And The Circus Continues

And now entering in Ring Three in the Big Top is the latest clown in the Circus known as the Trump Persecution Project! Presenting the (in)famous Letitia Ann James! She's the reigning Attorney General in charge of the once-great state of New York. Rather than concentrate on the myriad problems confronting New York city and state she is busying herself by accusing President Trump of inflating his net worth by billions in order to access more favorable financing for his projects. Of course higher valuations would mean Donald would have to pay higher taxes, but she's an attorney not an accountant.

She is not impressed with the sundry development projects Mr. Trump has undertaken and completed on time and even ahead of schedule in New York and the adulation he received for them in years past. She is much more impressed with the name she can make for herself by gadflying one of the greatest men who ever held office in this country.

This new clown follows the fine example of the county (yes, county!) prosecutor from Fulton County in Georgia named Fani Willis, who is all upset because President Trump said some nasty things about her county's (!) shoddy vote-counting procedures and she has decided to throw the book at him and lock him up for about forty lifetimes, thus saving the entire country and ensuring the continued existence of democracy. It's a big job but evidently she thinks she can handle it. After all, she's a county (!) prosecutor. Out of her league? Nah!

She must be vibrating with excitement at the dynamic exercise of the raw power of bringing the idolized yet often vilified former Commander in Chief to her doorstep to face the music. Mom and dad and three or four other people are surely beaming at her chutzpa. She has come so far in life, and now she has succeeded in making almost half the country hate her. That's Girrrrl Power!

Another entrant in the Clown-of-the-day contest is one Alvin Bragg, from a place called Manhattan. That's an Indian name I think, but Bragg is not Native American, but African American, an underrepresented minority. He also has thrown the proverbial book at Trump, thereby determining in his opinion that the Donald is a great danger to the citizens of his overblown Big Rotten Apple.

Ah, yes! Let the turnstile jumpers go free! Let the flash mobs empty the shelves faster than bargain hunters at a fire sale, except they don't pay. Attack the elderly and handicapped and defenseless with hammers and knives? No problem. Never liked Nordstrom's anyway, did you? Too pricey; better to get it cheap, even free! Life goes on in New York, and thousands flee for their lives every year. The mayor has declared a war on rats and Texas Governor Abbott. But for Bragg it's much more important to get Donald.

In Fulton County, in the famed Peachtree State, in the home of the mighty and valorous Fani the Great, lies the formerly delightful city of Atlanta, now a microcosm of the debacle known as New York, and doing its best to join the other great wonders of the Democrat world, places such as Seattle, Portland, Los(t) Angeles, Chicago and the hilly and beautiful Sa(d) Francisco, where thousands live on the streets in their own excrement. No problem there, but, by golly, we're gonna get that Trump guy!

Has anything ever been more ridiculous? One scarcely knows where to begin to describe the idiocy. Of course the place to begin is quite obvious. It's a big White House on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington D.C., which is currently under occupation by the looniest bunch of clowns in the history of this great land.

Head Ringmaster of this Circus Minimus is the Clown-in-Chief and impostor president and CINO (Catholic in name only) Joseph R. Biden. He is ably assisted in his irrational maneuvers by his doctor and wife, Jill. She's not really a "doctor" doctor as in M.D., but a Doctor of Education, a process which in this country is definitely sick and desperately in need of her tender and kindly bedside manner thanks to the malpractice of the fiendish Randi Weingarten and her happy band of brainless union toadies.

Doctor Biden and her patient, the president, are aided and abetted by the human squawk box otherwise known as Kamala Harris. Even less eloquent than Robinette (Biden's middle name), she proves the existential need for artificial intelligence because any real sort of human intelligence seems to have escaped her.

Needless to say there is a slight odor of Soros to all this. This ogre is the Goldfinger, the Drax, The Blofelt, the compendium of all the unspeakable villains of all the Bond movies ever made or dreamed of all rolled into one chubby corpus. The love of money is the root of all evil the Bible tells us, and here we have it. The needle is going to have to have a very large eye for this Gargantua to squeeze through. He tosses millions like bottle caps and creates half-wit political clones by the dozen. The damage they do touches us all.

