When you go grocery shopping, he says, go up to people you don’t know and urge them to ignore those inflationary prices and vote for him and Kacklin’ Kamala. He wants you to back them up against the shelves and have “hard conversations” with them.
We went grocery shopping this morning. I don’t know how I would have reacted if some stranger tried to corner me so he or she could stump for Kamala. I like to think I would have just stared at him until he went away. Failing that, I think I might opt for a raspberry.
“Politicize everything” has long been a Democrat pillar of wisdom. Gee, how could it not work?
You’ll be sorry, America! And don’t say we didn’t warn you.
Kacklin’ Kamala tonight is supposed to make a speech accepting her presidential nomination; and the scuttlebutt is, she’s been given VERY stern warnings not to laugh at inappropriate moments.
Yes–some genius figured it out: “This will be our theme–the Politics of Joy! Vote for us because we’re laughin’! Those Republicans, they’re just weird. We’re the sane ones!” [Dissolve into maniacal laughter.]
So what are they laughing at? What do they think is so damned funny?
Guaranteed it will not seem funny when they do it to us!
Visit supermarket: that’s done. Now it’s after 1:00.
I don’t particularly feel like writing politics today, but it’s distressing to see “Harris for President” lawn signs in my neighborhood. Have they never heard her talk? Have they never heard her cackle? She was yukking it up at a funeral a few days ago. Can they make sense out of anything she says?
It’s a fact that millions of Americans are going to vote for this babbling dindle. This is a mental landscape I care not to explore. You might not come out alive.
That she could even be imagined as president of anything is cause for serious concern.
Take that, peasants! We will choose your president!
The Democrat Party is supposed to be “democratic”–right? Well, that’s a laugh.
The Internet is buzzing with unconfirmed reports that Joe Biden (worst president ever?) was pressured to abandon his bid for re-election by two private individuals who used to be someone: former President Barack Obama (“Batteries Not Included”) and former Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi (https://nypost.com/2024/07/18/us-news/obama-pressuring-biden-to-reconsider-2024-run-report/). The key word here is “former.”
Supposedly they were going to invoke the 25th Amendment to remove him on grounds of mental incapacity.
Time out! Who are these people? What offices do they currently hold? (Hint: none.) Where do they get off, telling the president not to run and spraying a big wet raspberry at the voters? What kind of “democracy” is that?
So they and a gang of other party bigwigs forced SloJo out and anointed Kacklin’ Kamala Harris to replace Biden at the top of the ticket. Primary elections? Who needs a primary election? Here’s your candidate, peasants! We have chosen her. You haven’t. Just shut up and vote the party line.
Did we suddenly wake up in Venezuela? Did we somehow elect Obama “President for Life”? And who, may we ask, is pulling his strings?
There’s never been a better time in history for America’s enemies to run wild.
And if you think the Democrat Party cares about that… you’re wrong.
I think Donald Trump has learned his lesson: no more Mr. Nice Guy.
Check out this ad that has Democrats levitating from their beds and their heads doing a 360.
This ad was patterned on a classic Paul Harvey radio essay, “If I was the Devil.” That piece, by the way, is still worth hearing. Maybe I’ll track it down and post it.
Pardon the political aside. I confess this question fascinates me.
Republicans on Capitol Hill are dithering, hemming, and hawing about which corrupt Biden puppet they should impeach first, or impeach at all, or whether they should go after SloJo himself. At the rate they’re going, everyone will die before they reach a decision.
It has been proposed to leave SloJo alone, don’t impeach him–leave the Democrats holding that stinking, rotting bag. Oh, go after Garland, Mayorkas, and some of the other stooges. But leave SloJo twisting in the wind. Especially since the Democrat Senate will never, never, never vote him out of office. He could’ve flown a Zero at Pearl Harbor and they still wouldn’t oust him.
Napoleon said, “Never interrupt your enemy when he is taking a mistake.” It looks to me like the Democrats will be making a mistake no matter what they do.
