Our Betty Ann. Oh sure, she looks angelic but(t) we know better.
“I just want you all to know that I have never done anything like is in my life. I have been an arm chair patriot, blogging, snarking, and trolling from the safety of my home. I think I just crossed a line of no return. I so easily and handily ate that lady's lunch, and she was the one they put out front to handle people like me. I think I can do this. I was calm and collected. It was fun actually, and I so completely, with pointing out a few obvious in your face facts, cleaned her little clock. And friends, it is such a small clock.”
Look out boys, Betty Lou Ann’s Getting Out Tonight.
Brace yourself now And take a deep breath Grab a hold of something Hold on tight Betty Lou's gettin' out tonight
I would wish everyone a “Happy Presidents’ Day” except I don’t think it’s politically correct to celebrate it anymore – seeing as how, so far, they’ve all been old white guys. So let’s reflect instead on this tweet from wretchardthecat (aka Richard Fernandez) for a moment:
Normalizing the abnormal and denormalizing the normal: it really takes a special kind of stupid to do that.
No wonder millennials are confused.
So on this Presidents’ Day let’s just be grateful that we have a President who is unequivocally not confused; he’s going to Make America Great Again regardless of what the confused elitists think.
Somewhere along the way the political projects of the left ceased to be revolutionary. The left won. It took control of nations and set about dismantling them. Its social and economic agendas became law. It ruled through a vast interconnected system of the bureaucracy, media, academia, non-profits and corporations. …
The left had come to envision its victory as inevitable. Its leaders enjoyed the divine right of kings bestowed on them by historical materialism. And so they couldn't see the revolution coming.
The inevitable elites and their power were overthrown. The little people they had been stepping on stormed the castle. All their pseudoscience had failed to predict it. Suddenly the future no longer belonged to the City or to Palo Alto. And its denizens poured out into the streets to protest.
The protests are taking place in the name of oppressed minorities, but like any dot com logo, that's branding. They are actually an angry reaction by an overthrown elite to a people's revolution…
President Trump said, "A nation without borders is not a nation." And that's exactly what the left wanted. No borders and no nations….
People need meaning. It is meaning that gives them a sense of worth. The angry leftist reactionaries find meaning in their post-everything world. The shattering of this world has driven them into the streets. And yet they can't grasp that it was the shattering of their world that drove so many working people to vote for Brexit or Trump. They refuse to comprehend that nations have meaning to more people than their post-national world order of interchangeable multicultural megacities does or that most people want something tangible to hold on to even if it requires labor and sacrifice.
It was a war between Davos, Conde Nast, GQ, Soros, MSNBC, Hollywood, Facebook and America. And America won.
The "resistance" is a collection of elites, from actors at award shows to fashion magazines to tech billionaires, decrying a popular revolt against their rule. They are not the resistance. They are dictators in exile. They had their chance to impose their vision on the people. And they lost. The revolution will not be brought to you by BMW, by a Davos conference, by $100 cologne that smells like nothing or by Facebook lobbying. It will be brought to you by the comeback of America. -Read the whole thing
So from a most decidedly post-normal world I would like to take this opportunity to say thank you, elitists, for making all this not just possible, but inevitable:
Dad’s Diner: in continuous operation from1921-2017
I received an email from RobinH on Friday advising me that she had forwarded a very generous memorial in honor of Raj’s Dad from the good people of the MOTI. There is simply no way that I can tell you how touched - and honored - we are by your care, concern and overwhelming generosity. To all who contributed, please accept our sincere thanks for such a fine tribute for such a fine man.
We will split the donation between Dad’s parish church, Queen of the Miraculous Medal, and Lumen Christi High School, home of the Titans – his favorite athletic teams of all time. Unless he was under the weather or out of town he attended virtually every one of the school’s football, basketball and hockey games, watching first his children and later his grandchildren play. He was such an avid fan that he was granted honorary team staff status which came with free season tickets for all sports. You would have thought he won the lottery. He continued to attend their games until his hip replacement finally sidelined him at age 91.
