Iowa Democratic Party Doing “Quality Control”

…translates to:

HOLY SHIT, that asshole WON?! Hold the phone, we’re COOKIN’ THE BOOKS!”

You KNOW it does.

UPDATE:

UPDATE REDUX:

AY YI YI. No results until Wednesday morning at the earliest, AND Bernie’s camp just released THIS:

According to their internal figures for 40% of polling stations, Joe Biden was getting his clocked cleaned. Now, this is hardly a snapshot of the rest of the state, but it does cause one to rub one’s chin and “Hmmm….” As for Bernie, dropping this bomb after all the other candidates’ premature victory speeches, and on top of the total disaster that is the Iowa Caucuses is a declaration.

Out With a BANG

Nary a whimper.

Those were only coming from the EU haute monde who’d just had their assets handed to them.

I’m Dead

Oh, MAN, this is bust a GUT.

“We Screw the GOOD Guys” Democratic Campaign Slogan

Something happened with an engaged voter and Elizabeth Fauxcahontus Warren today that really got me thinking. Watch this exchange. You may well recognize yourself yelling at the TV in this fellow’s earnest arguments:

As I said in the tweet, she has NO ANSWER for the man. She is completely flustered – speechless at what is a logical and heartfelt series of questions, with examples within his experience to bolster his argument. There is absolutely nothing about his demeanor that’s frightening nor threatening (he maintains a respectful distance as well), but he is most assertive making his final point:

We did the right thing, and we get screwed.

Warren flutters her hands, and he stalks off in disgust. (Probably how you march out to the kitchen or change the channel.) And, yeah. That’s how the plan works.

And it got me thinking, “Wait a dang minute. That’s how ALL of the Democratic plans work, every last candidate, every last plan, about every last thing they opine on. The folks doing the right thing get screwed.

It’s should be the new Democratic Party’s national campaign slogan.

Remember your healthcare? That stuff you used to pay a pricey bit for, that Democrats “fixed” in the dead of night with a stealth maneuver? What are you PAYING now, “paying” being the operative word, because All THESE Democrats want to screw the lot of you PAYING/doing the right thing customers…

“All these,” of course, means every last swinging you-know-what one of them. That’s in addition to the terrific Medicare for All proposals that will sink everyone.

I’m sure we are in complete agreement that the butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-their-mouths protestations of “We don’t want your guns!” is horse poopy of the highest order. From Beto, to Eric Fartswell, to Colorado Democrats, to Gov Coonman and his merry bunch of Virginia bandits – they are ALL COMING FOR YOUR GUNS.

Your legal guns, from you, America’s hundreds of MILLIONS of law abiding, gun owning, non-mass murdering citizens. Democrats are happily screwing the “doing the right thing” crowd.

And they are making no bones about it.

Everything is “hate speech,” “misogynist,” or “racist” if you disagree. Easy to shut down legitimate dissension when you resort to shrieking, insult, and innuendo. Go after someone’s job or kids if you have to get them to shut-up. SCREW THAT GUY!! Even if it’s the wrong guy.

What kind of disgusting patriarchal ass complains when a crazy homeless person takes a dump in the aisle of his family store, or pees on the sidewalk in front of the five year old waiting for the bus? YOU DIDN’T PAY FOR THAT SIDEWALK!! DON’T YOU CARE ABOUT THE MENTALLY CHALLENGED?!?!

What’s a little Black Plague between friends?

SCREW YOU, taxpayer.

Remember when you voted and, if the guy you liked got enough votes, and took enough states for the Electoral College to tip his way, the idea was that that person WON? Remember? Good times, good times.

Not that Democrats aren’t padding the system as best they can.

As of March 30, 2018, in California, about 1,001,000 immigrants have obtained driver’s licenses. I’m sure NONE of them vote, right? None of the new New York state illegal driving public will vote, either. winkwinknodnodsaynomoresaynomore Vote by mail is big in red states. Wonder why. I’ll bet every single one of those is legit as legit can be.

But it’s not enough for Democrats, coming in sideways to take the ballot box. Oh, hell, no.

Adam Schiff declared yesterday that he is coming for your election.

Yurp. Everything you’ve done right, from be 18 years old, and hold a valid ID as a law abiding citizen of this country, that goggle eyed bastard says counts for naught. Because ORANGE MAN BAD.

That such a sentiment could even be spoken by a member of either party of Congress, less mind in what is supposed to be the highest, most serious undertaking of those formerly august bodies is the symbol of how deranged they all are, how little the Constitution means to any of them, and how little the rights of their fellow Americans count when standing in the way of their power grab.

The Democrats are ALL running on screwing you out of your money, your right to speak your mind, your guns, and your freedom. There is not a single facet of American, truly AMERICAN life, that isn’t under siege right now, and they are boldly going forth with their claws out to snatch away what they can. They only thing standing between freedom as we know it and the domination of a tyrannical, unstable ideology is our raised voices, those guns, and those precious votes.

