The Democrat Donors are Starting to Panic Over the 2020 Field of Candidates

The Big Money donors are a powerful force in Democrat politics and lately when they get together they can be heard saying, “isn’t there anyone better than this to bring into the race?”  Apparently the top three candidates, Biden, Warren and Sanders don’t inspire much confidence in the bag men.

And who can blame them?  Warren and Sanders are communists who, among other things, have signed onto healthcare proposals that promise to eliminate all private health insurance.  After the debacle of Obamacare even lefties know that the majority of Americans will view this as a deal breaker.  In addition, several of these donors represent the Tech Giants and Warren has been vowing to break up Google and Facebook so you can imagine they’re not thrilled with the prospect of paying through the nose for someone who wants to put them out of business.

And then there’s Creepy Uncle Joe.  Even if you refuse to believe that his crooked son was obviously cashing in on his father’s influence as Vice President during the Ukraine debacle it would be impossible to miss the fact that Joe is working with less than a full deck of cards at this point.  The money men are probably dreading the prospect of a general election debate between Joe the Human Gaffe Machine and the Trump Buzzsaw.

As for the rest of the field of midgets, none of them are polling above three percent in the polls.  And the ones that are even slightly less crazy than the front-runners are even lower down than three percent.  They’re in the fractional percentage range.

This has spawned panicky calls to draft Hillary Clinton, Michael Bloomberg, Michelle Obama, John Kerry or even Oprah Winfrey.

I fully expect that during this holiday season a call will go out to draft Santa Claus if he can be convinced to renounce Christianity.

This is a delicious moment.  With Hillary Clinton denouncing one of the candidates, Tulsi Gabbard, as a Russian agent I can imagine a scenario where the Trump campaign donates money to a Draft Hillary PAC to ensure she gets her chance to do the maximum damage to the whole Democrat establishment.

Seriously, many people thought that the 2020 Democrat field was a sacrificial offering intended to eliminate the old and insane to clear the decks for 2024.  If that is the case, mission accomplished.  If the general election turns out to be the debacle it’s shaping up to become, the Dems may rethink the whole resistance thing and put a brave face on a “loyal opposition” con.

But what isn’t clear is how much of a coattail effect President Trump can have in the House and Senate.  The Republican boobs in those two august bodies have proven themselves almost superhumanly capable of screwing up all of the opportunities that President Trump has presented them with over the course of his term.  I only hope that some much less-stupid people step forward and present themselves as allies of the President and thereby benefit from his popularity with real people.  Anyway, that’s what I hope.  But my fondest wish is that Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan go over to the Democrat side and help them with all the special skills they possess.  That should be enough to give us a supermajority in both houses of Congress.

 

 

Taibbi Mocks the Russophobes on the Left

Matt Taibbi is no fan of President Trump but he is willing to call BS when the Left talks crazy.  Here he points out that Hillary Clinton is talking nonsense when she labels Tulsi Gabbard a Russian Asset.  In fact he says that Hillary is nuts.  How can you not love that?  Then he talks about the rest of the Left’s supposed russophobia.  This is the third article from him I’ve enjoyed. Surprising.  Check it out.

 

Everyone Is a Russian Asset

A Very Unfunny Joke

A priest, a rabbi and a minister happen to meet in a bar.  Everybody has heard these kinds of jokes.  Let’s try a different kind of joke.  A cokehead, a gangster’s nephew and the heir to a ketchup fortune met in Washington.  Well that doesn’t sound as funny.  Wait, it gets better.  Especially since the gangster is the recently dearly departed Whitey Bulger, the cokehead’s father is Joe Biden and John Kerry is the stepfather of the Prince of Ketchup.  Ah, now you see.  Each of these men has been able to turn nepotism into a pot of gold.  There’s definitely something funny going on there but it’s definitely not a coincidence that these three men met up.  Joe Biden and John Kerry were powerful members of the Obama administration who allowed their relatives to trade off their names with foreign governments that could benefit from decisions of the Obama administration.  James Bulger is just the latest manifestation of the Massachusetts proclivity for shady politics.  James’s father, Billy Bulger, was Whitey’s brother but he was also the President of the Massachusetts Senate for eighteen years and used his influence to enrich himself and his family and insinuate them into circles that would perpetuate their influence.  And, of course, John Kerry and Billy Bulger are old Bay State friends.

