I have no voice. It doesn’t bother me, but it’s quite noticeable.

Whenever I do speak, write, sing, act, paint, draw, sketch or sculpt, there’s no measurable impact on anything or anyone.

I’m not a tweeter, but if I were a tweeter, I could literally tweet my ass off, but nobody will read it, and that’s just fine by me, or it was fine by me until Donald Trump’s name became a household word.

You know, a household word like “slopbucket” or “pig-iron”.

As you read this, keep in mind that this blog was written originally when I first heard the name of Trump, back in 2017, some five years ago. Yep, I saw it coming and called the shots exactly right. Problem is, I can talk, but nobody’s listening. As I said in the beginning, I have no voice. Continue reading →