Scamala Harris and Cat-less Child Ladies

It's democracy in action and the coup-coup clock has chirped midnight!  A Democrat-ick Party so concerned with saving democracy just un-saved it by all but solidifying "Scamala" Harris as its next presidential candidate in waiting.  Forcing electoral delegates into submission just days before its national convention takes the comedy stage in Chicago, the highest of the high in the party took no time at all in usurping delegate obligations by essentially telling the bottom of its loyal from-the-bottom-up crowd that they possess no voice in this matter.  Yes, Joe Biden was nominated to serve again, but his name is about to disappear down the oft-mentioned Memory Hole surmised by the author known in the literary world as George Orwell in his book, 1984.  In this perpetual land of absurdities, we wouldn't bat an eyelash if a Hollywood celebrity donor was nominated as vice president.

As members of the goddamned leftist-complicit mainstream media sharpen their claws in a continuing effort to take Trump down by any means necessary, we marvel at official and press denials that Scamala was Biden's "border czar," a fact made obvious by the release of numerous media pronouncements of that very designation in March of 2021.  With her having never visited the troubled Southern border areas even once, it's rather difficult to sum up the results of her seemingly invisible efforts.

Harris, almost hands-down the most radical Democrat ever to sit previously in a high congressional position, leaves behind a trail of well-documented acts of official horror, available -- but quickly being scrubbed away -- online for those who keep score.  Offering to bail out participating street rats who burned cities and were arrested during riots following the George Floyd affair was just one of her execrable actions, but to explore further and understand her past maneuvering to alter the tools of a state and nation that made America and Americans respected world-wide is an eye-opener.

Shockingly, Harris was part and parcel of an administration bent upon hiding the truth from the people -- lying -- about a President seriously in decline.  And now. . .and now she is top dog in the Democrat candidate dog park.  Common Democrat voters be damned, mission accomplished.

Anybody prepared to vote for the scam that truly is "Scamala" Kamala Harris needs to keep in mind that with her help as the next President, the influx of illegal immigrants of every ilk will increase, not retreat.  Call her a czar, call her a star, the borders will stay open.  If you like taxes, hordes of foreign people sharing and caring nothing of our heritage, heightened world war chances and deficits, this is your champion.

Obviously, for the star-struck among the left, that phony-appearing congratulatory phone encounter between Harris and the Obamas put frosting on a political turd, and it is unfortunate that the party faithful, so appealing to the gullible, would stoop to this nonetheless predictable level of bad drama to glorify a terrible candidate.  But the fix is in.  The progressives' coup-coup clock ticks forward to hide and obliterate the past.  The Memory Hole will repair what was before into bright promises for the future, couched in words guaranteed to assure misbegotten votes by the beguiled.

Biden pretends he is in charge:  His saber rattles impatiently about changing the face of the Supreme Court, just another valued Democrat wish, indulged in by Sen. Schumer and other radicals.  Having pretty much infiltrated every department of government already, the Democrats thirst to control the one institution which, until now, has resisted poison pill legislation from the left.  This panic is all about the left losing big time in the Court, as primarily the conservative Justices strive with some success to curb big government influence and return its workings to the people.  The fact that the Court has attacked the bee's nest which maintains an all-too-cozy government-corporate relationship drives senators such as Schumer and Warren into a frenzy.  Term limits for the Justices?  How about first having term limits for Congress -- and for people such as Schumer himself?  If you want your country to turn to pure socialism, a take-down of the Supreme Court establishment is the left's final necessity.  Can you say h-e-l-l-l-l-l-o Venezuela?

J.D. Vance wants YOU (to make babies).  My position, simply put:  Hooray for the childless cat ladies.  Somebody needs to care for all those damned felines and, despite warnings of too few humans inhabiting the planet, I say enjoy the absence.  Too many, too few humans, whatever -- we destroy far more of our surroundings than we save, killing everything and destroying the habitat of other creatures as we do so.  Meanwhile, cat-less child ladies should stop producing large families and take in more cats (and don't forget the dogs).  As far as J.D. goes, he believes what he believes.  So what?

California fires rage on:  While weather can influence the eruption of forest fires, I'm darned well convinced that more than one arsonist is responsible for the steady diet of blazing infernos devastating the country.  You know they're out there, and we suspect they exist significantly among the climate change cult and other concerns dedicated to keeping the flame of chaos alive to "prove" a point.

