This is the same kind of lie that the common lothario tells the empty-headed little gal (probably a Democrat) in the back seat of the car: “I just wanna make love to you because I really love you!” This is the sort of thing that happens when welfare governments destroy families and naïve young girls have no fatherly advice from daddy. The analogy is of a cocksure secular and godless government that lies because it is foolishly trusted.
Any M.D. who even hints that a mask will prevent virus passage either failed any basic physics course he may have taken or had a fool for a physics professor. This subject covers only a small part of any doctor’s “un-education.” He also may have missed the day the atomic periodic table was discussed in basic chemistry. If these two are true his mastery of any laws of thermodynamics is blotto. Better off taking yourself to the vet, as previously said.
NASCAR has its beginnings, its history, in good old Southern boys, e.g., Junior Johnson, driving hopped-up cars with powerful V-8 engines (eat your hearts out all you sissy-stupid Greenies) with skill and daring in order to avoid revenuers. Moonshine may have been illegal but it only became so when the old union (not nation) became weighted down with the 18th century George Washington oft-influenced-by Alexander Hamilton and the “Federalists’” nationalism,
Ronald Reagan attempted a Goldwater-like comeback but like Donald Trump, Reagan had his Judas minions lurking in the shadows. The first Judas-knifing came in 1981 when M.E. Bradford was selected by Reagan advisers as Chairman of the National Endowment for the Humanities. He had the support of no less prominent conservatives than Russel Kirk and Forrest McDonald. But, he had disdain for Southerners by Neocons such as Norman Podhoretz and William Kristol.
This same media cheers as if such nonsense as “pride days” or “birthing persons” or “digital money” or “wars for lobby-profit” or most any fool’s errand is authentic and therefore have now been able to resurrect the Time magazine headline of a couple of generations ago: “Is God Dead?” They hoist the Stars and Stripes for never.
FOX markets books for its mostly silly authors better than Nancy Pelosi markets ice cream for Ben and Jerry’s (or whomever). And the rest of the tadpoles are as intellectually cozy and careless with history and law as NPR is with communications of a Pravda-like culture. But, in short, to all of them, red waves and red flags are the same things—opportunities for politicians to lie to the people about how they are lying to the people, Republican or not.
This chaff, ill-suited for human consumption, is the likes of John Cornyn, Mitch McConnell et ilk both of whom of course cleave to the Washington elites and also are from the same wheatfield as Liz Cheney and Adam (cry-baby) Kinzinger. This red wave will be large, to be sure, but it will still be a majority of (d)emocrats and perhaps a couple of dozen (r)epublicans (House and Senate)
And this is just one of a multitude of stupid and astonishing narratives of history or science flowing through the sewers of schools as well as the media, which considers itself an arm and a light of erudition. Anyone sending a child out to be mentored by a public teacher or most private teachers is knowingly or unknowingly guilty of child abuse. The “media’ speaks for itself—and of course, badly (including the Republican favorite Fox).
The so-called right not only isn’t any better it probably is worse. Its pompous self-righteous stance is disgusting in its lies or its self-serving political stance. The Republicans were the fathers of the original Bureau of Education (1867) which was the bastard child of a Republican congress and the segregation of blacks and whites via the Freedmen Bureau and subsequent unconstitutional Morrill Act of 1862 (failed in 1857 via presidential veto).
For the record, I did a tour a long time ago with the Marine Corps (enlisted man-1964-70). Today it will not surprise me to see the wonderful monument of the flag-raising on Mount Suribachi, adjacent to Arlington, have the Stars and Stripes run down and the degenerate “rainbow” sicko flag replace it.
For those of us far away in mind and body, we do not laugh, we do not cry, we do not even pity (though they are pitiful) these fools in a city named for a famous MAN (yes, I used the “M” word), George Washington. The city of the lying, bloated bureaucrats and pretentious “representatives.” The socialists, the baby killers, and the warmongers. The reds and the blues. The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly? No, just the bad and the ugly.
That red bunch of treasury-hijacking pirates, calling themselves Republicans and their payoff lobbyists ghouls are salivating at the prospect of a war in Europe. Two of our good ol’ Texas boys, John Cornyn and Dan Crenshaw (to name just two of the loudest) sailed off with Mitch McConnell to Ukraine at the taxpayers’ expense and are salivating at the thought of the Military-Industrial Complex opening the champagne bottles for WWIII.
