Dead man walking. That's what I see when the "patriot and veteran" Tony Bobulinksi held his press conference a mere two hours before Biden took the stage for his final Presidential Debate against incumbent Donald J. Trump.
The upshot? Joe lied when he claimed he never discussed Hunter's business dealings with China. We all knew that already but it felt good to approach the Presidential Debate with "liar" fresh in the minds of the American people. Naturally, the press tried to forge a link with Rudy Giuliani but Tony held firm on "no questions."
Tony's presser almost eclipsed Amy Coney Barrett's nomination to the Supreme Court being approved (despite the Democrats' silent tantrum by boycott) for the Senate vote. If that weren't enough, Ghislaine Maxwell's deposition was also unsealed. Those women should not be mentioned in the same paragraph.
It's been a banner day for American political news. An embarrassment of headline riches. But I digress. Focus. Debate. Oh yeah, right. Debate.
Amy Coney Barrett Nomination to the Supreme Court Advanced to Senate Despite Democrat's "Surreal Boycott" of Vote
Rarely has our nation seen a judge more competent and qualified to serve on the Supreme Court than Amy Coney Barrett. During her confirmation hearing, she held me in thrall with the magnificence of her mind. Only once before has anyone inspired the thought, "Greatness walks amongst us." His name is Trey Gowdy. In Amy Coney Barrett, I feel the same awe and chills once again.
With Amy's confirmation, Lady Justice will no longer peek from underneath her blindfold. No longer will there be a finger surreptitiously pushing down on one side of her Scales of Justice.
When Barrett's Senate confirmation comes, and it will on Monday, we Americans can breathe a little easier knowing that Justice in America has been protected for decades to come with Amy sitting on the Supreme Court alongside Justices Kavanaugh and Gorsuch.
I was the same kind, funny person the day I expressed my support of President Trump on Facebook as I was the day before. But you'd never know it from the bizarre reaction of the Liberal Snowflake who'd been my Facebook friend...up until that fateful day.
With f-words flying, she mumbled from behind her mask, "I should have known you were not a shafe shpace" and flounced out of my gentle cyber world into the real world full of those horrible, nasty Trump supporters.
Life must be Hell for her.
This is a rant. Plain and simple. If I don't rant here, I'll burst a blood vessel because I don't have President Trump's grace and patience. Within the first five seconds of the Trump Town Hall hosted by Savannah Guthrie, I was using words that would make a sailor blush.
Please tell me I'm not the only one.
In yet another example of Trump-debating-and-beating-the-Moderator, the Mainstream Media culminated a week of doing every possible thing to silence any anti-Biden news with this charade of a Town Hall.
How exactly is that supposed to serve the Democratic ticket!?!
Don't they know that a martyr is more attractive, not less?
"You are a liar."
I don't usually engage in personal comments on Twitter but I couldn't let Gabriel Sherman of Vanity Fair and The New York Times get away with it.
The MSM watched the 4 minute clip of President Trump speaking from Walter Reed.
We, the American people, watched the same 4 minute clip.
We saw our usual strong leader, breathing normally, upbeat, energetic, caring, loving and chomping at the bit to get back to work.
The MSM painted him weak, gasping, coughing, leaning on the table for support, fearing for his life. Bullshit!
They lie. They gaslight us. Or maybe it's some kind of "blab it, grab it" voodoo. They throw their lies out to the Universe hoping some dark power will make their fondest wishes come true.
Hey! I'm grasping at straws here because the MSM defies logic.
In 1755, at the Battle of Monongahela, all weapons were aimed at General George Washington. Two horses were shot out from under him and, after the battle, he discovered four holes from musket balls in his coat.
But no one could touch him. The Chief finally told his braves to stand down as the Great Spirit was watching over General Washington reportedly saying, “he will become the chief of nations, and a people yet unborn, will hail him as the father of a mighty empire!”
So it is with President Trump. He may not be a religious man but, I believe, He is God's chosen man "for such a time as this." No harm can or will befall him as he and Melania are enveloped in the prayers of the saints.
Pray without ceasing (1 Thessalonians 5: 16) and keep your eyes and ears pealed.
Growing up the daughter of a Political Science major, the Presidential Debates were the highlight of our lives every four years.
And every four years, my parents' faces would droop with disappointment as every Republican candidate failed to hit their opponent where it hurt. As they politely ignored their opponent's scandals, my parents would say in disgust, "The Republicans are just too damn gentlemanly."
Now we know, that wasn't true at all.
They were RINOs! Republican In Name Only.
They were on the same team as their opponent. George H. W. Bush (of mistress Jennifer Fitzgerald and Boys Town infamy) proved that when he called Bill Clinton, "my son" and George W. Bush referred to Hillary Clinton as, "my sister-in-law."