The Paris Olympics:  You know (said the person who hates sentences starting out with "you know"), I've never been able to get into this mega-athletic thing.  To me, the competition in all sports is like a farting contest -- like who can fart the loudest, send it the farthest, express it the longest and produce one smelling worse than its competitors.  Beyond that, this is all such a personal ego thing where somebody can claim their something or another is bigger and better than somebody else's something.  These folks, hard though they train, claim to represent their nations -- yet, as a resident of the USA I get neither a gold, silver, bronze or even a brightly painted clay  medal in gratitude when "my" athlete wins. Why should I care about any of this when I harbor enough of my own neuroses to keep me mental for seconds at a time?  Like -- isn't Iran or North Korea just about ready to produce a nuke that can join me for a scrambled egg breakfast?  Maybe I could just deter a nuke with a wave of the Olympic torch.  And the winner of the highest ascended fart competition goes to. . .

Just One Little Reason Why Kamala Won't Win

Revelations don't come cheap in the Democrat Party.  With the announcement Sunday that Biden won't run for re-election, it was ready, set and GO for the party's adoring mainstream media, whose almost total Democrat registration cell lamented the situation as if it were Biden and not Trump who encountered a sniper.  These, the so-called journalists who still report on national TV every night that something was "completely" destroyed, when common sense dictates that the added word, "completely" is purely superfluous, reported about this tragedy with sad faces, often appearing despondent.

However, despair not, for these are the same folk whom, along with every Democrat operative and White House staffer high enough to pull the national strings, knew for nearly four years (if not earlier) that this dufus and veteran political hack was too incompetent to make a rational decision by himself.  The delayed drama of shock and horror is simply frosting on a moldy, perpetually unappetizing cake.

Yet, hardcore Democrat voters, with their party's lies now staring them squarely in the face, probably won't care for the most part because the media and a plethora of other sources have done their propaganda job well, convincing constituents that Biden "saved democracy" while trashing and subverting it with social media censorship and withholding of freedom of speech in every way possible.

Kamala Harris for prez?  Are you kidding?  Almost up to the very moment of Biden's alleged pull-out this obvious DEI VP praised his abilities and mind status.  These people are liars among the lying, and who cares?

Here's my take on Harris as nobody in particular, but mark my words:   Just as a significant population among voters was turned off (if not turned to stone) by Hillary Clinton's shrill voice on the campaign trail, so it shall be with Kamala, whose shrill inflections and anything BUT infectious laugh equate to the screeching sound of fingernails on a blackboard.  Nobody with normal hearing and common sense wants this.  Note the common sense part of that sentence, which is so lacking anymore.

Farewell to the brilliance of the dearly departed Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee:  Only she knew that American astronauts have walked on the surface of Mars, having mentioned this little gem on one occasion years ago.  Um, I think she was in error, but who am I to question a public servant of her stature?  I suspect perhaps the congresswoman spent too much time swimming in the sulfuric oceans of Venus during vacations.

Donald Trump spoke for 92 minutes:  Yikes!  What an. . . insurrection?  Those who complained should realize the man was obviously changed by his near-death encounter, and if he felt the need to deviate from the script and the clock, he was entitled.  Good grief, how we tire of his critics who are intent upon making us forget what a great first term he had as President, until Covid and the virus that is the Democrat Party entered the stage and fouled everything up.

Crowdstrike struck:  Pardon my legendary technological ignorance, but may we ask what we're supposed to do once AI gets a foothold and experiences a computerized psychosis which no software can repair?  Today's little problematic software update escapades do not reassure us about the future -- and as we've often said, remember, "Star Trek" was fiction, not necessarily a successful blueprint for the future.

Like Fifties TV and Movie Westerns

Even as a kid parked in front of the family TV set -- that is, the black-and-white screen variety, as there was no such thing in the stores yet as "color" TV -- I made two observations:  First, almost every time two characters would meet in a low-budget horse opera TV show, 10 years had passed since they last met, or maybe 10 years had elapsed since some major event had occurred.  Every point of reference in the scripts had the characters referencing, not six, not seven and a half, or 20 years, nope, it was always 10 years ago or nothing.

However, as if strangely prophetic, another common vehicle used in TV and movie westerns was having main and indispensable characters who happened to encounter gunfire to emerge with what were always described as either (1) "flesh wounds" or (2) instances where they were conveniently "just grazed" by stray or intended bullets.

Saturday evening in Butler, Pennsylvania, former President Donald Trump's right ear was, as if by life imitating fifties movie art, just grazed. With a flesh wound.  Deduct a little upper ear cartilage and add maybe just a big enough hole for a fashionable men's earring and what do you have?  Trump owns a flesh wound on account of being grazed like a fifties TV cowboy.

Of course, no cowboys were involved here, seemingly just a young, all too common 20-year-old dorky loner guy with a past history of being bullied.  Was he influenced by Internet morons or activists of some similar ilk?  So far nothing shows up, but his phone still requires research.  We are told he had explosive devices or materials at home or in his possession?  Thomas Matthew Crooks was his name before, according to some, part of his head was blasted into eternity by a Secret Service sniper.  Tragic that Crooks' shooting was a little more accurate regarding innocent bystanders among the bleachers crowd, leaving one man dead and two other men badly injured.  For a kid who was rejected for his high school rifle team because he allegedly couldn't shoot accurately, it appears he proved the school only partially correct on Saturday, fortunately for President Trump, who seems to have turned his head to the side, getting only a little more than nicked in the bloody nick of time.