Meanwhile, from his ivory tower, Cardinal Wilton Gregory calmly observes the disintegration of his faith and influence, eagerly handing out the sacred host to one and all with no discernment of worthiness, even to Sinner-in-Chief, Joe Biden. Since they're in the same town I suspect Wilton has Joe's phone number. Perhaps he could give him a call sometime and stop by to fulfill his calling as an "Alter Christus." But Joe, in his decrepitude, thinks he talks to God already and doesn't need any advice from his church. Wilton, however, was not bashful in condemning President Trump when he visited a D.C. Protestant church during the pandemic, grousing "He did not go there to pray!" Tsk, tsk, your Excellency, God will be his judge, not you.

Second-string clown assistance is provided by a laughable media that has lost its collective sense of truth and right, more anxious to peddle opinion than fact and always featuring the most gory and contentious subject matter. They long ago abandoned any sense of fairness and balance and lean so far left they can only with great difficulty stand up erect. They would be even more amusing without their supercilious self-important facade.

Lo, their clown car arrives, dozens packed within. These are the classic clowns, the ones who have sold their souls and their minds to the lunatic Left. Their names are legion: Mitchell, Tapper, Cooper, Wallace, Maddow, Blitzer, Obeidallah. Interminably the parade continues, with dozens of big-buck frauds that daily drag the once prestigious career of journalism through the muck of their incompetence.

This is the sad state of the republic in these last days. One might hope that there is someplace to turn to find solace in this mess, but no luck. It's tempting to say that this is mankind's just punishment for eons of enthusiastic sinning, but I don't think so. I don't think God is behind this catastrophic ship of fools. He didn't do it. We did.

We allow it to happen. We let empty shells like Biden prevail because we don't care enough to turn off the TV or streaming device to learn what's really happening in our country. "Never underestimate the ignorance of the American people," stated Jonathan Gruber during the Obamacare debates, and we all have been doing our best since then to prove him right.

People who don't read, who don't follow what's happening in the bigger world outside their little parish or tribe will never grasp the immense factors working hard night and day to take over their lives and diminish their freedoms. Only when their gas stoves are turned off; their showers don't spew with force and the water is lukewarm; they're only allowed two beers per week; and the only options for mobility are a bicycle or a $100,000 electric joke; only then will they ask what the hell happened.

George Soros is not smarter than you or I. He's just a pompous man with a lot of money and a mission to remake the world. He is passionate in his endeavor; we are listless and uncaring. W.B. Yeats wrote many years ago: "The best lack all conviction while the worst are filled with passionate intensity."

Soros, James, Bragg, Willis, Newsome, Grandholm, Pritzker, and the rest of the lunatic Left, are disgustingly passionate about their misguided schemes. We sit and hope for the best, for them to come to their senses and act rational. It will never happen.

As conservatives, we believe in the rule of law and the existence of essential principles of right and wrong. These principles and rules do not exist in the mind of the Progressive, other than to be twisted and mangled to meet the needs of their warped view of the world. There is no point in attempting to argue logically with them, for their reasoning is malleable and arbitrary. One cannot pursue a simple syllogism where one statement leads to another and then to a final conclusion. "Yeah, but!" introduces the cockeyed rationalization that renders our clearly articulated argument moot.

Los(t) Angeles and New York and Chicago can declare themselves sanctuary cities one day and cry the very next day because all those illegals have appeared at their door. New York, even more sanctuarious than L.A. or Chicago, gets crabby when Governor DeSantis ships a busload of his uninvited guests to their formerly fair city. What is amazing is that they don't get the hypocrisy involved in the disparity of their words and actions.

But words don't matter. The border is closed. Biden is a fine communicator. Kamala is the cat's meow. Karine speaks truth. Inflation is licked. The economy is great. Hunter is a good and dutiful son, etc, etc. Huh?

