This isn’t my usual sort of post. Spoiler alert: this isn’t about sex. It’s about America and the way I see things happening. William Randolph Hearst and other newspaper publishers learned that the secret of success is to appeal to the emotions of the reader. Talk radio personalities like Rush Limbaugh carry on this seedy tradition. All you have to do is pick issues that trigger emotions. A typical one is “immigration”. Paint a picture of waves of dirty, uneducated, criminal foreigners washing over our shores and stealing our jobs. This image will rile up the bile of people that don’t like to think for themselves.

Traditionally, politicians sort of follow this pattern. They tend to be a little more careful about issues they pick. If they want to be elected, they want to appeal to the most voters. Donald Trump, former reality TV personality, decided to run for president using this yellow journalistic approach. His advisers sensed that a lot of middle-class Americans felt disenfranchised by the intellectual elite. Heaven only knows why people would feel that George W. Bush was an intellectual. Anyway, Trump ran on a platform of knee-jerk issues.

He wouldn’t have been elected if the Democratic Party didn’t foolishly select the one candidate guaranteed to alienate an even bigger swath of voters than Trump appealed to. Maybe it was the high after successfully putting the first African-American president into office. I don’t know. It could have been Hillary cashing in on her husband’s substantial Democratic Party political capital.

She ran on a platform that was both reasonable and humanitarian. It carried on the tradition of Obama and her husband. I believe that any other candidate would have won with that platform. That’s water under the bridge. My point is that Donald Trump managed to actually win the election. He did it by appealing to the Archie Bunker in many white, male, high school-educated voters.

the wall of shame

He wanted to build a wall between Mexico and the United States. Talk about a simple solution to a complex problem. He wanted to end Obama Care because red-blooded Americans don’t want to be forced into having health insurance. He had a bunch of other similar issues. He had some that weren’t so widely publicized. He wanted to lower the capital gains tax and eliminate the death tax. He also promised to reduce income taxes for people earning more than half a million a year. Of course, these people constitute less than 2% of the voters, but they represented a lot of money for his campaign.

He is easily the most venal American president in history. All those campaign promises were bad enough. Working tirelessly to make them come true guaranteed that the American people would be sharply divided. Even the worst of presidents had sufficient moral fiber to recognize that their job was to unite the people and build the country. Not Donald Trump. When asked about how he felt about the Black Lives Matter demonstrations, he said, “They aren’t my voters.”

Nixon visited China, he went to North Korea

He also admires and actively woos Russian president Vladimir Putin. In fact, Putin actively supported his campaign. When confronted with the fact that Russia was paying bounties to Taliban fighters for killing Americans, Trump claimed he never heard about it. US intelligence officials pointed out that it was in his briefing as early as January. He also admires the presidents of North Korea and China. He admires dictators.

The most incredible thing to me is that he can’t help but lie. He lies about big things and very little things as well. His most recent lie was that under Pres. Obama the American lobster industry was floundering (yeah, I know, couldn’t resist). He tweeted that thanks to him, the industry is booming. It’s been booming for years and has nothing whatsoever to do with him. He also lied about the size of the crowd at his inauguration. He claimed it was hundreds of thousands larger than it actually was. This is particularly dumb since the event was televised and everyone could see how many people were there.

Trump isn’t the first venal and corrupt president. Richard Nixon famously had his men break into the Watergate Hotel to raid the Democratic Party headquarters there. He then proceeded to lie about it. He got caught and eventually resigned. History isn’t going to think that Nixon was such a bad president, after all. He may have been venal and corrupt, but he also worked very hard to advance America. He opened up China for Americans and ended the Vietnam War. In fact, his foreign policy is considered excellent.

Missing Richard Nixon

Nixon cared about America. Trump doesn’t. He only cares about himself. He’s been counting 2020 votes since he was elected in 2016. It’s been his top priority. Endless articles have been published in the New York Times, the New Yorker, and other publications about the frighteningly bad job he’s doing. More and more Americans are noticing. At the end of June, the number of Americans believing he is doing a good job fell below 40%. No president in recent history has been elected who’s fallen below 40% in June of an election year. Polls show him behind in every swing state he won in 2016.

