Many may not care for what I have to say today. I have concerns about how this virus matter has been handled and the consequences. Quite frankly, I’m not impressed with corrupt politicians and an equally dishonest media infringing on our civil liberties.
We’ve taken preventative measures for this virus too far, in my opinion. It’s destroying our economy, possibly for years. Governors like Pritzker and Cuomo whine and scare everyone unnecessarily. As I write this, reports are now coming out that the death models have been dramatically over-stated. That was not a surprise, but the fear mongering worked spectacularly.
The young and healthy should go back to work – now - while requesting the elderly and sick to remain quarantined. I would agree there should be attempts at controlling the size of large public gatherings. But the rest of you should cease telling people to stay home, infringing on others’ civil liberties – this is America.
Is there really anybody in America not aware of this virus? We don’t need more commercials about the virus, particularly from actors, musicians, and athletes telling us to stay home. It has been determined they are THE non-essential people, whereas our workforce is vitally indispensable.
Why should super stores like Target, or fast food chains like McDonald's, vast corporations, be allowed to remain open while small retail stores or restaurants with a few employees close down? There will be more people gathering at those super stores than the small diner. Who decided that was fair or in the interest of the public – corporate stores with stockholders remain open, but close the privately owned small businesses on shoestring budgets? Have you ever observed some of the folks that frequent Wal-Mart?
There is not a business in this country that is not “essential” to somebody. Why is it acceptable for truck drivers, nurses, or Wal Mart store clerks to work but not the rest of us? Are they essential, or perhaps just more expendable in the eyes of elitists? I happen to know lots of trucking folks; my daughter is a nurse in a local hospital – why shouldn’t we be working to support them too?
I, like many others, am losing confidence in Dr. Fauci. He seems like a knowledgeable doctor, but there are too many cheesy photos surfacing of him posing with Swamp members. He’s acting like a czar, protected by the media. Constantly, he’s moving the goal posts further back about the severity or length of the virus, with no sense of what it’s doing to the economy or America’s psyche.
Speaking of no confidence, the death total numbers are wrong. China is lying. The press ran full bore with America passing China in the number of cases and deaths, knowing it was false. Further, people dying of other natural ailments have been suspiciously lumped in with virus death numbers, inflating numbers further.
In leveling the economic playing field, Trump hurt the Chinese economy badly. Might this virus have been an act of revengeful biological warfare by China? Knowing they couldn’t defeat us in battle, while watching our juvenile political circuses, did China surmise now was the time to retaliate? We should be prepared to treat this matter as an attack on our country and govern ourselves accordingly.
The media’s open hostility and ill-advised questions during the daily virus briefings have been disrespectful to the president. They constantly talk and shout over him. I’m waiting for Jim Acosta to ask Trump if he still beats his wife. The media even mocked the “My Pillow” guy for his statement of Christian values, even though he converted one of his plants over for making masks.
And where is the appropriate reporting on the sexual assault charges against Biden? Why has this matter been buried? Had Trump been accused, we wouldn’t know a thing about this virus, or the death toll, because reporters would be busy looking for evidence under every rock.
For you still suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome, Trump mentioned the virus in his State of the Union but everyone was too busy cheering Pelosi tearing up the speech. Also, Senator Tom Cotton brought up the virus in late January, but Democrats were too concerned with trying to impeach Trump at the time to listen.
In kumbaya moments, people lament we all need to come together as one. Great idea. However, as long as Democratic politicians, liberals, and the main stream media keep blaming, harassing or trying to impeach Trump, it won’t happen. Your Trump Derangement symptoms must be cured first.
All of you really want to get along? Start treating our president with the respect a sitting US president deserves, because his backers aren’t giving up on him any time soon. He’s done a wonderful job leading us through this needless virus hysteria and needs to get back to work too.
Here I sit on day eighteen of quarantine, listening to classic rock music at a decibel level my wife thinks absurd for a sixty-three-year-old man. I’ve been playing albums from the mid-70’s, and well, I listened to them loud back then too. In addition to turning the music down, she also suggested I write something other than about politicians because it might be affecting my mood. Bah humbug!
We are fortunate to have grandchildren, ranging from ages twelve to two. What a blessing! We sometimes wonder how we could have skipped having children and gone straight to grandchildren. It’s hilarious watching our three daughters arguing with their kids about the same issues we argued about when they were little. We’re so looking forward to the day our son experiences the joy of squabbling with a younger version of himself. Wait till those munchkins start getting drivers licenses!
Right now, due to the China-bug, we’re missing our grandkids…a lot, as I’m sure you are as well. We have an “Alexa” that we can talk to and watch them at the same time. Despite the wonders of technology, it’s not the same. They either ham it up or wander off in mid-sentence. You can’t hug, tickle or smell them either. (Having said that, there are times I’m not missing smelling that two-year-old, regardless of how cute he is.)
What do you suppose is going through the impressionable minds of kids right now? Their whole world has been turned upside down. No structure - school, ballgames or practices, birthday parties, or going out to dinner - normal parts of ordinary life. I suppose some of the new home time regimen - if there is any - might be good for them. But, at their young ages, is there a way for them to comprehend a virus even most adults can’t rationally fathom?
Youngsters have to be frightened whether they say so. They hear their parents discuss or fight about safety measures, or see snippets on television of things young minds can’t comprehend. My daughter’s families’ have different ways of handling this issue, but those kids know something major is happening.
I have so many reservations about this virus, as do my friends and business peers. To make matters worse, there is abundant finger-pointing as to whose fault this might be or who didn’t do enough, rather than everyone pulling together. In times like this, one would think rational people would take the direction of the person elected to lead the country, but as I pointed out in a previous commentary, there are those soles who sit on the sideline complaining about what the people fighting the battle are doing. It’s easy to do from a condo in Florida or your mom’s basement in Chicago.
Our news organizations make it worse. They salaciously report on the amount of people who have the virus and died, but ignore reporting on the number of people that have recovered. The AP reported on March 31 that the US had climbed past China in virus cases. Bullshit! Do you really believe anything China tells us about this bug? They lie to their own people, why would they tell us the truth? Kids hear this crap too.
How do you think this information is working on a youngster’s psyche? Will there be any long-lasting effect on our young children? Might they grow up afraid of the world, or even worse their country, state, or town? How are the adults going to assure those kids so as they regain their sense of what it is to grow up in a strong America, the “shining beacon on the hill,” especially when some are criticizing the president’s efforts?
What will keep these children from falling into the mindset of the false security of socialism. As it is, far too many millennial's and alphabet- generations are succumbing to the likes of the nonsense of Bernie Sanders’ and his ilk. We can just hope kids eventually grow out of that erroneous thinking when they have their own responsibilities.
