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On 1/27/2018 at 10:49 PM, kjun12 said: He appears to subsist on flattery but despises criticism in any form and his forum actions are clear evidence of this. Perhaps Daddy is really Donald Trump ?

He likes flattery. He hate criticism. But, that does not make him psychologically unfit. I have met him and found him to be an interesting guy but not crazy. I like flattery as well. But, that does not make me unfit.

This could describe any one of us...

Go duck yourself.

Jim, I understand your feeling but I disagree. It was no cheapshot since I just asked a question and stated how I feel. Do you know the man?

Apparently NOT, since you jumped right in there... If we needed a Town Crier, we would send for one !

That might explain the fake reviews? Oops, sorry, The Donald is worried about fake news. He would never promote it.

...and the problem with that?

How dare you say that about me!

Is there anyway you can contribute something of value other than on the Daddy threads you dislike? I know you are smart and intelligent. I'd just like to see it in other places other than every time someone mentions the unmentionable.

Rob you have a knack for putting things so succinctly! :-)

WAR ROOM Donald Rumsfeld’s Snowflake Poetry Is Exactly What America Needs Right Now In newfound verse from 2001, the former defense secretary rages against time, space and indecipherable acronyms. By HART SEELY politico.com January 27, 2018 Be honest: When you heard Donald Rumsfeld had released his “snowflakes,” your first thoughts were that the former defense secretary must have taken hostages at a Brooklyn Starbucks. In fact, George Washington University’s National Security Archive this week released a colossal trove—more than 900 pages—of Rumsfeldian memos from 2001, which were known back then as “snowflakes.” Almost instantly, the Twitter tag #rummysnowflakes whisked us to the days when Rumsfeld was a media sensation, as America prepared to fight two wars with a tax cut tied behind its back. In Pentagon briefings, he regaled the nation with pithy comments about shaved gorillas and chickens in barnyards, and in 2002, he rendered to the world his oratorical masterpiece about “known knowns,” the things that we know we know. “We know there are some things we do not know,” he continued. “But there are also unknown unknowns, the ones we don’t know we don’t know.” A star was born. It formed the basis of Pieces of Intelligence: The Existential Poetry of Donald H. Rumsfeld, my collection of his spoken verses. Like Andy Warhol’s “15 minutes of fame,” Rumsfeld’s “unknown unknowns” will be remembered long after Guantanamo Bay is underwater. But what about these newfound memos, an avalanche of words that until now have languished for 17 years in bureaucratic limbo? Is there poetry in the piles? I have looked, and I am now choosing my words as carefully as possible: It’s as if we found an NPR tote bag owned by Emily Dickinson! People, this is poetry gold! The Snowflake Verses reveal an evolving bard, bursting with creativity—Rumsfeld wrote memos the way Donald Trump downs Diet Cokes—as he faced his personal unknown unknowns. Look closely, and you can see the roots of his future existentialism. CONUNDRUM In thinking through one of the problems between State and Defense, we have to make sure that none of your people at the levels below you folks end up clearing things and then getting it up to you and you not agreeing and then we have to go back and undo the clearance with State and NSC. Sept. 24, 2001, 6:23 p.m. Throughout these verses, Rumsfeld paints himself as a solitary man, seeking to do right in a world gone mad. FEAR OF THE GIFT If I am going to be giving gifts, I have to know what’s in them. I can’t just pass them out. Nov. 5, 2001 (no time stamp) On a daily—sometimes hourly—basis, he battles what we now describe as “deep state” forces that seek to devour him, as depicted in this dark trilogy on the shackles of time. CALENDAR, PART 1 Every day I have to ask for my calendar. I shouldn’t have to do that. Tonight, it is 5:40 p.m. I say to myself, “Gee, “I haven’t seen my calendar.” I need to get it by mid-day, so I can affect it for the period ahead. Please