We Will Not Move On

 No, Lindsey Graham, we will not move on.

If someone stole your checkbook, Lindsey Graham, would you let them take over your bank account? Because that’s what you’re asking us to do. Just accept it. In fact, go ahead and put some more money into that stolen account.

Is that what you would do?

Apparently so. You even make excuses. “Oh, there was no election fraud! It’s all been disproved.” I gotta wonder, Lindsey Graham, to what disprovals you refer because not one single court has reviewed one single item of evidence. You’re either making it up or taking the assurances of thieves: “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll leave you enough to live on. Besides, there’s nothing you can do so move on.”

Actually, Lindsey Graham, you should move on. You, and the entire GOP sellout backstabbing Quisling party, so happy you’re back in a position where you can throw up your hands and say, “Sorry, we’re as mad as you are but we can’t do anything about it.” The thief stole the bank account, doncha know. Harumph and harumph and gotta save our phony baloney jobs.

But I’ll tell you what, Lindsey Graham, if you can prove to me that the election was fair and correct, then I’ll back you guys. Get a grand jury and lawyers and witnesses and evidence together and lay it all out; prove to me all the things I saw on election day were just my lying eyes.

Otherwise, Lindsey Graham, you’ve got 80 million Republican voters who witnessed a Soviet style coup, and witnessed you making excuses for it. 80 million people who no longer believe their votes count, that the Republican party no longer has their backs, and that they have no redress in the courts or Congress.

What will 80 million people convinced they have no recourse do?

Joe Biden is not the President

Joe Biden is not the President. Donald Trump is. What?!? But, but, electoral certification by Congress…!

If someone steals your checkbook, do they now own your bank account? And let’s be clear; the election was stolen. STOLE. EN. This was a coup, engineered by the Democrats. A coup. Soviet style. 

All the people now screaming “conspiracy theory!” and “There’s no evidence!” must have served on the OJ jury. Even a cursory glance at the evidence is enough for a sane person to go, “Wait a minute, how’s that possible?” Democrats, though, are not sane.

My favorite bit of evidence is statistical: Joe Biden won 212 counties less than Obama did in 2012, and with 20 million more votes. So, you expect me to believe that, over an 8 year period, 60 million people crammed themselves into 212 fewer counties than they lived in during 2012, and brought 20 million more people with them? Did the losing counties notice the depopulation? Did the gaining counties notice the flood? Now we know where all those Mexican caravans went.

Maybe the gaining counties should have built walls.

Then there is the direct evidence: trunkloads of ballots pulled out from under tables and repeatedly run through Dominion machines, live and in color; people showing up to vote and finding they’ve already voted; truckloads of ballots shipped from one state to another; Italian IT people admitting they changed ballots to Biden and sent them to Frankfurt.

Oh, say the Democrats, that’s nothing. And besides, it wasn’t enough to overturn the results. 

I beg to differ. It was a massive overturning of the true results, putting a Potemkin candidate into office with the most blatant and egregious election fraud since Maduro won Venezuela. Stalin would be proud of today’s Democrat party. 

Saying it was just a little fraud here and there is like saying it’s just a little bank robbery here and there. Nothing to worry about. No need to lock the bank doors or put in cameras or declare bank robbery a crime. Just leave the bank robbers alone. Which is what the Dems are doing. 

You have witnessed a successful Soviet overthrow of the United States, by the fifth columnist Dems who stand behind their Quisling.

And they wonder why we’re mad.

Overdue Indictments

Hilary Clinton: Involuntary Manslaughter, for her demand that the US relationship with Libya be "normalized," and then telling Ambassador Stephens to shut up already, you don't need any extra security, I just declared everything normal over there. Conspiracy to Commit Perjury, Providing False Statements, too, for that video, which doesn't make any difference, doncha know.

Eric Holder: Fraud and Diversion of Government Property, for Fast and Furious. Conspiracy to Commit Murder, for Fast and Furious. Malfeasance, for just about everything else he's done.

