Buckaroo Biden and the White Supremacist Space Pirates – Chapter 3 – Biden Family Values

This week marked the resurfacing of Buckaroo’s sidekick, “The Parmesan Kid.”  Hunter has returned to the spotlight with new tales of his incomparable lust for life.  And it’s hard to imagine that anything he could say at this point could compare with his former exploits.  A man who captures video of himself having sex with underage girls surely has already hit bottom.  But for the sake of having something new with which to sell his new book, Hunter shares the trials and tribulations of his search for remnant crumbs of crack cocaine in his carpet.  Apparently, parmesan cheese and Cheetos dust resemble crack cocaine when you’re as strung out and stupid as the son of Dementia Joe.

Now we’ve had loser relatives of the president before.  Jimmy Carter had his brother “Billie Beer” Carter who would urinate on Air Force One’s tire on the tarmac when the urge hit him.  And Chelsea Clinton was guaranteed to embarrass the country if for no other reason than her parents are Bill and Hillary.  But Hunter is in a class of his own.  Here’s a guy who impregnates a stripper, refuses to pay child support but has to relent to avoid having his financial records inspected.  He’s kicked out of the Navy because he couldn’t pass a drug test.  He works one no-show job after another because of his father’s political clout and he launders all his father’s kickbacks.  But without a doubt the absolute bottom has to be bedding his dead brother’s widow.  You have to wonder whether he thinks he’s competing with Caligula or something.

But you have to know that Hunter is just the logical conclusion when someone like Joe Biden has a family.  How else can you end up when your crooked politician of a father makes you his bagman.  What could Joe possibly say to Hunter to dissuade him from doing any fool thing?  It’s wrong?  Please!  It’s dangerous?  How could anything be dangerous when the fixers in the FBI and the CIA have got your back?  It’ll look bad?  With the News agencies and Silicon Valley at your beck and call?  Why shouldn’t he become the Charlie Sheen of Washington?

No, no, no.  Hunter is not the villain, he’s the result of someone as corrupt as Joe Biden being elevated to the highest power in the land.  In a way Hunter almost seems moderate.  As far as I know he’s never been accused of cannibalism or necrophilia.  But we’re still pretty early in his career.  I have to assume that sometime after Kamala’s third term Michelle Obama is going to need a running mate and then who knows, when Hunter is close to eighty maybe it’ll be his turn in the White House.

Of course, by then it’s hard to imagine there’ll still be much of a country left for Hunter to pillage.  But that’s where his experience picking crumbs out the carpet will really come in handy.  There should be just enough left for him to keep the orgy going right to the end.  If not, he’ll have to get the stripper’s kid up to speed on shaking down foreigners.  Maybe he can impress the Zimbabweans.

Buckaroo Biden and the White Supremacist Space Pirates – Chapter 1 – The Haunted Staircase

Buckaroo Biden and the White Supremacist Space Pirates – Chapter 2 – Hidin’ Biden Jibber Jabber

He Can’t Even Pronounce the Word Death Anymore

As I went over yesterday Buckaroo Biden is rapidly heading for the last roundup.  In this clip Biden is attempting to frighten people in states that have relaxed the mask nonsense.  He wants them to believe that doing so risks planetary human extinction.  But he fumbles over half the words and sounds like he’s drunk or an imbecile.  At one point he tries reading off the teleprompter and ends up saying this, “The failure to take this virus seriously — precisely what got us in this mess in the first place — risks more cases and more desks.”  Well I agree, I don’t want to pay for more bookcases and desks.  I think the government has enough of both but even as a fake president I think he should limit his scope to national problems and leave questions of office furniture supply chain to the professionals in the deep state.

Forget about two years, will he make it to Memorial Day?

Buckaroo Biden and the White Supremacist Space Pirates – Chapter 2 – Hidin’ Biden Jibber Jabber

Two months into the Biden puppet show, it appears that giving pre-rehearsed answers to pre-screened questions is no longer a workable option.  His handlers must be starting to look for an exit strategy from this increasingly embarrassing charade.  Now he’s openly reading from prepared crib sheets to the softball questions that have been vetted and choreographed.  And he’s even failing at that!

