The United Nations has decided that we should pay reparations to blacks. Dear UN: FU, KMA, and GFY! We have paid reparations to blacks in the form of welfare, Section 8 Housing, food stamps, affirmative action, racial quotas, and other preferences. We have spent over $21 trillion on blacks on various gummint programs. What has it gotten us? Next to nothing. They are 13% of the population and commit over 50% of the crime. Without black people we would need less than half the prisons we already have. Our cities would be the safest on the planet. We would eliminate most of the poverty in this country. We build housing projects for them and they destroy them and then we have to demolish them. See Pruitt-Igoe. They routinely destroy neighborhoods they take over. They are a drag on American society.

If you think we should pay reparations what about the coastal blacks who went into the interior of Africa and captured their black brothers and sisters and sold them to the slave traders? Whites didn’t capture blacks, blacks did. And what about the Arab and Portuguese slave traders? England (white people) abolished the slave trade. Arabs continued it. And guess where slavery still exists? In Africa and in Moslem countries. And here’s another delicious irony. Our black president is not descended from slaves but from slave owners on both sides of his family.

When blacks get pissed off about sumpin’ they act like irresponsible children and throw temper tantrums and destroy neighborhoods and businesses. Guess who gets to rebuild them? They owe us reparations for all of the destruction they have caused over the last 50 years. Reparations? No way. Tell you what we will do. We’ll apologize for bringing them here from Africa and give them one way tickets back to their homeland. No to reparations, yes for repatriations.

Blacks should be on their knees thanking their lucky stars that their ancestors were brought here as slaves. Our poorest blacks live better than 90% of the people on this planet. Reparations? I don’t think so.

It’s long past the time that we get out of the United Nations and quit supporting this anti-American organization. Kick them out of New York. See how long they last without our support. But, when they are gone, they will get to show off their Asshole of the Week Award.

Comey to Congress: We are not weasels.

Yes. You. Are. You let Crooked Cankles off the hook. You and the FBI under you are a gang of weasels. Own it!

From my friend Pres.

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Oh noes! Crooked Cankles has her Depends in a wad because Trump called a former Miss Universe and a porn star (Funny how the Wiki page was sanitized) fat. This is from a woman who called victims of her husbands predatory sexual attacks “nuts and sluts”. Does she really want to go there?

During the Clinton election and during his presidency she was responsible for tamping down the “bimbo eruptions”. Those were when a former Clinton mistress or a victim of rape or sexual harassment by BJ would have the temerity to come forth. Thunder Rodent Thighs would immediately spring into action and slime the person and do everything in her power to ruin that person’s life. She didn’t call them fat, she called them sluts, whores, and crazy among other epithets.

The list of Clinton victims is long. A few of them include Juanita Broaddrick (rape), Gennifer Flowers (mistress), Elizabeth Gracen (one night stand), Paula Jones (sexual harassment – she won a setlement from him), Kathleen Willey (sexual harassment), and Monica Lewinsky (sexual harassment). These are just off the top of my head.

The feminists claim that he didn’t sexually harass Kathleen Willey because he groped her and she told him to stop and he did thus establishing the One Free Grope Rule. Let a conservative try that and see how far that goes. They also claim that Monica wasn’t sexual harassment because it was consensual. This after years and years of feminazis claiming that any sexual act between a man in power with a subordinate even if it is consensual is sexual harassment. It’s ruined careers of military officers but not our commander-in-chief.

It was funny during the Clinton era watching feminists twist themselves in knots defending Clinton. Talking about porno movies and public hairs on Coke cans was sexual harassment when Clarence Thomas allegedly did it but getting BJs in the Oral office by an airhead intern or groping a widow was not.

I would much rather have a president who calls a woman fat than a president who enabled her husband’s rape and sexual harassment of women and then did every thing in her power to destroy his victims. Remember, this is a woman who laughed when she got a rapist off.

Daughters can be trusted with Trump but not with Crooked Cankles’ husband.

The book Reasons Not to Elect Hillary Clinton is now out.

Didja watch last night’s debate? I did. I wanted to see Hacking Hillary go into a coughing fit and collapse on the stage. Alas, it didn’t happen. Her staff pumped her full of enough drugs to allow her to stand for ninety minutes and not to cough.

