On Planes & Change

 

Hate didn't get them anywhere

so the Demos are trying spite.

Having seen their best efforts to steal another election foiled, the Democrat party, mostly in the form of Chuckie Schumer, is doing everything it can to give the incoming Administration a much harder row to hoe.

The worst is the nonsense taking place in what passes for foreign policy. The body double in Brazil wouldn't even acknowledge the press. Undoubtedly, because they were sure to ask what the Hell his masters thought they were doing giving American missiles to the corrupt regime in Ukraine and then giving them permission to fire them into Russian territory.

As one might imagine, Vladimir Putin is more than a little perturbed about this (and I'll bet you thought you'd never side with a Russian dictator). He's rattling the expected saber, approving lowering the criteria for a Russian nucular strike on the US. Our crack National Security Council of Winken, Blinken, and Nod saw no reason to change US criteria.

Add to that the hoohah earlier this year over the Demos wanting to bring back the draft, not only for all those patriotic Lefties in man buns, but for all those wxmyn with shaved heads, blue bracelets, Handmaid's Tale garb, and general psychopathy. Yes, kids, your kids, all of them, may soon be singing something like, "Good Bye, Mama, I'm Off To Yokohama", or something that rhymes with Kharkov.

I'm wondering if a march on DC with the aim of taking and holding the halls of Congress until 1/20/25 might be needed. I mean the 1st Amendment is back with us.

If not, there might be more than a tiny elf and 8 tiny reindeer coming over the Pole this Christmas.

On Legacies, Making America Fun Again & The Joy of Dancing

 

I couldn't get the video to load that first shows Tim Walz carrying on and gesticulating about his inability and unwillingness to forgive "those other guys" for "trying to steal the JOY from this country" before it launches into a "hold up, wait a minute, something ain't right" moment, followed by a collection of clips celebrating the joy of The Dance. 

It's here at:   https://x.com/CitizenFreePres/status/1858394199999062349

For a sense of inner dance, there's also this by Scott Pinsker on The Sad Demise of Nancy Pelosi:

"She was so close!

Your legacy is a tricky thing. More often than not, timing is everything: Had Bill Cosby died 20 years ago, chances are his legacy would’ve been vastly different. (Of course, the all-time worst historical legacy belongs to Moctezuma II, a.k.a. Montezuma. He probably wanted to be known as a “Great” king, a la that Alexander kid from Macedonia… but instead, his name became synonymous with traveler’s diarrhea. I’m 99.5% positive that’s NOT how he wanted to be remembered.) All Nancy had to do was stick the landing.

But Nancy Pelosi didn’t just whiff the mark — she cost her party control of the House, the Senate, the White House, the Supreme Court, and even the popular vote!

And now, her legacy is finished."

On Buzzing & Stroking

 

On Many Moods & Recriminations

 

On Different Perspectives & Visual Awareness

 

On Media Gaslighting & Voter ID

Imagine the size of the sweep if those two factors weren't in play!    

My old arithmetic teacher, if he's still alive, would swoon if he saw this

I did some math on the '20 election and the numbers come out interesting.

There were 258 million Americans of voting age in '20 and 168 million registered to vote in '20*. That pretty much dovetails with the rule of thumb in American politics that says 2/3 of those eligible are registered and, on Election Day (President, of course), turnout is ~50%.

Now, the number of votes by which the Demos fell short this year is between 15 and 18 million. So subtract 18 (why not?) from Idiot's 81 million and you get 63 million. Which doesn't add up if Pew's 66% turnout is accurate. More to the point, to get 155 million votes total, you'd need ~90% turnout.

If Trump got 74 million and 2/3 of 168 is ~112 million, it means Brandon only gets ~38 million. So where did the other 25 million go? One answer may be all those voting machines flipping R votes. We know it was an issue.

Even better, since turnout is usually 50 - 55%, half of 168 means 84 million votes in '20, giving the lying dogfaced pony soldier only 10 million (which makes a lot more sense if you look at the county map).

Maybe it's time to make vote fraud a Federal crime**.

And a capital one.

* There are differentiations between voting age and voting eligible populations in some searches. In '20, the voting eligible population was 239 million and the number of registered voters was 160 (still comes out to 2/3) , but, do the math, and it's clear, even with 2/3 turnout, total is 107 million, so Brandon only got 32 million. That makes it 50 million off. To get 155 million votes would mean turnout of 97%!