He was also a life long fan of the Detroit Lions, Pistons and Red Wings. And while the Pistons and Red Wings had their days in the sun, sadly Dad went to meet his maker before the Lions could overcome “The Curse of Bobby Layne.” It’s possible his great grandchildren will still be waiting for a Super Bowl win by the Lions.
Like many of the Greatest Generation, he was the child of immigrants; his parents being from Germany. He was the youngest of 6 children and grew up on a truck farm. He enlisted in the Navy after the outbreak of WWII and as a cadet was sent to the University of Southern California where he received accelerated math, trigonometry and aeronautics classes in preparation for pilot school.
To his eternal dismay by the time he earned his wings, the Navy had too many scout observation pilots and he was among the recruits who were washed out and sent to navigator school where he earned his navigator wings and was assigned to the flight crew of a Consolidated PB-2Y-2s Coronado stationed in the Pacific:
They were awesome beasts that really didn’t look like they should fly at all, let alone take off from the water. His last mission was flying troops and supplies into Tokyo Bay for the post-surrender occupation.
After the war Dad returned to the family farm where he took care of his mother, became the unofficial “Mayor of Woodville” - a title he retained for life – and met and married the love of his life, Virginia Jean.
He fathered nine children and started a furniture and flooring business with his wife that continues in operation to this day in the hands of four of his children. And now he’s left this earth, just days shy of his 96th birthday, leaving behind 9 children, 15 grandchildren, 2 great grandchildren and a prosperous business.
While Dad’s absence leaves a terrible void in the warp and woof of our lives, and though he will be missed terribly, I can’t help but think that perhaps he looked around and determined that his work here was finally done…
that he felt he was leaving things in good hands.
“OK, take it from here, you young whippersnapper.”
After all, even the Greatest Generation were young whippersnappers at one time.
Again, our sincere thanks to the bestest blog family in the entire blogosphere. You can never know how much your prayers, thoughts, messages and wonderful memorial for Raj’s Dad have meant to us. You would have loved him, and I know he would have loved all of you.
P.S. Special thanks to Robin for handling all the administrative duties associated with your kindness.
There may be hope for my home state after all: There’s a rumor floating that both Kid Rock AND Ted Nugent could be candidates for the Senate in 2018.
They would be running against a(nother) truly horrible female Democrat Senator, Debbie Stabenow. That’s her in the middle, below, along with a D.C. pussy-Marcher on the left and Debbie Dingle, a Michigan U.S. Representative, on the right.
Stick a pair of pink ears on her and she’s done.
She’s an ex-teacher who has been at the trough since winning her race in 2000, fighting against America every opportunity she gets. Needless to say she’s deep in the folds of the Teachers’ Union pockets and was dead-set against the confirmation of Betsy DeVos:
“Betsy DeVos and her family have a long record of pushing policies that I believe have seriously undermined public education in Michigan and failed our children. Therefore, I cannot support (her).”
The “policies” she’s referring to that “have seriously undermined public education” are charter schools and school choice. Debbie (and the teachers’ union) are opposed of course, because Michigan public schools, particularly Detroit and Flint, are doing so well:
Detroit Public Schools have the worst test scores and graduation rates in the nation, but there are more problems plaguing the district.
Odd, isn’t it that Democrats are all about “choice” when it comes to babies, but dead set against it when it involves choosing what school your “choice” can go to.
Anyway, Nugent, like his friend Donald, isn’t afraid to speak his mind, as he did recently with The Daily Caller:
“I’m always very interested in making my country and the great state of Michigan great again and there is nothing I wouldn’t do to help in any way I possibly can,”
Posting this on his Facebook:
“If these GOP sonsabitches don’t get it right this time I will come charging in as the ultimate WE THE PISSED OFF PEOPLE Mr FixIt Consitutional firebreathing shitkicker candidate from hell!”
And like the Donald, he speaks plainly enough so that even the lone sock in the drawer can understand:
What sort of anti-American fool doesn’t believe we need secure borders?” and “What sort of Michael Moore freak sides with criminals instead of law enforcement heroes?” Nugent asked incredulously.
“Who on God’s good green earth can possibly support the redistribution of hard working Americans’ earnings to people unwilling to earn their own way?” he continued. “We the people are justifiably fed up with ‘Fedzilla’ and bureaucrats of every stripe,” he asserted.