don’t make me ask for it. Nov. 16, 2001, 9:13 a.m. CALENDAR, PART 2 I have a feeling that the things I want to do that we have to drop off the calendar don’t get put back on. For example, I still need a dentist appointment. Nov. 28, 2001,1:21 p.m. CALENDAR, PART 3 We have to stop doing this to me. There is no way I can function if I have the calendar I have. I don’t have a single second to do anything. I cannot make the phone calls I need to make, I cannot debrief after the previous meetings, etc. I have had four meetings today, and all I have is a stack of about three inches of paper that I haven’t dictated off of. It isn’t going to work. Nov. 28, 2001, 1:38 p.m. Often, Rumsfeld wrestles with his own identity, posing unanswerable questions to Torie Clarke, a top aide, and Newt Gingrich, apparently an imaginary muse. WHAT AM I? Please pull together a list of all the things I am automatically a member of because of my role as Secretary of Defense. For example, I understand I am now a member of the Homeland Security Council. Of course, I am also a member of the Cabinet and the National Security Council. Are there other things? Oct. 17, 2001, 7:04 a.m. Occasionally, the poet unleashes a primal cry for help, directed caustically at his captors. MISSION FOR JACOBY I am seeing very little. Everyone in the room is seeing all kinds of videos and pictures and talking about them, and I have no idea what they are talking about. Why don’t you assign Jacoby – that is something useful he could do. Oct. 10, 2001, 12:29 p.m. THE TARDY ONES What do you think about having a rule that if people cannot get to a meeting on time, they shouldn’t come? Oct. 19, 2001, 8:21 a.m. A MODEST PLAN TO SAVE THE WORLD I have been waiting and waiting For a report on what we plan To do for the rest of the world. I have pushed, I have sent memos, And I have begged and pleaded. There must be some kind of an interim report someone can give me. Thanks. Oct. 23, 2001, 9:08 a.m. Most of all, these snowflakes touch upon the loneliness of being the secretary of defense. A PLEA TO ANYONE WHO FINDS THIS NOTE I don’t want them to use initials that I don’t understand. I don’t want them to use acronyms I don’t understand, and I want them to date everything! I have to ask questions about every third piece of paper I receive. There is no reason for that. June 9, 2001, (no time stamp) I DO NOT KNOW THESE PEOPLE Please tell people to stop using only their titles and start using their names in addition to the titles on correspondence. Here is a memo. I don’t know who these people are. Nov. 12, 2001, 5:03 p.m. COLD, TIRED HAND Here is the Congressional report on foreign military training. I started signing everything, And I got tired. You can have somebody sign the rest of them with the machine. March 10, 2001, 4:24 p.m. The poems are not always so depressing. At one point, a playful Rumsfeld changes pace with a Seussian rhyme. CHU TO YOU! Visit with David Chu, And tell me what you two THINK WE OUGHT TO DO! Thanks! May 29, 2001, 8:52 a.m. Sadly, the documents do not include Rumsfeld’s response to Pieces of Intelligence after the book came out in 2003. I know he was aware of it: I sent him an autographed copy. He sent back a tersely worded letter and a check for $14.95, the book’s retail value. Hopefully, in some future document dump, we will find that the book inspired a poem. For now, I must wait for the gristmills to grind. THE THINGS THAT COULD HAPPEN We ought to think through what are the bad things that could happen, and what are the good things that could happen that we need to be ready for. Nov. 23, 2001 (no time stamp) Hart Seely has compiled three books of spoken poems: O Holy Cow: The Selected Verse of Phil Rizzuto, Pieces of Intelligence: The Existential Poetry of Donald H. Rumsfeld, and Bard of the Deal: The Poetry of Donald Trump. You can find him on Twitter at @Seelysays, or at his New York Yankees fan blog, IT IS HIGH! IT IS FAR! IT IS caught. https://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2018/01/27/donald-rumsfelds-snowflake-poetry-is-exactly-what-america-needs-right-now-216534

She is (and has ever been, in the most deliciously, drily, cutting of ways) the Mistress of the House in that regard.