The Trump Jesus
Yes, gagging a bit and almost losing my breakfast, I’m sharing the Trump Jesus image.
Had to be done; so insane, it must be shared so that everyone can see how Dozy Donny Trump sees himself.
What’s funniest about this is Trump’s answer when he was asked if he posted it.
Reporter: Did you post that picture of yourself depicted as Jesus Christ?
Trump: It wasn’t a depiction. I did post it and I thought it was me as a doctor. And had to do with red cross as a red cross worker, which we support and only the fake news could come up with that one.
LOL
OMG
- “It wasn’t a depiction.” Yeah, sure, that was ripped right off your work on the golf course.
- “…I thought it was me as a doctor.” You can’t be serious; what about that picture says ‘doctor’? The glowing hand? Why do you think the hand is glowing? What’s that, radioactive material?
- “And had to do with a red cross as a red cross worker…” Can you point that red cross out to us, Dozy Donny?
Come on, man. This is the work of a person living in a fantasy. He can’t even understand what he posted.
Worse, this is not the first time that Trump has depicted himself as something extraordinary. Remember the time he posted himself as Superman? How ’bout when he showed himself as a muscular Jedi war, king, cowboy, or astronaut?
The post has been deleted but the truth is out there. I can’t believe Republicans keep denying and follow this delusional individual as their leader.
But they probably will until a FAFO moment that can’t be fixed.
That calls for a song.
Monday’s Theme Music – A Sunny Day
Ashland, Oregon, April 13, 2026.
We begin the day with rain, which is expected to continue off and on into the evening. It’s 50 now with a high of 54 F possible. Sunshine does break through, but clouds quickly rush over to block it.
It’s another Trump day. We’re now into week seven of Trump’s Iran War. Trump is blockading the Strait of Hormuz to keep it open and bring Iran to its knees after assuring us, “We won.”
The peace president continues to threaten to bomb Iran if they don’t capitulate. That’s the ‘art of the deal’ for you. It’s worked wonders so far.
The Pope’s comments about peace and the Iran war outraged the peace president. Peace president Trump blasted the Pope on crime and foreign policy, areas which Trump has demonstrated no knowledge in. That means that he assumes he knows more than anyone else, in his mind.
To complete the journey around the bend, Trump shared a social media post likening himself to Jesus. Jesus, who helped the poor and sick and counseled against wealth, greed, and rich men; and Trump, who lies, makes life more miserable for the poor and sick, whose names is almost a synonym for 21st century greed and avarice. Trump certainly remains tone deaf to irony.
Happily, over in Hungary, Viktor Orbán appears out after losing the election and conceding. I hope that’s an omen that more positive change is coming.
Today’s music is brought to me by my dreams. I went through another long one last night. Loaded with family, many of my family members were often on bicycles while I was walking or running. We mostly stayed in contact during this shambolic excursion, which was sometimes alongside a river and was mostly on a dusty road. I was young in the dream, and often sweaty. There were stops for food and eating, and beds where I sometimes stopped and rested. While doing that once, an older copy sat on the bed’s edge to rest. Remembering that I wanted to tell my sister and her husband something, I sprang up from the bed, apologizing to them for startling them. I noticed that the man looked like Alan Rickman.
I was thinking about the dream, revisualizing the part where I began running along the river, when The Neurons introduced music to the morning mental music stream. CCR came out with “Walk on the Water” after John Fogarty’s brother died from a blood transfusion. The song makes sense to me because it’s about being near home.
Late last night, I went for a walk
Down by the river near my home
Couldn’t believe, with my own eyes
And I swear I’ll never leave my home again
Hope peace and grace lift you up and carry you through all your adversity and troubles.
We’re off to do Food & Friends deliveries.
Cheers
The Long Dream
My wife and I were staying in a white apartment building, in a spacious ground-floor unit.
Located on flat land, seven stories tall, the building was part of a busy area, full of energetic people and planning. Part of this was about the traffic going on with the broad street in front of the house. Other changes involved landscaping.
I had a sort of control where I could receive and send information. As I passed information on, someone in charge approached and asked how I was doing that. I showed them my control, a black rectangle similar to a television remote control. I demonstrated how I pointed it at things, pressed a button, and learned from doing that. I could then point it to someone, press a button, and share that information with that person.
In response to questions, I clarified that, yes, I could do simultaneous information collection and broadcast it to multiple people at the same time. But I also showed him that the remote was old and damaged; several buttons were weak or loose. I sometimes had to hold them in longer before the desired effects took place.
I hinted that I would really appreciate a new one, and they implied they might be able to help.
In another part of my dream, I had five cats. All were cats who previously lived with me and passed away. They were just hanging around the apartment, being cats.
Then a strange cat entered the front door. Resembling a small gray lion, it came in and then paused when it saw our cats.
One of our cats ran right up and attacked it. Our cat and the lion cat wrestled for a few seconds and then our cat pulled away and stretched. “Oh, he’s only playing,” we realized.
We then watched as the other cats interacted. One of our cats attacked one of the others, throwing them down. But then all the fighting stopped and the cats just settled down and washed.
It was then time for my wife and I to leave to go somewhere. As we left our apartment, I saw that the building’s rear landscaping was torn up. All the grass and plants had been removed.
That surprised me and my wife. We talked about it and then another approached and assured us that these plans had been in place for a long time. My wife and I chatted further, admitting, we must have missed the notice.
Dream end
Sunday’s Theme Music
Ashland, Oregon — Sunday, April 12, 2026.