Apparently, this is what all the hullaballoo was about with the Russia-gate scam.  The Obama administration was a giant grift where the leaders used their relatives to siphon off billions using influence peddling operations.  If China wanted to buy up American military technology companies, well Hunter Biden would partner with them to make it seem legitimate.  It meant greasing some palms, but the Chinese got what they wanted and so did the Bidens.  It sounds a lot like the Clinton uranium scam for the Russians.  And it also includes the Ukraine grift.  And after Hillary and company lost the election, they started the Russiagate frame-up to deflect attention from their own foreign crimes.  And yet somehow, we’re supposed to believe that the same CIA and FBI that seems to have wire-taps in every room in the White House didn’t know a thing about Hillary’s and Biden’s grifts.  That’s the unfunny joke.

I watched Rudy Giuliani make the rounds with the television political pundits.  He laid out the evidence and made the case that all the evidence being ignored by the Press and the Deep State is a mountain compared to the molehill of the alleged whistleblower in the CIA that is all over the front pages of all the MSM outlets.  He declared he is waiting for the Justice Department to do something about it.  But will they?

We are about to find out if Barr is a real American or just another swamp dweller.  With all the information out there, if the Justice Department takes no action at all then basically Trump is on his own.  In fact, wouldn’t Barr know that someone had changed the definition of whistleblower to include hearsay?  Could something as rigged as that rule change happen without alarm bells going off in the Attorney General’s office?

But an even larger issue is the fact that the surveillance state now controls the actions of the President of the United States.  Unelected spies control the actions of our elected officials and spy on all of us too.  President Trump has the unenviable task of draining the swamp while fighting off the nine-headed Lernaean Hydra of mythology that inhabits the swamp.  And just like that mythical beast every time one head is cut off (e.g., Comey or Brennan) three more grow back.

I’ve come to believe that the only way to get back control of our country is to dismantle the surveillance apparatus.  In a way I think it would be a good platform for the President to run on in 2020.  Purging Washington of these wannabe KGB masterminds would be popular with many moderates and independents too.

When I imagine how I would tackle the job that Barr is supposed to do, I imagine assembling all the upper echelons of, let’s say, the CIA and after explaining how allowing the resistance to sabotage the Trump Administration is dereliction of duty I’d fire the whole top level of the organization.  Then while these big shots were being rudely escorted off the premises, I would address their direct reports with the following ultimatum, provide evidence of who the remaining obstructionists are or immediately follow their former bosses out the door.  I would give them at least five minutes to make up their minds if they wanted to cooperate and if they didn’t volunteer information by then I’d have them escorted out the door and move on to the next echelon down.  This plan has the advantage that as you move down the chain of command the importance of a pay check becomes more and more critical.  Eventually you will reach someone who would rather be an employed civil servant than an unemployed resistance fighter.

As you can see, I have a very unsubtle way of looking at things but the point is, cleaning out that rat’s nest needs to be done somehow or other.  When rampant government malfeasance is ignored by the FBI and CIA but these same agencies abuse their power to hamper the legitimately elected representatives of the people it’s time to start over.

Now that the President has started down this road it can’t be more than a week or two before we know whether Barr is there to clean up or cover up the mess.  Fingers crossed.

 

Trump vs It’s a Good Life (Part 2)

Trump vs It’s a Good Life (Part 1)

 

Dramatis Personae: Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez – (AOC); Narrator who looks and sounds like Rod Serling – (NRS); Barack Obama – (BO); Michelle Obama – (MO); Bill Clinton – (BC); Hillary Clinton – (HC); President Trump – (PT);

 

Scene 1 – 8 pm, that same night in the Farmhouse; In the corner of the room, Al Gore, Bill Clinton, Bernie Sanders and Beto O’Rourke are sweating away, turning a giant crank on a generator.  In the opposite corner A-oh-see, Cory Booker, Hillary Clinton and the Obamas are dancing rather spastically around a disco ball while a wavering light and an unevenly playing sound system produces some unconvincing techno sound.  As the exhausted laborers slacken their effort, A-oh-see chastises them.

AOC – Hey white boys, pick up the pace.  This is the part where I go, whoot, whoot.  Don’t make me warn you again.

The generator crew redouble their efforts and the “whoot, whoot” is a big success.  The dancers clap enthusiastically and the crankers collapse to the floor panting.

AOC – The dance is over and that’s all the electricity there is.

MO – That was good electricity A-oh-see, real good.

BO – That was the best electricity I ever seen.  Much better than that power plant electricity.

NP – Oh, I don’t know, I remember back in the Obama administration we had lights all the time and copy machines and air conditioning.

HC – It’s real good that you said that Nancy but how could you mean it?  Why, A-oh-see’s electricity is much better than that old electricity.  That old electricity made global warming and killed baby polar bears.