I started this commentary light-heartedly, but the more that was written, the more concerned I became. This virus may very well be the catalyst that tips this country away from a free Republic into the hands of a New World Order, where the Deep State, led by Obama and Hillary intended to take us. A world where the entire power structure is in the hands of but a few and misery is shared equally. The founding fathers must be rolling over in their graves - all they fought for, guided by the hand of God, gone for naught.
The reactions to the China virus - and perhaps the virus itself - is unprecedented in the history of this country. For the sake of the children, we have to come together as one to put this genie back in the bottle.
The Cambridge dictionary states the word "suspicion" as "making you feel something illegal is happening or that something is wrong."
I’ve mentioned my late father often called me a suspicious bastard, and he was right, although I am usually suspicious because I suspect ulterior motives.
Dad was one of the first to board the Trump Train but sadly, didn’t live long enough to see Trump elected, nor how nearly half the country went off the rails over Trump’s election. I believe he too would be suspicious over the methods and costs the Swamp has used to attempt the overthrow of a Trump presidency or how there are people rooting against the president. It’s comparable to rooting for the pilot of your plane to fail.
Anyway, I just can’t help myself; my brain asks uneasy questions, such as:
About Cuomo, the morning after the stimulus bill was thought to have first been settled, Cuomo was already complaining NY wasn’t getting enough money from the stimulus. How long until other governors follow suit?
On second thought, listening to Cuomo is better than listening to anything Governor Pritzker yammers about. I’ve been away from Illinois for a while, is there any truth to the rumor he’s considering a “confined-to-home” tax?
On a final note, now that CNN and their ilk are doubting Trump about his inclination to try the malaria drug, hydrochlorquine, to combat the virus I’ll finish with a hypothetical question:
If you are unfortunate enough to contract the virus and your doctor offered the drug, or instructed you to wait until the vaccine comes out next year, what’s your decision?
You listening to Trump or CNN?
Well, here we all are, hunkered down in our homes with no place to go, other than work - if you’re lucky. The coronavirus outbreak and subsequent panic caused by the media has effectively shut down the country. We do have the internet, television, our families, and in my case, lots of liquor. I’m going to have to start liking all that red wine I’ve been given as a gift over the years.
It was requested I keep thoughts about the epidemic to myself so as not to cause “further confusion.” Seems a reasonable request, particularly since I’m not a medical professional; just an opinionated suspicious “person.” (My late father used a different word.) If you’re interested in that opinion, it can be found on my Facebook page or blog. It would appear many people have agreed with me, more than normal.
Anyway, observing social media, television, and newspapers, there seems to be many people foolishly blaming President Trump for his handling of the virus. Most claims made by these people are factually wrong and their opinion of Trump’s handling of the virus is about the same as their opinion of Trump before the virus. Nothing has changed other than yet another opportunity to thump on Trump. It’s called Trump Derangement Syndrome for a reason.
We’re facing an unprecedented quarantine of our freedoms, yet have a collection of “Monday Morning Quarterbacks” blasting the president’s efforts to keep the country safe and healthy. Those misguided soles are not really doing us a lot of good, are they? How about the reporter, who, during a press conference, kept badgering Trump about being racist for calling the virus the “Chinese-virus?” How about all the folks who thought Trump was racist when he closed the border for Chinese traffic?
To all you nay-sayers, I would direct you to a great speech made by past-President Teddy Roosevelt in April of 1910 while in Paris. Usually, when they etch your likeness on the side of a mountain, an honor only reserved for a few, people believed in what you did and said.
To quote part of Roosevelt’s speech, later to be known as “The Man in the Arena” speech, it stated:
“It’s not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood…”
“if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Some cynics might need to read that again.
On a different but related matter concerning the coronavirus, now would be a good time to point out how all that stuff gets from manufacturer to distribution center to your favorite store for your hording pleasure.
Nearly everything you buy comes by truck, of which are manned (if feminists will forgive my politically incorrect term) by truck drivers. While the rest of America is hunkered down in their homes, protecting themselves and their family from contracting the virus, the trucker is out among the public ensuring your products get delivered. Lately though, drivers have to put up with a number of additional indignities that you wouldn’t. Consider:
* Outhouses now being placed outside shipping/receiving facilities, rather than the driver being allowed to use the facilities’ restrooms because the facility doesn’t want the driver contaminating their business;
* Hand sanitizers are unavailable anywhere, unless provided by their company;
* Truck stops are shutting down shower facilities, even though hot water and hand-washing are recommended;
* Rest area’s full or shut down, giving the driver no place to sleep;
* Drivers being made to sign forms about their medical condition, against HIPPA rules, before being allowed to enter a facility.
* Sit-down dining areas have all closed. Most drive-through facilities are not equipped to handle large trucks, and yet many more will not allow for walk-up traffic. If the driver does get food, he/she has to eat in the truck. If they shut down the seating area and won’t allow for walk up traffic, how is the driver to purchase food?
I urge all of you to think about this – the very people making sure your stores are being restocked are being treated, at times, like second class citizens. These indignities are rather short-sighted by the folks that have perpetrated them. You wouldn’t put up with this type of treatment.
We are all in this together. We need those truckers, now more than ever. If they stop, due to sickness, lack of rest, or food, the country will stop with them. If you see a trucker, you might not want to hug him right now, but you might want to thank her.
Ever have a nightmare? Well, I had a doozy the other night, or it might have been corona-virus hallucinations, who knows.
Anyway, the unimaginable happened. President Trump became permanently incapacitated before the election. The Trump-Derangement- Syndrome- folks were ecstatic.
My dream got worse, as I will recount.
In the wake of Trumps incapacitation, Vice President Mike Pence became the 46th president of the United States. Pence was left to deal with a media-manufactured pandemic, plummeting oil prices from OPEC’s attempt to destroy our fracking, Russian meddling, China being China, Little Rocket Man, and efforts to bring troops home. All this, and running for president against Joe Biden. (Bernie votes were not counted by the Democratic machine – voters were instructed to go home to start plotting for an AOC presidential run whenever she was old enough.)
Now, to me Pence seemed to be a decent guy and had been an effective, loyal second-in-command to Trump. He had been a pretty good governor for Indiana, too. The trouble was, Pence had all the personality and charisma of a stump. With Trump out of the picture, Pence got beat by Biden in a landslide. Democrats and Never-Trumpers danced in the streets. Obama statues were ordered.
So, much to my horror, we now had Joe Biden in the Oval Office. It got embarrassingly worse.
