THE AMERICAN KLEPTOCRACY

We really have turned into a shameless kleptocracy and fraudster nation filled with crooks and grifters at all levels.

Soooooo my pops goes to Enterprise Rent-Car to pick up a car for the day while his is in the shop and while he has the car he takes it over to Kroger to do some grocery shopping.  While there some dipshit scratches the driver's side door and doesn't leave a note with their info (of course!).

So when Dad turns the car in he points out the scratch and the car rental manager says that's not that horrible and my Dad offers to pay for it right then and there.  Rental manager says it'll cost about 500 bucks and my pops says fine, put it on my card.

All done.  Right?

WRONG!

A month later pops gets his credit card bill and there's a charge from Enterprise on it for a repair --- price ------$8,900!

Dad calls them up and says that their own manager agreed to bill him $500 for the damage and he points out that a verbal agreement in Kentucky is binding.  

So they say, "OK, we'll take $4,000."

To which Dad told them to go fuck themselves.

To which they said, "OK, we'll take $2,100."

{Pro-tip: if someone sends you a bill and you tell them to get fucked and they keep knocking down what they'll take until they're willing to take 24% of what they originally billed you.....that person or company is a fraudster.}

Anyways, Dad told them to go fuck themselves (again) and they turned him over to a collection agent who sent him a bill for.........

$6,000!

The people and companies who behave like this are all Making America Great Again.

TRUMP..........

 Now...let me say this about that......

 

*Sweeping generalizations to come*

 

America is my second home.

I am ¼ American.

I have family in rural Oregon.

My Ima’s (Mother’s) Father was a WWII GI in the Pacific Arena.

He was awarded a Silver Star for single handedly over-running a Japanese machine gun emplacement.

He would be DISGUSTED at what happened last week.

 

Trump??? AGAIN!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

 

Now, I’m not a genius. But I also am no intellectual lightweight.

With what he did, with what he promised, with all we know, with all the felony charges, and who he is....... YOU all voted for him again.

 

“Oh, not me Damien!”

 

Some 65 % of white women and 73 % of white man (of exit polling ... yeah, I know) voted for him.

The convicted sexual offender / rapist, embezzler of child cancer funds... you all voted for him again.

America is a failed nation.  You have learned nothing from your past and care nothing for your future.

AND this supposed Christian nation cares nothing for its neighbor.  You all would rather have HIM than a Woman of Color who worked hard for you all and had a plan for a prosperous future.

What.  The Actual.  Fuck.

No no, that isn’t a question.

 

You people love to hate, more than you love to hope.

That’s it. In a nutshell. Your hatred is far more precious to you than a prosperous nation for all.

And here is the kick in the cajones, he will ruin this country for all but the uber wealthy.  THAT INCLUDES YOU WHITE TRASH MORONS WHO VOTED FOR HIM. My family in Oregon included – who I now have cut all ties with.

Your Social Security. Healthcare. Medicare. Stock Market. 401K’s.  ALL FUCKED!!!

You did it knowing who he was. You did it knowing he is a moron. You did it knowing everything.

You did it because you didn’t want brown / black / LGBTQ / and “others” to potentially have more than you.

What a fucking small cock you are.

 

Thank you, America.

Thank you for being exactly what the world thinks you are.

A retarded racist with small dick syndrome.

 

My marriage is now in danger.

My path to citizenship is now in danger.

*I* as a Gay Jewish foreigner am now in greater danger.

And, only two days after the election results we became – again – the laughing stock of the world. “What borders stupidity? Mexico and Canada.”

 

This country used to lead the world.

Not now. Not for quite a while. It is so sad.

This once great nation I love is nothing more than a bully who got beaten up by his victim, and is sitting in a dark corner regurgitating his hatred, self-pity and sense of failure over and over like stale mouthfuls of cud.

 

Disgusting and abhorrent.

 

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

 

And.................... yeah......... FUCK YOU!

 

This nation should let Britain take it over. THEY could do a better job.

And that’s in spite of their recent history.

 

Oh yeah..... FUCK YOU.

 

L’Shalom,

Damien

A COUPLE OF THOUGHTS ON THE ELECTION

Firstly, I'm beyond disgusted with my "fellow" Americans.

I'll go into the why's and wherefores a bit below -- all of which should be obvious -- but here's the thing.......

