"New Red America"

Did you know you own the air above your house?  Well, actually only the airspace you can reasonably use.  The rest "belongs" to the FAA.  That's the Federal Aeronautics Administration.  They control air travel.  And they "own" such air as is necessary for planes to fly around above our heads, all hither and yon.  And that's because our states have ceded such authority to the FAA, by way of the Federal Government, for it to accomplish this effort.  Or at least they have until now...

Did you ever wonder what might happen if a state decided to withdraw such permission?  What if a bunch of states decided to do that?  All together?  Such as all the states that decided to vote for "Red" candidates in the most recent General Election?  Which is all the states in the middle of the Country?  How interesting.  Especially because I just took a good hard look at our "New Map..."  

That's the one that's resulted from our most recent Election.  The one that appears to show that all of the states in the West, and all of the states in New England and the Mid-Atlantic area voted for Biden and the Democrat Party.  

Turns out they are called "Coastal Elites" for a reason.  In other words, the Election that left all of the states in the Middle of America a beautiful Solid Red.  In short, our New Map shows America as having divided itself along political lines; Coastal Elites on either side, Flag-Waving 'Muricans in the middle.  

Sort of like a sandwich made with moldy bread.

To that I'd add the results of a recent national poll.  It reflected that fully 78% of Republican voters believe the Election was stolen from them.  It shows that 3 out of 4 Trump voters believe they were screwed!  And, considering that 74 million people voted for him, that means nearly 40% of America is Pissed Off!  They're mad as Hell and they're not gonna' take it anymore!"

Well, fellow Pilgrims, I have an idea how they can get some of that dreaded "payback."  I propose that the "Red" states join together into a new "Conservative Coalition."  A "union" of sovereign individual states, banded together for safety and security.  Like they did under the 10th Amendment.  Which isn't working for them so well anymore.

States that could not only require a passport to enter, but official permission for a "flyover."  In other words, a state owns the air above itself; it could therefore decide to withhold the right of "flyover" to any plane it chooses.  And that plane could belong to...gulp!...the United.  States.  of.  America!    

Remember that pesky 10th Amendment I just mentioned?  The last one in the Bill of Rights?  The one that states that the only Rights ceded to the Federal Government by the states are those specifically enumerated by those states?  Meaning not ceded, not granted?  And that could, and I emphasize COULD, include the Right to enter or travel within a particular state's airspace.  And if that Right is specifically withheld, especially if it also contains a threat, then an airplane would have to choose an alternate route of travel so as to avoid a potential legal jam.  Or...gulp again!...getting shot down!  By a member of the "New Red America" air force.  And you might recall there's about 40 Air Force bases in New Red America.  And if all the states were to so choose, then an airplane attempting to travel from LAX to NYC, for example, would have to fly via Canada or Mexico to achieve its destination.  A 2,600 mile flight it could quickly become a 6,000 mile flight.  Made necessary to avoid some of that, ummm, conflict.  Are you picking up what I'm putting down?

Do you think those pickup-driving, flag-waving, beer-swilling, hot dog- and freedom-loving 'Muricans would shoot down a flight illegally entering their airspace?  A flight coming from the place that just screwed them out of an Election?  From a place that's trying to legislate their speech and their morality and their religion and their freedom?  I'm thinking that yes, they would.  With glee!  That thought just might cause airlines operating from Coastal/East Coast Elite airports to think a time or two before takeoff, right?

Orrrrr, New Red America could accept something in value in exchange for the Right of Free Travel across its airspace.  No longer having the White House, perhaps New Red America could use the threat of force to exact legislative accomplishments.  Maybe they could cause TV stations to cease carrying the signals of Coastal networks.  And maybe they could censor the print media within their borders.  And the social media companies, too.  And maybe they could build some of those "beautiful walls" which Trump made so popular.  Walls separating New Red America from the states on either side.  Big walls.  Walls big enough to keep out those who choose to live in either Coastal area.  

Especially folks like San Fran Nan Pelosi.  

