End the Blather

 Way back, when I attended both high school and college, I was required to take English classes.  Parts of English study used to consist of Shakespeare, grammar, parts of speech, vocabulary, spelling, and creative writing.

 

To this day I still have trouble with Shakespeare, grammar, parts of speech, vocabulary, and spelling, largely, I believe, because of my inheriting the “Bad English Gene.”

 

Thank goodness for computers that are willing and able to assist with all of the above via Spell-Check, Grammatik, and the like, helping people similar to me – and especially me – stumble my way through life both on and off the interweb, much the same way calculators aid people with questionable arithmetic abilities.

 

Astute readers should recognize I left out “creative writing” from the list of genetic shortcomings, and it’s because that’s where we’ll begin today’s story.

 

While I can’t speak for me fellow classmates, I can certainly state my creative writing attempts in school were solid earnest attempts toward graduating since there were no computers to help mask my other hereditary weaknesses.

 

Sadistic teachers – they were called “teachers” then because they taught rather than “educate” – regularly handed out writing assignments usually over long, holiday weekends and vacation breaks.

 

Of course, there were themes along with story/essay portions that needed to be considered, plus the dreaded "word count.”

 

The simple version of writing is as follows: 1.) Beginning  2.) Middle  3.) Conclusion, usually in that order; the word count only added to the angst and misery which taught students how to drink to excess.  But I digress.

 

Our family was poor so, I didn’t have access to a typewriter.  But I did have access to a spiral bound notebooks with which I scribbled out my beginnings, middles, and conclusions.

 

Here’s where the actual “creative” portion of the writing exercise came into play.

 

The aforementioned word count was set by the teacher to prevent lazy students from writing two short paragraphs and calling it a day.  It further prevented those teacher’s pets from writing a novel along the lines of War and Peace, which had to be judged by the teachers.

 

Those word counts often ranged between 500 and 2000 words; that is a lot of writing when you’re trying to enjoy holiday time away from school.

 

Word counts were not supposed to include words such as “a,” “the,” “of,” “and,” plus “I,” along with a handful of other members of the alphabet.

 

In case you’re wondering how much writing 500 words is, from the beginning of this story to now, you’ve read about 421 words; but that includes the aforementioned words not to be counted, for the record.

 

Go ahead and count.  I’ll stop writing and wait for you.

 

Imagination goes a long way in creative writing, along with a sub-category, speech writing.

 

So it is with interest that I try to read as many speeches of Vice President Kamala Harris, as is humanly possible without turning to grain alcohol as a crutch.

 

VP Harris rode President Joseph Robinette Biden’s coattails into the current administration because she is what I call an “affirmative action hire.”

 

In other words, VP Harris got the job because she met the stringent criteria established by candidate Biden when on the campaign trail for his vice president, if elected.

 

He succinctly said his pick for VP would be a black woman.  And he did not disappoint.  Kinda.

 

Evidently it was important to then-Vice President Biden to select a running mate based solely on sex and race; merit, be damned.

 

Soon after taking office, President Biden assigned VP Harris one of several new tasks as a way to earn her money as a guvment employee.  The humor begins here.

 

Over the course of the next months, VP Harris tried to appear likeable.  But like Hillary Clinton, she was unable to meet that unachievable goal.  Time after time, the VP would turn toward the closest cameras to pretend she enjoyed and understood her job.

 

And time after time she stumbled like a sot on Saturday night just prior to last call at the bar. Her faux smile, accompanied by an equally fake laugh quickly brought her lack of any practical skills to the forefront.

 

One of her ancillary duties was to make a public service announcement by and for children, attempting to entice a younger generation of Americans toward a career in aeronautical science.

 

She appeared on camera surrounded by children – most of whom, if not all, were from Canada – while extolling the beauty of space travel and the Moon; it was lackluster, at best.  But her incoherent rambling cemented her place in history as a true affirmative action employee.

 

And not unlike my creative writing adventures, Harris struggled to make sense out of what the PSA was about while validating her appearance promoting something of which she knew nothing.