Screw them.

When a Second Amendment Rally Attended by Tens of Thousands Goes HORRIBLY…

right.

A story in pictures…

!!!

In Presidential Contention News: Fauxcahontus

…has seemingly self eliminated, no?

Survey says: YES.

Lemme count the ways…

A Musical Dedication

…based on current events and breaking news.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BINGLEY!!

Another year gone, and more wisdom gained.

You are our inspiration, our intellectual leader, and our idol.

Never change.

“Did You Get Your Pen?”

*giggle giggle smirk*

What a frickin’ disgrace.

And If They Should

…run out of cake?

 I’ll have the chicken then, please.

NOBODY Touches the Toys

NO. BODY.

The Claws Are Starting to Come Out

…but it will never be a frontal attack with these people.

And it begs the question whether the Sanders folks were just slow off the mark getting the shivs ready, and Fauxcahontas beat them to a leak.

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I’m DYING here…

Perhaps Sean King should just sit this one out…

Some Days

I had one of those days today. Started out with a couple vague objectives in mind – get the scruffy Scottie to the groomer, look for some ancient replacement Revere Ware at the local junk stores, drop a crying shame load of shoes, etc, off at the Waterfront Mission (check there for the pots, too). Wait for major dad to get home,so we could take a load of not-so-loved hardcovers to the local used bookstore. That kind of day.

Well, drop the shaggy dog off, check. Wandered up to an “antique” mall on Mobile Highway, and found a few treasures, including a cool kitteh for the Japanese Maple. (Doesn’t YOURS have one? What a pity.) Hit the donation drive through at the Mission, AND wandered through the store. What has become of 1950’s Revere Ware? A year ago I could name my pot, and VOILA! $7! Now, I can’t find the damn things! WHO. ARE. YOU. PEOPLE TAKING MY STUFF?!?!?!

Headed home, and unloaded my treasures, with major dad – back from the gym – making all the appropriate noises of approval.

Grabbed the 15 pound sack of hard covers, and off we went.

Now, I’ve sent him and Ebola over the years with boxes and bags full of books, but, sad to say, I’ve never actually even gotten as far as the parking lot, less mind INSIDE the store. Today, however, I was on a mission. I’ve got almost a complete set of Hornblowers, but damn if one volume from one publisher isn’t becoming a massive pain in the derriere getting ahold of. I figured I might just find it.

What a wonderous store. Lo and behold, my sack o’ offerings got me FIFTEEN DOLLARS AND CHANGE in credit! YOWSAHS!

And didn’t the lady-in-the-know drag me straight to the “Sea Stories” section. Well, hello. There WAS Lord Hornblower, but. Wrong publisher. Waah. Waah.

Never one to let a good chunk of change go to waste, I thought I’d check for one book I’d almost bought at another antique store, and check for work from yet another author, since I’d decided it’s time to burnish my “Southern” reading credentials. There she was – a paperback edition of “Cross Creek” by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. Okay, and…here’s a hardcover Eudora Welty! Only one, and that’s okay, because that’s all I need to get reading. I snatch it off the shelf, too. After making sure major dad hadn’t seen anything he simply must have (I AM willing to share my bounty, contrary to SOME opinions.), I trot up front happier than a clam, and am still – after settling accounts – $12.06 to the upside (They found another book for credit in the bottom of my bag as I was checking out – CHA CHING). #score

Get home, clean the dirt off the terra cotta cat…

…wonder why the Scottie wasn’t done at the groomers yet, and start to gently work the price stickers off the books. I don’t care if I paid $2 or $200 for a book, I don’t want ANY sticker, nor any sticker GOO, on my covers. GRRRR.

They cleaned up real good.

Then I opened the Welty.

And about dropped the damn thing.

Picked it up, and about dropped it again.

Then did a little Googling out of curiosity’s sake, to see if…well…yup.

That was her.

So a first edition, with a lovely personal note from the author. For, basically…free.

major dad thinks in terms of dollars and cents on this one, but, spook that I am, I see a sign.

A “You get writing, girl” kinda sign. Wouldn’t you say?

Messages from beyond. That’s pretty Southern, no?

I’m all about the signs.

What Kids SHOULD Be Doing

And I salute their parents.

I Hate Pajama Boys

Hateses them.

UPDATE: I see that the original poster has chosen to finally delete his tweet, after taking what could generously be described as a brutal pounding. Let me set the scene for you:

A video of the moving walkway at Atlanta airport. As travelers – including the poster – use the center conveyor, the sides are flanked with hundreds of American SOLDIERS, probably members of the 82d, awaiting transport to the latest flare-up in the always peaceful Middle East. Some are walking along the glass railing adjacent to the autowalk, but most are just patiently standing in line. A LONG line along the terminal walls.

