Ron rants.

Been wakin up recently with pains in my hipjoints. Not a good thing. Not partic’larly keen on replacement surgery . . . assuming, of course, that the Kung Flu don’t get me first.

Starboard one went out of kilter this mornin on the way to the bathroom and made me stumble into the doorframe. Damned near knocked myself out. Stuff like that makes you wonder about stuff . . . like – why don’t people from England sound British when they sing?

Or, why is it that when the CPU in your PC overheats, the computer freezes? Sun so hot I froze to death? Suzannah?

And after “Trump’s Katrina” winds down and he’s still in office, what will The Resistance come up with as the latest “smokingest gun”?

Before DJT, we had stagnation, malaise, corruption, political entrenchment. When he’s gone, the pendulum will swing back toward all that as the traditional modus operandi of people intoxicated by the power of wealth and the sexiness of power.

Most of the left is hopelessly lost in an inescapable twilight zone of self-pity and mental anguish created for them by the Magic Negro mythology birthed and nurtured by Mammy Oprah.

And the hateful anti-Trump mainstream media perpetuates it with an uninterrupted barrage of propaganda targeting how unfair it was that Hillary lost and all their hopes of a utopian future where government takes care of everything were shattered by a non-traditional upstart rich guy who fights back.

They’ve convinced themselves and everybody whose granddaddy taught ‘em to vote for Slick, Dinglebarry, and Cankles how terrible things became even though unemployment plummeted and the economy took off like an Atlas rocket when Orangeman grabbed the helm.

They’re wallowing in their self-imposed moment of grief, which they are stretching out until Trump leaves office – by whatever means – unable to see beyond the unbearable pain of an unimaginable and unenlightened electoral college loss despite winning the popular vote.

It’s as if they WANT to be miserable and defy both common sense and reality to lurch and writhe and masochistically delight in the exquisite torture of their hatred of the guy who negated the halfrican’s bungles and got things working again.

Reality is, of course, that if even half the insults and accusations and exaggerations hurled at Trump by the rabid-left fraudstream were accurate and true, he’d be better qualified to run as a Democrat than as a Republican.

And Sanders . . . why is he running as a Democrat anyway? He has no loyalty to the Dem party or its leadership. Most of his policies are essentially Marxist, not Merican. His goal is wealth redistribution, and his loyalty is to failed revolutions.

Sundown Joe? Hah! The only way he’ll come out of Milwaukee the nominee in July will be as a figurehead nicely scrubbed and polished by the media, like a cranky old codger in an Alzheimer’s hostel-care center being followed by a herd of nurse with drool pans, diapers, and mouthwash.

In fact, a rumor is growing to draft Coronamouth Cuomo for president instead of Gropey. Hell, the Soetoro crime family is so eager and downright desperate to oust DJT and reclaim “their” territory that Godmother Felonia lost in the last war that they’re willing to prop her up again instead of a failing Walter Mitty or a Fidelista with a wife who chose to go through life fat, stupid, and corrupt.

Sometimes I think Perez and the rest of the DNC mob are getting just a little too much psilocybin in their morning mueslix and not quite enough direct sunlight. And why are they more angry at DJT for digging into Biden & Son’s corruption in Ukraine than they are that their leading PotUS candidate is so corrupt in the first place?

Another thing that sticks in my craw is the fraudstream media gleefully anticipating the final destruction of DJT by projecting the number of deaths from the COVID-19, similarly to HRC’s ill-timed and badly advised attempt at a joke about Trump making the US #1 again.

Actually, we might have reached the point in our cultural development where truck drivers, grocery store employees, and nurses are more important to us than analysts, commentators, athletes, musicians, and actors.

Meant to post this last night.