The Progressive mind is epitomized by the words of the late and despised Senate leader Harry Reid of Nevada. He blatantly lied about Mitt Romney (a fellow Mormon!) and when called on it, said, "Yes, but we won, didn't we?" The ends justify the means, right Harry? This is what we have to deal with day in and day out. Harry is still trying to explain it to his Maker.

A bright ray of sunshine has recently begun to break through the progressive murkiness with the "stand up and be counted" attitude of Jason Aldean and Oliver Anthony with sarcastic yet realistic protest songs, which by their very realism, are thereby anathema to the Liberal public ear. But, showing once again where American's hearts are at, these carefully crafted tunes soared to the top of the charts. Incidentally, I live in a small town and there are certain things people don't try here, and things we don't do here.

But we do some things that big city folks like Letitia and Fani and braggart wouldn't even try. We greet each other on the street and in the shops and stores; we nod and say "Have a nice day" to perfect strangers. We go to church and pray for each other and go to bars and saloons and buy each other drinks. And we don't apologize for holding to the traditional concept of marriage and the existence of boys and girls. And, unlike most Liberals who are always frowning, we know how to smile.

It must be a source of intense frustration for Liberals to see that, despite their persecution, Donald's popularity continues to climb and donations pour into his campaign war chest. He collected a record amount the very day after his mug shot, which is now as popular as the Mona Lisa. Even as an accused evildoer he can draw a crowd and hold them mesmerized for hours. He can even toss a football without falling over, as evidenced by his tailgating at the recent Iowa-Iowa State football game, where he was greeted with a roaring ovation. Meanwhile sleepy Joe, who can't assemble a coherent sentence, was greeted with boos and uplifted fingers and obscenities upon his arrival to oversee the devastation on the island of Maui.

Something is wrong here, folks, and something's got to give. A cloud hovers over the collective mind of this nation, obscuring obvious truths and turning facts into falsehoods and lies into accepted reality. There is no other way to explain the acceptance by so many people of a hollow shell called Biden and the rest of the rich men north of Richmond. In the words of the Psalmist, "They have eyes but do not see; ears but do not hear," and worst of all, "noses but do not smell."

The Circus Continues

And now entering in Ring Three in the Big Top is the latest clown in the Circus known as the Trump Persecution Project! Presenting the (in)famous Letitia Ann James! She's the reigning Attorney General in charge of the once-great state of New York. Rather than concentrate on the myriad problems confronting New York city and state she is busying herself by accusing President Trump of inflating his net worth by billions in order to access more favorable financing for his projects. Of course higher valuations would mean Donald would have to pay higher taxes, but she's an attorney not an accountant.

She is not impressed with the sundry development projects Mr. Trump has undertaken and completed on time and even ahead of schedule in New York and the adulation he received for them in years past. She is much more impressed with the name she can make for herself by gadflying one of the greatest men who ever held office in this country.

This new clown follows the fine example of the county (yes, county!) prosecutor from Fulton County in Georgia named Fani Willis, who is all upset because President Trump said some nasty things about her county's (!) shoddy vote-counting procedures and she has decided to throw the book at him and lock him up for about forty lifetimes, thus saving the entire country and ensuring the continued existence of democracy. It's a big job but evidently she thinks she can handle it. After all, she's a county (!) prosecutor. Out of her league? Nah!

She must be vibrating with excitement at the dynamic exercise of the raw power of bringing the idolized yet often vilified former Commander in Chief to her doorstep to face the music. Mom and dad and three or four other people are surely beaming at her chutzpa. She has come so far in life, and now she has succeeded in making almost half the country hate her. That's Girrrrl Power!

Another entrant in the Clown-of-the-day contest is one Alvin Bragg, from a place called Manhattan. That's an Indian name I think, but Bragg is not Native American, but African American, an underrepresented minority. He also has thrown the proverbial book at Trump, thereby determining in his opinion that the Donald is a great danger to the citizens of his overblown Big Rotten Apple.

