Not a Big Fan

    But, seriously, get off Orangeman’s ass about golf. 

    Yes, we have to pay for his security and the optics are crappy, but for crying out loud, presidents have been using that most frustrating of games to relax ever since Dwight D. Eisenhower.  And, probably before, to be honest.  I just didn’t feel like doing any research into the golfing proclivities of people like Harry Truman or Woodrow Wilson.

Although, it's safe to say that FDR didn't play.

"Was that wrong?  Should I have said that?"

    Fun fact:  William Howard Taft was the first president to admit to playing golf. 

"Although, to be honest, it was more about
the roast beef sandwiches, doughnuts, and beer at the 19th hole.
  Those were to die for."

    Anyway, besides being a chance to relax, quite a bit of business is done on the golf course.  In fact, very few people know that the Cuban Missile Crisis wasn’t solved through diplomacy, but rather via a bet between John F. Kennedy and Nikita Khrushchev over who hit  the longest tee shots.

    NOTE:  This is not true.

"Good thing because I would have so kicked his assky."

    If you think I'm kidding, consider the following...

"I wish Truman would stop moving.  I almost hit him last time."

    Huh, whaddya know?  I guess Harry did get on the golf course.

"I'd hate for the American people to think I was a sucky golfer.  Because I am."

    

"Ah think the girl selling drinks digs me." 

"You win, we invade Afghanistan.  I win, we invade Iraq."
"All right.  We'll call it a draw."

"Of course I'll win.  Duh."

"This has sand.  Same, same."

"I lose, you're deported."

    Anyway, my point is, why get your knickers all in a twist over some dopey game?  Orange Jesus has a lot more to worry about than whether he takes a break by playing golf.

"Or your cankles."

    No really.  Let's concentrate on what's actually important.

"Are you still talking about Jeffery Epstein?"

    Precisely.

Are You Still Talking About Jeffery Epstein?

"You are? I didn't know that."

       Unless you’ve been living under a rock, the debacle associated with all things Jeffery Epstein has exploded into a fireball.  And President Trump hasn’t helped things.  I fear that the loss of goodwill incurred by a flippant, “Are you still talking about Jeffery Epstein?” is irrevocable.

    The resulting schism in the Republican Party comes at a time when the nation is already polarized.  The split between those who demand justice for young victims and those cultists who just want us to shut up and move on is very real and very chilling.

    The probable result?  Look at my last post about the 1912 and 1992 elections to see how I view that possibility.

    What should be even more unsettling?  The GOP has lost the support of many Independents like myself.  Some indeed voted Orange last year (I did not-and it was crap like this which guided my decision).  However, in a “fool me once, shame on you” kind of way, they don’t want to be fooled twice.

    But, but...Orange Jesus has done so much good, lobotomized drones bleat.  Why let a little thing like the RAPING OF CHILDREN derail all things MAGA?  You must be afflicted with Trump Derangement Syndrome, Karen.

    I will not debate the good things that Trump has done (Leftists would, but that’s for another time).  However, I learned a very useful saying when I was in the Navy.

No, not "How much, Miss?"

   

    That saying was "One 'aw shit' can erase a ton of 'attaboys.'

    Well, this is an “aw shit” moment if I ever saw one.

    The problem is that this may not even be Trump’s doing.  The whole goat rope started when the grandstanding Attorney General, Pam Bondi, bragged on the “Jesse Waters Show” in February that she had the “Epstein List” on her desk and would be releasing it very soon.  If not the next day.

    Well, wouldn’t you know it, last week she said there was no list.

"And there may not even be a desk."

    Wait.  What?

    Now, either Ms. Bondi is a liar.  Or she is criminally incompetent.  At best, she is a liar of the Walter Mitty variety.

Meaning, she wanted to brag on national TV,
even though she didn't actually have the goods.

    At worst, she’s covering up for some pretty important people, not the least of whom is her boss (for the record, I don’t believe Trump is on the list.  But, hell, I believe we landed on the moon, too).

    Exacerbating things is that the President, in characteristic fashion, stubbornly refused to hold his Attorney General accountable.  He should have immediately asked for her resignation.  But, he didn’t.  

    Rather he defended her for the good job she is doing (and she overall is, but, remember…one ‘aw shit’) and doubled down that the entire affair was a nothing-burger.

    Despite having campaigned on that issue and demanding (among others in his campaign) that the list be released.  If it wasn’t, he promised, his Justice Department would.

    Most ludicrous, he blamed Biden and Obama for making the whole thing up.  Now, I'm a huge critic of Black Slappy and the Demented Delaware Turnip, but that's nuts.  Those two did enough damage.  Just not this. 

    So, here we are.  The mid-term elections are a little over a year away.  I can’t see how the Republican Party erases the "Epstein Stench."  Meaning the party who thinks men belong in women’s sports and pre-teens should receive gender-affirming care without parental notification gets the House back.

    I can’t imagine a significant number of Republicans will vote for a Democrat.  However, I can foresee a significant number of Republicans staying home.  Possibly me among them.

    So, yeah, this isn’t good.

    What’s personal to me is that I live in Virginia.  This November my state will hold elections for, among others, governor (per commonwealth law, a governor can only serve for one four-year term).

    Up for that job is the present Lieutenant-Governor, Earle Winsome-Sears.

