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If you’re in the luckiest one per cent of humanity, you owe it to the rest of humanity to think about the other 99 per cent.~ Warren Buffett

Donald Trump and his sons want you to know he has pledged $1 million to victims of this week’s storm. They want main stream media to put it out there. It is out there.

Also out there: According to Forbes, over the past decade, Eric Trump’s own charity, the proceeds of which go to St Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital’s cancer research, has paid Trump organization more than $1.2 million ~from the charity’s funds~ for the annual one-day use of their golf course. Quiet altruism at work?

Whether Trump actually donates what he pledges remains to be seen. His track record is not good even for his own fund raising efforts.

Trump’s offer of $1 million dollars follows offers by a list of…

I am still trying to cope with the event in Charlotteville. I have been quiet on my blog; haven’t said much, haven’t read much. I try to understand what happened and the more I try the more I feel lost. 

It should really be called the Department of Desperate Losers, he thought.  Losers because they were not from America, and Desperate because they so badly wanted to get here.

He rubbed his hands together.  He loved this part.  It was the beginning of a fun new game.

In front of him sat a stack of computer file printouts, personally selected for him.

He grabbed the first one and started reading through it.  Her name was Maya.  She was a 15 year old girl from Syria.  She liked mathematics and soccer.  He looked at the file in shock.  Who could have possibly picked this one?  After a moment, he finally noticed the Post-It note on the cover sheet.  “Just kidding,” it read.  He made a mental note to find out who was responsible for this joke.

The next one was better.  She was Vietnamese, and she was past the legal age…

Don’t expect me to explain them or defend them or excuse them or represent them. Those people in Virginia, the ones with the torches and the hatred, they aren’t my people.

You might assume they’re my people because I look like them. I could be the mother of any one or dozens of those young white men holding torches and screaming at people. But I’m not, they aren’t my people.

I don’t get what they are saying, I don’t understand it, condone it, or tolerate it. No one I know, no one I grew up with, would hold a torch and walk through a city’s streets yelling invective at other people. Hear me, they aren’t my people.

Don’t ‘dear white people’ me.  Your words are lost on me. I haven’t been unconscious, unaware, disbelieving. Maybe you are thinking of someone else you met once in the hallway of a cheap…

Alex J Fields, is the suspected driver of the car that plowed into a crowd in Charlottesville on August 12, 2017, wounding 19, and killing 1. He is charged with one count of second degree murder, three counts of malicious wounding, and one count of hit and run.

Heather Heyer 32 was killed when Fields drove his car into the crowd.

Plowing a vehicle into a crowd is an act of terrorism, but Trump has yet to call it by it’s name. Alex J Fields’ mother “thought he was going to a Trump rally”— and really, he was.

These people are part of Trump’s base. They traded in their white robes, and the pointed hats that hid their faces, for red hats with Trump’s slogan “Make America Great Again.” Now we know what that means to these people. Like Pence, Sessions, Bannon, and many in Trump’s entourage, they want to…