In Bed With the Enemy
A Chinese spy named Christine Fang, a looker, became an insider in California politics.
There may be bigger scumballs than Eric Swalwell in the House of Representatives, but I’d only be guessing. But there could hardly be a better example of divine justice than the scandal currently swirling around the congressman from the Bay area.
This is the same arrogant lout who spent two years insisting that Trump had colluded with the Russians in order to defeat Hillary Clinton. Once that was proven to be a hoax by the Mueller investigation, Swalwell helped lead the charge in the impeachment proceedings.
Now it has been discovered that a Chinese spy named Christine Fang, a looker, became an insider in California politics by cultivating a number of the state’s Democratic officeholders.
At least two mayors, aside from Swalwell, were among her trophies.
But Swalwell, in spite of being dumb as a very dumb rock, serves on the House Intelligence Committee, where he was placed by that other rock I was referring to, Nancy Pelosi.
It wasn’t just sex that drew the congressman to the Chinese Mata Hari; she was a major bundler for his campaign. Nothing like unlimited Chinese money to turn an insignificant city councilman into a major player in Washington.
They call women like Ms. Fang honey pots. And as Swalwell has now discovered, when you spend too much time around honey pots, you are likely to get stung.
This isn’t to suggest that the congressman is the only schmuck in Congress who has been sucking on the Chinese teat; he is simply the stupidest one.
Frankly, I’m surprised that Swalwell didn’t tell his colleagues on the House Intelligence Committee that he knew there was a member of the House who was canoodling with a Chinese spy and that he had the bed linen to prove it.
But there’s plenty of blame to go around, and as usual the Justice Department deserves a fair share of it. The question hanging over the scandal is why they told Swalwell the truth so that he could tip off his mistress and she could fly safely back to her masters in Beijing.
In such cases, the authorities would normally swoop in, arrest her and attempt to turn her into a double agent. Which, cynic that I am, I’m guessing would have happened in this case if only Swalwell were a Republican.
Bristol is a town that is half in Virginia and half in Tennessee. There’s a line down the middle of its main street that marks the division between the two states.
That would make the town unique at any time. But during the pandemic, the situation becomes totally bizarre. That’s because the side that’s in Virginia is suffering some of the strictest restrictions in the nation. On the Tennessee side, where there is a Republican governor, the citizens live a freer life.
I sure hope the virus can figure out which side of the street it’s supposed to stay on. It shouldn’t be too difficult. We already know it can tell time and waits until 10 p.m. before it really takes the gloves off.
I understand that 10% of Biden’s voters have said that if they had known about Hunter’s crooked business deals in Ukraine and China, they would not have voted for his old man.
So, on one hand, that tells us that Biden’s supporters were even less aware than we had previously imagined.
On the other hand, it tells us how successful the media and Big Tech were when it came to suppressing the news about the crime family run by the don, aka the Big Guy, Joe Biden.
Apparently, the Justice Department (them again!) has been investigating Hunter for over a year but held off reporting it for fear of affecting the election.
The question is, how is holding back information that might be harmful to one candidate not affecting the election if, in doing so, it prevents the other candidate from winning? Frankly, I would be shocked — shocked! — if I didn’t already believe that the Justice Department, whether under the stewardship of Eric Hunter, Loretta Lynch, Jeff Sessions or William Barr, is a snake pit filled to the brim with traitorous Deep Staters.
Getting back to Eric Swalwell — mainly because I love to dump on this sorry excuse for a human being — I wonder if at some point, in a final act of desperation, he will insist that he was in fact the honey pot and that he only had sex with the spy in order to pump her for state secrets related to Communist China.
Inspiring what some guys will do for their country.
Don’t be too surprised if the second thing that President Biden does after pardoning his son is presenting Rep. Swalwell with the Medal of Freedom.
If there’s one guy in America with even more gall than Swalwell, it’s Governor Andrew Cuomo. The putz actually goes on TV to complain that there aren’t enough medical facilities in “black, brown and poor communities,” ignoring the fact that as governor of the state, he might be considered the reason for the lack.
Or perhaps, as he did, when it came to all the old folks who died because he kept sending Covid-19 patients into nursing homes, he will blame Trump.
Sometimes, you wonder if politicians pay as little attention to what they say as the rest of us do. The other week, Nancy Pelosi said that now that Biden is president she’s willing to compromise on a bill to assist the unemployed. Does she realize that she is confessing that the only reason she held off helping out millions of Americans is because she didn’t want President Trump to get the credit for supplying the relief.
Will someone explain why we are prevented from hunting the likes of Pelosi, Schumer, Schiff, Waters, Feinstein, Omar, Tlaib, Nadler and Swalwell, for their pelts?
After a subscriber announced his love of dogs but admitted he and his wife didn’t have one because he couldn’t bear to put yet another dog to sleep, I let him know I understood his dilemma.
I continued: “Yvonne made me take Sammy and Duke to the vet when blindness and disease made it reprehensible for us to let them keep living when a peaceful exit was a loving alternative. I would come home and cry. So, like you folks, I said no more dogs.
"But then, one day, as you may have read in my piece ‘Finding Angel,’ kismet took a hand and we had no choice but to invite her into our home and our hearts. That was eight years ago. No regrets.
"She is now middle-aged, I am old and Yvonne is gone. If I go first, my dear in-laws have agreed to step in and adopt her. Come to think of it, they’re almost too anxious. "In any case, I suggest you think it over. No pain, sure, but also no pleasure.
"Also, it’s a mitzvah, a good deed, because you would be rescuing a dog who might otherwise be put to death. Everybody dies; isn’t it preferable for the animal to die after a lifetime of care and affection?”
He promised to think about it.
Speaking of dying, Shakespeare wrote about the seven stages of life and as is often the case, he was right when he pointed out that it’s a circle that begins in infancy and ends in dotage.
I can’t help noticing how baby-like I am becoming.
If I am suddenly awakened, I tend to be cranky. Which is to say, even crankier than usual.
And mainly I am being awakened by my bladder during the night, demanding that I get out of bed and totter to the bathroom.
Totter is the right word because my balance is becoming as precarious as a toddler’s.
Adult diapers are clearly on the horizon. I wonder if they make extra-large Huggies. I’d like the clerk think I’m shopping for my grandchildren.
To conclude, we start out going to Sea World and end up receiving invitations from the Neptune Society.
I’ve also noticed that, like most tots, I prefer breasts to bottles.