 

Suddenly, her ad lib speaking was labeled a “word salad,” implying it was indecipherable, largely because it was.  But still she continued with her public appearances as though she was a rock star.

 

However, now those audience laughs were at her, not with her.  And pity had descended upon her because of her unapologetic arrogance.  Her staff began leaving enmass, including her speechwriter, who likely departed to avoid any further embarrassment.

 

Each public appearance continues to give the façade of unpreparedness as she repeats and re-repeats, and re-re-repeats the same line and sticking point as though she was writing a school paper herself.

 

Thinking back to my school days of creative writing, I can only imagine VP Harris is continually giving oral presentations of her latest public assignments with the caveat she gives them with an assigned word count quota.  And just for you anal-retentive types, the word count here now stands at 978.

 

End the blather.  It’s clear by the exodus of her staff she isn’t paying heed to their suggestions.  By the way, she’s not getting paid by the word.

Memories

 It was just about this time of year, roughly sixty-years ago, when our parents assigned my sister and me to a very, very serious task – to create a list for Santa Claus.

 

Obediently, we sat at the kitchen table and thoughtfully jotted down our hopes and wishes for gifts from Saint Nick.  This one particular Yule Season found my sister wanting girl stuff, largely consisting of Barbie’s play sets and baby dolls, of course.

 

I, on the other hand, desperately needed construction equipment to finish the highway I was building in the sandbox.  This major project was put on-hold due to cold weather and accompanying upstate New York snow, but I digress.

 

Tomorrow, after church, was when we were to make sugar cookies from scratch, and later decorate them with homemade edible paints.  They were usually a bit burned, but only around the edges.  Not to worry; the singe marks would be hidden by the vibrant red, green, blue, and yellow food coloring/egg wash paints.

 

Dad had Ray Conniff’s Christmas record playing on the Hi-Fi, readying the tree for the wobbly stand, while the cooking decorating proceeded.  It was a magical time.  As if by magic, the Christmas holiday spirit had appeared in the form of traditions and enjoyed by all.

 

Still carefully painting, my sister and I gave it our all.  We decorated the pale sweet treats with caution and aplomb, demonstrated by our tongues poking against our cheeks, intently staring at the progress as though we were in a trance.  I wonder if Picasso operated like this.

 

Nonetheless, I recall those times with great fondness evident by a smile these memories still evoke.

 

Eventually, after weeks of Christmas movies and music and snow shoveling and snow shoveling and snow shoveling, Christmas Eve had finally arrived.  We were almost at the last door of the Advent calendar meaning Santa would stop by at midnight!

 

All the decorating, tree trimming, Ray Conniff singing, snow shoveling, and road planning left me drained; I slept well until I was awakened by the aroma of French Toast.

 

My sister beat me to the parlor – we had a parlor which, for your information, is a room built and used largely by anyone not living in our house – where the tinseled tree proudly stood.

 

We were forced to have breakfast before opening the great volume of packages from the North Pole.  Needless to say, we ate quickly.

 

Giddy, we realized Santa didn’t disappoint, once again.  Except for the socks and underwear, that is.

 

Fast forward to 2022, and things have changed dramatically.  A new family, a different house, a son who closely resembles a midget in a cat costume, and different goals, all bring a new perspective to this age-old celebration.

 

But a celebration it is.  It is about the coming of Baby Jesus, our Savior.  The gifts and memories are all related to this religious instance, though.

 

It was neither the Barbie doll nor the Tonka bulldozer that we were being gifted.  Jesus was the gift given to humankind to save our souls.  The believing and hope and love – all the rest – is up to us.  Never forget.

 

Merry Christmas!

God Bless Joe

 For many years we have listened to public figures, uh, well, lie to us.

In a time when practically everyone in the world has encyclopedias – in the form of their cell phones – in their hands, they still fall for tripe spread by the anointed among us.

