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.
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.
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.
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..
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.
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.
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!
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..
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.
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.
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.
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!
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” #DemDebatepic.twitter.com/kPNYfBs2rB
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!
Anyone interested is welcome to download the Rebecca Carnes YouTube video I posted recently. it's here and on YouTube. Also, if you need the underlying MP4 send me an email.
That sack o' shit soi boi from El Paso has ridden off into the sunset, he's dropped out, he's become an ex-candidate! Certainly took that self-absorbed little trouser snake enough time what with burning though other people's money and showing videos of him at various hygiene appointments (tonsorial and dental) -- like we really gave a shit.
Anyway, It seems that there's a video floating around of a recent visit that this simpering little faery made to Sandy Hook, Connecticut where he was talking about how it was imperative that the government to buy back all our guns and other similar shit. So this lady -- Rebecca Carnes -- gets in his face big time and probably shriveled his manhood up to the size of a pipe cleaner with her invective.
WARNING: Graphic language. This woman was upset with @BetoORourke making a campaign stop in Newtown tonight. We'll have more on the event tonight on the News at 10pm pic.twitter.com/8gP0pw9vE8
By the way, while we are on the subject of that asshole whose testicles never dropped, juts thought youse guys might like to know that -- as of this writing -- you can STILL go over to his campaign site and contribute to his campaign? I had been checking throughout the day and thought maybe it was just an oversight but, after nine hours or so, there's no announcement and the contribute buttons still work. (Although I did not consummate any transactions.)
So this guy could be still sucking in dough from the vapor heads who think he's still running?
Wouldn't put it past the festering pile of pig after birth!
The Dems go ape shit over Trump's tweets and executive orders and his conduct as POTUS in general but ignore how Schiff-for-Brains is running this country over a cliff with with his secret Capitol basement inquisition. John Hinderaker over at Power Line Blog fronts an editorial by Kimberly Stassel and GREAT video at WSJ ju-u-u-s-t in front of the pay wall. I have excerpted as much as possible for historical and archival purposes.
Several years ago -- when I was a working stiff -- a work-mate friend of mine whom I will call "The Good James" turned me on to Kurt Schlicter, a columnist over at Town Hall and whom I have been reading ever since. Mr Schlicter is a lawyer and also a military reservist (a Colonel in the U. S. Army) who has seen duty in a war zone -- the first desert war, I believe -- and has basically walked the walk.
And he writes well. He has written several books, among them a dystopian trilogy -- Indian Country, People's Republic, and Wildfire -- of how the United States is rent asunder because the growing political differences divide this country along roughly the same lines as the 2016 county voting map where Blue ends up being coastal and communist while the Red flyover country retains the same principles embodied in the Constitution.
He is no Tom Clancy and the writing is a little ragged but it is entertaining especially for those of us wishing to live out our 'smash anti-fa' fantasies. However, his columns are top-notch and eminently readable. The latest is an example; I am excerpting the entire column because I use this blog as a sort of storage place for items I wish to use in comments elsewhere and, well, it's so damned quotable on the subject of that insufferable dish rag who wilted against The Magic Kneegrow in 2012.
*spit*
Herewith is a perfect recapitulation of my feelings towards that Mormon Trouser Snake, Willard Romney.
I want my vote back, Mitt. Give me back my vote.
In 2012, I voted for this insufferable establishment icon, this inept goof who the Democrats wish every Republican would emulate. Some nights, I wake up sweating and screaming when I relive it in my nightmares. I should have taken my ballot, lit it on fire and flushed it down the Schiffhole.
But Romney does serve a purpose, as hard as that is to see through his pathetic antics. His perpetual groveling for approval – including, hilariously, from Donald Trump himself who just broke him right in front of our eyes over the Secretary of State gig – is so shameful and cringe-iliciously embarrassing that it obscures the vital role this shiny doofus can play for conservatism.
He’s a perfect conservative cautionary example.
This is Mitt.
Mitt’s a loser.
Don’t be like Mitt.
Let’s review the storied resume of Willard “Mitt” Romney as a way to understand exactly why he is political strychnine to the conservative movement. If a council of learned scholars sought to create the most utterly hateable, totally unrelatable caricature of what a Republican is, their final product would be this Jeb!-like golem.
Mitt started off the son of a rich guy, which is fine, but he did not go to Vietnam because he was in France on a mission for the Mormon church. His being a Mormon is literally the only good thing about him. His being healthy and not going to ‘Nam, even as today he talks a big game about staying in Syria forever because…well, because it would never occur to Mitt to take a position the folks at the country club don’t share, is a bad look.
I sort of hate the whole “chickenhawk” thing. Every citizen has a right to opine on the question of war and peace, DD 214 or no. There are lots of good reasons people have for not serving, and my own service was pretty much just showing up, but it’s super hard to take our ruling caste – of which Mitt is a charter member – writing checks that get cashed in our kids’ blood when they have no kin in the game. That’s especially true when out of Mitt’s 47 spawn, we will never see his sons Tagg, Tugg, Zippy, Miff, Mork, Dingus, Tugg II, or Spork rucking-up to head over to Northern Syria to fight Turkey over this esoteric border dispute.
The same day he was on the Senate floor fronting about “honor” and “betrayal” there was a civil war breaking out in Mexico, yet Mitt couldn’t spare a second to fight to secure our own border. Every year, our open border literally kills thousands of Americans, via criminals and fentanyl. That’s what we’re interested in, not refereeing between tribes on the other side of the globe. But the folks who really matter to Mitt, his fat cat elite pals, decreed that we just have to accept the open borders butcher’s bill because they need the serf labor and new voters, so Mitt’s right there championing the Kurds instead of you and your family.
