A Little Political Taxonomy(posted 6/4/25)

Perceptive and regular readers of my columns may have noticed that I am periodically annoyed by our elite leftist leaders in DC, the MSM, and the Ivy League. 

If by “periodically” I mean “7 days a week, when I’m not asleep.”  And if by “annoyed” I mean “infuriated.”  And I do, in both cases, mean that. 

But there is another type of nationally prominent lefty who just frustrates me, because they demonstrate the ability to think clearly and call out problems on both sides…but then can’t sustain that and come to the right conclusion.

There are so many people of the first type from whom to choose, and their failings are so obvious as to need little explication.  So for today I’ll discuss just one, and his actions just this week, on just one issue. 

The Dem in question is Jamie Raskin, and the issue is the terrorist attack in Boulder, Colorado on Sunday. 

By now you all know the basic details: Muslim illegal immigrant named Muhamad (unexpectedly!) who hates Jews (unexpectedly!) uses a makeshift flamethrower and Molotov cocktails to badly burn 8 Jews who were peacefully marching to plead for the release of the hostages still being held by Hamas terrorists in Gaza.  (The terrorist reportedly used fire in his attack because he had been unable to get a gun, due to his illegal status.)   At least two of his victims had to be airlifted to a hospital, and if they survive, will face a long and extremely painful recovery.

A few more details make the story even more infuriating.  At least one of the victims was an octogenarian Holocaust survivor.  A local police official – hours after video had widely circulated showing the terrorist screaming, “Free Palestine!” and, “I did it for Gaza!” – insisted that the scumbag’s motives were not known.

Then a genius named Juliette Kayyem got on CNN late that evening and blasted Kash Patel and Dan Bongino for having declared that the obviously targeted terror attack was a “targeted terror attack.”  Juliette was not buying that small step to a well-supported conclusion.

But soft! What ditz through yonder camera speaks?  Tis Juliette, and she’s a total moron: “It makes law enforcement look disorganized, and it makes the FBI look so juvenile, like why are you getting ahead of the police chief who says, ‘I don’t know what this is?’”

Did I mention that Juliette is a former DHS official in the Obama administration, and a former Harvard professor?  Because of course she is.

Anyway, Muhamad came to the US on a tourist visa in 2022.  When he broke our laws by overstaying that visa, the Biden administration demonstrated their “tough on crime” bona fides by… rewarding him with a work visa for two more years!  And then he illegally stayed again, when that visa expired.  (Please insert an all-caps “Unexpectedly” after each of the three previous sentences.)

So to recap: an anti-Semitic Muslim illegal immigrant carried out a horrific attack using fire.  From that set of circumstances, one might logically draw the conclusion that we have serious problems involving vicious anti-Semitism, mass illegal immigration, and even a statistically over-represented tendency to violence among some (not all) adherents to a certain Religion of Peace.  And possibly a “fire-control” problem.

But not if one is Jamie Raskin D-(‘oh!)- Maryland, who turned his awesome Sherlockian powers of deduction toward Boulder, and quickly arrived at the culprit: Guns! 

The poor dunce went on MSNBC, and said, “We are still in the midst of a gun violence epidemic…. This is why we are for a ban on military-style assault weapons in the country.  Our lax gun laws are a danger to everybody in America.”

I’m not making that up. He looked at a multi-faceted crime with zero guns involved, and decided that guns were the problem.

I thought about guns when I saw that news story, too.  But my thoughts were more along the lines of, “I wish that had happened in Texas, Florida, Tennessee, or some other free state where citizens exercise their 2nd amendment rights more vigorously.  Because if it had, that hateful creep would have been lucky to light up his first octogenarian before he was stitched with bullets from his tiny groin to his evil cranium.”

And THEN we would have all been spared that smoking bullet-magnet’s idiotic political slogans, and Juliette would have been justified in scratching her empty head and wondering what his motive had been.

So Juliette and Jamie are the type of leftists who drive me crazy, because they are propagandist hacks who wouldn’t tell an inconvenient truth or make a good-faith argument if their lives depended on it.

But the second type – and there aren’t a lot of them – are frustrating, because they often show that they are capable of clear thought and smart criticism, and yet continue to make common cause with those like Raskin, Schumer, et al.  

John Fetterman is one.  Since he recovered from his stroke, he’s frequently been a beacon of sanity in the Dem congress.  He’s called out the anti-Semitism on the left, praised Trump’s closing of the border, and criticized his party’s shameful coverup of Biden’s physical and mental infirmity.  But he still votes with them the vast majority of the time, even though he’s proven that he knows better.

The best example of this type is Bill Maher, who I think I’ve written about before.  He’s a condescending egotist who I wouldn’t want to hang out with, but he’s intelligent and often very funny, and he regularly takes a scalpel (and a machete) to woke errors and idiocies like nobody else on the left.  And yet, at the end of the day and after demonstrating that he’s got 20/20 political vision…he puts his leftist blinders back on and returns to rote conservative bashing.

Or, as one of my favorite Bible verses puts it, “As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his folly.”

I don’t watch Maher’s program, but I often watch clips of it that show up on my various political feeds, and his discussion of Harvard’s self-destructive arrogance this past weekend was a good example. 