The poster’s written comment on HIS video?

This is terrifying.

The tweet below was my answer.

After deleting his despicable commentary on America’s blood and treasure, “Danny Ocean” settled for this:

I assume we are all meant to worship at the altar of his profoundness.

UPDATE PART DEUX: Well, lookee here what I found when I opened the laptop. A “terrifying” moment in time, frozen for all eternity.

You be the judge…

I HATE these POS.

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And I hope you all don’t mind my dropping the tweets in here. It’s a prelude to being about to post on a regular basis like I used to years ago, as I am now a member of the great unwashed and unemployed, which is VERY MUCH to my liking.

Here’s fair warning…gird yer loins.

They Didn’t Really Need a Whole Plane

Could have just sent a Fedex cooler.

I LOVE the Sound of Exploding Lefty Heads

…in the morning.

Sounds like…oh, I dunno…

VICTORY!

The Savior of South Bend

…opines.

Good Guy With a Gun

Who also had tremendous presence of mind and marksmanship skills.

God bless him. As well as the other folks carrying, who come up shortly thereafter, providing additional security. No one is wigging out. No one is rushing, everyone is looking to the situation.

Our deepest sympathies to the victim, who merely answered a question before being murdered.

Bad guys will find a way, regardless. Good guys need to be there, ready to answer evil.

They always will be – if they are allowed to.

Merry Christmas

The Nativity” by Giotto, 1305

– part of the magnificent Scrovegni Chapel frescoes, in Padua, Italy. I had to try to get a shot of Mary’s beautiful face before I left the chapel that night. I have Ebola, and especially his wonderful lady, to thank for that magical experience.

A medieval chapel, at night, with colors that defy description in spite of the gloom, and ethereal figures on every surface. I was the first person of the tour group in, thanks to her. Had it to myself for a few precious moments.

And I kept being drawn back to Mary’s face, looking at her baby boy.

Merry Christmas, my darlings. May you all be healthy, and happy.

God bless you, every one.

UPDATE: Via aelfheld in the comments, and we thank him.

O Holy Night

Où l’Homme Dieu descendit jusqu’à nous
Pour effacer la tache originelle
Et de Son Père arrêter le courroux.
Le monde entier tressaille d’espérance
En cette nuit qui lui donne un Sauveur.


Peuple à genoux, attends ta délivrance.
Noël, Noël, voici le Rédempteur,
Noël, Noël, voici le Rédempteur!

May the blessings and love of our Lord fill you and yours with hope this Christmas time.

Peace, true Peace from our home to yours, Dear Friends.

If You Actually Read The Report

You see what it really says, as opposed to what Our Betters assuredd us it would say

The Heart of a Lion

He was so excited about being a pilot,” his mother told me.

The pictures on her phone, one after another, scrolled slowly as she savored them. Held her finger over his face, rubbed his shoulder in the frame. Here he was last weekend, just glowing with happiness, playing with the little ones during a visit. Here he was with his dad – ALL the men in this family are big guys, happy guys. There’s the pictures at his Naval Academy graduation, him and his father, both so proud, with an arm around each other. She has his official Annapolis portrait, too.

 Joshua Kaleb Watson

He was shot five times, they told us.” Oh, dear. God.

To hear a mother say that. I had my arm around her, like moms do to other moms – especially service moms, when they are speaking the unspeakable and unthinkable about their babies.

They said he climbed over the partition and charged the shooter. Went crazy on him. And then still managed to get outside to the first responders. Tell them what he looked like, who was doing the shooting.

“Oh, ” I said. “Oh, he had the heart of a lion!”

Oh, yes. He did.

Joshua would succumb to those bullet wounds shortly thereafter at Baptist Hospital.

I would meet his parents and two brothers the next day, as they tried to find a short order funeral suit for the eldest one. They are lovely people, rightfully proud of their hero, and devastated at his loss.

This couple has raised some awesome young men. Somehow, some way, they are handling this horrific, unfathomable event with such dignity and grace, you sense where the tremendous power of determination to charge an armed terrorist sprang from.

I held Joshua’s mom tight before she left, and told her, “I want you to know, please know, we are ALL with you in this. Every one of us has you all, and your son in our hearts. Thank you for your boy.”

Their magnificent lion of a son.

God bless you, brave boy.

Thank you.

Oh Joe Joe Joe

Not sure this was *quite* the phrase you wanted

“No man has a right to raise a hand to a woman in anger, other than self-defense and that rarely ever occurs,” he said. “So we have to just change the culture. Period.”
Then he maybe took it too far, adding, “And keep punching at it and punching at it and punching at it,” making matching punching motions with his fist.

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