What You Know. What You Can Prove.

                Probably most importantly?  Being allowed to present what you know in court.

                By now, all the talking heads are losing their collective heads over the events of the past week.  No one is excusing the horror show which happened in Washington, D.C.  on January 6th.  No one should.  It was an act of barbaric lawlessness, the likes of which I never thought I’d see in my country.  It will be a very long time before I get the image of that criminal fool with the buffalo horns standing at the Speaker’s chair.

                Of course, I realize much worse was inflicted on our cities this summer.  I’m also old enough to remember the 1960s.  But, in the Capitol building

                Yet, there are those who, while certainly not excusing what went on, are lamenting that peaceful Trump supporters were infiltrated by worthless scum from Antifa and BLM.  Scum who whipped protesters into a feral  frenzy that resulted in the tragic deaths of five people.

                I will not go so far as to say I agree with them.  However, I will say that I would not be surprised if it actually happened.  I just don’t think that proof is forthcoming.

                And that is the problem.  That has been the dilemma throughout the tumult of the past couple of months.  I (and I’m not alone) know that something smells about the election and the efforts to cover up what went wrong.  The problem is, can I prove it?  And, can those who purport to have the proof, be allowed their day in court?

                    I am convinced that common sense, logic, and critical thought have long since left the building.  Starting with the hysterical approach to the Chinese Flu all the way to how could a doddering old fool who couldn’t draw flies to a picnic be elected president, it boggles the mind.

            “Never let a crisis go to waste.”  That is exactly what tyrants like Governor Tom Wolf of Pennsylvania did with the pandemic and mail-in voting.

                Mind you, Donald Trump has done himself no favors here.  I didn’t support him in the primaries and held my nose when I voted for him 2016 (yes, Hillary Clinton was that bad).  Over the past four years, I wished he would just shut up on more than one occasion.  He can give the impression that he’s a narcissistic bully.  Not saying that I think he is, but he can put out that vibe.

                Through it all, though, I felt the nation was in good hands, despite the infantile whining by butthurt Democrats and the Machiavellian machinations by Obama and his ilk.  However, when the election of 2020 didn’t look like it was going his way (seriously, could this year have sucked enough?), he launched into a non-stop tirade about how it was all rigged against him.

                In my heart, I know this to be true.  But…can I prove it?  Or can those who purport to have the proof, be allowed to show it to a judge?  No.  And no.

                It sucks.  Trust me, it sucks. 

                Taking all this into consideration, though, he refuses to go gently into that good night, determined to fight on.   The result is that he is doing very real damage to his party’s prospects for 2024 and, maybe, 2022.  Chillingly, I’d be surprised at this point if he’d even get the Republican nomination in four years.

                If that was the case, I also wouldn’t be surprised if he formed his own party as a counter to the Republicans, when he would take many with him.  The last time this happened was in 1912 when Teddy Roosevelt formed the Bull Moose Party and ran against the Republican, Taft.

                The result?  Woodrow Wilson.

                To sum up, I agree with much of what he says (not necessarily how he says it) and feel the helplessness that so many feel.  But, to paraphrase a quote from Animal House, “War’s over, men.  The Democrats dropped the big one.”

                Only there’s no Bluto to decry Germans bombing Pearl Harbor.

                My point is, realize that the GOP was screwed (once again…proof) and dust yourself off in preparation for days to come.  Also realize that, for many of you, there is nothing that you can do about it.  Work locally to effect change nationally.

                Losing yourself in the rabbit hole of angst and despair which is the Internet will do you no good.  Live your lives, love your family, friends, and those you hope can be more. 

                There is a tomorrow.

Waiting To Be Rescued

               For example, Vice-President Pence has been inoculated.  Joe Biden is due to receive one this coming week, although I think you could pump him with oatmeal and he wouldn’t know the difference.

                Like an early Christmas present, the first doses of the Chinese Flu vaccine have arrived.  The media is putting on quite a propaganda show as the first, at least with the Pfizer dose, of two injections are delivered.  Priority is, I would think obviously, being given to health care workers.  A selected few, though, are getting their “shots,” as well.
 

                The rest of the population will receive theirs in the coming months.  Many doubt whether it’s safe to inject themselves with what is viewed as a rush job.  I, for one, wonder why I would introduce something into my body which is 90% or so effective against a disease with a more than 98% recovery rate.

                Still, it would appear that we’re beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel.  A good thing, even though some knuckleheads caution that we still should wear face diapers (i.e., masks), observe social distances, and close everything but Target and Walmart.