**  XIV Amendment - No state shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; XV Amendment - The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any state on account of race, color, or previous condition of servitude.

On Bombs Away & Peace/Piece of Mind

 

Saw this on Insty

 

True in so many ways. One of the members of The Blonde's sorority died a few weeks back and I always remember the 50th birthday party they threw her with all the sisters getting up and dancing to "We Are Family".

Same with the election. Suddenly we have brothers and sisters and friends we never knew we had. I don't usually say stuff like this, but I feel so honored to have been an even infinitesimal part of it all.

On Hearing, Seeing, & Deciding What to Do

 

New post, old times

A friend of a friend rehomed her cat to my house - she is my new old cat.

MamaM's post has inspired me to write a post that I have been thinking about for a while. This blog has been part of my life for longer than I can remember and I have encountered some remarkable folks here.

First and foremost, the late, great Chip Ahoy. He has been gone for years now but his work, both here and IRL, sticks with me. He was as creative and productive a human as I have ever encountered. When his brother posthumously posted links to works Chip had not posted here I was blown away - what a wide range of interests and what a remarkable set of skills he had. I am sure he is greatly missed by everyone who knew him.

Next, of course, The Trooper - now there is a guy who has been shouldering a mighty load here. He needs to pop up and post more of his writing, and I am sure he will in his own good time. I want to know how some of those stories turn out!

The other day I read about two new super heavy elements - 119 and 120 - ununennium and unbinilium respectively. I would have named the latter unobtainium, but that name is already taken. That story reminded me of our resident chemist and grammar genius, Chicklit. I miss his writing and I hope he is doing well with his new venture and in his new location. Every time I saw some aromatic White Oak or apply some Waterlox to a finished product I am reminded of him. 

Evi L. Bloggerlady, the floofy red cow who got his name from the sobriquet that Trooper applied to a certain communist blogger still comments and blogs. He's a funny guy. 

Various commenters here have popped up on other sites - I used to see RicPic's comments over at Instapundit, but I haven't seen his name over there in a year. Michael Haz still shows up occasionally, which is good. The woman from Colorado who is now known as Hunter'sHooker still comments over there - she's pretty funny. 

Others have disappeared into the ether of the internet. TT Burnett - gone. The woodworker up in Maine, no trace of him. 

And so it goes with life. 

One of my classmates just returned from a visit to Minnesota and she brought me some wild rice that is produced up in Bemidji - guess what I am having for supper!

*Update - I forgot to mention that I have now met two people associated with this blog in real life - as you might imagine, they are awesome people. Carry on!

On Sole Searching & Shout Outs

 

A special shout-out to the One Who Set Up This Blog & the Mostly Quiet One who keeps it running.  I'm grateful for both.  Also deeply appreciative of the cartoonists whose Art & Insights helped me keep faith.  Having the opportunity to look for and freely post material that allowed me to express what I was experiencing, was key in making it through the last four years of Deceit, Challenge, Peculiarity & Wonderment.   I'm also thankful for the One Commenter & Sometimes Poster who faithfully finds something to add to the mix, along with the many silent 1's & 2's who stop by to take a look.  It's been quite a run, with much to celebrate as we enter into another era of Resolve & Restructure, Challenge & Change!

Hopefully, the last (for a while)

OK, Trump has his 312 electoral votes, which includes no less than 8 states flipped. All things being equal, an impressive win.

But things might have been better. Jason Meister, Trump's polling guru, thought he'd hit between 308 and (are you ready?) 400 electoral votes. Insane, you say? Well, when you consider he came very close in Jersey and pretty close in, of all places, IL, it may not have been so crazy, after all.

For a laugh, I made a list of states the Trump campaign thought doable and, yeah, it would have made 400.

NY - 28

NJ - 14

NH - 4

ME - 4

NM - 5

CO - 10

VA - 13

MN - 10

A quickie (or quiche, if you prefer)

Next time somebody tries to tell you there was no vote fraud in '20, hit 'em with the graphic from this clip from Sundance. Much like the WMDs in Iraq turned out to be real, '20 really was stolen.

PS For the record, 258 million people eligible to vote in '20; 168 million registered to vote in '20; turnout is supposed to be 66%.

Fake News says Trump got 74 million votes; Idiot got 81 million. 155 out of 168 is ~90%, not 66.

Do.

The.

