Israel Ends a Great Week, & CNN and Massachusetts Beclown Themselves (posted 9/20/24)

Well, here it is: my fifth consecutive column in one week. 

Many people said it couldn’t be done, and that I shouldn’t even attempt it.  “Sir,” they said to me, “It can’t be done.  Not do-able!”  (How’s that for just a light dusting of a Trump impression?)

But it’s Friday, and by the time this column is finished, I’ll have produced almost 9000 words of high-quality snarkery in one week. That’s a little more than 32 Gettysburg Addresses-worth! 

And Lincoln didn’t manage a single “terrorists have carnal relations with goats” jibe, even though everybody knows that you’re supposed to open a speech with a joke.  That’s Public Speaking 101.  (And it probably explains why his speech received very few laughing-face emojis, and he had to settle for the title of “Great Emancipator” instead of the more coveted, “President Hilarious Genius.”)

Of course, I’m not saying that taken together, my columns this week are 32 times better than the Gettysburg Address.  But I’m not saying that they are NOT 32 times better than the Gettysburg Address, either.  History will have to be the judge.

And I don’t envy History its very difficult choice.

Anyway, just when I thought I’d wrung every possible laugh out of this week’s cascade of Jewish secret agents – “The name is Bond, Schlomo Bond.  And I take my Manischewitz shaken, not stirred” – giving Hezbo terrorists the best prank calls ever – what with the hand-putations, the high-powered Lasik procedures, and the ballistic circumcisions – I saw CO’s iconic post:

Shabbat Kaboom 

Man I wish I’d thought of that one! 

How did I miss it?  There’s no way I’ll be able to top that.

Wait.  How about “Yom Kaboom?”

“Blast Hashanah?” 

“The Eight Days of Hannu-kaboom?”

No, forget it.  Too derivative.  The moment is gone, and CO has stolen my thunder.

I haven’t been this upset with him since he called me a diva, and said I was getting a big head.  Can you imagine?

I stalked right back to my trailer and locked myself inside.  Then I had one of my people tell one of his people that I’d only come out and write another column after I received two dozen long-stemmed roses and a sincere apology. 

Ah, who am I kidding?  We all know two things about CO: ladies dig him, and men can’t stay mad at him. 

Anyway, while I was fixated on Hezbollah members receiving the scariest phones calls since the famous one in the Muslim horror film “The Syria Scimitar Massacre” (“The call is coming from INSIDE the mosque!”), Democrats were still doing stupid things in this country.

I have time for two examples.

This week a freak-show panel on CNN was discussing what a dangerous, Hitler-y existential threat Trump is and how someone should really rid them of this meddlesome ex-president with a firearm of some kind.  (I’m loosely but accurately paraphrasing.)

Their latest bit of evidence was that Trump recently described how he talked to the Taliban leader, whom he called “Abdul,” about what would happen to him if he killed any American troops.  (He gave the guy a satellite picture of his house, which sent a clear message: if I want to talk to you, I’m going to skip the pager step and go straight to a Hellfire missile.)

So the CNN mouth-breathers barked and yapped about what a racist hack Trump is, saying something like, “he couldn’t even remember what the Taliban leader’s name was, so he just picked the most idiotically cliched Muslim name he could think of: Abdul.  What a xenophobic dope!”   

Annnnnddddd… it turns out that the Taliban leader’s actual name is… wait for it… but you don’t really have to, do you?…. ABDUL!

That’s right.  Nobody on a tv show – surrounded by technology which would allow them to instantaneously find out what the Taliban leader’s name is – could be bothered to instantaneously find out what the Taliban leader’s name is.

Great job, MSM hacks!  You’ve done the nearly impossible, proving that you are actually even lazier than you are stupid!

Our final story of leftist moral idiocy comes from Massachusetts (Unexpectedly!), where a week ago, a small group of people held a pro-Israel demonstration in Newton.  A 31-year-old named Caleb Gannon – he was wearing a pro-Palestine pin and a covid mask, so you know he really has his act together and is firing on all cylinders – noticed the demonstration from the other side of the street.  

So he crossed the street and calmly engaged the pro-Israelis in a respectful and substantive dialogue.  The end.

HA!  I kid.  He actually started screaming, “You’re sick!  You’re supporting genocide!” and then raced across the street through traffic – tragically, he was not hit – and violently tackled 47-year-old veteran Scott Hayes from behind.  Because: compassionate leftism!

Gannon wrestled with Hayes on the sidewalk, punching and trying to choke him, until Hayes pulled out his legally carried pistol and shot Gannon in the abdomen.  It was a clear-cut – and recorded from several angles! – example of self-defense.  Gannon survived, thanks in part to the first aid administered by members of the group he’d just attacked, including Hayes. 

“Has Hayes been given a ticker-tape parade, Martin, or just a key to the city for his heroic actions?” you might be asking.  But not if you’re as smart as I think you are. 

Because this is Massachusetts, and as a reporter explained, they don’t have a “stand your ground” law.

They apparently have a “watch helplessly while a hateful leftist freak charges you and knocks you to the ground” law.  

So Hayes was immediately charged with assault and battery with a dangerous weapon and violation of a constitutional right causing injury!  Supporters quickly raised $5000 to get him out on bail, and then another $250,000 for his legal defense.

Gannon was not immediately charged with anything (like the guy he attacked was!), but after a public outcry, he was also charged with assault and battery later.

It turns out that Gannon’s social media is full of posts condemning Israel and not Hamas for October 7th, and responding to American Jewish college kids complaining that they’ve been attacked on their campuses by the radical “tent-ifada” Hamas imitators by saying, “good, Zionists should feel unsafe everywhere.”

So stand by for the Massachusetts media’s forthcoming statement that, “We may never know what motivated Gannon to attack the pro-Israel group.” 

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to begin my refractory period after this historic 5-column week by taking a little medicinal bourbon and sleeping for 12 hours.   

Hamas delenda est!

More Explosions in Lebanon: This Time it’s Radios & Walkie-Talkies (posted 9/19/24)

You’re not going to believe this, but this is my fourth daily column in a row, and I’ve got another one holstered and almost ready for tomorrow.  Which means I am in the midst of pulling off the unthinkable: the fabled 5-column week!

I’m like a clutch receiver at the height of his powers, on 3rd-and-6 with the game on the line: you can’t stop me, you can only hope to contain me.

One of my contacts in the Trump campaign told me that the big guy just heard about this, and said, “Five columns?  I heard that, and I said, ‘A five column week?!’  This is like something nobody’s ever even thought of. People are saying it’s unprecedented.  No precedent for it!  First his great advice on debating, then his instant classic “Muhammad Dangerfield” bit, and now this?  I need that guy in my cabinet.  He’s just fantastic, right?”

How do you know that that quote is authentic, and didn’t come from Joe Biden?  Because it didn’t end with, “Pause.  Repeat the line.” 

I took a nap yesterday, right after reading about the Iranian diplomat who lost both of his eyes to an exploding pager, and the last thought in my mind before falling asleep was, “What would an Iranian diplomat be doing with a terrorist’s pager?”

You can imagine how my subconscious mind works, since you’ve been reading how oddly my conscious mind works.  So… yep.  My first thoughts when I woke up were, “Does this mean that Iranian diplomat is just a Ranian diplomat, now?”  (Boom!  Missing eye joke when you least expect it!) (He never saw it coming, either!) (I’m here all week, people.)

By the way, I’ve been reading all of your comments this week, and I appreciate them.  But I haven’t had time to respond to them.  Because I may not have mentioned this, but I’ve been turning out another solid gold column every 27 minutes over here!

Still, I appreciate your kind words, and thanks.

Just when I feared that Tuesday’s pager-palooza in Lebanon might be inducing a dangerous redirecting of my blood flow that threatens to last for more than four hours, a sequel appears, this time involving walkie-talkies (or as they’re now being called, “talkies-no-longer-walkies”) and radios!

Who knew that jihadis listened to radio?   (“Hey, cool camels and kittens, you’re listening to your 50,000-watt blowtorch out of downtown Beirut – the station with all the ululatin’ – and you knoowww our call-sign: K-BOOM.  It’s another wacky, Death-to-Israel Wednesday!  Fifth caller gets a signed copy of Hassan Nasrallah’s biography, “Mein Kampf? Me Too!”  Now sit back and listen to the Madrassah Boys, and their remake of the infidel surf group’s “Little Deuce Coupe!”  “She’s my little goat bride, you don’t know what I’ve got.  Well, I’m not bragging, Hamid, so don’t put me down, But I’ve got the sweetest she-goat in this one-camel town, I met her on a Monday in the neighbor’s barn, and soon we were talkin—”  BOOM! (then static)

You see what I did there?  It’s my version of the Mossad mind trick.  They implanted explosive devices in the ears of terrorists, and I just implanted an ear worm in your head.  Because right this minute, those of you old enough to remember the Beach Boys are bobbing your head and softly humming to yourself, “She’s my little goat bride, you don’t know what I’ve got.” 

Sorry about that.

This story just keeps getting better and better!  Imagine you’re a black-hearted little Hezbo anti-Semite.  All you’ve ever wanted to do is stuff women into bee-keeper outfits, toss gay guys off roofs, and kill unarmed Jewish civilians.  But on Tuesday your dad (Muhammad) and your uncles (Muhammad and Muhammad) and your grandpa (Muhammad) and even your cousin Joey – he’s always been an odd one – all answered their pagers, and no one’s heard from them since. 

Which reminds me of an old joke:

A young Muslim is seeking a divorce.  (He should have known the marriage was doomed right from the wedding vows, when the imam asked his betrothed if she takes this jihadi to be her lawfully wedded husband, and she just bleated and continued chewing on a tin can.)  But he doesn’t know marital law, so he looks for a local attorney.

He comes across a firm that sounds promising: “Muhammad, Muhammad, Muhammad & Muhammad, Esquire.”  So he calls, and someone picks up.  (This joke takes place before all the phones in Lebanon went ballistic.)

Voice on phone: “Hello, Muhammad and etc.”

Jihadi: “Can I please speak to Muhammad?”

