That's what they sound like if you read the bitching, moaning and whining about Donald Trump from the so-called 'pundits' in Washington about the current election cycle.
Bill Kristol hates him. George Will hates him. Erick Erickson hates him. And the list goes on - boring in its sameness.
These people say to the rest of us 'we are the Conservatives and you should listen to us.'
I want to know, 'who died and appointed you God?'
These people say 'Donald Trump is not a Conservative because...' Pick your reason (it's all crap by the way).
I demand to know, 'who died and appointed you sole arbiter of what makes a Conservative'?
Is it any wonder the American people are disgusted with Washington?
These 'insiders', and others like them who have written for the National Review, the Weekly Standard and all of the other inside the Washington Beltway political rags, are so brain dead that they don't see the writing on the wall. They have sucked all of the oxygen out of their rarefied little enclave. They are in the last stages of intellectual asphyxiation and don't even recognize the symptoms.
Symptom 1: Iowa. Even Ted Cruz talking about eliminating corn subsidies and the ethanol mandate won the state. Republicans had higher voter turn-out there than the Democrats (180,000 to 171,109, respectively). Cruz was first and Trump was a solid second.
Symptom 2: New Hampshire. Donald Trump blew out the "palatable" candidates - Kasich, Rubio and Bush.
Symptom 3: South Carolina. Donald Trump won forty-four of forty-six counties. The "homeboy" Jeb! got next to zero support despite being the "Establishment" darling and the one candidate these inside the beltway Zombies thought was going to win everything.
Symptom 4: Entrance polling from Nevada. The electoral - the sheeple - are pissed off, fed up, disgusted, angry, you name it. They cast their ballots yesterday and Trump walked away with a twenty point lead over the second place finisher, Marco Rubio.
We, the American people, are shouting at the Washington Zombies: we do not want you to tell us who we should vote for. We are not children. We can and do think for ourselves and we do not want politics as usual.
So now, what do you suppose these brainiacs are saying? They want a third party. They won't support the Republican nominee chosen by the People.
What does this say about them, about their character, their belief in the Founding Principles and Documents - the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights they have purported to support and hold dear all these years? How about:
That, right there is what it says. They are empty suits. They have no honesty. They have no integrity. They have no values. They have no character. They have and they are nothing.
If they don't get their way, if they don't agree with what the citizens of this country want in place of what we're told to want, they act like spoiled babies. They'll pick up their marbles and go elsewhere.
Well, I've got news for them. They don't drive this country as much as they like to think they do. Neither does the donor class of which they are fringe members.
We the People is far more than just words on a piece of parchment. It is an idea and an ideal, and it is coming home to roost.
We the People are fed up - utterly and completely - with the crap and nonsense flowing out of Washington. We have put up with it for thirty years, since Ronald Reagan, and we are done.
We the People did not want Obamacare - but it was shoved down our unwilling throats by the Washington Elites and by Congress. This is payback.
We the People do not like the lies and cover-ups and constant scandals that flow through Washington DC like a river of sewage. This is payback.
Although we're supposed to be 'tired' of hearing about Benghazi, I can tell you I'm not. I don't think many others in this country are, either. I think we know precisely what was done.
Hilliary Clinton and her boss got in over their heads with Libya. When the shit hit the fan they didn't have the first clue what to do and didn't have the brains God gave a chicken to figure it out. They left people to die even though there were others there in country, on the ground and willing to risk it all to save those in the embassy.
When it was all over, with four men dead and others badly wounded, they circulated through the morning shows and pumped up a lie about a stupid video. For days they passed that around, hoping we the people would be just as stupid as they are. But we weren't. We demanded answers so Congress held hearings. In those, the left stonewalled and whitewashed and covered up, just as they always do and the right caved, just as it always does.
Nothing happened, and that pisses me and a lot of other people off. This is payback.
Now we've got the e-mail server mess. Most of the country is paying attention, praying for an indictment or at least a series of subpoenas to move the investigation forward, but it's being stonewalled again.
Trump has said that he will go after Hilliary big time if he's elected. This is payback.
What is going to be sweet music to me and to others who think like me is Trump going after Hilliary. He will be unrelenting, and she will go down in flames because it will all come out.
Comey will wait. Honestly, I think that is why the FBI seems to be dragging its feet. They have enough to pin her to the wall for the rest of her life. I know they do - just based on what's been talked about in the media. But he won't request an indictment. Not yet, because if no crime has been named, if Hilliary doesn't stand formally accused of anything, Obie-One has no grounds for a pardon. She'll be vulnerable - a sitting duck and it is going to be a beautiful day in America when that lights up.
So Bill and Erick and George and all the rest, get over yourselves. You are not at all important or even that interesting out here.
Have a lovely day out in the hinterlands - it's where the real people live.
Best~
Philippa
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Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Am I A Curmudgeon?
I'm wondering, am I a curmudgeon? Or is the world really getting stupider?
