Four years later and Crooked Cankles still ain’t over it.

It has been nearly four years since Hillary Clinton’s crushing election loss and she is still whining.

Hillary Clinton told Recode co-founder Kara Swisher during a podcast interview that Donald Trump stole the election from her in 2016.

Oh now he stole the election I thought it was Russia Russia Russia.

Clinton whined about the “vast right-wing conspiracy,” Comey and the Russians when asked why she thought she lost the 2016 election.

Oh noes! Not the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy! I still have my VRWC membership card somewhere. Ah, here it is.

I’m glad that I’m one of those people who helped Trump steal the election.

As far as stealing elections, that’s what Dimocrats do. As Rush Limbaugh said, “If you want to see what Democrats are doing, listen to what they accuse the Republicans of.” Projection seems to be part of the Dimocrat mind.

Hillary also said there is “an air of illegitimacy that surrounds Trump’s presidency.”

The only ‘illegitimacy that surrounds Trump’s presidency” was the fake Russian collusion hoax.

“I think that Trump and a lot of the people around him know that his victory was not on the up and up. They had an extensive campaign to suppress black voters,” Hillary Clinton said. “We now know much more about that than we did. They had third party candidates boosted, particularly by Russian media. And the lies and ridiculous stories made up about me were meant to either keep you at home, or drive you third party if they couldn’t get you to vote for Trump. So there is an air of illegitimacy that surrounds Trump’s presidency, and that just infuriates them. It makes them crazy. And that’s a big piece of it. So they have to keep striking out at me, because–“

“Why you?” Kara Swisher asked.

Yeah, Thunder Rodent Thighs, why you?

“Why? Because I was the candidate that they basically stole an election from. I was the candidate who won nearly three million more votes. So no matter how they cut it, it wasn’t the kind of win that people said, “OK, it wasn’t my candidate, but OK.” This election is still front and center in people’s psyches. And people fight about it every day online, because there is a deep sense of unfairness and just dismissiveness toward his victory, and he knows it. So part of what he’s doing by attacking me is trying to shore up himself. The other thing is they’ve been attacking me on the right for 30 years,” Hillary said.

She won three million more votes. She wuz robbed!

Trump hasn’t been attacking her, he’s been ignoring her. And the reason we members of the VRWC have been attacking her for the past 30 years is because she’s a crook and a rat bastard commie. Yannow, if she would just STFU and go away, we wouldn’t attack her anymore. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t belong in jail for the rest of her life.

Hillary Clinton said it makes her “literally sick to her stomach” to think of four more years of Trump in the White House.

Break out the Maalox Cankles. It’s gonna be a long four years. Maybe you can write another book.

It has to gall her that Amy Coney Barrett is gonna be sworn into the Supreme Court on her bithday.

This tweet sure didn’t age well.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

From Ray.

I post this every year on my birthday. I started this back in 2004 when Flipper was running for prez which is why there are references to him in this post. Today I am 74 years old. Holy crap! I’m a frickin’ geezer! But I’m not as old as Jimbo. His boitday was nine days ago. I knew that Jon Anderson of Yes was born on this date (He’s two years older than I am) but I also found out that Glenn Tipton of Judas Priest was born on this date as well. So, I share a birthday with two rock stars that I admire. October 25 is my birthday. It is also St. Crispin’s Day which is a very important date in English history.

You’ve heard John Fonda Kerry drone on about his “band of brothers”. Do you know where that phrase came from? No, it wasn’t an HBO special. It came from Shakespeare’s Henry V. It was the speech that King Henry gave before the battle of Agincourt, on St. Crispin’s Day, October 25, 1415, where an outnumbered English army (It was 30,000 French against 6,000 Englishmen) kicked the crap out of the French. They were French after all. Some things never change. Anyway in the spirit of my Hamlet and Marc Antony updates here is the St. Crispin’s Day speech.

WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That do no work to-day!

Holy shit! We are outnumbered! If we only had some of those bloody bastards who are sitting on their asses back in England!

KING. What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland?

Why do you want that cuz?