Mainstream Media (MSM), politicians both past and present, along with social media, all seem to enjoy pulling the wool over everyone’s lives – almost as if they were running a gag on us.  Unfortunately, this is no gag since it is affecting the outcome of elections, our economy, as well as efforts at world peace.

We have to retreat to when a beloved man – Barack Hussein Obama – served as America’s 44^th president from 2009 until 2017 – just prior to President Donald John Trump.

A Republican congressman representing a South Carolina district had been serving since 2001, Addison “Joe” Graves Wilson.

It was during a speech given by President Obama regarding his brilliant proposed “free” health care plan when, well, I’ll defer to a CNN byline:

Rep. Joe Wilson at work

WASHINGTON (CNN) - The South Carolina GOP congressman who shouted at President Barack Obama during his Wednesday night speech to Congress insisted Thursday that his outburst was "spontaneous."

Rep. Joe Wilson shocked many when he shouted "You lie!" after the president denied that health-care legislation would provide free health coverage for illegal immigrants.

Fast forward to today, 2022.  Rep Joe Wilson is still serving South Carolinians, but he should be clearly vindicated from calling out a lie when he heard one.

 

America is now chock full o’ illegal immigrants – over 2,000,000 within the last two years – with hands out for free EBT debit cards, free cell phones, free housing, free education, and free health care.  Now who lied?

 

But if you listen to the MSM and politicians you will hear nothing concerning crime, inflation, over-spending, lack of energy independence, while teetering on the cusp of World War III, you would believe all is well.  Period.

 

It is not well, though.

 

Just overcoming mid-term elections for numerous governors, senators and congressfolk, Republicans are aghast as to why their self-predicted “Red Tide” never materialized.

 

Some soul searching should squarely place the blame exactly where it belongs: the Republican Party itself.

 

Over the years, Democrats have summarily jettisoned American values in favor of killing babies, tearing up The Constitution, and encouraging hate amongst the races.  Republicans, however, are still attempting to grow spines and learn what the word “cohesion” means.

 

All this is pretty easy when voters receive their “news” from late night television comedy shows, biased internet sites, the slanted MSM, and lying politicians themselves.  The current president, Joseph Biden became the Commander-in-Chief by what some people feel were questionable means.

 

As this election coup is still being debated, social media, MSM, and self-appointed speech-cops have been hard at work keeping information under wraps.

 

Call it what you will: suppression, censorship, bowdlerization, or silencing, all these are ways to slant or simply ignore facts that could and should assist a voter in making an intelligent electoral decision.

 

Our country is now mired in a costly war between Ukraine and Russia.  Why?  Politicians will tell you it is for freedom, but freedom for whom?  Not Americans.

 

We are not allowed to drill for our own oil to be self-sufficient on the energy platform.  Why?  Politicians tell us it is for the environment.  That is a lie because we are begging Saudi Arabia and Venezuela to drill oil for us.  I believe this is all part of the same planet.

 

Russia is supposed to be a genuine threat to America, yet Rep. Adam Schiff was willing to secretly work them in order to impeach then-President Donald Trump.  Sleazy?  Sure. But because of lack of evidence MSM is mum.  Now Schiff is at it, again.

 

The MSM and social media have suppressed open exchange of ideas by deeming anything pro-Conservative dangerous or fake news.  It seems odd that their own fake news is not subject to censorship.

 

Crime rises are being misconstrued as your vivid imagination, elementary school kids can’t read at grade level, Americans are being goaded into saying men can have babies, and even a Supreme Court Justice – albeit an affirmative action hire – cannot define a “woman,” all because of lies.

 

Rep. Joe Wilson appears to have been way ahead of his time when he called out President Obama’s blatant lies decades ago.  And he should be held up as an example when smarmy media – social and otherwise – scream lies of systemic racism, no crime, weather crises, and the like.

 

God bless Joe Wilson.

Green Bean Casserole

 A recent racist holiday was just celebrated by most and it helped me recall a true tale that I remember roughly 60-years later, with a smile.

