Merry Christmas from Ray. (more…)

I think I used this one last year.

Ron rants.

When Barry Soetoro was confirmed as potus-pretender #44, I predicted that his ambiguous policies and inadequate managerial style would not improve things from his predecessor’s administration but instead worsen them.

Well, I’m gonna make that same prediction again for the Hidin-Biden/Horizontal-Harris administration. First of all, Dopey Joe has been aggressively wrong on virtually every major decision he ever made in government service.

Clearly he, like everyone else in D.C., fails to understand the mentality of the Middle East and has no idea what makes the North American economy work. He is of barely average intellect and has no facility for remembering what he said last week, much less 10 years ago.

Recently I’ve called him “Sundowner Joe” because of his tendency to slip into deep mental fades as the day progresses, a classic symptom of early-onset dementia in various forms. Is he full-blown Alzheimer’s? I doubt it, but he’s coming out of the backstretch and into the final turn for the finish line.

PotUS #46 will be listed with an asterisk in the rolls and ledgers and histories of American leadership. Even life-long Democrats realize that his “election” is a numerical farce, a political fraud, and headed for catastrophic failure.

He is busily selecting his “team” based NOT on qualifications or merit but on skin tone and gender, proudly announcing that he has already nominated more females and blacks and latinos and native-americans than any previous administration in history.

Soetoro, the suppurating pustule in America’s intergluteal crease which refuses to heal, has already publicly stated that he intends to run a third-term by some sort of deus-ex-machina kabuki arrangement whereby he dictates policy through ear-buds in Joe & Ho’s heads.

And although Quid-Pro Joe has said that he doesn’t intend to pay a whole lot of attention to the radial left such as Omar, AOC, Pressley, et al., he IS resurrecting DingleBarry’s team with plans to reverse or rescind all of 45’s EOs and policies.

The only question I have is one of time . . . how long will it take for (1) career-failure Joe to totally wreck the economy, the military, the health-care system, and the middle class or (2) for Kamalaho to declare him unfit and shuffle him off to the wilds of Montana or Wyoming in the Witless Protection Program.

Even more scary given the rising tide of recall in Kaliphoneya, a similar wave of disgust and frustration on a national basis calling for a Biden ouster . . . or a 7.62, whichever is easier . . . is forseeable. Of course that means THE most liberal senator on Capitol Hill would take over as Parrot-in-Chief for Barry & Soros, and I can’t really see how that would work out a whole lot better.

Hell, EVERYbody knows the election numbers are fraudulent, and they know as well that Harris is already deep into strategems for kicking Ol’ Hairy Legs out of her way so she can be that second “first” the Dems crave so fervently.

They also know, or should if they don’t, that Joe is as much a fraud as his vote count. He’s a hypocrite, a flip-flopper, a plagiarist, and a loser, conditions that ga-ron-TEE his coming up with some half-vast schema for catastrophe of biblical proportions, undoubtedly involving China. After all, the smartest man he’s ever known was kicked out of the Navy for drug abuse, fathered an illegitimate child which he claims to be unable to financially support, and took millions of dollars from foreign governments in exchange for access to the US vice president.

The collapse is inevitable, and who knows what lefty will grab the tiller and drive the ship of state onto Radical Reef by the Marxist Marina on the shores of Venezuela del Norte.

Jefferson told us 200 years ago that when government becomes destructive to the ends for which the people established it to manage things for them, it is the right OF the people to alter or abolish that government and institute a new one in such a form as to effect their “Safety and Happiness.”

He was right, of course. And to paraphrase another historical voice, the time has come, the walrus said, to speak of many things . . . of recall votes and term limits, of parasite firings.

From Richard.

For all of you English lovers. From Ron.

• An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.

• A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

• A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

• An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

• Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

• A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

• Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

• A question mark walks into a bar?

• A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

• Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, “Get out — we don’t serve your type.”

• A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

• A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

• Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

• A synonym strolls into a tavern.

• At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar — fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

• A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

• Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

• A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

• An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

• The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

• A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

• The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

• A dyslexic walks into a bra.

• A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

• A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

• A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

• A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.

I told you there would be more. This one is from my friend Richard.

Didja see this?

Black votes in this country are worth less than white votes. Joe Biden won the Electoral College because Black voters in Atlanta, Detroit, Milwaukee, and Philadelphia turned out in significant numbers. But even with overwhelming Black support—94 percent of Detroit voted for Biden!—the outcomes in Georgia, Michigan, Wisconsin, and Pennsylvania were worryingly close.

One core problem is the Electoral College. Wyoming, which has just 580,000 residents and is 93 percent white, gets three electors because of its two senators and one representative in the House. By comparison, Georgia’s Fifth Congressional District—which includes Atlanta, has 710,000 residents, and is 58 percent Black—has no dedicated electors or senators and can only occasionally overcome the mostly white and conservative votes from elsewhere in the state. This devaluation of Black votes allows our political system to ignore Black lives, and the consequences are devastating. Unequal representation has led to unequal health care outcomes, which the Covid-19 pandemic has only worsened. Without sufficient voting power, Black communities receive substandard education, and politicians are free to appoint judges who sanction mass incarceration, abusive policing, and electoral disenfranchisement.

So what’s the liberal solution? By the way when they bring up Wyoming, they fail to mention little Hawaii which also has three electoral votes and sends us dimwits like Maizie Hirono.

[…]

But there’s another way to undo the damage of the Electoral College and other structurally racist political institutions: We can implement vote reparations by double-counting ballots cast by all Black residents. The poisonous legacy of slavery applies to Black people regardless of when we or our ancestors arrived in this country. Vote reparations should also extend to Native Americans. Slavery is rightly called America’s original sin, but so too was the United States’ genocidal seizure of land from its original inhabitants. Various legal forms of disenfranchisement have applied to them. It wasn’t until 1962 that all Native Americans were allowed to vote, and even then they faced—and still face—electoral obstacles. These are not the only examples of American oppression; we should include in vote reparations others who have suffered similar disenfranchisement.

But we already do this. How do you think Biden won in Atlanta, Detoilet, Milwaukee, and Philadelphia? By overcounting the black vote. There was massive voter fraud in those four cities perpetuated by black poll workers. They are already practicing vote reparations.

White people need not apply.

Every US state has been advised to consider ethnic minorities as a critical and vulnerable group in their vaccine distribution plans, according to Centers for Disease Control guidance.

As a result, half of the nation’s states have outlined plans that now prioritize black, Hispanic and indigenous residents over white people in some way, as the vaccine rollout begins.

According to our analysis, 25 states have committed to a focus on racial and ethnic communities as they decided which groups should be prioritized in receiving a coronavirus vaccine dose.

I’m actually for this policy. Let’s test out the vaccine on racial minorities. Let’s also test it out on politicians. Then if the vaccine works and they don’t develop any side effects, we can start vaccinating white people.

Can you imagine the outrage from people like Sharpton, Jackson, and Obungler if there are damaging side effects? Or if the vaccine doesn’t work and more black people die?

I’m such a racist!

It’s almost Christmas.

Fear not. There are more to come.

Another good Brit band from the 70’s. I remember when I was working in downtown St. Louis for the Office Products Mattel Division of IBM a few of us would stop after work in this stand bar in Mansion House. This is one of the songs (the short version) we’d play on the juke box while quaffing a few brews.