Most Americans are, by and large, very stupid people.  So electing Trump the first time around in 2016 was ALMOST understandable when you take into account American stupidity.  Understandable in the framework that most voters are low information and all they knew was the guy was a billionaire and that he was a big TV star.  

What could be so bad about that?  I mean, we elected Ronald Reagan and survived that amiright?

And its especially "understandable" when the previous eight years had featured a Black guy in the White House and then the Dems nominated a woman to replace him.  I mean, if you're the average dumbfuck voter in this country -- you know, a white guy or woman who really doesn't like Black folks (or, for that matter, smart women....or really....women in general) Trump is gonna seem OK.  Especially if you don't know shit about him other than The Apprentice.  Which was the case with a lot of those assholes who voted for him in 2016

And sure, he did some heinous shit on the campaign trail and said some awful stuff.  But that was just Trump being Trump.....right?  He was just stirring up shit and the idiot hordes really dug that shit.

You can almost....ALMOST give those dipshits who voted for him in 2016 a pass.  

But.......

Not in 2024! 

In 2024 they knew everything they had learned about him in 2016 AND they fucking knew he was a rapist -- and yet they voted for him.

They fucking knew he was a traitor -- and yet they voted for him.

They fucking knew he was a convicted felon -- and yet they voted for him.

They fucking knew he was a racist and a fascist -- and yet they voted for him.

They fucking knew he stole from a children's cancer charity -- and yet they voted for him.

They knew he botched the Covid response so badly that 1.5 million Americans died from it -- and yet they voted for him.

They knew ALL OF THIS and yet they thought, "Yeah! I'll have four more years of that please."

I hate those people with a heat that makes the sun look like a snowball.

But you know what I hate more?

I hate myself.

I hate myself and feel like a fool for spending years in the military uniform of the US defending a nation infested by the type of appallingly horrible people who were capable of doing what they did on Election Day in spite of knowing what they all knew.

Meet the new Germans -- same as the old Germans.

SOMETIMES YOU'VE JUST GOTTA SAY 'WHAT THE FUCK'

It's not something I'm necessarily proud of but....I can be a vindictive cunt when pushed to it.

Take, for instance, my final months at the next to last 9 to 5 I ever held......

The Normandy at 140 Riverside Drive

It's 1997 and I've been running a boutique real estate asset management company as its EVP and Managing Director since 1991.  The company manages a portfolio of about 50 largely triple A cooperative apartment building in NYC -- a portfolio of which I've grown, in the six years I've been there, from a firm handling fewer than 20 buildings.

The head of the company is a dipshit of 33 years of age who inherited the firm from his father who founded it (and who thought his son was every bit the dipshit I did) who loved to tell anyone who would listen that he was in Mensa with a tested IQ of 165.

Part of my agreed upon compensation -- in addition to base salary -- was a year-end bonus tied to revenue and new business development AND, if I were to broker the sale of any apartments in the buildings that we handled I'd be due a full commission -- since I had a New York Real Estate brokers license.  A full broker's license, not just a sales license.

Over the years I didn't really involve myself in sales much because we had an entire department for that. Plus, I didn't want to take food off their tables by trying to wet my beak in their business.  But at one point a friend of mine who lived in one of our buildings asked me to handle the sale of his apartment and I agreed.

We sold it toot sweet and got his full ask and that was that until it was time to get paid.  At which point there was a bit of hemming and hawing from company ownership about whether I was actually due a commission or not.  In the end I agreed to take a half of what I was rightfully owed and I filed the memory away in case I needed it for later. That later happened about 15 months later when another friend in another building asked me to list and sell her apartment.

Her apartment, at the Normandy at 140 Riverside Drive, was a massive combined penthouse overlooking the Hudson River with wrap around terrace -- at the time she was the restaurant critic for the New York Times and her hubby was an asshole master of the universe running CBS News. So the crib was expensive and the comp tasty, to say the least.

Recalling my prior experience trying to get paid by my firm's owner I made it a point to have the client specify me as exclusive sales agent for the apartment in the listing agreement and I informed my boss that I was selling the apartment and didn't expect any trouble from him this time.

Long story short -- I sold the apartment in no time and my boss fucked me.

When I went to get paid he said, and I remember it to this day....he twirled his fucking sideburn (an annoying habit he had that we all made fun of to his face) and said, "Right! Salaried employees don't get paid commissions."

