time," he said to himself before issuing a tweet and two executive orders. One executive order was for women who wanted an abortion, they would be tortured. That order was to satisfy the demands of the Pro Life Movement who were slightly disappointed that he didn't kill the women after they were tortured for having an abortion and felt the executive order needed more teeth.

Orange Hair as a soft spot for women. He will only torture and not kill women who have abortions. Of course, after the torture, many of them are so mortified of what was done to them that they kill themselves and Trump, knowing this, felt a bit sad but soon got over it. He needs a woman or girl to use his machine on and he needs one soon.

Perhaps a woman in a hijab would be good but he better find one soon because a few days ago he banned them from the country. Rags, he wrote in his executive order are for menstrual periods and  not to be worn on the head.

Tomorrow will be more executive orders on golf, what hotels will get preferential treatment, and torture.

Orange Hair Hated By The CIA

An agent today came out with the truth. Her and others would not take a bullet for the illegal president of the United States, Orange Hair. She is now in grave danger for Orange Hair demands she is used for his pleasure on his latest torture machine given to him by his puppet master, Puss Stain, the Stalin of Russia. Orange Hair has his own puppet, James Comey, director of the FBI who dances to any tune Orange Hair plays. These two traitors, along with others to our country, who swayed the election and placed the illegal Orange Hair into power must face a court of the people for their treachery.

For there are more of us than they are of them and we will RESIST. We will fight the good fight with our devices and dart drones that will blanket the skies. Those who sniff and nose Orange Hair's putrid reeking ass will feel the sting of their betrayal. For this brave agent, and many others have safe haven in the City of Angels. We will hide and protect all who live to breath freedom. Orange Hair, who is Puss Stain's bitch, will soon be driven from his porcelain throne where he loves to twit and tweet. He is there now, waiting for the delivery of this brave woman who spoke the truth. Orange Hair has his new torture machine station in front of the porcelain throne so he can watch all he wants of her agony as the machine pulls and prods at her genitals until her life is taken. His deformed dwarfish flesh will shake and shimmy as he twits and twits to his worshipers of his ass droppings-the lies he perpetuates ad-nauseam that come deep within his bowels.

We who live in the City of Angeles will defend until the last man, woman and child, our right to be free. We will darken the skies with our dart drones and devices that will seek out those branded by the Beast. And we will win.

Orange Hair Is Unable To Tell Fact From Fiction

Orange Hair is incapable of telling the truth. It isn't in his genes or the DNA, or anywhere except maybe his ass. Some small portion of the sphincter hidden beneath a layer of lie. Even when he tries to say something truthful it comes out a lie. For most people with this condition they are in a prison somewhere but for Orange Hair, being very rich and having no taxes to pay for his entire rich life which allows for his genetic deformity to blossom without being confined to a prison for violating several laws. Orange Hair has a bevy of lawyers, they follow him to pick up the lies, sue anyone who disagrees with the lie, and keep Orange Hair free to terrorize not just America, but the planet.

He has a gift from Satan himself, to recognize others with this condition and has formed a club of those who lie and dream of world domination. They are currently in the process of doing just that. The grand leader, whom they all admire to the point of worship is Puss Stain, ruler of Russia. America is threatened with enslavement by those who can lie just as easy as a hyena cries when spotting carrion. But, as it turns out, we are the carrion in their eyes, the dead meat if we allow them to feed on us.

We need to band together and stop the oppressors before Puss Stain is allowed world domination. Already groups have formed, not just in America, but around the world, to face these demoniacal forces that need to enslave mankind. Rise up before you begin to believe the lies put out by Puss Stain and his puppet, Orange Hair. Their lying shit is what they want you to eat but don't. These cunningly vile humans will go to no length to guile you into believing they'll bring to you riches even though it is the plutocrats only who get the spoils.

There are devices in place to spy on their movements. We have dart drones at the ready to fill the skies, until they turn dark with their number, ready to descend on selected targets. It is time to ready ourselves for they will use torture to find out about the resistance. Torture, poison gas, even atomic weaponry are at their disposal but fear not for LOVE TRUMPS HATE. 

The Battle Begins

Fresh from the front lines our war against the Beast, Orange Hair has started with victories. We have successfully kept many white supremacist from getting to the inauguration of Orange Hair. The crowds are thin for his supporters, bleachers abandoned, entertainers absent. It is a mark against the oppressor, our thorn in his side that we intend to widen. Our success today has already weakened his defenses and we plan to add more grief to the puppet of Puss Stain, the dictator of Russia.

Now that Orange Hair is the puppet of Russia, Puss Stain is elated that Orange Hair has obtained his position with the help of Russia, and Puss Stain plans heavy compensation from Orange Hair for his help in throwing the election. If not, Orange Hair is in deep shit and Puss Stain will seek revenge for the betrayal. Russia wants America enslaved and that was the promise Orange Hair made with the Russian dictator.

