You’re Fired!
If Omarosa Manigault Newman was a dog — and who’s to say she’s not? — she’d be the kind that bites the hand that feeds her. Frankly, I have no idea why Donald Trump decided that of all the people in the world, he would bestow such favors on her. First, he gave her a platform on his TV show, “The Apprenticeship,” where, I’ve heard, she made a name for herself as a backstabber, and then gave her a job in his administration as an advisor, although I can’t imagine what sort of advice she could possibly provide.
If Omarosa Manigault Newman was a dog — and who’s to say she’s not? — she’d be the kind that bites the hand that feeds her. Frankly, I have no idea why Donald Trump decided that of all the people in the world, he would bestow such favors on her. First, he gave her a platform on his TV show, “The Apprenticeship,” where, I’ve heard, she made a name for herself as a backstabber, and then gave her a job in his administration as an advisor, although I can’t imagine what sort of advice she could possibly provide.
Normally, I would have suspected she would be kept around for the same reason that Bill Clinton kept Monica Lewinsky handy. But, surely, if that had been the case, Omarosa would have mentioned that in her book, Unhinged, instead of dwelling on nonsense about Trump’s being a racist.
I can’t speak for everyone, although I’ve never understood why not, but doesn’t the fact that he hired her in the first place persuasively disprove that accusation?
It is something I have often seen in the past with black athletic coaches. They will be hired to oversee the football or basketball program at some college, and after a few years when the losing seasons begin to pile up and they’re let go, they sue, insisting that the college is run by racists, ignoring the fact that these are the same “racists” who hired them in the first place.
What’s worse — mainly because the entire world often seems to have gone off its meds — these schmucks win their lawsuits more often than not.
The fact that so many news shows, including “Meet the Press,” have been inviting Omarosa on to promote her book is further proof of how desperate the media is to smear Trump that they would stoop to pretending that she is peddling anything but trash. Additional proof is the fact that Unhinged is being listed as nonfiction on the Best Seller lists.
Even the woman’s name strikes me as villainous. “Omarosa” sounds like a serious skin disease and, although it’s probably just me, every time I see “Manigault” in print, it looks like “malignant.”
A person walking around with a name like that is someone I would suspect of kidnapping 101 Dalmatian puppies in order to make a coat out of them.
At long last, Peter Strzok has been fired by the FBI. There hasn’t been enough time for a ghostwriter to pump out a book with Strzok’s name on it, but you can be sure it will be coming out prior to the midterm elections. I’m also predicting he will soon be hosting a show on MSNBC.
The question is why it took so long for the FBI to give him the boot. Another question is why there were people at the bureau who thought he should have been let off with a two-month suspension. If the FBI has any hope, no matter how slim, of ever winning back its credibility, even the suggestion that Strzok should have gotten off with a slap on the wrist is counterproductive.
Speaking of which, a couple of months ago, I heard a rumor that several FBI agents were ready and eager to testify against the likes of Comey, McCabe, Strzok, Page, and Ohr. What ever happened to them? Were they all transferred to the FBI station in Anchorage, Alaska, or have they been shoveled into the Federal Witness Program, never to be heard from again?
If there’s one thing that Americans can do without, it’s the notion that there’s one set of laws and one set of rules for public officials and another, far more draconian set for us peasants.
Clearly, though, that is the way it works. Sen. Robert Menendez accepted bribes and didn’t go to jail; Charley Rangel didn’t pay his income taxes and didn’t go to jail; Bill and Hillary Clinton accepted bribes from China and Russia, divulged security secrets, and laundered money through their phony foundation and didn’t go to jail; James Comey, Peter Strzok, Andrew McCabe, Lois Lerner, Eric Holder, James Clapper, Bruce Ohr, Lisa Page, Susan Page, and Barack Obama have all committed federal crimes,and didn’t go to jail.
If I ever decided to rob a bank, I would make sure I first won an election.
Oddly enough, the only place that doesn’t work is in, of all places, one of the most corrupt places on earth: Illinois.
Of their last seven governors, four have ended up in prison. First was Otto Kerner (1961-1968), followed by Dan Walker (1973-1977), George Ryan (1999-2003), and Rod Blagojevich (2002-2009).
At Joliet, I’ve heard they have a cell set aside called The Governor’s Suite.
As you may have heard, Keith Ellison, who is trying to become the first Muslim Attorney General of Minnesota, has been accused by his longtime girlfriend of having physically and verbally abused her.
He long boasted of being the first Muslim elected to the House of Representatives, and he is, of course, the number two guy, just behind Tom Perez, at the DNC. Normally, I would have celebrated the fact that he is abandoning Congress, but if the #MeToo movement puts his political career in the trash can along with Minnesota’s Al Franken, my cup will truly runneth over.
As you may or may not have heard, the Oscars, in a desperate attempt to get people to tune in to see unlikeable, overpaid, leftist elitists collect awards they don’t deserve, has created a new category. Organizers are calling it Outstanding Achievement in Popular Film. In other words, they have finally come to understand that nobody wants to see Oscars going to movies nobody has any desire to see and that few have ever even heard of.
Because the Motion Picture Academy is always telling us that a billion people are tuned in to watch, you would assume that the Best Picture winners would be as well-known as, say, “Casablanca,” “On the Waterfront,” and “Ben-Hur.”
How about a little test? See if you can guess which of the following movies have won Oscars over the past dozen years: “Slumdog,” “Crash,” “No Country for Old Men,” “Moonlight,” “The Shape of Water,” “Argo,” “12 Years a Slave,” “The Departed,” “Spotlight,” “Birdman.” If you guessed every other one, you’d be wrong. They all won.
Frankly, I don’t think that knowing that one of the little gilt-plated statuettes will be going to a movie based on a comic book that cost $200 million to produce and grossed $600 million will increase the ratings, but what do I know? I still can’t figure out how it is that Dana Andrews, Joseph Cotten, and Edward G. Robinson were never even nominated.
Over a recent weekend, we got to see the masked goons of antifa attack cops in Charlottesville and Washington, DC, with bottles and eggs and then heard them being described on TV as anti-fascists.
NBC, which had one of its cameramen assaulted and had his camera busted, didn’t even cover it lest anyone get the idea that it’s in the news business.
So far as I could tell, the cops pretty much stood around and took it, thanks to mayors who want to stay on the side of left-wing mobsters.
I do wonder who writes the material for the street thugs. I mean, when hundreds of people suddenly start chanting stuff like “No borders! No walls! No USA at all!” and “You better face it! All Cops are racists,” they’re not ad-libbing. Some ink-stained wretch is actually sitting home writing the stuff. I don’t expect George Soros is paying him a lot — not if he’s getting away with rhyming “face it” with “racists.”
Understand, I’m not offering my services, but you’d think they’d at least reach out to me.
Penny Alfonso let me know that if she had a dollar for every gender there is, she’d have two dollars and a wallet full of counterfeit bills.
Bert Black reports that an elderly gentleman walked into an upscale cocktail lounge. He was very well-dressed, his hair neatly groomed, a flower in his lapel, and smelling slightly of an expensive aftershave.
Seated at the bar was an equally classy-looking woman in her mid-70s.
As she appeared to be unescorted, he approached and sat down beside her.
After ordering a martini, stirred, not shaken, he turned to her and said: “So, tell me…do I come here often?”