He spends nearly 6 solid minutes tearing Ivy League education a new one, with insight and sarcasm.  He points out that students aren’t being educated but indoctrinated, and indicts woke intolerance, feckless administrators, and the hypocritical arrogance of gullible, entitled youth.  He points out that Harvard is “an assh*le factory.”

But then – so frustrating! – he puts on his pinko-colored glasses, and goes every kind of wrong.

The pivot comes when he grudgingly says that Harvard does turn out some decent people.  But his first example tells you all you need to know: “But for every Barack Obama, there are two Josh Hawleys.”  And he doesn’t mean the comparison as an insult to Obama – which it should be – or a compliment to Hawley.  Which it should be. 

For the next 3 minutes, he lobs evidence-less ad hominem attacks at Hawley, and then lists those on the right who have Ivy League degrees with an acid tone of disdain: Vivek, DeSantis, Cruz, SCOTUS members, etc. 

That’s it.  He just lists them.  He doesn’t cite any stupid or evil things they’ve done, or any of their flaws.  He just sneers their names, and his audience of trained seals applauds accordingly. 

I keep finding myself thinking of the Parable of the Talents, and how those who squander greater gifts are judged more harshly than the less gifted who don’t make much of themselves.  I look at dullards like Hank Johnson, AOC, or Eric Swalwell, and I’m not sure they even know how dumb or wrong they usually are. 

But then I look at someone like Maher, deftly dissecting the destructive foolishness of the Left, before immediately backsliding into juvenile, simple-minded smears of the Right.  I watch him proving that he knows better, and then acting like he doesn’t, and I shake my head.       

I don’t know which is worse. 

But I do know that I’d rather be on our side – even with all of our squishes and weasels! – than on theirs.         

Hamas delenda est!

It’s a New Month, but Harvard Has Little to be Proud About, & Hamas is Running Out of Sinwars (posted 6/2/25)

Well, it’s the beginning of another Haughty Spirit month, so if you’re super stoked about your sexuality, you do you.  But also, remember that everything doesn’t have to happen in public.  Because there’s a time and place—

Sorry.  My crack staff has just given me a correction, and here at the Simpsonian Institution we strive for accuracy.  It turns out that I’d mixed up my King James texts.  To wit, “Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.”

So it’s Pride month, not Haughty Spirit month.  My bad.  Though in past years when I wasn’t able to look away from some parade floats on tv soon enough, I noticed that there was quite a bit of haughty spirit exposed too.  Along with a disturbing amount of big bellies and bare arses.  So thanks for those visuals, you exhibitionist loons.

I’m not going to ask why there’s no heterosexual pride month, because I think it’s weird to feel proud about sexuality.  After all, as Cole Porter pointed out, “Birds do it.  Bees do it.  Even educated fleas do it.”  And I’m not big on recorded sexuality parades of any type, anyway.  (Though if you insist on having one, spotting a “reverse-cowgirl” float as I’m going through the channels wouldn’t be as unsettling as a “dudes in arse-less chaps” float would.)

By the way, note to aspiring rappers out there: Re-read those lyrics.  They’re almost 100 years old and they’re about sex, but they’re still remembered, and they’re still goofy and fun.  And there isn’t a single “b*tch” or n-word in there.  (If you think anyone will be remembering “WAP” a century from now, you’re as dumb as your “songs” sound.)

Anyway, there’s no pride month for eccentric males like me, who prefer women, and I’m not asking for one.  Although again, if we must have some sort of sexuality-related public celebration, I suggest that a Great Beauties Hall of Fame would be a good alternative.  I am even willing to suggest some nominees for the first class of inductees, all of whom had an impact on an impressionable young Martacus: Sophia Loren, Raquel Welch, Farrah Fawcett and Nena (of “99 LuftBallons” fame). 

Loren and Welch were at the height of their powers before I reached puberty, but when I saw both of them on tv reruns – Loren as a sponge diver in a movie I have no other memory of, and Welch fighting off dinosaurs in a fur bikini (that one was based on a true story, I think)…  Well, let’s just say that I knew even then that I wouldn’t be going down the “Mayor Pete Path,” if you know what I mean.

Farrah is self-explanatory, and you wouldn’t think that a doe-eyed, one-named cutie singing in German would stick in one’s mind, but the heart wants what it wants.  And of course my smokeshow wife would be inducted as the first winner in the Lifetime Achievement category. 

Where was I? 

Oh yeah.  I’m hoping that since the cultural tide seems to have turned against some of the excesses of woke sexual foolishness (mandatory pronouns, kowtowing to those with autogynephilia or gender dysmorphia, 57 genders fantasies, etc.), Pride cheerleading might be less ubiquitous and annoying this year.  

Speaking of “even educated fleas do it,” I am loving Trump’s beat-down of Harvard!  As a former academic, I’ve always wondered exactly how much the Ivy League in general hates Jews, free speech, and academic freedom.  And now it looks like we might be getting an answer: way more than $3 billion dollars’ worth!

