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Funny Shit!

Fuzzy but funny.

Rockin' Robin..

..tangential to the theme of this Paul Mirengoff's post above, I posit that there is the phenomenon of hearing and not being unable to "unhear" bad songs, musical numbers, instrumentals, etc. Several loom large in my throbbing brain:

(1) Rocking Robin, that I so desperately despise, I began wondering when the last time I would hear it in my lifetime would be. Then, with old age and the persistence of the song as an "moldy oldy", I realized that this sentiment might be "unthought" as would be in my last days in a hospital or hospice care facility being tended to by a comely but rude, gum-snapping millennial (or whatever they would be in those days) who would have that as a her favorite tune.) I would fade into eternity with that song marking my departure, tinkling in my ears.

(2) Shotgun by Junior Walker and the All Stars. I despised that tune in the Spring of '65 when I was a freshman at UCLA. Our fraternity cook -- a large colored lady from Watts named Florida Taylor (who later turned out to be a Reagan Republican) played that constantly much to my dismay at first. But while serving kitchen duty as a pledge, her inner-city patois, sheer joy of life, and the incessant playing of that over KHJ-AM, the rock hits outlet in L.A., I started to like it until now it is a fond reminder of my carefree, beer-bust-attending misspent youth!



(3) Same for Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees, Like many, I despised Disco with a blind rage until, by sheer repetition and the Airplane! playing of a co-famous disco song of theirs in the Drambuie bar scene, I relented.



(4) What's New, Pussycat? by Tom Jones. Love the story about the two Gen X-ers who went into a diner and slammed a bag of quarters into the jukebox and lined up seemingly endless reps of this smarmy beaut. They punctuated it with one of Jones' other treacly hits only to return to the original song..

..until the manager came out of the kitchen and jerked the power cord from the jukebox -- to a standing "O" from the patrons.

Well, there's 10 minutes of your life you'll never get back!

Nadler Eructs on Eve of Trial

It seems that we are all teed up and ready to go for Tuesday's "Peach 45 Shit Show Part Deux -- The Trial" and our old bud, Jerry "Cold Cut Combo" Nadler is speciously out-gassing about how Trump was a Blue Meanie to all of us.

Democrat Rep. Jerry Nadler is still actively pushing the debunked Russia collusion hoax to try to justify the Democrats' impeachment.

But making baseless accusations to justify sham investigations has never been a problem for Pelosi, Schiff, and Nadler. pic.twitter.com/3Roq6AYsQ8

— Tommy Pigott (@TCPigott) January 19, 2020

We dutifully roll our eyes and click our tongues but, you see, here's the deal: he is one of the "House Managers" in the upcoming impeachment trial. This presumably means that this asshole along with six other assholes and asshole-ettes will be standing up in the well of the Senate, exuding verbal diarrhea like this.

Now, before the cynics here start the boos and catcalls, while all most the dems will absorb this aural Hershey Squirting and nod placidly, MOST of the [R]s will not. (I'm looking at you, Willard and Murky-kowski!)

Any way you slice it, the vote totals run far short of 67 to convict. Those wanting a quick dismissal should abuse themselves of this fact: the quicker this is dealt with, the more the Dems can make the case that "the Republicans are in this with Trump and Ruskies", etc.

You WANT all this crap to come out -- with the Senate giving every evidence of a fair and impartial hearing -- because the Dem diarrhea will turn off the American public like it did during the House phase. The three-corner bank shot in the deal is that the longer they are allowed to carry on, the more Warren and Sanders have to sit with their assholes Super Glued™ to their seats and unable to campaign.

Added into the bargain is the fact that "Hoover" Hunter and "Sloe Joe" Biden will be called on as witnesses UNDER OATH to spill their guts as well.

Thus all major POTUS candidates are stained and tainted -- except for Homeaux Boi, Ying Yang, Klou-Boo-Char, Tulsi the Grabber, and the other minor luminaries -- including the ex-Midget New York City Mayor.

So, have another sammich, Jerry, you look famished.

I am becoming moist!

