On this first hump day of October, I want to spread good cheer by reminding everyone that within the last decade, America twice narrowly avoided catastrophe, when two of our worst politicians came way too close to the White House.
As much as I get frustrated by Trump shooting his mouth off in self-defeating ways, and as much as I wish he were a more disciplined and consistent conservative than he is, he prevented both Hillary and Que Mala Harris from being president. And for that, I will always appreciate him, and rank him as one of America’s greatest presidents.
I took one for the team yesterday, and watched an excerpt of an MSNBC interview with Hillary. (I don’t like to throw the word “hero” around loosely, but… you’re welcome.)
Here’s what Hillary had to say: “Caw, caw, CAW. CAW CAW CA—”
Ugh. Sorry. I tried to listen to it, but I can’t make out anything above her fingernails-on-a-chalkboard screeching.
So here’s a transcript of what she said:
“We – and I include myself – we have GOT to stop demonizing each other. Now, I think most of that, right now in our country’s history, is coming, you know, from the right, coming from people who want to dominate. They want their point of view. You know, writing out slavery from history, that doesn’t make it go away! We’ve got to stop with the finger pointing and the scapegoating. We can have legitimate disagreements. I mean, how do you provide quality affordable health care to everybody…. That’s what we should be doing. But we have to do it in the truth-based reality that we are living in. You know, facts and evidence have to matter again. And then we can start having good debates.”
Oh, I love that so much! It reminds me of the great quote from snarky Mary McCarthy, when asked her opinion of playwright Lillian Helman: “I can’t stand her. I think every word she writes is false, including ‘and’ and ‘but.’”
Hillary opens with a rare rhetorical feat, creating an oblivious-projection sandwich.
Her first sentence says we have to stop demonizing each other, and her fifth sentence says we have to stop finger pointing and scapegoating. And in between are three sentences of 100% demonizing, finger pointing and scapegoating! Could she possibly be any less self-aware?
And she can’t even demonize right! She accuses the GOP of wanting to “dominate” and “have their point of view,” which is the main goal of all political parties, all the time, everywhere. And she accuses us of “wanting to write slavery out of history,” when hers is the party of slavery, the Klan and Jim Crow.
Then she rolls out a time-tested political cliché, calling for “good, legitimate debates” while demonstrating the kind of bad faith that precludes any such debates.
She wants to talk about how we can provide “quality, affordable health care,” even though she was cheerleading at Obama’s side as he rammed through the “Affordable Health Care Act” fifteen years ago! So, mission-accomplished, right? What’s to disagree about?
She’s also all about “truth-based reality.” You know, like when she abandoned all of those brave Americans to get murdered in Benghazi, and then when we tried to find out the truth about that, she raged, “What difference at this point does it make?! CAW! CAW!”
And she really, really wants “facts and evidence” to “matter again!”
You know, facts. Like “I never sent or received any classified emails on my private server.” Or “I remember landing under sniper fire.”
And evidence! Oh, how she just adores evidence.
Like Monica’s blue dress. And incriminating emails on a hard drive that she destroyed with bleach bit. And the receipts from when she paid to create the phony Steele dossier.
Election night 2016 was one of the happiest political nights ever, right up there with election night 2024!
Speaking of which, Kamala Harris has written a terrible book about her terrible 107-day campaign to try to become a terrible president, a fate from which a loving God saved this nation. I have only read excerpts from that book, because I owe it to you all to protect my national treasure of a brain from the devastating damage that slogging through it would cause.
But even though I’ve only seen excerpts, I can confidently say that Que Mala did not actually write her book. Because the sentences in those excerpts included grammar and punctuation that allowed me to recognize them as English sentences.
On the other hand, from what I could tell, the “thoughts” in the book are hers. Because they are ridiculously deranged. She claims that Biden was healthy enough to serve as president, but is also angry that he “selfishly” decided to run for president again.
She says that she couldn’t pick mayor Pete as her VP because he is too gay, but then she picked the most flamboyant straight man who ever flounced his way across a stage, like a sign-language interpreter on peyote who only speaks “jazz hands.”
One of the book’s main theses (rhymes with…) was that if she had only had more time to campaign, she would have won.
Because if there’s anything we know about Que Mala, it’s that she really grows on people, and becomes more and more impressive, the more you are exposed to her.
I’m sorry. The sarcasm in that last sentence was so thick that I may have just given myself carpal tunnel syndrome by forcing myself to type it.
Fortunately for me, I’m a doctor. (Of English.) And I also had a grandmother who was wise in the ways of folk medicine. And I clearly remember her advice: Starve a cold, feed a fever, and eat ice cream and drink bourbon for carpal tunnel syndrome. So I’ve got this, people.
Where was I? Oh yeah.
If you think the 107 days of Que Mala’s candidacy were long, consider this: her memoir is 300 agonizing pages! 300!
I would rather be kicked into a bottomless well by King Leonidas than read those 300 pages. (“THIS…IS…GIBBERISH!!”) (I’ll take “timely Sparta references” for $100, Alex.)
By comparison, the four Gospels are around 300 pages, and they have parables, and beatitudes, and Jesus’ words, in sweet red lettering!
Shane, a great novel, is only 176 pages. Strunk and White’s Elements of Style – and, perhaps second to the gospels, Kamala REALLY needs to read that book – is less than 100 pages!
I know what you’re thinking: “Martin, there is NO WAY that Kamala’s horrific book could be any worse.”
Au contraire, meine Freunde. Because the sadists at Simon and Schuster have found a way to make it torture your ears, as well as your brain. They’ve released…(dramatic pause with ominous music playing very quietly in the background)… an audio version! [begin Kinison filter] NO! MAKE IT STOP!! GIVE ME SOME KNITTING NEEDLES SO I CAN RAM THEM INTO MY EARS! OH! OHHHHH!!! [end Kinison filter]
Quick quiz: Who would be the worst possible choice of all humans who have ever lived to hear reading an audio book?
- Stephen Hawking, with that weird robot voice.
- RFK Jr., with that dysphonia thing he’s got happening.
- Cankles McPantsuit (“Chapter 1. Caw, Caw, CAW….”)
Okay, that was a trick. Because Simon and Schuster chose to have Kamala Harris’s Geneva-Convention-violating, crime-against-humanity of a book read by…wait for it…and I swear I am not making this up… Kamala Harris!
Ugh! Can you imagine listening to that nasal, cackling, vocal-fry of a droning aural assault on your senses for its entire running time?
Which is ten merciless hours?!
On second thought, I’d like to buy one copy.
And put it just outside of arms’ reach outside the bars of the Utah prison room on the day when Charlie Kirk’s murderer is facing the firing squad, ten hours before the triggers are scheduled to be pulled. And take away his pillow, and any cloth items that he could use to hang himself.
And hit “play.”
Hamas and Trantifa delenda est!