Math.

PPS The last election with 60% or better turnout was 1960. Also, the only other election where the "winner" didn't carry OH. Usual turnout is ~50%.

On Out, In & All About

 

 MI and WI? Really? Did the voters in those two states suddenly sober up or what?

Something just hit me

Not gloating here, but it just occurred to me.

There's an old truism in American politics that you can't win the White House if you don't win OH. 2 people are claimed to have done this. One was Jack Kennedy. Richard J Daley had to bring in the graveyard vote for his pal, Old Joe Kennedy. The other was the lying dogfaced pony soldier who needed 7 states to manufacture millions of fake ballots* at 4AM.

Now consider this. Jack Kennedy was assassinated. Brandon's mind and physical abilities deteriorated to the point that they needed body doubles to cover for him. If Laura Loomer is right (and I think she is), he's either dead or in an extended care facility for what's left of his life.

Maybe God metes out his own justice.

* Off Gateway This may explain some pundits wondering where 15 million Democrat votes went.

PS FWIW If NV, AZ, and AK come through, he'll finish with 312 electoral votes.

In the immortal words of Lawrence Peter Berra

It ain't over till it's over.

Keep that in mind. Remember what happened on J6. Those people just wanted an audit of the vote and came to DC to exercise their Constitutional right to peaceably assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances. 

They didn't hurt anyone; that was the work of the Ice Cream Queen's Sturm Abteilung.

They did not break in to the Capitol; they were let in. 

They did not destroy anything, that was the work of the Ice Cream Queen's provocateurs; in fact, Ashli Babbitt smacked one of them in the head when he tried to break up stuff on the Ice Cream Queen's desk (it's on tape).

We can only hope she, Roseanne Boyland, Kevin Greason, and Benjamin Philipps get the justice they so richly deserve.

The only insurrection was that of the Democrat party.

That said, never forget that, until we hear the words, "I, Donald Trump, do solemnly swear...", this is a long way from over. Several Democrats have promised they want to find a way to derail Trump ever entering the White House. I think using the 34 counts won't fly since a NY appellate court tossed the convictions, but they'll try something.

Stay tough. Stay strong. Stay alert. Be thankful.

And, oh, yes, I love the smell of schaudenfreude in the morning.

On Bottom Lines & Moving Forward

Today's article on "Election Day 2024: What's Going To Happen? And How Did We Get Here?" by Andrew Stiles, in the Washington Free Beacon, lifted my mood.  I appreciated his summation along with his conclusion, with his final, bottom line statement, "It's going to be OK", what I've committed to believe and hold going forward. 

After reading edutcher's post and link on outrage, hate and destruction, I looked up hate to find the picture/graph below.  It fit with my own understanding of hate as a combination of anger, fear and shame compressed into outrage and resentment to result in hate as an attempt to hold on to a sense of power.  Hate is inwardly corrosive, outwardly destructive, and addictive in that it temporarily fills a void yet constantly needs to be fed.  What to do with it when it shows up is the question?  

I'm on my way to the studio to attempt to focus on something creative before coming back home to take in the election results. Even though it's hard to live out, what I know to be true is this: entering into life in whatever way possible, small or large, as a Creator, Challenger or Coach is far more effective than swirling around in the ongoing drama that comes with engaging in the roles/behavior of a Victim's helplessness, a Persecutor's hatred, or Rescuer's co-dependence.  I choose to believe Love & Light, Grace & Truth, Mercy & Justice matter and will continue to make a difference for good, regardless of who manages to win this election.  May God Bless America.

    

On Signs & Seatbelts

 

On Good Shots & Squirrels All the Way Down

 

I'd like you to read something.

It's not that long a read, but it encapsulates something I've said here and elsewhere on more than a few occasions. It's the latest column by Sultan Knish and it expands on something I've noticed.

To be a good Lefty, you have to be a good hater.

Greenfield has taken a few of Thomas Sowell's thoughts and developed them into a full thesis. Read it and I think you will be nodding your head in agreement as I did. It reminds me of Dwight Eisenhower's line after he'd seen Buchenwald - "I want every man who isn't on the line to see this. They say our men don't know what they're fighting for. Well now they're going to see what they're fighting against".

PS Anybody hear about Peanut the Squirrel? If so, that is the kind of petty, jack-booted government the Democrats have been practicing since Waco.

Ike would understand.