Florida Congressman Mast: Put up or shut up!

Florida Republican Rep. Brian Mast (R-Florida 18) is calling out Democrat “cowards” for their reaction to the killing of Iranian terror-master Qasem Soleimani.

Last week on the House floor, Mast discussed the Democrats resolution that argued that the president didn't have the authority to order the missile strike taking out Soleimani and another top terrorist in Iraq. Mast said about Soleimani:

He was a terrorist....He was the head of a designated terrorist organization no different than ISIS or Al-Qaeda. And he was responsible for the deaths of our men and women.I know most in here haven't seen or smelled or touched that kind of death, but let me tell you about it. They were burned alive inside their Humvees. Their lungs were scorched by the flames of the explosions. The vehicle fragments were blown into their skulls. Some of them were paralyzed. Some of them had their arms blown off. Some of them had their legs blown off. Some of them will never see again. Some of them will never be recognized again by those who knew them previously. Each and every one of them – they are the credible explanation for deleting this terrorist target from our world. And, no doubt, it is dangerous to take out a terrorist target, but a coward is somebody who lacks the courage to endure danger.And this is the fundamental difference in voting yes or no here. If you vote no you understand that we would be justified to kill 100 Soleimanis for just one of our heroes, that have been killed by him. And the danger would be worth it. For those who vote yes, they see that he has killed hundreds of our service members but still can no find the justification to kill him because, unlike our fallen heroes, they lack the courage to endure danger".

Not sitting on his laurels, Congressman Mast lit the Dem assholes up again for their mourning over the drone rocket enema Trump ordered on the Iranian goat-humping general last week.

Wounded vet Rep. Brian Mast (R-FL) asked Democrats to name a single name on the nearby wall of fallen soldiers that doesn't justify killing Iran's terrorist chief Qasem Soleimani.

He then made them sit in the shame of their own silence for minutes. 🔥🇺🇸 pic.twitter.com/pNU2olPneY

— The First (@TheFirstonTV) January 14, 2020

Interlude..and aftermath..

Now that it appears that Donald Trump has neutered the Iranian regime by turning their heart throb terrorist general into charred pot roast in the VIP lounge of the Baghdad airport and the wailing and gnashing of teeth, frivolous and fruitless Iranian rocket strikes, Hollywood tweets of sorrow and support for Iran, and like-typed crapola have evaporated in the mists of time, we are left with the fading echoes of yet another opportunity lost by the left to score points.

NOT Soleimani

Sometime in the final seconds of this one-sided bloodbath, a sawdust-headed Arab member of the CNN commentariat with a phony Oxford English accent attempts to do battle with a State Department info babe with disastrous results. CNN Cunt puts in up from half court and..

..air ball!

[We join the interview in progress..]

STATE SPOKESBABE: [Truth, refutation, devaluation of CNN cunt's specious assertions, etc.]

CNN ARAB CUNT WITH PHONY OXFORD ACCENT: ..but..but..but..hang on..[sputter]

STATE SPOKESBABE: [More truth, refutation, devaluation of CNN cunt's specious assertions]

CNN ARAB CUNT WITH PHONY OXFORD ACCENT: [More] ..but..but..but..hang on..[sputter]

STATE SPOKESBABE: [Yet even more truth, refutation, devaluation of CNN cunt's specious assertions]

CNN ARAB CUNT WITH PHONY OXFORD ACCENT: [10 seconds of frustrated silence] ..well we'll leave it there.

*fade to black*

To Adam Schiff and all the butt -hurt..

..who were not "consulted" on the Soleimani hit:

Not a New Year's Resolution..

..I am given to understand that this was NOT a New Year's resolution on his part!

I love the smell of butthurt in the morning..

The cackle by Karli (the tweeter) is absolutely precious!

Omgawd look at the meltdown! Lost my Schiff!😂🤣🤣🤣 pic.twitter.com/x03ptaVjWw

— Karli ⭐️⭐️⭐️ - Text TRUMP to 88022 (@KarluskaP) January 3, 2020

"..in a way that was quieter; perhaps that was more discreet.."