Meanwhile, we await the usual suspects in Congress demanding an end to "assault" rifles.  They will primarily be Democrats who would confiscate all guns from every American if they could.  None of them care that "assault" weapons have been in public hands since the fifties, obviously demonstrating that it's the people, not the guns which have changed over the decades.  There is no current fix for brains gone wild among the anonymous.

To entertain the grotesque for a moment, there do exist people who wonder why these shooters spend so much time and expense in advance preparing and prettying up their intentions, only to end up shooting the "wrong people."  I guess that might make sense, because it could be argued that there are "right people" whose fateful and deadly encounters with twisted, yet determined gun-wielding lunatics or messaged actors would be of some benefit to society.  However, the mere suggestion of such societal gains will never be taken up in conversations with Congress or local law enforcement personnel.

We join the rational world in wishing Mr. Trump well, expressing condolences to family members of the dead, and hoping the best for those wounded.  In the meantime, note to adults everywhere:  An uncomfortable number of your kids have gone bonkers.

What of the Secret Service?  Failures aplenty seem disturbingly routine everywhere in a government administered by the Biden gang, and the very chief of the Secret Service may be a lady hired because of DEI standards.  DEI, by the way, is nearly destined to fall apart, as it should.

An additional word to the Biden gang:  While this is not the time for partisan politics (well, according to some), we do hope you'll all take another look at your original decision NOT to provide Secret Service protection to RFK, Jr.  Obviously, the implications of such ill-advised, politically driven decisions should now become crystal-clear.

And regarding President Biden's urgent (??) Sunday evening TV address:  Was this intended to send a message about unity, or by including an obligatory mention of January 6 was this a mini-campaign speech for Democrats?  Strange they would offer this brief appearance, since Biden's televised words on Saturday following the shootings would seem to have covered everything.

From my point of view, the toxicity of DEI and Internet lies on impressionable young minds is not irrelevant.  The solution could involve better parenting and a return to basic education in schools and colleges, not Internet censorship. High among questions is the bearing outrageous anti-Trump lies may have exerted upon the young shooter.

The thing about Saturday's tragedy is, the attempted assassination of a President wasn't carried out by some shady terrorist network's members. History may record that the whole thing was planned and accomplished by some geeky or nerdish-appearing all-American boyish-looking man who, for all appearances, appeared every bit the kind who used to get a certificate of achievement from the chamber of commerce for doing good deeds in his community like saving kittens trapped in a well.  Again, we are infamously deceived.

Joe Biden and the Temple of DOOMocracy

By the time ABC-TV got around to hosting a panic & rush job with -- or consolation prize for -- special guest President Joe Biden Friday evening, the purpose didn't matter.  There they were, a small cadre of Democrats posing as open-minded journalists, each with a somber face suitable for attendance at an execution.  Why so glum, chums?  Because the years of lies and distortion they helped foster in collaboration with complicit leftist White House hacks finally bit 'em in the ass.  TRULY, the emperor Biden wears no clothes of rock-solid reason, and any American with five functioning senses should have known it long ago, but for the constant barrage of media and government-generated misinformation and disinformation. Agendas be damned.

But until now Joe's been their man, selling banana republic "democracy" to the unaware crowds over our nation's actual existence as a constitutional republic.

Just days before, there were all of those A-list celebrities donating fractions of their treasures for a re-elect Biden campaign.  When I see actors it's an obligation to see many of them for what they are -- masters of deception.  That's why they're called "actors."  They know how to act when big money and personal political desires blow in the wind.  Often, they subside in their own little worlds of existence.  An imitation of life comprehended not by the rest of us.

Coordinating sorta-news anchor George Stephanapoulos (this name was just made for erroneous vowel usage) made a point in declaring that Donald Trump refused an opportunity to get in on the fun.  Why would he?!  The less Trump says (maybe he finally learned the benefits of silence) as this effete Democrat clown show erupts and swallows its own internally, the better.  If we should all tremble for anything, it's the fact that our national security currently depends upon the administration crumbling before our very eyes.  What will they do, propel Biden out of a circus cannon into another country so they can replace him?  With whom?  Kamala for now, probably, but then what?  Newsom, who destroyed California single-handedly?  Witmer, whom government agents couldn't even deal with in a kidnap plot of somebody-or-'nother's making?  She travels out of the country a lot, too, so maybe not a good choice.