And with that I stood up and left his office without saying a word and I went back to my office and back to work.  As I did for the next four months -- just like nothing had happened.  I was super friendly, and joked around as usual and acted like the whole thing hadn't happened.  All the while I know for a fact that my boss was waiting for me toss a hand grenade into the room.

And then one day, four months later, that frag got tossed -- in the form of a bunch of letters that came to the office, all on the same day from 32 of the firm's biggest accounts and addressed to the head of the firm.  The letters all said the same thing (because I had written them): Your company is fired with immediate effect and you are instructed to turn over all of our files to the new asset management company. Failure to do so expeditiously will result in civil litigation and the filing of a criminal complaint for fraud.......

And as I listened to the sound of shrieking coming from the president's office I smiled, stood up, grabbed an envelope I had waiting on my desk and walked into his office and tossed the envelope containing my resignation on his desk and said, "Salaried employees may not get paid commissions at this company -- but when you fuck us over we take your business away from you."

In the ensuing four months since getting fucked out of my comp I had spent that time laying the groundwork to take away all of the company's biggest most choice accounts.  And I was able to do it because a year earlier I had discovered a sleazy little accounting trick the company was pulling that they had been perpetrating for decades and that had cost their clients several million dollars over almost 30 years.  And I kept that knowledge to myself in the event that I needed it and then, when I did need it, I took that information around to all the clients I wanted to walk away with, pitched them, and signed them all up.

And then, after I had commitments from the clients I wanted to take, I went to two friends of mine who owned a top mid-sized asset management company and said to them, "I can bring these properties with me, essentially doubling your portfolio size and quadrupling your billable revenue.  Are you interested?"  And when they said yes I said, "Good!  This is what you'll have to pay me in comp and this is what my year-end bonus going forward is. and this is what the comp on all this new business I'm bringing you is going to be and I'll take the check for the new business I'm walking in the door with right now please."  

And that was that.

Oh, and the properties and clients that I didn't want to take with me?  I sent them all a letter outlining the financial malfeasance I had discovered and within 6 months the company was completely out of business as a third-party asset management firm and within two years was out of business completely.

And that's how much of a vindictive cunt I can be.

SOMETIMES SEXUAL ASSAULT IS JUST PLAIN RAPE

Sooooo, here we are, fast approaching September 8th -- which is the 12th anniversary of my opening Q Nightclub on Seattle's Capitol Hill.  A milestone life event if ever there were one.

But there's also another milestone event that happened that very same weekend as Q's grand opening -- and that event was my kicking my husband of 12 years out of the house and ending our relationship forever.

I'm pretty sure I've never told this story in toto, as it were.  And probably danced around recounting the full events as they unfolded that weekend to one degree or another in order to spare the victim.  But I figure twelve years is long enough and I can use a pseudonym for the victim if need be so, let me set the scene:

It's Friday, September 7th and the day before the official grand opening to the public of the biggest nightclub in Seattle and I've just that night conducted the hugely successful invitation only {pic at left} soft opening for about 500 of my closest friends and family.  One of my ex boyfriends had flown in several days prior in order to attend the weekend's events and to show his support and he was staying with us in one of our guest bedrooms at our house in Bellevue.

At the end of the soft opening, and after conducting an after-action meeting with the staff, at around 3AM the soon to be ex-husband, Richard L. Schmitt, the visiting ex BF, and I headed back to my house in Bellevue to catch a few hours sleep prior to Saturday's BIG EVENT.  At my house, the ex and the soon to be ex and I knocked back an Ambien each and headed to bed.

Now I'm a light sleeper thanks to my years in the Marine Corps and at one point or another I woke up as Richard, the soon to be ex, got up and very very stealthily left the bedroom -- which I found odd.  There was no need for stealth for fear of waking our house guest since there was an ensuite bathroom in the master and also because being concerned for my sleep was never a thing he ever once displayed in the more than a decade we were together.  Anyways.....as soon as I heard him super quietly close the door, I vividly recall thinking, "He's gonna try to go fuck the ex."  Whereupon I started to fall back to sleep again....until, about five minutes after leaving the room, the soon to be ex stealthily (again with the stealth!) returned to bed.

By the next morning I had totally forgotten about the entire episode until I headed out to the patio to sit with the ex and enjoy the weather and some coffee while the soon to be ex was making breakfast for the three of us. Whereupon the ex asked me, "Did you come into the bedroom and try to fuck me last night?"

What the fucking fuck?!?!?  