That's the point, f**kface, let 'em know you're there to chew bubble gum and kick ass..

..and you're all out of bubblegum!

2020 Predictions (Preliminary)

Here's what I think (not that anyone should give a shit):

(1) The cow feces is piling up around Biden and his wretched, coke-snorting, embezzling, pole-dancer-impregnating son.

(2) The impeachment articles will *finally* be handed over to the Senate by that 80-year-old weeping vaginal pustule Speaker of the House before the SOTU.

(3) Trump and Ninja McTurtle are going to have only a minimalist impeachment trial and Trump will be acquitted with all (R) Senators voting down except two -- Willard Dickwipe Delecto and Mularkey-Kowski -- and all (D) Senators voting up except two -- the creepy RNO wannabe from WV and pick-em.

(4) The Iowa primary will go to Homo Erectus. The NH primary will go to Bernie Burned Buns with Homo Erectus coming in in from behind (of course). The SC primary will be a darkie landslide for Jurassic Joe as will Super Dooper Tuesday because the "sane Dems" will want to flush Chief-ette Shitting Bull and The Sand Man.

(5) Once it is established Plugs is firmly in the driver's seat, Trump will then unleash the Hammer of Thor on him and Hoover Hunter and all the dammed up fecal matter will flow like the Mighty Mississip' during the Spring floods.

(6) The DNC convention will be a shitshow in Philly and -- flash! -- Hillary will step in to save the day.

(7) Sometime around November, Diq-Us will get its shit together and we will see all of our back comments and find out who has been dumping on us for the past eight months.

..my 8-Ball gets hazy after that. You're on your own. Happy f**king New Year! Sorry for all the scatological references.

Time to vote..

..for the most irritating person of 2019.

Per a recent entry over at The American Thinker, Dennis Lund proffers the idea of selecting a person who has grated the most this past year. While he offers a number of the usual suspects, there is an interesting twist as to the most irritating person in 2019.

There are so many juicy suggestions, I would not know whom to pick. I offer this, instead. Perhaps, an Annoying Liberals Hall of Fame and have all of the inductees be the aforementioned for 2019. Perhaps a vote a la the Baseball or NFL* HOFs? I would suggest pre-stocking the HOF with the obligatory candidates from the last four years: Hillbags, Comey, Brennan, Clapper, et al.

Of course there would be an obligatory Media wing of the HOF to include the entire commentariat of CNN led by "Bullethead" Brian Stelter and including MSNBC's Moaning Joke Scarborough and his irritating spouse. Of course, it would include (up)Chuck Todd and the like. (I daren't omit The MadCow.)

And there might even be a third wing for sports figures pre-inhabited by Colon Krapperknickers and the foul-mouthed, blue-haired, Trump-hating small-breasted captain of the USA women's soccer team.

The mind reels at the possibilities for this pantheon of the pathetic; a veritable cottage industry.

You can't go home again..

When I was a lad, my family moved from Alexandria, Virginia (my dad was in the USAF stationed at the Pentagon) to Southern California (my dad went to work for Lockheed), and thence to Portola Valley on the peninsula below San Francisco (my dad went to work in the Northern branch of Kelly Johnson's "Skunk works") and it was there -- during my formative years -- I grew through adolescence and high school graduation in 1964. Consequently, I had a reverence and a love for San Francisco as we would often go into "the city" and enjoy what it had to offer. To be sure, I became a Giants fan when they moved out from New York in '58 and also a fan of the then-hapless 49ers.

But over the past six years, a great disaffection has set in. No longer is San Francisco a desirable place to visit and, while it only come to earn its new name -- San Franfescesco -- the signs of erosion began appearing to me on visits much earlier.

To be sure, there weren't the needles and turd piles of current note but I felt it was a high-priced tourist trap rip-off where restaurants over-crowded, over-charged and under-delivered. There was a vibrant population of Haight-Ashbury druggies and hippie scum who never got the message that The Dead were dying off and that the Summer of Love had turned into a grey Winter of Discontent.