I oppose Turkey and generally like the Kurds, but I like Americans better, and so should our Republican politicians.
Beyond his class solidarity, Mitt’s loyalty is to Mitt and the glory that he believes should come from his blazing Mittness. He started in Michigan, then was governor in Massachusetts, then ran for president, then thought about running for Senate from New Hampshire, then moved to rich guy central in La Jolla, then ran for Senate in Utah. He’s the establishment equivalent of the cheesy strippers who you see on Southwest flights from LAX to Vegas every Friday night, with little carry-bags for their g-strings. Except they have the self-respect that comes with knowing they didn’t earn their dollars shipping American jobs to Szechuan.
His political loyalty is similarly tightly focused through the lens of Mitt. This is the guy who imposed the precursor of Obamacare on Massachusetts, which, in fairness, deserved it. He pretended to be conservative when he was trying to get us to elect him president and now, when we actually have a conservative Republican president doing conservative things, he’s siding with the Democrats because that Republican president is not him.
Of course, Mitt will vote to convict when the impeachment idiocy heads over to the Senate. He couldn’t pass up the pats on his impeccably coiffed head that would come from the very same liberal establishment that pummeled him as a cancer-causing, dog torturing bigot. Of course, this claim was unfair – he probably never caused cancer. But that whole dog on the roof thing was super weird, and I can’t forget the utter lack of character he showed by firing the great (now Ambassador) Ric Grenell from his campaign when some people realized Ric was gay. Mitt tossed a friend away because he was scared that his friend would be a liability – what do you think he would do to us Normals and our interests the second the elite put pressure on him?
Well, we know. He’s doing it right now. He’s John Kasich with a job and a dad who was most definitely not a postman.
It’s his weakness that really grates, the pseudo-gentlemanly submissiveness to the abuse of the elite we saw for far too long among our alleged True Conservative™ betters. We’ve learned that “being the bigger man” and not fighting back were not some sort of higher principle being put into action but were, rather, the manifestation of the weakness inherent in the conservatives of the cruise ship class. Candy Crowley humiliated him in front of the entire country and he just took it. Well, we’re sick of just taking it. He and his human puffball ilk are why we said “Ahoy” to Donald Trump.
This is what makes Mitt mad – not the depredations of the left but his rejection by the people like us, who he sucked up to in 2008 and 2012, after it became obvious what a fraud he is.
Hey Mitt, I want my vote back.
By the way, with respect to blogs, I generally hang my hat over at Weasel Zippers as I have made some friends there and I like the fact that you can still post pictures and drop F-bombs. (I will say 'shit' and 'asshole' and similar, but, editorially, I prefer to substitute 'F**K' as a weapon of choice.) At first, when I recoiled from the Mittens-like GOPe after Willard folded in 2012, I flushed those insufferable middle-of-the-roader-toadies who fellate the left and libs (and refuse to call them out for the scum they are) and fled Town Hall like a thief in the night.
However, of late, I have found it's columnists equally aggrieved at the behavior of the Dems and have returned to them. Similarly, I find the columnists, notes, and comments of a number of places to be more refreshing than the single-minded and repetitive remarks on places like The Gateway Pundit and Breitbart (where you can hold a conversation with a football-staium full of your favorite friends), and the like. I recommend checking out Pajamas Media (no posgted pictures -- boo!), Power Line Blog (avoid Paul Mirengoff's posts), The American Thinker, and Legal Insurrection.
Maybe I will write a blog post about blog posting and what I used to call "blogging from the cheap seats" sometime.
This Irishman prankster knew he was dying, and had to get his family one last time at his funeral. This might be the best video ever. pic.twitter.com/LWRl4xtOCW
I am dialed out of the Impeach Trump thing -- until "Shifty" Schiff and Pelousy overplay their hands so-o-o-o-o egregiously that it blows up in their faces. (Which will happen within two-three months!) Meantime, enjoy this little ditty out of Deutschland! And I thought the krauts lost their balls!
OK, this will be the last last post I do on this hateful little Greta bitch -- the one afflicted with Ass Burger's disease -- until, of course, I do the next one.
Seems, in the wake of her U.N. grump-out tantrum yesterday, POTUS Trump trolled her. Of course, you have seen the speech -- or fragments thereof -- but for the sake of completeness -- I have appended the whole thing. It's three and one-half minutes if petulant righteous indignation and the little brat can really go on and on.
Anyway, Trump tweeted the following which, in case you don't realize it, is a totally tongue-in-cheek troll of the whole milieu.
WELL, OF COURSE, there was the concomitant pearl-clutching meltdown by the left, incensed by Trump's tweets. And, I am sure there were 3,600 RPM eye-rolls by the Trump-hating GOPe to, but that's just wonderfully collateral damage!
Here are some tweets with my thoughts and cat-calls to further incense them:
Well, Willie, pass along your contact information and we'll get a repair truck tight out there and fix you! But, while you wait for it to arrive, you might want to contemplate what is worse: Trump's trolling tweet or the fact that your side is manipulating an angry, petulant 16-year-old with a serious mental problem and, when you drop her when she is of no more use to you, will become an emotional wreck.
Oh, so Greta has built businesses worth billions of dollars, hired thousands of employees, and contributed to the economy of cities and countries? She has taken the failing economy of this country out of it's eight year stagnation, driven unemployment down to around 3.5 percent, black unemployment from 14 percent to the lowest it's been ever int his country, ditto for Hispanic and women's employment? Has she created many trillions of dollars of wealth by driving the stock market to record levels?
