The Return of Super Fraud

 I need things to do to prevent me from going violent.

 That is basically the gist of it.

So much has changed in the nearly two years since I laid this blog down at the demand of a reader and a friend who insisted I was saying something I did not.

But we are where we are, and the fact of the matter is, my rage at the Trump dystopia knows very few bounds.

I need an outlet that's not going to get me in enough further trouble (and, trust me, I am in a bit more of it than I can even mention here at the moment.

I guess I'm going to get at least a bit of it out of the way here.  I have friends of mine in the transgender community.  There has been an organized effort, from Pigfucker Trump on down, to kill them all.

To put it simply, I believe that even the Democrats themselves would allow them to die if it gave them the sufficient votes to be relevant these days.

You, as a nation, are going to leave them alone to live their lives, or you will pay.

It's that simple, it's that direct, and I have very limited sympathy (really, only for the third-party victims) when all Hell breaks loose.

It's like a friend of mine in the community says repeatedly:  How much do you expect them to take?

It is clear that Stephen Miller wants them dead.

It is clear that he speaks for much of America who desires the same result.

There are things I cannot say to that regard, but the fact is:  Leave them alone or else.  Trans Rights Or Else.

There are right-wing influencers all over the Internet whose necks I want to snap.

This blog is an outlet (and I say that to everybody) to prevent such violence because I can't go there yet.

How certain am I that violence may be about to result, and all of that?

Today, the day I relaunch this blog, is the 55th birthday of Debbie Gibson.

Each and every passing day, I am more and more certain the NYPD needed to have me shot and killed that fateful night.

And no, Deborah...  You cannot be who you are -- basically her central message to everybody on said birthday.

You have to be acceptable first.  Just ask my friends in aggrieved communities like the trans community.

But, for now, and probably a degree of surreptitiously, I bring this blog back as a recreation.  As an act of something to do so I don't get myself in trouble in a manner which will have me lose the work that I was put on this Earth to do.

And no, not necessarily this blog in that regard, but I am far closer to being, in soccer terms, "sent off" and permanently this time.

Yes, it is about NFL season, can't blame the skeptical for thinking that might be part of the reason (especially with what probably are the two biggest NFL stories in a long, long time...).

But let's get to it.  We might as well...