Maybe it's just time to realize that the Coastal types do not, and will not, ever agree with us about God and guns and religion and Gummint and abortion and taxes and freedom.  Maybe they're just A-okay with having people take away their freedoms, one at a time, little by little, like that proverbial frog in a pot of lukewarm water...just waiting for the heat to be turned up.  To boiling.  But those in the middle of the Country are not among those folks.  

And never will be...

French Laundry: Update...

I don't usually do updates.  But this one's just too juicy to ignore...

You'll recall I pulled back the curtain for you on our Boy Guv's trip to the now infamous French Laundry.  The French Laundry is perhaps our very finest, and most expensive restaurant, and one at which I would dearly liked to have experienced personally.  3 Michelin stars since 2007, it has, and deserves every one of them, we're told.  And California's Governor Gavin Newsom, along with who we now know to be 22 of his very best friends, all lobbyists for the California Medical Association, dined out in splendor and luxury a couple of weeks past.

It was originally reported by his crowd to be only10 guests, but we now know that was also a lie.

But what I found of interest is that the wine ticket for this little dinner party was...wait for it...$15,000!

Now, as a certified lecturer on all things wine, and as someone who has put away far more of this God-given stuff that perhaps any other mortal living, I'd like to tell you it takes a lot of wine to equal $15,000!  Unless, of course, it is ordered up and imbibed at a watering hole of such legendary accomplishments as this.

Newsom was invited to this little soiree by his friends in the CMA to celebrate a lobbyist buddy's birthday.  And we now know, as I reported, that Newsom attended this dinner in direct violation of his own executive orders.  "Okay for me, but not for thee," says Newsom.  But it gets worse.  The per-person average ticket to eat at this pleasure palace is over $1,000.  And that does not include the wine.  Whoa boy, does it ever not include the wine!  Hang on and you'll find out why that's an important line item missing from news that's been so far reported.

Now, whether there were only 10 guests at this Caligula-style, wretched excess feeding or 22, $15 Grand worth of wine divided back through the number of diners is still a whole lot of wine!  That's over $700 per person!  And I don't care what each bottle cost!  (Actually I do, as it was over $850 per bottle!).  And from what we're told, the guests, including Newsom, drove themselves home.  Seems to me a bunch of DUI's was missed by our Boys in Blue.  Who most likely sheparded him home...

And then there's the question of who paid for this wine.  And the dinner.  We know that California law prohibits an elected official from receiving more than $10 per month in gifts.  And no more than $500 in aggregate in any one year (how many sips of $850 per bottle wine does it take to equal $500?).  So if he didn't pay for the dinner, and we're told the CA Med Assn. did, then he's guilty of receiving graft.  And he's therefore proven to be corrupt.  Of course we all knew that, but now we have the proof...

And once again, there were no masks worn.  By anyone.  We know.  We have photos.  And there was no effort to "socially distance."  Each diner was cheek by jowl, laughing it up.  Laughing so loud, we're told, that the restaurant's other guests complained and the management had to close the doors to the private room in which they were dining.  A room.  Indoors.  Not outdoors, as they first told us.  Another lie.  Surprise!

So, fellow Californians, our governor told us all to stay home, to socially-distance, to wear masks, even indoors, and be to damned happy his orders weren't even more draconian.  And he dined out, with his wife, and another 20 guests, indoors, at a restaurant, where the likely $40,000 bill for food and wine was paid for by a lobbyist.  Illegally.

I recall a time when our elected leaders tried to hide their graft and corruption.  No longer, it seems.  We're just that stupid, it seems...

Awwwwww...

You know who I feel sorry for?  The so-called "MainStreamMedia," that's who.

Those poor schlubs have been doing "Orange Man Bad" non-stop, 24/7 for nigh on to five years now.  Nothing else.  Just Trump Bad.  All day.  All night.  For Five. Full. Years.  

First, Trump was a Russian spy.  Incredulously, they seemed to believe that they could make America believe that Donald J. Trump, (in)famous raconteur, man-about-town, philanderer, builder of hotels, golf courses, casinos and brands, reality TV star and dedicated Democrat for more than 40 years, was a - gulp! - Russian spy!  In the pocket of Putin, they said.  Yeah, sure.  