Signs on bulletin boards saying things like "Demonstration in GG Park, Thursday at 12 Noon" had me asking why there was no cause enunciated; that they were only interested in having more or less warm bodies of disaffected souls show up and scream their anger in opposition to..what exactly?

On visits, I would squire those I was showing the sights of the city to on the obligatory endeavors like the cable car rides -- also obscenely over-priced and over-crowded -- where one would wait 45 minutes to board at Fisherman's Wharf to ride to Market Street and wait another 45 minutes for the return ride. All the while on both ends, you would be set upon by beggars and pan handlers of a stridently aggressive nature - sometimes uttering foul, impolite oaths if you refused them. It was almost as though they feel entitled to a portion of your wallet's contents.

But to be sure, these knights of the streets seek to give back to the city as only they know how.

Seems the bloom is off the rose and the only things now sprouting in the streets of San Francisco were turd blossoms. As evidenced by the video above, these don't seem to be confined to the streets alone.

I now have sworn that I will never "go home" again, to never lend my tourist money to the coffers of the city whose politicians mis-apply and mis-spend and mis-administrate. In fact, I am so intent on embargoing the city, I wonder if it is possible to circumnavigate it when traveling to more Northern destinations. I shall consult my maps.

So, in an effort to stem any other tourism to that den of depravity, that congress of corn-holers, herewith is a tweet of possible interest.

🎥BROUGHT TO YOU BY....@SpeakerPelosi & @GavinNewsom pic.twitter.com/9HzLRR1irm

— Dan Scavino (@DanScavino) December 28, 2019

So, party on Tony Bennett. You may have left your heart in San Francisco, but I have left San Francisco..period.

Joyeux Noël..to all..from the USAF..

..except Nancy Pelosi and the Dickrats! Hope she chokes on her dentures!

Senate gets a crack at this..

Fankenfeinstein and the rest made merry while the Republicans got down to business with Horowitz on his report.

This is beyond politics.

It should concern every American. pic.twitter.com/Cg2wZPGcB8

— The White House (@WhiteHouse) December 13, 2019

Sometimes One Needs To Be Serious..Sometimes..

I think Tucker Carlson is sometimes hilarious in his lampooning of the Dem foibles and I think Ben Shapiro is sometimes a whiny little mutt. However, sometimes Carlson goes for the cheap laugh when it is not important and Ben Shapiro provides excellent analysis when it is important.

The Dems unleashed their promised articles of impeachment of Donald Trump and, quite frankly, to me it was like a person laboring after a long period being constipated and -- please forgive me if I intrude on your meal hour --giving birth to those marble-sized turds that come in twos or threes.

In other words, that's the best they got after three plus years of ranting and raving?

So, my bride and I were settling down to our dinner (1700 PST) and turned on Carlson to watch his reportage of these events. Predictably, he started off with his usual aping shtick and his coerced laughter and his usual chants of "Russia! Russia! Russia!" -- which seemed a tad off target.

Not that I would not have laughed and nodded in agreement with Carlson in days past. It's just that I wanted something with a little more substance to it. I wanted an earnest discussion and analysis of the worthiness of these impeachment charges as opposed to schoolboy tittering and buffoonery.

This was because this afternoon, as I was attending to my garage-cleaning duties, I was transfixed by Ben Shapiro's breakdown on the "Nothing-Burgerness" of the Dem impeachment charges and how they are truly dangerous to our nation's existence for both Dems and Republicans.

So, in fairness, maybe I was spoiled by Shapiro's content and could have done without the joking.

Well, it turns out the radio show broadcast over Los Angeles KABC 790 but I discovered it's on YouTube. So, I am posting a link down below if you wish to review what Shapiro had to say. I recommend you spend the time. His arguments will convince you that the Three Stooges (Pelosi, Schiff, and Jerry "Colostomy Bag" Nadler) attempted to cobble together chicken salad out of chicken shit..

..per usual.

Spinning off into oblivion..

