Recently, me and my best gal attended a “Food Truck Event.” Some of us Chebanse folks might refer to it as a “Roach Coach Fair,” but you know how we are.
It turned out to be as expected - various types of over-priced food served on a paper plate. My review might have been better had I not stood in line a half hour to order an average tasting lobster roll costing a mint.
Before entering the Event, we had to get in line to be searched, as if going through an airport security line. The missus had to open her handbag for some guy to rifle through, while I had to remove the contents from my pockets so as not to set off alarms. Nothing grinds my gears like standing in line. It was a food fair for crying out loud. They had armed security at all the entrances.
First it was airports, then ballgames, concerts, court houses and other public buildings. Now it’s trickled down to Roach Coach Fairs attended by maybe a thousand people at the time we were there. What’s next, stand in line shoeless to go through security at McDonalds?
I know, if you pay an astronomical fee and give the government your life history, you can get pre-screened so as not to stand in the long lines or take off your shoes at the airport. But, once done, the government has everything about you on file, and you still stand in a smaller line while they look at the underwear and medications you have in your bag. That line, by the way, will get longer as more people file for pre-screening.
I wrote in my blog back in October of 2017 concerning airport lines. I seethe during the entire process – I’d rather have a boil lanced. Is there a more absurd procedure in life than wasting what time you have left on Earth standing in line to be searched, fondled, and yelled at by humorless people who would prefer you were not bothering them?
Seems when I go through airport lines, I have to remove everything from my pockets, then my shoes and belt, while some kid shouts orders like a boot camp drill sergeant. To date, I have been rather courteous to the general public by not just removing my pants and tossing them in the tub to save time. Not removing my britches though does require me to hold them up while traversing the metal detector. I just know what’s going to happen one of these times when I’m told to raise my arms in one of those full body scanners. It won’t be pretty, folks.
The TSA was formed in November of 2001 in the wake of the 9/11 attacks. It employs 47,000 security officers to annoy us, and we them, at a cost of $7.6 billion of tax money. Seems like a ton of money for us to all be irritated, particularly after the horse already left the barn nineteen years ago.
Further proving the world has been turned upside down, in this age of political correctness of not using common sense to sum up people, your 81-year-old mother in a wheel-chair and your 5-year old granddaughter holding a doll can, and has been, bodily searched by a security guard …wearing a hijab, while the rest of us wait our turn.
By the way ladies, your “person” does appear on those full body scanners. It can, and has been saved for others to eyeball. If you overhear the phrase, “hotel papa” they’re probably focusing on your person. Oddly, I’ve never heard it mentioned when I go through!
There is the Benjamin Franklin quote, “Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety" that I believe would apply to this situation.
While researching this quote, I found information about a Harvard lawyer who has twisted Franklin’s statement, claiming it to be merely a tax situation with the Penn family, and not for security concerns. The press liberally jumped all over this. Evidently in elite-speak, this justifies America’s unwashed to stand in a line to be investigated, prodded and interrogated to attend just about any public event.
My sense is that we have taken all these security measures too far. Regardless of what Franklin was writing about, he would be appalled we wait in these ridiculous lines like cattle to a slaughter. If he wrote that quote just concerning a tax situation, imagine what he would have written about the insanity about having to take half your clothes off and wait to go through a line to board a source of transportation.
Somehow, I don’t think the Founding Fathers envisioned American citizens standing in line in their own country to be fondled by government employees.
Well folks, you’re gonna hear it here first. This isn’t an endorsement, but a prediction.
I am predicting Michael Rubens Blomberg will be the Democratic candidate for president, running against Donald Trump for the 2020 presidential election. A clash of the business tycoons, the $58 billion-dollar Bloomberg against the $3 billion-dollar Trump…it will be epic.
If you think about it, what other choice does the Democrat party have? Barring a brokered convention, in which anything goes, Bloomberg has to be their logical choice. Please allow me to explain:
Consider candidates such as Warren, Buttigieg, or Sanders. (I’m omitting the lovely Ms. Klobuchar on purpose, as she has no chance, despite the hallucinations of the NY Times.) Those three nutjobs are racing to see who can give away the most tax payer money. If one promises free healthcare, the other has to up the ante with free college too, and then free stuff to illegal immigrants - also known as future Democrat voters. I’m waiting for their explanation of how they intend to pay for it, although WE know exactly how WE are going to pay for it.
The fact is, they don’t actually represent the Democrat party. Old-time Democrats know that, and Generations X, Y, and Z haven’t taken over yet. Those candidates epitomize Socialism. The new Democrat role model, and part-time barkeep, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, pretty much admitted the divide a few weeks ago.
The problem is the real Socialist party has already named their 2020 presidential candidate, a man you never heard of by the name of Howie Hawkins. Wouldn’t you just know it – he’s from San Francisco. His name will appear under the Green Party ticket if you’re interested in wasting your vote.
