Under the moniker of, “It’s impossible to hate the mainstream media propagandists too much”…

Did you see the interview J.D. Vance had with that old battle-axe Martha Raddatz…who looks like Martha Washington…a faux “journalist “ at ABC?

She brings up the Venezuelan Gangs warmly welcomed in by the Biden/Harris Administration that are literally commandeering entire apartment complexes in multiple cities.

She Poo Poo’s the whole thing, saying, “The incidents were limited to a handful of apartment complexes…”

An absolutely stunned Vance responds, “Martha, do you hear yourself?  Only a handful of apartment complexes in America were taken over by Venezuelan gangs, and Donald Trump is the problem, and not Kamala Harris’ open border?”

Speaks for itself.  Un-f*cking-believable. Continue reading →

The desperation of the Left is palpable.  Their panic, as visible as a full moon in a cloudless midnight sky.  Comma La’s campaign of “joy” and “vibes” has quickly morphed into a political Titanic, slamming into a gigantic iceberg of reality.

More like “joyless” and “bad vibes.”  These bastards are more nervous than a cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.

Everyone loves sports analogies.  So much so, I’ll give you two.

Way back in 2006, Dennis Green, the head coach of the hapless Arizona Cardinals, lost a game on a Monday night to the Chicago Bears…DA BEARS!…after blowing a 20-point lead.

In responding to a question in the postgame press conference, a visibly frustrated Green provided one of the most famous outbursts in NFL history, screaming…”THE BEARS ARE WHO WE THOUGHT THEY WERE!!!”

And so it goes with both presidential candidates.

WE KNOW WHO THEY F*CKING ARE!!!  Continue reading →

Isn’t all of this feverish campaigning by Trump and Comma La kinda moot?

I mean, we saw four years of Trump with great policies and great results.  Economy, border, energy, inflation, world peace.  You name it.

Conversely, we saw almost four years of the 180 reversal of said policies, and the abject Hell that followed in both this country and the world.

It’s like if I offered you a big steamy pile of crap between two slices of moldy, green bread …or a beautiful, perfectly cooked Filet Mignon, paired with a mouth-watering lobster tail dripping with warm butter…like, how effing hard of a decision is that?

Still, the polls are stunningly close.  Or are they? Continue reading →