The ABC/NBC/CBS/CNN/MSNBC/PBS/NPR blow-dried, bed-wetting crowd hippppmotizzzed themselves into believing that Trump could not possibly have won in 2016, against deeply-flawed, universally despised, inveterate liar and screaming harpy Hillary Clinton, without Russian assistance.  Or assistance from SOMEbody!  No way he could have convinced America to vote for him against a proven liar with a voice like fingernails on a blackboard without Vladamir's help.  No way...

So they built their entire daily programming around and against Trump.  Everything they did was designed to turn America against him, and everyone who represented him.  And everyone who might vote for him.  And business was good.  Their ratings were stupendous, and their ad revenue soared.  

But then, lightning stuck.  The Mueller Report exonerated Trump.  Mueller spent two and one-half years and $40 Million of our tax dollars an effort to run Trump out of office.  He was unsuccessful.  So the "MSM" then had a hard decision to face; apologize to their audiences for having lied to them for 3+ years, and promise to do better in the future, or just keep on shoveling out the lies and the bullshi*t to their believe-anything audiences.  

They chose the latter.

And then it was impeachment time!  The "MSM" slavishly reported on the trial as it unfolded.  Every day brought another breathless accounting of just how mean and nasty Trump really is.  Months were wasted as they scorched Trump all day every day.  For a phone call!  To Ukraine, of all things!  You may recall that a Chinese Wuhan Coronavirus pandemic was raging outside the Capitol Dome, yet the Congress - with the help from their friends in the "MSM" - preferred to spend their time on destroying Trump.  On running him out of town on a rail.  Perhaps they were all worried he might win reelection so they had to dirty him up a little...

How prescient of them...

But now, the Election is over.  It seems that our Orange Man has been defeated by a scrawny old coot who's biggest challenge may now well be dodging Karmela's efforts to unseat him.  So while Biden putters around the Rose Garden, looking over his shoulder continuously, the "MSM" will be busying itself in an effort to try and find somebody else to blame...for everything.  But I predict that for the next several months, at least, no matter what happens, it will still be Trump's fault.  Pay attention.  You will learn.  It Will Still Be Trump's Fault! 

NoKo no longer making nice?  Trump's fault.

Manufacturers heading on back to China?  Trump's fault.

Black-clad "Antifa" and "Black Lives Matter" hellions still burning and looting?  Trump's fault.

The "rich" still unwilling to pay their "fair share?"  Trump's fault.

Fearful folks still buying guns in droves?"  Trump's fault.

Unemployment rate heading skyward?  Trump's fault.

Virus still uncontained?  Trump's fault.  

Iran not universally disarming?  Trump's fault.  

Israel still building settlements in the Golan?  Trump's fault.  

Climate still "changing?"  Trump's fault.

Everything even remotely negative, all Trump's fault.  You get the idea...

But while the "MSM" and the raging harpies who've been nipping at Trump's heels waste their time in such a futile effort, I predict Trump will be working overtime to try and put a hole in their collective boats.  And whether or not he ultimately wins this particular contest, and it just might be best for the Democrats if he did, he will still be a turd in their punchbowls for the foreseeable future.  But while they're still doing their best to blame him for everything, including all of Biden's screwups, he'll be hiding in the bushes just waiting for any chance to throw rocks at them.  With nothing... NOTHING...to stop him.  And more than 74 Million Angry Voters still believing that this Election was stolen from them.  And they are the ones will all the guns... 

And you and I and everybody else will be able to sit back and watch it unfold.  And it will be glorious.  And pay attention here Netflix, it will all be free! 

So Here's The Plan...

You've heard by now that the governors of several states, and a few mayors, and a bunch of city council members, and perhaps a Forest Ranger or two, have arbitrarily - and some would say unconstitutionally - decided to try and limit the number of guests their citizens may invite to Thanksgiving Day Dinner.

