On Admissions & Omissions: Lemons, Fops & Fools

 

These two from Powerline's Week in Pictures Balloon Payment edition,  caught my attention, capturing the essence of the foolishness and carelessness surrounding current events involving the Three Stooges of 2023, Don, Pete and Joe. 

On Distractions, Deflections & Blowing Toxic Smoke

 

Kiss of Death

For those expecting Ron DeSantis to offer a forceful challenge to Donald Trump, I have news. And, no, Trump is not giving up.

Everybody's favorite social warrior has received an important endorsement.

And it's from no less than Dr Evil himself.

Yes, the teenager who rode the streets of Budapest with the SS fingering his fellow Jews has provided a much-needed boost to NeverTrumpers everywhere. This joins the endorsements of Paul Ryan and Jeb Bush.

DeSantis is shrewd, ruthless, and ambitious, according to Gyorgi Schwartz

Well, there's always Nikki Haley.

On Targets, Obligations & Objects of Attention

 

Is the era of the Magic Negro coming to an end?

Serious question. 

We know Zippy was the Ultimate Magic Negro when he was elected. He was a Lightworker, that rare kind of attuned being who had the ability to lead us not merely to new foreign policies or health care plans or whatnot, but who could actually help usher in a new way of being on the planet, of relating and connecting and engaging with this bizarre earthly experiment; people who actually helps us evolve; philosophers and peacemakers of a very high order, and they speak not just to reason or emotion, but to the soul (I just had to copy Morford's original column to get the blindingly gooey (his word, not mine) nature of his lunacy; I especially loved the part about spiritually advanced people he knows (not coweringly religious, mind you, but deeply spiritual)). 

He was our savior. He would do what Abe Lincoln and the 1.5 million casualties of that unnecessary war couldn't do. He would cleanse us of our racial guilt. At least until Skippy Gates and Trayvon Martin came along.

You read about how people went for him and then read how somebody like Dr Goebbels reacted to his first meeting with Dolf and the chill that comes with it goes bone deep.

We were supposed to tolerate the knockout game and sympathize with poor George Floyd and Freddy Gray and the Gentle Giant and Tyre Nichols.

This weekend, things seem to have changed. LeBum, progenitor of what's called player empowerment (it's still just another minstrel show if you ask me), made some gesture in his mega box at the Stupid Bowl as if he was crowning himself and people were less than impressed. The girl who did the halftime show grabbed her crotch, told the crowd she was pregnant (again), and was panned.

The new black pastime of ganging up on some white kid (younger, retarded, etc.) in a school bus is being met with parents suing school boards.

What, O what, is happening? Are we finally over our racial guilt trip, those of us who actually bought a ticket?

If you remember maybe 20 years ago, when the climate crowd warned us we had reached Peak Oil and would have to go horse-drawn or whatever (don't worry; as usual, they're wrong), people scarcely paid attention.

This may be different. I think we maybe have reached Peak Woke, or maybe even Peak Left.

Remember last June, when we got so sick of Pride Month, we were soooo glad when it ended (about a week late, but better late than never)? I think we're finally sick of all the guilt trips. The Demos can't cow us anymore with our white guilt. 25 years ago, when it was hip for black kids to wear those Martin, Malcolm, Mandela, and ME It's a black thing you wouldn't understand shirts, it hit me a white guy would need more than 3 Ms; like maybe Abraham, Archimedes, Aristotle, Aristophanes, Alan Turing, Adam, and on through the Bs, Cs, Ds, Es, and so on, each letter making a cloak with very fine print. We're seeing that now.

Drag queens in school libraries are being denounced. People are tired of gender. The people who accused anyone who didn't get the shot of crimes against humanity are now asking for bygones to be bygones.  You can go down the list. Just as some young blacks are realizing, after contemplating 50 years of empty promises if they'd just stay militant and hate whitey, they've been had, so, too, a lot of people of all backgrounds are wising up.

Sure, there are the people who will never learn, but, as the old wheeze goes, smart people learn from their mistakes; really, smart people learn from other people's mistakes.

I think it gets interesting from here on.

On Questions & Lies

 

Back in day

Laverne was always a whore.

On Envelopes & Hot Air

 

"It Is Balloooooooon!!"

It is all anyone is talking about!

Sound the evil spirit alarm!

On Lowered Glasses, Clowns & Baffoons

 

On Balloons of One Kind & Another

 

Is the cafeteria closing?

The Democrat party is packed with cafeteria Catholics. And they've always gotten away with showing up at Mass with a rosary and a missal without much flak. Kind of like Willie lugging that encyclopedia-sized Bible when he made a show of going to church any time he got caught with his Peyronie's hanging out.

The times, as someone said, may be a-changin'.

Brandon, long known for shooting off his mouth, usually loaded with blanks, may have gotten on the wrong side of Mother Superior. His claim that the Pope OKs abortion funding, among his many other blasphemies, may turn out to be the last straw. American Catholic bishops are coming down on him after he tried to paint Frank, Commie that he is, as being yet another cafeteria Catholic on the subject (one can see how he might be confused) when there's no such statement.

All this is to justify his continuing support for Federal funding of abortion in the face of a move by Congress to ban it; a bill which, of course, is passionately backed by the Catholic Church.

We can debate the ins and outs of Church politics, but this seems to be the first real Conservative stand the American Church has taken since the days of the Berrigans and Andrew Greeley.

Let us keep a good thought.

PS Another shoe may be about to drop in the Memphis thing. Rumor has it Nichols had a thang with the ex of one of the cops. 

For now, put it in the We'll see folder. 

Poor Al Sharpton did his best to make it a race thing in his eulogy, but, since he couldn't yell, "Kill the Jew! Kill the Jew!", he looked rather lost.

Wonder if there's a Freddie's Fashion Mart in Memphis.

PPS Consider said shoe dropped (we're getting into Fisherman's Wife territory). The soy boy who stopped Nichols for reckless op has been fired, but it's come out he tased Nichols and yet Nichols was able to run away.

Rodney King ring a familiar note?

On Teetering & Things Costing An Arm and an Egg

 

On OMGosh! & YAAAAS!