So, how are the people like “the Bern,” “Pocahontas, and Little Mayor Pete going to squeeze their name on top of the official Democrat ballot? Once all the normal Democrats convene on Milwaukee in July, they are going to demand the Socialist crack-pots lying to give away everything for free be thrown off their ticket and out on their ear. Yes Virginia, there are people that are actually thoughtful, intelligent, normal Democrats – the media just doesn’t tell you about them because they are as boring as Conservatives. They normally don’t promise things they can’t pay for or make stupid remarks.
So, what’s left that represents the “normal” Democrat party? Well, the people running now, that we know of, are Joe Biden and Michael Bloomberg. (That’s not to say the convention does not get brokered and someone we aren’t aware of gets the nod, like (God-forbid) Hillary Clinton, who is making snorting hysterics again, or the duplicitous traitor John Kerry.)
Joe Biden is going to implode before July. He seems to be getting feebler by the day. He’s running on fumes, waiting for Obama to save him. Plus, you can bet the Trump organization knows more about Joe’s (and son Hunter) financial shenanigans in the Ukraine and China than what we have been told.
If we had a fair and decent media, we’d already know the dirty details about the Biden’s and he’d be gone...forever. You can bet had that whole affair been orchestrated by the Trump family, CNN would have pictures, whether accurate or not, and Jerry Nadler and Adam Schiff would be squawking for more impeachment investigations. The Democrats know if Joe is nominated, Trump, through Giuliani, will unleash the lurid details, and probably even embellish a few details while doing so.
Without Sleepy Joe, there is no other choice other than Bloomberg. His $58 billion-dollar wallet is formidable. Don’t forget, money talks, especially in Washington DC. He doesn’t need to promise to give away everything for free to all of America, just grease the palms of Swamp creatures in DC while our media looks the other way. Don’t believe it? He just bought his way on to the Democrat debates, against all the rules.
Bloomberg may be the same age as Biden, but he appears to be more in charge of all his faculties. In addition to becoming the fourteenth wealthiest person in the world, he was a successful mayor of New York City for three consecutive terms, ironically, two as a Republican.
Although Bloomberg supposedly holds many liberal views, including the killing of babies, gun control, and an open freeway for illegal immigrants, he’s also a fiscal conservative. He knows how to balance a budget, and did so in New York City. Us schmucks in Illinois wouldn’t know what a balanced budget looks like, but they really do exist. Suffice to say though – that’s a good thing. Whether Bloomberg could balance our nations budget is questionable, but it would give the Democrats a good rallying cry.
So, folks, there’s my prediction – Trump against Bloomberg.
Want to bet?
Ever see anything more stunning or awe-inspiring as a sea of American flags? Consider those that languidly wave at the national military cemeteries dotting the world, or when crisply grouped behind a president during an official address? What’s more humbling than a flag-draped coffin? How about the excitement of the massive flags draped across football fields before games or even as gallant as those enormous flags flown at a common gas station?
The iconic and beautiful red, white, and blue color scheme is known world-wide. Representing America, it embodies all that is right with the world. Or, as interpreted by President Reagan, “Red for courage and readiness to sacrifice; white for pure intentions and high ideals; and blue for vigilance and justice.” Our flag is found atop towering skyscrapers and mountains, as well as in front of countless businesses and homes throughout the country. There is even one on the moon.
Most probably recall our flag has thirteen equal horizontal stripes of red and alternating white, representing the original thirteen colonies. There is a blue rectangle in the corner, containing fifty stars representing the fifty states.
It hasn’t always looked that way. There have been twenty-seven designs for our flag, the last taking effect in July of 1960 when the fiftieth star was added by President Eisenhower after Hawaii become a state in August of 1959. If my children are reading, it would mean I have been around since when the flag only had forty-eight stars. The current version has been in use longer than any other; sixty years this summer.
The first actual US flag was flown at the battle of Ft. Schuyler, on August 3, 1777? Reinforcements to the skirmish carried news a flag had been approved by Congress, as designed by Francis Hopkinson. Wanting to fly it in battle, Captain Swartwout gave the material for the blue union from his officer’s coat while soldiers cut up their shirts to make the white stripes. Believe it or not, the red came from the petticoats of the officer’s wives – that’s right, their underwear!
Countless people have perished for that flag. Nearly all Americans feel a sense of deep patriotism and love for our flag.
Or so I thought.
My wife and I are fortunate to be able to spend some time in the winter in Arizona to escape the brutal Illinois weather. We are in a small community just outside an old mining town. The community just replaced their only signage at the entrance, a much over-due project done tastefully, but by no means grandiose. A traveler could easily miss the new sign if they weren’t looking closely.
This past summer, we were emailed about an offer from a couple from the community. The couple graciously offered to pay the expense to purchase and erect a flagpole in the vicinity of the new sign. They only asked the community agree to keep up any maintenance and ongoing lighting needed for the flagpole. I should note, there is lighting on the new sign. The generous proposal was to be put for a vote.
