Ron speaks.

Career professional victims such as Wilson, Jackson-Lee, Waters, Sharpton, and even Soetoro himself thrive on racism. They actually WANT to be offended, they LIVE to be outraged, they NEED righteous indignation. Without the pity factor, Wilson or Waters or ANY of ‘em could no more be elected than DingleBarry could have been without being outwardly black.

Racism, white supremacy, oppression – those are the spigots of their communal electoral cornucopia. Never mind that Soetoro and (Susan) Rice and Holder and (Hillary) Clinton told FOUR Gold Star families that their sons had died because of a YouTube video. That’s O.K. . . . ‘cause they’re black, and even though Hillary isn’t, she’s still a Democrat.

DingleBarry told cops, ALL cops, that they knew what they were in for when they joined police organizations, that they might one day be killed in the line of duty. He said it was “part of the job you signed up for.” And that’s O.K., because he’s not only black, but a Democrat as well. Trump said the same thing, only less brutally, and is excoriated for it.

NOBODY in D.C. – neither the Dems nor the GOPs – can permit The Donald to get anything done. If he fixes things . . . if he streamlines the tax codes, if he reduces drug flow into the country, if he straightens out the VA, no matter what . . . if Trump solves problems and corrects mistakes that professional politicians have been promising to fix for the last 3 presidencies, it makes them look like losers.

Pelosi is obviously in advancing senility. Waters is hysterical and delusional, who knows from what. Wilson is brainwashed and heavily into BLM mythology. They hate Trump more than they love their country. Their entire anti-Trump motivation is based on the fact that Hillary isn’t in the Oval Office where they think she should be, and her only because of that pesky 22nd Amendment keeping DingleBarry from being PotUS for Life.

Of course the fact that Trump is male AND white just sharpens the cutting edge of their frustration and anger over not getting their way. Even IF DJT gets a balanced budget, IF he gets tax simplication, IF he gets immigration reform, IF he finds a way to decapitate NorK without nuking Pyongyang . .. . even if he manages to fix health care, they’ll still call him a racist, an impostor, a dilettante, a hypocrite, a usurper.

Irony is, tho, that they can’t see they’re just like donkeys calling burros jackasses since all those terms apply equally well to themselves.

Ron unspeaks.

He shoots, he scores! And Trump is making the professional politicians look like the losers they are. Flake is retiring because he was gonna lose in the upcoming primary. He made the mistake of sucking up to McRINO and becoming his Mini-me. It’s amazing that McRINO’s ass is big enough to accommodate both Flake and Lindsey Graham kissing it at the same time. McRINO has allowed his hatred of Trump make him oppose anything that is good for the country. Of course McRINO’s position on illegal immigration is mass amnesty and then competing with Dimocrats for the votes of the immigrants. The guy is as senile as ex-Speaker Blinky. I would blame it on his brain cancer, but he has been spouting this bullshit for years. But since McRINO is really a Dimocrat most of the time his position makes perfect sense. Can’t someone rid us of this meddlesome senator? At least Flake and Corker will be gone. Dimocrats have to defend ten Senate seats in states that Trump won. Let’s see how many of those races the Stupid Party can screw up.

West Virginia – It’s time to retire Manchin.

Missouri – It’s time to retire the odious Claire McCaskell. I don’t care if someone like Todd Akin gets the nomination. Anyone would be better than McCaskell. The Dimocrats support their candidates no matter how crazy they are. That’s why they win. The Stupid Party virtue signaled on Akin and gave the seat to McCaskell. Booger eatin’ moh-rons.

The rest of you red states – Don’t elect a Dimocrat senator. Why would you vote for Trump and then elect someone who opposes him? WTF is wrong with you?

And, sadly, Kid Rock is not running for senator.

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 71 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.