Ah, yes! Let the turnstile jumpers go free! Let the flash mobs empty the shelves faster than bargain hunters at a fire sale, except they don't pay. Attack the elderly and handicapped and defenseless with hammers and knives? No problem. Never liked Nordstrom's anyway, did you? Too pricey; better to get it cheap, even free! Life goes on in New York, and thousands flee for their lives every year. The mayor has declared a war on rats and Texas Governor Abbott. But for Bragg it's much more important to get Donald.

In Fulton County, in the famed Peachtree State, in the home of the mighty and valorous Fani the Great, lies the formerly delightful city of Atlanta, now a microcosm of the debacle known as New York, and doing its best to join the other great wonders of the Democrat world, places such as Seattle, Portland, Los(t) Angeles, Chicago and the hilly and beautiful Sa(d) Francisco, where thousands live on the streets in their own excrement. No problem there, but, by golly, we're gonna get that Trump guy!

Has anything ever been more ridiculous? One scarcely knows where to begin to describe the idiocy. Of course the place to begin is quite obvious. It's a big White House on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington D.C., which is currently under occupation by the looniest bunch of clowns in the history of this great land.

Head Ringmaster of this Circus Minimus is the Clown-in-Chief and impostor president and CINO (Catholic in name only) Joseph R. Biden. He is ably assisted in his irrational maneuvers by his doctor and wife, Jill. She's not really a "doctor" doctor as in M.D., but a Doctor of Education, a process which in this country is definitely sick and desperately in need of her tender and kindly bedside manner thanks to the malpractice of the fiendish Randi Weingarten and her happy band of brainless union toadies.

Doctor Biden and her patient, the president, are aided and abetted by the human squawk box otherwise known as Kamala Harris. Even less eloquent than Robinette (Biden's middle name), she proves the existential need for artificial intelligence because any real sort of human intelligence seems to have escaped her.

Needless to say there is a slight odor of Soros to all this. This ogre is the Goldfinger, the Drax, The Blofelt, the compendium of all the unspeakable villains of all the Bond movies ever made or dreamed of all rolled into one chubby corpus. The love of money is the root of all evil the Bible tells us, and here we have it. The needle is going to have to have a very large eye for this Gargantua to squeeze through. He tosses millions like bottle caps and creates half-wit political clones by the dozen. The damage they do touches us all.

Meanwhile, from his ivory tower, Cardinal Wilton Gregory calmly observes the disintegration of his faith and influence, eagerly handing out the sacred host to one and all with no discernment of worthiness, even to Sinner-in-Chief, Joe Biden. Since they're in the same town I suspect Wilton has Joe's phone number. Perhaps he could give him a call sometime and stop by to fulfill his calling as an "Alter Christus." But Joe, in his decrepitude, thinks he talks to God already and doesn't need any advice from his church. Wilton, however, was not bashful in condemning President Trump when he visited a D.C. Protestant church during the pandemic, grousing "He did not go there to pray!" Tsk, tsk, your Excellency, God will be his judge, not you.

Second-string clown assistance is provided by a laughable media that has lost its collective sense of truth and right, more anxious to peddle opinion than fact and always featuring the most gory and contentious subject matter. They long ago abandoned any sense of fairness and balance and lean so far left they can only with great difficulty stand up erect. They would be even more amusing without their supercilious self-important facade.

Lo, their clown car arrives, dozens packed within. These are the classic clowns, the ones who have sold their souls and their minds to the lunatic Left. Their names are legion: Mitchell, Tapper, Cooper, Wallace, Maddow, Blitzer, Obeidallah. Interminably the parade continues, with dozens of big-buck frauds that daily drag the once prestigious career of journalism through the muck of their incompetence.

This is the sad state of the republic in these last days. One might hope that there is someplace to turn to find solace in this mess, but no luck. It's tempting to say that this is mankind's just punishment for eons of enthusiastic sinning, but I don't think so. I don't think God is behind this catastrophic ship of fools. He didn't do it. We did.

We allow it to happen. We let empty shells like Biden prevail because we don't care enough to turn off the TV or streaming device to learn what's really happening in our country. "Never underestimate the ignorance of the American people," stated Jonathan Gruber during the Obamacare debates, and we all have been doing our best since then to prove him right.