Ummmm, what?  Is nothing sacred anymore?  Limiting the number of guests to T-Day Dinner?  Our most family-important holiday?  One governor even ordered family members in excess of six not to attend the festivities.  And our Boy Guv, Gavin Newsom, famous frequenter of the tony French Laundry restaurant, has even ordered us, his peons, not only to wear masks indoors and to the dinner table, but to replace those masks between bites.

Can you say "dumbass?"

Seems to me these are the same sort of busybody troublemakers who wind up on your HOA board and try and fine you for having bushes too high or flying the American Flag.

Has there been any directives yet on how we should wipe our collective arses and the number of sheets of toilet paper we may use?  Just asking...

I dunno' about you, but I don't cotton to people telling me what to do.  Especially when they have no right to do so.  Americans are like that.  I'm like that.  We enjoying being free, and we get our hackles all up when some bozo decides to try and invade our privacy and order us around.  Not a good idea.  And the Governor of the once-Golden State of California has no right to tell me, or anyone, how many folks I can invite to dinner.  Any dinner.  Anytime.  Ever.  Got it?  Okay.

We are adults, Boy Guv.  Stay out of our business and leave us alone.  And while you're at it, you might wish to review a copy of the 1st Amendment.  Especially the part about guaranteeing "...the right of the people to peacefully assemble."

So.  Here's my suggested plan in the event there's an errant policeman or highway patrolman or HOA board member or two who's ordered to your house to arrest you for over-serving.  If you see them coming to your front door to investigate, and count guests, and collect the bird and the side dishes and the dinnerware, so as to write you up for violating the law (Oregon's Guv Kate Brown declared up to a $1,250 fine and a year in jail!), I suggest you turn the tables on them.  A couple of your designated guests sneak out the back door, go around the house, and proceed to set fire to their patrol cars.  It's not hard, really.  Just pour a little kerosene on the roof and hood and trunk and light the match.  They will go up in a glorious, civil disobedience-sort of way.  And when the coppers run out the front door screaming at you, just hold up your pre-made signs.  Tell them it's a protest against our ham-handed, authoritarian gummint and it'll all be okay.

If you have any problems with this, just ask any "Black Lives Matters" follower and they'll show you how to burn down police cars.  They're really good at it...

So when the gendarmes try and arrest you, just tell them that yours is the very same sort of protest that's permitted legions of black-clad goons to burn down cities for months.  And loot, and pillage, and plunder, and hurt cops.  And cause $Billions of Dollars of damage.  And for which not a Goddammed thing has happened.  Not a criminal found guilty.  And all you have to do is emulate their actions and neither will you.   

And even if you were, they would immediately release you from jail to avoid unnecessary Killer Virus contamination. 

If this looks and feels like an SNL comedy skit, it is...  

Think back.  Has anyone, anywhere, so far, been arrested and tried and convicted of burning a police car?  Any of the hundreds of them?  Or convenience stores?  Or anywhere else for that matter?  This has happened over and over again in dozens of Democrat-led cities.  Think hard.  I think you'll get it.  It seems they can arrest you for a house-full of turkey and overstuffed guests, but not for destroying cop cars and burning down jewelry stores.  Which the taxpayers will have to replace.  Which includes...you.

Is America a (once) great place, or what?  

The French Laundry...

(NOTE:  My spellcheck disappeared.  Just like that, it magically went away.  And I can't find it, either.  I never was all that technologically competent, so I go forward not knowing whether my most dogged attempts at spelling everything correctly will work; they may not.  But if they don't, just remember, you can't beat the price...)

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You've no doubt by now heard about our Boy Guv's pricey little birthday party dinner he held at Napa's most celebrated, and America's most expensive, restaurant.

Yes, he, San Fran Nan Pelosi's nephew, and J. Paul Getty's Godson, and the once-Golden State's Governor, is the very same guy who ordered us, his plebes, his serfs, his unwashed peons, to go home and stay there.  No little gettogethers, no parties, no Thanksgiving dinners of more than ten, even if it's with your own family. 