 

The racist holiday – not Independence Day or Columbus Day, not Halloween nor Veteran’s Day – no, it was that gut wringing Thanksgiving Day, which led me to this story.

 

Thanksgiving Day is a well-established holiday celebrated in the United States and Canada.  Its creation was to celebrate harvests of the land since the Protestant migration to the New Land in the early 1600’s

 

President George Washington proclaimed Thanksgiving Day a national holiday in 1789, to be celebrated annually on the last Thursday of November.  And it seems as though some self-anointed among us have been trying to shame the rest of us ever since – hence, the racist reference.  But I digress.

 

I recall our family developing and modifying various traditions for this much anticipated fete over the years.  Of course, the centerpiece of this meal is the turkey, followed by mashed potatoes, gravy, and cranberries.

 

Here’s where the traditional Thanksgiving Day fight begins, though.  My personal family has dressing; it’s a concoction of old, dried bread seasoned-up to taste, to which celery and broth are added.  It’s called “dressing” because it is cooked and served outside of the turkey.

 

Stuffing, on the other hand, is stuffed into the turkey cavity, where it is cooked and from whence it is served.  Although dressing and stuffing appear similar, this where arguments start, but rarely end.

 

Then a traditional classic side dish consisting of green beans, cream of mushroom soup, and crisp fried onions, also makes its appearance on many Thanksgiving tables.  And this is where today’s saga begins.

Typical green bean casserole

 

It was more than six decades ago, when I was a young lad that my Dad had given up on growing grass in a particularly difficult spot in our yard.  This sliver of land received only 11-minutes of sunshine per day, which is why my Dad couldn’t grow grass there.

 

Out of frustration, he “deeded” me this strip of barren mud to with as I pleased.  I had a fleet of Tonka trucks and heavy equipment that could easily make quick work of developing this postage stamp-sized parcel, but I was gravitating toward being a farmer.

 

We were poor and didn’t know it because nobody told us.  Don’t misunderstand – we had shelter, food, warmth, and transportation.  Our clothes were neat and tidy, and we always fit in.  But being a unionized factory worker who was regularly on strike, had its challenges.

 

As a roughly seven-year old, my plan was to help with providing food for the family by growing copious amounts of fresh vegetables for meals.  And what a brilliant plan it was.

 

My Grandmother decided to make my dream come true.  Off we went to Woolworth’s, via city bus, to secure some seeds and a Woolworth’s Lunch Counter banana split.

 

As I recall, seeds were in the nose-bleed price range of 5¢ per package; I bought carrot, corn, and green bean seeds, as an inaugural planting.

 

Being a novice, I was unfamiliar with planting rows of anything, so my carrots closely resembled a Picasso painting.  Still, after some friendly advice from kin, I later used string as a guide to secure a more orderly path for the green beans to follow, as I did with the corn.

 

Each day I diligently checked on the progress of ‘north forty,’ while I conscientiously watered and weeded.

 

There’s an old adage about learning from ones mistakes; that’s because if we are successful, we make no improvements, even though there may be plenty of room for them.

 

It seems a though I was soon flush with wisdom.

 

That “free” land from my Dad was free because the 11-minutes of daylight it received precluded any use other than a rock garden.  The soil wasn’t properly worked beforehand, and those nasty city squirrels kept digging up – and eating – my corn.  Alas.

 

Eventually THE day came when I carefully picked the carrots which were the size of skinny toothpicks, I believe I pulled any remainder of the yellow corn crop up as a misidentification as weeds, and systematically removed all the green beans, placing them into a colander for immediate preparation.

 

There’s a Bible story about Jesus feeding a multitude of hungry fishermen and their families by multiplying loaves of bread and freshly caught fish. 

 

Our dinner that night amazed even me.  A large bowl chock full of green beans became the star of the meal.  And accolades flowed freely from everyone seated at this banquet.  I later realized that the green bean harvest was secretly augmented by my parents as well as my Grandmother.  still, we all kept mum.

 

This agricultural experiment began in earnest and ended with a Thanksgiving-style feast which all enjoyed.

