Author: Mike

Mine and John Kasich’s favorite ball player of all-time. Given what I’ve seen in this presidential election so far by both Hillary and Birther Boy this alone is enough for me to ultimately endorse John Kasich.

This is so pathetic when you really think about it. With all of Hillary Clinton’s email and Clinton Foundation woes all the Republican Party had to do was nominate a viable canidate. You know, maybe like the guy who’s favorite ball player of all-time is Roberto Clemente and was beating Hillary Clinton in every single head to head poll this past spring when none of us then knew Kevin Durant was already a secret member of the Golden State Warriors and would go 10-31 in Game 6.

But no, these people decided that in perhaps America’s most important presidential election in history the thing to do would be to embrace Birther Boy who had his cult followers chanting ‘Build the Wall’ even though it would have created an estimated annual budget shortfall of $6.4 trillion dollars to implement this idiotic plan.

But now, you just view this pathetic excuse for a presidential campaign and truly wonder how America has fallen this far this fast. He’s so bad he makes Sarah Palin almost seem reasonable. Almost.

As we watch these new days unfold it’s obvious even people like Kellyanne Conway know Trump’s immigration plan gives her no chance whatsoever to ultimately steer Trump’s campaign out of the ditch it’s been in ever since the conventions passed this summer.

Here’s Donald in 2002 chatting with his sex talk chat bud Howard Stern on a myriad of topics including the invasion of Iraq. This is actually one of their more intelligent interviews which is genuinely scary when you think about it deeply for more than two seconds.

If Donald Trump were truly serious about becoming President of the United States and leader of the free world this is more in line of what his ‘almost’ apology should have contained.

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Where do I start since I’ve been such a douchebag in general to almost everyone during the past fourteen months?

Let’s start with veterans, our military, our Gold Star Families, and POWs. I’m truly sorry for some of my callous and extremely immature comments. I can’t possibly empathize with the sacrifices so many of you have made to keep our country free so that a prick like me from Queens, New York could embrace my First Amendment rights to say some of the things I’ve said the past fourteen months in relation to your service, sacrifice, dedication, and loss in serving our country. I never served. Not that’s that an adequate defense for my stupidity, but I’ve just never served anyone except my own ego and net worth. Please be patient with me.

Women. Again I just don’t know any better. I’ve never had a serious meaningful relationship with a woman. How could I know? I’ve collected bikini model wives like I’ve collected golf courses, casinos, hotels, and office complexes. It’s given me something to talk about with Howard Stern during our idiotic interviews. Howard loves this. It’s not that I hate or overtly disrespect women it’s maybe that I really haven’t ever had a relationship based on love rather than cup size– and this is on me.

Hispanics, African Americans, and Muslims. What can I say? It’s not that I could possibly even in my own mind believe some of the things I’ve said about you during my reality television/Twitter campaign for the presidency, but the thing is I figured if I could garner 65% of the white vote in America I could possibly pull this caper off. Do you honestly think I’m stupid enough to think we could round up eleven million people, send them back to Mexico, and have Mexico pay to build a friggin’ wall? Do you honestly think I hold Hillary Clinton responsible for where blacks are or aren’t in our nation today since I endorsed her for president in 2008 and tried to buy her influence on numerous occasions? And do you really think I’m not aware that the Muslim population in America is one of the highest achieving segments in our country?

To several of my fellow GOP presidential canidates. To Lyin’ Ted Cruz–I’m sorry I called you a liar and a total idiot even if it’s true. To Marco– I never should have called you Little Marco and disparaged your penis in front of the world. And to Low Energy Jeb Bush, it’s not that I think you’re a bad guy because like your brother I endorsed the War in Iraq back in 2002, but I knew in my heart of hearts if I could bully you out of the race early I could easily beat what would be left standing. It was easy and when I put you away in South Carolina it was over. Kasich would have been the obvious choice, but do you really think the people who follow me on Twitter would vote for John Kasich? Not likely, although I could possibly sleep with his wife. Howard will love this one almost as much as when I said I might like to have sex with Ivanka at some point.

But in closing, most of all I want to apologize to every American who’s done the right things in your lives. Gone to work, paid your taxes, raised your children the right way, done everything possible to make America the greatest country in the history of the world. None of what I’ve said in this campaign was intended to be taken seriously. But when it started sticking and gaining momentum what was I suppose to do? So I’m somewhat genuinely sorry for what has transpired the past fourteen months.

Almost.

Donald J Trump

Since there’s not really all that much to do running a rogue Thunder blog in mid August unless I opt to write a meaningless piece on Kyle Singler’s off season (Erik Horne, newsoksports) or a going through the motions piece on how many games the Thunder will win next season (Royce Young, Daily Thunder) — I think what I’ll do instead is pretty much pivot with Donald Trump for the next few weeks and see what happens with this rogue presidential campaign of his.

I’m a political junkie and it’s always been a fantasy of mine to follow a presidential campaign. One of my favorite books of all-time is Losers by Michael Lewis of Moneyball, The Blindside, Liar’s Poker, and The Big Short fame.

If you love presidential politics Losers is a must read. Order it on Amazon and I assure you you’ll love it. The book was written by Michael Lewis as he followed the 1996 presidential election which pitted incumbent Bill Clinton against the GOP nominee Bob Dole. It’s actually my favorite book written by Lewis. Please read it if you get the chance. It makes what’s happening twenty years later in American presidential politics seem plausible.