Yet, like many politicians, he decided that his rules don't apply to him.  Or his wife or family.  He decided to attend a birthday party for a long-time lobbyist and friend at Napa's famous French Laundry restaurant.  And by famous, I mean FAMOUS!

How famous is it?  The French Laundry has owned its 3 Michelin stars since 2007.  It is generally considered America's finest restaurant.  And whether it is or not, it is most assuredly our most EXPENSIVE restaurant.  If you can get reservations, and that's a big IF, you can expect to pay up to $1,000 a person to taste their apparently wonderful food.  And I say "apparently" because I've as yet not had the chance to eat there.

But I once tried.  And this unassuming little posting will tell that story...

My dearly departed wife Elaine and I decided to celebrate our wedding anniversary with a Napa splurge.  We made reservations at the gilt-edged Silverado Golf and Country Club for a four day-three night vacay to end all vacays.  And we arrived filled with expectations of great food and even greater wine.  We checked into our suite ($500 per night...and that was 15 years ago!) around 4:00 p.m., dropped off our bags and headed off to try and score a great meal at the world-famous French Laundry.  As foodies, we'd heard great things about this famous place and were looking forward to experiencing it, and a number of other Wine Country restaurants.  But getting a reservation there was nigh on to impossible!  I know, I had tried.  For the weeks leading up to our vacation.  But I figured if we got there at the exact moment it opened, which was 5:00 p.m. on weekdays, we might be able to sneak in and snag a meal before all the big stuff started happening.  Great plan, huh?

We pulled up in front of the French Laundry at 4:45 early on a Thursday evening.  Door locked, nobody in this tiny little town within blocks.  We went around to the rear.  The restaurant backs up to a set of train tracks and a dusty lot.  We parked and walked up to the door.  It was locked also.  There, carefully hung next to the door, was a copy of that day's menu.  We read it voraciously.  It was a thing of beauty.  "Long Island Duckling With Cherry Confit" this, and Braised Elk Shank in Lobster Sauce" that.  And the Special of the Day was a tasting menu of nine items for "only" $175.00.  And that was two decades ago!  Gulp!  Our mouths were watering.  And my wallet was shrinking.  

Turns out the now $350 per person menu at Newsom's little dinner on November 18th featured "Wolfe Ranch White Quail "Presse," which could have been upgraded to "Rolled Risotto 'Agnolotti'" for "only" an additional $175.00.  

You could also upgrade your "Herb Roasted Elysian Fields Farm Lamb" for the penultimate "Japanese Wagyu 'Poele'" for an additional $100.

Wine?  Sure.  The white wine starts at $35.00 per glass.  Bottles start at $150.  And if you'd care to bring in your own bottle, they'll charge you $175.00 to open it for you.  Which takes about one minute.  Ummm, yeah.  Apparently I went to the wrong school.

Anyway, my nose was pressed up against the door glass on that day long, long ago.  The lights were off and nobody was yet stirring.  Except a guy in a chef's coat who I could see walking around in the shadows.  I tapped on the door.  Lightly.  He came our way and opened the door, just a crack.  "Yes, can I help you,?" he asked?  "Sure," I said, "We're here for dinner.  Can you seat us?"  He asked, "Do you have a reservation?" without even looking at us.  I said "Unfortunately, no, but I was hoping you could sneak us in before the rush starts."  He burst out laughing.  A full-on belly laugh.  The suddenness of his doing so caught us off guard.  He laughed long and hard and in a way that made us to know that we had asked a really stupid and ridiculous question, which we should never have asked, and if we had any couth at all we wouldn't have, and that we should probably get our car and go back to whatever little redneck village that had spawned us.  Oh, and never return.

I asked again, "But can't you just seat us, over in a corner somewhere?  We'd be gone in like 20 minutes.  We'll sit at the bar.  We've been so looking forward to experiencing your wonderful food.  You can serve us anything you wish."  He laughed again.  Harder this time.  And then he said, "Don't you know that if the word got out I'd fed someone who didn't go through our reservation process, our reputation in the restaurant community here would be shot?"  

