Donald Trump Is the Life of the Party
While I’ve been recuperating with what is presently thought to be a torn rotator cuff (an MRI on Tuesday should confirm it), I’ve been thinking about why I like Donald Trump so much.
While I’ve been recuperating with what is presently thought to be a torn rotator cuff (an MRI on Tuesday should confirm it), I’ve been thinking about why I like Donald Trump so much. Of course, I approve of his politics, but it’s more than that. I can approve of someone’s politics without believing I would care to hang around with them. Sean Hannity and Mark Levin come to mind.
I believe I, as well as many other people, like Trump because he so obviously enjoys life. He loves his crowds and he loves to laugh and make other laugh. He loves his wife and kids. He loves his wealth, but he also loves his meatloaf. Most of all, I like him because he wears his love of America on his sleeve, as well as on his MAGA hat.
Heck, he even enjoys the give-and-take with the despicable Never-Trump media figures.
The Democrats, on the other hand, all come off as angry scolds suffering from mass hysteria. Even after two years of digging into Trump and his associates, they haven’t been able to dredge up a single impeachable offense, but that only seems to infuriate them and make them want to impeach him all the more.
They call the President a racist, but it’s only because they insist that’s the worst thing you can call someone, not because they can come up with proof he is one.
They even call him an anti-Semite, in spite of the fact that his son-in-law, Jared Kushner is an observant Jew and his wife, the President’s beloved daughter Ivanka, converted to Judaism, making three of Trump’s grandchildren Jewish. And this from a political party that can’t even bring itself to pass a resolution denouncing anti-Semitism, fearing blowback from two toxic members of Congress and the Muslims who elected them.
DNC Chairman Tom Perez, who’s even dumber than he looks, broke the news that Fox News will not be allowed to participate in the 2020 Democratic primary debates. Presumably, the Democrats fear that Fox is not capable of adopting the neutral, non-partisan, objective approach for which NBC, ABC, CBS, CNN and MSNBC, are so famous.
Sarcasm aside, it is just this sort of narrow-minded, short-sighted, decision-making that will help cost the Democrats any chance of unseating Donald J. Trump.
We’re all damn lucky that Liberals are not only wrong on the issues, but stupid as well. Otherwise, they could be really dangerous.
While the oafs in Congress run around denying there is a crisis at the border, other than the one that involves keeping hordes of illegals from invading our country, Secretary of Homeland Security Kirstjen Nielsen reported to a congressional committee that Mexicans have been smuggling enough Fentanyl into the U.S. to kill every American twice over.
Moreover, in February, 76,000 illegal aliens entered this country, promising to show up for their court hearings in a couple of years. Naturally, the Democrats don’t view that as newsworthy, let alone troubling. But, February is the shortest month of the year, so that number of invaders averaged out over 365 days, would bring the 2019 total to 988,000. Do you think Schumer, Pelosi and the rest of the flying monkeys would find even that number concerning? No, me, neither.
One of the dirty little secrets of American blacks is that there is a hierarchy among them when it comes to skin tones. Those who are lighter skinned tend to look down on their darker brothers and sisters.
These days, as one might expect, a reverse bigotry has come about. It’s called colorism and it recently came to light that there’s been a backlash or perhaps, more appropriately, a blacklash, at Will Smith’s being signed to portray Richard Williams in an upcoming movie about the father of the tennis-playing sisters, Venus and Serena. What has some morons riled up is that Williams has a darker skin than the Oscar-winning actor.
Perhaps it will lead to a sequel to the best seller “Fifty Shades of Gray” to be called “Fifty Shades of Black.”
It should come as no big surprise that the U.N. has a big say in not only which Muslims will be granted admittance to the U.S. but plays a major role in determining where they will be re-settled.
It was Mohammad’s religious command, identified as the Hijra, that the faithful scatter across the globe and spread the word, by whatever means necessary, to conquer and convert the infidels.
The U.N., being the criminal organization we all know it to be, has seen to it that the majority of the Muslims they have sponsored come from nations that have a particular hatred of America; namely, Afghanistan, Syria and Somalia.
The outfits in charge of this migration are paid billions of dollars to sponsor these people who may be fleeing from war zones, but that doesn’t mean they like America or Americans. It means they accept the cursed Hijra as the word of God.
I recently recalled a couple of Hollywood-related memories I don’t believe I have ever mentioned in print. Once, at a party, I opened the bathroom door and found Eva Marie Saint using the toilet. I exited quickly, feeling embarrassed, until it dawned on me that I wasn’t the one who hadn’t locked the door.
Another, far more traumatizing sight occurred when I went to visit my friend George Kennedy who was recuperating in the hospital.
As I approached his room, I saw that the nurse was walking him slowly down the corridor. Hospital gowns being what they are, I got to see the most enormous backside I had ever encountered. The truth is, I’ve never seen able to look at the Grand Canyon since without thinking of George.
Maggie VanderWoude, who clearly doesn’t groan at puns, sent me a batch of them, starting with “Those who jump off a bridge in Paris are in Seine.”
“A man’s home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.”
“Practice safe eating…always use condiments.”
“Condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion.”
“Dijon vu…the same mustard as before.”
“A hangover is the wrath of grapes.”
“Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.”
“Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?”
“When two egotists meet, it’s an I for an I.”
“What’s the definition of a will? It’s a dead give-away.”
“A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.”
“A midget fortune-teller who escapes from prison is a small medium at large.”
“Acupuncture is a jab well done.”
“Once you’ve seen one shopping center, you’ve seen a mall.”
“Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.”
“Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.”
Th-th-th-th-that’s all, folks!