We suspect the Democrats will sweep Biden into some pleasant abyss with the kindest of words as they seek to replace him with -- well, how about Michelle Obama, many say? Great, then she can be Harris's VP.  Hmm.  Doubt that.

The mainstream news, the government, the Covid liars and Internet censors: It just gets better.  And now we see on full display the Joe Biden who was hidden from us by the usual suspects as they provided glowing reports on his health status every single day.

In a way, this current madhouse staffed by the most radical of Democrats is like going to the airport, experiencing all the security bullcrap and inconveniences, and then being told that international terrorists were defeated and had no lasting influence on our lives as we come and go.  Truth is, Biden's influence, like the odor you can't erase from your cat's litter box, will circulate among our lives for generations to come.

Biden Mobs and Utica NY Mobs -- No Brains Required

In the days following President Biden's catastrophic debate with Donald Trump last week, it was pathetically amusing, but not surprising, to watch Biden's adoring crowds dismiss his mental failings without prejudice.  OF COURSE the man who perches on the edge of World War III as he fumbles his way through his time in Office, inept and corrupt to say the least, looks like a million bucks in front of the Democrat crowds post-debate: The pressure for explaining an administration beneath contempt was off.  No Trump, no reporters' questions in an enclosed space, no reasoning, no need to trouble his declining brain cells with logic or facts which, to be kind, barely exist within the Biden gang of bureaucrats.  Biden's mobs of supporters, true to form, stand in union-like unity to wear blinders and leave the patently obvious unseen.

My head was already swimming with a touching "love story" about one illegal immigrant murdering another illegal immigrant, all of which kind of cancels out my compassion gene, thus making the whole incident moot.  Then. . .

Then, just as I was hoping to move on from visions of mob mentality to something more substantial, such as the efficacy of those automatic cat litter cleaners shown on TV commercials (no, I don't have a cat, but I see no reason why one shouldn't have the device in the house just in case of an unanticipated feline emergency or something), the city of Utica, New York popped up on TV screens this weekend.

Seems the mobs were at it again, doing what they do best, this time fueled by street activists and angry people who probably couldn't score a detectable number on an IQ test if the answers were written on their palms.

What happened?  To be cautious, we'll just say the crime is alleged -- but in this era of police and bystander phone videos, it's not difficult to have a pretty good instantaneous idea of what went down.

According to reports, a couple of teens were stopped by Utica cops in relation to armed robberies in the area.  One, 13 years of age (hmm -- wearing a hoodie on a warm evening?) ran off, and while a police foot chase took place -- and this is clearly apparent on videos -- the kid drew a gun and pointed it at the cops.  Refusing to drop the weapon when ordered, he chose to point it at the officers even when tackled to the ground and one officer shot him dead with one bullet.

Turns out, the child had in his possession a mere pellet gun which looked like a real Glock, right down to the name Glock embossed on the black weapon, a true replica equipped with a removable cartridge.

As we tend to expect anymore, a segment of Utica's residents hit the streets and quickly transformed from humans into a toxic mob uninterested in hearing the truth, even drowning out the voice of the police chief who tried to provide answers.

Once various aspect videos were released to the press hours later, it was clear and without controversy that the teen had the gun raised in his hand.  But does the mob ever care about facts?  Of course not.

Chances are pretty good that two deaths occurred that night, the second being the spirit of a broken-hearted police officer who learned that he shot and killed a kid.  That cop will never recover as he tries to figure out how his intention to do great things for the people he faithfully serves turned into a nightmare from which there can never really be an escape.

And the mobs.  They won't forgive or understand, for to forgive would make them realize what monsters they became in just minutes.  The bogeyman they blame is almost always the police, never themselves.

Not to forget the kid's mother, clusters of neighbors surrounding her as she melted into tears while street know-nothings shouted ignorance for the TV cameras.  We think, mother, where were you?  Where was the family?  Did anybody, especially you, notice what your son was allegedly doing on the streets?  Where was daddy as years passed?  I'm supposed to blame the cops for their parenting or lack thereof?  Don't attempt to enlighten me with anecdotes of what a wonderful boy the community lost, for he had likely already mastered all the rehabilitation he was going to get on the streets of Utica.  A shame, a tragedy.  The cycle is bound to continue unabated because neither the police nor the streets can raise other people's children.

Would you really expect a police officer to wait for somebody holding a gun to fire off the first shot -- sort of a "go ahead, you first" -- before taking the initiative to save his or her own life when split-second decisions regarding danger must be made?

Even if everything appears legal and by the book, you can almost bet that right now there's a lawyer promising grieving family members a multi-million dollar lawsuit, when in reality whatever passes for parenting in this sad case should probably be admonished for raising a rotten kid attracted to at least one allegedly rotten friend/co-conspirator.  The mobs, of course, will demand "social justice." Whatever the hell that is.