I used to be a bicycle racer -- something done to ward off my fear of impending old age -- and I used to be pretty serious: hard training and racing for over ten years, I conservatively estimate I cycled halfway to the moon during that time.* But it was all done outdoors with a concomitant abhorrence of the obligatory Winter indoor training that took up the other half of one's free time.

My principle aversion was the hours that one had to put in on exercycles, those hellish contraptions that anchored a rider to one spot on the face of the earth eliminating the freedom and verve that is bike riding. No wind and usually in a claustrophobic garage or smelly basement or cramped back room back room of a bike shop sponsoring Winter training regimes, where there is almost NOTHING to distract you from the seemingly endless hours you spend. I hated them!

After my racing days came to a close, the bride and I joined a 24-Hour Fitness gym (more properly named 14-Hour Fitness because this unit actually closed from 9 PM until 7 AM some days) and some of my exercise regime involved warming up or cooling down on these God damned exercycles. Gradually, I was coerced by one of those cheerful, chirpy attendants into entering one of those spin classes which turned out to be like being tortured in a disco with concomitant flashing lights, thundering, throbbing music and a legion of millennials who slavishly spun their life away.

It was about as close to the preening, self-adulating culture as I wanted to get and I quit after 15 minutes.

Since then, the concept of Peleton and related product has been stigmatized by memories of that bland, mindless experience. In fact, the whole gym experience is a turn off to me. I remember working in a very posh, fashionable, upscale area and taking mid-morning and mid-afternoon walks past a posh, fashionable, upscale gym with immense picture windows and posh, fashionable, upscale wives from the adjacent posh, fashionable, upscale neighborhood toiling away on these exercycles mindlessly spinning.

The thought occurred to me that if they forsook the gym and spent time at home doing housework they could get the exercise they needed AND save the cost of a gym membership AND save the cost of a maid/housekeeper as well.

But, what the heck, it's their [husband's] money.

The furor over the Peleton ad, therefore, kind of intrigues me. The video below says it all.

In the ensuing blowback to this ad, there are many, many layers which have been peeled away. It has been labeled as anything from off-putting to the usual litany of "sexist", horrific to women, etc. While I concur that it is off-putting, I genuinely feel sorry for this woman -- this couple, in fact -- that their idea of health involves mindlessly spending a year on a mechanical contraption with an internet-connected computer screen bolted on, INSIDE of their house, spinning off into oblivion.

Take a walk, for Christ's sake!

*Showing my work:

(1) The moon is about 250,000 miles from earth.
(2) Assume racing/training/riding for 12 years.
(3) Assume 1,000 per month.

Therefore,

10 x (1,000 x 12) = 120,000 miles or about 50% of the way to the moon.

Harris circles the bowl no more..she's outta here!

..and it looks like this self-absorbed bitch is toast!

NRO published a great column by Charles W. Cooks which expresses joy over her departure. I am just rolling in Schadenfreude.

I both rejoice and breathe a sigh of relief that she's sucked to big green weenie in 2019. Here's hoping that this is the beginning of her descent into ignominy. There's also this kiss-off this video mocking this cunt.

Kamelnoze on the threshold of a big toilet flush..

I despise most of the Democrat candidates running for POTUS and those I do not despise, I am highly suspicious of. (I am looking at you, Major Grabber!) But of these candidates there are two that I am at once terrified of and believe them nothing more than human sewage.

The first is Elizabeth "Chief Shitting Bull" Warren who is a terminally unctuous, condescending, patronizing, inveterate liar. Besides, she probably smells like one of those old ladies who has lived by herself for the last twenty years with about forty-three cats and who smells like moth balls and three day old liver and onions. The faster she folds and drags her beaver back to her wigwam, the happier I shall be.

But the one I truly hope will die and fester in the noonday Mexicali sun is Kamala Harris, A.K.A. "Kamelnoze Hairyass".

Of course, the fact that her campaign is cratering is a source of immense joy for me; she not only deserves it but we avoid the danger of her getting anywhere near the levers of federal executive power.