But the red Republicans of today, especially Southern ones, posing as conservative republicans, seem to think they must fall in line and promote themselves as anti-Southern racists (the presentism word for slavery), to win votes and bring the sorrowful South, and its plethora of votes into the glorified color of red Republicanism. To them, the Bonnie Blue is just as Blue as the Democrats’ blue. They are wrong on all counts.
If the former federal union and its Philadelphia Constitution has any authority today that was ultimately ratified, it would be under article 1 whereby Congress is charged with protecting the border from invasion. Even if contemporary congressmen are aware of their duties (I doubt most congressmen have even read the, very brief, Constitution), such a bunch of elected bureaucrats will not act.
Now, I don’t care about Kilmeade or his historical inaccuracies and resulting histrionics that would have made good B movie children’s fare in the 1950s. He is only one of many who cheat or are simply ignorant, at a historical presentation by omitting basic facts or not knowing them in the first place. And though Kilmeade is primarily a sports contributor and humorist he is hardly schooled in history.
Being a conservative guy myself I wish the “red wave” were conservative. It isn’t. Most of the prominent Republicans are as committed liars as are the Democrats. Both want printed money, wars, welfare, sodomy-appreciation-day, etc, and most of all self-aggrandizement. What are they attempting to conserve?
As it turned out, Texas’s war for independence did not end on that single day. However, Santa Anna had been captured by Houston (who was wounded, himself). The bargain was that in return for not being executed (which Houston’s army was clamoring for) Santa Anna would order all remaining Mexican troops to remain outside of San Antonia and ultimately withdraw south.
So, conservatives, particularly Southerners who have not sold their souls to Republican yahoos or Democrat socialist/communists watch as the braggadocious Republicans, the Fox Channel-type pseudo-historians (presentism clods themselves) ballyhoo about great Republican red waves into the land of “a new beginning.” The other “media” conglomerates, meanwhile try to reach new minds with some new nonsense about some old nonsense or some new degeneracy that appeals to them.
I had stories read to me at about the time the movie came out in 1948 (and I had seen the picture show) by my grandmothers of some of the Joel Chandler Harris tales of Brer Bear, Brer Fox, et al. And they both read as the stories were written in the dialect of the era where I could feel myself in the story: “Tar Baby ain’t sayin’ nothin’ en Brer Fox, he lay low.” And always, believed that Uncle Remus was a character filled with wisdom, kindness, and genuine affection for the white people who loved him.
Will Smith and his siren of openness to boys-night-out should get a special Charlie Chaplin award for the cheeseball slapstick moment of the year. He laughed. She then pouted, which made him manhood-it-up and with a very masculine wagon wheel roundhouse swing, he slapped Chris Rock. Rock laughed off the “punch.” Smith then strutted off the stage hopefully not having smeared his lipstick.
These are the opponents of real conservatives in the present civil war. The real conservatives were born in Virginia and spread South with an agrarian pleasure in conserving that which was worth conserving. The South and its conservative history are Jeffersonian, not Lincolnian. Not these shallow swamp-dwelling Republicans and their unread right-wing media acolytes.
At least this is the thought process of the beasties and the media. The highest court in the land? Hell, the SCOTUS is supposed to be simply an appellate court reached only when a federal law is appealed on grounds of law, not facts. In other words, these nine ordinary lawyers, and that’s all they are, are not according to the sacrosanct, albeit fictitious “founders,” supposed to do anything but sit on their asses most of the time.
And, sadly, as in farming, the energy bureaucrats have regulators and bureaucrats who don’t know the difference between a barrel of oil and a barrel of buckwheat batter. It is as if Bonnie and Clyde were noted as insightful and thorough bank examiners. B &C didn’t help the banks. They helped themselves to the banks. And they sure as hell didn’t care how many lives were ruptured or lost.
The demented, criminal president and his “artful” corrupt son who having bribed foreign governments and their gas companies for cold hard cash, now blame not only the Russians but the American Oil Companies for high prices. A 50-year bureaucrat who has never done anything but live off of the government payroll, a lying, pitifully unhinged man and his son and their climate control experts rule the once Jeffersonian republic.
Such once-proud male institutions were almost heroic in turning out honorable gentlemen (no, not males like Harvey Weinstein or Bill Clinton or Prince whatshisname). But, no more. Society has decreed there can be no ladies and gentlemen anymore. A man need not stand when a woman enters the room. He can do nothing or he can belch. Who would care – or notice?