I thought this was a slam-dunk, no-brainer resolution. We eagerly voted yes and then quite frankly, forgot about it, surmising a flagpole would soon be erected. (Notice I didn’t use the word “assume” in this paragraph!)
Last week we were emailed again. By one vote, the new flagpole proposal was voted down. I was so stunned, I read it again. Yep, I read it correctly, the gift had been voted down. I also noted this issue had caused more replies than usual from the residents. Then I started reading the anonymous comments that accompanied the votes, both for and against.
There were some legitimate concerns about proper maintenance. Other issues I surmised might be a lack of wanting to be liable for additional expense.
These types of reasons are legitimate, although easily overcome. And this is America, everyone has a right to vote.
But then I read the responses that turned the issue on its head. Some “no” votes were due to nothing more than pure political hostility from apparent liberals. They actually associate our American flag with Trump now, and therefore want no part of it. Absurdly, one guy threatened to move! Can you imagine what I thought about telling him?
Old Glory, which has been around since 1777, is now to be castigated and shunned because some folks ludicrously associate it with a probable two-termed President Trump. They despise the man so much they hysterically turned down a free patriotic gesture of an American flag at the entrance. In my opinion, this plainly personifies “Trump Derangement Syndrome.”
I despised Obama’s presidency, but never to the detriment of our flag or country. All you can do is shake your head.
Our new flagpole will be installed next week.
So, on a gloomy gray Tuesday on the mountain, there I sat, watching the Impeachment Trial, or perhaps the ending of the Witch Hunt, of President Trump.
In order to placate whiny Democrats, the Senate was meeting to debate the Rules of Impeachment. This is the fourth impeachment trial in American history - and they still have to debate the rules?
This farce went on until 2:00 in the morning, and yes, I watched it and was back at it Wednesday, much to my wife’s dismay. At the time of this writing, Schiff has been blathering for over two hours, irritating most everyone.
I can’t help myself for following this - I come by it naturally. I recall my father glued to the television for the Clinton impeachment in 1998, and my grandfather for Nixon in 1974.
I had the television on, but sometimes muted. I can’t write and listen at the same time. So, every once in a while, I’d look up to see who was bloviating and read the headline provided on the bottom. It didn’t change very often. At this point, it has been mostly the Congressional Managers stomping their feet and moaning because that rascal Trump won’t stick his head in their noose.
A couple times I flipped through the channels to see what other stations were following. I found it odd ABC was covering it but NBC and CBS were not. How are they going to tell America what to think if they aren’t following the impeachment, I wondered?
Perhaps NBC and CBS were busy helping build the gallows with the rest of the Congressional House members. I couldn’t check on CNN as it has been eliminated from my guide, along with TMZ, QVC, and infomercial channels…all for the same reason, irrevelence.
Speaking of the “House Managers,” all lawyers hand-picked by Queen Nancy to convince America Trump needs a hangin’, I researched the Internet to learn more about them as I had never heard of them before.
I don’t need to tell you more about the reprobates Nadler and Schiff, as I’ve previously written about them. I did touch briefly on Zoe Lofgren, who has been in Congress forever, which I find repulsive. She might have been around long enough now to recall Andrew Johnson’s impeachment back in 1868.
Of the seven managers, two are from California, two from New York, and one from Florida, Texas, and Colorado respectfully. Hmm, I thought, four of seven managers from ultra-liberal California and New York. Here we go, I’m on to something.
But when I got around to looking up the other four Managers (Jefferies, Crow, Demings and Garcia), they all appeared to have exceptional credentials, except for that little “D” beside their name. Oh, and the fact they voted ignobly to impeach Trump. But they seemed to be honorable folks who serve in Congress and manage to keep their mugs out of the limelight.
Well, my mind got changed later on that evening when Jefferies, a black man, called Trump the Grand Imperial Wizard at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Something about that “D” beside their name just obliges them to use their race card.
Trump’s defense team is composed of eight lawyers – eight! Guess he had to have one more than the Democrats. Don’t know about you, but I hope to never get into a situation that requires eight lawyers to defend me. The lawyers are Pat Cipollone, Jay Sekulow, Alan Dershowitz, Ken Starr, Robert Ray, Pam Bondi, Jane Raskin, and Eric Herschmann.
This subset of lawyers you probably haven’t heard much about before and there isn’t much to be gained by research either. They all seem to look like the same tall, thin, suit…well except for Ms. Bondi.
The only exceptions of their total inconspicuousness are Ken Starr, who was the independent counsel assigned to nose around into Clinton’s sex life during the last impeachment. The other name that jumps out is Alan Dershowitz, an enigma to the whole affair.
Mr. Dershowitz admits he voted for Hillary Clinton. He looks and acts like a Democrat. Yet, the man who seems to come down on the other side of every issue, has staunchly defended the Trump presidency since Trump took office. He even wrote a book entitled, “The Case Against Not Impeaching Trump.”