I know they want to keep Biden up there for two more years but, come on!  In less than six months there won’t be anything left but his teeth.  The whole thing is going to descend into a monstrous parody of a living man.  Soon they’ll need a translator that will stand on the side of the stage and interpret the grunts and grimaces that the Biden husk emits.  I’m almost hoping they’ll use some kind of CGI effect that interacts with the press corps and mostly mimics human speech.  It doesn’t have to be perfect.  The GPS for my car sounds like a valley girl while she nags me to change lanes for my turn.  Maybe Joe Biden can sound like her.  Or maybe he can look and sound like the Wizard of Oz.  You know, the fake one with the flames shooting out.

But whatever they come up with I think it’s going to be impossible to maintain the illusion that Joe Biden is the mastermind of the Deep State.  He’s always been a small time grifter riding on the coattails of bigger crooks.  Now he’s just a former character actor descending into a vegetative state while the cabal of crooks and handlers decide what latest outrage they’ll unveil to insult the general population.

The only thing I’m uncertain about is at what point do they throw in the towel and cart Joe off to the skilled nursing facility to breath out his last few days on earth in silence.

I guess I shouldn’t be in too great a hurry to welcome “President Cackles” into the spotlight.  After catching her act at one of the Democrat debates, I have made a point of avoiding all of her public speaking spectacles.  I haven’t even been tempted to listen to one of her sound bites.  Her particular brand of mental illness repels me.  But I am interested to see if she manages to get into some tussles with reporters.  Someone as think skinned and emotionally unstable as she is will find it difficult to avoid what she perceives as insults to her dignity.  In other words, at some point someone will ask a question that isn’t just slobbering praise and it will totally unhinge her.  That I might want to see.  I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a serving President of the United States cry.  That would be a sort of milestone and well worth the faint nausea that will probably accompany the sight.

So best of luck Zombie Biden.  Here’s hoping you can keep up this comedy act of yours for a while still.  I have high hopes that sometime soon you’ll blurt out something really cool.  Maybe it’ll be some narrative about the really great dessert you had at lunch or an anecdote about the clean, articulate black fellow that you beat in your race for president.  I have faith.  The big guy still has something to contribute.

Buckaroo Biden and the White Supremacist Space Pirates – Chapter 1 – The Haunted Staircase

I guess the consolation prize I get for living in a banana republic is watching “El Presidente” swagger his way around in front of the peasants.  Well, apparently el jefe hasn’t had a lot of practice swaggering lately because of the COVID lockdown.  Swaggering has turned into staggering and Dopey Joe almost did himself in on the staircase for Air Force One.   Watch this.

He fell down three times.  Of course, he didn’t roll down the entire staircase like some Inspector Clouseau or Groucho Marx routine,  but hopefully that will come later.  I’m waiting for Jen Psaki to explain to us that the cause of the stairs mishap was white supremacists.  Hopefully the FBI is on the case and will soon round up the saboteurs and wreckers who were responsible for the assassination attempt.  Obviously, the steps were booby trapped.  I expect in the future President Biden will be loaded onto Air Force One in a cargo net.  Of course, he’ll need to be bubble wrapped and packed in foam peanuts but if they only pack him up to his armpits with his arms out, he can still salute the military guards and maintain his dignity.

So, at this point we have a commander in chief who cannot remember words like Department of Defense or the names of the major cabinet secretaries.  He can’t speak coherently and now he can’t walk up a flight of stairs.  It’s kind of exciting trying to guess what will be next.  Crude jokes about various bodily functions should be avoided but honestly, I know everyone is thinking exactly that.

I guess it’s possible if they want him to be able to keep this masquerade going for more than a few months that they will restrict all his appearances to scripted speeches using a teleprompter and avoiding any direct question and answer periods.  Or they could replace Meat Biden with an Animatronic Biden.  I’m sure if Google and Elon Musk worked together, they could have Biden 2.0 ready for use within a year or so.  It might look and sound a little different from Meat Biden, a little too coherent and gaffe free but it would serve its purpose.  After all nobody really believes Dementia Joe is either the legitimate president or even a minimally competent one.  They just need him to last for a little over two years so they can bring in Kamalarris the Blubbering Hysteric to rule us by conniption.

Well, let’s at least enjoy the show for however long Joe can keep this Curley Howard routine going.  Why not?  Hopefully no one is seriously thinking that Washington is a real government anymore, right?