Leon Panetta: As a former Secretary of Defense, activate him in the military and then bring UCMJ charges of Dereliction of Duty and Conduct Unbecoming, for leaving Americans to die in battle without rendering aid. Then back to the civilian courts for False Statement about that video crap.

James Clapper: for being Stupid on Station. And Perjury.

Susan Rice: Conspiracy to Commit Perjury.

And, last but not least:

President Barack Obama: Managing a Criminal Enterprise.

When His Lips Move

I did not watch Obama on Leno last night. I don't watch any event where he's speaking, not even the State of the Union. I catch the highlights later on some news show or another. Why? Because everything the man says is either (a) a lie or (b) uses words in a way never intended.

Let's take that big speech at the National Defense University, where he said wars end and the war on terror is now over. This week, he closes 19 embassies because those on-the-run Al Qaeda guys we no longer have to worry about are going to launch attacks.

On Leno, he said he we don't need "a huge government." Wow! Yes! Right on, Mr. President! But, see, his definition of a smaller government is one without a Congress, a Supreme Court, a Bill of Rights or anything that could possibly oppose His Majesty. He would keep the military, but he'd rename it the Stazi.  

Ignore his words. Pay attention to what he does, like the unilateral-and-illegal suspension of the employer mandate. He has threatened to veto a Congressional measure codifying the very same thing. You know what that means: he's going to enforce the mandate, despite what he said. When businesses go, "Hey! What's this? The IRS is making me pay!", he'll say they're mistaken, and then audit them.

Everything, every word the guy utters, is a lie. Except once, when he said he will fundamentally change the US.

That was dead-on accurate.

It's Just Stuff

"Zimmerman should never have gotten out of his car."

 

I keep hearing this, day after day, from people outraged by the Zimmerman verdict. If he had just stayed inside his car like the police told him to (yeah, I know, they never did say that. Indeed, they asked him what Trayvon Martin was doing, which Zimmerman could only find out by getting out of his car and following him) and didn't have his gun in hand (yeah, I know, that never happened, either) and wasn't racially profiling Trayvon (seems more like he was criminally profiling, not racially) then Trayvon would be alive today, able to teach his brother how to fight, finally get that Glock he's got his eye on, and help the local economy by smoking even more marijuana.

Not get out of his car? What?

Used to be, your castle, your neighborhood was inviolate, as was your person and the persons around you; criminals were scum, the police served the lawful, the courts threw the book and everybody was an actual individual responsible for their behavior. Then Marx and Heidegger and Sarte and all the rest of them started all that giggly stuff about no truth and no God and no responsibility and it was all fun, you know, we can be hippies and smoke dope and free love and don't judge me, you square, you fascist. From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.

And now.

We are to cower inside some kind of fortified location whenever some misunderstood victim of the white patrimony displays his righteous anger by entering our property and liberating crass commercial products we bought with money illegally obtained by the exploitation of the proletariat. We are to place a call to the designated authorities, who will dispatch a properly trained and licensed official to detain the heroic member of the working classes while we wait and do nothing in the interim because, well, you have insurance, and life is too precious for you or the heroic representative of the oppressed underclass to become injured or gasp! be killed over something as unimportant as your stereo you're still trying to pay off and the diamonds you inherited from a great-grandmother. And if the police are delayed and the guy gets away with everything you own, well. It's just stuff. Get over it.

And should you, through your own inability to understand the subtleties and nuances of the rich cultures that give our country so much flavor and diversity, find yourself being pummeled into Jello by a righteously angry member of one of those said cultures (which have flourished despite your white patrimonic oppression), then you must gauge at what point the beating has changed from nothing more than a cultural expression ("whoop-ass") to an actual life-threatening event. But because your white racist thinking makes you incapable of judging that on your own, just endure it. You can later sue the poor misunderstood heroic member of the underclass, or your widow can.