On Alternating Between Hope & Resignation

 

Whatever happens, those who care about the outcome of our 2024 election are in for a November Surprise of one kind or another. 

Yesterday as I was working on my red placemats, with my mind freewheeling in the quiet flow that comes with project work, words from a song I'd sung with my high school choir (1970-1972) came back to me.  Since I don't believe I've sung or even thought about that song in the fifty plus years since I last sang it, I felt somewhat surprised and unsettled when "Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me" came to mind.  

I couldn’t remember all the words, and when I looked up the lyrics, I learned the song had been written in 1955 by a woman, Jill Jackson Miller, who’d had a spiritual awakening following a suicide attempt after a failed marriage.  The wiki also said that Mahalia Jackson had performed it in Berlin in 1967.  

And that mention of Berlin caught my attention as MrM had been stationed at the Tempelhof Air Force base in the divided city of West Berlin, East Germany, after enlisting in '72 when his draft number came up high.  With not much to do off base, he spent most of his spare time bartending at the NCO club, collecting wooden antique German clocks, and eventually sending a total of 30 wall, mantle and grandfather clocks back home in the crates he built in the base woodshop.

Today the Berlin Wall is down, and Tempelhof is closed, but most of the clocks are still with us, solid and silent since we gave up on the winding, ticking, and chiming a while back.  And here I am pondering a future I could not have begun to imagine back when I was singing hopeful songs with the choir, wondering what’s yet to come?  What will this election bring?  Is it still possible for an individual’s contribution to matter and make a difference for good?  

All of which brings me back (Weave Style!) to a woman on the brink of suicide who didn’t know she’d be writing a song that would be sung around the world (including Berlin) and continue to be sung world wide years after her death in 1995 at age 82. Below is the recording of Mahalia singing that song in Berlin in 1967. It begins with her in rehearsal and 1:50 marks the start of the live performance of her expressing her heartfelt desire in song, for Peace on Earth.  

On the history of Tempelhof Airport/Base:   Tempelhof was opened in the 1920s as the airport for Berlin, which was then extended several times. At the end of the Second World War in 1945, the field was first occupied by Soviet troops, who handed it over to US troops shortly afterwards. During the Berlin Airlift in 1948/49, Tempelhof was the most important airfield for supplying the city's western sectors by air. In the following years, intensive civil air traffic developed here until it was moved to the Tegel airport in 1974. The airfield thus became a pure US military airfield again. With the reunification in 1990 and the withdrawal of the US units, Tempelhof Airport was again used for civilian purposes until it was closed on 30 October 2008. On 24 November 2008 the last aircraft left the airport, which had already been officially closed. The airfield building was now used for events and the area has been converted to a recreational park.

Is this a November surprise?

Off Breitbart, this drops at a propitious time. The Lefties are going all orgasmic at a Marist poll that shows Chlamydia leading in the Blue Wall (actually, it's the Vote Fraud Wall, but we'll hit that later), albeit within the MOE. Nothing to justify the numbers, of course, since the week's been all Trump, but the sheep need something to get them out on Tuesday.

Anywho, what we have is a House report detailing how Joe and the Ho coordinated with the UN to bring in illegals by the million. Using taxpayer dollars, of course. This oughta bump turnout on the Right.

That Marist poll may be at the bottom of Chlamydia's birdcage by Sunday.

On Strategies & Lies

 

Had to

Every once in a while, somebody really comes up with the perfect metaphor. This is one of those whiles.

It's a longish piece, well done, that illustrates where the Demos are going. But the tagline is what grabs me.

How can you outdo Robespierrian Harvest? Especially since it's already begun? Remember, La Terreur was mostly by denunciation. More to the point, the Gestapo wasn't that big. It relied on snitches, rather than troops of agents.

On Froth & Garbage Collection

 

Similar but different.

My old stats prof's favorite line has lots of relevance these days. The Demos are trying their old tricks, many of which were developed by Zippy (busing in "voters" from out of state, Black Panther thugs intimidating white people at the polls, precincts proclaiming 104% turnout, precints proclaiming 100% D vote (statistical impossibility)), but there is a change in the wind, one we haven't seen since Y2K.

The Rs, or at least the Trumplicans, are fighting back. 

Hard. And they're winning. A few Democrat thugs posing as election officials tried closing the polls early in Bucks County PA and the Trumplicans sued and won to extend early voting. A VA judge trying to reinstate non-citizens' vote was shot down by the Thomas Court and VA (or any other state) can purge fraudulent votes by non-citizens.

