I know, I know…I disappeared for a while. I was at an undisclosed location with Dick Cheney and Elvis.
Man, those guys can party.
Not really.
What’s that? You didn’t even notice my very conspicuous absence? Shocker.
Anyway, my better-half and I decided to hit the open road for about 10 days in a rented Jaguar SUV…and a sweet ride it was. Jet black. Total bad ass.
Black Jags Matter.
Or as I named her…The White Privilegemobile.
Anyway…Lots of hiking and breweries. OK, more breweries than hiking. Either way, who has time to write?
Lots to catch up on.
First, mad respect for Ruth Bader Ginsburg, condolences to her family. I know, she’s a crazy Lib, probably don’t agree with her on one thing.
But credit where credit is due. An American icon, tough as nails broad, a true trailblazer. RIP Ruthie. You done good.
So…this whole kerfuffle over replacing her is complete idiocy. The first thing one must do is recognize the utter hypocrisy of both parties, depending on which side of the fence they’re sitting in this particular circumstance.
It’s a proverbial wash, and should be summarily dismissed as noise.
I’ve heard different numbers thrown around, but suffice it to say…every single President…and there’s been a bunch…with Supreme Court vacancies IN AN ELECTION YEAR, has made a nomination.
Yep. Every single one. The Constitution compels them to do so. Trump carried out his constitutionally required duty in nominating Amy Coney Barrett. Period.
Then it goes to the Senate for “advice and consent.” When the President and the Senate are of the same party, the nominee usually is confirmed. If the Senate is a different party than the President…they usually don’t confirm.
That simple. Nothing even close to unprecedented or nefarious going on here.
So the Democrats and their media appendage that are predictably feigning outrage over this need to just STFU.
I fully expect ACB to be confirmed…but it won’t be pretty. Just ask Brett Kavanaugh.
Obviously, the optics of beating up on a woman are FAR different than a dude. Yet I can pretty much assure you that the Trump-despising Democrats on the Senate Judiciary Committee don’t give a flying fig about that reality.
Pardon The Interruption
Anyone happen to catch that first Trump/Biden debate? Everyone was appalled by the whole thing. I loved it. Because it was great TV. And I LOVE great TV.
I mean, who doesn’t love a good wardrobe malfunction?
I expected Trump would be his obnoxious self and do a lot of interrupting…but he needed to throttle it back a bit. Because it kind of became the WHOLE story.
Most importantly, it gave the dopey media ample opportunity to completely ignore things like Biden refusing to answer whether he supports “packing the courts,” and not even acknowledging the reality of Antifa, nor the violence and destruction they have perpetrated across the country.
Except to spew some milque toast shit like, well, all violence is unacceptable. In fact, he called Antifa an “idea”…like it isn’t real. My God.
Me thinks he lost a lot of independents with that pathetic Antifa rap…and no doubt lost some of the far left nutcakes when he threw AOC’s Green New Deal fantasy AND Medicare-For-All under the bus.
For his part, The Donald landed many policy blows…unfortunately he pretty firmly stepped on his message with his over-zealous interruptions.
And poor Chris Wallace, the Fox News moderator. He lost control of these two septuagenarians like a substitute kindergarten teacher loses control of a room full of five-year-olds all hopped-up on sugar right before Christmas break.
Although, I doubt anyone could have reined in Trump that night. Other than Melania, of course.
Bad Karma
Color me wholly unsurprised with the news that President Trump (and Melania) came down with the Wuhan Flu. In fact, once I heard that one of his closest advisors, Hope Hicks, tested positive…it seemed inevitable.
Prayers and good wishes to The Big Guy for a speedy recovery. And the stunning First Lady, of course.
As expected, the Left and media could barely contain their glee. And many didn’t.
Just a few nauseating examples…
Zara Rahim (I know, who?), some dumb leftist broad who was an Obama White House staffer and 2016 national spokesperson for Crooked Hillary, tweeted the following…
“It’s been against my moral identity to tweet this for the past four years, but, I hope he dies.”
The Queen of Ambiguity she’s not. That miserable bitch has the class of a puss-oozing boil.
And I will submit that a clear majority of Trump-hating Leftists are 150% simpatico with that vile, putrid sentiment. I can’t really prove it, but…
Oh wait…I can…
A Morning Consult/Politico poll taken about a day after Trump’s coronavirus diagnosis showed 40% of Democrats are “happy” that Trump has the Kung Flu, and 30% are actually “excited.”
Relax. I’ll do the math for you…that’s 70%. My advice? Don’t stand anywhere near any of these MF’ers during a lightning storm.
Then there’s some hipster rag in Minneapolis, owned by the Star Tribune Media Company, whose scumbag Editor-In-Chief Emily Cassel wrote, “So President Trump and the First Lady have COVID. Man, anyone else just in a really, inexplicably good mood this morning?”
MSDNC host “Joyless” Reid suggested that President Trump was fabricating his coronavirus diagnosis to “get out of the debates.”
That miserable bitch has the class of a puss-oozing boil. Oh wait, I already used that. Sorry. Still works, though. Little rusty on the one-liners after my road trip.
And in an epic case of wishful thinking, the horrid NY Times openly mused about whether Trump should remain on the ballot at all.
These wackos make “One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest” look like a Mensa documentary.
Social media and cable news are absolutely littered with this excrement. These are sick bastards and evil people. Full stop.
I know I rail on these jerk-off Libs incessantly…and frankly, they deserve every speck of it.
But wishing death on someone? The effing President, no less? Bad Karma. REALLY bad Karma.
Ok, Ok…might I wish a raging case of hemorrhoids on someone? Sure. An ingrown toenail? Probably. Chafing thighs? Oh, most definitely. But…death?
NEVER. And I mean NEVER.
And for the record…I would sooner have Freddy Krueger chasing me with a bloody chainsaw through the pitch black woods than be within 100 miles of Nancy Pelosi with a raging case of hemorrhoids.