I thought it was nice of Chelsea Clinton to stick up for Barron Trump:
Unfortunately poor Chels probably relates all to well to being picked on as the progeny of the President. Especially since she too arrived in the White House during her, shall we say…awkward years.
But let’s not get distracted. Not now when things are decidedly looking up.
Let’s stay upbeat. After all, if Hilz had won there would be no Melania to lighten the load.
Nor would there be the lovely first daughter Ivanka, gorgeous to gaze upon even makeup free - as she is here, taking a selfie with a fanlast weekend.
Instead we would have Hillary, shrieking at us every day from her bully pulpit as her creepy flesh made our skin crawl.
And then there would be first daughter Chelsea – well, imagine her going makeup free from time to time…and we’d have to see it.
Honestly, life is so not fair. But thank you, God, for not subjecting us to a harridan president who would spend all of her time and our money trying to make it so. In the full Socialist sense.
*Except for our rulers, and our would-be rulers.
I think Hillary should pack it up and head for Venezuela; they could use a new socialist president. And they’ve already got all that ‘social justice’ thing going on so it should be snap.
If you were to tune into Deep State Media you would hear their continuing lamentations over Washington D.C. being destroyed by Trump. Interspersed would be breathless coverage of the Summer of Resistance and grumblings about Trump’s 17 day “working vacation” – his “fifth trip in six months” - to his own golf club in Bedminster, NJ.
Their real complaint is that they can’t all go to Martha’s Vineyard for a “17 day working vacation” like they did while covering the The Won. Indeed, the Obamas vacationed for a good part of August on this elite resort island every year they occupied the White House, with the exception of the re-election year of 2012 when it may have appeared a bit unseemly.
The Obamas’ usual Martha’s Vineyard retreat
But of course when Obama went on vacation is was because he earned it, working so hard to fundamentally transform America and all.
Wow, indeed. I’m so old I remember when you didn’t get paid to protest. You just showed up to show your support for the cause – like Trump’s supporters still do.
The paid protestors in Phoenix were hard to spot, as they blended right in - with each other.
Meanwhile, across the land,Progressives are reconsidering their position on free speech, as it no longer works exclusively for them. Professor Jennifer Delton’s piece takes us down the rabbit hole immediately as the article is titled, un-ironically, When ‘free speech’ becomes a political weapon. As WeirdDave at AOSHQ points out, ironically, THAT'S THE ENTIRE POINT OF FREE SPEECH. Read the whole thing, but not before you’ve had your morning Covfefe.
What we have is indeed a failure to communicate; a willful Deep State Media (DSM) imposed failure to communicate.
As upcountrywater pointed out, a 91% eclipse is not the same as 100%. 100% is total darkness. 91% is more like a cloud cover moving in. With 91% you don’t see the Corona, the “diamond ring,” or the dancing plasma flares. Day does not turn into night and the stars do not come out. In fact if you weren’t paying attention you most likely wouldn’t have noticed at all, (isn’t that the truth about many things?) so stealthily did the eclipse approach. And so steadfastly did the sun continue to light our world. On the other hand animals, who survive by their instincts, missed nothing. Birds and squirrels, usually very active mid-morning, were all disappeared and silent. Unlike their more sensate human co-inhabitants they bow to nature. Yet despite the lack of dramatic darkness watching the advancing moon eclipse the sun with infrared blocking glasses was still awesome and a testament to our relative place in this great universe.
The sun is a most powerful entity.
As we weren’t in the path of totality I knew it wouldn’t grow completely dark. Watching the moon march across the sun, leaving just a wee sliver moon sized slice of it unblocked, the shadows deepened appreciably, providing shade where none is ever seen on a normal sunny day. And the temperature dropped - also appreciably - at least 10 degrees. I expected that. The surprise was how totally un-dark it grew. With only 9% of it's energy available the sun was still powerful enough to keep us lit with barely noticeable dimming. You would think that would be adequate evidence to convince members of the church of global warming that it is the sun that dictates temperatures and climate trends not evil carbon dioxide. But no.
Eclipse Musicality is biased:
There are far more moon songs than sun songs. And I agree totally with Son of Rusty Shackleford: Hearts and Bones is a seriously underrated album. I know Paul Simon is a useless lib politically but his lyrical skill is above reproach. I’m hard pressed to pick a favorite from this particular album but I am partial to Train in the Distance
But from time to time he makes her laugh She cooks a meal of two Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance Everybody thinks it's true
What is the point of this story What information pertains The thought that life could be better Is woven indelibly Into our hearts and our brains
Birds of a feather flock together:
Solar eclipses have virtually no effect of politics. Reaction to the President’s speech on Afghanistan pretty much fall along the usual partisan lines. And so it goes, life back to normal.
I highly recommend partaking of the next eclipse to venture our way if, God willing, we’re all still here.
Today we bear witness to precisely how much control man has over God’s universe:
That’s right, exactly…none. But hey, if any of the brilliant scientists who believe we can slow down, reverse, or halt global warming/cooling want to take a crack at stopping the eclipse, be my guest. Could be a good trial run to see how well toilet paper restrictions, cow fart mediation and forced public transportation will work to stop climate change in its tracks.
Shot by MOTUS on I-80, Saturday, August 19, 2017, somewhere in Wyoming along the path of totality.
My initial thoughts: (trigger warning - micro-aggression ahead!) if your foot soldiers in mankind’s war against global warming/cooling need to be told by their government to turn their lights on while driving through a TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE SUN they may not have the right stuff to become masters of the universe.
Raj and I decided to avoid the crowds and hassles of pursuing the total eclipse and settle for a backyard party feting the 91% partial eclipse occurring in the gentle climes of Park City. I’m certain it will be almost as awesome. And even if not, we can sleep in, make a pitcher of bloody Mary’s to share with our neighbors, along with some deviled eggs and smoked trout and observe one of God’s most amazing astrological events. Without ever leaving home.
I think it wise to remember that pure Evil is behind the Antifa (aka “Resist” - previously known as Occupy and God-only-knows what else) movement, as it is dedicated to making this country ungovernable (per the Cloward-Plivin plan).
The Soros-backed Democrat terror group known as “Antifa” is leading what many are calling “The Resistance.”
The idiotic, self-destructive fight against President Trump and his America First agenda.
Their goal?
To make America “ungovernable” for the president of the United States. Read the rest here.
And while it’s easy to become demoralized by these well organized, idiotic thugs remember that they are not the only birds of a feather out there. I take this opportunity to repost this reflection on murmurations. Stay strong, my little flock:
Murmurations: Originally posted September 25, 2016
I’m feeling a bit whimsical today so this flight of fancy is perfect. Photographer Dylan Winter captures the glorious “murmurations” of several hundred thousand starlings as they rise and fall, arc and plane in self-organizing choreography on their way home for the night.
Can you hear the sound of a half million wings beating in unison? That’s known as a murmuration, my friend.
I have found evidence of other equally impressive self-organizing “murmurations” where birds of a feather flock together. I know these have been posted before butt watch the whole thing anyway; it’s almost like going to church.
Can you hear it? The sound of millions of hearts beating in unison? That’s known as a murmuration, my friend.
When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start When tomorrow comes!