People who don't read, who don't follow what's happening in the bigger world outside their little parish or tribe will never grasp the immense factors working hard night and day to take over their lives and diminish their freedoms. Only when their gas stoves are turned off; their showers don't spew with force and the water is lukewarm; they're only allowed two beers per week; and the only options for mobility are a bicycle or a $100,000 electric joke; only then will they ask what the hell happened.

George Soros is not smarter than you or I. He's just a pompous man with a lot of money and a mission to remake the world. He is passionate in his endeavor; we are listless and uncaring. W.B. Yeats wrote many years ago: "The best lack all conviction while the worst are filled with passionate intensity."

Soros, James, Bragg, Willis, Newsome, Grandholm, Pritzker, and the rest of the lunatic Left, are disgustingly passionate about their misguided schemes. We sit and hope for the best, for them to come to their senses and act rational. It will never happen.

As conservatives, we believe in the rule of law and the existence of essential principles of right and wrong. These principles and rules do not exist in the mind of the Progressive, other than to be twisted and mangled to meet the needs of their warped view of the world. There is no point in attempting to argue logically with them, for their reasoning is malleable and arbitrary. One cannot pursue a simple syllogism where one statement leads to another and then to a final conclusion. "Yeah, but!" introduces the cockeyed rationalization that renders our clearly articulated argument moot.

Los(t) Angeles and New York and Chicago can declare themselves sanctuary cities one day and cry the very next day because all those illegals have appeared at their door. New York, even more sanctuarious than L.A. or Chicago, gets crabby when Governor DeSantis ships a busload of his uninvited guests to their formerly fair city. What is amazing is that they don't get the hypocrisy involved in the disparity of their words and actions.

But words don't matter. The border is closed. Biden is a fine communicator. Kamala is the cat's meow. Karine speaks truth. Inflation is licked. The economy is great. Hunter is a good and dutiful son, etc, etc. Huh?

The Progressive mind is epitomized by the words of the late and despised Senate leader Harry Reid of Nevada. He blatantly lied about Mitt Romney (a fellow Mormon!) and when called on it, said, "Yes, but we won, didn't we?" The ends justify the means, right Harry? This is what we have to deal with day in and day out. Harry is still trying to explain it to his Maker.

A bright ray of sunshine has recently begun to break through the progressive murkiness with the "stand up and be counted" attitude of Jason Aldean and Oliver Anthony with sarcastic yet realistic protest songs, which by their very realism, are thereby anathema to the Liberal public ear. But, showing once again where American's hearts are at, these carefully crafted tunes soared to the top of the charts. Incidentally, I live in a small town and there are certain things people don't try here, and things we don't do here.

But we do some things that big city folks like Letitia and Fani and braggart wouldn't even try. We greet each other on the street and in the shops and stores; we nod and say "Have a nice day" to perfect strangers. We go to church and pray for each other and go to bars and saloons and buy each other drinks. And we don't apologize for holding to the traditional concept of marriage and the existence of boys and girls. And, unlike most Liberals who are always frowning, we know how to smile.

It must be a source of intense frustration for Liberals to see that, despite their persecution, Donald's popularity continues to climb and donations pour into his campaign war chest. He collected a record amount the very day after his mug shot, which is now as popular as the Mona Lisa. Even as an accused evildoer he can draw a crowd and hold them mesmerized for hours. He can even toss a football without falling over, as evidenced by his tailgating at the recent Iowa-Iowa State football game, where he was greeted with a roaring ovation. Meanwhile sleepy Joe, who can't assemble a coherent sentence, was greeted with boos and uplifted fingers and obscenities upon his arrival to oversee the devastation on the island of Maui.

Something is wrong here, folks, and something's got to give. A cloud hovers over the collective mind of this nation, obscuring obvious truths and turning facts into falsehoods and lies into accepted reality. There is no other way to explain the acceptance by so many people of a hollow shell called Biden and the rest of the rich men north of Richmond. In the words of the Psalmist, "They have eyes but do not see; ears but do not hear," and worst of all, "noses but do not smell."