Fifteen lawyers, mediated by Chief Justice John Roberts, battling whether to remove the president from office, for no other reason than hurting the Democrats feelings. In the meantime, nothing is getting done in Washington DC, except for the president of course. He was working, attending the World Economic Forum in Davos Switzerland, where everyone in the world was congratulating him on our economy.
It’s not gonna happen, folks, but we are paying dearly for all this impeachment circus.
In an historical episode, perhaps taken right out of the “Twilight Zone,” the scenes from last Wednesday and Thursday in Washington DC were surreal. I was drawn to the television like a firefly to a porch light, mesmerized by glare.
In the immortal words of Rod Serling, “Imagine if you will,” …a great country enjoys a leader who just negotiated a momentous trade deal with a major Asian nation. The pact increases exports, levels tariffs, and makes inroads at protecting the country’s intellectual property. The deal includes the Asian nation purchasing a record $50 billion in additional farm products, up substantially from prior years. Said leader has signed the first part of eight agreements into place which will help alleviate long existing trade imbalances that have been harming his country for decades.
That leader has also just negotiated a massive new policy with Canada and Mexico, called the USMCA trade deal, which replaced the unpopular NAFTA agreement from the Clinton era that hemorrhaged jobs into Mexico.
Imagine that same leader has brought national unemployment down to 3.5%, a number not seen since Richard Nixon was president in 1969. That number cannot go any lower as all that is left is those people who can't, or won't work.
Envision a leader who has increased the stock market by 10,000 points since taking office three years ago, to a record high of 29,030 at the same time the new agreement with the major Asian country is being signed. The stock market daily highs exhibit strong confidence in the leader’s ability to steer the country forward, establishing additional prosperity and making 401K plans across the nation soar. Day by day, the market sets a new record, emboldened by the leaders's actions.
Visualize the same leader establishing a new branch of the country’s military, something not done since 1947, called Space Force. The new military branch will usher in a whole new level of protection for the country going forward with up-to-date space-age technologies to offset attacks from anywhere around the world.
A leader who recently exterminated two major terrorists’ that were responsible for killing and maiming thousands of people around the world, in the name of their god.
Now, in a scene that could only be produced on a Hollywood set, imagine that at the EXACT same moment the Asian Trade Deal is being signed, only 2.4 miles away a large group of people, divided by tribes, gather to vote on whether to remove that leader.
(I will quash the Rod Serling narrative – you get the point)
In nothing short of a coup d'état, after sitting on the official impeachment for four weeks, Speaker of the House and Chief Dingbat, Nancy Pelosi finally called for a vote in the House of Representatives to forward the impeachment measure to the Senate. She did so at the same time of the signing of the China Agreement, of which she ignored. Her entire focus was to impeach President Trump.
Pelosi giddily then carried on a ridiculous” pomp-and-circumstance” routine the rest of the day, going so far as to give out ceremonial pens. (I would imagine a reasonable argument could be made that Trump arranged the signing simultaneously to Pelosi in an attempt to steal the spotlight – more political gamesmanship we don’t really need.) The media was equally electrified. Chris Mathews probably pissed himself. Maxine Waters followed Pelosi around like a dog smelling the privates of other dogs.
Since the House had a majority of Democrats only voting along tribal lines, rather than with common sense, the motion carried. It was official, after THREE YEARS of trying, Congress determined the impeachment farce would continue and little else will get done for the betterment of the country in the foreseeable future.
Pelosi trotted out her seven minions, called managers, including the dwarfish Jerry Nadler - who has called for the impeachment of the last three Republican presidents - that will do her bidding during the Senate impeachment proceedings. In keeping with the fairy tale theme, I found it ironic Nancy chose seven managers - Nancy Pelosi and the Seven Minions.
The word, “manager,” in this sense, actually means prosecutor. It will probably take on the additional meaning of “disrupter” that will ensure the impeachment proceedings resemble a damn circus to be strung out before a national television audience for an extended period of time, in a futile attempt to overthrow the president. If you don’t believe that, ask yourself how is it impartial when all seven prosecutors are Democrats, hand-picked by Pelosi. Perhaps our other local columnists might answer that question, as it appears by their op-eds, they seem perfectly content with this insurrection.
In addition to Nadler will be Adam Schiff, Zoe Lofgren, Hakeem Jeffries, Val Demings, Sylvia Garcia, and Jason Crow. Evidently, all have law degrees, as do 161 other House members, a sobering revelation.
For the record, this will be the third impeachment the Battleaxe Lofgren has been part of. Now that Pandora’s box has been flung open, perhaps she will still be around for the future impeachments of presidents that are sure to follow this example of a coup.
Where are we to go, now that we've gone too far?
As Nancy Pelosi sits on her duff with the faux impeachment thingy shoved into a desk drawer, she seems to have become more delusional.
I have come to believe she’s certain the title, Speaker of the House, makes her Queen Bee of the World, and President Donald Trump is an unruly child to discipline weekly. I’m not quite sure her condition is alcoholism or possibly that dementia has crept into her skull, but I for one, am tired of her petulant behavior.