When Trump first fired a shot across Harvard’s bow – telling them to start abiding by civil rights laws and crack down on Jew-hating freaks who have been disrupting their educational mission, or forfeit some grant money – I figured that the bureaucrats would make a token show of resistance and then sheepishly comply.  I thought that the horrific optics of standing with obnoxious jihadi brats and their tent-ifada would be enough to make Harvard submit, even without financial pressure.

But no!  The arrogant snoots dug their jack-booted heels in for Jew hatred uber alles, even after Trump threatened to take away more federal funds.  So then he said he’d be challenging their tax exempt status, and trying to block them from enrolling foreign students, many of whom are a coveted source of both bundles of cash and hatred of America and the West – two coveted resources for the extremist partisans running Harvard. 

Harvard got their noses even higher in the air – who would have thought that was even possible? – and filed suit against the president, rather than submit.  Of course, partisan left judges are coming out of the woodwork to block Trump (unexpectedly!), but it’s hard to see how they can win this one. 

American taxpayers can’t be forced to fund any university who defies federal laws in ways various and sundry, and no university is entitled to billions in funding automatically.  As a schadenfreude-tastic beneficial side effect, this case is fortuitously exposing the dark underbelly of academe, not just in its anti-Semitism, but in the way it has been decreasing admissions for  American students in favor of unvetted and often anti-American foreign students, and also systematically discriminating against conservative/traditional/pro-Western beliefs in faculty hiring and student admissions. 

Over the weekend CO reposted a tweet from Shabbos Kestenbaum (@ShabbosK) (whoever that is), pointing out that within 20 minutes of Harvard President Alan Garber sanctimoniously proclaiming that, “Harvard is not Harvard without its international students,” Garber awarded an honorary Harvard degree (I’m guessing in “Anti-Semitism Studies?”) to Elaine Kim, who supports efforts to “ban Israeli students from all universities.”

Ugh.  Kestenbaum summarizes the situation perfectly: “Israel is an American ally.  Harvard is not.” 

Yep.

I think Trump’s next move was a stroke of genius: he threatened to send $3 billion in grant money away from Harvard and to trade schools instead.  It’s probably an empty threat, but I like the idea, and it reinforces Trump’s appeal to working class voters: The Dems are for the rich elites getting grievance studies degrees at Harvard, and he’s for blue collar folks learning a trade.   

I’m hoping that if all else fails, and courts stop Trump from letting Harvard admit thousands of foreign students, he can at least give the leftists a taste of their own medicine, and deploy the “due process” gambit.  The State Department can say, “Okay, we’re prepared to admit foreign students.  But we have to give them very thorough, due-process vetting before giving them a student visa. And if that takes 4 or 5 semesters to get done, so be it.”

I feel bad for some innocent foreign students who get caught up in that process, but that’s the price that Harvard is imposing on them by defying the laws (and the taxpaying citizens) of the United States.  Because Ivy League administrators and faculty need to learn the real meaning of something they’ve been chanting for years: no one is above the law!

Finally, speaking of jihad enthusiasts, Hamas might be running out of Sinwars. 

You might remember that Yahya Sinwar was the leader of Hamas, until the IDF caught up with him last October.  He ran into an apartment building in Gaza, where an IDF drone filmed him throwing a stick at it (rumors that he threw like a girl are confirmed, and hilarious) before they assisted him in assuming rubble temperature. 

Well Yahya had a younger brother, and his name was Muhammad.  (Unexpectedly!)  He had helped plan the October 7th massacre, and he had taken his brother’s place as a Hamas leader.  And on Saturday, Israel announced that earlier in May, they had struck an underground compound near a hospital in southern Gaza, thus sending Muhammad to his eternal reward.

Which, if I understand justice in the afterlife correctly, involves an eternity of rectal pitch-forking. 

The Israeli defense minister with the most Israeli name ever (Israel Katz!) named the two most likely senior Hamas successors to the unlamented Sinwar brothers as Izz al-Din al-Haddad and Khalil al-Hayya, and warned them, “You are next in line.”

So if you’re keeping score at home, two Sinwars have been retired, the Katz is out of the bag, and the hyphenated Izz and Khalil are on deck.  If you want to see their near future, open Duckduckgo.com and search “MLB Pitcher Randy Johnson hits a bird.” 

And then picture a flying keffiyeh, instead of a cloud of feathers.

Hamas delenda est!

Three Biden Cover-Up Stories (posted 5/30/25)

Today I need to start by thanking you for all the very nice birthday wishes and funny, warm comments.  I love this online family that CO created, and for nine birthdays now, you all have made it much more fun to fight my creeping senescence.  I haven’t been this happy since I saw Ras Baraka open for Bob Marley at Reggae-Fest ’79!

Unless it was when I saw Creeping Senescence open for Metallica at the Rosemont Horizon in ’86.  I’ve still got a little tinnitus from that one.

Anyway, one of the pleasures of a road trip is being cut off from most of the news of the day, and I feel like I should enjoy that more often. But by the same token, one of the satisfactions of being back home is that you can catch up on what you missed when you were gone.  (And realizing how much you are happy to have missed!)  

