Unburdened By Yellow School Buses

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Well, they finally did it.  They either bribed or frightened or just plain exhausted Joe Biden into withdrawing from the race.  My guess is cash.

Now we have Kamala Harris as Democrat candidate.  Okay.  This is the same Kamala whose job it was to control the border.  Well, wait a minute.  That didn’t go very well, did it? Wasn’t there some kind of problem with all of her staff quitting because she is a toxic witch that can’t get along with anybody and can’t get anything done?  Okay, that could be a problem, maybe.  What else have we got?

Well, there is the thing where she likes to talk about yellow school buses.  And she likes to make up what she thinks are deep, impressive statements but other people find to be vapid and laughable.  Like when she adopted the tag line, “I can imagine what can be, unburdened by what has been.”  There Is a YouTube montage video where someone collected dozens and dozens of times, she has said this or very close versions of this.  Watching them one after the other is a daunting task.  Eventually this mantra begins sounding like a slogan to sell sneakers or a sports drink and the one saying it begins to sound unhinged.  And there are any number of videos out there documenting her propensity to belabor the obvious and try to pass it off as “deep thinking.”

It seems then that Kamala babbling incoherently will just be substituted for Joe Biden babbling incoherently in the Republican commercials targeting her in the fall.  But who knows?  Maybe Kamala has come on the scene just as the American IQ has crashed into double digits.  Maybe the voting population has gone down the same road as Kamala and they can imagine what Kamala can be unburdened by the fact that she’s an idiot.  In fact, maybe an idiot is exactly what they want.  If they can couch her pitch in terms of pseudoscientific psychobabble and feminine emotionalism and top it off with woke appeals to racialist and feminist grievance arguments then maybe she can get enough crackpots to make her election seem almost plausible.

But honestly, she suffers from the same problem that did in Joe Biden.  After all, he was always in the hole, even before he broke out into tongues at the debate.  He was behind in the polls because his economy stinks and the country is flooded with illegal aliens, drug addicts and other homeless people who are causing a crime epidemic.  So even if Kamala’s version of Tourette’s Syndrome is slightly less off-putting than Joe’s she still has to convince voters that four years of Biden/Harris isn’t Harris’s fault.  And that’s a pretty hard sell.

An additional challenge will be for her to explain how she kept telling anyone who asked her that that Joe Biden was as sharp as a tack and running rings around his staff making America run like a Swiss watch.  That one isn’t going to fly.  Just like all of the rest of the liars in his inner circle they saw the Vegetable in Chief regularly and she knew that he was essentially a dementia patient with his finger on the button of the nuclear football.  That is going to be a very difficult question to answer.  I’d love to see her unburden on that little beauty.

22JUL2024 – Quote of the Day

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Courtesy is a science of the highest importance. It is, like grace and beauty in the body, which charm at first sight, and lead on to further intimacy and friendship, opening a door that we may derive instruction from the example of others, and at the same time enabling us to benefit them by our example, if there be anything in our character worthy of imitation.

Michel de Montaigne

Say It Ain’t So, Joe! We Lost Biden.

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Dementia Joe punks out and withdraws from the presidential race.

Sigh.

Well, We don’t have mush-brain Biden to kick around anymore.  Now we’ll have to kick Psycho Ex-Girlfriend Kamala Harris around.

Goodbye Corn Pop.  Goodbye Dog Faced Pony Soldier.  Goodbye Uncle Bosie.  Goodbye Cannibals that ate Uncle Bosie.  Goodbye Dr. Jill.  Goodbye Hunter Biden.  Goodbye to the hair-sniffing sidle.  Goodbye to untranslatable mumbles from the podium.  Goodbye to falling down on everything.

Goodbye Joe.  Don’t think it hasn’t been fun.  Because it hasn’t.

Update:

Quote from Medicaid after hearing the news, “We finally beat Biden.”

 

Guest Contributor – War Pig – 21JUL2024 – Grandparenting Right

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Me and my brother still remember things our grandparents did and talk about them often. Things we did that got us in trouble but they helped so we got off. Both of our grandpa’s were ornery and mischievous and liked to play tricks on us. Both grandma’s were loving and soothed our small injuries and fed us to stuffing. We even had one greatgrandmother who lived long enough for us to remember. She was an easy mooch and always had marshmallow peanuts, candy orange slices and soft peppermints. She was an amazing character, too. Smoked a clay pipe that got so hot I had to use tongs to touch it. Every morning she put liquid HEET on her hands to loosen up the arthritis. I got a drop of it on me and I had to run to the sink and use cold water to wash it off. Felt like molten glass had landed on me.

I’m gonna have to write all the stories down for my grandson.

Pay Back for Paying Forward

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Two thirds of July burned through.  But we got the sun and heat the calendar promised.  So, I can’t kick.