BO – That’s right Nancy, A-oh-see’s electricity is real good.  Much better.

MO – And now it’s time for Bill Clinton’s birthday presents.  Everybody gather around.

Hillary hands Bill a bag full of fentanyl patches and a plain brown envelope.

HC – Happy birthday Bill.  Many happy returns.

BC – (looking in the envelope) The Pia Zadora Playboy issue!  This is a priceless object.  He you don’t suppose I could open it up here?

Everyone goes quiet and looks shocked.

BC – Not the pictures just the articles.

BO – I don’t think you should Bill.  We don’t know exactly where the articles end and the porn begins.

HC – That’s right Bill.  Wait until we get home, where it’s safe.  Here, try out the fentanyl patch.

BC – Mmmmmmmmm.

BO – Okay everybody, birthday presents over.  Now we’ll hear a speech by Caitlyn Jenner on the false social construct inherent in the ovary.

While everyone sits in rapt fear of not cheering at the right places Bill Clinton wanders around in a fentanyl stupor.  Suddenly he starts talking out loud to no one in particular.

BC – You know this is the last fentanyl stash left.  And once it’s gone and Al Gore’s oxycontin bottle is empty there won’t be any joy left in the world.  No more giggling, no more Ruffies.

Looking around and glaring at Bill AOC shouts.

AOC – Stop talking during the science lesson.

Bill smiles goofily and gives AOC a salute and she turns back to the lecture.  Bill opens up his Playboy magazine and with the centerfold flapped open approaches Caitlyn Jenner.

BC – You know Bruce, I mean Caitlyn, I don’t think yours can compare to Pia’s what do you think?

AOC jumps to her feet and shouts at Bill Clinton.

AOC – You’re a bad white man, a very bad white man and if you keep acting all patriarchal, I’m going to think bad things about you.

BC – That’s right A-oh-see you think bad things about me.  You concentrate on me and maybe some real man in this room will sneak up behind you and slap a half dozen fentanyl patches between your shoulder blades and end this thing.

Nancy Pelosi picks up her speaker’s gavel off the table where it lies but then puts it back.

AOC – You’re a bad white man, a very bad white man and you keep looking down my blouse.

AOC walks over to Bill Clinton and slaps four fentanyl patches on Bill’s face.  Bill starts pulling one off, then smiles goofily and puts it back on.  Then he falls face forward like a chopped tree.

BO – A-oh-see put him in the mulch pile please.  Please.

She nods her head slightly and a group of Bernie Bros picked up Clinton and hustled him out of the room.

AOC – He was a bad white mand and I used his non-socialized medicine to destroy him.  And you better not say anything bad about me Hillary or I’ll get you too.

HC – Oh, A-oh-see, I don’t feel bad about Bill.  He got what was coming to him.  No sweat.  We all love you A-oh-see, you’re everybody’s favorite, that’s what you are.

 

NRS – So that’s our story, no commentary just an introduction to one of the very special members of the Bizarro Zone.

Suddenly President Trump busts in from in front of the narrator and we realize that the whole scene is taking place in a sound stage.

PT – Alright that’s enough.  Officers, arrest these idiots and we’ll straighten everything out at the jail.

AOC – You’re not real.  I destroyed you along with the rest of the world a year ago.

PT – Look, you, fruitcake.  When you losers were swept out of power in 2020, I didn’t balk when MTV sponsored a reality show to let your deluded followers imagine what it would be like without the normal people but when Bill Clinton ends up as an OD victim at Bethesda that’s where I pull the plug on this thing.  We’ll transition most of you into a hospital for the criminally insane but for now we’ll set you up at Guantanamo Bay until you become less dangerous.  Okay boys drag them out.

Trump vs The Weinstein Equivalence

Scene 1:  White House West Wing; Monday 8 a.m.

President Trump (PT) – Mike, Mike!!!  Where the hell are you, guy?

Vice President Trump (VPP) – Right here Mr. President.  How can I help you?

PT – Mike, that slug is up to her old tricks again.

VPP – Can you be more specific, Sir?

PT – Yeah, that old witch Hillary tried comparing me to Weinstein.  I’m not gonna let her get away with that.

VPP – A twitter barrage this morning then?

PT – Not good enough.  As my hero Deadpool would say this calls for maximum effort.

VPP – Yes, but he’s usually referring to mayhem or some even worse form of ultra-violence.

PT – Well, I’m not ruling anything out yet, but I think we can limit this to non-lethal means.

VPP – Sounds like a very balanced and measured response on your part sir.