Voice: “I’m sorry, he was droned last week.”

Jihadi: “Well then, can I speak to Muhammad?”

Voice: “He’s in Qatar until Thursday.”

Jihadi: “Then let me speak to Muhammad.”

Voice:  “He’s hiding in a ‘freedom tunnel’ and defecating into a bucket all afternoon.”

Jihadi: “Okay, can I talk to Muhammad, then?”

Voice: “Speaking.”

Back to the young Hezbollah would-be terrorist: What’s he supposed to do now?  His older brother (Muhammad) and his second cousin once removed (Muhammad) thought they’d found a work-around to communicate: two cups connected by a very long string. 

But in the middle of a conversation about murdering elderly Jews in wheelchairs, one of them said, “Hey, wait a minute.  This isn’t string.  It’s primer cord!  You filthy Je—” And… KA-BLAM!

Rumors that Nasrallah and Yahya Sinwar are now training a small flock of carrier pigeons have been confirmed.

Meanwhile, in a secret lab hidden deep beneath Mount Sinai, three guys in yarmulkes are gathered around a fourth, who has just put down a soldering iron.  He steps back, holds up a small metal band that would fit around a pigeon’s leg, and says, “Gentlemen, I give you the C4-DEADS.”

“Ooh,” one of them says.  “The C-4 Detonating Explosive Avian Delivery System? Nice!”

Next up: Shin Bet is working on a plan to make it so that if two terrorists cup their hands around their mouths to yell to each other across a rubble-strewn street, their fingers explode.

And, scene.

Oh, another layer of sweet irony in Pager-Gate just occurred to me. 

In the decades since 9/11 – memo to Que Mala: that day was just a tad bit worse than January 6th, you moron – terrorists throughout the Middle East and Afghanistan have been using cell phones and pagers to send signals to detonate roadside bombs and IEDs.

I bet they did not see this “Reverse” UNO card coming!

I cannot get enough of this story!  As Billy Edd Wheeler might say, I’m happy as a pig in slop right now.  (How’s that for an abrupt transition?)

Who’s Billy Edd Wheeler, you may be asking, if you don’t know as much about high-brow culture as I do?  He’s the songwriter with the most country music songwriter name ever, and he just died yesterday at the age of 91. 

Among other great hits, he wrote the most concisely evocative description of divorce ever, in Johnny Cash’s hit, “Jackson: “We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout./We’ve been talking ‘bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.”

(Taylor Swift has written 3,261 songs, and all of the meaning in all of them put together can’t match that one couplet.)

He also wrote one of the strangest songs ever, for Kenny Rogers: “Coward of the County.”  (It’s about the darkest subject, and yet treated so bizarrely, and put to such a jaunty tune.)  

If you’ve never taken a piece of advice from me before – and if so, see how your life is turning out?  That’s on you. – take this one:

Use “Duckduckgo.com” (NOT commie Google) to search “Norm Macdonald and Adam Carolla discussing Coward of the County,” and then listen to some 24-karat comedy gold! (I really miss Norm!) It’s two parts, and it’s worth it.

In fact, they also do a hilarious break down of “Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love to Town.”  And I’m just a simple, country doctor of literature and not a psychiatrist, but if you don’t think that’s funny, you are clinically insane.

In fact, if you listen to those two gems and don’t agree that your life has been improved by at least 1%, I will happily refund all the money you’ve put in my PayPal tip jar at Martinsimpsonwriting.com. 

What’s that?  You’ve never put anything in my tip jar?

I’m slowly turning away from you now…

RIP, Billy Edd

Not so much, Hezbollah terrorists.

Hamas delenda est!

Paging Hezbollah: There’s a new “Feel-Good Story of the Year” Leader in the Clubhouse (posted 9/18/24)

For those of you scoring at home, this is my third column in as many days, and I’m writing one for Friday, too.  I know what you’re thinking, and yes, I gladly accept the thanks of a grateful nation. 

Speaking of guys who are crushing it at life, how about those Israelis?  I thought they’d peaked for this week on Monday. 

Ooh, let me start this story a different way: 

Once upon a time, there was an Iranian-funded underground Hezbollah missile production facility near Masyaf, Syria.  (And yes, many Middle Eastern town names are apparently translations from Klingon.) But that was on Sunday, when Israel started hitting Syrian military sites in the area with very distracting air strikes.   

On Monday – as the local Syrian fighters were peeking their heads out, checking on the condition of their fellow jihadis and their goat girlfriends — Israeli special forces bad-asses fast-roped down onto the missile facility from a helicopter.  They killed 13 fighters, stole a bunch of intelligence documents, and then set explosive charges and got back into their helicopter, taking off and banking away as the missiles intended for Jew-killing blew up behind them. 

And if they weren’t blasting some eerie shophar music from under-mounted speakers as they streaked across the desert back home, they left some terrorist-intimidating money on the table!

So that was Monday, and already it was a great week.  But then… Man o’ Manischewitz!  On Tuesday, pagers started going off all over Lebanon. 

And I don’t mean “going off” as in beeping and words scrolling on a screen, but “going off” the way a hand grenade goes off.  Only much, MUCH funnier!

It seems that in recent months, terrorist leaders in the area had noticed that when many of their colleagues and underlings were on a cell phone, they had a tendency to get a spontaneous, drone-assisted colonoscopy courtesy of Mossad Mobile Phones.  After which their fighting effectiveness declined precipitously.  

So the leaders came up with a brilliant plan: let’s buy 3000 old-school pagers, and distribute them to all of our terrorist brethren throughout Lebanon.  They can’t be traced like cell phones, and if they were good enough to coordinate weed sales throughout NYC in 1990, why couldn’t they be used to coordinate Jew murdering in Allah-ville in 2024? 

Hilariously enough, they’d forgotten the third most famous rule in foreign policy, right after “Don’t invade Russia when winter is coming on,” and “Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line”:

“Never screw with a nation that has more Nobel prize winners than your nation has unmolested goats.”

It’s a cliché because it’s true. 

So somewhere between the pager factory in Taiwan and the filthy Hezbollah HQ in Lebanon, some clever Hebrew hackers get hold of the 3000 pagers and equipped them with the latest upgrade in detonating communications software. 

It was like the old Jewish vaudeville routine of putting a little charge in a cigar to make it explode.  Only much, MUCH funnier! 

Oh, to be a fly on the wall in the jihadi Costco warehouse where the pallets of pagers were being unloaded!  I picture a couple of flunkies slicing the packing tape on pager boxes, making small talk: 

Flunky 1: “How’s the missus, Bilal?”

Flunky 2: “Very content.”

Flunky 1: “You’re a lucky man.  She is one attractive ungulate!”

Flunky 2: “You too have done well for yourself.  Your Fatima has very shapely hooves.  And her coat? As white as the infidel Senator Elizabeth Warren!”

Flunky 1 (nodding modestly): “Hashtag ‘we must never stop mocking her,’ am I right?”

Then a middle manager comes in and gathers a crowd of jihadis around a long row of pallets.  “All right men, distribute these to everyone in your chain of command.  Make sure that they keep them on their persons at all times, preferably attached to their hip or in a pocket, close to their groin.  When the beeper sounds, have them hold the pager in their dominant hand, and look directly at it from a very short distance, to see the message.”

There probably aren’t any comedy clubs in Beirut, but if there are, I’ll bet Muhammad Dangerfield is facing a tough room right now. 

“It’s great to be here, you’re a wonderful crowd.  I’ll tell ya, I don’t get any respect from Nasrallah at all.  The guy hasn’t even talked to me in days.  (raising his hand) Has anybody else heard from him lately?  Show of hands?” (awkward silence, as angry weird beards stare sullenly at their bandaged stumps)  Oh, right.  Too soon.”

“Hey, things have been hectic at work, haven’t they?  I mean it’s only Tuesday, but this morning, pagers were blowing up all over the office.” 

Heckler: “Boo!  Get off stage!”

“My brother-in-law, he’s no prize either.  He got a message today asking him if he’d like to change his long distance carrier to Sprint.  As in ‘Sprint away from this pager as fast as you can!”

Heckler: “You are not funny man.  Go away now!”

“I’ll tell ya, he’s not doing well.  His beeper went off, and he lost his new robe and his old pronouns, if you know what I mean.”

And, scene.

Man, I love this story!  It’s such a masterstroke, tactically and morally.  There could not be a more satisfying way to strike evil people than to trick them into maiming themselves.  And this “Trojan pager” move has – for one, shining moment – solved the age-old dilemma of how to fight terrorists imbedded in a civilian population without killing tons of civilians.  And all without putting IDF soldiers at risk!

Every person with one of those phones proved his guilt and invited his just punishment, simply by possessing it.  And other than one or two innocents who might have been standing next to daddy (assuming daddy is a murderous scumbag) when he got his message from Jehovah, every person killed or wounded is part of a self-selecting surgical strike.

This ingenious move is going to bear fruit for a long time.  The terrorists had only gotten the pagers in the first place because their communications networks had been severely compromised.  Now they’re going to be frozen in place, and completely paranoid.  The only way to send messages will be by courier, and IDF drones can look for anybody running down a street with a missing hand or a scorched groin, and blast away. 

Between the PTSD, the career-ending wounds, and the recovery time necessary for those who can recover, thousands of evil killers have been taken off the board.     

Congrats, bravo, and l’chaim, IDF! 

And now, more than ever…

Hamas delenda est!

More Thoughts and Suggestions for Debates (posted 9/17/24)

After reading the comments on my column yesterday, I see that some CO-ers either think that Trump shouldn’t debate again because he’s winning without it, or because of the bad debate format he’d be stuck with. 

I hope that he’s winning, but I haven’t seen convincing evidence that he is winning by enough to overcome the margin of Democrat fraud.  And if there’s a straightforward way for him to widen his lead on her – which I argued yesterday he can very likely do in a second debate – I think it’s foolish to not take the fight to her.

Not to mention that it shows too little faith in Trump, and too much faith in Kamala, IMHO!  

Several of you also argued that Kamala will never agree to anything like a fair debate format.  I’ve got some suggestions about that below, but you may be right about that. 