 

Memories of others attending our special non-thanksgiving Thanksgiving have faded or simply passed away.  But my memory remains, begging for its place in history.  And now you know why I selected my future career.

 

And no, it wasn’t farming.

Random Thoughts 11

 Be prepared for one more iteration of Random Thoughts, this time both gluten-free and free-range.  Please enjoy the ride.  By the way, Smokey the Cat contributed to this posting.

 

• Why did it take a nation chock full o’ lawyers 49-years to realize the word “abortion” does not appear in the U.S. Constitution?
• Let’s wager on AG Merrick Garland investigating Hunter and Joseph Biden
• Paul Pelosi luckily just purchased $1,000,000’s in semi-conductor stock manufacturers, just ahead of a guvment contract vote without inside info
• Let’s train prisoners to make boots for our troops rather than us buy them from China
• Heck, let them make everything we buy from China
• Arrest Nancy Pelosi, Liz Cheney, Adam Schiff, and the other liars for insurrection
• I hope Mayor Pete Buttigieg is doing well after his birth of twins
• And Lia Thomas has been nominated for the NCAA Woman of the Year – yea!
• Why is Newsmax trying to commit suicide?
•  Fox News is now shunning Donald Trump, too
•  I’ve got my fingers crossed that the environmentalists can stop hurricanes and tornadoes
• But what if they can’t, after spending trillions of dollars on altering the weather?
• Who owns the manufacturing of those rechargeable EV batteries?
• Cheap bologna now costs $6/pound
• A 28-ounce can of Dunkin’ Donuts ground coffee is selling for $22!
• The White House should be shuttered in hopes the lying stops
• Why is Monkeypox now an official pandemic?
• Is Mayor Pete still lactating?
• Speaking of which, where’s all the baby formula?
• Someone should check Janet Yellen’s pulse
• An electric vehicle for $70,000 without a complex internal combustion engine is sinful
• Are we still listening to the criminal thugs about defunding the police?
• How come those pro-baby murderers could locate the word “abortion” in the Constitution, but not the words “Keep and bear Arms”?
• I just witnessed Hurricane Ian devastate Florida, Georgia, S. Carolina, and N. Carolina; how is that costly climate change thingy working out?
• If cows are responsible for methane flatulence, why is nothing being done about MSNBC’s gasbag, Joy Reid?
• I wish had my old Frye Boots from my college days
• Karine Jean-Pierre can’t possibly be getting paid for acting as the White House Spokesliar
• Mimes are still the worst
• The Biden Organized Crime Family is a close second, though
• I think the racehorse, Pay Chester, just crossed the finish line; he started the race in 1973.
• Taylor Swift is really whiny
• Gisele Bundchen: Gimme a call
• And Brittney Griner won’t be packing any more drugs to Russia again, I bet
• What kind of nonsense is The White House going to lie about this week?
• I just got a full tank of gas for $22!  Of course it was for my lawnmower
• What a strange day…first I found a hat full of money.  Then I was chased by an angry man with a guitar
• I hate when people act all intellectual and talk about Mozart while they’ve never seen one of his paintings
• I don’t think a therapist is supposed to say “Wow,” that many times in your first session
• And lastly, the people who think men can get pregnant are suddenly worried about misinformation on Twitter.  Ah, yes.

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Let Them Go Hungry

 Here’s some special anniversary news: It’s been about ten years since we heard about someone named Jack Phillips.

 

You may, or may not, know Phillips by name.  If you’re thinking, “Yeah, I recognize that name…he was played by Tom Hanks in the modern day pirate movie, Captain Phillips.”

 

Great guess!  But you’re wrong.  Hanks portrayed Captain Richard Phillips in the aforementioned flick.

 

Today’s Phillips – Jack, in particular, is a Christian baker.

 

To recap, Jack Phillips is a Colorado baker who is also a celebrity because a decade ago he became embroiled in a situation where he declined to make a cake for a same-sex wedding.  He merely invoked his Constitutional right to freedom of speech, and was taken to court.

