Ron opines on debates.

Posing, pontificating, posturing, prattling, pussyfooting, prevaricating, pretending, performing, pandering . . . . .

Hey, unless one candidate loses it and punches the other one in the face, I’m not the slightest bit interested in anything politicians say on camera. In this case my mind is already set, and short of a miracle, such as the Angel Gabriel appearing on stage or Chris Wallace becoming unbiased and objective, no scenario exists in which I’d watch even short excerpts from the “debate.”

In my adult lifetime, or since about 1959, I’ve been a lotta places and seen a lotta things . . . arguments, confrontations, donnybrooks, riots, brawls, discussions, decisions, agreements, solutions, mayhem, wars, and even a coupla murders.

Had a lotta authority as a Navy person . . . director of Electronics “A” School at Great Lakes and later as Command Discipline Officer . . . Fleet OOD on a cruiser and later a large repair ship . . . managed budgets of millions of dollars and electronics repair groups of up to 150 highly trained technicians.

Been on both sides of harsh ass-chewings and made decisions involving serious matters for CinCPacFlt, Com7thFlt, ComSubPac, and other major commands, and influenced thousands of young people’s lives as their Navy division officer or as their English professor at the local university.

Now that I’m doubly retired, I really don’t miss the hassle . . . the verbal harangues, the memo warfare, the economic smoke and mirrors, the silly-ass projects, the “big” decision making.

See . . . I have this dog – an Aussie Shepherd. About 75 pounds, quite intelligent, and well-centered. He hates loud voices, aggression, contention, conflict of any kind. Gets right in the middle of it all and yells at whoever he believes is the source of the problem, or everybody if it’s not clear.

I’ve become like him in that I strongly dislike watching people having noisy disagreements. Refuse to watch interviews where the host or moderator constantly interrupts a guest answering a question or stating a position. And I simply cannot abide liars, hypocrites, flim-flammers, and bullshit artists.

Any time a TV news show airs political speeches, I change the channel or kill the sound. Can’t tolerate it. I think what bothers me most is that I know that THEY know they’re lying, saying what they believe a particular audience wants to hear at a particular time, and their stance will change to pander to the next audience. I take that as an insult to my intellect.

Trump was hired to drain the swamp, mostly because he was NOT a typical politician. But in the 4 years since he was picked for the job, he’s BECOME one. He’s still more honest than 99% of the rest of ‘em, and he HAS made good on many of his campaign promises, but he gets more obsequious and mealy mouthed every day.

This morning I’ll find clips and quotes and excerpts from last nite’s goat rope in Cleveland, and I’ll ignore just about all of ‘em as rehearsed and practiced sound bytes for one base or the other. Nobody’s mind was changed by what was said or done . . . or wasn’t said or done . . . in that hot air session.

Chances are I won’t be around long enough to see the downrange results of this genelec in terms of the economy, race, immigration, national security, and so on. Of course by mid-century, neither will the country as it was initially created, so it ain’t no big whoop to me.

A recycled joke updated to fit the times from my friend Phil.

Joe Biden walks into a bank to cash a check. As he approaches the cashier he says, “Good morning, Ma’am, could you please cash this check for me?

Cashier: “It would be my pleasure sir. Could you please show me your ID?”

Biden: “Truthfully, I did not bring my ID with me as I didn’t think there was any need to. I am Joe Biden, the former Vice President of the United States of America !!!!”

Cashier: “Yes sir, I know who you are, but with all the regulations and monitoring of the banks because of impostors and forgers and requirements of the banking legislation, etc., I must insist on seeing ID.

Biden: “Just ask anyone here at the bank who I am and they will tell you. Everybody
knows who I am.”

Cashier: “I am sorry, Mr. Biden, but these are the bank rules and I must follow them.”

Biden: “My goodness. I am urging you, please, to cash this check.”

Cashier: “Look Mr. Biden , here is an example of what we can do. One day, Tiger Woods came into the bank without ID. To prove he was Tiger Woods he pulled out his putter and made a beautiful shot across the bank into a cup. With that shot we knew him to be Tiger Woods and cashed his check.

Another time, Andre Agassi came in without ID. He pulled out his tennis racket and made a fabulous shot; the tennis ball landed in my coffee cup. With that shot we cashed his check.

So, Mr. Biden, what can you do to prove that it is you, and only you?”

Biden stands there thinking, and thinking, and finally says, “Honestly, my mind is a total blank, I have absolutely no idea what to do, I don’t have a clue.”

Cashier: “Will that be large or small bills, Mr. Biden?