But if so, it’s still a win/win for Trump to try to set up a second debate: he wins if he gets another chance to show the truth about Kamala in a debate, and he wins if he offers to debate and she runs away.

But even if none of my pragmatic reasons for a second debate have swayed you, I think there is an important philosophical reason that we should make the case for robust debates, and this applies to this election and future ones.

As much as people forget this, in a democratic republic, politicians are our employees.  Campaigns are a long series of job application tests, and debates are job interviews. 

Debates aren’t perfect, of course, and are a flawed mechanism to demonstrate who deserves our votes.  Often charisma can count for more than demonstrating a mastery of policy and the ability to govern, and too often both of those can be at least temporarily defeated by a near-sociopathic ability to shamelessly and convincingly lie.

But can you name a better mechanism? 

Stump speeches can be useful, but they’re canned and controlled, and usually not even written by the candidate.  Ads can be very effective, especially when they reinforce impressions that people already have about a candidate or policy, but they’re often even less honest than politicians!  Fundraising can gauge a candidate’s breadth and depth of support, but provides no direct evidence of his/her merit.

The closest option we have to a debate, in terms of preserving the Founders’ idea of legitimately informing voters, is a town hall.  And of course a town hall can be a format for a debate.  But it also suffers some of the weaknesses of debates, in that it is susceptible to using ringers in the audience to steer the proceedings.    

I’m glad that Trump has done a lot of town halls, but the issue is Kamala.  She hasn’t done any, and there’s no reason to believe that she will ever do one, unless it’s totally rigged in her favor.  Which brings me back to the importance of a second debate: it’s Trump’s best (and possibly only) chance to expose her truthfully to the American people.

The elephant in the room (if the Haitians haven’t eaten it yet) (I kid the Haitians!) is that our current system of debates sucks.

To fix our debate system – as with fixing anything that has become dysfunctional – we must first identify why and how it has gone wrong.  I see three main reasons:

1. Moderators have a self-interest in using their bias to favor their preferred candidates in the rules, and that’s exactly what they’ve been doing for the last several decades. 

2. Moderators have a self-interest in making themselves the center of attention. (When a Candy Crowley or David Muir type says something like, “I’m going to fact check you, because I don’t think you’re right about that,” or “I want to move on to another topic,” the only correct response is, “Who gives a damn what YOU think?”  And also, “Suck it, Trebek.”)      

3. Candidates have a self-interest in only debating if and when it helps them. 

The third reason presents a difficult challenge, but there are many ways to straightforwardly fix the first two, either by choosing the moderators objectively, or by minimizing the moderator’s role to near-invisibility.

Ben Shapiro cited an interesting Jewish model for choosing good judges/mediators of disputes: each side picks their own, and then those two choose a third. The resulting three-judge panel embodies the kind of checks and balances that our Founders initiated.

Other options could be to use a pair of moderators, one chosen by each side, or to schedule two debates, one format and location chosen by each of the participants.  But I would prefer the other choice: shrink the role of the moderator to a time-keeper and nothing else.

During my decades of teaching debate and argumentation, I saw that that can work just fine.  I learned that we don’t have to reinvent the wheel, because we have existing, time-tested debate templates that we can adapt and tweak as necessary. 

There are various good models – going all the way back to the Greeks, and more recently being used in law schools, and in academic forensics competitions.  Uncle Aristotle – and two millenia of smart people after him – offered a good basic partition still used today, in which each competitor gets a chunk of time to do two basic things: “confirmation” (advancing your own argument) and “refutation” (addressing/refuting your opponent’s argument).   

Some models offer debaters the chance to choose the topics – sometimes by mutual pre-arrangement – while others offer a list of main topics to be covered, with time allotted for confirmation and refutation on each topic.  A block of time for a closing statement is almost universal. 

CO mentioned that he saw a talk by Douglas Murray last week, and I love that guy.  (Murray I mean, though I love CO too of course.  Because to know him is to love him.) Murray would have a black belt in debate, if there were such a thing.

Everybody in CO nation should look up the Munk debates – they’re held in Canada, of all places – and watch the one from June, in which Douglas Murray and Natasha Hausdorff took on Gideon Levy and the execrable Mehdi Hassan on the subject of anti-zionism vs. anti-semitism.  The twist to the Munk debates is that the audience votes for who they thought won the debate immediately afterwards.  (Murray and his partner stomped their opponents, winning 66-34.) 

Trigger warning: if you watch last Tuesday’s pathetic ABC debate and then immediately watch a substantive, enlightening Munk debate, you might get the bends.  (You may also notice that in the Munk debates, the moderator is invisible.)

While the moderator issue is easily solved, the candidate issue is trickier.  I think we should require our candidates to have at least 2 – preferably 3 – presidential debates, and 1 VP debate, as had been the practice since the late 80s, until 2020.  (The Commission on Presidential Debates, who ran that system, was biased and did a mediocre job, but that could be solved by the alternative ways to choose moderators listed above.)

The trend for the last two election cycles has been for candidates at every level to strategically refuse to debate when they thought it helped them, and I hate that trend.  I’ve discussed how I think our debate system needs reform, but I’m a conservative because I want to conserve the traditions that made this nation great, and one of those traditions for a self-governing republic is debate.

I was pissed in 2020 when the Dems ran a basement campaign for Biden, using covid as an excuse to hide him from the public as much as they could.  They obviously did so to lie about his policies and the shape he was in, but he did do two debates with Trump. 

When I found out in 2022 that dimwit AZ Dem governor Katie Hobbs was flat-out refusing to have even one debate with Kari Lake, I was disgusted.  The trend continued with Fetterman only agreeing to one debate with Dr. Oz, and that one so late that a ton of early voting had already been done.  The extent of Fetterman’s brain damage revealed in that debate illustrated the folly of exempting candidates from debating. 

I’m going to anger many always-Trumpers now.  You know that I’m all-in for him, and will be ecstatic if he wins and devastated if he loses (to the point that my wife is worried about me if Que Mala wins!).  But I hate that Trump refused to debate in the primaries.  The debate is a job interview, and I don’t think you should be considered for the job if you blow off the interview. 

I know: Trump had already had the job, so it wasn’t like he hadn’t been interviewed before.  And seeing the way his polls took off when the Dems started indicting him on BS charges, I’m sure that he would have mowed through DeSantis and the rest just like he did in 2016.  But I still wish he would have showed up and fought and won, rather than taking what felt like a negotiated forfeit.

In a Machiavellian sense, of course, Trump was smart to skip the debates.  So were Katie Hobbs and John Fetterman, and so was the Hidin’ Biden strategy in 2020.  They took the most self-serving path, and they won.

But there’s a reason that “Machiavellian” is not a compliment.  The diluted moral taint accompanying it often carries karmic payback.  If Biden had been smart, he would have refused to debate Trump this year, and he’d still be the candidate.  And if he hadn’t deteriorated so badly, there’s a reasonable chance he could have squeaked through again. 

We would all be howling about that, and for good reason. Trump would have been howling too, but with no justification.  How could he demand that Biden debate him – because the voters deserve it, or it’s not fair to duck a debate? – when he refused to debate in the primaries? 

Trump correctly calculated that he had nothing to gain by debating in the primaries, so he didn’t.  But if you defended that choice, you can’t complain if either Biden or Kamala had refused to debate Trump in the general. In fact, they had much more justification for that self-serving choice than Trump did!  He was a clear front-runner, and had showed he could defeat all comers in 2016, while Biden and Kamala are both fragile frauds, and likely to get their lyin’ arses whipped by him in a debate.    

Okay, now that I’ve enraged everyone (!), let me close by reassuring you all that I know that Trump’s flaws are tiny and his virtues gigantic, when compared to Que Mala and A-WOLz, and he has to win in November! 

But I hope he does decide to at least try to arrange a second debate, hopefully with a modified format, different moderator system, or etc.  I think JD is going to wipe the floor with Walz, and I know that Trump might well win without a second debate.  But I’ve got faith that he can crush and expose Kamala in a second round, and that doing so is his best path to opening up the kind of lead that all the leftist cheating in the world won’t be able to overcome in November!

And looking forward – after Trump begins his second term (please God!) in January – I hope we can start working hard to come up with a debate format and schedule to implement for future elections. 

Because giving up on the prospect of ever having fair and substantive debates again is the farthest thing from a bunch of hardy Ameri-cans being cautiously optimistic that I can think of!

Hamas delenda est!

Some Thoughts & Advice on Debates (posted 9/16/24)

Over the weekend I gathered some more good news stories, but I’m going to hold off on those and post them in a Wednesday column, because I’ve had the more serious subjects of debates on my mind.

As I started drafting a “debate” column, however, it kept getting longer.  And since the only repeated quibble about my columns is that they are too long – you know who you are, and how dare you! – I’ve decided to give you one column per day for today, Tuesday and Wednesday.

I know: it’s like Christmas in September!  And you’re welcome.

To start with an example of why this column got too long and must be broken up: I can’t even get into my thoughts on debates without first quickly pointing out the funniest story of last week, which happened when A-WOLz was giving what seems to have become his usual stump speech – no substance, no policy, lots of Trump-smearing and pseudo-“I’m a Midwestern dad/coach/military hero” blather. 

But in the middle of the dishonest boilerplate, he made the most Freudian of all Freudian slips.  (That’s when you say one thing but mean your mother.)

He started telling a positive story about Kamala, but instead of describing her as a “young prosecutor,” he called her a “young prostituter.” 

I’d give that reference a “chef’s kiss” of approval, but that sounds like it could be a veiled reference to Que Mala’s Willie Brown days.  And because I’m not up on my California leftist sexual slang, I’m going to leave that one alone.

But it’s still funny!  And before you can say it, I know: let’s not act like children.

Okay, on to debates – both last week’s, and in general.

I’m very happy that five days later, the shameful tongue-bath that the MSM gave to Que Mala has done her no good, and may even have hurt her.  The over-the-top leftist moderators’ bias did not gain her any of the independents she needs, and even though Trump displayed some of his less pleasant attributes, his essential Trumpiness – for good and ill – has been so baked in that it doesn’t seem to have hurt him at all.   