Her spanking of the President, this week, is over the drone strike kill of Iran General Qassem Suleimani. Iraqi Populist Mobilization Forces (PMF) leader, Abu Mahdi al-Muhandis was also exterminated. This was said to have been in retaliation of the attacks of the US Embassy in Iraq, although Suleimani was the leader of the QUDS Forces, a terrorist organization responsible for the deaths of nearly 600 Americans. Muhandis’ PMF is an Iraqi organization composed of 40 militias.
And the Democrats have a problem with their deaths?
To repeat, one is a top terrorist general from Iran and the other a leader of Iraqi militias, two neighboring countries, together in the same vehicle. I bet they weren’t talking about picking up chicks. One has to wonder what those two were doing together in the first place, but as you know, I’m from Chebanse. It seems to me the countries comprising the Middle East have a testosterone surplus that overrules brain cells. They’ve been killing each other for centuries!
Anyway, Trump took the terrorists out on the 3rd, and Nancy has her panties in a wad for, supposedly, a couple reasons.
Her first issue was that the President of the United States, the most powerful man in the world, didn’t seek her permission. He took the opportunity presented by military brass of the whereabouts of a noted top terrorist, and disposed of him. Keep in mind, Nancy’s actual fiefdom, the House of Representatives, was still on Christmas vacation at the time Suleimani met his maker. Only Congress and students get weeks off for Christmas, the rest of us schmucks get a few days.
President Trump and our military were at work while Pelosi was sitting in her palatial mansion on Zinfandel Drive overlooking the Pacific Ocean, far away from the homeless people crapping and shooting up drugs in the streets of her 12th district.
Her second issue – she claims – is that Trumps ordering of the airstrike that killed Suleimani provokes further escalation of violence in the Middle East. She is “concerned” the airstrike puts America, and the world, to the point of no return.
My reply to her…bullshit! Her second issue is no different than her first issue. Evidently, she thinks she's more knowledgeable and informed than the President of the United States to make those decisions. She knows better than he does. Give us a break you doddering dingbat.
Folks, in normal times, the President should be accountable to the House of Representatives and the Senate. It is the counter-balance system our Founding Fathers put in place and has worked for centuries.
But these are not normal times. The democratically-held Congress has never gotten over the fact their anointed candidate, Hillary Clinton, was not coronated president. Their every waking hour is now spent plotting against the president, and the will of the people. I submit, they are actively involved in a coup against the president, and should not be trusted. A case could be made that a few of them should be in prison. We used to hang people for trying to overthrow our government.
Why should Trump have to play footsy with Nancy Pelosi, purely for gamesmanship, rather than what is best for the country, when he has an opportunity to take out a major player of terrorism? Did she or her Democrat buddies forget 9/11 or Benghazi? I haven’t, have you?
What would have been accomplished had he taken the time to check with her, other than play her silly games while Suleimani got away? And had she “authorized” it in advance, she would have taken credit for it. She would hate for Trump to receive any credit for something positive.
Pelosi and her Democrat henchmen could care less if the world burned, much less about our country or you. Their entire focus is on the chair in the Oval Office – they have to obtain it at all cost. They have to rid themselves of Trump before he gets the Swamp drained and exposes nearly all of Washington living lavishly off our dime.
Nancy Pelosi and her husband, Paul, are worth somewhere around $100 million dollars. She lives in San Francisco, 2,800 miles from the Capitol and uses our jet as her personal Uber. She will be 80 years old in March. Ask yourself, why does she keep hanging around Washington DC?
If you read my last column, after an excessive ingestion of eggnog, Jacob Marley visited me Christmas night. If you didn’t read the column, it’s on my blog or the Journal website.
Anyway, having weathered the initial meeting with Marley in a nightmare, and subsequently praying to the porcelain prince, I climbed weakly back into bed, cautiously so as not to awake the little lady…again. I dozed off to sleep, content no reunion with Marley was looming. I was mistaken.
“Hey!” Marley screamed, ratting his chains. “We weren’t done.”
I froze in horror, but to no avail – there he appeared at the foot of the bed. How was my wife sleeping through this? I wondered. Glancing over revealed she was slumbering like a baby.
“Yes, sir.” I mumbled.
“Now that you’ve done your business, let’s get back to vetting candidates so you don’t vote for that dastardly Trump,” he moaned. “Not that it might make any difference if that cantankerous Pelosi doesn’t trash that foolhardy impeachment vote. “
“Yes, sir,” I muttered again, wondering if he could follow me into the voting booth. He must have been able to read thoughts because he let loose a blood curdling scream, of which the wife slept through.
Marley groaned, “I’ve decide to throw Andrew Yang, Corey Booker and Amy Kllobachar out of contention too. They’re just three more hopeful-nothings foolishly wasting everybody’s time. Booker irritates me, darn fool was born on third base and thinks he hit a triple. As you can see, time is precious, people who waste it annoy me.”
