Ronsday On Obsession
Ron on.
Walkin along lookin up at that YUGE moon almost directly overhead. Triggered thoughts of moon madness, which led to images of people who do crazy things during mull foons, which suggested mania, which brought me to fixations, and finally monomania.
Yeeesh! The Left, especially the propaganda machine of the Left, AKA the “media,” are not only in a manic state; they’re hysterical. They’re showing all the signs of maleficent obsession. Salivating profusely over any hint that someone’s found dirt on DJT or somebody from his campaign or his administration.
It’s compulsive behavior, like an opioid addiction. Puts ‘em in a frenzy, with tunnel vision and an irresistible quixotic need to attack and flush out imaginary dragon-sized sleazeworms built from garden-variety caterpillars in their own diseased imaginations.
Russia! Russia! Russia! But, after more than a year and millions of dollars wasted on witch hunts, nobody has come up with a real “there” there proving collusion or obstruction by Trump, or even Flynn, for that matter, only lying about something that wasn’t even illegal, unlike HRC’s lying about matters that WERE illegal.
It’s a psychopathy, counterproductive, unhealthy, destructive, manic. Or as King Lear informs us, “Oh, that way madness lies.” Like Joy Behar going into orgasmic delight when ABC’s Ross “broke” that story about Flynn flipping on Trump, his editors not knowing just HOW broken it actually was or that the flyover country rubes aren’t as grotesquely stupid as they thought.
The major problem with obsession is that you can’t get rid of it. You come back over and over and over looking for that elusive whatever-it-is but never find it. Now, see . . . I know that I’M obsessed with writing my little daily blurbs, but most of ‘em don’t get read, and everyone on my e-mail addee list knows where the “Delete” key is anyhow.
CNN is, though, according to the compelling and reassuring voice of James Earl Jones, “the most trusted name in news” and ABC is, according to their intro, “where more Americans get their news than anywhere else.” Then there’s the much-vaunted New York Times with its motto “Excelsior,” which is Latin for “all the fake news that we could make up on short notice.”
My “magnificent obsession” with ranting is harmless, nothing more than cerebral calisthenics to keep my brain from going the way of my teeth, my hair, my physical strength . . . and probably my memory. I’m not convincing anyone of anything they don’t already know or believe.
But when the mass mainstream media collectively conspire to demonstrate and promote the leftiste conspiracy theory that Trump’s election was not kosher and he doesn’t belong in Hillary’s chair behind the Resolute Desk, that’s dangerous.
The strategy, the goal, is a Trump Dump, either during his first term by impeachment or at the end of it by ensuring that he’s so politically distasteful that he can’t possibly be re-elected. Bush-Bashing has been updated to Trump-Trashing.
To that end, they’re willing to perform radical -ectomy surgery on the First Amendment and scrap the Electoral College to prevent that sort of “mistake” from ever happening again. And that, if not downright seditious, is conspiratorial in an attempt to completely restructure our entire political system for their own ends.
The “LEFT” have morphed into an entrenched, well-funded, deliberate hate group which caters to ignorant poor people who hate successful people, black people who hate successful white people, GLBT people who hate normal people, feminists who hate the men they’re trying to become, environmentalists who hate capitalism, and teenage knowitalls who hate the status quo because . . . well, hormones.
The problem is that the party is supported by socialists who hate private enterprise and biased journalists who hate conservatives and are willing to work relentlessly to convince the ignoranti to vote Democrat.
I’m sorry. I just don’t get it, guys. What would be served by impeaching Trump? The Senate wouldn’t convict him, and frankly I don’t think he would much give a damn in light of what the effort did to Slick, who would be even more popular than the Magic Negro without the Hillary albatross around his neck.
In fact, speaking of manias, the flood of sexual harassment claims against powerful men is directly traceable back to HRC and other feminist enablers who defended Slick, actually condoning what he did and attacking women he’d hit on. To the feminists, a little grope or rape now and then is apparently a small price to pay for protecting a guy who’ll publicly offer lip service to women’s rights.
But right now I’m becoming obsessed with whatever’s in those styrofoam containers The Regg dragged home last night and put in the reefer. Nothin I can do about the lamestream media, OR Her Rotten Heinous, but there IS somethin I can do about the growlin in my belly.
So . . . ciao.
Ron off.
The Regg is Ron’s lovely wife of many many years.