Thanks for Nothing, Barack!
I keep wondering if the current rioting, looting and burning, would have taken place if President Obama hadn’t been a race pimp, always ready to demean the police and to provide cover for black hooligans.
This morning, while walking Angel, I encountered a woman walking her dog. She was white, seemed to be in her early 40s and was perfectly pleasant, but she was wearing a Black Lives Matter shirt.
Clearly, she has fallen hook, line and sinker, for the media’s message that this is a perfectly fine group of people who are seeking racial justice rather than the gang of left-wing activists we know them to be; street rabble who will do anything in their power to ensure that President Trump isn’t re-elected and that America, in the words of Barack Obama, is radically transformed.
I doubt if the lady with the dog knew that the BLM agenda calls for overthrowing the government; paying race-based reparations out of her own pocket; and turning white-owned property (including her home) over to black people. She wears a shirt supporting a racist group, but I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t appear in public waving a hammer-and-sickle flag or sporting a swastika armband. It just goes to show how easily villainy succeeds when left-wing politicians and the media get behind a mob of barbarians.
General Mark Milley, along with all those retired generals and former admirals are making fools of themselves when they essentially link arms with the likes of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Ilhan Omar, Rashida Tlaib, Joe Biden, Antifa, Joe Scarborough, John Brennan and Don Lemon, and attack Trump over his tweets or because they regard him as boorish.
Well, for all I know, it’s possible that Charles Martel slurped his soup and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, but when the Muslim hordes invaded Europe in the 8th century, he was the one at the Battle of Tours who prevented the continent from being over-run by the scum from the Middle East.
In Atlanta, they were preparing to throw a state funeral for a black man named Rayshard Brooks who was killed after wrestling two police officers to the ground and stealing one of their tasers. In Chicago, 14 people, including a 3-year-old black child, were killed and another 88 people were shot but survived over the Father’s Day weekend.
But even Al Sharpton said nothing because it was just another typical couple of days of black people killing black people.
Ever since the BLM has called for either defunding the cops or eliminating them altogether, murders have spiked in New York, L.A, Baltimore and Minneapolis.
In the nation of CHOP, located in downtown Seattle, a 19 year old black man was shot by another black man, and other black men prevented the cops from taking him to the hospital. So he bled out on the streets of the newly formed nation.
In Seattle, the mayor and the city council have prohibited the cops from using tear gas or rubber bullets to disperse a crowd, meaning they can only use batons or their service revolvers. Which means, the cops can’t do anything because if they’re filmed busting black heads or shooting black thugs wielding machetes and AR-15’s they know they’ll be the ones arrested even if they’re trying to rescue a dying black man.
Donald Trump has requested that there be a fourth presidential debate, but Biden’s people aren’t going for the bait. In fact, Biden does so much better in the polls when he remains bunkered down in his basement, nobody should be surprised if his handlers try to use the coronavirus as an excuse not to hold any debates.
My suggestion is that if that should come to pass, Trump debate with an empty podium. If they want to go to a little extra trouble, they can have someone wearing a Biden mask deliver Biden’s actual statements and allow Trump to respond. Or maybe they could skip the stand-in and just let people hear Biden’s voice, perhaps reminding us once again that he’s running for the Senate.
But that would be only the beginning. Imagine the fun that Trump could have when over the P.A. system, he hears Biden refer to his former boss as Barack America; that the number one problem facing this nation’s middle class is a three letter word, J-O-B-S; or his candid admission that “I can tell you folks, I’ve known eight presidents…. three of them intimately.”
Whereas, our elected officials are gutless wonders when it comes to dealing with burners and looters, Israel has come up with a perfect solution. It’s even better than the fire hoses I proposed once the pinheads took to the streets in Minneapolis.
Because Israel is constantly having to deal with violent young protesters at their nation’s borders, they have developed water cannons that shoot what they call a skunk spray. It is perfectly harmless, even to drink, but it smells like a combination of road kill and human excrement. Even the Arab teenagers and twentysomethings who rarely bathe immediately race for the showers.
Although it’s not a profession that would appeal to me, mainly because of the sort of people I’d have to associate with, I can see the allure of politics.
For one thing, you don’t have to pass any sort of test or even have a high school diploma to qualify. You can be any height or weight; be gay, bi or even a transgender; and while there is generally a minimum age requirement, you’re never too old to hold office.
What’s more, there’s no heavy-lifting involved and you only need to be a little bit brighter than the schmucks who vote for you.
A guy named Mike has come up with a novel idea. He would like to see some enterprising individual with a can of black paint remove the letter “v” from Lives, so those signs painted on city streets would read Black Lies Matter. “Because,” as he puts it, “the movement isn’t about saving black lives, but is all about spewing lies on behalf of the Democrats.”
Steve Maikoski has noted that all you need to do is look at the signs displayed by the BLM to know these are not successful people, they’re criminals who want to disband the police. “If they were successful people, you would see signs calling for the abolishment of the IRS.”
After I mentioned how I’d paid an old friend a compliment by saying that if I had taken up a career in crime, I’d want him to be my partner, knowing I could rely on him to have my back and not rat me out, I heard from Bonnie Davis. She let me know that “In the South, instead of saying we’d ask a friend to be our partner in crime, we just say, ‘Buddy, I got a shovel.’”
Sandra Duncan joins me in regretting that Aunt Jemima is being retired after 131 years on our grocery shelves. She ventured “They may just wrap a scarf around Betty Crocker’s head and tell her to smile.”
My good friend and one of my earliest subscribers, Dick Barry, has been in the hospital down in Arlington, Texas, for over a month, fighting pneumonia.
Clearly, my prayers haven’t been doing the job, so I’m asking that those of you who have a closer relationship with God than I do to lend a hand.