Kamala’s empty and evasive answers have not gone unnoticed, either.  Perhaps the most explosive post-debate development is the report from an alleged ABC whistleblower that Kamala had the questions given to her before the debate.  That is shocking to me!

Not because the idea of corrupt leftist media types cheating for the Democrats is shocking – does anybody remember Donna Brazile giving Cankles McPantsuit the questions before the debate in 2016?

No, what’s shocking is that she could have performed like THAT, even though she had the questions beforehand!  The first question was, “Are you better off than you were four years ago?”

I wrote about her 330-word verbal dumpster-fire of an answer a couple of columns ago.  I pointed out how awful it was, and how she never came within 100 nautical miles of answering that rote question, which she should have been able to anticipate anyway.

But if she was GIVEN that specific question ahead of time, and had a week of intense “debate camp” to prepare, and THAT was still the best she could do?!  Sweet, merciful crap!

In tomorrow’s column I’m going to throw out some ways I think Trump can and should negotiate conditions for another debate with Kamala, because no GOP candidate should ever do a 3-on-1 cluster-schtup like last Tuesday’s “debate” again!    

But since CO posted a great question yesterday – “Which candidate needs a second debate more and why?” – that elicited thoughtful and varied responses, I thought I’d first give my answer.

And remember that while you obviously have a God-given right to disagree with me, you’re just going to make yourself look ridiculous.  So c’mon, man. 

(Why do I kid?  That’s right: because I love!)

While it might be too strong to say that Trump NEEDS a second debate more than the Cackler does, and he does need to negotiate conditions for a second debate carefully, he should definitely do a second debate.   

Because this election is way too close, with polls in nearly all the battleground states within the margins of error. There are some reasons to believe that Trump is doing better than the polls are showing – his numbers were underestimated in pre-election polls in both 2016 and 2020, and he’s doing better with blacks, Hispanics and independents than any Republican (including him in ’16 and ’20) has ever done, which should mean that he’s leading overall.

But there are also reasons to believe that Que Mala will do better than her polls indicate, primarily because of the depth of the Trump hatred that will motivate the other side to vote no matter what, and the well-known Dem fraud efforts (ballot harvesting, resisting voter ID, hinky drop box and vote by mail usage, etc.). 

We all know that Trump needs to win by enough to exceed the margin of Democrat fraud, and as close as this looks now, I’m not at all confident that he’s ahead by that much. 

So he should debate her again, for two types of reasons why – the first pragmatic, and the second philosophical. 

Let’s look at the pragmatic ones first: Kamala was as good as she could be in that debate; Trump can do much better than he did in that debate; and the moderator (if any) will be MUCH better than Muir and Davis.   

1. Kamala did as well as she possibly could… and she still wasn’t good!  Even with the moderators running interference, her vague and rambling answers left her vulnerable, time and time again.

In fact, most voters have no idea that Kamala did a solo interview with a local Philly ABC anchor on Friday.  It was a pre-recorded softball-fest with a sympathetic MSM lackey, and she STILL screwed it up.

She even repeated her first gaffe from the Tuesday debate; when the reporter asked, “What are your specific plans to bring down prices?” she launched a verbal death march of an answer with, “I grew up a middle class kid…”

You would think that after a presidential candidate went all this time without giving a press conference or a solo interview, this sit-down would have been heavily covered everywhere.  But it got nearly zero MSM attention, and for the obvious reason: she completely blew it.  (I know, but let’s not act like children.)

The more voters get to know her, the fewer votes she’s going to get, so she’s going to do as few interviews as possible. And when her best chance is to hide, and a debate with Trump involves total exposure, he should debate her, and hammer her if she won’t.       

2. Trump can do much better than he did in the first debate. While his first 20 minutes and closing statement were solid, he did pretty poorly in between, and I believe that he can learn from a painful lesson that is this fresh: don’t take the bait and get distracted, and stick to the specific facts on the issues!  (Melania should attend, and if he brings up crowd sizes or Haitians eating cats, she should walk on stage and kick him in the groin!)

On this point, he’s also got a great template to follow, provided to him by his strong VP choice.

I’ve been very happy to see the way JD Vance has handled himself over the last month.  He’s given over a dozen media interviews to MSM hacks, and he’s “won” every one of them, to one degree or another, by doing exactly what I’ve been talking about.  He doesn’t take their bait, but calls them out on the bias and distortion in their questions, and then doggedly advances his arguments.

His interview with Dana Bash yesterday was a great example.  If you haven’t seen it, you should watch.  (But make sure you’ve got an empty stomach, because she is absolutely nauseating.)  She “pulled a David Muir” – which sounds like a double-entendre, but I don’t know gay slang, and I don’t mean it that way – spending a ton of time talking up the “Haitians are not eating cats!” angle, coming back to it repeatedly, and making herself look totally obnoxious to anyone who’s not an all-in, far leftist.

JD parried her efforts well, doing the minimal amount of defending the constituent reports, and pivoting constantly back to the substance of the immigration issue, which Dana desperately did NOT want to talk about.  

Because the elephant in the room re: Springfield is the horrible results of the flood of illegal immigrants there.  And no, I’m not suggesting that the Haitians are eating elephants now! 

But only because there is no zoo in Springfield.

HA! 

(And that is why I’m cut out to be a harmless smart-ass, sniping from the comfortable environs of stately Simpson manor, and not a major-party political candidate.)

Where was I?  Oh yeah.

The main point of the story – which is horrible for the Dems and Que Mala, because it is entirely their fault, and incredibly unpopular throughout the country – is the cascading catastrophe caused by millions of illegals: hundreds of billions redirected from services for American citizens, increased crime, strains on schools and hospitals, etc.   

The best way to distract from that obvious truth is the “Trump’s racist cat-eating Haitians slur” talking point.  So Dana did her repulsive best to continually try to sell what JD wasn’t buying.  

But Vance knows that there is more than one way to skin a cat, so to speak.  (By the way, rumors that “More Than One Way to Skin a Cat” is the title of the best-selling cookbook in Port au Prince have NOT been confirmed.  So stop spreading them, people!)  And he beat her at her own game, and made her corrupt favoritism obvious.

3. The first moderators have been roundly lambasted by everyone, including many on the left, and EVERYONE not on the left!  Trump should be able to hold out for a better moderator — ask for Brit Hume and then Joe Rogan, and settle for Megyn Kelly maybe? – or even just a time-keeper who enforces time limits without interjecting otherwise.  But whoever he gets will be on notice that s/he can’t afford to repeat the level of corruption of Muir and Davis.

And even if they tried, the entire audience will be hyper-aware of that this time, and Trump can have some responses holstered and ready if they start going down that road again.

One suggestion, for the first time they show blatant bias: “I think it would make things easier if you just joined Kamala at her podium, so everyone in the audience knows where we stand.”

He could also be primed to respond to any of Kamala’s rote lies – fine people, bloodbath – if she’s desperate and stupid enough to use them again.  Just do the Reagan-esque, “There you go again,” and calmly point out the specific facts.    

Bottom line: Trump is a much better candidate than she is, and his track record is light years better than hers.  He’s an inconsistent debater, but she’s a consistently fragile and terrible debater.  And the optics of her challenging him to a debate that he refuses creates a lose-lose situation: it contradicts the reality that Que Mala is fearful and in over her head, and undermines Trump’s core brand as a bold fighter.

With this election still as tight as it is, I think it would be political malpractice for him to not take Kamala on in another debate.

Tomorrow I’ll discuss a couple of philosophical reasons Trump should debate her again, and suggest ways that he can negotiate a rematch that circumvents the pitfalls of recent debate formats.  

Hamas delenda est!

Three Feel-Good Stories (posted 9/13/24)

First, over the last 24 hours, a lot of polls, viewer feedback and focus group data about Tuesday’s debate has come out, and it all indicates that what we were hoping would happen after the debate is actually happening. 

Most persuadable viewers, especially independents, thought that while Kamala “won” the debate, she actually lost some of their support.  (For you non-history buffs, look up “Pyrrhic Victory.”)

One poll showed that though Trump was seen as losing the debate, he actually gained 1% in the poll. (What’s the opposite of a Pyrrhic Victory?  A “successful defeat” maybe?) Among several focus groups watching the debate live with those goofy “reaction meter” things in their hands, the independents agreed far more with the arguments Trump was making on the economy, immigration and crime than they tracked with Kamala.

A surprising amount of commentary, including on the left, criticized moderators’ comically obvious bias, as well as Kamala’s content-less answers. Even Jake Tapper said that, “she dodged questions” and “generally reverted to talking points.” And Dems who have been touting Kamala’s performance and the debate result have gotten some pushback in various venues.

My favorite example was when the far-left Seattle Times published a “fact-check” of Trump on X, saying that, “[He] falsely claimed during the [debate] that protestors took over a big portion of Seattle during the Capitol Hill Organized Protest in 2020.” 

Because Musk now owns X – God bless him! – readers can use “community notes” to fact check the pseudo-fact checkers.  And boy did they!  Tons of people immediately posted links to two major stories that appeared in a big local paper about the violent CHOP/CHAZ takeover, along with many, many tweets and mini-stories that appeared on that same paper’s website at the time.

The kicker?  All of those reports that contradicted the Seattle Times’ “fact checks” came from… wait for it… the SEATTLE TIMES!  OH!  OHHHHHH!  (He’s Sam Kinison, and he approves this message.)

How sweet is that?  The lying fact checkers debunked their own lying fact check!  More of this, please!

Second, I bring you the heart-warming story of an admirably toxic male, an Army veteran and father of a daughter in college, who doesn’t realize that in this Democrat/media era, a daughter needs her dad like a fish needs a bicycle, to paraphrase an old feminist mantra.      

Former Army Colonel Bill Steinkirchner and his wife Melanie live in southern CA, and their daughter goes to college 1000 miles away in Seattle. Last Sunday morning they got a call from their daughter, saying that when she was on her way to breakfast, a strange male had run up to her screaming, threatening and swinging at her.  She fell to the ground, but managed to get up and run, and get away. 