Each candidate had a goal tonight. Trump needed to look presidential. Crooked Cankles needed to be likable. She had the hardest task. She had to mask her inner shrew. For most of the night she was able to do that but after an hour she had s little segment where she lost control. Her voice went shrill. She began to look like everyone’s ex-wife. Or, she looked like a future ex-wife when you had come home at 2:00 AM after a night out with the guys and she started lecturing you about all of your faults. When she goes into shrill lecture mode, she loses any likability she may have.

Trump’s goal was a lot simpler. He needed to look sane. He needed to look like he belonged on the stage. It was a real low bar and he surpassed it. He performed just well enough to do so. He ignored some obvious openings to attack Thunder Rodent Thighs. He only mentioned her thirty three thousand e-mails once. WTF?

The PIAP was obviously prepared with “facts” and figures. She had a few zingers. Trump had virtually no prep yet still held his own, especially since Holt was on her side. She did have a few episodes where her eyes didn’t track properly. I still think she has had a stroke in the past. Didja like that forced smile she employed to try and make herself likable? I wonder how much Botox she had injected before the debate?

The media claims she won the debate. However, almost all online polls said he did. The kicker here is just how despondent Mika Brzezinski is.

She’s almost in tears. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Update: Snap polls on who won the debate. This is the Daily Mail which is a better source for news than the American media. Two of the surprises here are Variety and Slate which both had Trump winning. For all of you Coughing Clinton lovers who say she did better, you’re prolly right but, you are missing the point. I’ll try to get this through your thick heads once again, and that goes for you my little pet liberal Robin Palm, with the masters degree. Welcome back by the way. We have all missed you. There was a very low bar set for Trump. All he had to do was show up and look sane. That’s it. Yeah, the Cackler was wonky but that didn’t matter. Trump assured voters that he could do the job. That was all he needed to do. Thunder Rodent Thighs is not a likable person and has been immersed in scandals for over thirty years. She is a terrible candidate and people with brains are looking for reasons not to vote for her. That certainly leaves troll boy, The Truth out. Trump missed a lot of good shots like when she was promoting green jobs. He did point out Solyndra but he should have also said that Jug Hussein Ears Downgrade promised five million high paying green jobs back in 2008. How will she succeed when the Obamessiah couldn’t? You can proclaim Shrillary the winner all you want, but the snap polls, even from liberal outlets like Slate and Variety, disagree with you. Let’s look at the polls over the next few days and see if the Wicked Witch of Chappaqua has stopped Trump’s momentum.

Ron writes about tonight’s Debate of the Century.

America have erection . . . get clappy ending.

Ladeeeez and Gennulmen . . . welcome to Rigged Arena, site of the first in a series of three matches designed to determine the National Championship of Unbelievable Balderdash. I’m your talking head, Wolf Mathews Cuomo, a typical Clinton News Network tool, who will do the fact checking and analysis for you when we finish so that you don’t have to do any thinking for yourself.

Tonite’s bout is scheduled for 10 rounds of Wrangling, Bickering, and One-Upmanship featuring Hellary, It’s My Turn Dammit And I Have A Vagina, Clinton versus Donald, I Can’t Believe He Just Said That, Trump.

Your referee for this evening will be Lester, Gee It’s About Time We Had A Lady President, Holt. Each round will begin with a meaningless question which will be completely ignored as Clinton and Trump hurl insults, accusations, scorn, contempt, blame, and ridicule at each other.

Your announcer will be John Madden, the well-known NFL coach and sports commentator who knows absolutely nothing about politics and government but really enjoys watching people verbally abuse each other.

The contestants are set and the referee is about to give instructions. Let’s listen:

Holt: O.K. You both know the rules. Families are off limits. No references to fact checking, vote fraud, campaign finances, or global warming. The American people deserve a good match here tonight, so let’s give them one. Once I ask a question, you will then respond to each other’s answers until such time as I think Mrs. Clinton is becoming tired or needs to confer with her staff. At that point I will end all discussion by disabling your microphones until she’s ready for the next question. Ready? O.K. Here’s your first question:

Round 1

What is the difference between a duck?