Two days after his inauguration, Biden was discovered in the middle of the night, dressed in a presidential nightshirt and cap ensemble, sitting at the Resolute desk, fumbling feebly with the codes of the nuclear football. When thwarted by the Secret Service, he babbled incoherently about taking the Ukraine out… “we have to do it for Hunter, you know,” he shrieked.
Upon the advice of the new vice president, whom I could not make out in my dream, Congress enacted Section 4 of the 25th Amendment – the same amendment McCabe and Rosenstein pathetically deliberated about Trump after the disgraced Comey was fired. Biden was quickly diagnosed as disorientated. Regrettably, McCabe and Rosenstein weren’t.
Sleepy Joe went back to Delaware to live out the remainder of his life in an expensive nursing home, spinning fairy-tales to the residents, expounding on his exploits to save the world. The staff would roll him to the main dining area every morning in pajamas and Aviator sunglasses. Folks just wandered in and out to hear Joe bluster the day away.
Before the vice president was sworn in as president, there was a battle waged between Nancy Pelosi and Hillary Clinton to see which one deserved the Oval Office. Lawyers and lots of taxpayer money were brought in. At one point the two women scuffled on the steps of the White House, losing their tiara’s in the process. Two Secret Servicemen had to separate them. Neither one of them had claim to the title of president, but again, as we lived in the Age of Wokeness, it just seemed like another day in the Swamp. It took a week to get the two women calmed down and put back in their place, delaying the inauguration. The news media ate it up.
At this point in my dream, I just couldn’t envision who the soon-to-be-sworn-in president was by either name or sight. It had been well known in the Age of Wokeness that men would not have been applicable for the vp post this time around – it was going to have to be a woman, particularly since everyone knew Biden was well into the process of checking out.
You see, I had been under the impression the vice president would have been Amy Klobuchar, as it would have been the only explanation for a quick exit from her presidential run and subsequent endorsement of Biden. She didn’t have the baggage of a Kamala Harris or Pocahontas Warren either.
The problem for me foreseeing Biden’s vice president candidate, as per the political machine, was that us common folk usually weren’t in on the back-room shenanigans of who the VP candidate was going to be. (Who ever heard of Sarah Palin before picked by John McCain? She turned out to be a better candidate than McCain) So, my guess was as good as anyone else’s in this regard.
I knew good, qualified candidates might be Congresswoman Tulsi Gabbard of Hawaii or even better, Rhode Island governor, Gina Raimondo. But the fact they were both qualified candidates removed them from any logical contention.
Ultimately though, it became clear, the 48th president became Amy Klobuchar, who, by reason alone of insanity became our first female president. That’s how the Democrats finally got it done.
When I awoke, it was in a pool of sweat. I grasped for the clicker to turn on FOX news. They were showing clips of Trump’s press conference on the corona-virus. I sighed. All was right with the world again – Trump was still in the Oval Office.
This commentary starts with a disclaimer. I’m not a medical professional – just a singer in a rock and roll band. This op-ed does not necessarily express the views of any organization that publishes me, although it should. What you do with my commentary, up to and including lining your bird cage, is your business.
The national media has managed to sensationalize a new strain of a common cold bug - coronavirus (COVID 19) - which was born from a butcher shop in China, and not in the Oval Office. The fear-mongering has gotten to the point it has become responsible for a stock market plunge, spreading fear and angst around the world. (Plummeting oil prices amidst an argument with Russia and OPEC are also part of the problem, but not a sensational story.)
Coronaviruses are actually a large family of viruses, including everything from the common cold to SARS, according to the World Health Organization. It predominately affects the elderly, particularly those with underlying medical issues, just like the flu does.
Many people are swallowing this hysterical pandemonium, hook-line-and-sinker. Ford is requiring vendors to fill out questionnaires about their medical history in order to enter their business. I have to wonder how they are getting around HIPPA on this. Would that have worked with our Lefty buddies when AIDS was initially scaring the bejeezus out of the country? Such is life in the Age of Wokeness.
As of March 11, 8,400 people have died of the flu in the US. Last year, 34,000 died of the flu. At the time I am typing these words, there are 1,016 Americans inflicted with the virus and 31 people have passed away. All deaths were elderly and/or had underlying medical issues. Sadly, more people die violently on a warm holiday weekend on the south side of Chicago.
Worldwide, there are 124,916 cases, of which 4,585 have died. 3,158 deaths have been in China, the epicenter. What the media doesn’t tell you there have been 67,050 people that have recovered from the virus – perhaps a little more important number.
And yet, the news frenzy continues 24/7, causing other fears throughout the country:
But the real joy of the market plunge and pandemonium for the media is that it will reflect badly on President Trump, as it wipes out recent gains in our 401K’s. It has also managed to empty our stores of toilet paper and hand sanitizer. For this reason alone, I’m not shaking hands with anybody. Clorox stock is up though if you’re looking to park some money other than a worthless CD.
According to the Left, Trump should have sensed this coming and been more prepared for it. Incidentally, he declared the coronavirus a national emergency on January 31, before anyone was infected, but the media never informed us.
This didn’t prevent her Imperial Heinous, Nancy Pelosi from ramping up anti-Trump rhetoric, which will eventually lead to someone with the intellectual level of a Maxine-Waters-type blaming Trump for unleashing the bug on hapless people. Remember when George W. Bush created Hurricane Katrina? Conversely, there were about 12,000 deaths of Swine Flu in the US, but did you hear the press blame Obama?
I understand the coronavirus is something of which to be aware, and to protect oneself. If you are elderly and have medical issues, then you probably should heed the warnings. But for most people, you have a bigger chance of dying from the flu or an unexpected heart attack than the coronavirus. The media is making a big deal out of this for no other reason than a desire for ratings and a change of president in November.
In the meantime, anybody know where I can get one of those face masks?
Now that Super Tuesday is behind us, I will start out admitting I was wrong about Bloomberg winning the Democrat nomination. I thought his money would buy his way in. It might be somewhat refreshing to know it didn’t, although a case could be made for really bad planning of getting in too late. Anyway, I was wrong – there I said it.
We now know the woke progressive Democrat party has decided their preferred candidate is…an old white guy named Joe Biden. They will promise Elizabeth Warren something significant to get her to pull out soon, probably by the time you read this.
“Trump must be destroyed at all costs,” became the mantra inside Democrat headquarters going into the 2020 presidential election cycle, which for them began the day Trump was elected in 2016. “Let’s offer the people free stuff…and no laws either,” was their woke idea. “That will rope them in and also destroy Trump.”
