The Left Coast is Finding Out What Zero Carbon Means, the Hard Way.

California, Oregon and Washington (also known as the Left Coast) are some of the most progressive parts of the United States.  And one particularly rabid part of their agenda is green energy.  They have been punishing the oil companies for anything and everything they could think of for more than the last twenty-five years.

And now they’ve succeeded in convincing the oil companies to get outta Dodge.  That right.  California used to be a large-scale extractor and refiner of petroleum.  But those days are over and now the state no longer produces enough oil to cover the gasoline and other petroleum energy products it needs.  And this is even worse for Oregon which has a very tenuous lifeline of gasoline that travels through a single pipeline.  Oregon has literally zero oil refining capacity.  Oregon’s woman governor sent a letter to Shell Oil begging them to return to the state.  She promised tax subsidies and protection from environmental harassment.  They said no thanks.  After losing money on all their ventures on the Left Coast they’ve permanently moved on to working with the more lucrative LNG projects elsewhere on the planet.

Now Washington state has a less dire situation but only by comparison.  These states convinced themselves that electric cars and solar panels were the imminent future of transportation and energy production.  But none of that turned out to be true.  Now they’ve realized late in the game that they’ve chased away they petroleum industry and left themselves without the fuel stocks they need just to keep their economies running.  Now isn’t that special!

So, what’s my point?  Well, basically I’m just gloating.  Schadenfreude is a large part of the pleasure for us on the Right, here in the era of Trump.  I extract enormous satisfaction from watching morons like Newsom and Oregon’s Governor Tina Kotek panic when they discover that fossil fuels still provide the power that keeps their fantasylands from collapsing back into the stone age.  And that they’ve effectively driven away the people who provide these extremely valuable resources.  Listening to them beg grown-ups to give them another chance just does my heart good.

If you watch that first video, you’ll hear that Oregon predicts that if there is a pipeline problem anytime soon $9-$12 a gallon gasoline will be very likely.  Now think about what that will do to the cost of living.  All I can say is it couldn’t happen a nicer bunch.

Alright, I guess that’s enough gloating for now.

Ice Spikes

I’ve got guests this week and Camera Girl is killing the fatted calf and there will be much rejoicing.  And there is not as much time for writing.  But still enough.  Today I’m in an upbeat mood.  No doom and gloom today.

I went out and scraped some ice off the driveway and bought about five hundred pounds of tubesand (yes, that’s a real thing) and scratch it into the ice with a garden rake and voila! Traction.  And I’ve been exposed to the joys of ice spikes and chains that can be attached to boots or shoes.  With these wonder devices I can sneer at glass smooth ice fields.  I feel like some kind of winter super hero.  New vistas have opened up.  Even the dogs; those canine klutzes, are now in awe of my agility and speed on ice fields.  So yeah, I’ve fully adapted to winter and relish the next snowstorm.  But just in time for my new attitude I read that warmer weather and rain is due by Wednesday.  Bah.

Well, I listened to a bunch of lefty loons today.  Eric Holder, Joy Reid, Claire McCaskill, Gretchen Whitmer, Rachel Maddow, Kamala Harris, James Carville, David Axelrod and on and on and on.  And they’re all freaking out.  Trump’s Hitler and he’s going to open concentration camps and he’s going to force women to wear those funny costumes from the Handmaid’s Tale and travel around the country in Air Force One groping them randomly and he’s going to paint the White House gold.  And OUR DEMOCRACY!

Wonderful.  It’s wonderful to see them running in circles trying to figure out how to make Nikki Haley the Republican nominee for president.  And they can’t make up their minds whether Biden must get out of the race right now or that he must be the nominee but younger, smarter, faster and better than the doddering old doofus who keeps showing up at the White House podium announcing which airstrikes he’s approving against people whose name he can’t pronounce, never mind locate on a map.

Next Tuesday is the New Hampshire primary and presently it looks like Trump will win that too, even though so many Democrat ringers will be crossing the border from Massachusetts to vote that it might temporarily raise the IQ of Massachusetts by ten or twenty points.  It’s said that if he beats her by fifteen points the nomination is more or less decided.  And the prospect of this has Bill Kristol and the rest of the GOP establishment going crazier than the Democrats.  The Bulwark and the Atlantic have called in suicide prevention professionals to coax most of their RINO pundits off the ledge.