I know that a lot of people believe that unless he’s reelected the Democrats will erase what they perceive as his gains. Trump spends a lot of his time vilifying Democrats. The truth is that only the most right-wing Republicans can stomach his perspective. The others have fallen into line because his team has threatened them and their ability to be reelected. With his current falling popularity, these more moderate Republicans will be free to move away from him.

The reason I decided to write this post is that it’s important to separate the man from the issues. For example, I am pretty conservative when it comes to immigration. I think we have to tighten up our borders and be more restrictive about who we let in. I also think we have to find a way to assimilate the illegal aliens that have been with us for years and years. I don’t know the answer, but I’m very sure it isn’t building a wall. By the way, the wall hasn’t done any good at all. More people are coming across our borders illegally from the south than ever before. Obama was just as conservative when it came to illegal aliens as the current administration. You don’t need Trump to be hard on illegal immigration.

The world’s view of the United States is embarrassing. The blustering, ignorant, lying leader has embarrassed himself and our country throughout Europe, Asia, South America, and Africa. He has insulted NATO. He has pulled out of some of the most important treaties other presidents fought to pass. He has worked to legitimize North Korea. That’s purely insane. During the Vietnam War, when the world’s view of America was dim because of our unjustified involvement there, a lot of American youth traveling to Europe would tell people they were from Canada. It was too embarrassing to admit to being a citizen of a country acting so insanely. If I were to travel abroad, assuming Europe would let us in again, I would also tell people I’m from Canada. Well, maybe not Canada, its government isn’t all that wonderful right now. Maybe I’ll just stay home.

I’m writing this post on July 4. I’ve been thinking a lot about this subject for some time. All of the positions that the Republicans have taken aren’t horrible. Some make a lot of sense. Similarly, the Democrats sometimes go overboard and other times come up with good stuff. The upcoming election is not about issues. Issues are largely worked out in Congress. That’s the place where party affiliation has the most value. The President of the United States is responsible for keeping the country moving on an even keel. Every single citizen should feel he is their advocate. I don’t have an advocate in the White House. I’m not one of his voters.

Neither of us was in the mood last night. I’ve been very tired. Lion must be too because he’s been snoozing a lot. A trip to the doctor helped wipe him out. I’ve also been dealing with sinus issues. Enough about our whining, the sun is out and it’s a long weekend.

My new rug…um..Lion beater.

I surprised Lion with a new toy yesterday. I didn’t tell him it was coming. The first he knew about it was when I demonstrated it by whomping the bed. I don’t know how I got the idea of a rug beater. I’ve never read anything about them being used on people. I’ve never read much about them at all. It was like a lightbulb went on and I started looking on Amazon.

It’s a little large for Lion’s butt.

One of the first ones I saw had a review that said it wasn’t used for its intended purpose but it was very sturdy. I think that’s the first inkling I got that I was on the right track. Someone else had the same idea I did. And that was a good sign that this particular rug beater could handle Lion’s butt. There were others, of course, but they seemed too long. As it was, I didn’t really have a good concept of how big the head was. It might have said, but I didn’t read it. It definitely won’t be useful to do the actual punishment. I figure it will work as the final few whacks across both cheeks. Maybe it will leave a lasting mark. Maybe it won’t. Maybe just the idea of it making a mark is enough.

I’m just proud of myself for thinking about repurposing something like that. I don’t think Lion ever thought about it. [Lion — Nope, I didn’t] Clearly, other people have. I know I’ve come up with a few of our toys, but nothing this far out of left field. Lion is a little worried. He’s been whacked with rattan canes, but never a rug beater. And to think, he narrowly escaped punishment this morning when he got up before I did and put the coffee pot together. I guess he didn’t want to test out the rug beater this soon. But, as he said, he has plenty of time to get in trouble some other way.

Poor Lion.

Happy Independence Day!