So, they gave the people candidates like Steyer and Buttigieg; threw in the ladies Warren and Klobuchar, added some color with Booker and Harris, then topped it off with the Asian-American, Yang. Pick one – anyone. This was all in case nobody liked their ace in the hole, Uncle Joe. They knew it didn’t matter the candidate; in the end it would be someone they would control to get back their power.
Then, something startling happened. Having candidates promising Americans everything they could ever want, with lawlessness to boot, Democrats inadvertently unleashed a monster. They are now horrified by what they birthed.
Starting as an insignificant joke they could control in the 2016 election, an ogre named Bernie Sanders now had a message catching on with too many new Democrats. Most older Democrats understood “normal” candidates were mostly lying about their promises – they were just practicing wokeness. The young ones must have missed a memo.
Crazy Bernie meant every word he said and was not to be controlled. He admitted he was a Socialist-Democrat. People were actually believing in Bernie’s rhetoric. They wanted their free stuff. All of a sudden, the Bern was a force to be reckoned with. Even a heart attack couldn’t stop him. “Could they get him to have another one?” they surely deliberated.
I’m poking fun at the quandary of the Democrats, but in reality, it’s not funny, folks. Having left our children to an education system that no longer values American ideals, they instead instilled, inadvertently or not, a new system of ethics - no pride of country, no appreciation of our rich history, and ultimately a strategy of controlled thought, much like a Bolshevik revolution.
Most sensible adults understand socialism, and its big brother, communism, has failed miserably throughout history. It’s to be regarded as a ridiculous philosophy never to be considered in a great capitalistic republic like ours.
And as if by divine intervention, the failures of socialism have been played out right next to us – first in Cuba and now at this very moment in Venezuela. Yet Bernie zealots are oblivious to the plight of the poor Cuban or Venezuelan people, intent at instilling a collective system whereby misery is shared equally by all but a few.
And Bernie Sanders intends to be one of those few, so far amassing a fortune in the process of playing the poor schmuck while doing absolutely nothing in his government career.
Have we really sunk so low as an American citizenry to expect something from the toil of others? “Tax all the billionaires,” they cry. There are 621 billionaires in the US, making up about 2% of America’s population. How much extra money do you suppose we can squeeze out of just 2% of the population before they leave the country, taking their companies with them. Hundreds of thousands of people would lose jobs. Billionaires are smart people with no intention of being “sugar-daddies.”
Did Obama’s entitlement schemes unlock a Pandora’s box, unleashing ideas of lawlessness and a notion people thought receiving their sustenance from a centralized government was favorable? Have we forgotten the sacrifices our forefathers made for us to ensure that we control our government, instead of they us?
I appreciate everyone is entitled to their opinion and we all have one vote. And I understand our system of government has lots of warts – I write about them. But what I can’t comprehend are people willing to forfeit hard-fought freedoms, from a country the envy of the world, to become part of a nanny-state.
In my opinion, anyone seriously considering voting for Bernie, an act that has the potential to turn this country upside down, should be made to visit Venezuela before allowed to vote.
Ask yourself, if capitalism is so bad, why does the rest of the world want to come here?
The Democrat debates have been nothing short of a circus and the candidates look foolish. The air-waves have been inundated with opinions that you’re probably bored or disgusted with by now. For the record, I’m not wavering on my prediction Michael Bloomberg will get the nomination, despite his poor performances to date. The reason is obvious…money. There’s not a politician or bureaucrat who won’t bend a rule or two at the smell of money.
Despite what the media is telling you, Bernie Sanders will not be the Democrat nominee for president. Picking on “the Bern” is like shooting fish in a barrel, and I refuse to believe the majority of America has become that ill-informed to believe in free stuff. Hey Bernie voters, that free stuff will cost taxpayers $97.5 trillion…and your freedom. We can’t afford it.
It’s entertaining the Democrats are losing their collective minds over Bernie’s success. They will have to come up with a new rule or policy to prevent his nomination. If that fails, they might have to defer to Hillary.
Did you see the world’s oldest male died? Japan’s Chitetsu Watanabe passed away on February 23rd, twelve days before his 113th birthday. Ironically, he had just been declared the world’s oldest male eleven days prior by Guinness.
Don’t know about you, but I don’t want to live that long. I’m hoping to get shot by a jealous husband, some time in my mid-80’s. Given that I just turned 63 on Monday, I might have to adjust that number up some.
Speaking of dying, I see we’re all going to perish soon of a pandemic, called the coronavirus. Well, that’s if you believe some of the news reports coming out sensationalizing the newest export from China. Stock market has absurdly tanked for a bit at the news, but I’m confident it will go back up soon. You can always switch your money over to the makers of face masks while they gouge everyone.
And wouldn’t you know it, our self-proclaimed Queen, Nancy Pelosi used the pandemic to beat on President Trump some more, slurring that his response was “inadequate.” For the record, this is the third pandemic in the past one-hundred years which I’m relatively sure she’s been around for all of them. Anyway, she wants control of $8 billion more tax payer money to throw at a bug that has killed less people than the common flu. But Nancy doesn’t want to make this political, she claims. Then why don’t she just let VP Mike Pence handle it as directed by Trump?
If the stock market can tank over a virus, how do you think it will fare if I’m wrong and Socialist Bernie does win the presidency? Some of you may want to start watching your 401K’s carefully…just in case I’m wrong. My wife claims I’ve been wrong before.
Just as I’m raving, a Federal Appeals Court has ruled the Federal government can withhold grant money to sanctuary states. Wonder what the Springfield pinheads in cash-strapped Illinois will do when the victims of moronic sanctuary laws start suing? Raise taxes on U-Haul rentals?
Did you see the “60 Minutes” coverage of the recent Australian fires? They sent a bubble-headed-blonde down under to report on the catastrophe. CBS showed horrific clips of the massive fires, the damage incurred, as well as the toll on both human and animal life. They reported a scientist estimated one billion animals perished in the fires, a mind-boggling statistic if even partially true. Bubble-head also covered the record-breaking heatwave, showed rescue efforts to feed and treat baby koala bears, as well as a starving kangaroo looking for food - obligatory reporting for ratings. Her report linked all this carnage to one culprit - climate change. Interestingly, she didn’t mention anything about the 24 people charged with arson for the fires. Must not have fit the CBS narrative.
What do you suppose the over/under betting line will be on how long it takes Trump to commute Roger Stone’s prison sentence for lying to Congress? (If that’s a crime, why are Clinton, Clapp, and Brenan not in jail?) Given Trumps friendship with Stone and the fact that the US District judge in this case, Amy Jackson is another liberal Swamp Creature abusing her authority, I’m going to take the “under”, regardless of the number.