Now does all this mean Trump is a shoo-in to win the November election?  Oh, far from it.  States are trying to ban Trump from the ballots and you know the absentee ballots are being printed up by fraud squads in all the precincts of Philadelphia, Atlanta, Detroit and various other Democrat strongholds across the swing states.  There will be cheating on a scale that will make 2020 look fair and transparent.  No, there’s every chance they’ll cheat us again.

But today I don’t care.  I won’t borrow the trouble that’s due in ten months.  Why should I?  I’m just luxuriating in the agita and panic radiating off of these mental midgets.  They’re honestly scared and that’s just fine by me.  People do stupid things when they’re scared and that’s what we need.  They need to say stupid things, which they are.  That shows who they really are and that makes them look unhinged to moderates and independents.  And that’s a good look for them going into this election season.

The second half of January is starting pretty well.  Everyone’s healthy and working hard so what else can I ask for in this lunatic asylum called America?  Our enemies are scared.  We need to pay attention to our own affairs and stay alert to what is going on in the outside world.  It’s a dangerous place and requires a lot of careful thought to navigate safely.  Keep your balance and don’t slip on the ice.

Fear and Loathing Wrapped Up in a Box

Anyone who claims to know incontestably who will be sworn in as president in January of 2025 is either delusional or a Bond villain who can control the future through five-dimensional chess manipulation of world events.  The rest of us can just fuss and fret.  But one thing is absolutely true.  The pundits on the Left have completely lost their minds about the current polls.  All and sundry are writing articles that sound like they have foam spouting from their noses, mouths and ears, while screeching to the heavens that Donald Trump is the bastard love-child of Vlad the Impaler and Catherine the Great and that he will swill the blood of innocents and pile up mountains of Leftists’ skulls around the White House.

Now granted, I could only wish this were true.  Even the idea of Nancy Pelosi and OAC lashed on the pillory makes my mouth water.  But alas, none of their rabid imaginings is even slightly accurate.  Trump is a conventional American citizen.  His delusions of grandeur are of the monetary variety.  He would like to be much wealthier than he is but he has no blood lust.  Mores the pity.

For the most part these dire predictions of a Caesarian coup d’état are a scare tactic meant to frighten voters into seeing Dementia Joe as the lesser of two evils.  And I have to give them credit.  The sheer volume of their caterwauling has been impressive.  It seems like the Atlantic has devoted all their resources to seeing just how many separate “authors” they can convince to provide these hysterical hit pieces on the subject.  And the Washington Post and the New York Times are not far behind in the project.  My favorite is Joe Scarborough ranting about how Joe Biden is the friend of “Big Oil” and therefore Trump’s promise to “drill baby drill” is an empty one because we’re already doing everything that can be done to bring down the price of oil.  Morning Joe in this clip is apoplectic.  When his demented partner Mika Brzezinski tries to interject a comment, it looked like he wanted to slap her to keep from being interrupted.  But, so what?  What good does it do that these people are bouncing off the walls and spinning out of control?

Well, no physical good.  None of us can put money in the bank from it.  It doesn’t shorten Joe Biden’s term in office.  Certainly not.  But there is such a thing as schadenfreude.  There is a satisfaction that can be had from watching the people who hate you, suffer, even if the suffering is merely baseless psychotic panic.  It’s still fun.  In fact, maybe it’s even more fun because it’s completely a figment of their fevered imaginations.

Now in a way it’s not completely baseless panic.  Some of it is a flashback to election night 2016 when against all odds Hillary Clinton went down in flames.  I remember Rachel Maddow and such other idiots as Miley Cyrus screeching and sobbing and mourning the end of the world; “It was her turn!”  The idea of Trump coming back haunts their dreams and frightens them out of their tiny wits.  So, imagining that their fear is a well founded one based on Trump’s bottomless evil plans to destroy “our democracy” makes sense of their fear.