I’ve been able to zip through 10 days’ worth of podcasts on high speed this week, and it sounds like some of the biggest stories were a trifecta of revelations about Joe Biden: the audio tapes of Hur’s Biden interview were released, Biden’s prostate cancer diagnosis was revealed, and Jake Tapper’s book came out, outlining the shocking discovery that Biden was out of his gourd for his entire presidency.

Unexpectedly!    

I’ve read a bunch of excerpts of the book and listened to Megyn Kelly’s solid interview of Tapper and his co-author, and it’s both fascinating and ridiculous.

The behind-the-scene details were the fascinating parts: Biden’s staff planned to put him in a wheelchair after he won re-election, but had to keep him tottering around in those waffle-stomper shoes until then.  During debate prep, ol’ Joe would just get up and wander out and sit by the pool.  He once waved around an ice cream cone to show Joe Scarborough the sword fighting moves he used to defeat Corn Pop in a duel.

Okay, I made that last one up.  But it was still believable, right?

Everything else about the book is ridiculous.  A bunch of professional politicians, media figures and “journalists” sat for interviews in which they beclowned themselves by either pretending that they had no idea that Biden was cuckoo fried chicken, or admitting that they gaslighted everyone about his dementia. 

Sam Harris, a famous atheist with an undeserved reputation for being super smart, managed to combine the worst of both gambits on a recent podcast. 

He started by playing dumb: “[Biden] clearly understands the issue as well as he ever did.  He’s just not a fluid speaker, and less and less fluid by the hour.  Right.  That is what I assumed was true.  Because of how effective this cover up was, I no longer believe that to have been true.  I think it’s quite possible that he was just checked out to a degree that I did not suspect at the time.” 

Got that?  Sherlock Harris is just now beginning to suspect what all of the millions of us PWFE (People With Functioning Eyes) knew in 2019, if not before. 

We assembled such data points as: shook hands with a ghost; mixed up his wife and sister; tripped over a sandbag; mangled the “all men are created equal” quote; tripped over a sandwich; went straight from hollering Grandpa Simpson to Creepy Whispering Guy; tripped over a grain of sand; pooped on the Pope. 

And we connected those dots. And they formed a flat line on an EEG.   Which Sam Harris could not decode.

But a few minutes later he gave the game away by admitting that he would prefer a diminished Biden if the alternative was Trump.  Or as the Breitbart headlined summed up his argument, “Harris: Would Rather Have Biden ‘In a Coma’ than ‘Evil’ Trump.”

Well, we got four years of Biden in a coma, and that was more than enough, Sammy.

The story of Biden’s metastatic prostate cancer diagnosis only adds more incriminating evidence to the Biden cover-up scandal.  At first the MSM tried to act like this was a surprising new development, but many cancer doctors almost immediately came forward to say that it takes at least 5 years – and more likely 7 to 10 – for slow-growing prostate cancer to spread to the bones.

Then some poor hack suggested that many men are no longer screened for prostate cancer after they turn 75, since they’re more likely to die of other causes before their prostate kills them.  So Biden probably wasn’t even aware he had it. 

Annnnddddd… then PWFBs (People With Functioning Brains) all pointed out that sure, maybe Gus, the retiree on the local HOA board, might not get PSA tests after 75.  But you know who Gus isn’t?

<engage Kinison filter> THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES AND THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD!! OH!! OHHHH!!!!  <end Kinison filter>       

Nobody is going to believe that Biden has had cancer since at least age 74, and that he “served” as “president” from age 78 to 82, and nobody on the White House medical staff knew it.  Especially after it came out that the most prominent side effects of the drug commonly used to treat prostate cancer are problems with balance/heightened risk of falling, and mental fogginess.  

(If you look up “heightened risk of falling” and “mental fogginess” in a dictionary, you’ll find Joe Biden’s picture beside both entries.)

Finally, where does Robert Hur go to get his reputation back?   After he interviewed Biden as part of the investigation of Biden’s illegally keeping classified documents, he got flak from all sides, because his conclusion – Biden was guilty, but a jury wouldn’t convict him because he was an elderly man with a bad memory – satisfied no one.

The GOP rightly said that if Biden was too mentally incompetent to stand trial, he was too mentally incompetent to be president.  But that logical point was drowned out in an epic Schiff-storm of Democrats and MSM empty heads screaming that Hur was dishonest, incompetent and corrupt.  

They said that it was gratuitous and unprofessional to even bring up Biden’s memory, ignoring what everybody knew: Biden had kept records that he never had any right to take, and he kept them in at least three different locations, one of which is a super-safe and secure location.  I.e. in a limp cardboard box partially closed with duct tape, beside a Corvette in an unlocked garage through which Hunter’s parades of hookers would regularly wobble, on precariously high heels.

So if Hur couldn’t give a reason why he wasn’t going to prosecute Brandon, he would have had to prosecute Brandon. 

But last week, after over a year of the Democrats smearing Hur, the recordings of the Biden interview were released, and they were even worse than Biden’s debate performance.  Among other revelations, it turns out that Biden DID forget when his son Beau died – a fact he repeatedly denied.