    I’m afraid the air will not have cleared sufficiently enough for her to defeat her opponent, Crazy Abigail Spanberger.

"Ya think?  Aw, shit."

    Told ya.

    Since this thing blew up, I’m starting to rethink my opinion of the America Party.  I can’t vote for a Republican anymore (especially considering that today, House Republicans all voted to squelch the release of a "non-existent" list).  There’s no way on this earth can I bring myself to vote for a batshit-crazy Democrat, though.

    So, Elon Musk may be offering what is now a real alternative.  Although, my opinion of third parties remain the same.

    Seriously, though, I don’t know.

    But, you know what I do know? 

There's a whole lotta happy Democrats out there.

 

And Here I Thought He Was Smart

 

    Well, the idiot savant of the tech world, Elon Musk, has decided to form the “America Party” in protest against Donald Trump and the Republicans.

      His much-publicized feud with Trump stems in large part with his dissatisfaction over the recently-passed “Big, Beautiful Bill.”  Ever since he first made known his displeasure over what he calls a spending disaster, the split appears to be irrevocable.  Musk has apparently taken his electric ball and gone home.  All the while launching cheap hits on X (Twitter, whatever).

    Trump, of course, is being Trump.  I doubt anyone is surprised at Orange Jesus’ behavior.

    Musk, on the other hand, is acting like a butthurt teenage girl.  Not a good look for either of these two.  I’ve always thought Mr. X (Twitter, whatever) was a bit of an oddball.  This, though?  This is Rainman territory.

Unsure of his opinion about K-Mart, though.

    I’m sure the Democratic Party is over the moon with joy.

"We can still be batshit crazy, because the Tesla guy is worse!"

    This is not meant to be a full-throated endorsement or examination of the BBB.  We’ll leave that for another time.  Suffice to say that I am overall in favor of legislation which admittedly has its share of flaws.  Anything that every single Democrat categorically rejects has my endorsement, though.

    So, there’s that.

    No, I’m writing this to state my dismay at this idiotic move to unseat Republicans.  How Musk can possibly think this will do anything except return the Democrats, a party which can’t even define a woman, to power is mind-blowing.

    I would rather that he work within the GOP to change it.  Thank the Lord, Donald Trump will be gone in less than four years*.  By working with The Donald’s successors, the whiz kid of Space-X could effect real change.  If he’s being sincere, and not some weirdo with an ax to grind, that is.  The course he’s on, though, promises to bring the circus back to town in Washington.

One of the clowns

    I realize he’s from South Africa, but surely he (or his advisors) HAS to know what happened the last time butt-hurt people sought to split the Republican vote.

    1912:  Theodore Roosevelt courted those unhappy with William Howard Taft.  We got Woodrow Wilson.

    1992:  H. Ross Perot offered a possible alternative to Geoge H.W. “Read My Lips” Bush.  We got Bill Clinton.  Not as bad as the racist Wilson but…

"Depends on your point of view."

    In summary, if Elon Musk insists on this foolish poke-in-the-eye to establishment Republicans, I hope the “America Party” is as successful as the “Pat Paulsen Campaign.” 

This was during a simpler time.
We didn't think women should have penises, either.

        

 *Unless Orange tries for a third erm.  THAT would be a disaster of unimaginable consequence.  Surely, only his brain-dead zombies would be in favor of that.  He’d lose everyone else.  Please, Lord…

To Paraphrase-and Apologies to-Katy Perry

      I met a girl and I liked him.

    No, not in that way.  I am happily married.  Who likes girls who remained girls.  And I won't kiss another guy.

  

    What I mean is that I met a transgender individual last weekend.  Oh, I have no doubt that I've met one before, but I just didn't know.  Something may have seemed a little "off" about this person or that person, but I didn't ask for proof.

    Plus, I'm kind of numb that way.

    After all, it's not like there's a transgender uniform.

There are uniforms for other persuasions, though. 

    No, I went to a party for this particular person.  And it wasn't a "Hey, look at me! Aren't I brave!" kind of event.  It was just a regular barbecue held in honor of this man's return from an extended job in another state.

    Notice that I wrote "man."  Because, even though he started life out as a girl (I've been told he looked like a young Chastity Bono), he has transitioned to a guy.  And, I wouldn't have known the difference.  He was an engaging, pleasant individual with a sense of humor and joy for life that a lot of people yearn for.

    I enjoyed speaking with him and look forward to our next visit.

    After I said, "Nice meeting you, buddy," I realized something about myself.  Of course, I've always maintained that it didn't matter to me on what side of the street you walk.  However, this was the first opportunity to "put my money where my mouth is" and appreciate someone for who they are.

    After all, people are people.

And assholes are assholes.

    Mind you, I still think there's a bit of mental illness involved with someone who wants to cut off body parts and take hormones of the other sex.  To be clear, though, it's just my opinion.  An opinion I wouldn't share with anyone.  Well, except here.  

    Because, hey, who am I to judge?

Besides, I have my own problems

   The way I see it, if you're happy and not a jerk to others, then live your life, my friend. 

    I wish more of us met more of the "other" us.  Perhaps that way, some of the agonizing division which rend our society would start to heal.

    I honestly think we'd then be less inclined to see each other as intolerant monsters.