Ron on where the Dims are now.
Started a rant yesterday but it ran away with itself, got all pedantic and didactic and hypercritical of academics and scholastics. Idea was that we canāt trust anything that comes out of D.C., and 50 years from now, people wonāt be able to trust the history books.
āCourse we canāt trust the damned things now, ācause any history is automatically biased since the winners get to write it and it never makes it to print without a buncha sensationalizing, romanticizing, and editorializing to give it pizzazz.
Dropped it into my āBSā folder to play with some rainy day and got back into the murky waters of Murkan swamp politics. One could talk all day ābout how the DNC is gonna screw Bernie, the Israel-hatin Jew, out of the nomination.
My problem with him, other than the fact that heās a frikkin loon, is that heās always jabbin that limp finger at the audience as if heās making THE most significant point in human history since the discovery of fire.
Dammit, Bernie . . . and Fauxcahontas, too . . . generally speaking, Murkans donāt particularly cotton to cranky old men or bitchy old women who flap their arms and point fingers at them and criticize their lifestyles and condemn their judgment.
And Biden, whom the Dems are likely gonna support with everything they got to keep Balmy Bernie from grabbin the brass ring . . . aside from bein brain dead, Gropey Joe is in remarkably good health for a man well past his use-by date. At least heās had fewer heart attacks than the Green Mountain Grinch.
And speakin of history . . . Biden canāt remember what state or city heās in most of the time, or even what office heās campaigning for. I canāt wait for him to tell an audience about the time he was PotUS and saved the country from a swarm of mutant radioactive giant beetles from England by boring them to sleep with slides from his trip to the Congo to save the tiger from extinction.
Oh, Bloomberg ā so easy to forget the political nebbish. His poll numbers are artificially inflated, and at this point heās basically a phantom candidate outside of NYC, an unknown quantity like a mystery guess on a guessing-game TV show, despite his mega-millions spent on saturating the airwaves with exaggerations about his accomplishments as mayor and his lies about Trump.
Mini-Mike, AND Lyin Liz, both lose a helluva lotta sleep worryin that someone somewhere is having fun, eating things that arenāt good for their health, drinking large containers of sugary drinks, watching other candidates hold rallies and give speeches, going to work and MAKing things work without some self-annointed savior tellin āem theyāre doin it all wrong.
Then of course thereās always Her Rotten Heinous, circling the Milwaukee Convention venue like a buzzard, watching the roadkill and preparing to swoop down on day 3 and snatch the whole kit ānā kaboodle for herself.
Sheesh! HRC is that suspicious blob of stuff in the warped snap-lid container with the confusing scrawl on the label in the back of the bottom shelf of the backup fridge in the garage that nobody remembers ever seeing or tasting, but someone wants to warm it up in the microwave and try it.
Bidenās basically the same stuff, but in a cleaner ZipLoc mistakenly labeled āNo Malarkeyā and sitting on the middle shelf of the main fridge in the somebody elseās kitchen, so itās probāly good, right?
I donno . . . maybe Iām just a pessimist or somethin, but I simply donāt see why we need to change whatās workin. I mean, the paradigm set up 250 years ago worked pretty well, up until the time Hillary lost the election because sheās a sodden twit so now we hafta change all the rules.
Kinda doubt that most cogent moderately educated adults want to restructure the SCotUS, cancel business ownersā right to refuse service to anyone, ban all fracking and new oil exploration, grant amnesty to uncountable millions of unregistered aliens, do away with borders, abolish the electoral college, and provide government-funded abortions on demand for whomever whenever, along with free college, free health care, and subsidized housing for ārefugees.ā
Then again, maybe Iām right and itās TIME for the decision on whether to go with Jefferson and Adams and Franklin or with Chavez and Castro and Ortega. Bernie VS Orangeman would purty much set that in concrete for a while, nāest ce-pas?