We will not relent until the rightful commander in chief is placed in power of the American People. Hillary won the popular election by millions of votes and those of us that voted for her are not going away. We will fight Orange Hair at every opportunity, in every corner of America we will make ourselves and our opposition known to all that Orange Hair represents. For the very freedoms of America are at stake. It is something we must do or be slaves to Russia and so we have buried ourselves underground, we are taking our message of resistance to everyone and we will prevail.

The Cries of Children From All Over America

Orange Hair plans to rip thousands of families apart. To tear babies from the arms of their mothers. To separate and imprison anyone he deems illegal. No proof needed of course, other than the color of skin or habits, or for that matter, anything Aryan Orange Hair, the deformed dwarf, deems  a non-white American. We are a nation forged by people from all over the world, not a single religion or color or anything else other than a global weave of humanity.

But Orange Hair, the hideously deformed dwarf, has promised to make America Great Again for wealthy plutocrats such as himself. His brown nose staff consists of billionaires and millionaires eager to grab as much of the American Pie as possible. Leaving crumbs for the rest. "Let them eat cake" is their motto for the rest of us. 

We can fight back. Black Friday, this 20th of January, at the time of swearing in for Orange Hair, shout in rage wherever you are, "He is not my president, but a puppet of Russia." This will send a message, loud and clear, that we know he is a charlatan, a fraud set in place by Soviet keepers. America is on the cusp of chaos and we are only two days away from absolute calamity.

Our devices and drones are at the ready. We will use them in defense of our city and our country should Orange Hair decide to storm our gates. City of the Angeles and all free loving Americans take arms and fight the dreaded dwarf from hell.

The Siege of Los Angeles

We are now days away from the crowning of Orange Hair. Until then his tweets flow while he sits on the Great Porcelain Throne awaiting his coronation. Nimble are his fingers that twitter in anticipation as he thinks of tweets to degrade, to humiliate, and defame his growing enemy ready to fight the obnoxious beast of Hell, Orange Hair..

Born a deformed dwarf, his parents crafted him in business attire even as an infant with an orange helmet that he must wear at all times so that people won't stare at his small pudgy hands and feet, or his porcine belly. And worse of all his deformities, a head with a sack of skin under his chin that could hold a basket of fish if he were a pelican. But sadly Orange Hair, the deformed dwarf, was no pelican--just extremely ugly. 

This is our enemy, a hideous creature with a bad-ass attitude, caused by children throwing fish for him to catch in his mouth and pocket in the chin sack. He was made even meaner by the taunts in the shower room of having no dick to speak of, being hidden in a nest of wiry pubic hair longer than the dick. Masturbating was rubbing himself on the carpet along with the family dog's ass.

But we cannot show mercy to this imposter of a President. We must push ahead with our devices and drone darts for there is no mercy even for a hideously deformed dwarf who wants to enslave and torture mankind. The time is near and each person now must decide which side they will take in keeping Los Angeles and America--A Free Nation.

Orange Hair Attacks John Lewis

Another soldier of freedom suffered at the hands of Orange Hair. Who will take power this Friday unless the forces of Freedom can put an end to Orange Hair's madness. Mr. Lewis, the renown freedom fighter, who shed his blood for equality, was dismissed as a nuisance, a do nothing.  The Beast has no honor, for years he denied President Obama as our legitimate leader but he wants us to recognize him. NO WE WILL NOT. He is not our president, our chief, or leader. Orange Hair is a vile creature, a swamp nightmare, a hideous buffoon who will lead us only to ruin if he isn't stopped. 

We must girder our loins and prepare to fight Orange Hair on everything. Spare nothing to sabotage his campaign of discourse and chaos for it is a matter of survival, or to face ruin at the hands of Orange Hair's reign of terror. It is up to us, the free cities, cities of refuge, cities of sanctuary and hope to win this war and rid our land of the nightmare that is about to consume us. 

We have devices in place to spy on the Horror, Orange Hair. One device is near the Porcelain Throne where Orange Hair tweets and twitters as he shits turds to feed his believers. Dummkoph fishes them out with his bare hands and then gives the fetid glop to those who press it into wafers. Orange Hair's priest at Fox News give the wafers to his believers to sooth and intoxicate their moronic brains. They are willing slaves to Orange Hair and they too must be removed by any means possible.

We are at this moment making drones on a vast scale, each holding a poison dart at the ready. We will fill the skies with them until the drone darts blanket the sun turning day into night. Then they will descend on the shit eaters of Orange Hair and destroy them all.