Biden had also ranted to the press about Hur bringing up Beau, barking, “Who the hell does he think he is?!”  But the tapes show that it was not Hur but Biden who brought up Beau, in a vain attempt to figure out when he had taken some of the documents.

In other words, it was a “they said/Hur said” situation, and they were lying.  (Unexpectedly!)

If the Republicans are smart, they will investigate and archive all the details of the outrageous, gaslighting coverup the Dems orchestrated.  Because when any Dems who were anywhere around Biden try to run in 2028, the ads will write themselves:

Cut from the Dem in question praising Biden (“Behind the scenes he’s sharp as a tack.  He’s the best Biden ever!”) to any random video of Biden slurring, falling up stairs, or losing his train of thought.  Then cut from a clip of that Dem attacking Hur’s report for lying that Biden is too old or has a bad memory, to a painful excerpt of his halting fumbling for an answer.

Then fade to black, and the Voice-Over tag line:

“They lied to you then.  They’re lying to you now.”         

Hamas delenda est!

My Birthday, and More Dems Behaving Badly (posted 5/28/25)

Before I left on the cousins’ trip, I’d made some notes on a few “lefties behaving badly” stories.  Even though those examples are now two weeks old, and there have been hundreds more similar stories since then, I like to think that these stories are evergreen.  So I will share them with you now.

But first, I have to acknowledge a painful reality.  Today is my birthday, and I am 63 years old.  Some of you who have seen my most recent video – in which I was rocking my gray, poison-ivy beard – are probably saying to yourselves, “No way, Martacus!  You don’t look a day over 61 and a half.”

But sadly, that’s not the case.  I can verify for you youngsters that all of those cliches about life going by too fast are true.  I remember the 1980s like they were yesterday.  Even when I’m feeling my age, I like to think of myself as middle-aged. 

Which I am… assuming I live to be 126.  (And on that day – mark it on your calendars: May 28th, 2085 – I’ll STILL be more fit to be president than Joe Biden was.)

I didn’t tell you this just to get a bunch of gratifying “happy birthday” wishes.  (Although, considering how little time I have left on earth, a rousing round of “happy birthday to you” wouldn’t hoit.  Just be sure to sing into my good ear.)  I’m also telling you because of an embarrassing error I made many years ago.

When I created a personal Facebook page – which I neglect for months at a time, so if I haven’t responded to your post there, please don’t take it personally – my tech incompetence and short attention span quickly raised its ugly head.  I lost interest shortly after starting to complete the various “profile” information fields, and thus left the default setting for date of birth, which was January 1st.

So over the years, I’ve received some very sweet “happy birthday” messages from people… on New Year’s Day.  Please forgive me for my sloth.  My only social media activity takes place on this wonderful CO site and my own WordPress page, so I apologize for my inattention elsewhere.

But enough about me behaving badly.  Let’s move on to lefties doing so…

You may remember when a handful of Democrat elected officials led a mob of low-IQ protestors and tried to force their way into a NJ ICE facility back on May 9th.  That story continues to unfold hilariously, with congresswoman LaMonica McIver having since been arrested and charged with assault.

She made a classic blunder: when you’re going to participate in an unruly mob and assault a government official while cameras are recording, try not to be an obnoxiously loud, plus-sized person wearing a bright red coat. 

I think Sun Tzu said that.

But the Red Menace was not the only one arrested that day.  She was joined by Ras Baraka. 

Despite having the name of a Klingon warlord, or possibly a Jamaican reggae band, Baraka is actually the mayor of Newark New Jersey.  He’s done such a bang-up job with Newark – as everyone knows, when you think of stellar governance, you think of Newark – that he’s now planning to run for NJ governor.

And what could be a better way to launch a gubernatorial bid than to get some national attention by being arrested in a high-profile incident?  Unfortunately for Ras, he is apparently taking his PR cues from Cory “Spartacus” Booker, because in a press conference after his arrest, he compared himself to David.

I don’t mean David Hasselhoff (although the mayor’s clarity of thought suggests that he too may have a problem with the bottle), or David Schwimmer (though the mayor would be well advised to PIVOT from his recent strategy). 

I mean the Biblical David. 

Because we all remember the story of how King David overcame Goliath by yelling incoherently until the Philistines freed a bunch of foreign criminal gangbangers, don’t we?  Good grief!

Speaking of famous Davids, do you know what’s funnier than the Dems picking Lil’ Davy Hogg for their DNC co-chair?  Giving him the boot less than three months later! 

I can’t wait to see who they replace him with, since their fig-leaf reason for dumping him – as opposed to the real one: he’s a narcissistic zygote with no life experience whose first decision was to spend $20 mil trying to primary a bunch of old Dems – was that the committee who elected him wasn’t “diverse” enough!

Man, I’m hoping that they roll out a previously unknown niece of Que Mala!  Or maybe Joy Reid?  I hear she’s looking for a gig.

Anyway, have you noticed how quickly the Dems dropped the main talking point that they’d been beating into the ground for the last year?  No, I’m not talking about “Trans women are women!”  That was second place.

First place by a mile was, “We have to defend democracy!  Our precious, sacred, inviolate democracy.  Oh, won’t someone please think of the democracy!”

