Here is Ron’s latest. We need a janitor to fix the country and Ron thinks Trump is that janitor.

Y’know . . . it’s kinda oblivious and naïve for the Leftistas to have had a regime in place for 8 years now that has systematically downgraded our national credit rating, destroyed our international prestige, destabilized the entire Middle East, derailed our military, and discombobulated our health-care system along with our economy while watching infrastructure crumble and race relations tumble while politicians fumble – and then, and THEN have the arrogance and ignorance to expect the incoming president to take their advice on how to run things when everyone in the entire country except the high-crime areas of NYC, LA, SF, and Chicago vote against their party in a general election.

The single biggest obstacle to progress in this nation for the past 8 years has been Harry Reid. I can’t think of anything he’s gotten right in this century. He should’ve been taken out and fed to a pack of javelinas in 1968 when he first entered politics in Nevada. By that I don’t mean to take away anything from Nancy Peloosi, but she’s only a flower child pimple who never grew up while Reid’s a carbuncle on the butt of humanity.

As for Trump, I’m getting a bit weary of celebrities and Reid and avante-garde gooroos condemning his election because he’ll be a poor role model for children. Say what? Madonna? Cher? Michael Moore? Ellen DeGeneres? Afraid that DJT might not be someone that children should emulate? But DingleBarry IS?

Yeah, right. Soetoro is such a great role model. Great accomplishments as PotUS. He made inner cities unsafe to walk through. School lunches unpalatable to eat. Health care impossible to afford. Illegal immigrants total dependents on US taxpayers. Being a cop the same as being a target. No one in the entire world has any respect for the US any more. No one is willing to live in most countries in north Africa or west Asia.

Dammit, we didn’t elect Trump as a role model. We elected him as a janitor to sweep out the deadwood in D.C., haul all the junk out of our legislative basement, take the ACA out to the scrapheap where it belongs, throw out the indecipherable tax code, let some fresh air into the Supreme Court, and put up KEEP OUT! signs along the borders in Spanish and Arabic.

Janitors aren’t expected to be role models. They’re expected to make sure mold doesn’t grow in the showers, funk doesn’t build up in the A/C system, soot doesn’t block the chimney, and unnecessary old scrap paper doesn’t create a fire hazard in the closets. He doesn’t have to be handsome, or witty, or even polite . . . just efficient and reliable and, above all, OUT OF SIGHT! We don’t want him in our face all day every day.

We also expect him to protect the place when we’re out of the building, keeping out the rats and parasites and plunderers. We don’t really care if he’s been divorced, if he sometimes uses language that might offend Our Lady of Infinite Political Correctness, or if he tells outrageous stories sometimes about his escapades while in the USMC. He’s the guy we want to clean up the gym after the sock hop, unplug the toilets in the girls’ bathrooms, fix the lock on the storage rooms, put a fresh coat of paint on the front door.

Role models? Hey, those are the parents, the uncles, the grandparents, not the janitor, and certainly not the professional athletes or the singers or the late-night comedians or the talk-show hosts, and by NO means the overpaid self-congratulating out-of-touch Hollywood elite.

No, when the going gets tough, we need a tough guy to get us going again. Someone who’s not afraid to tell a petty dictator to FO&D or a spendthrift senator to knock off the “fact-finding” junkets or an illegal immigrant committing crimes to get the hell out and STAY out. We want a guy who’s quick with his wit, AND his fists, not some professional social agitator and perpetual apologist for our country’s successes.

We want a guy, a man’s man, one who likes women, pretty women, and isn’t ashamed to say so . . . who knows when to kick ass and take names, whom to hire and when to fire, and how to get stuff done without talking everyone to death. That’s one of the reasons Kennedy was so popular – he liked pretty girls and was quick with the wise-ass remarks. He was new, and fresh, and bold, and that’s exactly what we need now to break up and shovel out the years of ripe manure that’s been building up all over D.C.

I don’t particularly care if my janitor is a beau brummel, or talks in polite flowery language, or smells good. I want the floors clean, the graffiti off the walls, and the place to smell fresh. I want him to keep the doors from squeaking, the locks from jamming, and the plumbing from plugging up. And if he gets a little dirty doin that, or if he occasionally lets fly an unpleasant phrase, or tells some pipsqueak in uncertain terms to get out of his face, well . . . that’s just part of it.

You can’t clean up a chicken coop that’s been managed by the chickens themselves for 8 years without getting a little foul-smelling stuff on your shoes and hands. And you can’t have another dance in the gym ‘til the place is cleaned up and all the facilities are in good working order.

Time to go to work, and if you don’t like the smells comin out of barns bein cleaned up, go watch a movie or somethin. Just remember that the Keep Out signs on sausage factories are there for many reasons.