I know that many of you, like me, are likely in your refractory period after what had to be the best MLK Day/Inauguration Day ever!
I don’t know if this is truly the beginning of a new golden age. But I do feel like I can see what can be, unBidened by what has been! (Hat tip to some anonymous memester.) And that is pretty sweet!
Of course, Biden left the stage while littering DC with a flurry of blatantly corrupt, last-minute pardons for many of his co-conspirators. Which is a perfect way for him to exit, because it leaves a bad taste in everybody’s mouth, and really hamstrings the Democrats who had been getting ready to mount their high horses and proclaim how evil blanket pardons are, as Trump prepared to pardon the J6ers.
The fact that all of the pardons not given to hard-core murderers already in prison are “pre-emptive” pardons is unprecedented, too. I think it was unlikely that Trump would have prosecuted many of the pardoned people, if any. Just as he made a big deal out of threatening to jail Hillary in the ’16 campaign and didn’t do it after he won, he might have decided to spend his time and political capital on getting his agenda done, rather than fighting those old battles.
But as the Bible says, “The wicked flee when none pursueth.” (Some translations have it “the guilty flee” or “the evil flee.” All would apply to Biden’s sleazy henchmen, IMHO.)
That’s not to say that at least investigating the Biden family, the J6 star chamber, and Fauci, Milley et al wouldn’t have been fully justified. It might have brought justice to some bad actors, and also served as a deterrent to others tempted to follow their corrupt path. And after everything that the left establishment has done to misuse the law to go after their political enemies, it would be delicious indeed to see them get some of their own medicine, especially since they richly deserve it.
Either way, though, our spokespeople – official and unofficial – need to keep Biden’s pardons holstered and ready, and make sure that the public is fully aware of the way the corrupt Dems acted. We should hang these pardons around the necks of Schumer and Schiff and the whole rotten lot of them.
One odd pardon I didn’t hear about until later: Leonard Peltier, whom the MSM calls “a longtime jailed Native American activist” who was America’s “longest serving political prisoner.” Other people – without a set of political blinders on so thick and large that they could fit on Hillary “Clydesdale Ankles” Clinton with a simple cinching device – call him the Indian double-murderer of two FBI agents. (And this was back when FBI agents weren’t the kind of corrupt pervs who rummage through Melania’s underwear drawer and raid little old Catholic ladies who pray outside of abortion clinics.)
I’ll bet Lizzie Warren insisted on Peltier’s pardon, just out of good ol’ fashioned Indian solidarity. (#wemustneverstopmockingher)
In addition to all of the good things that happened, I also enjoyed the “driving our enemies before us and listening to the lamentations of their people who use she/her pronouns” part, too.
It was satisfying to watch Biden have to sit there and listen to Trump roast him. And after all of Biden’s scandalous actions, record low poll numbers, and the triumph of his most hated rival, I’m sure that the entire Biden family is grateful that they got most of their wish, that Joe didn’t live to see this.
I loved Carrie Underwood’s acapella rendition of “America the Beautiful.” Especially with the comedic enhancement of watching Biden “singing” in the background, his eyes blank and his mouth barely moving. You just know he was singing, “The Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round,” or “Itsy Bitsy Spider,” or something like that.
It was also great to see Kamala there, a pained expression on her face and cheap box wine on her breath.
But it was also nice to hear about those who skipped the festivities. AOC wouldn’t attend because “I don’t celebrate rapists.” (Except for Biden with Tara Reade, or Slick Willy with Juanita Brodderick, etc., not to mention woman harassers and beaters like Doug Emhoff, and even woman killers, like Ted Kennedy and a bunch of the convicts whose sentences Biden just commuted).
Nancy Pelosi didn’t attend because she was busy in the subterranean crypt beneath her pyramid –surrounded by her organs arrayed about her in their individual canopic jars – working on rehabbing her recently broken hip.
Michelle Obama didn’t attend because she didn’t want to miss linebacker practice for the AFC championship game.