So Steinkirchner did the most dad thing ever.  He booked a flight, got on a plane, landed at 2:30, got to the campus area by 3:30, and by 4:00 he’d found the creep who’d menaced his daughter.  (The mom had found out on social media that the guy had done this repeatedly in that area.) When he yelled at the guy, the creep ran. 

The dad started chasing him, and called the Seattle cops as he was running.  When he told them what he was doing, the cops told him to “stop following” the scumbag, and repeated that “you can’t chase him.” 

Because: Seattle.

Colonel Steinkirchner told the cops, “No!  I’m not gonna stop following him.  This is my daughter.  I’ve got to get this guy.” 

Because: Colonel Dad. 

Right after dad cornered the perp, the cops arrived and handcuffed the bad guy.  I’m guessing their leftist bosses told them to get there before the criminal was treated harshly.  Because in Seattle you can tolerate BLM and antifa thugs terrorizing the town and turning downtown into CHOP/CHAZ, but you can’t tolerate a violent criminal showing up in a local ER with an army boot lodged in his rectum.    

In the story and pics, you can’t really see the criminal’s face.  But I’m still certain that he has a SFPI (Simpson Face Punchability Index) in the mid to high 90s, at least. 

I would like to have seen his punchable face when he was cornered, and the dad closed in on him, saying, “I’m Colonel Steinkirchner, and when you assaulted my daughter this morning, I was a thousand miles away.  But I used all my frequent flyer miles to get here in time to whip your arse.”

Picture that beta male’s thoughts at that moment.  He lives in Seattle, so he’s probably used to calling cops pigs and fascists. But now there’s a pissed-off veteran with a Clint Eastwood stare and a Panzer commander’s last name closing in on him in an alley, and he’s praying that those fascist cops get there immediately!   

I think the Colonel’s wife said it best in a Facebook post after the arrest.  “Way to go, honey!  Thank you for not ending up in jail yourself.”

You couldn’t have scripted that story any better. 

Except that maybe if he hadn’t been able to get a good cell signal during the chase, so that he had to catch the guy first, and then had to subdue him by going all “Sonny Corleone with a garbage can lid” on him.  Then the cell phone would start working again, so he could call the cops.

But that’s a tiny quibble.  Well done, Colonel Steinkirchner!

Finally, remember that time when Kamala Harris told the Israelis that they need to stop fighting with Hamas, and that they better not go into Rafah, because she’d “studied the maps,” and knew that would be a mistake. 

Well several days ago the Israeli defense minister produced a letter written earlier this summer by a Hamas commander named Rafa’a Salameh to the Sinwar brothers, who run Hamas.  In it, he reports that his forces have lost between 60-95% of their weaponry and around 75% of their goat-romancing fighters.   He complained that, “The last 25% of our [fighters] have reached a situation where the people do not tolerate them anymore, broken on a mental or physical level.” 

The Sinwar brothers would probably like an updated report from Salameh, but they’re not going to get one.  Because he assumed rubble temperature in July, when the IDF nailed him with a good ol’ dreidel drone.

But the bad news kept coming for Que Mala, when the Israelis decreed victory in the battle of Rafah yesterday.  She and Biden had done their best to prevent that.  Netanyahu had delayed going after the final four Rafah battalions from February through May, due to opposition from the White House. 

But he’d finally had enough of Joe and the Cackler, and the IDF went in on May 6th. Since then they’ve destroyed 8 miles of underground terror tunnels – American and UN tax dollars well spent constructing those, Joe! – and killed over 2000 terrorists.    

And now the Rafah brigade has been destroyed, leaving Hamas in the area “no longer functioning as a coherent military,” but as a few isolated guerrilla fighters.

Robert Gates once said that Joe Biden had been wrong on every foreign policy issue for the last 40 years. 

And now it looks like Que Mala is carrying on one more Biden-Harris tradition!

Have a great weekend everybody!

Hamas delenda est!

My Grades for the Debate (posted 9/12/24)

I’ll admit up front that I could only watch a few minutes live.  Because: blood pressure.  After it was over, I checked in on the coverage on the CO page and the Daily Wire, which is probably not the best way to process a debate, because it involves having your reactions mediated through the initial reactions of others. 

But over the last 24 hours I’ve watched nearly all of it, in smaller doses.  I say “nearly” because: blood pressure, still. 

But honestly, I’m so disgusted by Kamala and her MSM enablers – and so worried that the election is even close, and fearful of the horrible consequences should she win – that I couldn’t stand to watch more than the first few minutes live. 

If you’re a close reader, you will perceive my immediate post-debate frame of mind from the adjectives in the last sentence:  disgusted, worried, fearful.  I won’t be in that mode for long – I’m a toxic Midwestern male who was raised right, so I don’t do “fearful” and “worried” as a default setting – but this felt like an opportunity missed.

So I spent the actual debate hours as follows: I prayed for the country for a few minutes, then threw myself back into an “organizing my home office” project that I’ve been working on, and then watched the first half of the Lions/Rams Sunday night football game that I had DVR’ed.

I also spent part of the next 24 hours doing something that I find therapeutic when I need to burn off frustrated energy: working out.  I’m not a fanatical fitness person, but for the last six months I’ve been eating healthier and doing a daily free weights and pushup routine, and I tripled my routine after the debate. 

I may be fighting off increasing frustration over the election and our country’s future, but at least I’m starting to get some pecs out of it.  So I’ve got that going for me. 

Anyway, because my profession hard-wired me to give grades, I thought I’d grade the three debate participants: Que Mala, Trump, and the MSM. 

I’ve taken my grading system from Harvey Mansfield, a temperamentally conservative and actually great Harvard professor.  A few decades ago, Mansfield acknowledged the ubiquity of grade inflation – over 90% of grades at Harvard were “A”s – by giving his students two grades in his classes. 

He recognized that since all other Harvard profs were giving inflated grades, it wouldn’t be fair for him to give the authentic, actual grade that he believed students had earned, thus lowering their GPA.  (And likely ensuring that nobody would be taking his classes in the future!) 

So he started giving two grades: one inflated grade (which would appear on their transcripts, and was commensurate with other Harvard grades) and one “legitimate” grade, i.e. what he – with his old-fashioned, high standards! – believed the paper had actually earned.

So here are my debate grades:    

Kamala – her adusted grade (i.e. reflecting what semi-informed people who get their news from the MSM would give it) is a B.  Her legitimate (“Mansfield”) grade is a D-. 

She is an annoying liar, and she could no more get a passing grade than speak in an authentic black accent. (“Ah, ah say they-uh, Ya bettuh thank uh union membuh!”)  And she repeatedly gave her patented word salad answers to evade questions.  Example, from the FIRST MINUTE:  “Is the country better off now than it was 4 years ago?”   Legitimate answer: either yes or no, and here’s why. 

Que Mala’s answer?  It began with, “So, I was raised as a middle class kid….” And went on for – I Schiff you not – 330 words!  

For comparison, the Gettysburg Address is 275 words. 

I’ve read the Gettysburg Address.  I’ve taught the Gettysburg Address.  And Que Mala’s stream of consciousness rambling about her hardscrabble early years being born to two PhDs and raised on the mean streets of Berkeley and Montreal is no Gettysburg Address!

By the way, that moment was a missed opportunity for Trump.  As soon as the moderators came back to him after Kamala’s rambling answer, he could have said a variation of his line with Biden: “I don’t know what she just said, and I’m not sure that she does either.  But one thing is clear: she did not come close to answering your question, and we all know why.  You’re obviously not better off than you were 4 years ago, and Kamala and Biden are the reason.” 

I don’t know how many truly undecided voters are still out there, but if they exist, they had to see how dishonest and evasive Kamala was, and how annoying.  But she still gets the inflated B because, with the terrible moderators’ corrupt help, she managed to tone down her existential awfulness for 90 minutes and appear to be just an untalented, mediocre liar, instead of the worst politician of this century. 

Trump – his adjusted grade (recognizing that the MSM did everything they could to adjust it downward, as they always do) is a C.  His legitimate (“Mansfield”) grade is a B-. 

On substance and legitimate points, he won hands down, because he said a lot of true things (compared to Kamala, who said zero true things).  But those points were diluted by too frequent distractions.

He made some good points – he’s the first GOP pol I’ve ever seen nail a lefty with a pointed debate question on abortion (“Would you allow abortion at 7 months?”) – and landed some good jabs within sometimes over-long answers. 

A strong point was his closing statement, which should have also been his opening statement, and many statements in between: she’s in power now, she’s tied to Biden’s terrible policies, and every promise she’s making now is something she could have done over the last 4 years. 

His low points were the lack of message discipline, which even most of his supporters are wary of, IMHO.  Kamala threw out every bit of BS that she could to try to rattle him, repeating proven hoaxes (very fine people, J6 was worse than the Holocaust, etc.), and he took the bait way too often.  Frustrating!

One face-palm example was her dig at his crowd sizes.  Like everything else, this was a lie – Kamala’s crowds are smaller and phony, made up largely of bussed-in astro turf Dem hacks and union members – and Trump’s aren’t.  But that’s beside the point: crowd size is an irrelevant metric. (If his crowd sizes vs. Biden’s in 2020 were dispositive, he would have won by 30 points, even accounting for vote rigging and fraud). 

So arguing about crowd size is not just a waste of time and a distraction, but it connects with one of Trump’s negatives: his ego.  We all know that the national Dems are pathological narcissists with ginormous egos themselves, but Trump wears his on his sleeve, and it does not attract independents that he needs, to say the least. 

His smart answer would have been that every time she tried to bait him, he should have given a Trump version of Reagan’s head shake and grin, and, “There you go again.”  Which he could follow with a 1-2 sentence specific slap down, before returning to his policy arguments. 

Something like, “I know you’d like to divert us with childish distractions, and if I had your horrible record and failed policies – open borders that are hurting Americans all over the country, high crime, high inflation, record debt – I’d want to change the subject, too!  But I’m not going to waste Americans’ time on such desperate ploys, while the country is suffering from the Biden-Harris mal-administration.”

