A Border Tale...

"We'd both been flagged at the border crossing in Yuma, and sent to the "pat down" room for a good feeling up by those evil guards.  

That's what those bastard Border Guards like to do to potential drug smugglers.  And especially to the pretty ones whether they're carrying or not.  I guess the bulge in the front of my pants stuck out just a bit too much; maybe like a sore thumb.  Or a sore...  Our eyes met, hers and mine, as our arms were raised above our heads for frisking.  The aroma wafting from her armpit was intoxicating.  Her meth-addled eyes met mine...and I somehow knew that she and I would never, ever shoot up alone, ever again..."

Oh, I'm sorry!  Where were we?  Oh yeah, we were beginning to discuss Joe O'Biden's first press conference in nearly a year.

It lasted two hours.  Two incredible, indelible, cringeworthy, authoritative, rambling, nonsensical word salads, punctuated with occasional whispering and mumbling.  It struck me while I watched this train wreck that nobody loved Joe enough to tell him not to do this; not to embarrass himself and the entire Country of America almost every time he opens his mouth.  Whilst trying to keep his dentures in place.

Obama tried to warn him not to do it.  But he was too stupid, or too addled, to take the hint.

Is this Candid Camera?  Will I wake up from this bad dream?  

Yes, fellow Patriot, you and I will wake up from this Bad Dream.  All it will take is our side not making any foolish mistakes between now and November.  And considering that the Secret Service just reported he'd spent fully 25% of his Presidency in his basement in Delaware, all we could hope for is that he keeps doing the same until November.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Can't do much damage in a basement in Delaware, can he?

Anyway, he just had a press conference.  It lasted a painful two hours.  And during that P.C. they asked him about Ukraine, and Russia, and Afghanistan.  And COVID.  But not a single question about the deadly inflation the American people are suffering through.  Or the wide-open southern border and the two million-plus illegal aliens that have poured through in the past year.  Or the price of gasoline.  Or milk.  Or meat, eggs or poultry, or other staples we rely upon.  In short, not a single question about the problems plaguing America.  Just the theoretical bulls*it that plagues the Yalies in D.C. when they try and put their "woke" wet dreams into operation.

BTW, I'd like to throw in about here that there's never, ever, EVER been a socialistic government that worked in practical application.  Never.  Did I say never?  Yet these two-dimensional pukes keep trying.  Keep on doubling down.  Maybe if they just try little harder they can make America hate White people!  Or make Black people feel like they need to have their hands held in order to live the American dream.  Or that only by ceding the authority over our voting to these vultures will be retain our democracy (we don't have one; we have a representative republic!)  These folks are dumber than a bag of rocks...  

I have three observations:  1), please keep it up.  If you do you'll be run out of Town on a rail in 10 months.  And 2), people who run for and get elected to national office should be required to live for a month with an Iowa farm family.  Or a Montana cattle rancher.  Or perhaps a guy who builds cars, but can't afford to put gas in the one he's got.  They should have to do this before he/she/it casts a single substantial vote.  Before they can further screw up America with their "woke" bullsh*t.  

And lastly, 3), those who flee states like California and New York and New Jersey, in an effort to dodge the "Progressive" laws and rules and regulations and policies and procedures they and their ilk have foisted upon us, I only ask that they leave them at the border of their failed state and not further contaminate "free" states like Texas, and Florida, and Arizona, the ones they're fleeing to. 

They'll make "Escape from New York," and "Escape from L.A." a reality...   

They live in a bubble.  That bubble has burst.  I can only wonder whether those who get their news from Yahoo and Google will be permitted by their Masters to learn of this prime-time fiasco?  

Oh yeah, I'm an aspiring author of romance novels.  Whaddya' gonna' do about it?