Job Wanted

I’m going to apply for the job of Kamala Harris’s speechwriter.

I mean, how difficult can it be?  You take a random word generator, extract enough words to make a 5-minute speech, and take out a few of the egregious non-sequiturs (or not — who would notice?), then type it into the teleprompter.

Three minutes; job done.  Repeat as necessary.  Earn big bucks.

And how much worse could the outcome possibly be?  Nobody takes any notice of what the incompetent bitch says anyway.

True, going on the past rotations, the job would only last about four months, tops, but in the meantime, a hundred grand or more would nestle in Ye Olde Treasure Chestte.

Where do I apply?

Missed It By THIS Much

Apparently, yesterday was International Orgasm Day or something equally stupid.

Needless to say, I missed it, just as I’ve missed so many of its namesakes.

Nowadays, of course, I’m more likely to have a Supreme Moment by looking at pictures of things like this: 

…or this:

…rather than this:

In truth, though, what would really get the old juices running would be… ummmm… how can I put this delicately, or in a manner which wouldn’t cause the fuzz to show up at my door…

A deep pit full of dead Socialists?

Something like that.

Damn Good Question

I know that the Socialists in Congress have “shelved” their attempt to ban “weapons of war” i.e. ARs and AKs (for the moment), but this little exchange should prove interesting:

As Massie puts it (I paraphrase slightly):  “Who are the Department of Agriculture and Department of Education planning on going to war with, if their employees are to be excepted from this prohibition?”

Let us record the words of the late (and dearly-missed) H.L. Mencken, who stated:

“The only good bureaucrat is one with a pistol to his head.  Put it in his hand and it’s goodbye to the Bill of Rights.”

And quod erat demonstratum, today.

Stoking The Fires

Well, now… here’s one that would have made Josef Goebbels proud.

How do you convince people that this summer is hotter than an earlier one — thus supporting your argument to the masses that the climate is heating up?  They’ve tried dodgy forecasts, which have the annoying tendency not to come true, and all sorts of other little schemes to make you think we’re ALL GONNA DIEEEEEE!

But what of you just manipulate the mood of the reader?

What the hell do you mean, Kim?  This:

Read the rest of it, do.

Fancy That

Sometimes, the news is just priceless.

Why are people across China refusing to pay housing loans?

A wave of disgruntled homebuyers are refusing to pay mortgages for unfinished or stalled housing projects, as debt-strapped property developers run out of cash. Payments have stopped on at least 100 projects in more than 50 cities, according to researcher China Real Estate Information Corp. Analysts believe that a drop in home values may be another driver for the refusal to meet payments. Until recently, China’s mortgages have been considered among the safest banking assets because of high down payments and collateral value.

So let me see:  you take on debt to purchase a product, and when the product fails to be delivered, you refuse to pay for it.  Only in a world of banker-thought can you be the bad guy.

As to why all this is happening, see here.  (Executive summary:  it was all built on debt.)

And it couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of Commie assholes.

Needless To Say

Here’s one of life’s little ironies which will be totally lost on… well, you’ll see.

Apparently, some dickhead made a fool of himself outside a Congressional rep’s house, making death threats and various racial slurs, all while carrying a gun.

We know nothing about Dickhead, but we know quite a bit about the politician, who is an extreme socialist and Indian immigrant named Pramila Jayapal.  Jayapal is one of the leading lights of Seattle’s left-wing residents (no small achievement, that), who was (and is) a strong supporter of defunding police and of BLM in general.

So what did our cop-hating lady socialist do when said dickhead made his appearance outside her house, wanting to send her back to India or else kill her?

Of course:  she called the cops.

The Seattle cops have no sense of humor, of course, so they raced over and arrested the schmuck.

Had I been a Seattle cop, I would have taken my sweet time to get there — observing the speed limit, stopping for a bathroom break while taking the most circuitous route possible, and finally:  letting Dickhead go with a warning (he was carrying, but not brandishing his pistol) — all so this dreadful Commie could come face to face with some of the consequences of her own political positions that she inflicts on others.

I don’t know whether this foul bitch is on record for supporting the “activism” outside the various Supreme Court justices’ homes, but I’ll put money on the likelihood that she does.

So it’s all the more ironic when yet another of her positions comes around for a little home visit.  [insert Alinsky reference here, something about using their own rules to harass them]


Update:  via Comments, I see that the dickhead was released (to the consternation of the locals) — yet another of the criminal-lovers’ chickens coming home to roost.  Too funny.