My Favorite Honest Commie, Taibbi Compares the MSM Coverage of Bident to Soviet Era Pravda

Say what you will about his lefty beliefs Matt Taibbi paints a very clear picture of just how sycophantic the mainstream media’s portrayal of Dementia Joe is.  He especially mocks the earnest statement that Joe is just so dignified and serene that it’s impossible for a Saturday Night Live parody of him to be done.  He even includes the blooper reel of gaffe-master Biden hard at work.  And he identifies a primary reason for the uniformity of the “Dear Leader” schtick.  These “journalists” are terrified that anything less will result in the Politburo that calls the shots calling their bosses and demanding a pink slip be issued for disloyalty to the Party.

I’ve been plowing through the Gulag Archipelago and I know how painful it is to slog through the unending stories of judicial malfeasance and murderous partisan witch hunts.  And Taibbi accurately equates the obsequious headlines that greet every stuttering utterance of Dopey Joe with the same sort of groveling that the Soviet era newspapers Pravda and Izvestia churned out every day.  The fact that Pravda and Izvestia mean truth and news is not lost on Taibbi.  He understands the irony of the Orwellian nature of news under a dictatorship and he accurately equates the present one party state of American journalism with the Soviet organs of propaganda.

Good for you Matt, you old commie you.  It takes one to know one.

Day 45 of Dementia Joe’s Regime – Interdimensional Crisis Averted

 

High drama unfolded today in Washington when at around 10 am sirens sounded and helicopter gunships and tactical attack aircraft were seen circling the White House.  Thousands of troops formed a cordon around the White House.  But by noon all military activity had returned to normal.  Strange rumors circulated about the President’s whereabouts and at the afternoon press conference the President was questioned about the incident.

Upon being asked if anything unusual had occurred that morning President Biden replied, “I’m glad you asked that question Sparky, you old dog faced pony soldier, I was preparing for the national defense briefing when I found myself lost in an alternate universe.  Suddenly a door to another dimension opened up and I found my self looking out at the old swimming hole I used to share with my boyhood chums Huck Finn and Corn Pop.  Well, I got ready to go skinny dipping with them when all of a sudden, the interdimensional portal closed on me and I was trapped.  I realized at once that white supremacists had lured me in with a false image.  I struggled mightily and finally I remembered the super-secret Presidential beacon alarm.  I triggered it and I was rescued by a special forces battalion.

Because of the heroic struggle I put up against the white supremacists in hyperspace, the Nobel Foundation will be awarding me both the Peace Prize and the award for physics.  I have requested that instead of the medals being awarded to me by the King of Norway, that Greta Thunberg place the medals around my neck.  Also, I will request that she use Wella Balsam shampoo beforehand.”

After the press conference a slightly different version emerged from unnamed White House sources.

This morning at 10 am President Biden turned up missing for his national security briefing.  When the President’s Life Alert was triggered the secret service agents used the GPS device to triangulate his location.  When the President’s clothes were found on the floor in front of a dumb waiter the worst was feared.  But as best anyone can reconstruct the sequence of events, it appears that the President had wandered down an unfamiliar service corridor near the kitchen and after opening the door of the dumb waiter mistook the small metal box for an interdimensional portal that would allow him to relive his boyhood days at the swimming hole.  After removing his clothes, he wedged himself in the small space but the door closed on him sending him into a panic.  Although the lengthy captivity and cramped posture had resulted in some regrettable excretory mishaps the President was conscious and basically safe.  The female secret service agents were dismissed and Dr Jill was summoned with the object of coaxing the agitated President out of his portal and back into his underwear.  After decontamination of the dumb waiter and the President things returned to normal.

Later on, in the day when the incident was mentioned during the daily press conference Jen Psaki promised to circle back to it but assured the reporters that there was nothing funny about white supremacists marauding through interdimensional space and attempting to kidnap the President of the United States.  The FBI has promised to round up the white supremacists and bring them to justice.  Huck Finn and Corn Pop could not be reached for comment.

Free America –21FEB2021 Update

As we settle into the new totalitarian regime the sense of outrage dulls and each new atrocity becomes less shocking because it’s already expected.  Biden is telling the Democrat Congress he wants a bill that gives the illegals an eight-year path to citizenship.  Then he wants to have D.C. and Puerto Rico declared states.  Soon he’ll demand slavery reparations.  And after that he’ll want to balance the books by cancelling the 401K and social security accounts of anyone who isn’t black.  Well, sure.  Are we expecting anything less?  They’ve telegraphed this stuff for years.  With full control of the Congress and White House the only check on their plans is the Supreme Court and I think we know how that will play out.  Even gun grabs and hate speech legislation are on the agenda and now it sounds like they intend to use the FBI as the secret police and arrest people they don’t like by calling them insurrectionists.  Good times.