Prepare for The Siege

We cannot mount forces yet strong enough to destroy Orange Hair. It is decided to prepare and fight him when he lays in wait for us. Orange Hair plans to demand we give him anyone who is not pure Aryan. He wants to cull all those who do not meet his standards and though other cities have relented some of us never will. Los Angeles is home to the world not just Orange Hairs. We stand united in our fight.

He plans to cut city funds first. Then the water and power, until we bend our knee but we will not. He will bomb, kill, poison but we will not give in. Orange Hair will send his minions among us but we will not change our minds. It is a fight for survival of who we are and without that nothing else matters. This is our home and our country and though a despot will rule we will resist, defend and survive.

We now have prove that the FBI director set up Hillary with a bogus e-mail scandal to help turn the vote. He was paid well by his handlers, Puss Stain and Orange Hair. Republicans have turned their back on freedom and we will remember this always. He is a traitor and the bureau can no longer be trusted by the people of this country. The FBI is now in the hands of villains and thieves, sold to anyone with the highest bid. Comey needs to leave the country and go his motherland, Russia and soon.

We are preparing for the siege, storing away as much as we can before the forces of evil descend on the City Of Angeles. I'm sure the FBI will try and penetrate but we will not be fooled by traitors. Not now or ever again. We will survive somehow though the battle may bend or will and backs, we will survive.

Orange Hair At Work

All things are done while seated on the Porcelain Throne. Orange Hair enters the Throne Room of marble, crystal chandeliers, and gold faucets. He passes the waiting bath and personal servant, his most important servant, for he has Trump's highest seal of approval, the Swastika of America. No one can wear this medal but those of pure Aryan blood that are raised to serve The Alpha. Dummkoph removed his own testicles once Orange Hair placed the medal around his neck. Picked up a knife right in front of Orange Hair and sliced them off clean. He then placed a hot iron on the wound to cauterize and seal the flesh. All of this without a flinch. Orange Hair was so proud and handed Dummkoph the golden bottle of hair dye that Dummkoph alone would use to keep Orange Hair's coiffure as orange as orange can be.

Dummkoph raised his arm in salute and clicked his steel boots as Orange Hair proceeded to the throne. His very personal servant's second most valuable service was to gather the turds and all deposits made while Orange Hair sat on the throne to feed his believers. Orange Hair would soon be tweeting and farting and Dummkoph sat posed to grab the turds has they floated by. What an honor, he thought, of all those he alone was privileged with this task.

We do not believe in Orange Hair or his fake presidency nor anything he says or does for he is a known charlatan and liar who stole the election and is hated by most and feared by the rest. We do not fear him or eat his shit that others who worship him crave. We are free and American, every woman, man, Hispanic, Asian, Muslim, Gay who despises Orange Hair and would like to set his tower of power, his precious throne room, and him--on fire.

It is our fight that we will take to the Tower of Power itself. We are planning a great war before Orange Hair can proceed on the siege of our beloved city, Los Angeles, City of Angels. We will attack before he is installed and allowed to move his throne room to the White House where he wants it installed so that congress and the senate can grovel while he tweets. 

To Russia With Love

Orange Hair snugly fits in his web of deception. His ties to Puss Stain and the fortune of slaves and power promised to Orange Hair by Puss Stain is all consuming. Orange Hair must sit on his porcelain throne to tweet and twitter to Puss Stain of how much he admires him and his ability to take any enemy, torture them, kill them and enslave. He kisses a portrait of Puss Stain sent to him by the Supreme Leader of the USSR. As his lips brush the cheek of Puss Stain, Orange Hair stares at the red star that blazes above the portrait. Orange Hair thinks it is the most beautiful of all stars.

But trouble is brewing, the press has hold of documents sequestered by Russia that shows Orange Hair's involvement in trickery and deception, a leash to tug on Orange Hair should he ever try to stray. Orange Hair is worried and relies on his minions to raise a fog of deception and lies to shake off those on his trail of trickery and treason.

Should Orange Hair succeed, Puss Stain will be pleased with the lessons Orange Hair has learned from his Russian keeper, he might even award him some medal for Orange Hair's treason if he brings Russia's goal of global power. Orange Hair is a convenient and stupid footstool for Puss Stain and he often thought what it would be like to use Orange Hair for that very purpose. Tied beneath the feet of Russia, America as Russia's footstool.

These latest developments on the developing siege of Los Angeles to press Los Angeles into giving homage to Orange Hair or die are critical to our survival. For if Orange Hair succeeds in hiding the truth and America doesn't wake from its stupor of fed lies and shit from the porcelain throne of Orange Hair, then we are doomed.

More info as developments occur.