Swimming pools are an awful nuisance to the owner especially if he lives in the north.  The winter weather beats the hell out of the polymers that the liner and the filter loop are made out of.  In every practical sense they’re a bad deal.  A dead loss except for one very important aspect.  They attract grandchildren like no other power on Earth.  To paraphrase “Field of Dreams,” “If you fill it, they will come.”  Like a law of nature, a hot summer week, a swimming pool and youngsters react like iron filings to a magnet.

And that’s great.  Provide the pool, some burgers and lemonade and they’ll swim and dive and splash around until their fingers and toes become as wrinkled as prunes.  But why, you might ask, would anyone want to have a bunch of noisy, boisterous, unruly kids around when peace and quiet is so much easier?

Well, the answer is simple.  Grandchildren are the one and only, absolutely authentic, sure-fire fountain of youth that has ever been discovered by mankind.  When you steal away their children away from your children and spoil them rotten with bilious food and frivolous activities; like throwing around a baseball or letting them play a game of hide and seek in your yard, it’s as if you’ve stepped into a time machine.

When you referee their squabbles and join in their silly card games and argue with them about whether T-Rex is stronger than Spinosaurus or whether a dragon that breathes fire is more powerful than one that breathes ice or when they draw birthday cards for you with all the care and concentration that a five-year-old can muster you are transported to a different world.  A much, much better world.

Getting to spend time with your grandkids is the payoff for all the years of work and worry that goes into raising a family.  We try to spend as much time with our kids as we can but work consumes so much of our time.  And worrying about getting them launched into their adult lives steals away so much of the time you have when you’re in the prime of your life.

So having the chance to really experience the small joys of children at play in your later years is imbibing the quintessence of life.  And it makes the prospect of getting old acceptable.  Our mortality is THE fact of life.  We get a span of time on this giddy rock hurtling through space-time.  And sooner than any of us imagine, the sands start building up in the bottom of the hour-glass.  But if we see children and then grandchildren and maybe great-grandchildren; well then, we can feel as if we did our part to keep this crazy, confusing, hopelessly conflicted endeavor called the human race staggering down the road for at least another generation or two.  And if after we’re gone they think back on us and smile about something we said or did, well, that’s one kind of immortality.

And that has to be enough to make the whole thing worthwhile.  Because as far as I can tell, that’s about as good as it gets.  And that’s good enough for me.

Handicapping Scranton Joe

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I probably watched in total about twenty minutes of the speeches that Donald Trump and J D Vance made in Milwaukee.  And that was already enough.  The rah, rah stuff with the crowd and Trump’s tendency to repeat the same points over and over again were too much for me to watch more than that.  And that’s nothing against people who like that kind of thing.

I was watching Tucker Carlson’s speech and had a different problem.  I like his talks.  He works a theme very well.  But the problem with his speech was that the crowd kept interrupting him so that he had to placate them with polite noise to shut them up.  I found it too distracting to listen to a good talk that had to dodge around a hyperactive crowd.

So, my takeaway is I’m not a convention kind of guy.  I’m guessing that the correct preparation for a political convention involves self-medicating with ethanol or some other recreational drug.

But that’s fine.  The people who were there seemed to be having a good time.  They had Kid Rock and Hulk Hogan and I’m sure a number of entertainers and celebrities to help them enjoy a party to celebrate that they don’t have Joe Biden as their nominee.  And they also had a great story to reflect on with the miraculous escape from death that Donald Trump was gifted at that fateful rally in Butler PA.  For once Republicans are the ones celebrating and the Democrats are in existential panic over how and with whom they are going to replace Joe Biden on the presidential ballot.

I’ve been watching a bunch of the Democrat talking heads and what they say is that Pelosi and Schumer and Obama have been hectoring Biden to drop out and let his delegates “vote their consciences.”  And they keep telling each other that the pressure is so overwhelming that Biden has no choice but concede.

But they’ve been saying this for about a week.  I’m not even sure, they’re sure.  Maybe they’re just whistling past the graveyard.  After all Joe’s a pretty stubborn old coot.  And he knows he has them over a barrel.  After all, in a month the delegates will declare him the nominee regardless of their personal feelings.  At that point if the donors want to withhold funding, they are dooming the Democrats to certain defeat.  So, I think they’ll hold their noses and send the checks.

Now, one friend of mine said that they could threaten to reveal some of Biden’s high crimes and misdemeanors if he doesn’t withdraw.  And I guess they could.  But if he called their bluff, would they present the nation with proof that Biden is a crook?  I kind of doubt it.  After all Biden probably has dirt on all of them too.  And even if he doesn’t rat them out it would destroy the Democratic Party for a generation.  All the whispers about influence peddling would be shown true.  And raking up all that dirt would be sure to tar half of Washington.

I asked some friends whether they thought Biden would withdraw.  They all said yes.  They’re probably right.  But I’m holding out hope that Joe will dig deep and hang on.  Like an anchor I’m hoping he will drag the Democrat party down to the bottom this November.

Run, Joe, run!