 

Before you jump ahead, Phillips is not discriminating because he, too, has protections – against harassment, in this case.  Phillips’ bakery, Masterpiece Cakeshop, in Colorado, is not the only bakery in Colorado, making this situation suspect.

 

A legal counsel for the Alliance Defending Freedom “argued that the district court erred in its June 2021 ruling that Mr. Phillips violated the Colorado Anti-Discrimination Act,” according to The Washington Times.

 

Not a true likeness, but a beautiful cake

Here’s the stroke of luck: “’On the same day that the Supreme Court decided to hear Phillips’ first case, plaintiff called Phillips’ shop and asked for a custom blue and pink cake to celebrate a gender transition,’ Mr. Warner told the three-judge panel.”

 

Clearly the Alliance Defending Freedom doesn’t own a calendar, otherwise their repeated dogging Phillips would seem to be a case of pestering at the very least.

 

Here’s the rub.  Phillips is a Christian who maintains certain personal values about gender relations and the way they affect his religious beliefs.  The in this particular instance, Phillips appears to be targeted by people whose beliefs are not in sync with his.

 

Rather than let the proverbial “sleeping dogs lie,” the Alliance appears intent on rubbing Phillips’ nose in his earlier court victory. 

 

And rather than finding another, more amenable bakery that is sympathetic to the gender and sexually-oriented legal gymnastics, Warner and the Alliance seem to make their goal to punish Phillips for the way he follows his religious tenets and beliefs.

 

Bankrupting a legitimate business, such as Masterpiece Cakeshop, would probably delight the people whose thoughts and actions differ widely from others, are now seen as enemies to be defeated and summarily punished.

 

This same school of thought is woven into the texture of social media, schools, and even some ultra-liberal religions, all of whom attempt to cater to the non-conformists and misfits in today’s culture.

 

Much like Jack Phillips has thoughts and beliefs that are his – and perhaps his, alone – other machinations of society are actively using these same sordid tactics to silence and sway the balance of civilization, without the benefit of honest thought or discussion.

 

Take the climate change crowd, for example.  Since the early 1970’s, a wide variety of thoughts, ideas, and notions, have peppered media, eventually finding their way into schools.  There, those premises eventually solidified into official classes, eventually culminating in actual areas of study, and finally, degrees.

 

Large corporations with seemingly endless purses politely hired people with burning desires to “save the planet,” “keep humanity alive,” and “protect Mother Earth.”

 

Based on now-questionable computer data, long-since “established” regulations, statutes, and legislation, have been passed and implemented, all in the name of “science.”

 

Unfortunately, not everyone living on Mother Earth’s epidermal believes our planet is in peril.  Still, something called “group think” has summarily taken over the psyches of much of Earth’s population.

 

Group think, by its very definition, discourages creativity and individual responsibility. Unfortunately, those limitations present speed bumps to effecting science and facts.

 

Scientists who were driving the climate train since its inception are now jumping off because of the copious amounts of “corrections” in the science that contradicts long-held climate change studies.  It should be noted that Al Gore was a co-recipient of the Nobel Prize for Peace in 2007, because of his work on this now-flawed study.

 

Still, disbelievers and non-believers, alike, are publicly chastised and ridiculed for not adhering to the half- and non-truths presented as facts.  Period.

 

Social media sites and even banks are suddenly punishing users for not adhering to the contrived climate-related data.  Yes, banks are engaging in what is called “ethical banking” and “ethical savings accounts,” to better serve the world.  Sure.

 

Just as with Jack Phillips and his beliefs of surgery to permanently alter the sex of people, or merely foisting their personal beliefs upon total strangers for some reason that’s unknown to me, is akin to the religion of climate change that has found its way into a once free culture.

 

And that sort of false god or idol is something that will have to be dealt with in the afterlife with someone way beyond my pay grade.  Enjoy your self aggrandizing while you still can.