“Yes, sir,” was all I managed, terrified out of my skull at Marley’s appearance and stench. Even his breath smelled like death. I’m wondering if I should do as he says - he never explained what would happen to Trump voters. How in damnation is my wife not smelling him?
“So that leaves Buttegieg, Gabbard, and Warren,” he growled.
“This Buttigieg guy is just the flavor of the month right now,” Marley continued. “Very religious and extremely intelligent guy, I’ll give you that, and a Naval vet to boot. Those are some pretty great qualities – you’d think he’d be a Conservative. However, his youth, lack of experience, and being openly gay are eventually going to sink his boat. Having seen the future, you Baby Boomers are still not ready for an openly gay president. Besides, black folks won’t trust him for that business in South Bend. Trump will stomp him. Leave him off your list.”
There was the mention of that list again. He made me put Michael Bloomberg on it, but now he’s running out of names.
Elizabeth Warren,” Marley fumed. “Don’t call her Pocahontas again!” he commanded, pointing a decrepit finger at me. “I liked her, but darn woman got so wrapped up in chasing the Bern to the left, she ran right past him for being even more socialist. Dumb move on her part,” Marley spat. I took the opportunity to finally blink.
“Everything she’s promising would cost taxpayers $40 - $50 trillion dollars. That’s nuts. So is she, if you ask me.’ Marley was on a roll. “Anyone can see she doesn’t really mean anything she says, she’s just lying.
"Nothing worse on the planet than a conniving lying politician. She can’t beat Trump either. No listing for her,” he moaned. There was that finger again.
“OK,” I said submissively. I realized the only candidate left was Tulsi Gabbard. I pulled the bed-sheets a little tighter to my chest, not knowing what to expect. Guess who hadn’t woke up still.
“Now, the Gabbard gal,” Marley continued. “ I don’t think she seriously has a chance, but I have to tell ya, that gal has spunk. Anyone can stand up to Hillary and live to tell about it has my admiration. I happen to know a few that didn’t, if you know what I mean.”
I thought I actually saw Marley wink!
“Do you know she was a combat vet?” Marley asked, obviously impressed. “And,” he continued, “she’s a Major in the National Guard. That’s outstanding, boy.” I shook my cowardly head in agreement.
“I just don’t know what to think about her electability though,” he rambled, shaking his head. “Like Buttigieg, at 38, she’s just a pup. Plus, she’s Hindu, and, while I have no issue with most religious beliefs, I doubt America’s ready for a Hindu president. Remember the Catholic John Kennedy fiasco? I’m bettin’ their not, but you should put her on your list anyway, because that gal has spunk. Spunk, I tell ya,” as he faded off.
I shook my head feebly. When I looked up the apparition was finally gone, hopefully forever. I softly giggled, deliriously thinking my nightmare over…until the giggles woke the wife.
Having drank too much eggnog again for Christmas, sleeping that night was a bit of an issue. At one point, I awoke to remove the CPAP mask from my ear to put it back over my nose. Finally managing to grab a few "zzzz's," I experienced the most horrible nightmare.
Evidently, in my alcohol induced stupor, Jacob Marley visited. Scrooge’s former partner was there to “persuade” me to succumb to the media hype of the evils of Donald Trump. When I balked at being infected with Trump Derangement Syndrome, he violently shuddered, then demanded I come back from the "dark side,"…or else. I wondered how he was going to get that message to the other 63 million of us, but was afraid to ask.
Marley spent the night indoctrinating me of the merits and shortcomings of the various candidates among the Democrat party. Like everyone else, he ignored Richard Bennett, Julian Castro, John Delaney, Deval Patrick, Tom Steyer, and Maryanne Williamson, wailing they have about as much chance as being nominated as me. He pointed a meaty finger at me, but I was too frightened to protest. Then he muttered something about wasting valuable time and money.
Next, he brought up Bernie Sanders. Surprisingly, we were equally repulsed. Neither of us were about to endorse a socialist.
Having never had a job before in his life, the 78-year-old "Bern" thinks and acts like a Socialist. Me and Marley agreed…we don't like people who won't work. Being British, it boggled Marley’s mind that a Yank would consider socialism over good ‘ol American capitalism.
Marley was on a roll again, shrieking, chains rattling. “Nearly everyone in the world is jealous of this country, warts and all, and yet there are folks willing to risk losing what they have!” Frowning, Marley shoved a meme from Face Book under my nose. It read: "You can vote in socialism kids, but you have to shoot your way out." Quite poignant, if you ask me.
When I chimed in that "Bern" voters should go live in a socialist country, like Venezuela first, then come back and tell us about their experience, Marley eased up some. But, as best as I can recall the rest of the nightmare, Marley had many more messages:
“Joe Biden,” Marley screamed mockingly. “Bah humbug! At 77-years-old, with dementia breathing down his neck, and having been in politics for 46 years, there’s nothing left from him! Everybody realizes Joe's faults, but as he's the only politician remotely representing the Democrat party of old, mainstream Dems have no other option but that old coot.” Marley showed me scenes of Biden's past, coming down on every side of every issue during a long political career. “Never trust someone been on the government dole that long!” he moaned.