Just stay in your car. Oppressor.

 

It Matters Now

Race, I mean. It didn't used to, at least, not to me. I grew up an Army brat, and practically every place I lived was a mini-UN, with whites and blacks and Asians and Latinos and some categories you never heard of running around. We all played with each other, we all hung out together. My Dad was a true-blue racist, as was my Mom on occasion, but it didn't take. While he railed against blacks and Chinese (in significantly egregious terms), I was with them down the street. All the things he said about them just wasn't my, or most of my peers, experience. Seemed to be generational: our Depression-era World War 2 veteran type parents were a lot of racists, while most of us, their kids, weren't. Familiarity breeds nonchalance.

But now?

I don't know the point in time where it changed, but I'm guessing the OJ Simpson trial. I mean, in the face of overwhelming evidence, he's acquitted? Because of non-specific racism against blacks at some point in history, and because no one likes the LAPD? Oh, c'mon!

Oh. C'mon.

Because if there is one thing that shows whites and blacks are universes apart in their understandings and concepts, it's that trial. I was utterly baffled by the verdict, but a black guy I knew, wasn't. He exulted. And I looked at him, speechless; two people were butchered, and it simply didn't matter, because some black guy was a slave 150 years before. Nicole Simpson died for our sins.

And since then: Hurricane Katrina, the Duke Lacrosse team, the Philadelphia Black Panthers, the Cambridge police acting stupidly (at least, according to the post-racial President), Don Imus...and now this Zimmerman trial.

I am baffled, again, by some of the things I've heard from blacks on the radio and TV: Zimmerman shouldn't have gotten out of his car, he shouldn't have followed, he just should have taken the beating...

What. The. Hell?

And there's no need to go into it, seek an explanation, understand it, because the problem is obvious: whites and blacks are universes apart. We don't even speak the same language. We are two distinct alien species with absolutely nothing in common. And I guess it's always been that way, regardless of my experiences when growing up.

That's sad. Really, really sad. 

The second time around

Dear President Hopeychange,

Man, rough week. I mean, I can see why you went to Berlin. If a couple hundred thousand former Nazi's showed up and cheered you like they did last time, then you'd know you were on the right track. But, 4500? By invite? You know, if the Germans aren't on your side anymore, then maybe you really ought to check your premises.

Because yours are so, reflexively, 80's. First, nuclear disarmament. Really? Really? What did you think was going to happen, a sudden "NoNukes" demonstration with hundreds of thousands of studenten wearing death's heads and carrying mock-ups of cruise missiles, hanging effigies of Reagan? You do realize all those people are now well in their fifties and, while they may recall those halcyon days with much fondness (as do most of us when regarding our hippie dope-smoking days), they're now pretty grateful for all that Outspend-the-Sovs stuff. It means they are still speaking German, not Russian. All of Germany is now speaking German, come to think of it.

And then, climate change? Oh, get real, will you? Only the craziest of the extreme left greenie kill-all-the-people-and-save-Mother-Earth freaks believe that anymore. You know, Al Gore, Van Jones. Your other nutty friends. So stop it.

But you can't help it, can you? All those discarded 80's tropes are all you've got. I know, during those dope addled days, abandoned by Mom and Dad and your horribly white grandmother while Frank Marshall Davis gushed about the vanguard of the proletariat, you imprinted all that crap, sort of like a baby duck. Now, your basic thoughts are a series of bumper stickers: Visualize World Peace, You Cannot Hug Children with Nuclear Arms, Save the Planet. Just about every thing you say has one, or all, of those as origin. And, in tough times like this, when you are, belatedly, discovering that all that Marxist cant which brought such a shine to your eyes and sense of missionary purpose to your shredded life, is just so much crap, you can't help curling into a fetal position and chanting, "Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh!" Well, that was a little before your time, but you catch my drift.

Dude, the second time around only works with love. Not Communism.

Your friend,

Schlub.