Bernie Sanders: Voice of Reason?

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I feel like Karl Kolchak trying to convince his editor that vampires and bayou monsters are infesting Chicago. I mean, I’m about to tell you Bernie Sanders has emerged as the voice of reason on Capitol Hill. Compared to that, demons in a housing development seems rather easier to believe in.

It’s true, though. Democrats have introduced legislation to pack the Supreme Court, adding four more Far Left judges so they can get the rulings that they want; and Bernie Sanders has pleaded with them not to do it (https://www.dailywire.com/news/breaking-democrats-introducing-legislation-to-pack-supreme-court-with-4-new-justices-report-says).

‘Cause if they do, he warns, the next time Republicans are in power, they’ll do the same thing; and by and by we’ll wind up with 857 Supreme Court justices and no public confidence left in any of its decisions. It would also take years and years of wrangling to reach a decision on anything, but let that pass for now.

C’mon, Bernie! What could go wrong? The special House commission will be led by Jerry “Shoulda Worn a Diaper” Nadler and Hank “The island of Guam might capsize if we put any more Marines on it” Johnson–the best and the brightest among House Democrats. How can this not be a brilliant idea?

Bernie’s not the only Dem trying to keep the car from going off the cliff. Justice Stephen Breyer. Harry Reid. Ruth Bader Ginsburg, just before she died.

When Franklin Roosevelt tried to pack the court, House Democrats turned against him and he couldn’t do it. But today’s blind folly seems to be arising from the House itself, with encouragement from the scarecrow in the White House.

And why bother to pack the court at all, when the justices are already so afraid of riots that they won’t even look at the 2020 election?

This Helmet Will Give You 3 Wishes!

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I saw this guy walking around in Keyport today. He leaned over the bulkhead and fell into the bay, but I was able to retrieve his helmet. As he climbed out of the water, shaking himself vigorously, he offered me $20 to give him back the helmet. I was going to give it back anyway. When I held it out to him, he snatched it away.

Only then did I remember where I’d seen that helmet before! It was in a Kolchak: The Night Stalker episode. If you wore it, it gave you three wishes–and then turned you into a monster.

“I’ve still got one wish left!” he snarled at me. “But as long as I’ve got the helmet and haven’t made the third wish, I won’t get turned into a monster.”

“What were your first two wishes?” I couldn’t help asking.

“First I wished to be handsome,” he said, “and then I wished to be smart. That’s two wishes!”

“Any idea when they’ll be granted?”

Well, that riled him. “What a rotten thing to say!” he cried. “I wish you’d just leave me alone!”

Uh-oh.

I suddenly found myself at home, leaving this man alone. Obviously his final wish was granted.

Poor devil!

Another Tough Assigment

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I’m currently reading a Young Adults novel so I can review it for Chalcedon. I’m about halfway through it, and it has begun to give me a kind of creepy feeling, sort of like the feeling you get when the Crawling Eye is stalking you. Because I’m not yet finished reading it, and Chalcedon has first dibs on the review, I will follow my custom of using pseudonyms for both the book and the author. For the time being, it shall be known as Deeply Neurotic People with Feminism Thrown In, by Hortense Portense.

I liked it at first: crisply written, cleverly arranged, with a first-person teenage girl protagonist whose narrative voice somehow reminded me of Karl Kolchak: if you can imagine Darren McGavin’s Night Stalker as a 17-year-old girl, which I hope doesn’t give you the heeby-jeebies.

I am sorry to say the story is turning toxic awfully fast. And it’s pitched to young readers, most of whom have not yet lived long enough to acquire sharp critical faculties and are thus in danger of having something not so nice slipped under their door. So my review will have to be a warning light to parents, a role that’s not quite my cup of tea. I would’ve truly hated it, to have my folks vet the books I was reading when I was 15: but in those days there wasn’t stuff like this for them to worry about. My mother liked to read some of my Edgar Rice Burroughs books when I was through with them; and I would read some of the historical novels she had.

There are books out there that aren’t good for us, and I’m afraid this is one of them.