PT – Exactly.

VPP – Might I ask what avenue of attack you plan on employing?

PT – I’m gonna go after Bill.

VPP – Go after him how, particularly?

PT – Let’s just say it will involve a fishing expedition.  I want to land the Great White Whale.

VPP – What’s the bait?

PT – His favorite meal.

VPP – Never mind.  Let’s pretend I didn’t ask.

PT – Exactly.

Scene 2:  A deserted warehouse somewhere outside Washington D.C.; Midnight, Wednesday of that week.

Former President Clinton in a trenchcoat and downturned fedora walking down the sidewalk toward an opened lighted doorway.

Bill Clinton (BC) – I’m here for the Seafood Surprise.

Doorman – What’s the password?

BC – The Big Dog is on the hunt again.

Doorman – Okay, come on in.

BC – Hillary ain’t gettin’ lucky tonight!

 

Scene 3: Inside the warehouse a short time later.  A poorly lit room containing an enormous cylindrical steel tank with a glass port from which an eerie bluish light emanates.  Two men in white lab coats with clip boards stand raptly attentive at the view port.  Suddenly a squad of uniformed policemen and some plainclothesmen burst into the room through a double door.

Agent in Charge (AIC) – Alpha Squad, detain the lab personnel.  Beta Squad, set up the camera equipment.  The rest of you follow me over to the viewing port.  (over his radio) The target is secured.  Send in the VIP.

(President Trump enters the area and approaches the AIC.)

PT – Good work Bob, that was masterfully done.  Congratulate your team.

AIC – Thank you sir.  Would you like to view the subject now?

PT – Like isn’t exactly how I’d describe it, but let’s get it over with.

Stepping over to the view screen and next to a video crew actively recording, they see the otherworldly image of a giant squid fully 40 feet long cowering against one of the outlet valves while a very pasty, flabby aged man wearing an aqua lung, flippers and nothing else was performing unspeakable acts with several of the squids tentacles.  It was apparent even to the cephalopodically untrained eye that the squid was extremely embarrassed and very scared.

PT – Yeah, that’s him alright.  He was always hanging around the steam room at the New York Health and Racquet Club so, unfortunately, I can confirm that’s him.

AIC – How do you want to handle the arrest?

PT – What agencies have jurisdiction?

AIC – Off-hand I’d say the ASPCA and the shellfish division of the FDA.

PT – Fine, but make sure the newspapers get some of this footage for tomorrow’s front page.

AIC – Well, the only one that might print this is National Geographic and even they might black box it.  Personally, I’m gonna need a lot of gin to unsee this.

PT – Yeah, I’m going with witch hazel and turpentine.

AIC – That should do it.

 

Scene 4 White House West Wing, the next morning.

VPP – Sir, I’ll have to say your fishing trip has been an unbelievable success.  Former President Clinton was preemptively neutered by the attending veterinarian during his extraction from the squid tank.  The Clinton Foundation is being shut down and liquidated under the RICO laws, Chuck Schumer has decided to become a republican and Nancy Pelosi has switched from tuna salad to chicken and is retiring from Congress.  Even the New York Times has taken a vacation from bashing you and is evaluating a change in editorial perspective.  I hear they’re going to go with a headline tomorrow that says “We Were Wrong, Lock Them Up.”

PT – That reminds me, what’s going on with Hillary?

VPP – Well Mr. President, no one has seen her since yesterday but there is a report that after the giant Squid was released into the Atlantic off the Potomac some sailors reported a strange island appeared off the coast that included monolithic masonry that they said had a very strange geometry and that a winged squid-headed dragon emerged and flew straight for the Clinton town house.  After what the neighbors described as a combination of gale force winds and the screeching of a banshee they saw the Dragon carry off Secretary Clinton out to sea.

PT – Well, I’m no fan but I wouldn’t want to see that happen to anyone.

VPP – Considering how you feel about Hillary that’s quite generous of you, sir.  After all she is an old woman.

PT – Are you kidding me?  I’m worried for Cthulhu.  I mean, he’s clearly outmatched.

VPP – Point taken sir.

An enjoyable article over at American Greatness – She’s Had Her CloseUp , We’ve Had Enough- by Julie Kelly

Here’s a link to an article I enjoyed.  https://amgreatness.com/2017/09/15/shes-close-weve-enough/

It starts out “If the nation weren’t already in a foul political mood, it would still be a special kind of hell to have to suffer through the Bitter Betty Book Tour.”  That got a chuckle out of me so I read on.  Kicking Hillary when she’s down is always fun so enjoy!