Worse, it's particularly a matter of signing the entire name, John Smith, a combination uncomfortably close to Jack Smith. How annoying, how insulting, how. . .how ripe for revenge in prosecutorial terms. Could the mere knowledge of society's John Smith hotel syndrome have condemned Mr. Smith to the utter judicial madness he currently administers to Donald Trump? The guy's like a human photocopy machine with charge after charge after charge against Trump. To be sure, there's kind of a history of his frantically whipped-up work being shot down by the courts eventually, but he refuses to let a setback here or there discourage his intrepid efforts at securing justice of sorts.
Pity Jack Smith. How many times during the course of a month, when he requires overnight residence in an exclusive hotel, does a pattern repeat itself? May I help you, sir, asks the clerk? Yes, I'm Jack Smith and I have a reservation. Jack Smith? Re-e-e-e-e-ally? You'll need to do better than that, buddy. We know your kind and we know what you intend. We don't allow THAT kind of illegal activity here, so whatever you plan to do, forget it. Now, give me your real name or get out. But I am Jack Smith, look, here's my identifi. . . No way, buddy, anything can be faked. Look, you better leave and try the fleabag hotel down the street. Our hotel has standards. Get out!
Should you, dear reader, be one of thousands of men across the nation intending a hotel session with a lady of the evening this weekend, go forth boldly, unashamedly and -- as a tribute to his fine government work -- sign in as Jack Smith and show your support for this fine name. Chances are, the desk clerk belongs to some left-leaning union, and the mere mention of the Jack Smith name may get you praise and deep appreciation because you'll instantly be thought of as The Man Who Got Trump (at least temporarily). Truly, a paper hero for our time, especially among Democrats.
It's little wonder that Smith wants to indict anybody he can with even the flimsiest of ham sandwich evidence perpetrated by Democrat operatives -- the journey requires merely a short leap from high legal standards to junkyard jurisprudence. What's in a name? Everything, if it's Smith, and it might lead to feelings of inferiority and an almost pathological need to go on the attack against others in an attempt to escape the demons behind one's own ridiculously common name. Jack Smith? I'm not even sure that a quality exorcist could drive out the flames manipulating his judgment.
While Smith's efforts focus upon Donald Trump, seems there may be a U.S. President occupying the White House right now whose family sold out the country to foreign enemies using his name and government position as vice-president. If you're gonna be a Special Counsel dude, isn't it more logical to pursue somebody -- if not an entire crime family -- who actually may have screwed the whole country, as opposed to somebody who dared speak words under the First Amendment and stated a fib or two -- as was likely his right?
Jack Smith, Jack Sprat, something that doesn't mean jack, it's all the same to me. Reminds me of my Air Force days when I enlisted just after starting (the Vietnam draft, you see) a college education in radio and TV broadcasting. One of my friends (known as "Buff") on a base also wanted to pursue this avenue, high on attending, I think it was, the Elkins School of Broadcasting upon discharge. We occasionally played around with some broadcast equipment his wife allowed into their off-base home. One day, in a flash of brilliance (?) Buff left me a crude note on base reading simply, "Barrow: You can't be a broadcaster -- your jack's off!" Hmm. Hmm.
Can't win with jack. Can't win with Smith. Based upon everything I just laid out, I tend to think Donald Trump will ascend above a good deal of the politicized tripe set forth for The Agenda. Much of this starts to bear a striking resemblance to what Putin is doing to Navalny, his Russian rival.
Keep in mind, there is one man in America, in Washington, who could instantly put a stop to all of this, but of course he won't. When you're dirty, you're usually filthy dirty and corrupt to the core.
Join the Navy and see the world (of Chinese communist cash): Maybe it's that new equity thing, but it seems to me, with the apprehension of two young Navy men of Chinese heritage, charged with spying for China, that our military is desperate for recruits and failing to vet incoming personnel. Or maybe we've reached the point where those who vet don't know how to do their jobs. So now what? Prison? Rehab (!!!)? The only possible deterrence for such crimes is execution. The threat of prison time appears less viable and more like a lengthy hotel stay for modern law-breakers.
Go jab yourself: We haven't seen it yet, but there is a Swedish (?) study indicating that a remarkable one in every 35 people OF ALL AGES who received the Covid immunization (especially via one company's product, it is alleged) literally has some kind of detectable cardiac damage. If we expect this science to be reported by the bulk of America's pick-and-choose media, expect to be disappointed. Bronny James: Maybe think twice if dad suggests your next Covid booster, being that LeBron J. appeared s-o-o-o-o into shaming folks who wanted nothing to do with this instant pharmacological manifestation of a witch's brew.
The Rocky Horror John Kerry Show: Like Covid, John Kerry has become a virus attempting to infect everybody with his climate fanaticism. Add this guy to Al Gore and what do you have? Pick-and-choose science which benefits only their take on climate, as the rest of us lose liberty, choice, power, money and all the good things America was originally all about. There are tons of science voices in sharp opposition to Kerry's screed, and they must be heard as they surface one by one. The only climate I fear is the one currently orchestrated as lies told to young people, warned that they must lose everything and have nothing in order to "be happy." Kerry, Gore, the United Nations and bad science are obstacles to truth as they foment a new religion from hell called climate change without apology. If the value of our dollar has shrunk by 20 percent in recent years, just wait for the climax under the powerful smash-and-grab political lunatic fringe as it attempts to deprive us of petroleum, natural gas, propane, air conditioners and all the devices required to function using these resources.
The Democrats must be kicked out of office and maybe to another universe, for this is the party currently helping to build a larger slave plantation than any of slavery's ancestors could possibly imagine, a wholly owned subsidiary of communist China. How do we make young people witness the suicide they perpetrate upon themselves when inside of the voting booth and selecting "D" for demise?
Social Influencer Convention in NY City: There you have it. Dangle promises of a few goodies before the masses on social media and thousands storm the streets at once. It's rather puzzling to figure out why so many potential X-Box winners arrived "peacefully" with shovels, fire accelerant and other naughty weaponry ultimately used upon police officers, each other, cars and other property. Following the mayhem, Mayor Eric Adams and the chief of police excoriated parents for not showing up to control their precious little darlings -- yet, here in the city that never sleeps, a welcoming sanctuary city to thousands, ever since LBJ's "Great Society" was this place not the living mantra for single moms with no fathers necessary in the picture? Parents? For this bunch? Are you kidding? Do you think cops in fear of getting their heads bashed in by young thugs they dare not deservedly shoot dead care about parents? Not to worry, Manhattan district attorney Alvin Bragg might play daddy for some of these folks, who will ultimately believe they won something better than an X-Box. We wonder what would happen if a social influencer announced that arrests on the streets of New York City would commence in 30 minutes for everybody who shows up with a weapon?