I frankly didn't know what to say.  And as a salesman, that's saying something.  I was expecting this guy to say anything but that.  Anything but that his reputation would be ruined with the locals if he didn't crap on people just like the entire Napa winery and restaurant and hotel community does, Every. Single. Day.  Anything but stooping to feed a couple of hungry tourists, for waaaaay too much money, even though there was not another human in the entire restaurant, would ruin his vaunted reputation among his oh-so-cool peers.  

And so I came to know I wasn't going to be able to cross this off item off my Bucket List.  Upon leaving I asked him his name.  He said "Herman Keller."  The owner.  The owner had blown us off.  The owner apparently was do damn rich, and so damn successful, and so damn full of himself, that he no longer felt the need to serve a couple of hungry customers.

Which is why he got into the business in the first place.

Keller didn't know who we were that day, nor did he ask.  He didn't care.  But I can tell you I've made it my business to tell anyone I can, every time I can, ever since, that if they are hungry for some really fine food, and even if they have a pocket full of cash to pay for it, please take that money someplace else.  The French Laundry doesn't deserve your patronage.  It doesn't deserve your favoritism.  It doesn't deserve your time or attention.

As I'm wrapping up this little trip down memory lane, I'd like to say, screw the French Laundry.  And also, screw Herman Keller.  And while we're at it, screw our Boy Guv, especially for having the temerity to try and tell you and me what to do with our plebian lives while doing the exact opposite.  And to all my friends and neighbors, wash your hands, like you were taught to do in the 2nd grade, wear a mask when necessary, even though you don't want to, and stay six (6) feet apart from others.  

Remember, the Chinese Wuhan Killer Coronavirus can only travel 5 feet...

A Word to the Wise...

I remember indelibly the day Barack Hussein Obama was elected President of the United States.

Like it was yesterday.  No, this morning.  Twenty minutes ago...

As an inveterate entrepreneur, businessman, news watcher and history buff (and also someone who will be "identifying" as Black if reparations are embraced by the incoming Administration), I'd followed Barack Hussein Obama's meteoric career since he ran for the Illinois State Senate way back in the early 2000's.  As such, I knew that he was a hardened socialist delivered in a pleasing-to-some, traditional Democrat Party wrapper.  I knew he'd been groomed by dedicated, hardened socialists (Frank Marshall?  George Soros?), dead-set on overthrowing our capitalist system, and was ready to unleash his substantial "gifts" upon America.  And I knew he was on record as saying if he ever got the chance he'd eliminate the 2nd Amendment and our rights to firearm ownership.  

Look it up.  The video's on YouTube...

I therefore actively supported Mitt Romney back then even though I was not, and am not, a Romney fan.  Romney's a Milquetoast-ian squish who gives me the creeps, but he was better than an inveterate liar and socialist schemer.  Sort of like people voted for Trump because they didn't like Hil(liar)y.  They didn't like her a whole lot.  Same thing.

Like the man said, "My enemy's enemy...is my friend."

Anyway, I was crestfallen.  Downtrodden.  Angry.  Depressed.  Pissed off.  Near suicidal.  And so was about half the Country.  Sort of like now.  About half of us voted for Romney, hoping - praying - that Obama would lose.  They didn't get their wish.  Or prayer.  And so they had a choice.  We all had a choice: "Option One:"  go on with our lives, keeping our heads down, hoping for the best, girding our loins for the worst; or "Option Two:" taking it to the streets, rioting, looting, burning, stealing, breaking things, hurting people and setting fires.  

Actually, there was no "Option Two" for us.*  We Republicans and Conservatives have never done that and would never do that.  We don't burn down our homes and businesses.  So we chose the former.  To America's benefit.**

Now?  Because Trump won the General Election in 2016, some of the half of the Country that voted against him chose "Option 2."  We now know that Clinton hired a former British spy to create a bogus dossier in an effort to create a fake Russian collusion rumor against Trump.  She did this so she could sidestep responsibility for having a non-Government computer server, and destroying some 33,000 Government-owned emails she was under a Congressional subpoena to deliver, for which she remains legally culpable.  This is all true, BTW.  And to also try and destroy first Trump's candidacy, and then his Presidency.