I hear the debate prep for Basement Biden is not going too well. One of my spies sent me excerpts.

Biden Staffer: Mr. Vice-President, what would you do to help ease racial tensions if elected.

Basement Biden: Well, as you know, I like black people, like that clean and articulate Obama fellow and his wife Michael. And my running mate, Kameltoe Harris. I picked her over that black governor of Georgia Stacy Adams who would probaly make a good pick for the Supreme Court. Back when I was growing up I was a lifeguard at a pool that had a lot of black kids. As anyone knows, one of the first things you learn in Lifeguard School is to yell, “No running on deck!” So there I was in my lifeguard chair with the little black kids rubbing the blond hair on my legs – I did tell you that they loved to do that didn’t I? They were fascinated by the blond hair on my legs and loved to rub them. Anyway, this black dude named Cornhole was running on the deck and I yelled at him, “No running on deck!” and he flipped me off. So, I threw him out of the pool.

BS: Mr Vice President, you’re rambling.

BB: C’mon man. Let me finish you dog faced pony soldier.

BS: Yes sir.

BB: So I threw Cornhole out of the pool. Someone told me that he was waiting for me outside so I got me some chains. I confronted him outside the pool with my chains and told him he better drop the knife or I would put him in chains and he said, “Yes massa.” and after that Cornhole and I became real good friends. So that’s how I would address the racial divide. I would take some chains and would threaten to put the colored people…

BS: People of color

BB: What?

BS: Mr. Vice President you can’t call them colored people, they are people of color.

BB: What’s the difference? Colored people, people of color it means the same thing.

BS: You can’t say colored people sir.

BB: So, are you challenging me? Let’s do some pushups right now. I’ll take you outside and kick your ass!

BS: Back to the racial tensions sir

BB: Oh yeah. I would tell them to quit rioting or I would put them in chains.

BS: You can’t do that sir.

BB: Why not? It worked with Cornhole.

BS: Mrs. Biden please help me out here.

BB: I killed Obama bin Laden. Clap you assholes!

Jill Biden: Come along Joe, it’s nappy time. (Under her breath) “We are so screwed!”

From my friend Richard.

I just saw a car driven by a sheep in a swimsuit. It was a … (more…)

Yeah. This blasted out of the stereo I had in my 1966 Mustang.

I couldn’t find a guitar version of his 35th sonata so we skip to 36.

Now on harpsichord.

Another one from Len. (more…)

So many assholes, so little time.

This week I’m giving it to Gavin Newsome who is gonna try to top Jerry Brown in the ongoing destruction of Mexifornia. He just signed an executive order saying only electric cars will be sold in Mexifornia after 2035. Too bad I won’t be alive to see all of those electric low riders the Mexicans will be driving. Let’s see, a state that doesn’t have enough power to keep the lights on is gonna somehow have enough power to charge a bunch of electric cars. This is not just stupid but major league stupid.

Yep! Trump is right. The Fake News Media is the enemy of the people and we’ve just seen another example of it in the Breonna Taylor scam. Just like in the St. Trayvon of Skittles fake news and the St. Michael of Swisher Sweets fake news, the media pushed a false narrative. And why? To raise racial tensions.

Obungler set race relations back 50 years and he had the help of a complicit media.

St. Trayvon was not a choirboy. He was a thug. The only reason he was staying with his father was because his mother couldn’t handle him.

St. Michael was not “turning his life around”. He was a thug. There was no “hands up, don’t shoot”. The media ran with that and ruined a cop’s life, a cop who was defending himself against a thug. As a result. Ferguson burned.

St. George was a thug.

St. Rayshard was a thug.

Now we come to Breonna Taylor, the latest African saint.

The cops did not execute a no knock warrant. They knocked on the door and identified themselves.

Breonna Taylor’s boyfriend was a drug dealer. He initiated the shootout. The cops returned fire and Taylor was killed. Had her boyfriend not opened fire, she would be alive today. But the racial grievance mongers like Benjamin Crump riled the Africans up. I’m sure he got a nice little piece of the $12 million paid to Taylor’s family.

The Fake News Media runs with a false narrative to get the Africans up in arms. They’re hoping this will get black folks to keep voting Dimocrat. What it is really doing is getting Africans to kill white people and cops, like the guy who walked into a convenience store wearing a Justice For Breonna T-shirt and killed two white people.

The Fake News Media has blood on their hands but they don’t care. White people are bad, black people are saints.

They’re trying to foment a race war.

If this ain’t the enemy of the people, I don’t know what is.

Written before Hurricane Sally.

The Atlantic magazine now says that the Nobel Prize should be abolished because Trump was nominated for one.

