Wayward wannabes are clamoring to penalize people in small states of this Union by declaring them second and third rate citizens. In other words, they will officially be classed as nobodies without voices in presidential elections.
There is no reason to keep beating around the bush. Political leftists in all forms are knocking themselves out to blatantly and dishonestly destroy the USA.
Well, I was glued to the telly, probably like others in punditry, not able to resist the urge to see payday Wednesday for the former lawyer-lobbyist of international renown.
The plan here for today’s shrewd and intelligent readers was to offer some scoops and have an interlude from the maleficent spite still raging, especially among political misfits.
A callous nature of what is known as life and death continues to strike an ominous chord. The sounds are discomfiting at best and are growing louder and louder.
Let’s take a break from all the pettifoggers, losers to be accurate, who keep trying to convince the nation and world that crises are bounding without end.
With all due respect, I had a dream. Since I met The Man, MLKjr once, he won’t mind. I want to report from what might appear as a realistic fantasy.
I noted a few weeks ago that the SWAT-ting of a political gadfly, that is Roger Stone, was an embarrassment to cops of all designations. I’ve changed my mind.
As “white privilege” descended speedily from heavenly climes Wednesday, I dared not attempt to test fate and maneuver on the icy streets.
It is rather difficult to understand how the Federal Bureau of Investigation, known around and about as the FBI, G-men and once as Hoovermen, can get away trying to stage a coup, actually planning the overthrow of a sitting president.
Only a few more words about the bad boys still making insulting news from Virginia before continuing to other distressing verbiage from, guess where, the Halls of Congress.
To those who love myths pertaining to the danger of threes, I am going to throw in my more than three cents worth regarding the troika controversy in Virginia.
Smack in the middle of all the political hijinks out of Virginia’s capital city, and all the anticipation of 45’s foray into the den of resisters, and the purely white dresses, my phone rang.
Here is some food for thought. A man sits on Texas’ death row for three decades. Last week, he gets the needle. Except for a news story, no national outcry.
Drug pushers, anti-Semitism, atheistic growth in Congress, no respect for national symbols, growing ill manners in public schools, general mayhem and growing disregard of law and enforcers.
Were it not for the seriousness of a federal case, the Roger Stone pre-dawn raid last week would be the laughingstock of law enforcement. For certain, the incident is an embarrassment in the crime fighting business.
Time to confess. I jumped on the viral story accusing some touring high school students of confronting, hassling and hazing a Native American at the Lincoln Memorial – of all places.
For years illegal drug use has been invading every community of the nation. One of the world’s biggest purveyor of drugs is on trial. And, the talk is how opioids are destroying young and old alike.
What could be better, snow arrives hereabouts, most of the Congress is living it up in Puerto Rico, the federal guv’ment is on hiatus, thankfully, and us animal lovers took to the Internet for a reprieve from the dirty-talkers newly making hay for themselves.
As the sandbagging picks up steam around Pennsylvania Avenue, and on the people’s airways, the real national crisis involves the caliber of newly electeds who appear hell-bent on destroying the country as we know it.
Now that the president and Congress are still playing chicken heading toward a national crisis, I want to describe another ongoing calamity involving a convicted sex abuser.
Here we go, off to the fun and games of the next 12 months. Today there remains a few leftovers to address before jumping into some newbies.
Greetings and salutations on this first day of 2019. Most certainly, esteemed readers have celebrated enough and maybe today trying to let the tune “Auld Lang Syne” slink away peacefully.
So, just who make up communities? Most certainly, it is the people and wonderful everyday unknowns, who can be called the great and the good.
To hear it from some frenzied yappers on the national political scene, the end is near. An apocalypse is on the horizon before the holidays, that’s Christmastime for real and true Americans. Let me explain.
We have a grab bag of items on today’s agenda. One will suffice. At this juncture eyes and ears can hardly wait for the looming federal government shutdown.
In this season of joy, gifts and all sorts of good things, it’s disgusting that ne’er-do-wells, and generally goofballs, enjoy publicity for their cockamamie intentions to ruin the holidays for everybody.
Well, now, the original plan was to expound on the recurring miasma of mayhem surrounding the raging political kerfuffle. First, there are some leftovers worth recalling from the George H. W. Bush funeral.
One of my most avid note senders suggested recently that I consider redacting my space here, at least today. Naturally wanting to accommodate the faithful, I almost fell for what I took as a gag.