Even though the leftist foot-soldier protestors weren’t out in the kind of force they achieved in the female-genitalia-hat rally in 2017, although they made up for their small numbers with impotent, imbecilic rage. Or at least they tried.
An Al Jazeera story told the sad tale: “Dozens of people gathered at a park near central Washington, DC to protest a wide range of issues, from the environment to Pro-Palestinian rights, as Donald Trump was sworn into offices.” (Dozens!)
Yes, it was a bingo card of delusions, fringe causes, lost causes, bad causes, and bad faith. If you had “don’t deport illegal criminals,” “more partial-birth abortions,” “fight the sun monster!” “kill all the Jews,” “workers of the world unite,” “regular sex is icky,” and “Boo, Orange Hitler” … that’s a bingo!
Some of the peace-loving weirdos even set up their own fake guillotine.
You may remember that when Trump supporters put up a fake gallows, that was an insurrection and an attack on democracy meriting many years in jail. But when Holocaust enthusiasts and communists put up a fake guillotine, that’s just righteous civil disobedience.
Remember when Sarte said, “Hell is other people?”
These are the people he was talking about.
But so many good things were happening, too. The executive orders were great: reversing all of Biden’s EOs; marshalling forces to close the border and start deportations; offering reinstatement and back pay for soldiers expelled over the vax mandate; yanking security clearance from the 51 liars who pretended that Hunter’s laptop was Putin’s; killing DEI, just to name a few.
And after using dozens of pens to sign those beautiful bits of legislative goodness, a commentator noted that Trump started tossing pens to the crowd like rock stars tossing guitar picks.
(Speaking of which, my wife happens to have two picks from Rick Nielsen after a great Cheap Trick concert in the early 80s. I suspect that she might not have been available for me to sweep off her feet in 1986 if Robin Zander would have had the good sense to make a play for her back then. His loss was my gain.)
It was also good to see Melania (giggity giggity), who looked amazing. (Unexpectedly!) That hat shouldn’t work, but it did. If you had asked me on January 19th, “Martin, would you like your first lady to look like a femme fatale spy/gangster whose eyes you could never see?” I would not have been enthusiastic.
But now I am extremely enthusiastic.
Also, watching the Prez doing his goofy YMCA dance with that sword? Say what you will about Trump, but that guy is confident in his masculinity.
Because anyone who can pick the gayest song of all time – “Tiptoe Through the Tulips” doesn’t count, because c’mon – and appear on stage while the Village People gyrate to that anthem, and then later dance to that song while wielding an actual sword? (And you don’t have to be Bob Freud – grandson of Sigmund – to appreciate the work that that sword is doing there.)
THAT’s a man who is comfortable in his own heterosexual skin. (I was going to say “a man comfortable in his own foreskin,” but I’m too highbrow for that kind of juvenile humor.)
On a personal note, a funny thing happened here at stately Simpson manor on inauguration day. Our house is within half a mile of the Swamp – the good one, where the Gators play – and when we’re not at the games, we can hear the game being called, and Tom Petty’s “Won’t Back Down” being played at the end of the third quarter.
(By the way, if I can be forgiven a little hometown pride, Gators are well-represented in Trump circles. New AG Pam Bondi, new SecState Marco Rubio, and new Florida Senator (taking Rubio’s place) Ashley Moody are all UF grads. You’re welcome, nation.)
But we’re also on a tree-lined, dead-end three block street, with the houses on our block all owned by regular adults and families, rather than rented by college students. So our neighborhood is generally pretty quiet. But there are rentals one block behind us, and all day Monday there was a huge party going on in the backyard of a house two doors down. Judging from the loud music and the soft roar of conversation, around several hundred college kids were there.
I was almost getting annoyed – or as annoyed as I could get on that day of days – until I heard the song that turned it around for me. You guessed it: YMCA.
The kids are all right, CO nation. Or at least some of them. (I can’t speak for FSU students, many of whom probably would have behaved similarly, except that they can’t spell “YMCA.”) (Also, I’m pretty sure Liz Warren claims to be a Seminole.)
#neverstop
Martin Simpson 