Thursday night Mrs. Lion went a bit too far with her oral teasing and I had a ruined orgasm. I can’t complain. My last one was in June 2019. Not bad. Neither of us enjoys them, but they are a natural consequence of edging.

Before the sexual portion of the program, I picked from the Box O’Fun. I got “coconut oil handjob”. I asked Mrs. Lion if I could pick a different card. It’s not that I don’t like the feeling of that viscous oil lubing my penis while Mrs. Lion expertly jerks me off, I just wasn’t in the mood.

If she refused to let me pick again, that would have been fine. However, she generously agreed to let me try again. I should have stayed with the coconut oil. My second pick was the dreaded dollhouse clothespins. She laughed. I didn’t.

Mrs. Lion got them out. She teased me until I was fully erect, then she began putting them on the head of my cock. She put on four: one at twelve-o’clock, three-o’clock, six-o’clock, and nine-o’clock. (Picture of the four little clothespins on the head of my penis).

This is the most uncomfortable activity in the Box O’Fun. My previous record was two on the head. I don’t know why but the four on Thursday night weren’t as painful as I remember. I suppose that means Mrs. Lion can put more on next time. At one time we discussed seeing if I could learn to handle a ring of them all the way around the head of my cock.

One of the particularly unpleasant aspects of this particular play is that while it is painful to feel them digging into me, it hurts a lot more when they come off. It’s the sort of diabolical BDSM activity that Mrs. Lion likes.

She enjoys arguing that if I really didn’t like those little clothespins on the head of my penis, I wouldn’t stay hard while they were on. She generally “forgets” to mention that she is busy masturbating me the entire time they are riding on me. I suppose that if I really hated the experience, she couldn’t keep me erect.

Once more my penis betrays me.

Lion gave an unexpected response when he chose “coconut oil handjob” from the Box O’Fun. He didn’t want to do it.

Lion.

The horny boy who loves coconut oil hand jobs didn’t want a coconut oil hand job. So I allowed him to choose again. There’s no sense making him do something he doesn’t want to do, especially if it’s a nice thing. His second choice was tiny clothespins.

Oops. Is it too late for a coconut oil hand job?

The last time I used the tiny clothespins on him, I didn’t put them around the head of his penis. I put them on his scrotum. I don’t know why. Part of me probably wanted to give him a break. Another part of me probably wanted to see how much they’d hurt somewhere else. This time around, I put them on the head. I think the record was three at once. I started with two. I’d grabbed five out of the bag. One was pink and the rest were blue. Sometimes I tease him that a girly pink clothespin is causing the powerful Lion so much pain. Last night was the manly, blue clothespins’ turn.

Once I had two on him, I decided he could manage more. I wasn’t going to do all five, but maybe he could handle four. I spaced them all out. Now the record is four tiny, nasty clothespins on the head of his penis. I’m sure Lion thinks the best part of enduring them is that he’s done with tiny clothespins for now. In a few nights, he’s gone through Icy Hot and tiny clothespins. The rest of the way through the Box O’Fun should be easy.

When I was done with the clothespins, I had Lion lay across the bed again. He was pretty horny and I wanted to take advantage of that. I teased him with my tongue and then edged him. I got it in my head that I should keep him on the edge as much as possible. I didn’t want to give him a chance to get soft at all. Unfortunately, this never works out well. I tell myself to be careful. I tell myself that the next time might be too far. I don’t listen.

It’s probably silly to say that we don’t know if it was a ruined orgasm. It seemed like one at first. Then Lion said he didn’t think it was. And then he said he did think it was. [Lion — I’m sure it was. I dripped for ages afterward.] I guess the only way to know for sure is if he isn’t interested tonight. I wish there was a way to stop him in his tracks when I’m stupid and go too far. Maybe I can pinch him somewhere, or slap him. The sudden pain might snap him out of it. Somehow I doubt it. One the mechanism has started, there’s probably no way to stop it.

So, here we are, the beginning of a three day weekend and Lion might not be horny for it. It’s all my fault. If it was a ruined orgasm, I’m hoping we can salvage things by Sunday or Monday.