Finally gonna see the wound doctor today. Changed the dressing last night and the sore looks pretty good, at least to me. It’s really fun trying to change a dressing on one’s butt. Since I haven’t been writing stuff lately, here’s sumpin’ from Ron on Fauxcahontas.
O.K. Barring serious health issues or being carried off by drug-crazed Boko Haram freedom fighters, Shrillary is the de facto DNC candidate for the next genelec. At this moment, only the Gaffemeister and Fauxcahontas offer any credible opposition to Her Filthiness’s wearing the mantle and collecting the funds.
Liz Warren has stated definitively that she isn’t in the race, and I believe her simply because she’s no match for the Clintoon machine, and she knows it. But we must never underestimate the power of stupidity in large groups of left-wingers. And, the Hildebeast has had some minor health problems in the last few years.
Ergo, just so that you’re prepared in case Hellary finally succumbs to a sustained fit of apoplectic profanity and rides her broom off into oblivion, here is a summary bio of the DNC’s next-best shot at the title in ’16:
Elizabeth Warren made her initial appearance in Oklahoma City on 22 June 1949. She emerged following three previous children, all boys, who were sons of Pauline and Donald “Red” Herring. A portent in the making there if ever I saw one.
Red thought about that and soon had a heart attack. Pauline had to work in the mail-order boiler room at Sears to feed the kids, so at the age of 13 Liz tried waiting tables at her aunt’s greasy spoon. It didn’t really help much.
In high school Liz Herring joined the state champion debate team while nobody was looking. When she was 16, she’d had enough of high school and somehow managed to enroll in GWU as a scholarship student, an odd thing since political correctness and equal opportunity quotas for minorities hadn’t even been invented yet. (She’s part Cherokee, y’know.)
After two years there, her hormones took over and she started having babies with Jim Warren, a math nerd for NASA. After moving with him to Texas, she procured a degree from U of H, making her the first of her litter to get one. A life-long yearning for ivory towers and an abiding love for socialism were now firmly established.
Later, continuing her meander through altruistic academia, she tried to help disabled children in the public school system. Statistics on the quality of her success with her work are not known. Nevertheless, with her degree from Houston as leverage, she got her hands on a Juris Doctor from Rutgers and became, what else, a lawyer. Are there any Democrats in either house of Congress who aren’t lawyers? Excepting, of course, those whose licenses have been rescinded or allowed to expire to avoid investigation, a la Mooch.
Liz became a stay-at-home lawyer, but didn’t particularly appreciate her husband’s living there, so she divorced him so that she could experience first-hand the meaning of life for the typical middle-class single-mother first wife. Quickly realizing that divorce and go-nowhere employment were inextricably linked and often led to bankruptcy, she refocused her attention on business law and hardship cases, particularly women, elderly, and the habitually poor.
Finally understanding the writing on the wall, she then married a Harvard law professor, Bruce Mann. Not especially happy with being called “Mann,” she couldn’t decide whether to take his name or go back to her maiden name, so she flipped a coin, which rolled into a suspicious rabbit hole beneath the porch, which she took as a sign, so she kept the name Warren.
For several years, the couple roamed aimlessly around the country peddling their populist advice to unsuspecting rubes. She plied her trade at the U of T, U of M, and U of P. While in Massachussets at Harvard, she advised the National Bankruptcy Review Commission and testified against Congressional plans to limit consumers’ ability to file for bankruptcy. Congress won and she lost.
Next, in 2008 she somehow talked Harry Reid into giving her the job of Chair of the Congressional Oversight Panel monitoring the Troubled Asset Relief Program (TARP). Her work on that bailout effort involving nearly a trillion dollars got her noticed, but no one knows exactly why since the program was fraught with waste, abuse, fraud, and appallingly bad decision-making while she was in oversight.
In 2011, she got involved in the Dodd-Frank financial reform legislation. When she couldn’t get the job as head of the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau, she quit in the face of Republican opposition to her socialist policies. Naturally, with those bona fides and credentials, Obama immediately appointed her his special assistant.
Later that year, Warren decided to run for the Massachusetts Senate against incumbent Republican Scott Brown. In an informal-style video, she appealed to Marxists and other parasites that roads and education and police protection and nearly everything in America is paid for by taxes. Her major point centered on the idea that people can’t do anything without government, and government can’t do anything without taxes, and the social contract we operate on is to reserve a big chunk of our income for future generations, or some similar such Alinsky twaddle.
But next she picked up the nickname “Fauxcahontas” for declaring that she had Cherokee heritage, despite the fact that no one could find any proof of that anywhere, even a legitimate Cherokee genealogist. As with Democrats everywhere, she spun her way out of the lie saying that although she DID receive special notice for that heritage, “I never sought nor gained personal benefit [. . .] based on my heritage,” clearly implying that her personal achievements alone gained her tenure at Harvard along with various chairmanships. Right!
In June 2012, Warren became the Democrat nominee against Brown. The race was close, and as late as September Brown had a 5-point lead. But after she became a keynote speaker at the DNC in Charlotte, N.C., proclaiming Democrats as the party of the middle class and the only ones who can bring about economic and government reforms, she won the election to the US Senate. Taxachusetts, remember? Kennedy?
Elizabeth Warren hasn’t functioned outside the halls of acadaeme since working in her aunt’s Mexican restaurant when back when she was 13. Though growing up poor during one of America’s most prosperous eras under a Republican administration in the 50s, she has never experienced the real world and would govern much the same as a high-school student-council member.
She is a hard-left-wing socialist who would run out of other people’s money and then blame the subsequent problems on her predecessor, just as all Democrats tend to do. Her strengths are bloviating and then spinning or denying her way out of the mess, much the same as our current SecState and his predecessor have done. She is a carrier of the hopenchange virus and thoroughly contaminated by the Valjar toxin.
Warren doesn’t have the political chops or the fiscal chits to call in for a meaningful run at the presidency, and she knows that. Of course neither did Barack Hussein Soetoro when he first entered the race race at Oprah’s beckon. Warren is a textbook case study of textbook cases, lefter than a Clintoon and blinder than a Sharpieton.
Consider just these few words: Democrat, Massachusetts, Fauxcahontas, Jarrett, Obama, Harvard, professor, and lawyer. Now ask yourself if that is what this country needs at this particular time in history.
