The following is a paid political announcement. Yo! We spent today celebrating Teri’s 29th birthday. For the past 32 consecutive year. You do the math. You know, with Teri’s birthday, I hadn’t planned on posting today, but like pearls before swine, the silly bastards just keep dumping these necklaces in my lap.
I’m walking on Cloud Nine. I can’t stop laughing over the fact that the Democrats pulled a fast one and forced the entire 944-page budget bill to be verbally read into the official Senate record.Hell, I’ve read 900+ page Tim Clancy novels, and as much as I love Jack Ryan, things do drag after a while. This has to be like Chinese water torture. Good on ’em!
But in a repeat segment of last night’s 11th Hour with Stephanie Ruhle, Something really snagged my attention. In the segment, Nevada journalistic legend Jon Ralston knocked me on my fat ass. He related that it was only 6-7 weeks ago, Waikiki Barbie, DNI Tulsi Gabbard, appeared in front of Congress and stated that by their best intelligence assessment, Iran was nowhere close to creating a bomb, and by the available evidence wasn’t even working on one! After Traitor Tot shot his missile wad, he was directly confronted by the media for this apparent contradiction. The answer was pure Trumpian, What do I care what she says. I don’t listen to her!
And then Jon Ralston knocked the scales from my eyes. He went on to state that, In any other credible presidential administration in American history, one of two things would have happened. Either Tulsi Gabbard would immediately be fired as a feckless and incompetent DNI, or Trump would be getting grilled alive over an open fire.
Just think about that for a moment. Imagine a reporter, on camera saying something like, Excuse me Mr. President, but only a few weeks ago, your own hand picked DNI, testified under oath to congress that according not only to our own best intelligence, but the best information from allies who share information with us, that not only was Iran not almost immediately capable of creating a nuclear warhead, they weren’t even working on creating a nuclear warhead. And yet you found it both expedient as well as necessary to launch a preemptive missile strike against their nuclear facilities. What was the rationale behind that, sir?
Jon Ralston nailed it. In no previous sane administration would this bullsh*t have been tolerated. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Back in the 1980’s, while preparing for a White House speech, then President Ronald Reagan accidentally quipped to the press corp over a hot mic, I have just signed an Executive Order outlawing Russia. The bombers take off in 10 minutes. The fallout from that misguided attempt at humor almost started an international crisis.
And then it hit me like a lightening bolt. El Pendejo Presidente keeps getting away with this sh*t for the simple reason that after all these long years, we’ve come to expect nothing more from him and his acorn academy administration. After all, it really doesn’t do any good to ask a 4-year-old why he flushed the Irish lace tablecloth down the toilet. He’s sure he had a good reason.
And this is the problem. Both as a populace, as well as a free and independent press, we have surrendered to the forces of imbecilic incompetence. We have blithely accepted the fact that the Emperor Numbus Nuttus regime is an asylum being run by 1,000 bastard Freddie Krueger’s. Their motto is the old Charlie Manson quote, No sense makes sense.
And it’s up to us to fix it. This contradiction between the national intelligence estimates of Iran’s nuclear capabilities and intentions, and Tump’s decision to launch missiles anyway should be top hour leading fodder for days. No GOP Senator or congressman should be allowed to slither out from his office without being hammered about the lack of credibility and accountability in the administrations response to the missile strikes. And every White House press briefing should be solely monopolized by this subject until the press starts getting answers.
And we have our part to play too. Every voter should be climbing up the ass of their senator or representative, demanding accountability, and remind them that 2026 isn’t far off. And we should be deluging the letters to the editor, and the contact us pages of the national network and cable news channels, demanding accountability.
Traitor Tot gets away with this lame bullsh*t for the simple reason that we let him get away with it. Because it’s easier than having to slog through the bullsh*t. But ultimately these ballot leeches answer to us. After all, it’s our sons and daughters who will become cannon fodder because The Mango Messiah is busy kissing Bibi Netnayahu’s ass in return for a Trump Tower in Tel aviv. Let’s remind them of that.
I thank you for the privilege of your time.
Happy Birthday, Teri. Murf has done a good job and is off duty now
Great point Murf…we’re the frog slowly being boiled. Don’t know ifu ever watched the Australian TV series that aired three years before the star Scott Ryan, who wrote and starred in it, decided to stop. It’s called Mr Inbetween. He plays a professional hitman, who is like a regular guy, with a young daughter, divorced, friends, a disabled brother who’s dying from a disease. In one scene he’s being subtly raked over the coals by a court ordered anger management group therapist trying to get him to admit violence is always wrong. Ray takes no bs from anyone. He had assaulted some street punks who bumped into his daughter, knocking her ice cream out of her hand, then cursed at Ray and his daughter. When asked why he did it…he replied they were being assholes. The therapist snidely asked…don’t you know the world is full of assholes Ray? Ray smiled and asked do you want to know why? Why? Asked the therapist. Smiling Ray said because people let them get away with it.