So I drove up to Tennessee on Tuesday to spend a week with my mom while the sis and her husband take a vacation, and it’s been a little rough. Mom’s still putting up a game fight, but her Alzheimer’s is breaking our hearts as it continues on its cruel path.
The ratio of lucid moments to foggy ones is diminishing, but she’s at her best in the daytime, and we’ve had some laughs and some good food. I’m storing up more good memories, and trying to appreciate every moment with her before I head back to Florida on Monday.
The nature of this kind of visit has imparted a little fogginess to my own thoughts, and put me into the kind of weird, suspended animation that I always feel while traveling. The world is still going on around me, but I’m disconnected from it in a way I’m not when I’m at home and in my own element. I catch a few snippets of news during the day, and then a bit more before bed, with insufficient time to digest most of it.
Of course, I managed to be here during a slow news week, right?
Holy cats! Before leaving home I barely had a chance to consider Greta’s Grifter Flotilla being stopped by the Israelis before they could deliver to the starving Gazans their desperately needed bounty of… four cheese sandwiches and a bag of chocolate chip cookies that someone had already half finished.
I sensed fodder for a solid column out of the Doom Pixie’s prevails, but that story was quickly pushed to the back-burner by the developing story of the LA riot, during which the leftists have beclowned themselves six ways to Sunday.
And that was just by last Sunday. Since then, they’ve beclowned themselves twenty-two ways to Thursday, with much more beclownation to come.
Melting-face Maxine Waters – a fright wig atop a fright face – got a door slammed in her face by a no-nonsense employee when she tried to awe him with her congressional privilege. Later she confronted some armed National Guardsmen and challenged them to gun her down, warning them that, “If you’re gonna shoot me, you’d better shoot straight.” (“Whew!” said Mayor Pete. “I’m safe.”)
Tragically for the nation, no one took Waters up on her offer. So she was still un-shot when she later gave a press conference in which she categorically denied that there had been any violence during the violent riots.
Unlike most of the lying leftists, who were smart enough to downplay or excuse the violence of their mobs (“It wasn’t a problem until Trump called out the guard, 99% of LA is totally peaceful,” etc.), Mad Maxine swung for the fences, denying what PWFE (People With Functioning Eyes) had actually seen. “Don’t think that somehow, because they called out the National Guard, there was violence. There was no violence! I was on the street! I know!”
Some were tempted to believe her, because she did look like she had been on the street. More specifically, like she’d been tossed onto the street and landed face-first. And then bounced several times, still face-first.
But even those who tried to be cagier, and just downplay the violence, were humiliated by a combination of inept staffers and a loving God with a great sense of humor. Two Dem congresswomen – the one whose name I remember is Judy Chu – appeared on a CNN interview, with their heads in a small box on the screen, while most of the screen was showing live coverage from LA.
So as Judy prattled on about how the protestors were really remarkably restrained and peaceful, right beside her stupid head was a giant video of clouds of black smoke roiling up from burning cars, and clips of rioters throwing rocks and chunks of concrete at cop cars. Many commenters observed the parallels to the infamous video from a blue city in 2020, in which a “journalist” insisted that the protests were “mostly peaceful,” as he was framed against the hellish conflagration of an entire city block behind him.
Two of the most iconic images of the latest unveiling of the left’s true nature have been the moron on a motorcycle riding around a burning car while waving a Mexican flag, and the Waymo cars being devoured in roaring fires.
The fact that they were Waymo cars brings extra layers of irony to the rioters’ behavior. If they had attacked vehicles that are logically associated with what they are ostensibly outraged by – an ICE van, cop cars – that would still be evil, but at least comprehensible as the kind of political gesture that narcissistic social justice warriors would make.
But Waymo has never done anything to these troglodytes, other than offer an innovative way to get across town that is much cheaper than the car they can’t afford. (Because living in mommy’s basement and whining on Bluesky has no monetary value whatsoever.)
And the technological sophistication it took to develop and deploy driverless vehicles poignantly contrasts with the mindless urge to destroy that motivates the thugs who can barely make a Molotov cocktail work. (And that involves fire, one of mankind’s first discoveries!)
That technology also highlights the petty cruelty of the rioters. They call a vehicle made by a company that has done nothing wrong, and it faithfully shows up, and welcomes them with open doors. And the mouth-breathing scavengers set it on fire, and dance around its flaming corpse.
But then the horrific story of the first-ever Boeing Dreamliner crash in India…battled for news time with a handful of super-satisfying arrests of some of the worst of the bad bunch of leftist nihilists who are being quickly caught during riots.
But that was bumped by Senator (guess which party?) Alex Padilla’s painful theater-kid turn when he interrupted Kristi Noem’s press conference by trying to bum-rush her while hollering dishonest non-sequiturs with all the persuasive power of a bag lady disrupting a city council meeting with a shrill screed about the Bilderbergers and the Trilateral Commission.
Then last night, the news starts coming in from Israel: Netanyahu has gone full Michael Corleone at the Christening, and today he’s settling all family business. Initial reports are that Israel killed a bunch of top iranian generals and nuclear scientists, and blasted the most prominent nuclear enrichment sites, along with some missile batteries that Iran might use to retaliate against Israel. And new waves of strikes are on the way as we speak.
Reading about that made me wish that we’d consulted with the IDF months ago. Because if they could pull off that pager masterpiece, I’m sure they could have equipped some Waymo vehicles with ball-bearing-laden plastic explosives, or exotic poisonous snakes in tiny catapults, or a noxious gas that causes explosive diarrhea and temporary blindness when the doors open. Then our guys could just wait at a parking lot full of Waymos, until one-by-one, the vehicles get called by some anarchist creep, and pull out and hum away, carrying their surprise for the malevolent revolutionaries.
Am I saying that we should set up violent nihilists to become diced, blind, envenomed and beshitten because of their own evil schemes?
I’m saying we should have that conversation.
Okay, I might not be able to write another column until after I get back home on Monday night. But in the meantime, pray for our law enforcement, root for the Israeli badasses bringing the karma to Iran, and as always…
Hamas delenda est!
Martin Simpson 