Don’t believe me about Judge Jackson, look her up on a source other than CNN. She knew she had a tainted juror and did nothing about it. She also placed a gag order on Stone after sentencing him to 40 months in prison. This is America for crying out loud – ever hear of the First Amendment, Judge? She should be thrown off the bench, disbarred, and lose her pension for the abuse of her position.
I’m done ranting now. What’s your thoughts?
This Illinois schmuck was mildly surprised to hear President Trump had commuted the sentence of former-Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich last week. There had been rumors of an imminent release for over a year and I always felt uneasy as to what the connection might have been between Trump and “Blago,” as he used to be called. What possibly could have been the reason Trump was even involved in this matter.
Blago was not the only person granted clemency on February 18th. There were seven pardons and four commutations in total that day. I reviewed each for more insight.
Granted clemency for “white-collar” crimes were Eddie Bartolo Jr., former owner of the San Francisco 49’ers; Michael Milken, a junk bond trader; Bernie Kerik, a former New York City police commissioner; software entrepreneur Ariel Friedler; Paul Progue, owner of a construction company; David Safavian, a lawyer who once worked in the Bush (W) administration; and Angela Stanton, a heretofore unknown author, TV personality and speaker.
There is no way for the average person to know the level of guilt of these seven people, how it affected anyone, nor if their clemency grants were fair or not. There were other people who evidently thought so and convinced Trump.
There were also pardons for Tynice Hall and Crystal Munoz on separate drug charges plus Judith Negron for her part in a Medicare Fraud scheme, of which she admitted some culpability. On its face, all seemed to be excessive sentences placed upon these women, two of color, so pardons were more than likely justifiable.
But it was Blago’s release that made the most headlines, and in my mind, was the most provocative. It caused me to ponder Trump’s rationale.
Rod Blagojevich was Illinois Democrat governor from 2003 to 2009. He was removed from office on corruption charges for attempting to sell Barack Obama’s senatorial seat. Although I didn’t care for him as governor, I recall thinking at the time there had to be more dirty politics to this story than what the public knew. Blago had evidently upset the wrong people.
The former governor was convicted and sentenced to fourteen years at the Federal Correctional Institution in Englewood, Colorado. He had served eight years at the time of Trump’s pardon, which released Blago from prison but did not overturn his conviction.
Blago had been so intertwined with Chicago politics and politicians, including the likes of slimy Chicago aldermen, former-Mayor Daley, Barack Obama, Dick Mell (his father-in-law), and Illinois’ real boss, Mike Madigan, that it would have been impossible to see where the horse’s posterior ended and the cowboy began.
As he will remain a convicted felon, Blago can’t run for office any more…but his mouth can. He will probably be a thorn in the side of many Illinois’ politicians in the near future as I have a feeling Blago knows where “the bodies are buried.” Not good timing while the Fed is currently turning rocks over in Springfield.
But where there other determining factors guiding Trumps decision to pardon Blago? Could it have been the personal televised plea’s by Blago’s wife, Patti, or possibly Blago’s two appearances on Trump’s television show, the “Apprentice?” Or, how about the fact that Blago was prosecuted by Patrick Fitzgerald, a close friend to former FBI director, James Comey? Trump fired Comey and criticizes him for what appears to be legitimate reasons. If I were Trump, I would be leery of anything connected with James Comey.
Who knows what toll Blago’s incarceration took on Ms. Blagojevich’s health, as she pleaded with anyone who would listen to let her husband out of prison? Given her own political connections it would have seemed she could have pulled the right strings to spring him. And yet her pleas always fell on deaf ears until reaching Trump’s, a Republican. Hmm.
When you consider it was more than likely the right “connections” that got the other ten people clemency on the same day, and Ms. Blagojevich’s connections had failed, might Trump have known Blago had been buried in prison to ensure his silence on political matters within the state of Illinois?
At the time of his incarceration, Rod and Patti Blagojevich had two daughters, Amy and Anne, 14 and 8 years old respectively. Blago lost 8 years of watching his daughters mature into young women. The daughters also lost eight years of paternal guidance and love. That was a heavy price to pay by the family for a crime only discussed and had not been committed. Probably he would have done it, but the fact is, he didn’t.
I’m not advocating that Rod Blagojevich should be the next “Man of the Year,” but I think Trump’s instincts were correct on this matter, as usual. Blago suffered enough and probably more for political than criminal reasons.
It was time to let him return to his family.
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.
In the immortal words of John Lennon,
“So, this is Christmas,
And what have you done?
Another year over,
A new one just begun.”
These words were from a song by John Lennon and his wife, Yoko Ono, together with the Harlem Community Choir for “Happy Xmas (War Is Over).” Despite intense research, there’s no evidence Yoko’s microphone was unplugged during the recording. I’m not a Yoko fan.
Until I read the lyrics, I thought the third line was, “another year older.” I’ve been singing it wrong in the shower for 50 years! (Get that picture out of your head!) Either word works – they’re both bummers if you think about it too much. I tend to do that. But I learned some oddities about this popular holiday song.
This time of the year the song is heard frequently on the radio, amongst other Christmas carols. It’s one of the more popular Christmas songs, both in America and Britain. Wonder how many generations that like this song have no idea just who was John Lennon?
Ironically, Lennon didn’t write this tune as a holiday carol in the sense of others, such as “White Christmas” or “O Holy Night.” Instead, it was to be a protest song against America’s participation in Viet Nam...by a British citizen on a green card.
To promote the song, produced in late October of 1971, Lennon decided to rent billboards in twelve cities across the world declaring, “WAR IS OVER! If You Want It – Happy Christmas from John & Yoko.” The conflict went on another three years, but Lennon did live long enough to see it.
Furthermore, the melody of the song was not Lennon’s to claim. It can be traced to an old ballad about a British race horse by the name of Skewball. A folk song, it was “Americanized” by southern slaves in the early 1800’s, changing the name to Stewball. It has nothing to do with Christmas.
Lead Belly, a blues singer, recorded Stewball. I listened to it but cannot figure out how musicologists can possibly link the recording of Stewball to Happy Christmas. It should be pointed out I lack a sheepskin in musicology, being from Chebanse and all.
Later, other artists recorded “Stewball.” Surprisingly, if you listen to the version by Peter, Paul, and Mary you can hear a resemblance to “Happy Christmas,” even though the two recordings are singing about two entirely different matters.
The “Happy Xmas” song was released too late in the year to reach much of a Christmas audience, but over the years reached enormous commercial success across the world. To this day it has been recorded by a who’s- who of musicians, including John and Ono’s son, Sean.