This stuff would have gone under the radar last time or just mentioned in passing. This time people are getting arrested. This is how the last election was stolen, with the compliance of the Uni-Party. This time we're seeing a new attitude.

So, in the words of Big Sis, if you see something, say something. Call the cops, your friends, Fake News, your local committeemen. Raise Hell. This one is worth it.

I'm reminded of MacArthur's "I have returned" speech, given on the Tacloban beach under Japanese fire. The final lines alwas put a lump in my throat. 

For your homes and hearths, strike! For future generations of your sons and daughters, strike! In the name of your sacred dead, strike! Let no heart be faint. Let every arm be steeled. The guidance of divine God points the way. Follow in His Name to the Holy Grail of righteous victory!

On Going & Voting

 

On Faux Rage & Poll Play

 

The God Emperor of the Cherry Blossom throne is the ........

On Serving & Signs of the Times

 

The Wages of Sin

Well, things don't look good for the bad guys. All their old superstars have run out of gas, but more to the point it looks like Justice is catching up with them.

Take Brandon, if you dare. Today, we saw him (the 9 feet tall one) jogging across the Rainbow House lawn to tell Fake News he's going to right an old wrong. Actually, it's just another pander to a particular ethnic group, American Indians. Even the Noble Red Man seems to be walking away to the point that the Demos feel obliged to make a big deal out of taking away all the Medals of Honor awarded for Wounded Knee.

To make the picture complete, another of Brandon's body doubles shows up mumbling and yelling about how terrible the white man is. That alone tells you it isn't the real one, but we're supposed to buy the idea this is the same guy who messed himself in Normandy, wandered in a daze in Italy, and stood catatonic on Juneteenth, smacks of some plot or other to invoke the 25th and declare Chlamydia PUS. Or something.

What evokes the themes of Greek tragedy is that the real Brandon, wherever he is, at the point of getting the validation he lusted for all his life, had to see it slowly slip away in madness.

This is not to sympathize. The mean, petty, corrupt, bigoted, and depraved excuse for a human certainly had it coming, but such a fitting end could hardly have been envisioned.

Then there's that good ol' boy, Willie Whitewater, serial rapist, adulterer, real estate flipper, hick town ward heeler writ large, and not so closet racist. The Smartest Boy in Hope AR (how big is it, anyway?) who could never figure out how to stay out of trouble and needed fixers like Carville and Dick Morris on speed dial.

The Demos resurrected him to try to save Chlamydia and found it just gave him a shot at channeling his inner Orval Faubus. Unfortunately, Willie is looking a lot like his political ideal in his present state. Sunken eyes, bloodshot cheeks, raspy voice, and split lip. Maybe AIDS, maybe just the picture of Dorian Gray. All the over the hill wannabe hippie chicks that wanted him 20 years ago have left him to Hillary's tender mercies and even the Davos crowd has no use for him.

Zippy OTOH still has that crease in his pants and maybe the love of all those perpetually guilt-ridden Liberals, but his gift for sticking his foot in his mouth has gotten lots worse and he's looking more like Uncle Ben (or is it Uncle Tom?) than the Lightworker of 20 years ago. In talking down to da brothas, he forgot that a lot of them have been taking a hard look around and realize halfa cracka is about the nicest thing they can call him. Having the people who put him on the map now turning their backs on him by the million can't be good for someone as vain as he is. 

He never really liked them, of course, and felt more comfortable around the Hamptons crowd even though aping the mannerisms of Bush 41 never quite compensated for not really being white. He's now reduced to hawking some idiotic nonsense about people who may vote for Trump because they got a kung flu check should realize it was Brandon's doing. The people flocking to Trump by the million aren't looking for a check, they all want to be able to make their own money. Something the First Gay PUS will never understand.

James Carville, still looking like Spock's evil twin, has come a long way from, "It's the economy, Stupid" which the adoring media forgot was just a warmed-over variant of the old saw, people vote their pocket books. He spent most of this year telling the new generation of flacks what a bunch of pansies they are and being ignored, if not laughed at. His latest bit of wisdom has been that the Left ought to take up arms if they lose.

As the Greeks put it, be careful of that for which you wish...