Don’t get me wrong, I like Kid Rock, but come on, there is nothing like a straight talkin’ man:
I’m going to have to support the Motor City Madman purely for the entertainment value; his reasonable approach to life is just added value.
R.I.P. Debbie, cuz I got you in a stranglehold, baby**
The so-called scandal involving former National Security Advisor Mike Flynn is 9/11, Pearl Harbor, Iran-Contra, Watergate, proof of presidential fascism, a cynical money-making scheme, and a pro-Russian spy thriller all rolled into one, according to the increasingly deranged rants of howling left-wingers and their truth-adverse confederates in the mainstream media. – Frontpage
As you may have expected Trump, being Trump, pushed back - bigly:
“This whole Russia scam that you guys” are pushing on people is “so you don’t talk about the real subject which is illegal leaks.”
“The public sees it,” he said. “They see it. They see it’s not fair. You take a look at some of your shows and you see the bias and the hatred. And the public is smart. They understand it.”
“I didn’t do anything for Russia,” he said. “I have done nothing for Russia. Hillary Clinton gave them 20 percent of our uranium. Hillary Clinton did a reset, remember with the stupid plastic button that made us look like a bunch of jerks.”
I think I have a partial solution to morass; we need to create a new color coded system of press credentials. Red for Real News outlets:
Real News Credential
And blue for all the other Fake News sources.
Fake News Credentials
Then Sean Spicer could hold two briefings each day: one for reporters with the red credential, where real issues would be addressed, and one, an hour later, for those holding the blue pom poms where all the Fake News of the Day will be discussed amongst themselves. So don’t worry about Sean being over-worked; in the second briefing he doesn’t really have to answer any questions, he just needs to be there to provide the backdrop for the Fake News journalists to mouth their own talking points and accusations ad nauseam.
Optional: those holding blue pom pom credentials can be further sub-divided into “Regular” Fake News and full-bore Yellow Journalism.
The coveted “Yellow Journalism” credential.
Those holding Yellow Journalist credentials would not be allowed to attend both briefings and press conferences but could not speak.
This new color coded credentialing system would make it easy, in future Presidential Press Conferences, for President Trump to know who to call on and who to beat up. I think this will help make future meetings with press run “like a fine tuned machine.” Bigly.
Broad new powers for spooks? We knew that Drudge was “Fake News” but this pretty much confirms he’s racist as well.
OSOFA – Obama’s Spooks, Organized For Action:
I guess we shouldn’t be surprised; I mean Barry did promise that he was going to create his own civilian security force:
And he did deploy the JV team that wasn’t quite as strong or powerful or well funded for the important 2008 election:
and again in 2012 when they were a bit stronger and more powerful but still not as well funded as he’d have liked:
What’s that? Drudge was referring to the NSA?
I take full responsibility for this unfortunate mis-misunderstanding; that was just me, acting stupidly. There’s no racism here, it’s something far more sinister - Deep State: a network of permanent, unaccountable, shadowy agents entrusted with the country’s most sensitive secrets acting on their own behalf rather than that of duly elected officials. Giving these “spooks” – more power just makes them more effective at practicing their dark arts in domestic politics (h/t: Larwyn’s Lynx) to bring down the Trump administration one by one.
Who will be next? I don’t know. But I do know who the ultimate target is; they don’t really want America to win.
Caesar. Who is it in the press that calls on me? I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music, Cry 'Caesar!' Speak; Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
- Omar Khayyám
I tell you what, I’ll provide the bread,
and the wine - left over from the Flyover Fest.
Gerard provides the verse – in narrative form. About paradise. Enjoy. Life is so much more than politics.
“This job began in the winter and the only source of heat Miss Helen had was a standard issue wood stove that she also used for cooking. The stove took a lot of wood and the old lady’s wood came from a large pile of logs on another islet behind her hut. They were far too big to fit in the stove and my main job was to take a maul, then an axe, then a hatchet, and transform each log into a pile of kindling that the old lady could use. It wasn’t that bad a job except when it snowed or rained, which, since this was winter in Paradise was pretty much every other day when it was not a continuation of the snow and rain from the day before.”
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