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