What's interesting is that the old political order, Uni-Party included, also seems to be fading with its old stars. If the Hildabeast can barely waddle into a TV studio to blather about how Free Speech gets in the way of control and gets the same treatment she did in '16, and even the last JFK from MA, good ol' Lurch, is treated like the also-ran he always was for supporting her, then the bad old days really are slip-slidin' away. Cocaine Mitch is now irrelevant, as is Pelosi Galore - and, brother, does she look like it. The Gods of the Copybook Headings told us evil shows its ugly face eventually.  

How long these people have on this planet is anybody's guess, but, whatever awaits them on the other side, the years they have left will be spent contemplating the mirror and the world that's passing them by because they sold their souls.

On Wrong & Right; Knowing & Not Knowing

 

On Sweet & Salty

 

JD VANCE: "But look, he was interacting with people. He was talking to the employees. He was giving people food, and he was just [doing] I think what he does best, which is just being among the people, talking to them about what they care about. He showed genuine interest in the employees and their lives and where they came from and what they were actually doing in their job, and that's something you can't stage, and you can't fake."

He continued, "That is just a genuine person that Donald Trump is, and it's why I think a lot of working people, even though, of course, he's a successful real estate billionaire, have this emotional connection to Donald Trump, you can't make up that kind of connection."

On Showing Up & Being Real

Trump honored a commitment he almost changed, to meet with Tyrus for an interview prior to showing up to speak at the Al Smith charity event, and I'm glad he made the effort and took the time to do both.  

In this exchange I heard two men talking honestly about what matters most to them, with Tyrus bringing out the generous and genial side of Trump that runs alongside his willingness to take on a fight and make a difference for good in the lives of others.    

On Non-Answers & Filibuster

A new kind of ghastly

This has been traveling sub rosa across the Net for the better part of the week. It's the October Surprise the Hildabeast warned the Lefties about. As I noted earlier, most are a big nothing, but this is quite the opposite.

Fake News tried to tell us Tampon Tim had a different kind of masculinity. None of that macho stuff like Donald Trump getting up off the deck after being shbot, pumping his fist, telling the crowd to fight.

No, Timmy was America's Dad. Never mind stills of him that made him look like a chorus boy in La Cage Aux Folles. 

It's why he left NE for MN. Apparently, the school board found out he had taken a student of his to a gay bar and then had him stay overnight. And, yes, the kid was male. And, yes, they had sex.

He didn't just lie about his military record, he lied about his coaching record. Not quite the same level, but we're seeing a pattern. So he's a perfect match for Chlamydia in every way.

On The Economy & No Doubt

 

It's more than the economy, but that alone would be enough.  More stunning than the stupid shallowness and obfuscation being revealed by the Candidate Who Won't Hold A Press Conference is the contempt and disregard for the American people that runs beneath her approach and behavior 

There's no doubt in my mind over which of the two candidates truly loves this land and expresses that love on a daily basis,  along with genuine respect, concern, interest and appreciation for its citizens.  

On Real Nerves & No Pheasants

 

The times, they are a-changin'.

The Democrats have trotted out their old warhorses one last time. And it's probably going to be the last time. The only 2 Demos to serve as 2 term Presidents since Harry Truman and their only official Co-President have had little, if any, success in rallying the faithful.

The Hildabeast went on a podcast to tell the world we need to junk the First Amendment. Lurch quickly followed suit. All either did was vindicate the voting public for rejecting them.

Then came Zippy, he of the silvern voice and the inability to form a simple declarative English sentence without idiot cards. Having nothing better to say, he tried the old bitter clinger routine on black males and only reminded them how his brothahs ended his Administration calling him halfa cracka.

Lastly, there has been Willie, looking like Hell and sounding worse, who channeled his inner Orval Faubus and reminded the world the young Laken Riley might still be alive "if they’d all been properly vetted, that probably wouldn’t have happened".

The irony here is that the Ozero ego's insistence on clearing the party of anyone who might outshine The Won has worked far better than could ever have been envisioned.

On t'other side of the aisle, Donald Trump is younger than Springtime, having survived betrayal, lawfare (the appellate courts in NY have struck down those 34 counts), 3 (or is it 4?, or 5?) assassination attempts, and is appearing before cheering crowds, the idol of milions, with a disintegrating opponent, and a clear field of fire.

The order is rapidly fadin' For the times they are a-changin'

On Blind, Tone Deaf & Doubling Down