Adding to campaign woes is the fact that a very senior staffer -- Kelly Mehlenbacher -- has left her campaign to join Bloomberg's staff (as he attempts to buy the Dem nomination) and the staffer has written a steaming resignation letter that outlines the warts of Kamelnoze's campaign. I thought I'd post the resignation letter and show that it alleges how truly incompetent Kamelnoze's campaign really is.

Here goes:

..while the letter is self-explanatory, it sure as shit shows that Harris is an incompetent leader and organizer and doesn't give a flying f**k for her staff or those who work for her. That she wants to lead the most powerful nation in the free world given what's cited by Mehlenbacher is an obscene joke.

In both the letter and other fragments floating to the top of the toilet bowl over the last few months of the campaign shows Harris to be ham-fisted, insensitive, self-centered, and has a serious lack of people and administrative skills and -- in all probability -- should not be U. S. Senator.

She probably should not even be a goddam toilet attendant!

Well..

Impeachment: check your calendars, do the math..

The Schiff Show has been subjected to all kinds of public opinion surverys and while these surveys, polls, and focus groups report results that seem intuitive -- that the show will not play in Peoria -- I believe the real drama is yet to come. This is not referring to the IG or the AG reports/cases, it refers to how the Senate will handle the impeachment trial if and when it is turned lover to them.

By some accounts, the final inquiry report -- the "Schiff Clown Show" report -- will be worked on during the Congressional Thanksgiving recess. The vote on impeachment is said to take place before the end of the year and, if there is a vote to impeach from the House, The Senate will get the matter in the first week of 2020. McTurtle and others say that the actual trial will take six to eight weeks.

Looking at my calendar and consulting the list of Dem candidates, I am forced to conclude that four candidates - Klobuchar, Warren, Sanders, and Booker will be required to spend their time devoted to the trial -- it is, after all, "jury duty" for them -- and they will be effectively constrained from campaigning.

Six weeks will cover the first two primaries and eight weeks may deliver them at the front stoop of Super Tuesday.

In Texas Hold 'Em parlance, not only the flop but the turn as well and even the river..

..as in shit creek without a paddle!

Schiff-for-brains and the impeachment hearings..

..and the fired, butt hurt ambassador to the Ukraine..

The Lying, Flailing, Commie Grandma..

This is one of those irrational laments where I need to get something off my chest.

The more I see Elizabeth Warren, the more I despise her.

It is not a rational hatred. She reminds me of my cousin who lives in Connecticut and always affects that smarmy, condescending, pretentious psuedo-soothing voice wherein she reassures people that things will be perfectly all right -- if only they follow her advice to the letter of the law and without deviation.

Of course, her advice is always supremely fucked up and without merit. Anyone following her are like -- what's that line from Macbeth? -- "fools light their ways to dusty death".

Now, to be perfectly fair, I do not hate my cousin more than I have Elizabeth Warren for, you see, my cousin has no direct control of my life and she cannot fuck it up.

Elizabeth Warren, on the other hand, the grandmother who probably smells like urine locked in an over-soaked Depends™ and mothballs and last night's liver and onions with her monumentally wrong-headed ideas on economics and social justice and "equality or outcome" can fuck up my life -- and yours, and yours over there, and yours up there in Billings, Montanna, and yours out there in Prescott, Arizona and, in fact, all of yours everywhere in this great land of ours.

She can fuck it up for all of us because she's an entitled elitist moron who has never done anything in her life except cheat at getting a big bucks job teaching (sorry, I meant spewing misinformation) to the mush heads attending smug sanctuary that specializes in brainwashing, Harvard University.

But I hate Elizabeth Warren because she is such an abject phony. (And this is where I get really, really illogical.) Like all of the people who lament Trump being elected: I lament the prospect of this cunt making it to the White House for any other reason than her being hired as a toilet attendant.

SO, as she continues to rant and rail and flail, I expect to overcome my rational dislike of her and post more here about her implausible economics and hair-brained theories and proposals.

Mean time, let's just let the cranky old bitch flail.

Tom Clancy Updated..