Now that you have been enlightened in useless Christmas song trivia, Lennon asked a question in the song, “what have you done?” I mean, besides watch Democrats create new reasons to overturn the 2016 election?
Have your accomplished any of the goals you set out to do at the beginning of the year? How’s your bucket list looking? I personally resolved to lose 25 lbs. this year. I only have 30 more pounds to go to achieve that goal. I also resolved to spend a month in Arizona this past October – I got four days in.
Isn’t it funny how life gets in the way of doing what you want? Man plans, God laughs.
But while I was not getting my plans accomplished, I have to say that overall, goals were being accomplished all around me. Our children and grandchildren all got through another year relatively unscathed with the exception of a couple broken bones by our granddaughters. My mother gave us a scare too but seems to be back to normal. Business is good, jobs are plentiful, and everyone’s 401K’s are getting fat.
The point is, perhaps Lennon was being a little tough on us, or was just too absorbed in protesting the war…from an apartment in New York. As the Christmas season rapidly overcomes us, we all should remember life is a journey, not a destination. We already have a pretty good idea of what the destination holds for us. Might as well enjoy ourselves in the short while we are here.
Please remember there are people that might need our help with their journey, and right now is a great time to think about them. Also, let’s not overlook those red Salvation Army buckets and the angels standing out there in the cold tending them, wishing us Good Cheer.
“…and so Happy Christmas,”
We were out for dinner with some other couples a few months ago, in a south suburban beanery. The youngest person in the group was in the fifties and the oldest in the mid- 60’, so we were all “Baby Boomers.” As per usual, the gals were all together on one end chatting about God knows what; and the guys on another end were drinking, cursing, and solving all the world’s problems. The only things missing was a couple of big stogies and muttonchops.
One guy, and I’m being intentionally vague, brought up the question, “Well, come January 1, are you going to partake?” The question was obviously directed as to whether any of us would participate in ingesting marijuana when it becomes legal in Illinois. As mentioned, we were all Baby Boomers, so the subject of whether to partake or not to partake wasn’t really as taboo as the generation before us, but certainly not as common as what I would believe the generations after us have become accustomed.
It was a good question, and everybody thought considerably before answering. Final answers ranged from “heck, yeah” to he “didn’t think so.” One guy coyly said he’d “take the 5th.” Quite frankly, I was surprised by the hesitation to answer, myself included. I’m not sure if the hesitation was due to not really having thought about it before, as it has always been illegal and therefore out of mind, or was it a matter they just didn’t want to reveal their inclinations at this time?
It also occurred to me later that having the wife within earshot might have had something to do with their answers. Some guys might have a thought about his future pot usage, but the wife might have another thought about his pot usage that doesn’t necessarily align with hers. He probably hadn’t checked this out with his better half.
If you think about it, it’s an interesting question for us Baby Boomers, many, if not most of who probably smoked pot in their teens but stopped when all the responsibilities of being an adult mounted. Liquor was legal and easily available without the taboo, so it became an easier relaxant. One could drink in a bar, but it was frowned upon greatly of smoking a joint. You’d likely get tossed out on your ear or the police would be called. There surely can’t be many Baby Boomers however who was never exposed to pot at some time, whether inhaled of not...ala Bill Clinton.
According ABC News, the new law, passed by the Illinois General Assembly – HB 1438, Illinois citizens over the age of 21 can purchase up to 30 grams (about an ounce) of pot for smoking in their home, effective January 1, 2020. Or there is the option of edibles, candies laced with pot, which will allow up to 500 mgs. Or one can buy 5 grams of cannabis concentrate product, whatever that is. Having no idea how much pot any of those amounts are, I am not sure what happens if one were to just to go to another store for more pot. Keep in mind though, you’re employer probably has a whole different view on this.
Illinois is the 11th state to legalize pot. Illinois will sell to out-of-state folks too, but they can only buy half as much – a provision that totally goes over my head. It seems to me this provision is comparable to cutting the proverbial baby in half. If Joe is from Indiana, and it is not legal in Indiana, why would Illinois sell Joe any? Or conversely, if the object is to raise tax revenue, why not sell Joe twice as much?
Speaking of taxes, the tax paid depends on the amount of THC, the stuff that gives you the buzz, in the product. The more THC in the product, the more tax you pay, ranging from 10 – 25%. This is the state tax – the municipality where you buy your pot can add on a tax too, up to 3.75%. My understanding the state is recommending against a municipality tax.
If the law does not specify the price of pot, won’t the black market ironically dictate price? How’s this going to work if the black market is not removed? And the bigger question is, who knows how to get rid of the black market? If everything is equal but one party is selling with tax and one without, where are most folks going to buy pot? After all, there must be Baby Boomers that might try pot in order to give their liver a long over-due break.
Asking these questions for friends.
Remember when Hillary called Trump voters a “basket of deplorables?” Well MSNBC was recently looking under rocks and managed to find a former naval intelligence officer named Malcolm Nance who compared Trump voters to ISIS. Guess we know why he is a “former” intelligence officer.
CNN is now pushing a narrative that Trump supporters are trapped in a cult. Seriously!
Vanity Fair magazine mentioned the cult in an interview with George Conway, husband to Trump advisor Kellyanne Conway, reporting that he tells people “she’s in a cult.” It should be noted Mr. Conway in not a fan of the president after being rejected for a position in the administration.
From there, CNN’s Chief Media correspondent, Brian Stelter, was able to get Anthony Scaramucci, who held the job - for a week - of House Director of Communications under Trump, to repeat the cult mantra.
Stelter parlayed that to get former CBS News Anchor, Dan Rather to repeat the cult chant. Rather went so far as to include Senator McConnell under the spell of the cult. To jog your memory, Rather disgraced himself when he used unconfirmed documents for a story on GW Bush’s National Guard service. Ever wonder how many other stories Rather may have manipulated in his 44 years of “reporting?”
All of this cult absurdity may stem from a book by Steve Hassan, called “The Cult of Trump.” Hassan was trapped in the San Myung Moon’s Unification Church cult back in the ‘70’s and has since made a living being a “de-programmer” for people in the clutches of a cult.
Hassan claims Trump is using mind control over his supporters. (Note – I did not read the book) If you think about that, stating Trump supporters’ brains are being manipulated, he hubristically implies that all 63 million of us are stupid because of our choice of candidate for president. And if we are really that ignorant, then perhaps we will buy his book and/or sign up for his de-programming services before November of 2020. Bless his little capitalistic heart.
With the Left, it never stops! Are we to put any confidence in the people promoting these conspiracies?