                Incidentally, I predict that, if Idiot Joe and Chlamydia Harris do wind up in the White House, this kind of talk will largely disappear.

                At any rate, I maintain that, despite the good news of a vaccine, things will get worse before things get better.  I believe that otherwise smart people (although the past nine months have shown me that intelligence among a good portion of society is sorely lacking) will freak out over the [non] dire consequences of coming down with a [non]deadly scourge.

                Why do I think this way, you may ask.  Well, I compare the coming hysteria to what Captain Quint had to say in the movie “Jaws.”  Now, before you “WTF?” me, hear me out.

                In his monologue about the torpedoing of USS Indianapolis and hundreds of his shipmates killed by sharks, Quint mentioned that he was most frightened while waiting his turn.  How cruel would it be, he reasoned, to be cut in half by a shark while he was waiting to be rescued?

                So it is with people who are waiting their turn to be inoculated against the virus.  These spineless cowards are terrified that they will come down with COVID before the “rescue planes” of Pfizer, Moderna, or Johnson & Johnson deliver them.

                As a result, many will insist on any number of draconian measures by their government to protect them from a disease which has killed people, to be sure (I’ll not deny that), yet gives them a substantial chance of recovery .  They will gladly surrender their freedoms if they receive assurances that they will never die.  Freedoms that the government will be loathe to return.

                I hope I’m wrong, but the bumbling moron from Scranton has already predicted a “dark winter.”  And no amount of vaccine will convince the unconvinceable that the light is coming.  Escpecially if it has anything to do with Donald Trump.
  

              NOTE:  I included the entire clip of Quint’s monologue.  There’s no need to watch the entire thing, but it’s worth it.  99% of it (you know, like the COVID recovery rate) has nothing to do with the plague that torpedoed (see what I did there?) the Trump presidency. But, it’s a chilling story of an actual event which really was lethal.             

Just An Observation

Welcome to my newest category, “Just An Observation.” This is the place where I’ll post my opinion on current events. You may agree, you may disagree, it’s all good. If you even read these things and comment, even better. As opposed to “Dust Bunnies From My Mind” and “Foto Funnies,” this group of posts will be mostly serious. I may inject some sort of sarcasm or nonsense in them from time to time (after all, I can’t help being me), but I’ll try to keep things serious-minded and sober for the most part. Or I may have a few drinks (see what I mean?). If you were to wonder why I’m doing this, these are the type of essays that may or may not get me booted off other social media platforms (I’m talking to you Facebook and Twitter). For my first “observation,” I thought a quick take about Time’s Man of the Year would be appropriate. A lot of people are losing their minds over this year’s selection, forgetting the rationale behind the left-wing news magazine’s selection process. But, I’m getting ahead of myself…

There has been no shortage of outrage over Time magazine’s choice for 2020’s Person of the Year (several years ago, Time changed it from Man of the Year. I don’t feel like looking up when exactly. I’m good with that, in any event. After all, there are more than just dudes on the planet. And thank God for that).

If people (not all of them Trump supporters) were vexed because there is no way Joe Biden and Kamala Harris deserved to be so recognized, I’d be 100% on their side.

Spoiler Alert: I believe Biden and Harris in no way deserved the honor. I’ll explain why later.

But, these folks are using the fact that, because Adolf Hitler was Time’s Man of the Year in 1938, it must be incontrovertible proof that media cannot be trusted (they can’t, BTW. I’m talking to you, Fox News).

I hate to break it to everyone who feels this way (it pains me because we’re likeminded in many other areas), but Josef Stalin, Nikita Khruschev, and the Ayatollah Khomeini were also Time’s Man of the Year. These were controversial choices, to be sure. The way Time explained it, though, is that the purpose behind MOY was to designate an individual who most affected the year prior. It did not have to be in a positive way.

In that, I agree with their intent. Man (now Person) of the Year is not to be confused with a “He’s a jolly good fellow!” kind of thing. Unless Khruschev should have received a gold watch and cake.

With that in mind, perhaps Donald Trump should have been so recognized. Love him (many do) or hate him (many do), he was arguably the most significant individual this past year. Or (throw up in my mouth), Tony Fauci. Actually, my vote would go to the real heroes: health care workers, first responders, or perhaps those manning checkout lines at the supermarket.

Certainly not Idiot Joe and Chlamydia Harris. Calling them Person of the Year is nothing more than virtue-signaling by a left-wing SJW rag. It thus cheapens the title and ensures that nobody will give a rat’s ass about said designees in the future.

Time Magazine has thus become as relevant as the NFL, Hollywood, MSNBC, and the New York Times.