Trump: The Truth-Teller
For months, President Trump said the Obama administration was spying on his campaign. It turns out it was.
For months, President Trump said the Obama administration was spying on his campaign. It turns out it was.
For months, President Trump said that neither he nor members of his team were working in cahoots with the Russkies. It turns out they weren’t.
Perhaps the most amazing thing that came out of Robert Mueller’s list of indictments was how amateurish the attempts of Putin’s puppets were in trying to sway the election one way or the other.
Aside from hacking John Podesta’s email by figuring out that his password was “password,” it pretty much consisted of placing a few ads on Facebook and organizing pro-Trump and anti-Trump demonstrations on the same day in New York City. It would appear to the casual observer that the whole conspiracy, which has kept Democratic members of Congress and the palookas working at the FBI and the Justice Department occupied for over a year, is, as that old wordsmith Hillary Clinton would say, a big fat nothing burger.
One might even think the Three Stooges were behind it if, instead of Moe, Shemp and Curly, their names were Misha, Sasha and Kasha.
I was happy to vote for Mitt Romney in 2012 when his opponent was Barack Obama, but now that he’s running for the Senate in Utah — I guess there were no openings in Michigan or Massachusetts — I would vote for anyone opposing him in the primary. The Senate doesn’t need any more Never-Trumpers than it already has.
For a long time, at least as far back as 9/12, we’ve been told if we see something, say something to the FBI. But as we’ve seen in the wake of the Parkland massacre, they were just kidding.
A lot of people, including Nikolas Cruz’s schoolmates, were sending up flares about the cretin, but the FBI shined them all on. I bet, though, that if one of them had alerted the bureau that he’d seen Donald Trump eating borscht at Mar-a-Lago or watching “Dr. Zhivago” on late-night TV, the super sleuths would have been all over it.
My question is why Trump has been so remiss when it comes to the FBI and the Justice Department. First, he waited months before firing James Comey, whereas if he’d done it on Day One, even the Democrats, who believe he’d cost Mrs. Clinton the election, would have tossed confetti in the air.
Then Trump compounded the problem by appointing Jeff Sessions, who reminds me of Miss Mullins, my fussy fourth-grade teacher, to be the attorney general. He promptly recused himself from doing the job he’d just accepted.
Finally, Trump pulled off the trifecta by appointing Chris Wray to replace Comey. Not once in his public statements has Director Wray voiced the slightest bit of outrage over the partisan carryings-on of Comey, McCabe, Strzok, Page or the Ohrs. Instead, like the very model of a bureaucratic toady that he is, Wray continues providing cover for the Deep Staters still hunkered down at the bureau.
The failure of the FBI to follow up on any of the reports targeting Nikolas Cruz gives Trump the perfect excuse to dump the incompetent. After all, it’s not too great a stretch to suggest that the FBI was an unwitting accomplice in the senseless murders of 17 Floridians.
Moreover, had Trump not selected Sessions to head up the Justice Department, the geezer would have run and won the Senate seat the GOP promptly lost in Alabama.
On the chance that the only reason Trey Gowdy has decided to give up his House seat is because he can no longer bear being in the presence of nincompoops like Nancy Pelosi, Maxine Waters, Adam Schiff and Debbie Wasserman Schultz, I would give him his choice of taking over the FBI or the Justice Department.
I would then offer the job he didn’t take to Rudy Giuliani.
Sen. Schumer and his colleagues seem happy enough to keep the immigration debate going through the 2018 elections, believing their position that protecting the so-called Dreamers takes precedence over securing our borders and ending chain migration and the visa lottery will carry them to victory.
I suspect it’s a losing strategy. But by this time, I suppose they’ve grown accustomed to losing elections.
If I were a cynic, I’d suggest that so long as Schumer and Pelosi can curry favor with their voting blocs, ensuring their own victories and their continued leadership roles, they don’t really mind their party being in the minority. For one thing, with Trump in the Oval Office, they know they wouldn’t be able to pass any legislation even if they cared to try. And why would they want to? After all, the last time they passed anything, it was the toxic Affordable Care Act, which promptly cost them their majorities. This way, they don’t even have to go through the motions.
Something I didn’t hear anyone talk about in the wall-to-wall coverage of the Parkland massacre was the name of the high school that was the scene of the terrible carnage. High schools are often named after American presidents, after the streets on which they’re located or local notables, but I had never heard of one that was stuck with such a clumsy moniker as Marjory Stoneman Douglas.
It seems she was an environmental zealot before such people were as plentiful as sand fleas and as well-paid as they are today. She is credited with having saved the Everglades, although I don’t think I’d care to have it on my tombstone that I had devoted decades to keep a swamp from being drained and developed so that people, rather than alligators, would have a place to live and breed.
With the hypocrisy for which liberals are so well-known, Mrs. Douglas admitted that she had rarely visited the Everglades, which she described as “too buggy, too wet, too generally inhospitable.” Still, she was always willing to go to the mat to keep it that way.
She lived to the age of 108, due in no small part to avoiding the Everglades as much as possible. She did mention for some reason that she had been celibate once she divorced Mr. Douglas, which was 83 years prior to her death.
Although she boasted that celibacy left her with a lot of time and emotion to devote to her various causes, she did suffer three nervous breakdowns in her life. Finding a possible connection is something I’ll leave to others.
I’m wondering if any of the members of the local school board are having breakdowns of their own. After all, in 2013, they adopted a policy of not relaying information about troubled students deemed potential threats to the police.
So, we’ve gone from cities and states not cooperating with law enforcement to school boards doing the same.
If I were a Parkland survivor, I’d definitely be considering a lawsuit against the Board for facilitating the murder of my son or daughter.
You never know where wisdom might be lurking until you trip over it. While looking up something, I came across this quote by Tommy Smothers: “There’s a general dumbing down of everybody in this country. It just keeps going and going to the point where it’s all mean-spirited and vulgar. It not only affects comedy, it affects film. It affects literature. It’s pervasive on the radio. There’s that guy Howard Stern and all that smart ass, vulgar, sexual pretending, like they’re expanding freedom of speech. They ought to add an amendment to the First Amendment that says there shall also be freedom of hearing.”
John Lewis, the pride of Richmond, Virginia, suggests that marriage is like a deck of cards. “In the beginning, all you need are two hearts and a diamond. After a while, you might be looking for a club and a spade.”
