I read a story in the Babylon Bee that the ominous Obama Library in Chicago will soon be completed – they phrased it as “it’s almost fully operational” – and I realized what any sane Chicago Democrats should have said several years ago, when the Bamster was commandeering acres of land and promising not to use too many public funds for this monstrosity: “It’s a trap!”
Am I suggesting that Chicago Democrats look like squid-creatures and sound like a phlegmy Bernie Sanders?
Well, I am not NOT saying that. But I was being hyperbolic, because I said “any sane Chicago Democrats.”
And that’s only Larry, who lives on Cermak Road in Berwyn. And he just looks very tired and beaten down.
Anyway, here’s a cautionary note to Larry, and every other resident of Chicagoland: you’ll know that Obama’s flak-tower of an architectural middle finger is almost completed. Because that’s when the eye of Sauron will flame into malevolent life atop the structure…and by then it will probably be too late to flee.
Speaking of architecture, I’ve noticed the Dems’ totally rational and appropriate reaction to Trump adding a ballroom to the east wing of the White House… and Great Googly Moogly, are these people desperate for something to lose their minds over!
They’re all howling about the unthinkable sacrilege of Trump altering a single stone or timber of the East Wing, which was hand-built by George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and ten other signers of our Declaration of Independence! And I guess they have a poi—
Hold on. My crack research staff has just handed me a laminated sheet of information about the East Wing. Which, it turns out, was first erected (insert your own Bill Clinton joke here) in 1902.
Wait a minute. I was born in a year starting with “19,” and I went to public school before leftist goofballs infested our schools, so I know that none of the Founding Fathers were still around then. So let me read a little further…
Okay, hold on to your top hats. Because the East Wing was originally used “as an entrance for guests during large social gatherings,” and its “primary feature was the long cloak room with spots for coats and hats.”
Oh, the sacred coats and hats of people born in the same century as me! Won’t SOMEBODY think of the coats and hats of people born in the same century as me?!!
Reading further… the East Wing was expanded into a two-story building in 1942.
What the–? My dad was alive then! Sure, he wasn’t to live in a house with indoor plumbing for another 4 years, but still, that just means that the Simpsons were poor, not that it was old timey days, from whence existing, august buildings must be preserved at all costs.
Okay. Upon further reading, it turns out that the East Wing has basically been an office building for many decades. And that it has never had the historical resonance and importance of the central White House, or even of the West Wing. (There’s a reason that when some Hollywood libs wanted to make a series about the important goings on in the WH, they named it “The West Wing,” rather than the East Wing.)
“Yeah, but still,” say some shameless partisan lefties. “Nobody should be able to just make big alterations to the White House, willy nilly!”
I guess they mean, except when FDR added a theatre to the East Wing in 1942. Or when the West Wing was added, or when Truman oversaw a massive, near-gut renovation of much of the WH. Or when Jackie O added a Rose Garden, or when Nixon added a bowling alley, or when Obama added a basketball court.
Try to bring any of that up to your average MSNBC talking head, and they’ll likely jam their fingers in their ears and say, “What gives Trump the right to replace a structure that was built when Martin Simpson’s dad was still doing his business in a hole in the backyard of his family’s shanty in Marseilles, Illinois? Is nothing sacred to that barbarian?”
First, that seems a little unnecessarily and personally insulting. Because we Simpsons were just as God made us. Sure, we were working dogs and not show dogs. And yes, we put the “lump” in “lumpen proletariat.” But that’s no reason to look down on us, you fancy, elitist lefties, with your electric garage door openers and your flush toilets!
Second, I’d go a little easy on the “White House is sacred” theme, if I were a Democrat. Because too much of that talk might make normal folks think of some answers, once you’ve asked, “Why can’t Trump treat the WH with the kind of reverence that past Democrat presidents have treated it?”
You mean like when JFK used the WH swimming pool (and Jackie O’s bedroom) to gain carnal knowledge of teenage aides (not to mention pimping them off to his cronies)? Or when Bill and Hill installed a cash-operated turnstile in the Lincoln bedroom, selling a night there for donations from rich leftists?
And that’s not to mention the oral-service cubby that Bill installed under the Resolute Desk, nor the firehouse pole that he installed for half-naked interns to slide down and disappear just before Hillary stomped into the Oval Office.
Hey, wait a minute. Something just occurs to me. You don’t think that the Dems think that Trump wants to do with the ballroom what their past presidents have done with the White House?
Has no one told them that the “ball” in “ballroom” doesn’t mean what it meant for JFK and Slick Willie?
Yikes! They would have to be pretty dumb to believe that, right? On the other hand, in the last three elections, these people voted for Cankles McPantsuit, Joey Gaffes and the Cackler. So…
It’s all starting to make sense. Leftists see the old walls coming down – and by “old” they mean “from 1942” – and if their TDS has already advanced to a similarly devastating point that Al Capone’s syphilis reached late in his life (look it up), they assume that Trump is running around in a bulldozer, wearing a hardhat emblazoned with “Make America Great Again,” destroying American tradition just for the joy of it.
Which is a ridiculous fear. Because we all know that that’s YOUR thing, lefties. When you’re not burning American flags or trying to remove big chunks of the Constitution, you’re tearing down statues of Founding Fathers, and Grant and Lincoln. (When we tear something down, it’s not historic, and we’re going to replace it with something better.)
Anyway, have no fear, because the Translucent Tecumseh – Elizabeth Warren herself – is on the case! (#wemustneverstopmockingher)
One might think that Liz would be mad about the new ballroom because until now, large gatherings at the WH have been held outdoors, in tents. (Insert your own “Liz Warren loves teepees” joke here).
Or possibly that she’s angry that taxpayer dollars will be spent on a facility that Trump will enjoy himself. Except that he has arranged for the renovations to be funded by private donors, at no expense to the public. And except for the fact that the ballroom will be used by subsequent presidents – leaders like Presidents Vance, DeSantis and Rubio, God willing – and will no doubt come to be an accepted, useful and even admired facility in the future.
But never mind all that. Because Liz has her deerskin dress over her head about this, and is not to be deterred. (#neverstopmocking) She has vowed to “launch an investigation into the contracting and approval process” for this unconscionable improvement to the White House.
And never mind that she is in the minority party, and as such has as much chance of launching a canoe as an investigation. (#neverstop)
And never mind that the last time she conducted an investigation, she only succeeded in proving that she was 99.99% Caucasian, and therefore whiter than my smokeshow Norwegian/English wife, who is known throughout north Florida for both her alabaster skin and her complete ignorance of how to use a tomahawk or a bow-and-arrow. Just like Wampanoag Warren. (#neverever)
So good luck with your investigation, Lizzie!
Hamas and Trantifa delenda est!