You know that Trump’s team had to have been coaching him to not take the bait, and it’s aggravating that after 9 years in politics, he still can’t reliably do it.  But that being said, since everyone knows Trump so well by now, I don’t think that that will seriously hurt him. But it’s a missed opportunity in a limited-opportunity environment.

The MSM “moderators” – Inflated grade, F minus.  Legitimate grade, F to the infinity of all minuses.

It’s often been said that we don’t hate the media enough.  But after Tuesday night, I’m getting there.   And may God have mercy on their souls. 

David Muir was a dishonest, condescending hack, as was Linsey Davis.  (I won’t comment on the well-known advice about how you should never trust someone named “Linsey” with no “d” in her name.  But she definitely proved that truism.)  

They made CNN look reasonable, which I wouldn’t have believed possible.

They did for Kamala what Kamala did for Willie Brown.  And they left that stage with the same amount of dignity as she had when she left his office, straightening out her clothes as if everyone in the outer office didn’t know exactly how her “climb the political ladder” plan was going.

This is not hard, people: YOU CAN’T HAVE PLAYERS FROM THE OTHER TEAM BEING REFS!  OH!  OHHHHHHHH!

(Sorry about that.  My keyboard is now intermittently defaulting to the Sam Kinison filter, and I’m having a hard time controlling it.) 

The bogus and constant fact-checking of Trump and gentle head-patting for Kamala was pathetic.

One way to counter that, for our candidates in the future:  When the first fact-check comes up, hit them immediately: “There’s no time for me to fully rebut that statement in this real-time debate.  But – [Here you give a specific evidential claim] – and I encourage everyone to do their own research on this point, and you’ll see that I’ve got nothing to hide, and I am telling you the truth.  My campaign site will have all the evidence, with supporting references, by the time this debate is over.  And when you confirm that for yourself, I know that you’ll remember who was lying to you just now, and why.”

In any case, one reliable conservative move for the last several decades (it has worked since at least Nixon) is to attack the bias of the press, and Muir and Davis gave Trump such a target-rich environment.  I so wish he would have taken 30 seconds to point that out!

For example, when they had fact checked him for the fifth time – often in distorted ways, and sometimes just flat-out wrongly – he should have started one answer with, “I’m going to answer your question, but I just want to point out that you’ve now fact-checked me (use some air quotes around that phrase) four or five times, and you’ve let Kamala lie way more times than that without doing the same to her.  People see what you’re doing, which explains how little you are trusted by the public.  Anyway, on to your latest biased question…”

One more note: I admire a lot about Trump, and desperately want him to win, and my analysis here is a little unfair to him, in one sense.  I’ve got time to analyze, and can apply “esprit de l’escalier” – the “wit of the staircase,” i.e. good responses/comebacks that you only think of as you’re leaving a party. 

Even though Trump had to know that many of Kamala’s false attacks were coming when he got to the party, the extent of the moderators’ wrong-footing him – even compared to past bad examples! – made his job a lot harder than ours is now, after the fact.

I think the Daily Wire post-debate panel got it mostly right: While this was something of a wasted opportunity for Trump, they don’t think this is going to fundamentally change the election.  It’s tight, and it’s likely to remain tight, and this debate didn’t change anybody’s mind about Trump (his Trumpiness has been baked into the cake for a long time now), nor about Kamala. 

They thought that Trump clearly won the first 25 minutes of the debate and the final statements, but that Harris’ taunting him on crowd sizes started him into a bait-taking mistake, followed by Muir and Davis turning in the sleaziest performance in the history of media whore-dom.  (I am paraphrasing slightly.)  

I don’t believe that Kamala’s handlers will let her do another debate, even though her side called for that.  (Purely as a feint, IMHO, because it momentarily makes them look confident.)   She’s an extremely vulnerable candidate, because she’s transparently dishonest and cloying, and also a dullard.  The fact that she survived one debate – yes, with the assistance of horrifically corrupt moderators – is the high-water mark of her political career, and she’d have nowhere to go from there but down.

(And okay, feel free to insert a Willie Brown joke here if you must.)

My main hope is that our side highlights the many instances of partisan hackery and lies from the moderators and Kamala, and then moves on to disciplined attacks on her and Walz, and that enough undecided voters see that and take it to heart.

Trump has his flaws, but he’s also got virtues, and you can’t say the same about Kamala.  She is a poisonous and inauthentic grifter, and we need to spend every minute and dollar between now and November bringing that before the voters!

Hamas delenda est!

I Assess the State of the Race, and Get a Few Rib Kicks in on Dick Cheney (posted 9/9/24)

I’m afraid that creepy Juan Merchan helped the Dems dodge a bullet last week.

As I was making a few notes for today’s column several days ago, I was prepared to discuss what I think will be the three most important events – barring some unforeseen world catastrophe or October surprise – remaining in this election season: the Trump/Harris debate, the Vance/Walz debate, and the sentencing of Trump on September 16th in the bogus NY “34 felonies” case.

And then the corrupticrat judge Merchan postponed the sentencing until after the election.  And just to prove that he is no more capable of shame than the Democrat hacks who have advanced the illegitimate lawfare cases against Trump, Merchan explained that he was doing so partly because he wanted to avoid the appearance of trying to influence the election.

You’re a little late for that, Juan.

Unfortunately, I think his decision was a smart one for the left, because they had painted themselves into a corner.  They thought that hitting Trump with an avalanche of charges and then trumpeting his felon status would turn the people against him and guarantee Biden’s victory.

When that backfired, and rallied even non-Trumpies to his side, they had only three sentencing options, all of them bad.  Merchan couldn’t give him no prison, because that would have infuriated the left, and implicitly admitted that the entire case was b.s. the whole time.  (You can’t scream that someone is Hitler for years, then convict him at Nuremberg, and then sentence him to… a stern talking to and a letter to go into his permanent record.) 

But by now everyone knows that sentencing him to prison would only re-infuriate his half of the electorate, make a martyr of him, and drive his polls upward.

The only other option would be to give him a deferred prison sentence, delaying his actual imprisonment until after the election and/or the appeals process was complete.  That would have combined the worst effects of the other two options, enraging the left and hyper-motivating the right and independents. 

So kicking the can down the road until after the election was the smartest course for Merchan, assuming that he’s a corrupt and dishonest partisan tool.  Which he obviously is.

I just wish that the Trump team hadn’t asked Merchan to delay his sentencing, which gave him the fig leaf that made it easier to do so.  The fact that the execrable Alvin Bragg did not oppose Trump’s request is more proof that the request inadvertently served the left’s agenda.

This was one time when I’d prefer to have seen the over-the-top combative Trump!  He should have dared Merchan to make his day, and insisted that he be sentenced immediately on these phony, trumped-up charges, so that he could begin the appeals that Merchan and Bragg know will overturn this illegitimate verdict. 

That leaves the debates.

I’ve been very happy with the way JD has been handling his many media interviews.  He’s obviously smart and disciplined, and he has exposed and shot down one bad-faith, dishonest question after another.  He’s also displayed an ability to avoid being distracted by the MSM hacks, and pivot back to the issues, and the obvious mistakes and flip-flops of Harris-Walz.  

Walz, on the other hand, is even worse than my first impression of him.  How does somebody spend literally decades lying about everything, and somehow not get any better at it?  He was never in combat, he knew that his Guard unit was going to be called up to fight before he quit, he didn’t retire as a command sergeant major, he didn’t get his children through IVF.   

If that guy told me that Liz Warren is a white lady, I might actually believe she’s a Cherokee.  (#wemustneverstopmockingher)

Also, I don’t trust a guy who’s two years younger than me and looks like he’s old enough to be my dad.

In his one interview with Que Mala, he showed why the campaign is hiding him as much as they’re hiding the Cackler.  His non-answers were evasive and pathetic, and his transparently phony “Midwestern Dad” act makes my skin crawl.

I’ve seen the real thing.  My dad was a midwestern dad.  My grandparents and uncles were midwestern dads.  I’m a midwestern dad, even though I’ve been transplanted to the Free State.

And if all of us were together having the cholesterol special at the Illini Lounge and Tim Walz came in and spent about three minutes there, my dad would elbow me and say, “Who’s the arrogant commie, and why is he wearing epaulets on a hoodie, and a whistle around his neck?” 

So I’m looking forward to JD Vance wiping the floor with A-WOLz. 

Que Mala is obviously a target-rich environment, too.  I taught argument and debate for years, but if I was assigned to prepare her for the debate, I’d tell her to fake a heart attack, and then run the rest of her campaign from an ICU bed, while an aide explained that she can’t talk because she’s intubated.

She has a horrible record, and it’s indefensible.  She has only one issue offering a polling advantage over Trump – abortion – and he’s blunted her attack by taking an inoffensive/mushy moderate position.  He favors the three common exceptions (rape, incest, life of the mother) that make up 1% of abortions, and his SCOTUS judges have left the issue to the voters, rather than dictating a result, the way Roe did. 

All she has is lies and distortions (which she can’t support), empty promises (which she could have carried out since 2021 but hasn’t), and ad hominem attacks (which she can’t spell). 

So it all comes down to Trump, and whether we’ll see good Trump – aggressive but charming, focused, and disciplined – or bad Trump – distracted and susceptible to being baited.

We saw both in the last week.  Trump’s address to the NY Economics Club on Thursday was great!  He laid out a menu of policies that would “Make America Affordable Again,” with facts and examples that would appeal to economy nerds and regular kitchen-table Americans alike. 

He hit all the relevant numbers – average increase in net worth and yearly income during his administration, and the erosion of both during Biden-Harris, along with the same pattern working out re: gas prices, groceries, interest rates, etc.  Plus Elon Musk is coming on board to analyze ways to streamline federal bureaucracies!

Then we got an hour of bad Trump on Friday, when he gave a rambling press conference blasting E. Jean Carroll and several other accusers.  He insulted one of his accusers’ looks, saying she  “would not have been the chosen one,” and disparaged his own lawyers.

