Ron on the Dims’ Klown Kar

Shore is purty out there this mornin. Mom Nature came thru town last nite and rinsed everything off right at sundown. Streets are clean, air is clean, big ol’ bright half moon, cloudless sky, puff of breeze outta the west maybe 5 mph.

Still . . . in spite of the beauty and freshness and clarity she provided for me and Dawg, my mind still snuk off into the dark alleys of unbounded hypocrisy, unfounded hyperbole, plagiarized pretention, and boldfaced bullshit from those-who-would-be-PotUS.

Wretches, harridans, liars, beggars, deceivers . . . noisy little agitprops determined to live against the grain of massive employment, magical recovery, marvelous economy, and magnificent prosperity compared to the Muslim malaise of the last 8 years of liblogic.

TDS. Fatal condition for which no cure exists except a red hat, a satisfying job, and a nice wall along the southern border. The Dems’ Klown Kar is overloaded with presumptuous posturers mouthing tired platitudes and repeating heavily clichéd mantras.

They remind me of misguided missiles aimed at the guy trying his best in the gale-force winds of le resistance du leftistes to repair the damage wrought by his predecessor. They don’t want truth. Hell, that’s the LAST thing they want. If they actually wanted truth and justice, they’d be investigating DingleBarry and Shrillary.

Just imagine that Mueller found a secret unsecured server in Trump Tower that the Russians and Chinese had hacked but had been scrubbed and bleached with over 30,000 e-mails deleted. Instead they clamor for imaginary “evidence” of obstruction in the investigation of a non-criminal activity that didn’t even take place.

All of the candidates consider themselves patriotic Titans, but they’re basically nothing more than political parrots. And I suspect that watching the debates will be like Clash of the Nuisances with endless squawking to see who can recite the catchphrase du jour first and loudest.

And the dumbshittiness extends all the way down to the lowest most junior ranks of elected officials. AOC, for example . . . opportunity knocked on her door and she gave it a cuba libre with stale LSD she stole from Bernie Sanders’ hippy closet.

I just can’t for the life of me see how adding 40 million illegal alien parasites to society that we’ll all have to pay for in terms of food, housing, and medical care will improve things. And I’d really like to see the logic dictating how all persons living north of the Panama Canal, regardless of nationality, are entitled to benefits under the US Constitution.

And going to Omar or Tlaib for guidance on anything related to international affairs, race relations, or social justice for minority groups would be like going to Goebbels or Himmler for equal opportunity advice.

Bernie, Biden, Booker, Beto, Warren, Harris . . . I mean, c’mon, guys – you CAN’T be serious about free everything for everybody forever. So why do you continue telling the same tired lies over and over and over? You really think we’re that goddam ignorant?

And Hillary . . . J.H.F.C.!!! She keeps thrusting herself into the conversation, desperately trying to be relevant in an environment which she poisoned and was ejected from, kinda like saccharine trying to make a comeback in sweet tea.

Clintonism – overpromise, underdeliver, deflect blame, beg for money, and expect people to be happy about it all . . . but the only thing people agree upon is that the pair of them belong in the past. Fortunately for us, there seems to be a rule of nature allowing only one Hillary per generation. Omar is leading the pack in that sweepstakes at the moment.

Beto – this misguided punk has managed to convince himself that he’s the albino Obama. Kameltoe Harris presents herself as the female Obama. Booker believes he’s Obama 2.0. They think that all you need to become president is the ability to lie to large audiences with a straight face and attract money from wealthy nevertrumpers

As I said somewhere a coupla weeks ago, the Dems’ top contenders for the PotUSy are a stuck-in-the-past socialist, a habitual groper, a homosexual, an ethnically confused Irishman, a skank, and a faux Cherokee.

I don’t even know where to start with Herr Gropenfuhrer Biden, the living shield protecting the Zerobomber from assassination. So many women have come out of the woodwork to scuttle Joe Biden’s PotUS campaign you’d think Trump had just nominated him to the Supreme Court. My question is, when has he ever been RIGHT on any major issue before the legislature on defense or foreign policy?

And Booker is about as impressive as a fart in a tornado; reminds me of a line in Cat’s Cradle in which Vonnegut ridicules governments and their agencies, calling them “granfalloons” as a setup for a little rhyme:

“To examine what’s inside a granfalloon

just remove the skin of a toy balloon.”

Some of these guys are full-metal douchebags. If you switched their brains for equal weights of nitroglycerine, you wouldn’t have enough explosive potential to build up an audible fart.

Y’know . . . instead of demanding to look at candidates’ tax returns or voting records or college transcripts, maybe we should be asking to see their brain scans. Somethin’s wrong with those people.