Another chilly spring dawn greeted us. Light rain fell yesterday and overnight. The front and its clouds keep the sun from warming us. Yesterday was mostly bleak, as if the sun felt too tired to heat up. It’s 49 now and the high will be 52 F.
And here we go again:
Trump threatens Strait of Hormuz blockade after US-Iran ceasefire talks end without agreement
Trump said he has “instructed our Navy to seek and interdict every vessel in International Waters that has paid a toll to Iran. No one who pays an illegal toll will have safe passage on the high seas.” Other nations would be involved in the blockade, he said, but did not name them.
Yes, other unnamed nations are involved, just like unnamed former presidents are cheering Trump on.
Just like that, Trump has decided the US Navy will be the police of the high seas, interdicting ships ‘who pays an illegal toll’. Funny sentiment coming from a person who loves announcing illegal tariffs.
Where the hell is Congress? Oh, that’s right — they’re on a break. Congress being on break while Trump grows increasingly unstable and belligerent is another sign of the nation’s misplaced priorities. It’s absolute nuts.
Trump also wants to paint the Eisenhower Executive Office Building with “magic paint”. Trump says unnamed experts endorse this plan. Meanwhile, real named experts say that it’s a bad idea.
There are several recurring Trump themes here. One, Trump thinks he knows better than experts. We’ve seen him proclaim that throughout his business career as he conned others and declared bankruptcy after bankruptcy. We’ve seen it, too, with tariffs and medicine, such as his suggested COVID-19 treatment ideas.
Trump’s other trend is mentioning people who can’t be named or don’t want to be named. People congratulating, calling him, thanking him, advising him. How many of them are real?
A third Trump trend we’re seeing is his dependence on “his feelings”.
Trump says war with Iran will end when ‘I feel it in my bones’
In 2025, Trump made similar comments about childhood vaccinations. “This is based on what I feel. The mumps, measles and — the three should be taken separately. And it seems to be that when you mix them, there could be a problem,” Trump said. “So, there’s no downside in taking them separately. In fact, they think it’s better. So let it be separate.”
Is it just my imagination or is this really nuts?
When ‘imagination’ crossed my mental threshold, The Neurons pounced like a red light in front of Papi. They quickly ran “Just My Imagination” by The Cranberries into the morning mental music stream.
It’s a light song, with chill lyrics from a ‘saner’ time of 1999:
There was a game we used to play
We would hit the town on Friday night
Stay in bed until Sunday
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had
Living not for reality
Hope you have a sane, safe Sunday, full of peace, grace, and joy.
Cheers
The Net’s Take: This Week with Trump
Humor, facts, truth, history, reminders…and Melania.
History
The Art of the Deal
Pretty bad people…
Behold, TACO’s Arch
Ah, memories…
USA…not first for Trump…
The Writing Moment
Breathe in, breathe out.
Sip coffee. Sit. Stare.
Contemplate.
Finished the second pass of the novel in progress, Unfocused. Six zillion words.
Naw. Just felt like it. Only 101K. 485 pages in MS Word.
The usual wars go on in me: finished. Feels good. Is it any good?
What shall I do now?
By that last, I mean, do another editing/revision pass or work on submitting it somewhere.
Other concepts call. A Tribe Called Death is eager to be written. Multitudes.
So, I sit. Sip coffee. Stare.
Contemplate.
Wait for a sign from the coffee shop.
Friday’s Theme Music – The Circus
Ashland, Oregon — Friday, April 10, 2026.
56 F right now, 62 is our projected high on a day when rain clouds have moved in and await their cue.
Had a big-ass thunderstorm here yesterday. Began with a heavy rain. Not monsoon level — I’ve experienced them in Southeast Asia — but heavier, harder, more intense than we typically experience. Thunder rolled in.
I went out on the porches to check the gutters. There are two places where the water was splashing out. They’re the usual suspects and need cleaned out again.
While I was out there, I saw lightning to the north. As I thought, lightning, boom, thunder cracked through the valley, violent and loud. That storm was right on top of us. We experienced several more sharp flashes of lightning and deep thunder and then it moved on.
I checked on Papi. My poor orange boi was retired to the master closet. No windows there. It’s his standard safe haven.
Stalemate with Mom continues. Won’t sell her house and asks my sister when the house is being put up for sale. Insists that she can live alone, and rejects anyone telling her otherwise. Doesn’t have a plan except to get out of the assisted living place. Which was basically her plan when she lived with my sister. It’s so frustrating.
Melania Trump stormed onto the national stage to insist that she doesn’t have anything to do with Jeffrey Epstein, and put in a demand about helping the victims.
Meanwhile, inflation was up in March to the highest level in two years, 3.3%. Gasoline prices in the US climbed over 21%. It all can all be traced to Trump’s war on Iran.
Trump responded by releasing a graphic, violent, racist video on ‘Truth Social’ and blaming President Biden.
Who is surprised by any of this? This is par for Trump, creating a distraction from bad news, especially inflation and Epstein, and blaming others. Trump has turned our lives into a three-ring circus.
Today’s song is “Hold On” by Alabama Shakes. This came about when I was doing something and my dream surged back to me. I said, “Hold on,” and spent a moment collecting and assembling dream pieces.
But The Neurons, being who they are, kicked “Hold On” into the morning mental music stream. It’s a solid choice. I heard it I think the year it came out. But when I first heard it on the radio, they never told the song’s title or performer. So I listened, memorizing lines, then went back in and did a net search. Glad I did.
It’s also a song I don’t ever hear being played on the radio these days. That’s a shame.
Hope you and yours are doing well, and peace and grace carry you through whatever the circus of life brings to town.
Cheers
Michael Seidel, writer 