So even though nothing tangible accrues to me by reading these screeds I read them for the pure enjoyment of experiencing the fear of these awful people.  So, all you lefty scribes, keep it coming.  It’s the nicest Christmas present you could give me.  Ho, ho, ho.

Kevin McCarthy Struggling to Find Enough Votes to Become Speaker of the House

Kevin McCarthy has so far been unable to assemble the 218 votes he needs to become Speaker of the House in January.  The usual suspects in the GOP establishment are wringing their hands and warning that to resist McCarthy’s accession to the Speaker’s gavel would be madness.  Some representatives who despise McCarthy have floated Steve Scalise’s name.

Rep. David Valadao (R-CA) said, “Steve Scalise is a good friend of mine, but he himself and many others have said they’re supporting McCarthy and will continue to support McCarthy. Again, there is no Plan B here. The plan is to get him elected as speaker. At the end of the day — we could be there two, three days — it doesn’t really matter. The majority of the conference understands that without him, we wouldn’t even be having this debate.”

That may be, but apparently McCarthy is worried and so he is making concessions to his opponents.

The embattled California Republican is offering a congressional rule change that would make it easier to remove a House speaker in exchange for his ascension to the post. McCarthy’s offer would lower the threshold required for a motion to vacate the chair — a parliamentary gambit that forces a vote on retaining the speaker.

“Currently, because of rules change pushed through by Democratic Speaker Nancy Pelosi, only a member of the House leadership can offer a motion to vacate. Conservative House Republicans are pushing for that standard to be repealed, allowing any one member to force a vote on the speaker at any time.”

Well, well, well.  Some of the new congressmen don’t want the establishment hack to sell out their constituents.  If you ask me that’s pretty damn good.  It may not accomplish a thing but it restores faith that not every last politician in Washington is a fink.

Look, McCarthy will end up the Speaker and he will cut the usual deals with the Democrats that sell us out and make him a zillionaire.  But the fact that some of the reps are even trying to get some leverage over their future boss is a minor miracle from my point of view.

It at least shows that there’s an awareness of what the voters think of McCarthy and so these reps are at least trying to show that they’ll do more than just stand by and let the Uniparty sell us out according to standard operating procedure.

This is hardly a stunning victory.  It’s not even a feel-good story.  Let’s call this a tiny first step in the right direction.  But it’s a nice sequel to the ejection of Liz Cheney and most of the other Never-Trump impeachment traitors.  Let’s just call it a little creative schadenfreude.

Don’t Panic.  Pick Up the Flamethrower

Facebook crashes and burns, Musk guts the Twitter mafia, the Fetterman debate, Biden continues to spin his tale of a bizzarro world where inflation is low and he’s the most popular man in the world, the State Department muses about nuclear first strike over Ukraine, Chuck Schumer tells Biden the bad news about the Georgia senate race, Oregonians might elect a Republican governor.  And on and on and on.

The weirdness has metastasized.  Even Democrat voters have stopped claiming that “things are alright.”  We’ve reached the Howard Beale stage of things where almost everyone is confused, scared and angry all at the same time.  And I’m really happy about that.  I’ve been waiting for years for the rest of the idiots to catch up to where I’ve been for a decade.  And I count myself as one of the idiots.  Maybe I’m just a little less stupid than the rest of them.  Or maybe I was just a little more involved in what was playing out on the national stage.

The real reason is because I’m extremely vindictive.  I’ve taken personally all the lies I was fed twenty some odd years ago during the War on Terror and I want pay back.  I’m just as interested in seeing Mitch McConnell lose his job as I am in seeing Joe Biden go to jail.

So, it’s a great relief to see so many catatonic Americans open their eyes for the first time in their lives and realize that they’ve entrusted their country to incompetent ideologues who believe in things that don’t exist.

It’s good to see that America is getting a sense of what abandoning petroleum feels like.  It feels like poverty.  That’s a valuable lesson to learn.

