Once President Trump got us out of the Paris Climate Accords and the Iran Nuclear Deal and did away with the Individual Mandate, which pretty much gutted the Affordable Care Act, just about the only legacy item that Barack Obama could still take credit for was re-introducing widespread racial animosity to our nation.
He convinced millions of blacks that if white people simply express a natural human revulsion for the likes of Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson, Jussie Smollett, members of the Black Lives Matter mob, Jim Clyburn, Maxine Waters, Sheila Jackson Lee, Eric Holder, Al Green, Hank Johnson, Loretta Lynch, Alcee Hastings, Ayanna Pressley, Frederica Wilson, Louis Farrakhan or Barack Obama, himself, it’s the same as donning a white hood and burning a cross.
However, when it comes to President Trump, it’s always open season on him, his family and even his advisors.
Consider the constant attacks on Rudy Giuliani, who had been fondly regarded as “America’s Mayor” until he joined forces with the President. Although he tends to be a plain-spoken man, Giuliani had never been accused of a crime until the Democrats decided that loyalty to Trump constituted a felony. These days, he is typically compared to Joseph Goebbels, Hitler’s minister of propaganda, but never, oddly enough, to Valerie Jarrett, who served as Obama’s consigliore.
Nobody ever seemed to question why this black Socialist got to take up residency in the White House and spend eight years living just down the hall from the Obamas.
Mrs. Jarrett is one of the most mysterious people who has ever played an influential role in our national politics. She is the closest thing to Rasputin we’ve ever seen in the White House. One of the few personal facts I have been able to dredge up about her is that she was married for four years in the 1980s and had one daughter. Her enigmatic explanation of her short-lived marriage was “I married without really appreciating how hard divorce would be.”
Something else that the Democrats let pass was that President Obama never referred to a black soldier or a black police officer who was killed while serving his country or his city as the son he never had. Instead, he saved those loving, respectful, words for a black thug named Trayvon Martin.
“Out of sight, out of mind” is an expression that could certainly sum up the various contenders who have dropped out of the running for the Democratic nomination. It’s one thing not to recall that Joe Sestak, Steve Bullock, John Hickenlooper, Mark Sanford, Tim Ryan, Seth Moulton, Mike Gravel, Jay Inslee and Richard Ojeda, were once suffering from the delusion that they might be the next president. Their only real claim to fame is that Moulton had already experienced a predictable defeat when he briefly challenged Nancy Pelosi for the House Speakership in 2018; and Gravel, the 89-year-old former governor of Alaska, explained his sole intention was “to make it to the debate stage in order to push the field to the left.”
Considering that the field continues to include the likes of Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren and Pete Buttigieg, if Gravel had succeeded to push the field any further left, the only folks left on stage would be the cleaning crew.
But the also-rans also included the better known low-IQ likes of Beto O'Rourke, Eric Swalwell, Kirsten Gillibrand and Bill de Blasio.
If you’re anything like me, you look at people like that and shake your heads. What could those morons have been thinking? Did Mayor de Blasio really think that America was anxious to vote for a creep who had not only altered his name but his ancestry when he changed his identity from Warren Wilhelm, Jr. And did he really believe that America was anxious to have as its First Lady a homely black woman who had been a lesbian most of her life?
Democrats don’t seem to appreciate that most Americans put a premium on good sportsmanship. Even when two boxers have spent half an hour trying to bash out each other’s brains, we expect to see them touch gloves at the end of the bout and congratulate each other on having put up a good fight.
But every time a Democrat loses an election, whether it’s Al Gore, Hillary Clinton or Stacey Abrams, all they do is whine and complain that the other guy cheated. Heck, even when Cory Booker failed to garner enough support to land a spot on the debate stage and Kamala Harris failed to generate enough money to support her campaign, they explained their failure by blaming bigots and unfair rules. What neither seemed able to accept is that if bigotry was the answer, it had to be the bigotry of Democrats since Republicans don’t vote in their primaries, and we sure don’t make their debating rules.
When I recently referred to business scams, something I forgot to mention were those money-back-if-not-satisfied guarantees. I would love to know how many people actually go to the trouble and expense of mailing back stuff they’ve ordered off the Internet. I suspect that the manufacturers figure it’s a guarantee they can offer, knowing that most people aren’t going to bother. I think they are far more likely to rewrap the toaster-oven that doesn’t toast or vacuum cleaner that just makes noise and pass it along at Christmastime, turning it into the appliance version of a fruitcake.
Next to the claims that the check is in the mail and that nobody is above the law, probably the most common lie told in America is that you can’t buy an election.
I don’t believe it. George Soros and Charles Koch don’t believe it. And clearly, Michael Bloomberg and Tom Steyer don’t believe it. The two men have already spent a total of $200 million on their campaigns, and that’s with the Iowa primary still a month away, a primary in which Bloomberg isn’t even competing.
In the state of Washington, the legislature, which should be renamed the Politburo, is so demented and hates those capitalist pigs, previously known as landlords, so much, they are seriously considering passing a bill that would prevent eviction of tenants when it’s cold. That would mean that landlords would be forced to provide shelter, including water, heat and electricity, for five months even if the tenants didn’t pay their rent.
It’s becoming increasingly obvious that when Nikita Khrushchev told Richard Nixon that America would become a Communist nation without the Soviet ever having to fire a shot, the old bald guy knew what he was talking about.
I don’t know if it’s true where you live, but here in North Hills, I am constantly seeing Lost Dog posters on lampposts and telephone poles. And when I check out the Neighborhood Network on my computer, there are always rewards being offered by heart-sick pet owners.
What I can’t figure out is what is wrong with these people? Are they so dumb, so lazy or just so thoughtless, that they simply can’t keep their dogs safe and secure?
Even the smartest dogs aren’t unlocking gates or front doors. They’re not like convicts, POWs or Mexican drug dealers who are, respectively, tunneling out of Attica, a Nazi Stalag or Tijuana. Considering how difficult it is for my neighbors to keep track of their canines, I keep expecting to see wanted posters going up begging for the safe return of their two and three-year-old runaways.
Dennis Stockton, who lets me know what’s making Australians laugh, sent along the following.
A financial advisor went out on his own. He was shrewd and hard-working, and when he saw how quickly his business was expanding, he decided he needed in-house counsel. So, he began interviewing young lawyers.
He explained to the first applicant that in such a business as his, personal integrity was essential, and therefore he needed to be certain he could trust the person he hired. “So, tell me, Mr. Hickman, are you an honest lawyer?”
“Am I honest?! I was so anxious to re-pay my father the $15,000 he had lent me for my education, I paid back every cent the minute I tried my first case.” “I’m impressed, Mr. Hickman. What sort of case was it?”
“My father sued me for the money.”