One of the reasons I almost quit blogging was the inability to continuously post like I used to be able to do a few years back. Maybe it’s old age but the creative juices do not flow as well as they used to. Fortunately, I can make the call to the bullpen and post one of Ron’s emails. Here’s another one.

Ah, mes amis . . . La Republique . . . c’est fini. Just don’t see how this goat rope can continue with permanent gridlock from the Keystone Kops Kongress and a self-feeding debt whose INTEREST, at over $250 billion per year, is greater than most countries’ GNP.

Our military has been downsized to 1930s manpower strength, our B-52 fleet is 60 years old, and the Navy’s warship rolls have been cut to around 425, including reserve units. The word that leaps to mind is unsustainable.

Can’t force myself to watch the news any more. No matter which channel or time of day, all I can get is “Drama Is Served” from the forensic twiddlers in both houses of Congress “trying to get at the truth” about everything from Who Framed Roger Rabbit to Let’s Make A Deal.

Yeah, right. The only truths those media whores understand are air time and re-election. We’ll get about as much truth from those guys about Russia or Clinton or wiretapping or election tampering or anything as we would from a 2-yr-old about the missing cookies.

Today’s TV “journalists” have proclaimed themselves experts on everything. They don’t objectively report the news; they just select which item will best enhance their network’s rating and then misrepresent or exaggerate its importance to show what clever analysts they are.

I can picture guys like Shep Smith or Anderson Cooper or Joe Scarborough or Chris Cuomo standing at a urinal in great discombobulation over whether or not they’re in the right facility. Prob’ly did their master’s theses on “The Importance of Ishkabibble.”

Every time they come on my screen, it’s “And the thot plickens,” as if it’s crucial to know for sure if Putin had anything to do with the outcome of last year’s election. J.H.F.C.! Of COURSE he tried to influence the outcome; he always has. He hates Clinton and wants to resurrect the Soviet Union, and NATO is a speed bump on that road.

And why is Pence’s self-imposed rule about not having dinner alone with any woman except his wife a sexist or chauvinist attitude which makes his decision-making skills suspect? And just exactly HOW did DJT insult Latinos by saying that many of the illegals sneaking in here are not the best that Mexico has to offer?

And why is it “racist” to want to fully vet “refugees” and other immigrants from Muslim states infested with terrorism when other Muslim nations won’t take them in under any circumstances? Most of the world has stricter immigration policies and harsher punishments for illegal entry than we do.

We hired a new non-partisan outsider sheriff to clean up Old Swampy, but just as with Bart in Rock Ridge, Hedley Lamarr and Lily Von Schtupp are constantly working to thwart his every move in their efforts to maintain their tax-n-spend status quo, and who could be better cast as Lepotomane than Gropey Joe?

El Donaldo thought he could come in and avoid the snares and pitfalls and red tape of D.C. because he had no obligations to special interest groups. But he didn’t read the breaks in the hostile green, those tricky little patches of poa annua and the dry spots where the sprinkler malfunctioned and the area that hasn’t fully recovered from winter kill.

Basically what he’s running into is hedgerow warfare and nerve gas attacks from entrenched merdistes defending their tax shelters and golden parachutes. Voters were fed up with the status quoists and brought in a true outsider to conduct a complete Navy-style field day on the termite-infested floors and rusting rebar and cobweb-covered rules and regulations.

But the beneficiaries of the dug-in and deep-rooted good ol’ boy entitlement system couldn’t have that. Besides, he wasn’t SUPPOSED to win . . . it was all a big joke, right? It was carefully designed to look like a genuine election culminating in Her Firstness’s coronation.

As long as there are Pelosis, as long as there are Schumers, as long as there is a CNN, there will be pandemic Trump Derangement Syndrome in cities with major liberal enclaves. I see no path for escape except declaring martial law and shutting down all the universities and mass media for about a year ‘til DJT can get his team working to disinfect government and jump-start the economy.

There IS no fix for health care. At least not a simple one. None. The problem is that people have begun to consider it their right, when there’s no mention of it in the Constitution, OR the Bible. The Constitution mentions the PURSUIT of happiness. And that’s what trying to remain alive and healthy is – a pursuit, not a right.

Hell, I have the right to TRY to play on the PGA tour, but that doesn’t guarantee me success. Every kid in the country has the RIGHT to try to play in the NFL or the NBA or MLB, but that’s not the same as actually making the team with a megabuck signing bonus.

Until we raise the age eligibility for MediCare and Social Security, until we get rid of the outrageous penalty settlements for medical malpractice, until doctors can stop playing defensive medicine and quit ordering completely unnecessary tests and procedures for routine complaints as a shield against lawsuits, until big gummint gets out of bed with big pharm, and until people quit smoking and stop getting fat, there’s simply no such thing as affordable health care when virtually all the new signups for the ACA were those eligible for MedicAid, which means they can’t afford insurance.

And unless we’re faced with extinction by an alien race from Planet X, there’s no way to string any kind of bridge across the chasm separating liberals and conservatives, and unless DJT can get two judges on SCotUS and the GDP growth up to around 4% pretty damned soon, liberals will take it all back in 2020.

So far it looks to me as if the only notable skill the conservatives have is turning major victories at the polls to major catastrophes in the legislature.

Hell with it. I’m gonna make me a pot of chicken stir-fry and watch reruns of Law & Order. At least the outcome there is usually something I can stomach without tossing bricks at the screen, and possibly my lunch.