The Rescue of Prisoners from Orange Hair's Tower of Power

We had electronic devises that fooled  the security of Orange Hair's tower and secreted ourselves into the building in the early morning. We knew from the smell of foul gas that Orange Hair was seated on his porcelain throne twittering his tweets as he made meals of his waste to feed his followers. As we found our way to the dungeons the smell of Orange Hair's sentries eating the foul waste of Orange Hair was overpowering. Fortunately we brought gas masks and quickly put them on.

It was a bit of luck for us to hit at this opportune moment for the guards were in a stupor with the brown sludge from Orange Hair's intestines smeared on the guards mouth as they munched on the fetid cake of waste. We tried not to look least we lose the contents of our stomachs at such a horrible sight of the guards in their feast of shit as we snuck pass them and to the holding cells of the prisoners.

There we found the young women stripped of clothing and chained in front of the machine designed to torture them relentlessly. When they saw us, they became terrified at first thinking we were going to hurt them. But soon their fears turned to joy when we used our devices to release them from bondage and secured their way from Orange Hair's tower.

It wasn't until later that day that we heard the screams picked up from the devices planted in the tower to spy on Orange Hair and his evil minions when Orange Hair discovered our trickery and his guards stupidity. For Orange Hair turned his squeezing and pinching torture machines on his own guards, their genitals swollen and deformed as the machines fondled them unrelenting pulling and squeezing their penises and testicles. They met their deaths at the hands of their owner and good riddance to them. 

Orange Hair Attacks One of Our Own

It was ugly but that is what war is all about. Meryl Streep stood to defend a handicapped man from the viciousness of Puss Stain's prodigy, Orange Hair. She stood against him and all that he stands for, and for her  bravery she is now under siege by the evil legions of Orange Hair. Streep's brave heart withstood the attacks but in his rage to beat down anyone who opposes him he has taken hostages to learn the ways of torture shown to him by Puss Stain.

Three young women are now in the hands of Orange Hair. Delivered to him because they sought abortions from incestuous rape. Orange Hair wants all women punished, no matter the circumstance, if they had or seek an abortion. He feels they are worthless creatures fit only for his demented pleasure.  They are now deep in the bowels of his tower chained while they wait the cruelty Orange Hair himself will administer on them. 

We are mounting a rescue, if it is not too late, to save the women from the cruel fate that Orange Hair plans to cause. He has devised a heinous apparatus that grabs a woman's genitalia squeezing  and pulling constantly on the tender flesh until they are driven mad or die. He relishes his machine forged in Russia with a promise of more to come by Puss Stain himself.  

It is tonight that our forces will try and penetrate the Tower. We are armed and at the ready with devices to secret ourselves inside the Tower's wall and, with the help of all good people, rescue the young women before his cruelty is unleashed. 

At the moment, Orange Hair is sitting on his porcelain throne throwing tweets.  He twitters and tweets while seated in the early morning as he empty his bowels of foul fetid waste to feed his minions who crave more and more of his colonic passings.

It is then that we shall attack. When he is the most vulnerable, his withered penis and testicles dangling near the sewage of his making, his drawers about his ankles and his hands busy with mischief. We will charge giving him no time to plan. The battle begins.

More as new developments occur.
 

Orange Hair Loves All Things Russian

Ruthless men covet power and Orange Hair craves to control all of us. This greed of riches and  power drove him to forge an alliance with America's Archenemy, Russia.  Now all of us, by the cunning of two evils, are at risk of losing our freedom and very lives in our fight to keep America free of Despots.

Puss Stain told Orange Hair how he perfected the art of torture. To bend a human's will to do and say what you want making them mindless slaves if given enough pain and mental anguish. Orange Hair admires Puss Stain for his ability to torture and enslave. To bend the minds of men.

But we of The City Of Angeles who voiced our veto of this cunning devil in overwhelming numbers now stand together to fight the Beast. We renounce Orange Hair and all his cunning minions who do his will.

The Battle Begins.

We are set in place. Los Angeles is forged from the melting pot of humanity that come here from all over the globe. We've learned that all of us are of one specie that loves peace and harmony for in a megalopolis we need to tolerate one another or live in chaos. We defied Orange Hair and now he has turned his naked eye in our direction as an impediment to his desires. We are ready.

Orange Hair is gathering an army of Rats and Demons. He is perfecting them in the art of cunning and  deceit to sow seeds of discourse among us but we are at the ready, waiting for the the filth he will launch at our great city. Puss Stain whispers in Orange Hair's ear of the women in Los Angeles he can molest and use as he wish with nothing to stop him once Orange Hair has absolute power as Puss Stain has of Russia.

Los Angleans and all others who fear Puss Stain and Orange Hair unite with us in our fight for freedom's gold. The riches of  peace among men and goodwill to all. Stand and fight now or face everlasting misery as the slaves Orange Hair and Puss Stain.

More news of the events to follow as time from the battle allows.