Some folks on both sides of the aisle are starting to quote the late Rodney King, “Why can’t we all get along?” Mr. King was the man beaten violently by the Los Angeles police after he fled arrest. This touched off the bloody Los Angeles riots in 1992 when policemen were acquitted in a criminal court. King later received a large settlement in a civil suit and eventually drowned with a snoot full of dope.
It’s naïve to “all get along” when the Left has spent every minute of the Trump presidency thus far trying to impeach him and calling us deplorable, racist, misogynistic, xenophobic, white supremacist, ISIS, and now gullible enough to fall under the spell of a cult…as Mr. Hassan did. And while they are doing this, the Main stream media cheer-leads their efforts. I don’t know about you folks, but I’m just not very hospitable when called names.
Reviewing some of the moronic politicians and celebrities that guaranteed Trump would never win the White House, in front of large crowds or the camera, is revealing.
Link - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G87UXIH8Lzo
Politicians from Lindsay Graham on the right to Nancy Pelosi and Barack Obama on the Left piled on. Obama made un-presidential jokes about Trump on the campaign trail.
Then there were nearly every celebrity and all the late-night talk show clowns bashing a Trump candidacy for the camera. Seth Myer made fun of a Trump candidacy at a banquet, with Trump sitting in the audience. Everyone roared with laughter, except Trump, who had a camera pointed at him. Who’s the idiot now, Seth?
Even news pundits George Will, Lou Dobbs, Carl Rove, George Stephanopoulos and Bob Beckle got in on the act. Pelosi and Beckle moronically guaranteed Trump would never win.
You suppose these people have a common interest? None of them apologized for their boorish behavior, but they all continue to bash our pick for president, as if they are smarter than Trump supporters.
And now they and their ilk, seeing nothing else working, still try to impeach him and promote phony theories in order for us to “all get along.” The nation is divided, they say, and we all need to come together – their way! It is we that need to relent, they say.
Their version of all of us getting along is for us to succumb to their Leftist ideals. To quote the recently late Elijah Cummins, “over my dead body.”
Please don’t let Hillary know I said that.
The other day I posted a rather innocuous message on Face Book. The message read, “Jeffery Epstein didn’t hang himself.” (I can’t help myself.)
These five words must have made its way past the so-called algorithms at Face Book headquarters as the message appeared normally. I got five “likes,” one comment, and two shares before it mysteriously disappeared.
Evidently, the message upset the gnomes at Face Book headquarters, as those types of Free Speech messages are no longer fit for public view, and are not tolerated in today’s society.
The head gnome, a nasty little unit who identifies by Henrietta, sent my message straight to Mark Zuckerberg. “Z” went berserk when he read it, tearing his best T-shirt in the process. He immediately sent it to Congressman Adam “Pencil-neck” Schiff.
And that is how I came to be called before the United States House Permanent Select Committee on Intelligence.
I found myself seated at this table staring up over a high bench at bug-eyed, pencil-necked chairman, Schiff, who’s bully pulpit towers over me. Everyone to his left scowls at me; anger and derision in their eyes. Everyone to his right looks bored out of their skulls.
I looked down and noticed “What difference does it make” etched into the table.
A rough transcript of our dialogue follows:
Pencil – Neck (PN): “Mr. Webber, do you know why we called you here today?”
Me: “No clue.”
PN: “It has come to our attention you stated publicly, Mr. Epstein didn’t hang himself, which we find disconcerting.”
Me: “OK. Who’s ‘we?’”
PN: Ignoring my question, “Well, what have you got to say for yourself, Mr. Webber?”
Me: “Call me, Alan.” (I smiled to break the ice.)
PN: “OK, Alan, I will repeat the question and I would ask you to only answer to what you’re asked.” (Three people to his left hissed) “What information have you got on the Epstein matter?”
Me: “Excuse me, but that’s not what you asked me originally.”
PN: (Eyes bulging) “Sarcasm is not flattering on you, Mr. Webber!”
Me: “You know, there are a few people that have told me that when rebutting my commentaries.” (Representative Nunes laughed out loud.)
PN: “Nonetheless, what information have you got on how Mr. Epstein came to his untimely demise?”
Me: “None, I was stating an opinion. That used to be legal in this country before you snowflakes took over.”
PN: (Scowling) “When you made the statement, “Jeffery Epstein didn’t hang himself,” are you talking about the financier who recently was tragically and mysteriously discovered deceased in his prison cell in Manhattan?”
Me: “Why was there another?”
PN: “We’ll ask the questions, Webber!” (I thought the eyeballs were going to come out of their sockets.)
Me: “Hey, I’m asking for a friend, did those two guards commit suicide yet?”
With this comment, the gavel slammed with all the force Schiff could muster while calling for a ten-minute break. Everyone on the right took out pillows for a nap. Everybody to the left headed off to a little office with Schiff, me in tow.
Once inside a dark room I was beaten, kicked, and spit upon, evidently for my insolence. I swear I heard Hillary’s laugh. Glad I didn’t ask about the whistleblower.
Ten minutes later I took my seat again at the table with all the hotshots staring down at me. Congressman Jim Jordan of Ohio took one look at me and demanded to know who beat on me.
PN: “Mr. Jordan, we have no idea how that happened, but it is not your turn yet, so we will continue our questioning.” (While talking he never took his eyes off me in case I was going to talk out of turn in his proceedings. I just sat there, wiping spit off.)
PN: “Now, Webber, are you sure, Mr. Epstein is dead?”
Me: “Not really.”
PN: “Then why did you say he was?”
Me: “I didn’t. I said he didn’t hang himself.”
PN: “Who didn’t hang himself?”
Me: (perplexed) “Epstein!”
PN: “If he didn’t hang himself, why did you say he did?”
Me: (Head shaking) “I didn’t…, er ...my point was he was hung, but didn’t do it himself.”
PN: “And how do you know that?” (He leaned over his high bench; lips pursed.)
This grilling went on for twelve more hours. The people on the right side of Schiff had all snuck out some time during the proceedings. Those on the left continued to scowl and hiss me, never blinking.
Schiff did all the talking, dissecting every word of my post, turning them every which way.
Finding nothing to be gained with that path, he started dissecting each letter of the words…right up until it was time to wake up.
I might have to go back tomorrow.
Within our area, mention great high school football coaches and one name will usually come to mind, Bishop Mac’s Hall of Fame Coach, Rich Zinanni, the coach with the third most wins in Illinois history.
But if one were to travel just twelve miles south, through all that corn, to Central High School, they would find an unassuming former science teacher, virtually unknown to anyone outside of the Central area or High School coaches circle, who is becoming one of the best football coaches within the area’s history.
If he stays coaching 3-4 more years, he will be in the top 50 all-time in Illinois wins himself.