Sort of like now. 

And recently released data indicates that both Obama and Biden were not only aware of this nefarious scheme, but approved it.  Yes they did.  And because the so-called "MainStreamMedia" manages to keep the truth from an enormous percentage of our unenlightened population, through never before seen censorship, this little "secret" remains so.

The Democrat National Committee, and our "MSM," helped try and elect Clinton.  And the Democrats have done everything in their power, aided by their lap dog Media-types, to include impeaching him, in an effort to mount a coup.  A way of forcing Trump from office.  Sort of like now.

And when that didn't work, and as we headed into the next General Election, some of those same Biden's Voters, to include "Antifa," and "Black Lives Matters," started setting fire to 48 Democrat-led cities and counties throughout America.  They looted, and burned, and destroyed businesses, and government buildings, and churches, and statues everywhere.  And they hurt and killed cops.  And they are continuing to do so as this is written...

So when we Republican and Conservative voters lost to Obama, we went on home and licked our wounds.  Through bitter tears we hoped, "Better luck next time."

But when Democrat and socialist and Marxist and communist voters lost, they decided to try and destroy America.  And keep on trying to destroy it unless and until either Trump left office, or Biden won.  And in that case, even, there's no reason at all to suspect they might stop; they like breaking things and hurting people!  That's because they're anarchists!  We know that.  You know that.  THEY know that...

Apparently the only ones who don't know that are the limp-wristed, bed-wetting, blow-dried, nearly hysterical talking heads on the Left-wing TV channels (which is to say most TV channels).  They keep trying to lie to us about the level and degree of rioting.  They hope we won't notice.  They hope we won't notice that Portland is on fire.  And Seattle.  And Rochester, Minnesota.  What a bunch of commie pukes!

So I, The Chuckmeister, am ready to sign off.  With this message:  I'm not worried about "Biden Voters" and their efforts to destroy America.  And I'm not worried about "Trump Voters" and whether they'll accept the (certified) results of this Election.  So long as it's legal, and can be proven so, Trump Voters will, just like always, accept the results and go on home.  Back to the pharmacy, or the convenience store, or the Chevy dealership, or the lumberyard.  Just like they have after every single election that's preceded it for more than 240 years. 

But if attempts to steal this Election through bogus ballots, and ballot harvesting, and ballot stuffing are permitted to continue, unabated, I'm of the opinion that the 74,000,000 folks who voted for The Donald will not accept the results.  Never.  And it won't be very long before the Patriots who have been waiting in the wings decide to band together and take to the streets.  For the very first time since 1775.  And when that happens, to the twenty-something White kids who are trying to escape boredom by destroying stuff, you'd best go on home to your momma's  basement.  Go now.  It's gonna' get reeel,  reeeeel soon...

*    A great friend, Geoff West, helped me through my own personal angst and agony back then by suggesting I start a blog.  Thanks Geoff!  You, fellow Pilgrims, are witnessing the results of that suggestion...

**   We adhere to that old admonition, "You don't sh*t where you eat."

You've Really Stepped in it Now!

If things proceed as now seems likely, Donald J. Trump will soon be shown the door.  And those who sent him packing will soon be subjected to his unmitigated wrath.  Whoa boy!  Gird your loins!  It's time for battle!

I mean, you had him right where you wanted him; tightly contained within the White House, and that Southern White House of his, and the Plane and the Helicopter.  Contained.  Cheap price to pay, I'd say...  

And he couldn't do too much damage, either.  Oh, a few executive orders here and there, and a few political rallies here and there, but that's about all.  As we all know, with San Fran Nan Pelosi in charge of the House, no meaningful legislation could be passed.  So The Donald was all boxed in.  Divided gummint.  The People seem to like that.  