When I heard that, it reminded me of that famous quote from the 1954 movie A Star is Born. "If you'll be kind enough to glance between my shoulder blades...you'll find there a knife. On its handle are your initials."
The knife was between our shoulder blades. Whoever we voted for, whoever won, nothing much ever changed. We were duped. Played for saps.
Enter Donald Trump.
Joe Biden is the gift to Conservatives that keeps on giving and Tuesday night's Presidential Debate was no exception. Under a banner reading "The Union and the Constitution Forever," I've never seen two candidates come out swingin' so quickly. It was a fight from the start and Biden, despite his unpatriotic black-and-white tie, was the one bleeding.
As my husband and I watched the National Day of Prayer and Repentance, the moment came where Franklin Graham asked the congregation on the National Mall to pray. After a hushed moment, the sound of 50,000 voices raised in prayer swelled in a great din of supplication. Glancing over at Michael, I noticed that he was covered with goosebumps...and he doesn't goosebump easily.
As tears flowed down my cheeks, I had goosebumps on my goosebumps.
Thank God for a nation that prays in the name of Jesus, Amen.
This would be a great time in the world
for some man to come along that knew something.
Now that's funny, I don't care who ya are. Republican, Democrat, Independent...Americans just want someone in the White House who knows something. In the days leading up to Election Day, let's not forget to laugh together. It's the shortest distance between people and Heaven knows this nation needs to come together again.
Will Rogers knew that. Born in 1879 in Cherokee Nation, Wikipedia describes Rogers as an "American stage and film actor, vaudeville performer, cowboy, humorist, newspaper columnist, and social commentator." Not bad for a High School drop-out.
His genius was making us laugh at ourselves about topics we Americans took much too seriously in the 1930s and still do today. Topics like politics and government. Rogers' quips are as accurate today as they were back then, proving that nothing much ever changes.
Remember, write to your Congressman.
Even if he can’t read, write to him.
Will didn't try to be funny, per se. He just observed America and then reflected ourselves back at us. As he liked to say, "All I know is just what I read in the papers."
For you young whippersnappers, that's several large sheets of printed paper, folded together, that crackles authoritatively when you shake it over your morning coffee. Try that with a Kindle!
Why don’t they pass a Constitutional Amendment
prohibiting anybody from learning anything?
If it works as good as Prohibition did,
in five years we will have the smartest people on earth.
Or just teach Common Core via Zoom. That'll make kids thirst for knowledge...if they aren't arrested for trying to learn like Maverick Stow.
As soon as Donald Trump clinched the Presidential Nomination in 2016, that's when it all started.
Trump vs Mental Health
Somehow it was assumed that Trump (and his supporters) could never be pro-Mental Health.
On Psychology Today, who has approached me to join their team, there are tens of thousands of articles about President Trump and I've yet to find a positive one.
In August of 2016, the founder of PsychCentral labeled Trump, "the consummate American bullshit artist" and further proceeded to insult every Trump Supporter on PsychCentral by saying, "the American people will buy any line of B.S."
Having learned that their boss hated Trump, all the other PsychCentral psychologists, therapists and bloggers felt free to clamber aboard, gleefully bashing Trump in their articles.
Save one: me.
Here's what I've wanted to know since 2016: When did caring about Mental Health supposedly become the sole province of Liberals?
When did supporting Mental Health and supporting Donald Trump become mutually exclusive?
Yesterday, I received an alarmed email from my marketing service informing me that 7.58% of my readers had unsubscribed after I wrote They Said Trump Is A Malignant Narcissist. Was I off-topic, they wanted to know? Had I erred in some way?
I've been writing about all the usual topics - cults, narcissism, freedom but as they relate to America and Donald Trump. Apparently, that pissed off exactly 7.58% of my subscribers who are Biden/Harris supporters.
Then I realized something: You can't write about narcissism without also writing about America, patriotism, freedom...and Donald Trump.
Our fight against narcissism is a fight for our God-given American Freedoms in the microcosm of our relationships. But you won't even know you have those freedoms without America. What we're fighting for, nationally and personally, is for freedom "against all enemies, foreign and domestic." Emphasis on domestic.
There are certain popular words these days that, once they are pinned on a person or institution, even if there isn't a morsel of truth in it, are automatically assumed to cancel them out...permanently. Words like...
As soon as Donald Trump announced his candidacy in 2015, screams of "Narcissist!" resounded through cyberspace.
It was the perfect label at the perfect time. The whole Narcissism trend had just started and I was in the perfect place at the perfect time too. As Trump began his presidential campaign, I began writing PsychCentral's first dedicated narcissism blog, Narcissism Meets Normalcy.
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