“Plus,” Marley continued, “Mark my words, boy. Joe will not make it to the Oval Office due to the skeletons falling out of his closet. That drug-addled son's escapades and those shenanigans in the Ukraine and China will come back to haunt him.”
I thought to myself, I might have a few skeletons of my own, but methinks Joe's guilty as "h, e, double hockey sticks, too." However, I wasn’t about to share that with Marley…in fear he’d show me my skeletons.
Marley next mentioned Michael Bloomberg, although in a softer voice. “You know, he might be 77-years-old but this guy might just buy his way in.” Marley obviously thinks Bloomy’s a heavyweight. “He seems to be in charge of all his faculties, despite that stupid "Gulp" debacle. You know, he’s worth $56 billion?”
‘As compared to that dastardly Trumps mere $3 billion,’ I thought but dared not mention. Instead I said, “Bloomberg ran New York City somewhat successfully, especially compared to their current mayor,” I chimed in. Marley blistered me with curses horribly at the mention of Mayor DeBlazio. I quickly apologized for bringing it up.
“Just like your boy, Trump, Bloomy’s a businessman first, a politician second,” Marley sniffed. “I find that attribute admirable. You put him on your short-list,” he demanded. I didn’t know I had a list.
About this time, I awoke from my nightmare in a cold sweat, feeling sick. Halfway to the bathroom I remembered the CPAP hose still attached to my schnozzle, pulling the machine to the floor and awaking the Missus. I jumped when she bellowed, sounding suspiciously like old man Marley. As she was already upset about my earlier prodigious egg nog consumption, the contraption clattering to the floor certainly didn’t help her disposition. After forty-years, I probably should have known that.
While in the lavatory, it occurred to me though, it must have been a dream, voting against by beloved Trumpster. Instantly, I felt better, my nightmare was over and Jacob Marley was gone.
Or so I thought. To be continued...
Everyone knows the Christmas poem, “The Night Before Christmas?” How old were you when you found out it was also called, “A Visit of St. Nicholas?” In my case, 62. Incredibly, most everything known about the concept of Santa Claus and Christmas gift giving is derived from this poem.
Generally attributed to Clement Moore, the verse was first published anonymously in the Troy New York Sentinel in 1823, submitted by a friend of Moore’s.
Seems Moore thought himself too scholarly to have penned such a verse. A professor at the General Theological Seminary, Moore was recognized as the author in 1837, although he never acknowledged it personally until published in a book of poetry in 1844. He included this particular poem - perhaps the most well-known in history - at the insistence of his children.
Unfortunately, there is controversy with who actually wrote the poem. Major Henry Livingston, Jr. also is attributed to have written it - according to his family.
Th Livingston family claim is supported by MacDonald Jackson, Professor Emeritus of English at the University of Auckland in New Zealand. So certain is Jackson, who has spent his career studying the authorship of various written works, je published a book in 2016 regarding the authorship of the poem.
To add further to the controversy, some white-bearded, irksome columnist printed a purloined oafish adaption to the poem in a company newsletter in 2017. (Not sure his family will claim it) This author sought to acknowledge the plight of lonely truckers hurrying home late Christmas Eve, having been peddling holiday novelties, cheer and food across the country. You see, they too have families waiting for them.
A TRUCKER’S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the land,
Not a creature was stirring, ‘cept the big rigs all manned,
With truckers; days and weeks on the road, delivering freight,
Now trying to get back home, afore it’s too late.
The children are nestled, all snug in their beds,
With visions of Santa and their daddy dawdling in heads.
And mamma in flannel nightgown; such a hectic day,
Had just settled herself down, she began to pray.
She’s uneasy for her trucker to return safe and sound,
She knows he’ll be hurrying to come back ‘round.
To be home with the family by this Christmas morn,
To celebrate this momentous day our Savior was born.
The moon had lain on the breast of the new fallen snow,
She had wanted him to stay, but understood he must go.
Yearning all day; to their home he would appear,
Surely, he’s getting close, no doubt he had to be near.
She thought of his eyes, oh how they can twinkle!
And the withered forehead; now covered in wrinkle.
The silvery hair on his head, long does it grow,
And the stubble on his chin, white as the snow;
He’s getting heavy and plump, a right jolly old elf,
Smiling at thoughts of his belly…in spite of herself.
A wink of his eye though would be what is required,
And be home safely this wintry night, it’s what she desired.
He’s sometimes not shaved and is prone to foul moods,
Tarnished he may be; and sometimes a little rude.
But you see, he’s been cursed on the road; delayed at a dock,
And his travels make sure your Christmas gifts are in stock.
While folks arrange Christmas and merrily enjoy this magic season,
Trucker’s deliver goods all over the country for good reason.
Shelves are to be filled; a livelihood; a way to support a family,
Taking him farther from home than sometimes he wants to be.
Now he’s another lonely trucker on this Holiest of Nights,
Driving highways toward home as Nature puts up a fight.
