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Nuttier by the day

THE DEMOCRAT Party, that is. My former party!

There’s bug-eyed Sandy Occasional Cortex’s silly Green New Deal. There’s Nancy Pelosi’s wanting to lower the voting age to 16. (The video addresses that beautifully). There’s Fauxcahontas’ wanting to abolish the Electoral College (because Hillary lost).

There is potential Democrat Party presidential candidate Beto O’Rourke’s support of Sandy’s saying the world will end in 12 years if we don’t end climate change by, well, ya know, like, grounding airplanes and not letting cattle pass wind.

Lordy me, what is wrong with these colossally ignorant people?

Meanwhile, President Trump soldiers on with solid work, not perfect by a long shot, but he’s making progress considering the powerful, evil forces aligned against him in both parties. Since he will be re-elected handily next year, we can rest easy in the knowledge that planes will still fly, and cows will still fart, at least until January 2025.

After that, God knows. Historically, with very few exceptions, after a president of one party has been in office eight years, a president of the other party replaces him.

There have been, if memory serves, only two exceptions.

That means the Democrat Party has until 2024 to lurch even more toward Loonyville before they retake the reins of power. I shudder to think.

Cows, prepare yourselves! They’ll be coming at you with butt-plugs.

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Your daily chuckle

I’M A YUGE fan of President Trump, a man I call the Blond Bomber, not for his involvement in overseas wars because he’s not a fan of that, but for the daily raspberries he lobs into the leftist camp. He is such fun!

And this is a fun, brief video. The Blond Bomber’s approval rating has soared following his masterful State of the Union speech.

On to 2020!

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Class acts!

 

IT’S ALWAYS a hoot to watch videos like the above. This one has the lovely Alicia Powe interviewing participants in the recent “Women’s March” in Washington D.C.

What stands out about these events is that the participants are colossally clueless. The Women’s March was particularly notable for two things — aside from cluelessness — Jew Hate and knitted versions of female reproductive organs squatting on their heads.

These are very classy people.

They loathe President Trump but are hard-pressed to state coherently why they feel that way. They just, ya know, do!

* * * *

A few months ago, I opened a Facebook account under my real name in large part to connect with my former colleagues in the newspaper business. I was appalled at what I encountered: rampant Trump hate.

I deleted the Facebook account soon after.

A few weeks ago, I exchanged emails with an old friend from those days. He also was in the news biz. I related that we had elected a screwy president recently in Mexico. His response was that Trump was even worse.

I asked what it was about Trump that he disliked. He responded that he was a (blankety-blank) liar. I asked if he could give me an example of Trump’s lying. I offered some documented examples of Democrat lies.

  1. If you like your doctor, you can keep your doctor.
  2. I did not have sex with (Monica Lewinsky).
  3. Bengazi was caused by a video.

I have not heard back from him.

I imagine he’s still hunting an example of Trump’s lying.

I wonder if he’s knitting female genitalia to put on his head.

Mexican life

Early bird gets the gas

YESTERDAY MORNING, still partially in pajamas, and still dark outside at just before 7 a.m., I headed out the gate in the Honda, hunting gasoline.

thFor those who don’t know, our new president has severely reduced gasoline supplies to much of the nation in an impossible-to-comprehend tactic to end pipeline theft.

I passed one Pemex station, which was dark. Farther, I passed another Pemex station, which was also dark. I continued and hung a right on the ring road. There in the distance, on the right side, I saw a parked car with blinkers flashing. Bingo!

I knew there was a gas station there, but people waiting does not mean the station is open, and I couldn’t even see how long the line was just yet. Sometimes, they’re half-a-mile long or more.

I drew closer. I was the fifth customer in line, and the station was open for business! It was a G500 station, one of the new brands that have entered Mexico over the past few years. The wait was no more than five minutes because all the pumps were working.

The previous fill-up was done Dec. 31 when I got wind of a gasoline shortage in the state capital. I immediately leaped into the Honda, found a station and filled ‘er up. It was definitely full because I watched the pump turn off automatically. Three times.

On sitting in the car, I was surprised to see the tank read 3/4ths full.  The gauge was malfunctioning. What a time to do so! It remained on 3/4ths for the next two weeks, not budging a centimeter.

By Sunday, I was getting edgy about the remaining gas. If the motor stops, so does the power steering and power brakes. You don’t want that to happen all at once while barreling down the highway.

But the Goddess loves me. When I filled up yesterday morning, the gas gauge corrected itself and moved to the full position.

What really surprised me was that I drove for two weeks and had used only one-fourth of the tank. I was sure I was in the bottom fourth, not the top.

So I’m good for another month or more. The Goddess willing, the new president will have turned on the gas taps again to full.

What’s next? He’ll turn off our water?

Later yesterday, the two of us drove the 50 kilometers to the state capital for shopping at Costco and Walmart. We were severely low on high-end vitttles. But now we’ve restocked and can resume normal life.

And I still have way over three-fourths of a tank of gas.