During a get together with some friends we were talking about that teacher in New York City who was fired. Apparently at some kind of group session where people were supposed to talk about personal struggles she tried to talk about her grandparents and their loss of a child during the Holocaust.  She was shut down because they let her know the only ones allowed to talk about problems are black and brown people.  Then to top it off when they were taking a group picture, she wouldn’t give the Wakanda Salute (put her arms in front of her in the shape of an X).  Apparently, this is a gesture used in the Marvel Comics movie Black Panther.  I think she felt it was silly or divisive.  So, they fired her.  I think she had been given an award recently for figuring out a way to improve math test scores in her school.

We were discussing the fact that people are leaving New York in epidemic numbers to get their kids out of the public school system.  And obviously with the story about the teacher just mentioned it isn’t hard to imagine that in a very few years they will have driven all the good teachers and most families that care about educating their kids, right out of the system.  We debated whether this would have any effect on the city government.  I think the opinion was it wouldn’t.  At least not until the system crashed and burned beyond repair.  And that is a truly amazing result.  New York City is estimated to have eight million people living in it.  Now, that was before the disruptions from COVID and BLM.  If someone told me it had lost a million people, I wouldn’t be surprised at all.  But even if there were only six million people living there, I find it shocking to imagine what will happen to the productivity and general behavior of the inhabitants if the school system becomes like what they have in Detroit or Baltimore.  That level of illiteracy and dysfunction in a place as hard to keep running as New York will be truly frightening.  I wouldn’t be surprised if whole industries just up and move out overnight.  Wall Street, the banks, the insurance companies, the advertising companies, even the fashion industry can, and probably will, leave when the city starts becoming like Detroit.  As it is the lawlessness of the BLM riots has destroyed the retail stores in uptown and midtown.  It’s actually hard to imagine things improving without some serious incentives by the state and federal government.

One of the guys was saying that communities as far away as Florida were seeing school enrollments skyrocketing with New York emigres looking to find schools where their kids would get a decent education.  I imagine a similar thing will be going on in other cities similarly affected.  Certainly, Minneapolis is experiencing a crime epidemic and I’m sure the parents there are looking for a way to escape.  Chicago also sounds like it is melting down.  So, the good times are just flowing in Dementia Joe’s America.  It’s at least a small comfort that the states that voted overwhelmingly for Biden are taking it on the chin big time.  And with the political fall out that the governors of New York and California are suffering lately it is a little less painful to see what the communists are doing to the Former United States.

But here in Free America we don’t give the Wakanda Salute.  We don’t watch sports games where people disrespect the National Anthem of Free America.  We don’t tell our children that they should be ashamed because their skin happens to be fair.  We don’t let teachers fool them about who they are and what is right and wrong.  And our pronouns don’t need to be asked.  They’re self-evident.

Then the get together devolved into an argument about deciding who were the hottest women on television back in the day.  The final match up was between Wrangler Jane on F Troop and Barbara Eden on I Dream of Jeannie.  Well, that should be obvious.

Nothing Left to Fear

When the Dissident Right mocks the people who haven’t given up hope of fixing the country conventionally, their favorite line of ridicule is, “Maybe if we just vote harder next time we’ll win.”  The irony is this time we voted as hard as it is possible to vote and we lost by millions.  Basically, the Democrats proved that they can rig any number of votes necessary to win.

So that’s that.  As the dissidents are fond of saying, “We’re not voting our way out of this.”  A few months ago, I said our choices are Fold, Flee or Fight.  None of those are easy choices to make and I still haven’t decided between Flee or Fight.

But one thing is now better.  I no longer have to be afraid of whatever the next thing the Left manufactures to upset me.  For instance, the latest outrages include:

  • D.C. and Puerto Rico will get statehood.
  • Citizenship for sixty million illegals.
  • Make gun ownership illegal.
  • Criminalize Christianity.
  • Criminalize masculinity.