Fish Shooting

 
Just as with most people, I enjoy an occasionally simple day tackling world issues, as well as those that directly affect me.  And today is one of those days.

 

Midterm elections are officially held tomorrow, November 8^th, 2022.  At stake are a few consequential issues that can, and will, influence the direction of America, for Americans as well as the rest of the world.

 

Although we know Election Day is established as 11/8/2022, countless people have already cast their ballots – some at least six-weeks ago – according to their particular jurisdictions.  That can be troubling.

 

Several races in different states have been contentious and have been clearly guided toward The Left by both the politicians and media, alike.

 

Not unlike the way the media has been regularly ignoring the facts of life, they are still cherry-picking stories and half-truths that continue to shape our nation’s policies of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

 

Contrived news articles from half-baked authors clearly influence teachers, schools, and subsequently students – for better or worse; today, teachers at all academic levels are stuffing lies into impressionable student minds, with impunity; and tomorrow looks equally bleak due to libraries salted with sexually explicit content that would make a sailor blush.

 

But here we are.  What can we do to separate fact from fiction, in order to formulate an informed voting decision?  Turn to late night TV for an embarrassing guide to American politics.  Oh, my.

 

One host, Stephen Colbert, has been the standard unfunny emcee of American and Conservative-hating media, regularly cheered on by equally clueless audience members.

 

Colbert, who made headlines in November 2020, over the last Presidential Election, was repeatedly reported as fighting “tears while eviscerating Trump’s Election Lies.”

 

This overly emotional Democratic Party shill has been carrying their water for years under the guise of comedy.  Too bad it is not funny.

 

Claiming “democracy” is being threatened, Colbert recently crawled out from under his rock in an attempt to sully other currently running Republicans.  He has touted false narratives of stories from strong, female Republican candidates, only to be exposed as being a liar, himself.  My bet is that his show will soon be canceled out of mercy.

 

Not to be outdone in the please-look-at-me category, Barack Hussein Obama, William Jefferson Clinton, Hillary Rodham Clinton, and Kamala Harris, are all burning those irreplaceable fossil fuels, traveling hither and yon, to stump for desperate in-trouble Democrats.

 

But it seems as though the long-term voting span has created a somewhat perplexing situation for those early voters; unfortunately, new information has been popping up like the proverbial turd-in-the-punchbowl, leaving those eager beaver voters with little recourse.

 

One race in particular is in Pennsylvania. There’re voting on a U.S. Senate seat between John Fetterman, current Lieutenant Guvnor, and Dr. Mehmet Oz, a well-known television personality.  But there’s a glitch in this contest.

 

Fetterman suffered a stroke earlier this year, and is now trying to straddle the line of being disabled, and able, simultaneously.  Of course the media is leading the march to publicly shame anyone who criticizes Fetterman.

 

However, Fetterman needed no help proving he is currently incapable of serving mashed potatoes, much less serving as a U.S. Senator.  A one-and-done “debate” between Fetterman and Oz proved what many viewers suspected the results would be: a catastrophe.  Still, the fix is in.

 

President Biden has been taking his amusing show on the road to get credit for his accomplishments: the economy, border, gasoline prices, supply chain, foreign relations, inflation, world peace, and racial harmony, are just a few of his braggings.

 

Throughout his public appearances he regularly stutters, stammers, slurs his speech, and fabricates his words, all while wearing a distressed look that often switches to anger.  Yet, he rarely tells the truth.  Alas.

 

On the other hand, Republicans – many of whom ignored and disrespected President Donald J. Trump, during his term – still seem to anticipate a good fight to lose this “gimme” election.

 

All this comes at a time when the idiom “Shooting fish in a barrel,” should ring true.

Shooting fish in a barrel refers to a ridiculously easy task for which there should be no chance of failure.

 

Long known as being gifted for snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, Republicans commonly switch between being frightened and hapless.  Like a baby’s diaper, politicians need to be changed regularly because they eventually stink as they are full of poop.

 

Let’s hope Conservatives grow a spine and begin fish shooting.  It’s about time.