Sporting a goatee and his trademark khaki shorts throughout the football season, regardless of the weather, former Idaho boy, Brian Spooner is quietly amassing an incredible record with Central football, where the sport is king. (Central is my Alma mater but I somehow managed to graduate, long before Spooner's arrival.)
Central just completed another extraordinary year, going undefeated for the season before losing to Fieldcrest in the 2A quarter-final playoffs by a score of 37-19. It didn't help that three of Central's players were out with injuries, but Coach Spooner would never complain. They wound up with a sparkling 11-1 record this year.
Spooner, also Dean of Students, has been coaching football for 25 seasons, 22 of them at Central. He has guided the Comets to 158 wins, more than double any former Central coach. Additionally, he has been at the helm for ten conference titles, 2 state semifinals and 5 quarterfinals appearances. He too is a member of the Illinois High School Football Coaches Hall of Fame.
Having grown up in Chebanse, I know the football teams at Central are predominately made up of the sons of hard-working farmers and blue-collar workers from the small Otto, Chebanse, Clifton, and Ashkum areas. Life is simpler in those areas where everybody knows everyone else. There are no special "recruits" coming to Central, nor anyone going on to play football in major college programs. The last one to do so, Bill Burrell, was over 60 years ago. They are young men destined for the workforce after school and/or college.
Yet, year-after-year, Spooner takes kids “from the corn” under his wing and molds them into near championship caliber. He hasn't quite gotten to the big game yet in Champaign, but often gets close. He will have another opportunity next year as many on this year's team will return. Spooner does this by the force of his own nature - those kids will run through a wall for him. He can be tough, but they love him because he always has their back.
I witnessed that force of nature, first-hand, back in 2008 when my son, Zach played football for him...begrudgingly, in his senior year. Zach had been playing football with the same boys since they were in Pee-Wee football, and quite frankly, they were never very good. In the previous eleven years of playing football for dads posing as coaches, winning seasons were rare. There was no reason to think anything would be different in 2008.
The season started out with Central surprisingly winning its first two games. They went to Chester next, south of St. Louis, and lost a game they probably should have won. Next on the schedule was St. Joe, a team with a long history of beating this Central class like a “red-headed-step-child.” Somehow, Spooner willed those boys to win that game in a squeaker; and the fire was lit. They realized then if they could beat St. Joe, they, as a team, could beat anybody. You saw it in their eyes.
That marginally talented team stomped their way to a 10-3 record, coming within one game of going to the big dance in Champaign, losing to the eventual State Champion, Immaculate Conception. That season will always be one of the highlights of their lives, directly attributed to Spooner. After that last loss to IC, Zach came to me, tears in his eyes, thanking me for encouraging him to keep playing football.
To this day, he and his friends speak often, both fondly and reverentially about the “Coach.” Spooner’s credo of “fifteen minutes early is fifteen minutes late,” has stayed with them, teaching them to always be prepared.
Central doesn’t always get as much press as the more “local” teams. You probably would be hard-pressed to find many people outside the area who could name the football coach at Central. That’s a shame as Central is fortunate to have a real jewel in Coach Brian Spooner.
It’s getting tedious writing about political theater. It takes quite a bit of time to keep up with the political shenanigans, and quite frankly, affects a fella’s mood. Some of the distractions being allowed now, such as Adam Schifts kangaroo court, to use as just one example, are criminal, as well as embarrassing to our country. Question – what if the Republicans just stopped paying attention to the Schift circus?
Politics seems to be a never-ending festival of elected officials reaching into our pockets or usurp the powers the Founding Fathers bestowed upon us. Then there are those just biding time, enjoying the generous benefits they have bestowed upon themselves.
There was a meme on Face Book that, much like the race car circuit, called for politicians to wear advertisements on their suits for all the companies buying their favor. It’s the rare politician on either side of the aisle who is not beholden to some lobbyist, business, or country. This is why they leave DC and state capitols as millionaires. They siphon off our money. We know this and allow it to happen because they are masters at keeping us at odds between ourselves! Don’t believe that – look at the three year crusade of trying to impeach Trump.
As I burrow deeper into the bowels of politics, I’ve also become more cynical of the national media’s efforts to prop up distractions. Read the original and blasphemous obituary by the Washington Post on Baghdadi, calling him an “austere religious scholar,” rather than the animal he really was. This was nothing but pot-stirring by a major national media outlet.
It truly is a Swamp, folks. I can’t fathom how President Trump takes this beating every day. If I were him I’d give up and go chase Melania around the mansion.
Our problem is apathy folks; a fancy word for not caring. We seem to be hurtling towards Socialism, perhaps within the next 10-15 years. More than 50% of our youth are willing to give Socialism a shot, primarily because they have not been educated in the misery of Socialism. Our schools and universities have failed us shamefully in this regard. Evidently, we should have given those individuals a few more pensions.
It’s disheartening to think of the amount of American blood spilled to keep our country the free beacon to the world, only have it spiral down the drain without a shot being fired. We were warned of this by Nikita Khruschev decades ago. Once Socialism has been instilled, democracy will be gone forever.
With the advent of Socialism in America, next will be a member of a New World Order, promoted by liberals like Obama and Hillary. While that may seem utopian on paper, the fact is, to truly become part of a global society will require America to pay the bills.
Winston Churchill said of Socialism, “… Its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.” For a true globalist society to flourish, they will have to bring the American citizens standard of living to the level of the rest of the world - predominately broke. The reason most of them are broke is that their governments have all the money.
There is an inordinate amount of people unaware of any of this, paying no attention to actual journalism, receiving information only from television, the internet, tweets, or Face Book. It’s too time-consuming to read. All these different platforms try to “one-up” each other for advertisement dollars - who can make the most sensation so as to grab attention? Every mainstream media news story is “BREAKING!” MSNBC's are all “exclusive!” Every FOX news story is a “bulletin.” Don’t know about CNN as nobody watches anymore.
On a smaller scale, look how few “letters to the editor” the Journal gets. They plead for letters. They want people to read and become engaged. Think about what is being reported or opined in the Journal, then rub a couple brain cells together and react! Don’t just sit there like a bump on a log – it’s your country too. If you think the author is wrong, rather than hurl invective's on social media, state your rebuttal intelligently. Save your expertise at profanity - nobody is impressed.
There’s an old axiom, “Just because you aren’t paying attention to your government doesn’t mean your government isn’t paying attention to you.” Do we want to be known in history as the generation that allowed socialism into the greatest country the world has ever known?
Our politicians and mainstream media have proven they aren’t going to stop Socialism from coming either. Sadly, we can’t depend on them.