The Patriot Post® · Ranking the Presidents
Recently, Tucker Carlson hosted an historian who was reporting on a poll of his colleagues that ranked the 10 greatest presidents in American history. In order, they were Abe Lincoln, George Washington, Franklin Roosevelt, Theodore Roosevelt, Dwight Eisenhower, Harry Truman, Thomas Jefferson, John Kennedy, Ronald Reagan and Barack Obama.
Considering who are the currently employed historians, the biggest surprise is that Reagan beat out Obama.
These polls take place every four years, and it was reported that during that span, the presidents who most improved their numbers were Ulysses Grant, who jumped from 33rd to 20th place, for no discernible reason; George W. Bush, who improved from 36th place to 29th, mainly, I assume, on the basis of his paintings of veterans and immigrants; Eisenhower, who went from ninth to fifth; and Calvin Coolidge, who crept up silently from 27th to 24th.
These lunkheads decided that Donald Trump deserved no better than 41st place., meaning he was worse than all but four others.
I’m not really in a position to rate all of Joe Biden’s predecessors, but I would say that of the 14 presidents who have served during my lifetime, Trump was the best. Other than Truman and Reagan, I see so little to choose from, it’s not worth my time to determine levels of mediocrity. I’ll just say that FDR, LBJ, Carter and Obama, constitute the bottom of the barrel and you can rank them in any order you like.
It seems to me that it is time to erect a new Statue of Liberty at our southern border. Instead of Emma Lazarus’s dated come-on to European immigrants, the words at the base of the monument should read “Send us your drug smugglers, your human traffickers, your rapists and pedophiles, yearning to run wild and go free.”
It seems that several of Kamala Harris’s female staffers have resigned, which strongly suggests that behind her office doors, the Vice-President is every bit as arrogant and nasty as we all assume she is.
But because of what, not who she is, we are told that black women are judged by different standards than other people.
Coincidentally, that is exactly what another arrogant, nasty, black woman, Chicago’s mayor Lori Lightfoot, is always insisting in her own defense.
Explaining why every week, a couple of dozen people in Chicago are killed. Lightfoot blames gun dealers in other places.
I know that the creepy-looking Ms. Lightfoot isn’t very bright, but you’d think that even she would grasp that it doesn’t matter to the citizens of her city whether guns start out in Indiana, Kentucky or Timbuktu; what counts is where they end up killing people.
But that would mean the mayor would have a responsibility to do something about a murder rate that far exceeds what it was back when guys like Al Capone, Bugs Moran and Hymie Weiss, were shooting up the toddlin’ town with tommy guns.
In North Korea, functionaries can be made to vanish if they don’t clap loud enough when Kim Jong-un delivers a speech. Watching the toadies on TV pandering to Kamala Harris, you would think a similar fate faced the likes of Ellen DeGeneres, Jimmy Kimmel and Stephen Colbert, if they didn’t join her in cackling like a loon.
Sometimes, these TV hosts even drop out of camera range, pretending to be in hysterics over some cliche she has just uttered. The fact that she is cackling is their cue that what she said was supposed to be amusing.
Imagine being paid millions of dollars a year and still feeling that you have to shill for a creep who owes her political career to servicing, as they say, a California politician, Willie Brown, who was both married and twice her age. When Ms. Harris decided that as long as she was going to prostitute herself, she’d be better off entering politics than spending the next twenty years peddling her ass on the mean, cold streets of San Francisco.
It just occurred to me the other day that the pentagon plays a large symbolic role in the world of devil worshipping.
Considering what is going on at the Pentagon, with generals and admirals genuflecting to Critical Race Theory and expressing their left-wing partisanship by promoting such lunacies as pregnant women flying combat missions and transgenders serving in the military, I’m beginning to wonder just how many Satanists are reading the Bible backwards at the spooky five-sided building.
The Burbank (CA) public library has decided not to collect late fees. Like cities that have done away with cash bail, the move punishes the innocent, those who are signed up on the waiting list to borrow the book, while it rewards the scofflaws who can’t read a book in the allotted time.
I don’t drink alcohol, which isn’t to say I never drank. I quit about 10 years ago when my rheumatoid arthritis doctor told me it conflicted with my meds.
He also banned grapefruit juice for the same reason. Although some might not believe it, I actually miss the fruit juice more than the booze.
But, thanks to my recent hospital stay, I’ve been wondering if it’s true that a glass or two of red wine is as beneficial as I’ve heard, why isn’t it served with meals in hospitals? Or, perhaps more to the point, why isn’t it served instead of the meals?
A question that’s been bugging me is why anybody would bother listening to Anthony Fauci when it comes to the Wuhan virus. Not only has the evil gnome lied time and again, uttered contradictory statements about the efficacy of masks (everything from their being totally useless to the absolute necessity of wearing three at a time), but he has mocked anyone who dared question his expertise.
To me, it always made more sense to monitor the behavior of those who were imposing draconian measures to keep the rest of us in line. So there was California governor Gavin Newsom dining unmasked with friends and lobbyists at the pricey French Laundry. There was his aunt, Nancy Pelosi, having her hair shampooed. No mask. There was a maskless Dianne Feinstein strolling through an airport. There was Illinois governor J.B. Pritzker putting his unmasked family on a plane to Florida. We also had Michigan governor Gretchen Whitmer sending her husband off to fish without a mask in the waters of the Upper Peninsula.
Finally, let us not forget Fauci, himself, sitting, a bare-faced liar, with friends at a Washington Nationals baseball game.
I recently had occasion to look up “plight” in the dictionary. As a noun, it is defined as “An unfortunate situation.” As a verb, it is defined as “To become engaged to marry.” Make of it what you will.
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