Whatever.  I don’t care.  Trying to figure out how we can scrape together enough votes in the Senate and the House and how to win back the White House and engineer reliable votes on the Supreme Court is just a stupid game they play with us.  They won’t let us win and we won’t win by voting harder.  When all is said and done, I still have three choices, Fold, Flee or Fight.  And none of the things that the Left can do change those choices.  Sure, if they ban guns then it’ll be harder to fight.  But you have to be willing to fight in order for that disadvantage to even matter.  Outvoting me with DC or Puerto Rico is academic.  They outvote us by fraud.  Why should I care if they increase that voting edge?  Can I lose twice in the same election?  If they officially take away my freedom of speech and religion is that much worse than what is going on right now?  Not really.

Short of sending me to an actual arctic prison camp there really isn’t much that they can do to make things worse.  We already live under a coercive tyranny.  The prospect of the Left making things incrementally worse really isn’t scary anymore for me.

In fact, I almost hope they’ll ratchet things up a whole bunch.  If things got much, much worse then I’ll have to make one of those choices.

So, go ahead Dementia Joe, Cryin’ Chuck and Crazy Nancy.  Declare George Floyd’s Birthday a national holiday.  Get Bruce Jenner crowned as Miss America.  Have Miley Cyrus canonized.

I don’t care.

And that feels great.  None of that crap has anything to do with me.  That’s an alternate reality that I never signed on for.  In my reality Bruce Jenner is a self-mutilated mental patient.  George Floyd was a fentanyl addict that mixed it up with the cops.  Miley Cyrus is an ex-Disney child actress turned attention whore.  Joe Biden is a hack politician and a creepy sexual deviant who likes to paw little girls and women.  Kamala Harris is a literal whore who parlayed her sexual favors into a political career in California.  Nancy Pelosi is a drunk who traded on her father’s name as a politician to enrich her husband’s real estate investments through her patronage.

In my reality human beings have the right to freedom of association, religion, speech and self-defense.  If none of those things exist in the place I currently live maybe that’s a good reason to fight the system or leave.  So, thank you Leftists.  You’re making it easier to do something hard to do.

20JAN2021 – OCF Update – Day One of Post-America

I was talking with some buddies of mine during the nailing up of the scarecrow in DC this morning and we were speculating on what kinds of things we could expect.  The first thing mentioned was that gasoline will be between four and five dollars a gallon as soon as fracking is banned.  That led to speculation about oil company stocks which have been significantly lower in price in the last year because of the COVID collapse in commuting.  We all agreed that they would start rising significantly in price.  Something to think about for long term investors.  A couple of guys brought up that Dementia Joe was sure to start the solar and wind grifts going again just like his old butt buddy Obama back in his Solyndra Scam days.  One guy said there would be a pay day if you get in and out before the collapse that was bound to occur after the scammers sucked the cash out of the government subsidies.  Another guy told him to stick to picking cards in three-card monte games as the odds were better.

I told the guys I’ve begun reading Solzhenitsyn to see if I can pick up any pointers on how to live in a gulag.  They thought that was a little gloomy of me.  But I told them I could see how looking at the Soviet mindset would be valuable.  I wished them a successful end of the week and signed off.

Today is a sad day for anyone who loved this country growing up.  It’s almost as if they thought long and hard at who would be the worst man they could pretend was President of the United States.  Look at the scorecard.  As a politician Dementia Joe was always a mediocre hack.  Recent developments prove that he sold his services to the Chinese and Ukrainians, with his crack addict son Hunter as the bagman.  Intellectually he was known to be a mental midget even in his prime, having been caught plagiarizing smarter people both in school and as a candidate for President.  And now in his dotage he can barely get through a paragraph of teleprompter text without stammering and drawing a blank on what he was trying to say.  He probably is closing in on middle-stage dementia and now we’re going to see him in charge of the nuclear arsenal and the world economy.

But replacing him with his Vice President will be going from the frying pan into the fire.  Willie Brown’s Ho is equally dim-witted and equally dishonest.  And listening to her speak is even worse than suffering through Biden’s jabbering.  Her histrionics during the Democrat debates reminded me of a female mental patient during an emotional breakdown.

I hope to spend some time mocking and lampooning our evil idiots in Washington.  There will be some joy in that.  I hope I can be scurrilous enough that they outrage the other side.  They truly deserve it.  But other than that I’ll spend my time looking for and highlighting activity on our side of the political fence and researching any strategies that will allow us to avoid the fallout of living under the tyranny of the banana republic regime that has been installed.

Just to repeat, this is a sad day for America but we must learn to adapt to these circumstances begin the job of building our own society.  Day One of Post-America survived.