Our world sure has changed since the 1980s and much of it is regrettable. As an old codger yearning for a simpler time, I have been watching some talks given by the late Tom Clancy and have found them at once entertaining and sad. The sadness comes from the nostalgia one feels for the time some forty years ago when we had everything all figured out, the politicians in Washington were just doddering, cumbersome oafs who passed laws that put obstacles in our pat, crimped our wealth, or otherwise were -- by comparison -- annoyances.

They were served by bureaucrats who insisted on perpetuating themselves in their job, enlarging their petty fiefdoms and that was about it. Similarly, the secret initialed agencies were dedicated -- more or less -- to preserving the safety of this country, the sanctity of the Constitution, and guarding the privacy of [most of] its citizens.

And, of course, our military was rebuilding itself from the nightmare downsizing by an administration run by a former Navy nuke sub driver who had not clue one how to run the country.

It was about this time that this insurance guy from Maryland decided to get into the writing business about all of the above with an emphasis on the clandestine and evil in the world and the "good guys" who spent their careers and their lives fighting it.

Tom Clancy's talk here is from 1986 made just after his Hunt For Red October became a screaming success and he had published the follow-on Red Storm Rising. He gave one of his usual entertaining presentations to the NSA (the guys who would eventually snoop on all of us) about how he wrote and where he got his information (from a $9.95 computer game manual and reading stuff in the Washington Post) and how he was branching out to write about the incipient terrorist threat in Ireland.

Some things in the talk are prescient but he was certainly no 20th century Nostradamus. It does make one wonder, however, had he not passed away in 2013, what he would have to say about today's world.

Enjoy. I will post more.

Clearing the air on a couple of news broads..

Before the Project Veritas video of the Amy Rohach tear fest fades from memory, I wanted to clarify something for you folks. This is Sharyl Attkisson:

She is -- according to Wiki and my ken -- a superior, non-partisan reporter not afraid to put her ass on the line for a story. "Attkisson resigned from CBS News on March 10, 2014, after 21 years with the network. She later wrote the book Stonewalled, in which she alleged that CBS News failed to give sufficient coverage of Obama controversies, such as the 2012 Benghazi attack."

This is NOT Sharyl Attkisson. This is Amy Robach:

She is a smarmy, fluffy news reporter and daily show host for ABC. She is now all pouty because she could not report her Jefferey Epstein story. Poor Amy Robach. But she did not resign and take her story public, she sat there and frumped. You want to know more, read Chadwick Moore's column on her in Spectator U.S.A.* Here is an excerpt:

After Robach acquiesced to having her bombshell report killed, her career advanced within the network. In 2018 she became co-anchor of the prestigious 20/20 news magazine on ABC. In 2019, after admitting on the hot mic she believed the Clintons and the British royal family were both involved in Epstein’s pedo-ring, Robach did an excellent job of not appearing reluctant when she gave both families glowing media coverage on ABC News.

In May, she spent several days in Windsor, England, filing daily fluff pieces for Good Morning America about the anticipation of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s first child. All the while, underneath this saccharine spectacle of morning news garbage, by her own admission she knew this family was protecting Prince Andrew. If she had any moral quandary, given what she knew, about providing free PR to the royal family, she certainly didn’t show it. Robach was bubbly, dutiful, and all smiles. She then gave an equally fawning interview to Hillary Clinton and Chelsea Clinton to promote their new book.

The Book of Gutsy Women: Favorite Stories of Courage and Resilience, helping to enrich a family whose patriarch, she believed, was raping trafficked girls. Although few can deny Hillary Clinton is ‘gutsy’ — murdering Epstein being only the latest example (kidding!) — did the irony strike Robach, as she sat across from the Clintons discussing courageous women? Did she think about the victims she interviewed just three years earlier, and how many more there might be, as she put on a smile and helped Bill’s biggest enabler, Hillary, sell books?

So, basically, Amy is a gutless wimp content to do feel-good fluff on high-profile, powerful folks who are linked to one of the biggest pedos of the day with no ethical or moral backbone.

Clear on this, are we?