No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss;

Nope, cousin dude. If we’re destined to get our butts kicked there are enough of us.

and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

But if we’re gonna win, think of what an upset it would be. They would talk about us for years. It would be like the Jets beating Baltimore in Super Bowl III.

God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

I don’t want any more men. We’re fighting the French after all.

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,

Holy crap! I’m not doing this for money.

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;

And I don’t care if the dudes with me are doing it for money.

It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.

I don’t even care if my men wear my uniforms.

But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.

But if it’s a sin to want honor and glory than I am the biggest sinner on the planet.

No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.

Nope! I don’t want any more men.

God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!

Nope. If I had just one more man he would take honor away from me. I am the quarterback. Just like Namath I want to shine.

Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,

Tell the rest of the army,

That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart;

that if there is anyone who is a pussy, get the fuck out of here.

his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;

Give him three purple hearts. It will be his ticket home.

We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.

We would not die in the company of a phony bastard such as he that would use scratches to get purple hearts and cut short his tour of duty by 8 months. Get the fuck out of my sight! You are not worthy to die with us.

This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,

When St. Crispin’s Day comes around every one who returns home will look at this day proudly.

And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say ‘To-morrow is Saint Crispian.’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say ‘These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.’

The night before St. Crispin’s day he’ll roll up his sleeves and show the scars and tell him he got them on St. Crispin’s Day at Agincourt.

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day.

He may forget other stuff in old age, but not the Battle of Agincourt!

Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-

All of our names will be remembered.

Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.

While knocking down some brewskis,

This story shall the good man teach his son;

The old veteran will teach his son.

And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,

And on this day from now until the end of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

our small but happy force, this band of brothers

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,

Anyone who fights with me will be my brother. He won’t return to England and stab us all in the back by falsely accusing us of war crimes. (OK. I added that last part to make this more relevant to today.)

This day shall gentle his condition;

This day will make him a better person.

Make him a member of the gentry, even if he is a commoner.

If he’s lower class this will make him upper class. (And he won’t even have to marry for it.)

And gentlemen in England now-a-bed

And all those pussies back home in bed,

Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

will know that they were wusses because they didn’t have the balls to be with us.
Now lets go kill us some Frogs!
Before the Battle of Agincourt,
25 October 1415
Shakespeare
And GOC
And Kenneth Branagh.

The above clip always gives me goosebumps.

Another little point of history: Henry V was the first English king after the Norman invasion to speak English.

From Pres. (more…)

I’m gonna give this week’s award to Lyin’ Biden. Geez, almost everything he said last night was a bald faced lie. I especially liked when he said he didn’t say he was against fossil fuels. “Show the tape!” So, the Trump response team posted it five minutes later.

Here’s your award Joe. Now go back to your basement.

I’m off on my annual trek to Tennessee to celebrate my friend Eric’s (and my) birthday. I may or not post tonight and over the weekend. We’ll see.

This used to be a celebration of bloggers, but I may be the only person who is still blogging. The rest of the bloggers have moved to Farcebook. Fuck you Zuckerberg!

Hey didja hear about Jeffry Toobin? He was the CNN dude who beat his meat on a Zoom call. He claims he didn’t know the video was enabled.

I can kinda relate. I was on a conference call and was on speaker and I thought I had muted myself. As a certain point in the call the moderatoer said, “What shall we do next?”

I said, “How about ending this call?”

There was silence. Then the moderator said, “Uh, OK.”

I looked at my phone. Omigawd! I wasn’t muted! After pressing the mute button, I said to my office mate, “I really thought I was muted.”

All ended well because this was a weekly bullshit call where we accomplished nothing and everyone on the call was used to my personality. Most of them agreed with my sentiments.

And I wasn’t stroking the lizard.

Someone snarked on another blog, “Jeffrey Toobin is a master debater.”

I wish I had written that.

And didja see the other people who were on the Zoom call? None of the women were a bit attractive so who was he strokin’ it for? Do Zoom calls arouse him? Did he have Pornhub open in another window?

Or did he take one for the team? Did he do this to change the subject from Hunter Biden and all of the slime that is hitting the Biden family? It worked for a day or two.

