To start with some good news, I was glad to see that even in these contentious times, a Texas jury was able to resist the racial arsonists supporting Karmelo Anthony and render a true verdict on his murder of Austin Metcalf. Especially considering the firehose of nonsense and racial hatred coming from Anthony’s supporters.
One angry black woman went viral as she screamed some of the dumbest rhetorical questions you’ve ever heard: “What do you want us to do?! I’ve got 5 boys. I ain’t got nothin’ to tell ‘em no mo! You can’t walk away no mo.”
Who’s going to tell her that walking away is exactly what Karmelo did NOT do, but should have done? If he had, Metcalf wouldn’t be dead, and he wouldn’t be going to prison!
And what should you tell your boys? Really?
[start Kinison filter] That’s quite a puzzle you’ve got there, ma’am. What should you tell your boys? Gee, I don’t know…how about you tell them… DON’T MURDER PEOPLE! DON’T STAB THEM IN THE HEART AND CREATE AN UNSURVIVABLE WOUND!! OH! OHHHHH!!! [end Kinison filter]
And as so often has been the case in the last several years, the most idiotic comments of the day came from pseudo-hood-rat Jasmine Crockett. In a fact-free rant on her execrable podcast, she described the murder weapon – a 4-inch blade with serrations at the base – as some kind of tiny thing (she held her fingers about an inch apart), and concluded that, “I would have argued that with the size of it alone, you wouldn’t even think it was a deadly weapon.”
Brilliant! How could anybody think that knife was a deadly weapon?
I mean, other than the fact that Karmelo killed a guy with it.
Speaking of Crockett, one cause for optimism is that she is just one of many jackass politicians and media figures who are on their way out this year, from both sides of the aisle. A partial list would include leftists like Colbert, Jimmy Kimmel and Scott Pelley, and Katie Porter, Al “the wolfman” Green, Frederica Wilson and Imhotep Pelosi, plus RINOs like Tillis (NC), Cassidy (LA), Cornyn (TX) Marjorie Taylor Green (GA), Massie (KY) and Cocaine Mitch McConnell (Forest Lawn Memorial Gardens).
On the other hand, I’m also grateful for a few who are staying. The leader of that list has to be Que Mala Harris, who is currently at the top of the polls of Democrat contenders for 2028. I don’t think there’s any way she will get the nomination, but it will be hilarious to watch her flounder through an attempt!
Just behind her is… drumroll please… Joe Biden! You may have seen his sad appearance at Jill Biden’s book event with Whoopi Goldberg last week, during which he wandered up to ask a question, and then yammered away without a microphone, while Jill pretended that she was glad to see him.
The great part that most people didn’t notice at the end – because Joe was once again babbling without a microphone – was when he said, “I’ve got a book coming out in September, so make sure you buy it!”
Man, I wish I could have seen the faces of the elite Democrat power brokers when they heard that! The thought of the worst president ever popping up again – shortly before the midterms! –to remind voters of how terrible he and his party were when they last had power?
That is chef’s kiss (of death) perfect!
On a more serious note, in my last column I complained about the blatant voter fraud in California, and by now we’re all sick of that story. Mostly because the recent shamelessness in the late great Golden State is just the latest iteration of a very familiar pattern of leftists hijacking elections.
From the systematic corruption of Tammany Hall in 19th century NYC, to Huey Long’s Louisiana Democrat kleptocracy in the 1920s and ‘30s, to the old jokes I heard when I was in college in a Chicago suburb in the 1980s about “whoever wins the cemeteries will win the election,” the tradition has continued. Slimy Democrat machines have been rigging elections for the better part of two centuries.
In the last several decades, Democrats all over the country have added a few new wrinkles to their grift, pushing a raft of voting laws that are transparently intended to invite voter fraud. They’ve outlawed even checking voters’ IDs, and have pushed same-day voter registration as well as motor-voter schemes that automatically register everyone to vote when they get a driver’s license. (This at a time when blue states are giving licenses to hundreds of thousands of foreigners, knowing that whether they are here legally or illegally, they are NOT legally entitled to vote.)
Wide-spread mail-in balloting, with little to no oversight or checks. Extending voting day to voting weeks or months. Using unmonitored ballot drop boxes. (Watch Dinesh D’Souza’s recent documentary about that.) Not to mention ballot harvesting, which might be the most corrupt of all.
I know: you’ve heard it all before. But I actually had a personal experience with creepy Democrat voter fraud, during my own callow youth.
The year was 1982. Michael Jackson’s Thriller was at the top of the charts, MTV was just a year old, and I was a college sophomore. Which was perfect, because I was extremely sophomoric. (My wife would tell you that I’ve never grown out of that phase.)
That fall I took an abnormal psych class that included an internship component, which consisted of going to a local mental health facility once a week for three hours. We were allowed to interview the staff who worked there, observe the patients when they were in common areas, and write reports and a final paper about the experience.
That was a mid-term election year, and Chicago Democrats were already experienced in ballot harvesting. Right around election time a skeevy Dem ward heeler showed up at the mental hospital with a bunch of absentee ballots and many cartons of smokes, and after doing some glad-handing and distributing the cigarettes, he left with a big folder full of completed Democrat ballots.
Being a typical young male, I was primarily concerned with girls and sports, and was totally uninterested in politics, so I can’t remember all of the details. I know the employees got cigarettes, but nearly all of the patients got them, too. (The main motivational strategy to ensure good behavior from the patients at the time was using cigarettes as part of a token economy, and it seemed like all of them smoked, including one poor guy who had already lost part of his jaw to cancer.)
Even as apolitical as I was, it struck me as really sleazy that all of the guys we were observed – some of whom thought they were Napoleon or Christ, or that the government was listening to their thoughts – had all “cast votes” for Democrats. I remember some jaded laughter and world-weary head-shaking among the staff about it. But none of them seemed outraged at all, and I had the sense that that was the way things always ran in Chicagoland.
Having said all of that, I have two main thoughts on this subject. First, as I said in my last column, the GOP had better do everything they can to push nationwide voting reforms and anti-fraud legislation, starting with the SAVE Act.
Second, I never want to hear a self-righteous wokester sneering that a Republican presidential candidate has lost the popular vote ever again! That’s been a leftist talking point for years – until 2024, when Trump shocked them by winning the popular vote – and they’ve always used it as a way to argue that GOP election victories are illegitimate.
But from now on, we should throw that claim right back in their faces. Because as long as big blue states – and big blue cities in otherwise sane purple, red or light blue states – are as transparently corrupt as California has demonstrated itself to be in this election cycle, there is no way any honest person can cite popular vote totals with a straight face. (No offense, Jimmy Buttigieg-Talarico.)
In fact, there’s no way to even estimate within a margin of error of many millions of votes what a legitimate final vote count might be. And that’s on you, Democrats!
Am I saying that you should pepper-spray the next leftist who tells you that the late Joe Biden got 81 million votes in 2020, or that Nithya Raman got more votes than Spencer Pratt?
That’s exactly what I’m saying.
Que Mala/Crockett, 2028!
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