Obviously Carroll is a loon, and that entire case was a blatant miscarriage of justice, perpetrated by a corrupt NY leftist court system, starting with passing a Trump-targeting law to retroactively change the statute of limitations. 

But we’re two months away from a crucial election, and every minute Trump spends on anything other than exposing and defeating Harris-Walz is a boost for the Democrats and a hindrance for Trump.   

Please, Mr. President, I’m begging you, leave the lawfare to your lawyers, and focus on winning in November.  Give us more of last Thursday, and less of last Friday!

Finally… boy, did Dick Cheney ever live up to his first name or what?  To think that a guy I once admired, a guy who shot a lawyer in the face, has sunk to endorsing Que Mala!

I understand that many conservatives have their disagreements with Trump.  I’m one of them, as regular readers know.  I didn’t appreciate it when he sided with woke mega corp Disney, when he trashed DeSantis, praised evil leftist Stacy “M-1” Abrams over the GOP alternative in GA, etc.

But those are all trivial objections now.  Trump is mostly conservative, and his first three years in office gave us the most conservative governance we’ve had since Reagan.  And Harris-Walz (and Obama, Imhotep Pelosi and whoever else would be pulling their strings) are far-left disasters who would spend every day in office undermining every conservative principle that our country was founded on.

Given all that, we have a binary choice, and NO conservative of any stripe can possibly choose to support Harris-Walz! It’s not even close, and the Cheneys have shown themselves to be fools, knaves, and many other things I can’t write in a public forum because I’m a gentleman.

No matter how many lawyers you may shoot in the face in the future, you’re dead to me, Dick Cheney!

Hamas delenda est!

A Few Thoughts on Crime and Punishment (posted 9/6/24)

As a conservative, I’m a big fan of the federalist system, under which each of the various states serves as a “little laboratory” for testing various ways of living and self-governing.  In a country as large and a people as varied as ours, “one size fits all” usually doesn’t fit very many.

For example, some states have high tax rates, many regulations, strong public unions and near-mandatory public schools.  Most of the people who vote for and run those states believe that people need protection from businesses and each other, and that higher living standards are primarily caused by wise central planning, and that an elite group of experts can make better choices for common people than they can be trusted to make for themselves.

Other states choose the opposite course: lower taxes, less regulation, “right to work” rules that allow unionizing but not coercion by unions, and more flexible educational options (charter or magnet schools, private and/or religious schools, homeschooling) for parents.  People in those states believe that they can make most of their own decisions, and that elites are generally sufferers of CRIS (cranial-rectal inversion syndrome), and should mind their own business.

You can recognize, with admittedly a little over-simplification, the former states as blue states and the latter as red states.  Over the last 50 years – and accelerating markedly over the last 10-15 years – the results of each groups’ laboratory experiments have become clear.  The three biggest red states (FL, TX and TN) are improving on most economic and educational fronts, and the three biggest blue states (CA, NY, IL) are deteriorating.

The easiest way to judge the success of the two competing systems is to watch population movement.  People have voted with their feet, moving from blue to red states; CA, IL and NY each lost a congressional seat – and FL, TX and TN each gained one – after the last census.  

And there were wallets attached to all of those feet.  Which is why the biggest blue states have lost millions of financially productive citizens to the red states, with FL, TX and TN gaining tens of billions in taxable income in the last couple of years, and CA, NY and IL losing similar amounts.

In other words the “little laboratories” in the red states are clean spaces filled with people coming up with technical advances and innovative new products, services and ideas.

The laboratories in blue states are alternatively exploding, collapsing, or on fire, and the people staggering out of them have dazed expressions, soot-blackened faces and singed clothes and hair.

Nowhere has the divergence of these two governing visions been more stark than in the area of crime and punishment.  Generally speaking, leftists have seen crime as the result of large, impersonal social forces – capitalism, racism, toxic masculinity, Donald Trump – more than the individual, moral choices of people.  Conversely, conservatives acknowledge that humanity (and thus human systems) are deeply flawed, but insist that criminals are responsible for choosing to commit crimes.

The two philosophies produce wildly different punishment strategies.  Progressives generally go easier on criminals, offering them cashless bail, a plethora of diversion/counseling/probation options, shorter sentences and no death penalty.  Conservatives are the opposite.

Conservatives favor “three strikes and you’re out” sentences.  (And a foul ball counts as a strike.)  Liberals favor “forty-seven strikes and we think you may have a problem” sentences. 

If you kill someone in many blue states, the judges and justice systems agonize over how society has failed you.  If you kill someone in Texas or Florida, we kill you back. 

I’ve written a lot of “stupid criminal” stories in previous columns, and those usually have satisfying endings.  A thug breaks into a house and takes the living-room temperature challenge when the homeowner exercises her second amendment rights.  A would-be car jacker takes the asphalt temperature challenge when he tries to car-jack the wrong person.  A brainiac trying to steal a catalytic converter from under a car fails the “can you set up a jack that won’t fall?” challenge.  (The first paramedic to arrive thinks, “We would have started chest compressions, but his chest was plenty compressed already.”) 

Most of these stories take place in red states, where there is social encouragement for those who fight back against crime and criminals.  Those that happen in blue states or cities often end badly for the non-criminal.

When Austin Simon attacked an elderly bodega worker in NYC, the old man stabbed him in self-defense.  When Simon died – turns out he had a long criminal record and was out on parole after assaulting a cop (UNEXPECTEDLY!) – leftist jackass DA Alvin Bragg charged the old guy with murder.  (Only a huge public outcry forced him to drop the charges.)   

Similarly, heroic Marine Daniel Penny choked out a violent recidivist criminal who was threatening citizens on the NYC subway, and when the perp died, Penny was charged with murder and had his life ruined.  In Tim A-WOLz’s Minnesota, career criminal and woman-beating junkie George Floyd became a secular saint when a cop was accused of being too rough with him while he was in the midst of fatally overdosing.  

And you can’t even trust that criminals who are appropriately convicted and sentenced in blue states will stay in prison, where they belong. Consider the case of California pedophile Charles Mix, whose mugshot should be entitled, “Satan Needs a Haircut.” 

This waste of oxygen was 47 and living with a family in 2003 when he stole a car, kidnapped their five-year-old girl and spent 12 hours molesting and taking pictures of her before he was caught.  Even in CA, he was convicted and sentenced to 350 years to life in prison.  Which means that – by my rough, English-professor math – he could possibly be released when he’s 397 years old. 

Of course to conservatives like me, that’s not punishment enough.  We hear this and ask questions such as “Have we forgotten how to hang people by the neck until they’re dead?” or “Are all of our firing squad rifles broken?”  Or “Can anybody run down to the library and grab a book on the Middle Ages, so we can brush up on that ‘drawing-and-quartering’ process?”

But he did his child raping in a blue state, so he gets the benefit of progressive jurisprudence.  “Well, at least he’s going to die in prison,” you are saying to yourself.

But you haven’t been paying attention.  Because now he’s up for parole.

I would engage my Sam Kinison filter, but that many F-bombs in all caps are not fit for a classy, family-friendly column like this one.     

It seems that in 2014 CA began a warm-hearted policy called the “Elderly Parole Program,” wherein prisoners over 60 – no wait, they dropped that age to 50 in 2021! – can be paroled after serving 20 years, no matter how long their original sentence was. 

I’m not making that up.  The leftists who run CA think we should be compassionate to pedophiles and murderers if they are elderly 50-somethings!  

Let that sink in.  I’m a fine figure of a man (“and handsome too” – obscure Elvis Costello reference, check) and I like to think I’m not THAT far past the height of my powers.  And that evil creep is only 6 years older than me!  It’s a horrific defect in leftist thinking – and outrageously mis-placed compassion – that could allow someone like that to walk free.

The same thing is happening on a societal level all over the world.  The progressive sympathy for  illegal immigrants over law abiding citizens explains the sanctuary city madness, and the accompanying crime waves.   This week police sources in NYC reported that 75% of those arrested in Manhattan are illegals.

Meanwhile in Germany, the number of gang rapes has exploded, and the German government – in good, progressive fashion – is trying to suppress inconvenient truths about the perpetrators.  When two parliamentarians – described as “right-wing populists,” naturally – got some government data, it turned out that out of 155 identified suspected rapists, 84 were “auslanders” (foreigners), while 71 were German citizens. 

It’s bad enough that over half of your nation’s rapists were imported, but the entire truth is even worse.  Because when the “right wingers” checked records of the 71 “citizens’” first names, they found a whole lot of “Muhammeds,” “Bilals,” and “Ibrahims.”

When those names were factored in, a German newspaper concluded that “78% of all suspects [likely] had a migration background.” 

The left’s ideas about crime – what causes it, and what to do about it – have borne a bitter fruit.  The women of Germany (and throughout Europe), the residents of American sanctuary cities, and our country in general has paid a high price for those failed ideas.

Having said all that, I’ve got a lot of friends and colleagues who are lefties and/or vote Democrat, and most of them are good people, with good intentions.  But that is cold comfort, since their intentions don’t change the results of their policies. 

I’m reminded of a quote from the great Lutheran theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer, murdered by the Nazis just a month before WWII ended.  It’s a little long, but I think it’s worth quoting in its entirety, because it sums up our dilemma in this election, IMHO:

“Stupidity is a more dangerous enemy of the good than malice. One may protest against evil; it can be exposed and, if need be, prevented by use of force. Evil always carries within itself the germ of its own subversion in that it leaves behind in human beings at least a sense of unease. Against stupidity we are defenseless. Neither protests nor use of force accomplish anything here; reasons fall on deaf ears; facts that contradict one’s prejudgment simply need not be believed…  For that reason, greater caution is called for when dealing with a stupid person than a malicious one.”

Hamas delenda est!

Kamala’s Interview Gibberish, + Advice for Trump (posted 9/3/24)

I hope everybody had a great Labor Day weekend.  Other than the Gator game (about which, let us never speak again), we had a good time.  In honor of the holiday, I did no labor, and thus produced no Monday column.

But now the holiday is over, and we’ve got just a little over two months until a crucial election, so it’s time to get back to work.  As disgusted as I am that Que Mala and A-WOLz, despite having zero qualifications, are in a very tight race, I am heartened that there are small signs that the tide is turning against them.