So, this week I’m soaking in all of the rage, fear and panic that the Democrats are radiating around them and the confusion and lies that the media is pumping out.  I’m floating on my back in a warm ocean of schadenfreude and it’s wonderful.  There was a great video of a doofus from MSNBC interviewing Republican voters from Western Pennsylvania.  She’s trying to get them to say that January 6th is a terrible thing and any politicians who were there should be shunned.  And they’ll have none of it.  They scoff at her and compare it to the larger riots during the “George Floyd summer of love.”  The expression on the face of the woman interviewing them was a deer in the headlights look.  She couldn’t believe that they wouldn’t let themselves be shamed into condemning the protestors.  It was glorious.

I’m trying not to get too charged up by the good news that seems to come out of every poll I read.  There’s nothing worse than the let down after being subjected to a fraudulent election.  Especially when it’s brutally obvious that massive fraud is slowly being unrolled before your eyes.

But there’s no reason not to enjoy this run up to the election.  Listening to the excuses and bitterness as everything goes wrong for the Left is deeply soothing.  It puts a bounce in my step and a smile in my heart.  Just hearing Liz Cheney talk about how noble and honorable it is for her to sell her party out and support the Democrats makes me feel all the better about her failure to get re-elected and the bigger failure of her January 6th Hearings.  Very soon she’ll be carrying her box of stolen office supplies home from her cushy former office in the Capitol building.  And once the new Republican majority is in charge of the House no one will ever remember who Liz Cheney was.  And the receptionists will let her know that whichever Congressman or Senator she wants to speak to is not available but they’ll be sure to send her a fund-raiser envelope in the mail, have a nice day.

Tonight, I watched my favorite giant radioactive insect movie, Them!  Unsurprisingly James Whitmire (as Sgt. Ben Peterson) is, once again, killed by the powerful mandibles of a giant carpenter ant.  No matter how many times I yell out, “No Ben don’t try to get in the pipe.  Pick up the flame thrower, dammit man pick up the flame thrower!”  But he was too cocky.  When he heard the stridulations of the giant ant, he first lifted the second little boy into the exit pipe and then tried to exit that way himself.  Obviously, he should not have picked up the child but calmly and efficiently picked up the flame thrower that was nearby, pointed it at the murderous mega-insect and charbroiled the wretched invertebrate.  Then he could have exited with the kid at his leisure.

What is it about giant insects that makes otherwise rational public servants so erratic?  C’est la vie.

Woke Advocacy Groups Paralyzed by — Wokism! Hilarity Ensues

I read most of this article.  It was long and boring and loaded with leftist jargon related to the constant in-fighting and bickering that causes organizations like Planned Parenthood, the ACLU, BLM and many others to spend all their time fighting their management over perceived racial and gender slights instead of doing their work.

That the institute has spent the course of the Biden administration paralyzed makes it typical of not just the abortion rights community — Planned Parenthood, NARAL Pro-Choice America, and other reproductive health organizations had similarly been locked in knock-down, drag-out fights between competing factions of their organizations, most often breaking down along staff-versus-management lines. It’s also true of the progressive advocacy space across the board, which has, more or less, effectively ceased to function. The Sierra Club, Demos, the American Civil Liberties Union, Color of Change, the Movement for Black Lives, Human Rights Campaign, Time’s Up, the Sunrise Movement, and many other organizations have seen wrenching and debilitating turmoil in the past couple years.

This is familiar to anyone who has worked at one of these woke corporations that spends all its time henpecking its employees about diversity, equity and inclusion.  All of the day is spent in meetings with aggrieved groups that want to litigate their grievances with the company instead of doing their work.

But think about how much worse it must be in companies where their stock in trade is leftist outrage like Planned Parenthood.  And what a delicious paradox.  They can’t take advantage of the Biden Administration to inflict even more wokism because they are busy torturing their management about their own grievances.

Here’s a quote from a director of one of these lefty organizations.