But he’ll be hurrying on this most magical of flights,
The Lord bringing him home safely would be her delight.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
A big ‘ol eighteen-wheel semi becoming oh so clear.
Yes, it’ a blue Pete, and pulling a white trailer-van,
She knew in a moment…it had to be her man.
More rapid than eagles, the big rig came,
He whistled, he shouted and called her by name.
To the top of the porch! and in through the front door,
He dashed in the house, slidin’ 'cross the floor.
He sprung to her side, and grabbed her in a big bear hug,
She giggled with glee; “welcome home you big lug.
As they sat by the fire enjoyin’ nog in the bright light,
She smiled warmly while whispering,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Christmas is almost over, so I’m getting back to normally scheduled diatribes.
19 minutes. That’s roughly the amount of time it took the Washington Post to call for the impeachment of President Trump - after he had been sworn in as President of the US. And it’s been going on, non-stop ever since – three continuous years. Democrats keep throwing motives for impeachment against the wall to see what might stick. Reasons have included:
* The Foreign Emoluments Clause concerning Trumps ongoing business ventures around the world, suspecting he would take money from foreign dignitaries. Trumps net worth has declined one billion dollars since election so if he’s stealing, he’s not very good at it.
* Collusion with Russia, costing us forty million dollars. This ruse has been debunked. Investigations are ongoing into the perpetrators instigating this travesty of justice. It appears FBI directors were involved, lying to a FISA court, putting them on a level of sedition not seen since J. Edgar Hoover was dressing in women’s clothing.
* Obstruction of justice concerning the Russian collusion claim. Seems the Left didn’t feel Trump should defend himself, but just agree to be hung.
* Access to Trumps personal finances, as well as his family, plus Trump’s subsequent attempts to halt their prying. This was wealth Trump made BEFORE becoming president. I predict this charge will be used again during the upcoming election cycle, and even perhaps after Trumps re-election. I personally would rather see how Congressman made their money AFTER they entered office. Perhaps Dick Durbin and his lobbyist wife would like to go first.
* Trumps alleged directions to the imprisoned attorney, Michael Cohen to lie about details of building a hotel in Moscow.
* After the Mueller report absolved Trump from Russian ties, Democrats shifted gears to claiming Trump used the power of the presidency to leverage the country of Ukraine to spy on Trump’s presidential competitor, Joe Biden.
Unfazed by the possible malfeasance of a former Vice President and his cocaine-addled son to shake down Ukraine, Congress elected to impeach Trump for asking the new Ukrainian president to look into the matter. Want to bet Biden is not the Democrat nominee?
We have been subjected to Adam Schiff’s secret kangaroo court in the basement of the Capitol Building, followed closely by Jerry Nadler’s televised inquisitions. With his pants pulled up under his armpits and napping throughout the proceedings, Nadler is attempting, for the third time in his career, to impeach a sitting Republican president.
This circus is still going on as I type this Thursday afternoon. Democrats and Republicans spent Wednesday alternating grandiose speeches about the merits or atrocities of impeaching the president, neither party listening to one another.
Democrats made their minds up three years ago, regardless of the damage done to the country. They must remove Trump because they know they can’t beat him at the ballot box. Republicans have been outspoken about what the Democrats are doing, but ultimately, have done little except make speeches. I wondered why they even attended the circus.
After nearly three years, the House finally got around to impeaching the president Wednesday night. It was done strictly along party lines without one Republican voting for it, shades of Obama Care. As of Thursday afternoon, Nancy Pelosi was still sitting on the impeachment, rather than turning it over to the Senate, for reasons that are unclear, but obviously political.
Before the House vote was taken, Senator Chuck Schumer attempted to sway matters in advance for the Senate, where Mitch McConnel has said the impeachment vote will die. House Democrats know this so are attempting to dictate the guidelines their Senate counterparts will follow, which might indicate why Pelosi is sitting on it. Or, has I have long suspected, she has gone daft.
Folks, this is not how democracy operates. Liberals are subverting and making a mockery out of our system of government. Impeachment is a solemn and momentous decision - it cannot be a matter of partisan politics. Right before our eyes we are witnessing a public lynching of a president while he has been busy implementing historic economic numbers and trade agreements. To impeach Trump will usher in a stock market crash like no other.
At the same time the sedition of overthrowing a president out of office is going on in Washington DC, next door the state of Virginia is considering mobilizing the National Guard against their own citizens to remove their guns. This is a guaranteed Second Amendment Right of American citizens that Virginia is unlawfully moving to overturn. When the British attempted that act in 1776…well, we know how that turned out.
We’re witnessing a coup, folks. Liberals are fundamentally attempting to alter our country’s system of government in order to usher in a Global Socialist agenda. Historians will wonder some day why we did not throw these people out of our government at the least…or adjudicate them for treason.
If we can manage to keep a Civil War from breaking out in Virginia, we the people must become more engaged to save our democracy before it’s seized from us.