Anyway, as Trump attempts to pivot and see if he can maintain at a level above an average fourth grader for longer than three days I think I’ll follow his campaign a bit. I’ll start tomorrow by going over his ‘almost’ statement of apology to America he ‘almost’ gave on Kellyanne Conway’s first day on the job as his new campaign manager.

I have no idea whatsoever what these other Thunder bloggers are doing, but I think I’ll cover the presidential election until we get to early October. If Presti makes a trade of any consequence I’ll pull off the campaign beat and write something Thundery. If Draymond gets Durant to marry him and shows Monica Wright how to get it done I’ll get it on here.

But for the time being, I’m on the Trump beat with Katie Tur of MSNBC. She looks like she could use some help.

Can this really be a surprise? Since the GOP convention we’ve witnessed the most abjectly unqualified presidential nominee in modern American political history attempt to ‘pivot’ and become a serious canidate. The reason he can’t pivot is simple. He’s not a serious canidate with any deep political ideology. Trump in essence is a New York Democrat running against another New York Democrat in Hillary Clinton. He’s not a conservative. He’s a fraud in a sense using the Republican Party to run a rogue presidential campaign. It’s the classic OPM (Other People’s Money) scam. His campaign is as laughable as having a degree from Trump University, yet in no way should any Clinton supporters become complacent because of the polls pre Labor Day.

He won the GOP nomination by bullying sixteen GOP canidates in the primary process. I would agree with Trump on one point, there’s no need for him to ‘pivot’ because he can’t. It’s not what he is. He’s not qualified for the position. So–in essence, don’t try to be something you can’t possibly be.Go back to being a flamethrower and see what happens.

Enter Stephen Bannon from breitbart.com. Steven Bannon of Sarah Palin adoration. If you’ve never read this website you might want to browse through it.

So in adding the Breitbart touch to the Trump campaign, it’s clear where this is all headed—the gutter. Good luck with this, America.

At some point you just don’t know what to say. Especially living in Oklahoma where real elections no longer take place. Where Sarah Palin would still probably garner sixty per-cent of the vote against either Teddy or Franklin Roosevelt. Where Lincoln, Reagan, or even Bush 41 would be viewed as squishy. But at some point doesn’t the check engine light come on….eventually? Maybe, hopefully.

I mean, what are you going to say as it appears Hillary Clinton could be headed for an Electoral College landslide election in November. This isn’t on Hillary Clinton. This isn’t on Wall Street. This isn’t even on the premise of a rigged general election.

This rests squarely on those who decided in the GOP primaries that it would be better to nominate a reality television persona over say someone who was the House Budget Chairman and a successful two term governor from Ohio who’s favorite ball player of all-time was Roberto Clemente. A man with an impeccable resume. A wife who wouldn’t have plagiarized Michelle Obama at the GOP Convention. A real life inspirational story of overcoming the deaths of his parents at an early age in life. A canidate who probably would have had Tom Ridge as his vice-presidential partner.

But no. You GOP primary voters opted to go with the Godfather of the Birther Conspiracy. The man who with a straight face insinuated Lyin’ Ted Cruz’s father was involved in the assassination of JFK. A guy who said sleeping with his own daughter would be pretty hot if indeed she wasn’t his oldest daughter… sigh. A man who probably thought long and hard about making Howard Stern his VP nominee.

A canidate repudiated even by his own party leaders.

And this is why when Hillary Clinton becomes the 45th president of the United States none of you should say one single word for the next four years.

Not one word.

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Berry Tramel appears to be lost. I’ll need to play my Durant closure music for him one more time. He’s lost. Totally. The writer who along with now San Jose Mercury News scribe Anthony Slater gave us the Mr. Unreliable story several seasons ago in the Memphis series and who just recently called Durant a douchebag can’t decide if he wants to be aggressive or passive.

He wrote a piece telling his readers why they should applaud Durant in February when the Warriors come to OKC. Fortunately for them they weren’t buying any of that bullshit. A poll with four options accompanied the piece. Tramel’s suggestion wasn’t reflected in the results of the poll.

The option which won the poll was just remaining absolutely silent when Durant was announced for his opening lineup call.

I’m not a booer. Athletes aren’t boo worthy. Trump is, Durant isn’t. Lyin’ Ted Cruz is, Draymond Green isn’t. So if you want to boo go ahead–it’s your individual constitutional right. None of us should be telling others how to handle this.

I will admit to have called both Ron Artest and JR Smith cock roaches during heated playoff games, but I never booed either of them.

I won’t be booing nor applauding Durant in February at the Peake. I’ll be cheering Westbrook. Cheering Steven Adams. Urging Victor Oladipo to do great things.

But I will not be giving Kevin Durant any love. But if others want to it’s clearly their call.

When Al Horford left Atlanta for Boston this summer in free agency he actually paid to take space in the Atlanta paper and told the city of Atlanta how much he appreciated his time there. He didn’t diss a teammate. Didn’t diss his coach. And didn’t act like a douchebag in the aftermath.

So when Durant arrives with his Oakland AAU Super Team in February he won’t get anything from me.

Nothing.

For Berry Tramel. Move forward, buddy. It’s a grand glorious world out there.

Thanx for the edit, TC.

My father turned eighty-two years of age on Wednesday. This is for him, me, and fathers and sons everywhere.