Things that ten years ago I never would have seen, at all, or at which I would just shrug off with an accompanying shake of the head, now bother me. Last night, for instance. And before this goes farther, let me warn anyone reading this: I don't pull punches or beat around bushes. I say what I think on all subjects, so please don't take offense. It's called 'freedom of speech'.
I work in Calistoga. I live "over the hill" in Sonoma County. It's a pretty big hill, even around here. Getting out of town, or getting in, there is a pretty respectable grade. It's posted as 12% and a mile-and-a-half long. It's a serious climb for my car at the end of the day, and it's dangerous for big trucks coming down because there is no "out" if they lose their brakes and need one.
From the top, there's a fairly steep stretch for about a quarter-of-a-mile, then it "levels" out a bit, then descends again, gets steeper, then levels and then goes into the final descent. It's respectable and it's not a grade on which you can just cruise down sans brakes. It's cambered the wrong way in places so your momentum carries you in the wrong direction (toward the bank) if you get going too fast.
After work yesterday, I was heading up the hill and, about two-thirds of the way up, I started around a bend when I was met by two skateboarders heading down in the other lane. There was a line of cars behind them, all apparently doing what I've observed in the past few years to be a reasonable speed. In other words, the cars weren't going noticeably slower than they would have been without these idiots in front of them which means the two skateboarders had to have been going at least forty-five miles per hour by then because they were a good half-mile into the descent. At that speed, it's called "terminal velocity" for good reason.
A bump, a stone, a wheel coming off, just any little thing and... what? What would happen?
The boarder would fly off the board - at a high rate of speed - and would go tumbling and flailing and rolling and... There would be no way for the other one to stop safely. At the very least, the one who fell would get badly hurt, probably killed. If not from the repeated impacts with the road as he bounced and flailed and rolled, but by an oncoming car. Because there is traffic on that road. It's a primary road in and out of the Napa Valley so it's not like they had it to themselves. The second one, distracted by his buddy's situation, would probably lose control, too. So you would have two brain dead morons bouncing, rolling, tumbling and flailing into oblivion.
Then what? What about the oncoming car(s)? It would be virtually impossible for one projectile to miss the other - unless the moron happened to sail off the edge of pavement into the embankment. Or unless the car went over the side and down the embankment on the down-slope side of the road.
So after the dust settled and we have at least one seriously messed up car, probably an injured driver, possibly injured passengers, and a dead brain dead moron, there's the aftermath.
How would you like to live with the knowledge that, even though it wasn't your fault and there was no way of avoiding the accident because of some dumb-ass brain dead moron, you killed someone?
I wouldn't like it. I wouldn't like it, at all. Even though intellectually I would know it was their bad choice, their own damned fault, I would still feel guilty. Horribly so, and there wouldn't be a single thing I could do about it, except endlessly wrestle with my conscience and a million 'what-if' scenarios that would make zero difference in the final analysis.
And then what? Would that kid's family or their insurance company try to sue the driver of the car into which this dumb ass ran? In this day and age, probably.
And... for what? Why? Because they're adrenaline junkies and want to get a rush? Sorry folks, but there is only one term for someone this astonishingly selfish, self-centered and unthinking: Fucking MORON.
Only I hope they don't. I hope that particular collection of genes ends with them.
So that was yesterday.
This morning, I was on my way to work. It was early, around seven o'clock. I don't drive fast. I usually do between fifty and sixty and stay in the right lane so I don't irritate people who want to go faster. So I'm cruising along at about fifty-five in the slow lane when a truck merges onto the freeway just ahead of me. I check the lane to my left. It's clear, so I move over and more cars come on at the same on-ramp, meaning I can't go back into the right lane for a while.
Out of nowhere, this idiot comes racing up behind me - I was probably doing sixty by then and he had to have been doing seventy-five or better because he was nowhere and then he was there. I couldn't get over to the right to get out of his way because of the other cars, but he swerved (and I use that word with purpose, because that's what he did) into the HOV lane, cutting off another car, zoomed past me, swerved in front of me and swept through the next lane into the exit lane - completely ignoring everyone else - and then zoomed around the truck that had first caused me to move over, then back across all lanes into the HOV lane.
WTFIUWT??? In the space of a half a mile he endangered probably fifteen or twenty other people. And for what? Why? What was so damned important that he had to put the rest of us at risk?
I don't get that. Was his ass on fire and he was heading to the ER for treatment? That's the only thing I can think of that makes that kind of behavior make any sense at all.
And these things seem to be happening more and more often. I used to see them once in a while, maybe once or twice a week, but now it seems it's an almost daily event.
You know, writing this out and thinking about it, I don't really think I'm a curmudgeon. I think I'm sane and these other people are nuts. In fact, I suspect the majority of other people on the road who saw these things think the same.
Whew! Curmudgeon-dom averted. I'm normal.
I hope you have a normal, curmudgeon-less day, too!