..I thought not.

*Because it's behind the pay wall at Spectator U.S.A., you wil only get one crack at it to read. Suggest you print it out and read at your leisure.

Looks like Bakersfield..

Mars rover does a 360 of the surface..

Wow: A panoramic view of Mars, captured by NASA’s Curiosity. Very cool.https://t.co/iZ9tFAIL0L pic.twitter.com/5wM93hVjUX

— Steve Stewart-Williams (@SteveStuWill) November 9, 2019

"I Carry a gun.."

..no talk. Watch the goddam video!

The Coming Warren Wagon Train Massacre

Why does one increasingly think that Elizabeth "Chief Shitting Bull" Warren has that "old grandmother smell" about her. A friend of mine characterized it as the distilled aroma of urine-soaked Depends™ and moth balls. She is now being touted as the leader as Biden -- the Bidens, in fact -- are becoming mired in Ukrainian and Chinese stink and Bernie can only do one rally per day unless he wants to televise additional ones from a cardiac unit. Also, Warren's pathetic math skills based on her Medicare For All plan are causing the questions to mount up on the campaign trail against implausible answers. You know, like that bumbling drapes and blinds salesman who shows up for the evening appointment, gives one of those rambling presentations that have you just begging for the bottom line so you can hustle him out of the house and then he tells you that the blinds will cost $36,000 for a house that sells for $250,000 on the going market.

And yesterday, for example, her pathetic "Meme Team" rollout, adds to the perception that she is a profoundly moronic candidate. You know, like Hillary only without the vivacious, sparkling personality!

For example, her razor crack team of razor crack whip smart hip and internet savvy people coined the phrase "Warren's Wagons" as a rejoinder to the "Trump Train". Not only does it evoke stodgy, archaic 19th century images of a decidedly inferior method of conveyance (even in comparison to a train), it conflates her campaign with the famous frontier Warren Wagon Train Raid -- a confrontation between whites and American Indian savages.

We are two full months before the Iowa caucuses and already the wheels appear to be coming off.

Have you submitted your "meme" today? I would but I gotta go grab me a beer! Hoot!

At last! The Diaper Head is un-diapered!

Rare view!

And Jeffrey Epstein did not kill himself pic.twitter.com/6VPx89etgu

— JRinTheUSA 🇺🇸 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸‏🚂 🔴 🐘 🐘 (@JRinPueblo) November 4, 2019

..and how clueless is Kamelnoze?

Check this out, from Charlie Kirk.

This is your daily reminder that this Senator’s state is literally engulfed in flames

And she’s too busy dancing in Iowa to care

🤔 pic.twitter.com/1yoO8PHj5c

— Charlie Kirk (@charliekirk11) November 3, 2019

Given the state of her campaign, this is just redolent with schadenfreude! for example, here she is just after she was hulled below the waterline by Tulsi the Grabber in the first or second Dem debate:

Kamala Harris on Tulsi Gabbard’s comments regarding her record as a prosecutor: “I’m obviously a top tier candidate and so I did expect that I would be on the stage and take hits tonight. ... I'm prepared to move on” #DemDebate pic.twitter.com/kPNYfBs2rB

— CNN Politics (@CNNPolitics) August 1, 2019

Now Stephen Kruiser over at PJM is reeling her in with these delicious observations.

Not much more I can add except a small sigh of relief because -- a ton of months ago -- I thought she would be THE big threat to Donald Trump being from California and a so-called "woman of color" and all that. I mean cshe checked all the boxes: skin, plumbing, etc. But, mercifully, she proved to be tone-deaf and, as many have observed, particularly maladroit at politics.

I sincerely hope that this is the political death knell and that this mean, conniving broad is challenged for her Senate seat next time. I will probably work my ass off for her opponent even if it is Kevin "Ghost Gun" De Leon!

How cluess was Beto?

Oh, I dunno. Take a look for yourself at some cheer sheets discovered in the Des Moines trash..

Also, Tucker's pre-postmortem on this worthless turd's campaign..

So long, loser, suck rocks!