I haven’t posted anything from Ron lately so here’s sumpin he wrote a few weeks ago.
On three separate occasions today, I heard three very well-known individuals express high confidence in three individuals whom I wouldn’t trust any farther than I could punt them. The three giving their opinions were Susan Estrich, Juan Williams, and Chris Matthews.
Estrich said that although she believes Hillary Clinton is slipping in the polls, she is still the most trustworthy and qualified person in the country to run for president. She also mentioned that Hillary should have never had that private server and should have released ALL her e-mails when directed to do so, but that she isn’t lying about anything. (This was on tonight’s evening news on FNC.)
Juan Williams looked straight into a camera and said that John Kerry has gotten us the best deal we could have gotten with the Iranians under the circumstances, because if he hadn’t kept after them, they would have gone ahead full speed to develop nuclear weapons and there would have been nothing we could do. This way at least we can hold their feet to the fire. (The clip was from some time back, and I don’t know where it first aired.)
And Chris Matthews (no surprise here) said basically that Precedent Soetoro is trying his best to do a good job but he is faced with a balky Congress and has no options but to issue Executive Orders to make things happen that Congress refuses to deal with through normal channels. (This showed up on CNN this afternoon while I was trying NOT to hear about the Louisiana shooter and the Bland suicide.)
H. F. S.!!! YGBSM, right? Those three – Soetoro, Clinton, and Kerry – are about as trustworthy as a fart when you have the flu. Hey, when I was in the Navy – and I’m sure it’s the same with the other branches – we learned how to identify propaganda and spin and doubletalk. It was most often preambled with the expression, “Now, this is no shit, guys.”
It’s even easier with major politicians: as soon as they open their mouths, you know that what’s about to come out will be indistinguishable from what comes out the other end of their digestive systems. Jayzeus Kriminetly, I’d trust Mexico City tap water more than I would Soetoro or Klintoon . . . with ANYthing. And Jacques Querrie showed his true colors long ago with that garbage he published in his book and the fairy tales he recited to Congress.
Dinglebarry once referred to ISIS as the JV. He got that partially right: he should’ve been talking about his own administration, and the JV should’ve been JW, for the Jerk Wads he’s surrounded himself with. For all three of those nimrods, transparency, which he promised would be paramount in his administration, has no connection whatever with building trust in government – it’s simply a politician’s Newspeak word for “spin.”
They’re social chameleons, all three of ‘em. No matter what color their skin appears to be. They change their attitudes, their ideas, their promises, their tone depending upon what they think a particular audience wants to hear. Soetoro is ostensibly black one, of course, but only because he’s the black hole of truth. Every time he gets near a lectern or a microphone, it’s BOHICA, and we’re about to be regaled with a slip-slide now-you-see-me-now-you-don’t that would put Charles Durning’s “Little Sidestep” to shame, a once-upon-a-time tale of which Homer or Shakespeare could be proud.
I trust their gaslighting and astroturfing about as much as I trust a Palestinian driving an old beat-up Toyota toward the embassy. They’re as credible as reports of Nessie or Bigfoot in the National Enquirer. I’d take information from them about as readily as I would take pills from Cosby.
Many psychopaths have a superficial charm, a sort of charisma, which hides their disregard and complete lack of empathy for other people’s values or feelings. I, for one, have no trouble at all determining when any one of those three is putting out bullshit . . . all I have to do is check to see if his or her lips are moving.
What bothers me is that there are still people out there who believe that all three of them are trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, and all the rest of the Boy Scouts’ oath. And despite her continued slide in the polls, I wouldn’t bet more than a cruller left over from last Tuesday that Cankles won’t get the nomination and eventually enough of the women’s and leftistas’ votes to get back to the White House, where her biggest problem will be what title to use when referring to Slick.
I mistrust them all, especially where votes or money or power is concerned. Moreover, I mistrust any potential voter who sees no fault in his candidate of choice. Time to brush what few teeth I have left and check my eyelids for light leaks.
Oh, that their too, too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,
Or that the Everlasting had not fixed
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the dipshits of this world!
Fie on ’t, ah fie! ‘Tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed. Things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely.
G’nicht, Halfrican, Penis Envier, and JFK Wannabe; And flights of jihadis piloting 767s sing thee to thy rest.