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.