But then just over half of you it appears decided to vote against your common interests and elect a scrawny old coot whose elevator doesn't go to the top floor.  I know, I know, the other guy's Orange Man Bad.  People hate him.  Because, ummm, they've been told to do so.  By their masters on Google.  And Yahoo.  And Twitter.  And Facebook.  And maybe the Huffpo.  And if they say it, it just musssst be so...  

But now the Trumpster can flit around unimpeded on his $100 Million Dollar jet, living in his enormous mansion, gathering up donations like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, giving speeches to adoring crowds, and prepping for his run in 2024.  Or a chosen surrogate's run.  Since he more or less owns the GOP, his choice.  You turned him loose so he could do that.  Whereas he had a job to do before, his only job now will be to cause you grief and to prep for his reelection.  Picture it.  

The so-called "MainStreamMedia" launched a full frontal attack against him 5 years ago and it has yet to subside.  Turns out "Orange Man Bad" all day and all night was a good programming scam.  Just demonize Trump as a lecher and a traitor and a fool and a dumbass and ratings among the unenlightened and uninitiated will soar!  And they did!  I mean, why actually commit the act of journalism and actually look for stories to report when you can just pass along crap to your room temperature-I.Q. viewers?  But the MSM folks really played a huge part in smearing Trump, as did the pollsters, most of which are owned by those same MSM lords and masters!  

And they, plus their good buds in Silicon Valley, and the Entertainment Industry, and colleges and universities everywhere, and the majority of the House of Representatives, and the Democrat National Committee, and it seems the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, the DNI and the National Park Service have finally scored a win!  Barely!  

But by doing so you've sprung Him from his gilded cage.  Just like the final scenes in Jurassic Park, where some dufus leaves the latch to a gate open and a Velociraptor is unleashed (unleashed!  Get It?  Knew you would...), you've turned The Donald loose.  Loose to accept an already-offered talk and news show on NEWSMAX.  Loose to form a new cable and digital TV news and radio empire to rival Fox and CNN put together.  Loose to start, or buy and grow, a Twitter-like competitor.  Which would launch on Day One with 74 Million prospective viewers, or just about double all the other guys, put together.  And via a public offering Trump could swap shares in this new venture for ownership of NEWSMAX and OANN and Parler and Mewe anything else he fancies, further growing his empire and padding his potential viewership, all without forcing him to reach in his fat wallet even one time.  They will have turned him loose.  

Loose to start a new political action committee and raise $Billions of Dollars with which to influence the 2022 election.  And then the 2024 election.  With him in it, perhaps.  He would be 78, of course, JUST ABOUT THE SAME AGE AS BIDEN IS NOW, so no complaints about his age.  And he's a spry old geezer.  He's like the Energizer Bunny, which the DNC and the Biden Administration will come to loath with all their granite hearts.  Bet on it.  He'll be a ball and chain around their ankles for the next four years.  He'll be like a doberman nipping at their Gucci-clad loafers.  Just like they've been doing to him for the past four.  Turn about is fair play, right?  

You've demonized Trump in the worst way.  You've accused him of being responsible for fires, for floods, for hurricanes, and tornadoes, and cyclones, and the "poor" economy, and rampant, systemic racism, and treason, and climate change, and now the pandemic.  Even Slow Joe accused him of being personally responsible for every single one of those 230,000 deaths.  Yeah, right...

But whaddaya gonna' do now?  Who ya' gonna' blame now?  Huh, punk?  Who ya' gonna' blame when the virus isn't contained, or the economy tanks, or somebody attacks us, or "racism" isn't cured, or the climate isn't changed...back, or nobody is paying back those student loans, or millions of new, once-illegal aliens are living in your backyard?  Won't be Trump.  He'll be living in his Palm Beach mansion, with his supermodel wife, sitting on the throne of RNC power, without any responsibility...lemme' repeat that...without any responsibility, or oversight, at all, eating cheeseburgers and fries and drinking milkshakes without the N. Y. Slimes taking his portly picture.

So you've unleashed the modern-day Godzilla, who will stomp all over your parade.  You just watch.  It will be better than anything on Netflix...