We all knew that Biden’s “Big Boy Interview” was rough.  But last week’s “Little Girl and her Emotional Support Weasel” performance was almost as bad, and confirmed why this un-Dynamic Duo have been running from interviews like Grandma Squanto Warren fleeing from the US Cavalry.  (#wemustneverstopmockingher)

Dana Bash did a terrible job, in that she asked the minimal amount of pointed questions that she had to, with minimal follow-ups.  For example, she tossed a slow one over the middle of plate with the perennial candidate question, “What would you do on Day 1 in office?”

And Que Mala did the rhetorical equivalent of swinging so early that she spun herself completely around, losing her balance and pitching forward in time to catch the pitch right in her 10-cent head, which made her stagger in a circle and let go of the bat.  As she landed on the plate, the bat landed on her head, and a crown of stars and chirping birds circled her head until she fell backwards, unconscious.

Am I exaggerating?  How dare you! 

Here is the first paragraph of her answer, verbatim: “Well, there are a number of things. I will tell you first and foremost one of my highest priorities is to do what we can to support and strengthen the middle class. When I look at the aspirations, the goals, the ambitions of the American people, I think that people are ready for a new way forward in a way that generations of Americans have been fueled by — by hope and by optimism.”

This was the FIRST QUESTION, and she was already running out the clock! 

Obviously there is no content here, partly because she is unusually dimwitted, but also because she got an “elite” education that rewards blather and obfuscation.  She has a law degree.  I spent 30 years teaching writing workshops for every discipline, and I know that this pattern is worst in law students. 

Because lawyers are trained to close every loophole, and often seem to be paid by the word, legal language is full of repetition and synonym pairings.  We find this contract null AND void; we require the defendant to cease AND desist; we write a last will AND testament; we require you to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.  Etc. 

But that kind of bloat creeps into all kinds of “official” speak.  Bureaucrats say “at the current time” instead of “now,” and “due to the fact that” instead of “because,” and “I was operating at that juncture with inaccurate facts,” instead of “I lied.”

Kamala’s got a terminal case of content-less linguistic bloat.  In her first paragraph she has three pairs of unnecessary synonyms (“first and foremost,” “support and strengthen,” and “hope and optimism”) and one three-banger (“the aspirations, the goals, the ambitions”), and in her last half-sentence she repeats “way” twice and “by” three times. 

Then she piles on another paragraph, which I’m not going to subject you to, because I love you. 

To Dana Bash’s credit, she followed that verbal miasma with, “So what would you do on day one?”

Kamala then excreted another two paragraphs of empty calories – including three “what we’re gonna do to” phrases (spoiler alert: they were all followed by promises as vague as a Bill Clinton wedding vow) – and one, lonely detail (a $6K child tax credit).

And everyone has already widely mocked her big support for “holding ourselves to deadlines around time.”  Which are the only kinds of deadlines that exist, unless you count deadlines around actual death.  As in, “If this moron gets elected, I’m going to hold myself to a deadline around giving myself a huge injection of pure, sweet heroin, and embracing sweet oblivion.”

Walz was just as bad, ducking every question, and lying shamelessly.  At one point he actually said, “I certainly own my mistakes when I make ‘em.” 

This was AFTER he blamed his years-long lying about his rank at retirement and “carrying a weapon in war” on his INCORRECT GRAMMAR!  You know, like when you use a singular verb with a plural subject, or when you put ‘I’ before ‘e’ including when following ‘c.’

Or when you claim to be an Admiral of the Seven Seas, and that you wiped out an entire battalion of Taliban killers with nothing but a coach’s whistle and a spork, from a gondola in Venice.   

Ugh.  Enough about these idiots.  Labor Day is over, we’re in the final stretch, and we need Trump to be disciplined and on the top of his game.  No more bad-mouthing Brian Kemp, or wandering into pro-choice talking points, or coming up with goofy, insulting nicknames.  (That’s CO Nation’s job!)

“Martin,” you’re probably saying about now, “if you’re so smart, why don’t you jump in to save the day with a bunch of brilliant advice for the Trump campaign?

I’m glad you asked.  And no, I’m not just wearing this cape because I’ve been told that I look quite dashing in it. Or because the Norwegian Goddess and I occasionally play a little cat-and-mouse game we call “Zorro and the Serving Wench.”

Perhaps I’ve said too much.  Also, where was I?

Oh yes.  This is my “saving the day” cape, and here’s my $.02 on what Trump should do:

I’d like to see him focus on a Gingrich-esque Contract with America, a short list of specific actions that he’s going to carry out as soon as he gets back in.  This would contrast nicely with Que Mala’s word salad when asked the “Day 1” question, and take the focus off of him (for the many independents who can’t stand him) and move it to his policies, which are popular. 

I know: Trump has already done some of this, though intermixed with many other topics, long discussions, and distractions.  But I’d love to see him boil things down to maybe half a dozen actions, and hammer them relentlessly. 

Here’s my first pass at a list, though your mileage may differ:     

1. Immigration:  I’ll immediately re-instate the “remain in Mexico” policy, and throw every available resource – beefed up border patrol, ICE and National Guard – to policing the border as we start building as much wall as we can as fast as we can.  I’ll also shut off the magnet for illegals: no more freebies (phones, housing, welfare cash, driver’s licenses), no legal jobs, no more catch and release. 

2. Deportation: We’re a compassionate people, but everyone who came here illegally has broken our laws, and cut in line in front of legal immigrants who came the right way, and they must go back to their home countries.  We’ll give everyone a grace period of around 2 months to clean up their affairs and self-deport. While that’s happening, we’ll focus on immediately arresting, jailing and deporting any illegal who has committed crimes in addition to illegal entry.  After the 2 months, we’ll be arresting every illegal we can find, taking biometric info from them, and deporting them with no chance for them to attempt to legally immigrate for at least 10 years.  We’ll prioritize recidivist criminals, but everyone’s got to go back home eventually, and then we’ll let the voters decide how many of the productive, cream of the crop that we’ll allow to legally immigrate.

3. Economy: We’re going to do more of what we did the first time, which created the best economy in 40 years: drill baby drill, frack baby frack, and continue to wisely cut regulations and bureaucracy.  (The federal Education Department is going, and so are the extra IRS agents Biden hired.)   We’re going to encourage the building of as many nuclear power plants as possible, and stop subsidizing solar and wind; if those industries can’t attract private funds b/c they look viable, we won’t continue to throw taxpayer money at them.  Also, my tax cuts that are set to expire next year are now in place for as long as a congressional bill can put them in place. 

4. Crime: We’re going to stop favoring criminals and start protecting citizens.  We’ll defend law-abiding peoples’ 2A rights, and enforce all existing gun laws against criminals who use guns in their crimes.  (If we need more prisons, we’ll build them.)  We’ll cut federal aid to any self-proclaimed sanctuary city: if you screw Americans and support criminals, you’ll do it on your own dime, and reap what you sow.  Also, no more double-standards on rioting and violent protests: everybody (left, right or center) who destroys property or attacks law enforcement is getting every punishment the law allows. (By the way, I’m going to have our lawyers take a fast-track look at the cases of every non-violent J6er with no previous criminal record, and if merited I’m going to have them pardoned and released immediately.  And if an unbiased coroner confirms that George Floyd died of an overdose as the original one did before being coerced, I’m pardoning Chauvin.  If you want to riot over that, we’re preparing jail cells for you.) 

5. Secure Voting: we’ll make it easy for every eligible American to vote and very hard to cheat, including ramping up investigation, prosecution and harsh sentences for everyone who cheats.  I’m putting Elon Musk in charge of assembling a team of tech geniuses to come up with the most fool-proof possible methods to ensure legally legitimate elections.  Whether that includes low-tech (paper ballots with verified signatures that are protected and kept for years) or high-tech strategies like biomedical voter identification (through retinal scans, fingerprints, etc.), we’ll vet and implement it all.  We’re also going to push for legislation – with an executive order in the meantime while we fast-track it to SCOTUS – mandating strict voter ID for all federal elections.  (We respect federalism and state rights, and we won’t try to force election for state officials to follow rational ID and clean voting procedures.  But the congress, Senate and presidency are all national offices that affect every American, and we will not allow corrupt state political machines to send people elected through fraud to national office that allow them power over citizens from the rest of the country.)     

6. Foreign Policy:  We’re going to reward our allies and punish our enemies. So we’re encouraging Israel to go Roman against Hamas, and we’re giving Taiwan as much as we can to arm up against China.  We’re going to sanction and impoverish the government of Iran, and use our exports of natural gas and oil to Europe to put Putin back in his corner, and China back in theirs.  We’re going to make an example of a few offenders – if one more Houthi missile or pirate bass boat comes anywhere near gulf shipping or Israel, we’re going to light the pirate coast up with napalm like in Apocalypse Now.  And if the American hostages in Gaza aren’t all released by the time I finish taking the oath of office, keffiyeh are going to roll. 

I can think of a few more – forced reform of universities (automatic expulsions of violent protestors/rioters, roll out the Florida method of killing DEI programs, etc.); stopping the transing of kids, bathrooms, and sports – but we want to keep it short and focused.

Trump could handle the branding.  Maybe call it “The Elite 8,” or a “New 10 Commandments.” 

I can hear him now.  “The old 10 Commandments were fine.  Moses, Jehovah, good guys, terrific guys.  And the burning bush, and the tablets?  We’re still talking about them, they got tremendous ratings.  Even in Egypt, where the fake Pharoah did everything he could to counter-program, but he couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t do it!

But these new commandments – I call them the Trump Commandments – they’re going to be fantastic.  Some say the best ever.  I mean, nobody is coveting their neighbor’s oxen any more, but you know what they’re doing?  They’re transing the kids!  So much transing, so terrible.  But not any more.  Not after the Trump Commandments.”    

Let me know what I missed, and how we can tighten this up and get it to someone who can get it to Trump.

Time to “cape up,” CO Nation!

Hamas delenda est!