Madden: O.K. They’re off. Clinton in the $35,000 Armani tent and Trump with a shiny dark blue tie. Not much happening. Pretty ho-hum stuff. Looks to me like they’re trying to make nice with each other. Oh, there we go . . . Clinton lands a light denunciation of Trump’s foreign policy understanding. Trump misses with a wild “Oh, Yeah??!!” and mumbles something about Bosnia. Pretty boring, folks, but it’s just the first round. Maybe these two should get a room. Look like a couple of eggheads deciding on dessert. And there’s the bell.

Round 2

Holt: Now for your second question: Which is higher, a debt?

Clinton scores with a set of mismanagement figures from the Bush Administration and Trump counters with a series of cost analyses on Food Stamps, Welfare, and subsidized housing by the Obama regime. It’s starting to get heated up in there, folks. Oh, there’s a nice backstab from Clinton with a followup derision, but Trump comes back with a scandal and some heavy contempt. This is good. Just what we came to see. Now Trump throws a private server and several deletions, but Clinton shrugs them off with divorces and digs in with a major bankruptcy. I guess I misjudged these two, ladies and gentlemen. They actually seem to have come here to get it on with each other. Oh, great denunciation by Trump, hurling calumny followed by scandal and a heavy reference to dead body counts. That knocked some of the wind out of Clinton and she’s leaning heavily on her lectern. She comes back with gender- and ethnic-based taunts, but I think those shots about corpses in her wake have left her a bit shaken. Yeah, that must be the case, ‘cause Holt is sounding the bell to end the round.

Round 3

Holt: Which bird will fly away first?

Oh, man, they must have slipped something in Clinton’s water during the break ‘cause she came out swingin. Caught Trump with a full “McCain’s a war hero” jab and a snide remark about his complete ignorance of diplomatic protocols. And now she’s pivoting! She’s abandoning the Obama mantra and coming on with her shrill complaints about the glass ceiling. Oh, that one hurt him . . . she said, “It’s about time we had a female president. After all we’ve been voting for boobs for a long time.” Caught him flatfooted, but he came back with a pile of baggage all the way from her Arkansas days and slapped her with her being fired from her first job as a lawyer while working on the Watergate probe. She looks like she just got hit with a subpoena. And now she’s starting to cough. And there’s the bell.

Round 4

Holt: If a train leaves Chicago with constant acceleration for 30 minutes and gets to Denver 2 hours ahead of schedule, do merzi doats and dozi doats and little lambsy divey?

Here we go. Hey, nice put-down there, Trump. Clinton hammers him with an indecent behavior toward women cheap shot and asks him exactly how he will get Mexico to pay for his wall. He steps back, gets his breath, and hits her with a heavy Lewinsky. Holt steps in and cautions Trump about that remark, then signals to the judges to take a point away. Trump reminds Holt that he could buy him and sell him and if he wants to keep working in entertainment, he’d better learn to watch what he says. And there’s Clinton on the attack again. She flashes a picture of Melania in a bikini, but Holt doesn’t see it. Trump looks at the audience for a moment and heaves a classic rudeness at her groin. It catches her right in the Libya [sorry, couldn’t resist] and she stumbles.

She’s hurt, ladies and gentlemen. He tosses another private server at her and catches her with a dirty Benghazi but gets no caution from the referee. She tries to regain her balance with a strong indignity about his remarks concerning Muslims, but he catches it with his We Need Law And Order In This Country and then goes straight for the Foundation. And she’s down. Clinton is down, ladies and gentlemen. She’s coughing and hacking, and her aides are helping her off the stage. And she’s lost her shoe! Some dark-skinned bony broad picked it up and they’ve got her backstage. It’s all over. Trump scores an early knockout here in the first match.

And now let’s turn it over to the people who know more about this stuff so you can understand what you just witnessed. Oh, the producer is telling me to say “Here’s Alysin Maddow Cooper to explain why this match won’t count because Clinton had a coughing attack.” Good night, ladies and gentlemen. I’ll see you at the next match . . . if there is one.

Now that’s some funny stuff there, I don’t care who you are. Ron has outdid himself.

This one is from Peggy U.

So many similarities between this and White Room. Same chord run down. Similar bass line. Lots of wah wah pedal. Like them both.