Ron’s weekly rant.
For decades now I’ve said that I don’t trust any politicians, that they all seem to jump into the arena for good reasons with fine ethics and noble intent but that they toe-up and latch-on to the party line, becoming pork pushers within a year or so to ensure their re-election.
That, of course, is one of the prime factors in the Trump phenomenon – he warn’t no polytishun, and bein obscenely wealthy wasn’t susceptible to the ol’ get-rich-on-gummint-corruption virus.
Still don’t partic’lary like Trump, mostly because much of what he’s done in his adult life is characteristic of spoiled egotists, AND his self-destructive addiction to Twittersnark and street-talk sarcasm and humiliation chutzpah.
BUT . . . that’s what he is – as Michael Corleone tells his bastard nephew Vincent, “It’s your nature.” And if he DIDN’T jab at the pissants on Twitter, he’d never get his point out because of the filters and spinners and resisters in the MSM twisting and editing and ridiculing his every word and deed.
For example, the latest conspiracy theory (on MSNBCyesterday) is that the whole Singapore summit thing is just a red herring to distract average people from the (road-to-nowhere) Russian “collusion” investigation:
“This is not just a meeting about foreign policy, this is about Donald Trump’s political survival. He has said to friends that he plans on taking a win in North Korea to the voters. That’s their midterm message; that’s all they’ve got,” MSNBC host Nicolle Wallace said.
J. H. F. C. !!!
In other words, we have a sitting president flying halfway across the world to try to negotiate some kind of rational end to the NorKor nuke threat – which NO previous administration has been able to do because they wouldn’t meet directly with the twerp tyrants – and all the left can come up with is “Fuck Trump!” and “It’s all about GOP re-election!”
The radical left, the De Niros, Waterses, Behars, et al., have apparently pushed the Q-tip in way too far and contaminated the few barely cogent brain cells they still have with the narcotic effect of “It’s Hillary’s turn” and “Hands-up/Don’t-shoot!” and “Russia! Russia! Russia!” mythologies.
Waters’s cheese has undeniably slid plumb off the cracker, and Hillary is the nightmare that won’t go away. Trumpophobia is an insidious disease, a modern-day plague that converts gray matter into stale cauliflower with a generous helping of what-IS-this-shit! sauce.
But . . . what do I know? – I’m just a country boy who fully realizes that he’ll NEVER get the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth from gubmint. No matter who’s behind that Resolute Desk, there will always be hand-wringers and conspiracy-theorists and editors and sigh-and-pontificators who will resist him and “journalists” who will attack him because of the publish-or-perish imperative.
DJT, despite his 70-something age and experience, despite his bidness acumen, despite his natural immunity to blackmail and/or bribery, is basically the equivalent of an adolescent president trying to run an undermanned renegade administration still in an embryonic state because Congress won’t approve his appointees.
The frothing-at-the-mouth anti-Trumpers would like nothing better than for Phat Kim to humiliate the PotUS on the international stage and the country to plunge into a deep recession so that we can get rid of the unconventional Noo Yawk swashbuckler and install a socialist or a communist (preferably with a Spanish surname) tranny in the Oval Office. Then finally we could all feast on the rich and get everything for free.
Yeah, it was fun while it lasted . . . those Happy Days when all we had to worry about was polio and instant nuclear extinction and why Elvis had to swivel his hips like that. Them days is gone now, tho . . . forever. The dichotomy is permanent; the chasm is unbridgeable.
To paraphrase Pogo, We have met the enemy and it is cultural Marxism, sanctuary cities, and gender fluidity.