Best~
Philippa
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Things that ten years ago I never would have seen, at all, or at which I would just shrug off with an accompanying shake of the head, now bother me. Last night, for instance. And before this goes farther, let me warn anyone reading this: I don't pull punches or beat around bushes. I say what I think on all subjects, so please don't take offense. It's called 'freedom of speech'.
I work in Calistoga. I live "over the hill" in Sonoma County. It's a pretty big hill, even around here. Getting out of town, or getting in, there is a pretty respectable grade. It's posted as 12% and a mile-and-a-half long. It's a serious climb for my car at the end of the day, and it's dangerous for big trucks coming down because there is no "out" if they lose their brakes and need one.
From the top, there's a fairly steep stretch for about a quarter-of-a-mile, then it "levels" out a bit, then descends again, gets steeper, then levels and then goes into the final descent. It's respectable and it's not a grade on which you can just cruise down sans brakes. It's cambered the wrong way in places so your momentum carries you in the wrong direction (toward the bank) if you get going too fast.
After work yesterday, I was heading up the hill and, about two-thirds of the way up, I started around a bend when I was met by two skateboarders heading down in the other lane. There was a line of cars behind them, all apparently doing what I've observed in the past few years to be a reasonable speed. In other words, the cars weren't going noticeably slower than they would have been without these idiots in front of them which means the two skateboarders had to have been going at least forty-five miles per hour by then because they were a good half-mile into the descent. At that speed, it's called "terminal velocity" for good reason.
A bump, a stone, a wheel coming off, just any little thing and... what? What would happen?
The boarder would fly off the board - at a high rate of speed - and would go tumbling and flailing and rolling and... There would be no way for the other one to stop safely. At the very least, the one who fell would get badly hurt, probably killed. If not from the repeated impacts with the road as he bounced and flailed and rolled, but by an oncoming car. Because there is traffic on that road. It's a primary road in and out of the Napa Valley so it's not like they had it to themselves. The second one, distracted by his buddy's situation, would probably lose control, too. So you would have two brain dead morons bouncing, rolling, tumbling and flailing into oblivion.
Then what? What about the oncoming car(s)? It would be virtually impossible for one projectile to miss the other - unless the moron happened to sail off the edge of pavement into the embankment. Or unless the car went over the side and down the embankment on the down-slope side of the road.
So after the dust settled and we have at least one seriously messed up car, probably an injured driver, possibly injured passengers, and a dead brain dead moron, there's the aftermath.
How would you like to live with the knowledge that, even though it wasn't your fault and there was no way of avoiding the accident because of some dumb-ass brain dead moron, you killed someone?
I wouldn't like it. I wouldn't like it, at all. Even though intellectually I would know it was their bad choice, their own damned fault, I would still feel guilty. Horribly so, and there wouldn't be a single thing I could do about it, except endlessly wrestle with my conscience and a million 'what-if' scenarios that would make zero difference in the final analysis.
And then what? Would that kid's family or their insurance company try to sue the driver of the car into which this dumb ass ran? In this day and age, probably.
And... for what? Why? Because they're adrenaline junkies and want to get a rush? Sorry folks, but there is only one term for someone this astonishingly selfish, self-centered and unthinking: Fucking MORON.
Only I hope they don't. I hope that particular collection of genes ends with them.
So that was yesterday.
This morning, I was on my way to work. It was early, around seven o'clock. I don't drive fast. I usually do between fifty and sixty and stay in the right lane so I don't irritate people who want to go faster. So I'm cruising along at about fifty-five in the slow lane when a truck merges onto the freeway just ahead of me. I check the lane to my left. It's clear, so I move over and more cars come on at the same on-ramp, meaning I can't go back into the right lane for a while.
Out of nowhere, this idiot comes racing up behind me - I was probably doing sixty by then and he had to have been doing seventy-five or better because he was nowhere and then he was there. I couldn't get over to the right to get out of his way because of the other cars, but he swerved (and I use that word with purpose, because that's what he did) into the HOV lane, cutting off another car, zoomed past me, swerved in front of me and swept through the next lane into the exit lane - completely ignoring everyone else - and then zoomed around the truck that had first caused me to move over, then back across all lanes into the HOV lane.
WTFIUWT??? In the space of a half a mile he endangered probably fifteen or twenty other people. And for what? Why? What was so damned important that he had to put the rest of us at risk?
I don't get that. Was his ass on fire and he was heading to the ER for treatment? That's the only thing I can think of that makes that kind of behavior make any sense at all.
And these things seem to be happening more and more often. I used to see them once in a while, maybe once or twice a week, but now it seems it's an almost daily event.
You know, writing this out and thinking about it, I don't really think I'm a curmudgeon. I think I'm sane and these other people are nuts. In fact, I suspect the majority of other people on the road who saw these things think the same.
Whew! Curmudgeon-dom averted. I'm normal.
I hope you have a normal, curmudgeon-less day, too!
Best~
Philippa
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