Month: February 2016

I Don’t Know Who You People Are

It’s been the conservative complaint for as long as I can recall:

The GOP Establishment does not listen to the people and only sends up Northeastern, moderate/liberal candidates that lose. That we shouldn’t buck the system and go third party but rather work within it to change it.

That was certainly the impetus behind the Tea Party and there were even a few of them who were incorruptible in the face of Democrat condemnation, MSM smears, a lying President, and a GOP Establishment who hated their guts and actively undermined them.

One of them, even decided to run for President and isn’t doing too bad.

So I’m confused. Was all that complaining just about the base being able to select a moderate Democrat to lose instead of the Establishment?

Now we have a candidate in Ted Cruz who ostensibly tried to play within the system. George W. Bush can hang out with Barack Obama and even have Obama blame him for everything that’s gone tits up in the last 8 years but the only person who he comes out and says he hates is Cruz.

Cruz – the “insider” that no one likes. He’s failed to make deals with the people whose deals have gotten us into this fucking mess.

When the Gang of Eight was within hours of forcing through Amnesty, Cruz and Sessions fought it and won. He filibustered another godawful budget deal where Obama chose to shut down the entire government and erect barricades overnight to keep veterans out of open air memorials and was thrown under the bus by Mitch McConnell and John Boehner. The man won a landmark Second Amendment rights case against all odds. I don’t have the keystrokes to cover all of the conservative stands Ted Cruz has made but to have one of the only bright lights in the last few years be called a pussy and then cheered by thousands of alleged conservatives in New Hampshire.

I don’t know who the fuck would do this. Much less believe it or cheer it. You’re not conservatives and you’re sure as fuck not Christians. Fools is more like it. Trump’s Chumps.

You’ve chosen to believe a liar because you’ve been losers for so long that you want to play yipping lapdog to big barking dog.

The big barking dog with tiny hands and who wears pink lipstick. The one who implies that he’d be planting an anal creampie in his daughter if they weren’t related. I heard that somewhere. I don’t know for certain that he wants to bake a custard pie in her mouth oven. I in no way think he would ever do that and I reprimand anyone who’d suggest that he’d like to make his daughter sign a non-disclosure agreement for being impregnated with his asshole baby. I’m just re-tweeting what I hear.

I’m not some shrinking violet. I’m as pissed as anyone at what has gone on in this country. When Marco “Mister” Roboto repeats his programming about Obama doing this shit to the country on purpose – just because he’s a one trick pony on it doesn’t mean it isn’t true. Obama is fucking this country up on purpose.

And yet, Trump doesn’t think so. He says “he disagrees respectfully” and that Obama is merely “incompetent”.

There’s your fucking pussy. Take a good whiff.

Ugh.

That Coldplay half-time show made my pussy hurt.

Can we maybe not have Diversity and Inclusion hijack every single Super Bowl and slit our good time’s throat on the 50 yard line?

I especially liked the audience member rubbing the rainbow flag cumkerchief in the lead singer’s face.

This is why ISIS hates us.

And Mini Coopers.

Islam Has Been Woven Into The Fabric of Football Since The Beginning

Can we not have a moment’s peace? Is it not enough that North Korea launched a nuclear capable ICBM in advance of the Super Bowl further demonstrating the unmitigated lunacy of the Iranian Nuke deal?

The answer, yet again, is no (via Newsbusters):

Barack Obama will once again be inserting himself into the Super Bowl on Sunday. This time, CBS has chosen Gayle King, a donor, supporter and family friend to Mr. and Mrs. Obama. Considering that King has partied at the White House, viewers of the pre-game show shouldn’t expect tough questions from the CBS This Morning co-host.

Obama has done an interview before each Super Bowl since 2009 and many of them have included softballs. But none of the previous journalists have been such ardent and open supporters of the President and Mrs. Obama.

Priorities. Many of us would like to finally found out what his favorite kind of ice cream is or what he thinks makes him so great.

I’d like to ask Gayle how many licks it takes to get to the center of Oprah’s twat just for scientific purposes. That question would certainly have more meat to it than whatever ego-stroking, legacy writing hagiography that King plans on donating through the most prized broadcast real estate.

Perhaps we’ll be treated to the telegraphed “Looking back, what’s your greatest disappointment?” softball that invariably ends in “I wish we could have worked together more” as if he did not play the leading part in creating the acrid atmosphere for eight years or “I could have tried harder to explain myself to you morons”.

Regardless, we can’t have a Super Bowl without Mooch the Beard and the Big Me, Me, Me, I, I, I, Mine, Mine, Mine taking a big dump on the country before kickoff.

Now put down those hot wings and pick up some kale chips. You’e got a lot of Let’s Movin’ to do. Gather ’round little churrens so we can find out about how Muslims were woven into the fabric of American football since the very beginning. That “pigskins” were banned after Muslims invented vulcanized rubber.

When Hank Stram and Vince Lombardi would quote inspirational suras before each game and when the adhans were broadcast from the minarets of the Los Angeles Coliseum.

And So It Begins / Ends

I can tell you how long I have been waiting for this day. The day it became apparent that John McCain was going to limp dick his way to the Republican Party nomination. The day another Democrat-Lite lied to Americans about being conservative who was offered up as a sacrifice to a full-blooded Democommie Socialist who lied to the country about being a Hate America radical.

And I’m done with all that. I don’t have a political party and we should all be beyond that. There is only one thing that matters now and that is salvaging this country from the assured destruction of one more socialist administration.

The debt is such that the often promised but never delivered brakes of insincere budget cuts are not going to stop this train from careening off the rails.

There is only one man in this race who has The Will To Fight against this fraudulent system that is going to collapse under the weight of its own corruption. To fight against the Constitutional Atrophy that is simultaneously squandering the greatest gift to humanity in recorded history. The second greatest gift if you’re a Christian.

I don’t even have to say the name of who I support. By that definition, you already know who it is. This country is already too far gone for us to suffer through four years of a lesser candidate.

So it begins in Iowa tonight. The start of the end of one of the most disastrous periods in U.S. History. The end of the historic first – America electing its first Anti-American President. And with him gone, it is time to start settling the scores by ejecting his lackeys from the permanent bureaucracy. There is only one candidate keeping score against the Leftists.

The rest are just running for office.