And then Trump won the electoral college, and all seven battleground states, and the popular vote.  And all of a sudden, they’re not so excited about democracy anymore.  So how can we be surprised when they elected Davy Hogg – fair and square, and oh so democratically! – and as soon as he turns out to be the petulant child he obviously was when they elected him… they un-elect him!   

That’s the Democrats, people.  Gaslighters gotta gaslight, and they are the gold standard of gaslighting.  If they’re not trying to convince us that Tampon Tim Walz is a man, they’re trying to convince us that Michelle Obama is a woman, or that Joe Biden was in tip-top shape all through his presidency.

It’s been great fun lately to watch all of the top Dems scrambling for cover when asked about their scandalous cover-up of Biden’s obvious dementia.  Someone obviously came up with a lame talking point, which was shortly spouted by Schumer and Hakeem Jeffries, and a dozen others: “We’re not looking back, we’re looking forward.”

That’s comically inept.  Can you imagine it working with any kind of scandal?  Could Letitia James get away with saying, “All of my fraudulent mortgages are in the past. Let’s look forward!”

Or could Bill Clinton have had a much more tranquil 1998 by saying, “Oh, come on!  Who can even remember who was taking Chicom cash from Charlie Trie, or banging cocktail waitresses two at a time so that customers couldn’t even get a drink at the White House bar?  That’s all past stuff.  I’m looking forward now.” 

Still, I guess we can be grateful that no Democrat will tell any more tired lies about January 6th, or refer to Trump’s 34 bogus convictions, since those are both in the past, right? 

But my favorite example of Democrat self-beclowning from the first half of May came from smelly Eric Swalwell.  During congressional questioning of Kristi Noem about whether proven MS-13 member Kilmar Garcia is an MS13 member, Swalwell took the obviously wrong position, and bragged that he was correct because of his very accurate “bullsh*t detector.”

Hey Eric, it’s probably not a good idea to brag about how you are incapable of being fooled.  Because we all remember that time when a Chinese spy sidled up to you, batted her eyes, and whispered, “Me love you long time.” And you didn’t think, “Wait a minute, that’s a line from the Vietnamese hooker in Full Metal Jacket, and I’m a 4 at best, and that’s before taking my low IQ and flatulence into account.  And she’s a lot younger, and a 7 or 8.”

But no.  Your bullsh*t detector must have been on the fritz.  And it stayed that way for several years, until the FBI came to you and said, “You know that Chicom cutie who pretended to fall for you, even though she would never fall for someone who looks and smells like you in a million years?  Yeah, she’s a spy.”

Well done, Eric!  You keep doing you, and we’ll keep laughing at you.

Hamas delenda est!

The Cousins’ Trip, Part 2 – Flight 93 Memorial, and the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame (posted 5/27/25)

From Gettysburg we drove north in a steady rain for the rest of Wednesday. I had hoped to visit Pittsburgh on this trip, and we would have done so on our original itinerary, which had us passing through Pittsburgh earlier, when the weather was still good.  But between the rain and our lack of time, we had to leave a visit to Pittsburgh for a future trip.

We did make a serendipitous stop though.  As we were on the PA turnpike, we saw a sign for the Flight 93 Memorial near Shanksville.  According to Waze we were 21 minutes from the site, which would close in 25 minutes.  Both of my cousins had seen it before and were moved by it, and said that it was well worth seeing if we’d had more time.  

But because I’m an Ameri-can and not an Ameri-can’t, I said, “Let’s drive dangerously fast in the rain and try to make it there before closing.”  Which we did.

In what felt like an omen, the rain got heavier as we got closer.  When we entered the road to the memorial site, a layer of thick fog descended over the road, and just as we’d driven what felt like a long way on that curving road and arrived at the parking lot beside the site, the rain went from “steady” to “downpour.” 

One cousin and I ran across the parking lot and into the Visitor Center, fighting against the flow of a busload of school kids who were exiting as the center prepared to close.  My cousin said that the best thing to do in just a few minutes was to pick up an earpiece on a display wall close to the entrance, and listen to three phone messages left on loved ones’ answering machines by three different women who were on the flight, and knew they were about to die. 

It’s a good thing I’m a stoic Midwesterner who is as tough as a two-dollar steak, or I would have been reduced to a crying mess.

As it was, I made it through two-and-a-half of the phone calls before a Center employee appeared and announced that the Center was closed.  We walked back outside into fog, a chilly wind and a slightly easing rain. 

The park site features several tall concrete walls, through which a black granite walkway goes from the parking lot to your right down to a gate made of hemlock beams to your left.  That black stone traces the final flight path of the doomed plane.  From the hemlock gate, the fog was so thick that I couldn’t see the field beyond it, into which the plane crashed. 

The names of the 40 innocents killed in the crash are carved on 40 individual white granite wall panels.  Two of the panels are poignantly different from the others.  On one, Toshiya Kuge’s name appears in the same black letters in which the names of the other dead are carved.  But his name also appears in four Japanese characters, in a barely visible white carving, in his mother’s handwriting.

The other unusual panel features the name of Lauren Catuzzi Grandcolas in black, followed by three heartbreaking words in ephemeral, barely visible, unpainted letters: “and unborn child.”

