Senator Schumer and the Temple of Censorship: There stood New York's senior senator before the cameras, posed for all the nation to see, and then he did it. So enraged was grandpa Schumer about part one of Tucker Carlson's Fox-TV show, in which previously unseen videos of the January 6 Capitol riots saw the light of televised night, that New York's beloved political hack begged Rupert Murdoch to put an instant end to this, this. . . this First Amendment outrage, and not allow part two to be shown.
At that moment, Schumer revealed himself as "old Twitter" incarnate, willing to go that extra mile to keep Americans sanitized, clueless and perpetually ignorant about any activities capable of making the political left charlatans any worse than they regularly demonstrate themselves to be.
Notice, too, how the left seems intent now to breed confusion over just who qualifies to be a journalist. "So-called journalist" is their phrase of choice. These are indeed dangerous waters when the political class of hyenas join with THEIR hand-picked variety of corporate reporters to tell the rest of us who wields truth, and we had better not question their ethics. To these folk, ethics is just some word that sounds like a county in England.
Keep in mind, Schumer and his authoritarian ilk don't like real journalism when the spotlight gives unpleasant facts pr their "leadership" methods a truth colonoscopy. We say here and we say now, because words are all we have, voters who drool lovingly over Democrats in the next election may have a mindset derived from some mystery bacteria as yet undiscovered by logical, probing brain microscopes. The alternative? Dunno, but it's not that.
Medical Intervention in Matamoros: So you found this darling little place in Mexico for a discount "tummy tuck," and you and your friends pile into the old jalopy and head downwards on the map from South Carolina. You've been here before, maybe, so why not proceed through that quaint little town of Matamoros. Unfortunately, a couple of your friends receive a Mexican death tuck, one comes damned close to it and you. . .so, how did that all-essential tummy thing work out? One might wonder whether dropping a half-dozen kids in the first place helps maintain your knockout figure, but a discount surgical trip should obviously have screamed irresistible bargain.
But a drive through Matamoros? Anybody remotely aware of The News should know how dangerous a place this is. A few years ago, and I don't have the details available as I write this, some young, white college students encountered a Mexican gang during a leisurely trip to Mexico -- Matamoros -- and there were deaths. As I recall, one young man was murdered and chopped into pieces.
These are need-to-know things, but dollars to donuts the tummy tuck adventurers had no clue as to the history of this extraordinarily violent place.
Sometimes, it might be worth spending a little more in the states for your procedure, or just let your gut drag along the floor as you slowly make your way to the kitchen for a bag of super-fried pigeon gizzards or whatever. The Matamoros pre-surgical intervention and arterial blood air-conditioning just isn't worth it in the current border/drug climate.
The Oscars: Another year of ego worship and another year of nobody bothering to thank active duty military men and women for their bravery and commitment. Thanks Academy, and **** you.