My sister sez I should make him Asshole of the Week. Nope. More like Dickhead of the Week.

How dumb do you have to be to jackoff on a Zoom call?

Ron opines.

Sheeesh! Everybody is class valedictorian, everybody gets a trophy, nobody says anything politically incorrect, children are given hugs and time-outs instead of spankings . . . I’m beginning to conclude that our problems come from not enough people getting their asses kicked often enough for being stupid. And listening to “experts” who change their minds like I change my socks.

Difference between ignorance and apathy? Don’t know and don’t care. I do know, however, that “I’m O.K./You’re O.K.,” legalizing pot, participation trophies for everyone, and time-outs instead of ass whippins ain’t workin out too well.

Today’s looter carrying off sneakers and smartphones in 10 years will be tomorrow’s urban activist, understandably but in vain demanding stores return to a charred no man’s land, to do their fair share, and to help restore the downtown, neighborhood, inner-city, or the “community.”

Racism. Shi’ite! More like cabin fever and reaction to government oppression. No, American racism isn’t dead… but it IS in critical condition and being kept alive only by the media, campaigning politicians, and race pimps who have weaponized the word “racist” for soundbyte effect.

To make things easier for everybody, how ‘bout the NAACP publish a list of everything that’s NOT racist. Prob’ly fit on a post card. Oh, and the CDC and W.H.O should arrange to put Hillary in charge of handling the Covid crisis, and leave it up to her whether to arrange its suicide or simply delete it.

Harris, Queen of the Garbage Gotcha, needs to go back to SanFranShitShow and hole up to work on her plan to Catch-25 Sundowner Joe if he’s elected and survives until he’s sworn in. And Pelosi, the Drinker of the House, needs to slither back into Act V of MacBeth where she belongs.

She’s decided once again to try impeachment to remove DJT from office. Her logic this time is that he’s mentally impaired, and the proof is that he hasn’t started any wars in the 4 years he’s been in office.

Pitiable Sundowner Joey. The guy has trouble remembering what state he’s in. Shouldn’t be that hard to determine, tho . . . it’s usually one of three – unconscious, unaware, or disoriented.

And speaking of memory, why is it that nobody in the MSM remembers that Biden has been accused of rape? And his son is a freakin joke? And his wife is a fraud? He says he’ll lock down the entire country if necessary, and make masks mandatory. Coupla days ago he said we need to get rid of sports. And raise taxes. What a plan, huh!!

Damn . . . the real reason we can’t have meals in restaurants, fans at sports events, voting in precincts, freedom of movement, fun with friends and family, isn’t the Chinese cooties . . . it’s oppression by governors such as Cuomo, Newsom, and Whitmer and mayors such as DeBlasio and Lightfoot.

I betcha . . . I just betcha . . . take stats from every year up thru 2020 and ratio the number of deaths in the US, all causes, with the total population, and 2020 will come out within the margin of error. I’m confident that a large percent of the “covid” deaths would’ve happened anyway — asthma, heart failure, emphysema, obesity, smoking . . . .

Prediction: down the road a coupla years, maybe as soon as 2 or 3, the health industry is gonna see a spike in diseases that don’t really trouble people too much these days. Why? Because of the hysteria about masks, shaking hands, making physical contact with the real world.

When I was a kid, showers in private homes were rare, and often an adult would bathe only once a week or so. Kids drank from streams and garden hoses, shared bottles of soft drinks, swapped spit, and ate fruits right off the tree, complete with insecticides, smokestack deposits, and other airborne residue.

Now we’re all disinfecting our hands and avoiding touch with other people to keep from sharing germs, and our immune systems aren’t getting the stimuli they need to protect us from everyday assaults on our bodies by stuff that’s not gonna go away when a cure for the gleep is available and things return to “normal.”

A quick check of the efficacy of most flu vaccines shows that they’re nowhere NEAR 100% effective . . . more like 60%. And I’m gonna get my annual flu shot this fall, but I ain’t sure ‘bout the Chinese lung rot vaccine . . . might pass on that.