If they throw Biden under the bus, a lot of very corrupt and unpleasant people will go down with him, and they’ll crave revenge. This could cripple The Party, maybe even split it. Can you give me hallelujah?
But if they keep him on the ticket at all costs, that could be just as bad. He would have to overcome his obvious physical and mental deterioration, a myriad of corruption scandals, the whole “My son Hunter!” thing, inflation, censorship, Afghanistan… Face it, Dems: his term in office has not been a success.
True, the nooze media will do everything in their power to saddle us with this zombie for another four years. The Dems themselves have black belts in election fraud.
But they are scared. You can taste it in the wind.
It seems far away, but the 2024 presidential election will be on us before you know it–and we must not allow the government to abuse us as they did in 2020. We must never, never, never forget!
You know they’re already looking for some way to interfere with this election, bring back mail-in voting, hey, look at that, Democrats win! What’ll it be this time, you commie stinkards? Another pandemic? Climbit Change? Or some cute trick you haven’t tried yet.
We let them lock us down last time because we were afraid, they made us think we were all gonna die if we didn’t obey.
When government loses all its fear of the people, that’s when it feels free to indulge itself in tyranny.
Hillary Clinton has demanded a Congressional investigation of the 2024 presidential election.
“The Republicans have stolen it!” she asserted. “They stole it from me in 2016, when it was My turn! And they stole it again in 2024!
“Well, I’m gonna have my turn! The only remedy is to overturn the 2024 election now, I mean right now, declare this year to be 2024, and install me in the White House as president. Nobody cares what year it really is, anyway! And isn’t there, like, some prophecy of me being declared president because it’s My turn? I’m sure there is!”
(The only one I can think of is This is the POTUS/ who fatally smote us. But I thought that was Biden.)
Asked, “What about the rest of President Biden’s term?”, Mrs. Clinton replied, “He can come back in after I’ve had My turn. We’ll just change the years around some more.”
In Jesus’ time no nation had the right to change its government. You lived as best you could with what was imposed on you by brute force. You’d better believe His kingdom was not of this world. This one’s just a mess. He came to sort it out. In the meantime… ugh.
If elections are made corrupt and meaningless, we’ll be going back to that.
My friend–who does not wish to be identified, so I’ll call him Roscoe–can see the future by concentrating deeply and peering into a jar of Miracle Whip. “Don’t tell anyone my real name,” he says. “Otherwise someone’ll try this at home and wind up in the emergency room, and then they’ll sue me.” Hint: you have to open the jar.
I fear for the future of my country, so yesterday I consulted Roscoe and he did his thing–really, I don’t know how he finds the strength and courage. In a few minutes, he was observing the 2024 presidential election.
At first it was just brief messages. “Vote for me! I have the most tattoos!” “Vote for me! I can eat a Tide pod and not get sick!” “Vote for me! I can’t be deported if I’m president!” And then Beto Somebody saying, “We learned your language by monitoring your TV and radio transmissions.”
“I see a crowd covering the state of Rhode Island,” Roscoe begins to chant hypnotically. “No, wait–it’s not a crowd, it’s all the Democrat candidates. Sure are a lot of ’em!”
He sees campaign promises. Free college for all. Guaranteed minimum universal basic income of $15 per hour for every hour you remain alive. Double that if you vote Democrat more than once in each election. Public offices awarded to all Women Of Color, complete with pension. Free housing for all. Free food at your city’s finest restaurant. “There’s a Kamala Something out there who wants everybody to be registered as another gender, in case they want to change. Free gender reassignment for every person in America!” Roscoe shudders. “I think she means it!”
Now, he says, “The Miracle Whip’s getting all murky, I can’t make out the pictures. I’m afraid that’s it for today.”
“But wait, you can’t stop there! You’ve got to tell me who wins the election!”
But he only shakes his head and mutters, “There are some things it’s better not to know.”