Joe Biden said he hopes he can avoid getting “baited” into a “brawl” with Trump during the debates. (He’d much rather tell us about how things are going in Viet Nam and his latest Elvis sighting.)

Déjà vu all over again . . . dozens of phones used by the Mueller team in the lengthy and expensive failed coup d’etat were “mysteriously” wiped before DOJ could review them.

The Seattle crew of the Black Lies Mafia took over Trader Joe’s and justified it because of “lack of access to grocery stores.” (Really. You mean the ones you burned down?)

Pelosi has declared that the Middle East peace deals recently achieved by the Trump administration are nothing more than “distractions” from DJT’s failed leadership in the Covid pandemic.

She also has announced that the fires in California and the elevated number of hurricanes this year are a direct result of ‘Mother Earth is angry about climate change.’

The NFL (national social justice football panderers) resumed play this week, and the Houston Texans hid in their locker room while the Chiefs stood around looking stupid and fans booed the whole goat rope.

Congresscow Frederica Wilson declares Trump a “racist and a murderer.”

Lefty Merdistes at the University of Michigan have created a “Non-POC Café” for white people to congregate with their own race. (Boy . . . we’ve sure come a long way since the civil rights movements of the 60s.)

And as if we didn’t already know it, L.A. Public Health Director Barbara Ferrer stated that all K-12 school in America’s largest county will not open until after the November election (when we finally get rid of that imposter president).

Joe Biden loses his train of thought, his advisors, his teleprompter, and his tenuous grip on reality this week in a series of virtual appearances, finally dropping the bombshell that it’s Trump who wants to defund police.

Susan Rice announces there is absolutely no difference between absentee ballots and vote-by-mail.

And finally, the Atlantic magazine wants to do away with the electoral college because it might actually give Trump a second term in office.

Wow! Those are only a few of the banners I got from ONE website which presents breaking items for people to discuss. My take on it all is that the US is in deep kimchee, either next year if Biden wins or in 2024 when the pendulum will swing back automatically. I mean, President Pence? Right!! Ain’t gonna happen.

This country is already socialist, and the average guy doesn’t even know it. Nothing could be more socialist than making health-care insurance mandatory . . . or Social Security . . . or the fact that my entire income – my livelihood for the past 15 years, has been a combination of military pension (with mostly free health care), retirement from the Florida state university system, and Social Security. Basically I haven’t earned a dime or contributed a damned thing since I turned 65.

Somebody said a long time ago – either Stalin or Kruschev – that communism would eventually take over in the US, as a natural product of the slow incremental growth of socialism, and the American citizens would never realize what’s happening.

Several wise men have said that a democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government once the voters discover they can vote themselves free benefits from the public treasury, which is inarguably where we are today.

And many have said that republics such as ours, or empires if you prefer, last only around 250 years. So, using 1776 as the start date of this republic, the year 2026 would see the end of it as we knew it just a few short years ago.

I’ve been stating on this blog for at least 10 years that we would be a socialist dictatorship within 30 years. That would be by 2040. I thought Obungler has accelerated it and Crooked Cankles would be the nail in the coffin. Now Trump has prevented that but the Dimocrats have now sanctioned violence. I believe the Republic is on its last legs. The rat bastard commies have brainwashed two generations in the schools. We’re doomed! Fortunately, I don’t think I’ll be around to see it. I did get to see the country at its zenith. – GOC

Now, I’ve checked with the ultimate repository of all scientific knowledge, WokePedia, and discovered The Votdratic Equation — E=mc² . . . where E is electoral votes, m is manipulation of ballots, and c is corruption squared (also known as Hillary’s constant).

A corollary in proof of that is the Achilles Qumbak — a cleverly constructed but completely false factoid from an anonymous snowflake aimed at the weakest spot in a FaceBook argument, sometimes known as the “Time Wounds All Heals” ploy.

Ehh, what da hell . . . I got a fresh cuppa and an ensaimada that needs warmin and eatin. Already finished 4 loads of laundry this mornin, and workin on the bed stuff now. Oughta be finished with it all and get the bed back together before 1100, when I can polish off some sal’sbury steaks, and then a nap.

Next three days gonna be a total washout, literally and figuratively. That slow-movin damned storm will rake along the Guff Coast for one day, flood Nawlins and Guffport, then do a column right and come back my way with somewhere between 5 and 8 inches of unnecessary precip, then wander thru Bama and Jawja on its way to th’ Carolines.

I really, REALLY don’t need ‘nuther flood.

Fortunately, the flood didn’t reach his house this time. – GOC