“To be honest with you, this is the biggest problem on the left over the last six years,” one concluded. “This is so big. And it’s like abuse in the family — it’s the elephant in the room that no one wants to talk about. And you have to be super sensitive about who the messengers are.”  And then, sometime in the summer, the forward momentum stalled, and many of the progressive gains lapsed or were reversed. Instead of fueling a groundswell of public support to reinvigorate the party’s ambitious agenda, most of the foundation-backed organizations that make up the backbone of the party’s ideological infrastructure were still spending their time locked in virtual retreats, Slack wars, and healing sessions, grappling with tensions over hierarchy, patriarchy, race, gender, and power.  “So much energy has been devoted to the internal strife and internal bullshit that it’s had a real impact on the ability for groups to deliver.”  “My last nine months, I was spending 90 to 95 percent of my time on internal strife. Whereas [before] that would have been 25-30 percent tops,” the former executive director said. He added that the same portion of his deputies’ time was similarly spent on internal reckonings.”

Ah, the delicious schadenfreude.  Thinking about the executives at these woke companies being harangued and accused of not being woke enough by their protected minorities is hilarious.  That is the Achilles Heel of these companies.  They are filled up with nuts.  And now that they’ve been inspired by the George Floyd revolution they can’t be controlled by their employers.  Hopefully they’ll burn their companies down and then end up unemployed, starving and miserable.

Democrats Declare Manchin “Hitler.”  Actual Hitler Sues for Identity Theft from Hell.

Ah, Democrat butt hurt.  There’s nothing like it.  Listen to these howls of pain and fury:

  • Mehdi Hasan

What’s worse – that Manchin is killing the Biden legislative agenda, and perhaps the future of American democracy too, or that he wasted most of this year dragging this whole thing out to do it *and* wasted half of the time that Dems control Congress and the White House.

  • Jennifer ‘pro-voting’ Rubin

If Manchin is no on both BBB and voting, Biden is done. Democracy is hanging by a thread. Hard to think of anyone more destructive

  • Wajahat Ali

Entire nation of more than 330 million hijacked & screwed by corporate greed & lobbyists who own a man whose represents a state of 1.8 million people. I hope all of this reflects the need for massive structural reform and change. In its absence we’re a shell of a democracy.

 

That bald-headed black Congresswoman from Massachusetts, Elvis Presley or whatever it is, was shrieking about Manchin moving the goal posts and not bargaining in good faith and failing Joe Biden.  She looked like she wanted to roast him on a spit and eat him for lunch.  When Mehdi Hasan, Jennifer Rubin, Wajahat Ali and the bald black chick tell me that, “Democracy is hanging by a thread,” then I’m all in baby.  All I want to know is where is the thread?  I’ve brought my scissors.  Because if this is American democracy then I’m ready to try what’s behind door number two.

I have no idea whether Manchin is as honest as the day is long or as crooked as a corkscrew but he’s ruining Christmas for the evil party and that’s a wonderful gift for me.  They adjourned for the year and Joe Manchin made Bernie Sanders sad.  He looked and sounded like that old man on his porch yelling at those darn kids who put the bag of flaming dog crap on his welcome mat.

And speaking of crap, Dementia Joe is giving a speech on Tuesday to warn us that omicron will get us if we don’t watch out.  Well, he’s too late.  Christmas is upon us and he won’t have time to ruin my holiday.  After Dr. Jill gets the secret service to clean Joe off with a fire hose, he can be strapped down all snug in his psych ward and electroshocked into catatonia until Valentine’s Day.  Sure, we’re stuck with this loser for another three years but at least everyone knows he’s a degenerate crook and we don’t have to pretend we respect him.  We can hope that the rest of his agenda is stymied and he’s reduced to yelling at the invisible audience in his virtual West Wing office where he makes the speeches that no one listens to.  Hopefully Kamala has a hit put out on him soon and we can start driving her crazy right after the mid-terms.

So maybe Manchin gets panicked and gives in on January Second.  Nobody knows.  But right now, I’m happy and they’re miserable.  I call it a win.

When Satan Whines Something Good Happened

There have been countless articles on our side trumpeting the awful prospects the Dems face in 2022.  But it’s when they tell themselves that you know just how bad it is.  At the end he tries to come up with a scenario where the reconciliation bill gets done and inflation disappears and the supply chain problems heal themselves and, and and.  There’s nothing like a nice dollop of schadenfreude right before a wonderful family feast to put a smile on  my face.