(We don’t hate those terrorists enough.  If I were to make one change to the site, it would be to place a few flat stones on the edge of the field, away from the rest of the site.  On those stones would be carved the names of the terrorist hijackers, identifying them as hateful cowards, and inviting visitors to spit or urinate upon them, as the spirit moves them.) 

One other inspired feature at the site is a 93-foot Tower of Voices, which consists of a concrete frame holding 40 aluminum, tubular wind chimes, one for each of the passengers and crew.  When winds at the site exceed 12 miles per hour, the chimes make music. 

Unfortunately, the fog was so thick that I could just barely make out the structure as we passed it, and the wind wasn’t quite strong enough to coax music from the chimes.

Just as with our earlier time at Gettysburg, the grim weather seemed commensurate with the somber event being commemorated.  And in a strange way, our rushed visit seemed to hammer home the tragic brevity of life.  I wasn’t even able to make it through the short, brave, tortured phone calls before the experience came to a premature end.   

After that, we continued driving north, arriving after dark on the outskirts of Cleveland.  The next morning we went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.  The cold rain was once again so strong that we could barely make out Lake Erie.

I’d never been to Cleveland, but I’ve always had a grudging admiration for it, and for the tough and unpretentious Midwesterners who live there.  It was famously nicknamed “The Mistake on the Lake,” and I like Randy Newman’s droll, elegiac song “Burn On,” about the polluted Cuyahoga River catching fire in 1969.  (“The Lord can make you tumble, the Lord can make you turn, the Lord can make you overflow… (but) the Lord can’t make you burn.”)

Cleveland has an NFL team…but it’s the Browns, a team that has often played tough, but never made it to the Super Bowl.  I’m not sure what the team owner was thinking by naming the team after their first coach, Paul Brown – who was a solid coach, with an uninspiring name.  To add insult to injury, brown isn’t even an inspiring color, and offers no logical mascot.

The NFL is full of admirable animal mascots (Bears, Jaguars, Lions), birds of prey (Falcons, Ravens, Eagles) and professions or groups of admirable people (Steelers, Patriots, Saints).  NFL helmets and uniforms are adorned with pirate flags, Viking horns, and lightning bolts.

But the Browns are… the browns.  Their helmets are a featureless brown.  As are their jerseys.  They used to play in a badly designed stadium called… Cleveland Municipal Stadium, and now they play in… Huntington Bank Field.  (Woohoo!)  We drove around the stadium in the rain, and saw the two statues of their greatest players:  Jim Brown (of course!), and Otto Graham (who, as you may have guessed from the name “Otto,” played 75 years ago). 

(Not to brag, but I live in a smaller town than Cleveland, with a college football team rather than a pro one.  But that team has the cool name of “Gators,” with an iconic Gator mascot.  We play in a stadium known as The Swamp.  And we have inspiring statues of three great Heisman winners, all of whom are still alive, and none of whom is named “Otto.”)

Despite all that, Cleveland is a gritty, underdog kind of city, and I like it.  Especially since we had a good time at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. 

We saw a lot of artifacts from the usual musical suspects: Elvis, the Beatles, the Stones, Johnny Cash.  But there was also a lot of respect paid to the R&B, country and Gospel roots of rock, as well as to some of my favorites, including the great John Prine.  Of course you can always quibble about who got too much attention (Cher, Bon Jovi and various rappers) and who got too little (nothing from Tom Waites, only one small picture of Cheap Trick, and very little on David Bowie, a particular favorite of my youngest daughter).

I liked that the museum had a “garage” section, composed of smaller rooms with instruments that visitors could play around with, and where some good musicians played several live sets throughout the day.                     

The last thing we did there was watch a short movie – in a theatre equipped with lights and shaking seats – of musical highlights from past HOF induction performances.  The song that got the most time came at the end, and was the great version of George Harrison’s “While My Guitar Gently Weeps,” performed by an all-star band. 

Harrison’s son played – looking like a clone of his dad – and the highlights for me were Tom Petty’s singing and freaky little weirdo Prince’s amazing shredding on guitar. 

Midway through our seven-hour drive back to Illinois, the sun finally came out, making for a mellow ending to our trip.  After the grim sites of the last two days – bloody battlefields scarred by the fight to end slavery, and the lonely field in Pennsylvania scarred by a plane brought down by evil, microphallused jihadis – a celebration of raucous American music was a nice, palate-cleansing dessert.

Tomorrow, I’ll return to my usual political mockery.    

Until then, as always…

Hamas delenda est!

The Cousins’ Trip, Part 1 – Shenandoah, Harper’s Ferry, Antietam, Gettysburg (posted 5/26/25)

After 10 days of traveling, I’m glad to be back home.  I had intended to write a few columns during this cousins’ trip as I had in the past, but I was only able to take some notes along the way.  So this column is about the first part of our trip, which fits the occasion of Memorial Day, and I’ll post a column tomorrow about the rest of the trip. 

I was glad to be able to visit with my mom, sister and brother-in-law in Tennessee at the beginning and end of the cousins’ trip.  Mom is hanging in there, and my sister is doing a great job of watching over her.  Mom’s spirits are still good, and the whole family has gotten some much appreciated help from a woman who has been coming in to help two days a week. 