But, what SHOULD we expect from a society which permits killing children at birth but throws parents in jail for spanking them and whose main investigative agency is responsible for covering up crimes by officials and not doing anything about them?

If California’s governor Newsom ever develops a case of the gleep, I betcha he blames it on fossil fuels and global warming.

Speaking of contagious sicknesses, Political Correctness is inarguably a social disease, and BLM is the epitome of racism. American society got along MUCH better before Barack Hussein Soetoro and Patrisse Cullors. The biggest threat to society is Islam, which openly demands supremacy.

And, hey, anybody who’s more frightened by Elmer Fudd’s gun than by the video games kids play today is just not playin with a full deck. And I firmly believe that the 2020 general election is gonna make Gore V Bush look like a solemn, organized, decisive declaration from Mt. Olympus.

A word of advice about courts deciding elections – never invoke the gods in that stuff unless you really REALLY want trouble . . . it annoys them immensely.

O.K. Somebody left a flat of apple fritters on the countertop. Look like they oughta go well with some fresh, hot coffee. Then it’s off to do the last bit of cleanup in the back yard after last week’s re-roof job – bits of tar paper and other junk that the mower should suck up nicely.

Another updated joke from my friend Phil.

The teacher said, “Let’s begin by reviewing some American history. Who said: ‘Give me Liberty, or give me Death’?”

She saw a sea of blank faces, except for little Akio, a bright foreign exchange student from Japan, who had his hand up: “Patrick Henry, 1775,”he said.

“Very good” Who said: ‘Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from the Earth’?”

Again, no response except from Little Akio: “Abraham Lincoln, 1863.”

“Excellent!” said the teacher continuing. “Let’s try one a bit more difficult. Who said, ‘Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country?”

Once again, Akio’s was the only hand in the air and he said: “John F. Kennedy, 1961.”

The teacher snapped at the class, “Class, you should be ashamed of yourselves. Little Akio isn’t from this country and he knows more about our history than you do.”

She heard a loud whisper: “F___ the Japs.”

“Who said that? I want to know right now!” …she angrily demanded.

Little Akio put his hand up, “General MacArthur, 1945.”

At that point, a student in the back said, “I’m gonna puke.

“The teacher glares around and asks, “All right! Now, who said that?”

Again, Little Akio says, “George Bush to the Japanese Prime Minister, 1991.”

Now furious, another student yells, “Oh yeah? Suck this!”

Little Akio jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher, “Bill Clinton, to Monica Lewinsky, 1997!”

Now with almost mob hysteria, someone said, “You little shit! If you say anything else, I’ll kill you!”

Little Akio frantically yells at the top of his voice, “Michael Jackson to the children testifying against him, 2004.”

The teacher fainted.

As the class gathered around the teacher on the floor, someone said, “Oh shit, we’re screwed!”

Little Akio said quietly, “The American public if Joe Biden gets elected.”

Can you imagine if Hunter Biden’s daddy were a Republican? There would be wall to wall news coverage about the corruption. His daddy wouldn’t be able to be elected dogcatcher.

But, since Biden’s daddy is a Dimocrat (rules are different for them), we have the Fake News Media doing their best not to cover one of the biggest stories of the year.

Of course this is the Fake News Media which fell for the fake Russian collusion story.

This is the Fake News Media that has done its best to cover up spygate, which makes Watergate look like a picnic.

We also have social media trying to squelch the latest on crackhead Hunter. But they forgot about the Streisand Effect. Twatter’s attempt to squelch links to the NY Post’s story on Hunter backfired.

So far, only one reporter has asked Gropey Joe about the Hunter story and his response was that it was a smear.

The Dimocrats are blaming the Russians.

“Russia, Russia, Russia”, exclaimed Adam Shitt!

Russia, yeah, that’s the ticket.

It’s Russia that made Hunter do all of those things.

It’s nice to see that Hunter cut his dad in on 50% of the take.

And now it looks like Hunter has been diddling underage kids. Just what we need. A president with a pedophile as a son.

I’m glad it’s Giuliani who is spearheading this.

I’m sure that this is not the October surprise the Dimocrats were expecting.