And then I remembered Richard's stealthy "consideration" for not disturbing my sleep the night before and I was on my feet and ready to kill a motherfucker dead with my bare hands.  Which is when the ex showed why I never should have let him go.  He grabbed my arm and forced me to sit down and said, 

"DO NOT fucking do it, Scott! You've got a ton of shit to do today.  Your family is here from Kentucky.  And you've got over a thousand people coming to see what you've just spent three years and millions of dollars doing.  Be cool and we can figure out what to do after tonight is over.  Please! If not for you, do it for me until I can process what happened."

And totally out of character....I did what he wanted me to do.

And let me just say this about that:  Can you fathom what sort of willpower it takes to know that your husband has just committed the rape of an honored houseguest in your own home and you have to pretend like nothing happened and nothing is wrong while all the while trying to prepare for the grand opening of a multi-million dollar business that same day?  

Or, even more unfathomable -- for an entire 24 hours after being sexually assaulted you have to pretend like nothing is wrong when you're forced to deal with your assailant as a favor to your ex-boyfriend?!?!?!

Like I said; I never should have let him go.

Oh, and can you believe that while the ex and I were pretending that nothing was wrong {all the while I thought my head was gonna spin around like in the Exorcist} while Richard was in the shower I checked the guestroom and found a freshly discarded condom tossed under the bed.  FRESHLY discarded....in a room Richard and I never once had sex in.

At least he follows safe sex protocols when he rapes someone.

Long story short -- the ex and I got through the day and the grand opening that night -- even though both of us had to spend an inordinate amount of the grand opening trying to stay the fuck away from Richard so that I wouldn't massacre him on the spot. During the day, before the event that night, I quietly arranged a suite for the victim/ex at the Sorrento Hotel where I had a corporate account -- because I wasn't about to ask that he stay another night in a house he had been assaulted in. And while Richard was out with friends that afternoon I moved the ex out of my house and into the hotel.

And then, after the grand opening, and after the rapist Richard L. Schmitt and I got home, I snatched him up by the fucking throat and told him he was lucky I didn't kill him right then and there.  I gave him five minutes to collect up some shit and get out or I would kill him.  I told him I'd pack up the rest of his trash the next day and leave it on the lawn but that he was never setting foot in that house again.  And oh, by the way.....the ex and I were going to the police first thing the next morning.  And then I said to him, "And you know why. Because you're a filthy fucking rapist"

And he said yes and nodded his head in faux shame, acknowledging my accusation and what he had done and left the house in tears (crocodile tears -- because he's a fucking sociopath who finally got caught).  And that was the last time I ever saw him -- well, except for that one time about 6 months later when he tried to get into Q and I was out front on the sidewalk and I had him dragged away by my security detail kicking and screaming all the way down the Broadway sidewalk and around the corner to Pike Street -- where he was told in no uncertain terms by my Director of Security, David Price, that if he continued to act up he'd be put in cuffs and the police called.

That threat of arrest seemed to land with him and immediately cooled him off.  And well it should have because flashing back to the morning after I threw him out of the house -- the ex and I did go to the Bellevue Police Department together and filed a sexual assault/rape complaint against Richard L. Schmitt.  And two days after that Bellevue detectives and uniformed Seattle Police officers walked into Richard's place of work at the WPP Group in downtown Seattle and arrested his rapey ass in front of all his co-workers!

Richard took a plea deal almost a year later -- a reduced charge of sexual battery in the third degree or something after claiming that he had no memory of the event due to Ambien overdose! {a variation on the Twinkie Defense made famous by Dan White the assassin who murdered Harvey Milk} -- thus sparing me and the ex the trauma of returning to Washington in order to testify.  

And since it was Richard's second felony....yeah....SECOND felony! He had to do some time in the King County jail and then more time picking up trash on Interstate 5, as well as something like five years probation.  And since he already had two strikes and that Washington is a three-strikes state {and knowing as he surely did the high probability of his recidivism}, as soon as he got the chance he got a job not just outside of the State of Washington, but in Vietnam!

Apparently, he's back in the US of A......in Texas now and working for the University of Texas in some capacity and hopefully not raping anyone else.

And that's the rest of the story!

THIS IS NOT THE ONION

There really is going to be a gala party at Jabba the Fecal Cyst's golf club celebrating and raising money for the traitorous scum of January 6.

These people really have no bottom.