I was also able to spend a day in Illinois having meals and visits with an aunt and uncle, as well as a few cousins who weren’t going to be traveling with the three of us. 

Our trip this time was for five days, and the weather forecast changed our plans a bit.  We had three sunny, cool days to start, and two rainy days at the end, so we opted to take my cousin’s relatively new Ford Explorer, rather than the ’76 Caddy convertible that we’d taken on our previous trips. 

Regular readers may remember that that beautiful old car is less than completely water-proof, and its wipers less than efficient.  Shakespeare was right when he said that “Conscience makes cowards of us all.”  But if he were taking a long road trip in the rain in May of 2025, he might have had a few things to say about comfort and convenience, as well as conscience.

Anyway, we looked at the forecast, and then at the Caddy, and then at the forecast again.  And then “our native hue of resolution was sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought.”  So the Explorer it was.

The rain also changed the order of our trip.  We’d originally planned to head east first, and then south to the Shenandoah National Park and Harper’s Ferry area.  But the promise of some sunny days for our outdoor activities meant that we headed southeast and drove longer than planned on our first day.

Fittingly for this trip shortly before Memorial Day, we went to four battlefields.  Tippecanoe (in Indiana) was first, the site of a much smaller battle in a war with Indians associated with Tecumseh.  Though that battle was much more important to Liz Warren (#wemustneverstopmockingher), the three Civil War sites to follow dwarfed it, in scale and casualties.

We made it down to Clarksburg, WV late that night, and the next morning we visited the Shenandoah National Park, which was as beautiful as advertised.  From there we made our way to Staunton, VA, a small town surrounded by wooded hills that punches above its weight, with a charming downtown and blocks of well-preserved old buildings.  After lunch we went to the Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library and Museum.  That’s a modest place with pretty grounds, and a garage exhibit featuring a sweet Pierce-Arrow limousine billed as “The Chariot of the President.”

We didn’t tour the museum and house, partly because of time, but mostly because Wilson was a racist leftist president whose bossy wife was the defacto president when he was debilitated during his last year in office. 

And I’ve already had my fill of that, and don’t want to support it any more!

That evening we made it to Harper’s Ferry, which made a strong, if strange impression on me.  The site is lovely, with the old town occupying three or floor blocks along a hillside where the Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers meet.  There is a train station on the low ground closest to the Potomac, and a few inns and restaurants, but most of the old town is a national historic park, and basically shuts down at night. 

Of course the town is best known for John Brown’s famous raid in 1859.  Meant to start a slave rebellion, the raid failed, and most of the raiders were killed during the skirmish or executed afterwards.  Because of its proximity to DC and strategic location on two rivers and a major railroad line, the town was fought over throughout the Civil War.    

We stayed in an 1840 inn, and took the opportunity to wander around the town and watch the last commuter train of the day arrive from DC, before we ate a late supper.  The next morning we were up early, before many people were out, and walked the mostly empty streets. The morning air was cool and refreshing, and smelled like honeysuckle.  We made our way up to Jefferson Rock, an outcropping on which the great man sat in October of 1783, and pronounced the view one of the most beautiful he’d ever seen.

After coffee and breakfast, we crossed a pedestrian walkway attached to a railroad bridge over the Potomac, and climbed on a forested path, up a steep hillside to where a battery of guns had been stationed during the war.  As we climbed, we were treated to intermittent views out over the valley and the town below, which confirmed Jefferson’s opinion of the scenery.  The timber was full of birds, and the honeysuckle scent was even stronger there.  On our way back downhill we began to see more people, but that morning felt like a tranquil break from normal life.

On the other hand, I kept thinking about something that was never far from my mind as we visited two more battlefields over the next 24 hours: What must it have been like to fight the battles that happened in those places?  After a half hour of walking on a cleared, wide pathway up to where the gun emplacement had been, I couldn’t imagine hauling cannon up that hill, when there was no path and tons of obstacles, and only manpower and horsepower to accomplish the feat.

From Harper’s Ferry we drove the 18 miles or so to Antietam, site of the bloodiest one-day battle of the war.  The visitor’s center had some interesting exhibits, and we watched a film recounting the course of the battle, before walking the nearest portion of the battlefield, and then taking a guided driving tour around a series of spots that followed the various stages of the battle. 

I’d read a lot about the Civil War years ago, and watched Ken Burns’ excellent 10-part documentary on the war, so most of the key positions were familiar to me: Burnside’s bridge over Antietam creek, the Dunker Church, the Cornfield, etc.  But it’s a different thing to see the actual site, with the monuments identifying which units were at which spots, and the gently rolling land on which so many men died.

I remembered reading about the Sunken Road (soon to be known as Bloody Lane) from which confederates were first able to ambush federal troops who marched right up to it without knowing it was there.  But even as we drove into the small parking lot that the audio tour identified as the Sunken Road, we still didn’t see it until we’d left the car and were right on top of it.  And then we could instantly understand how it turned into a death trap, once the union troops knew it was there, and could fire down into it. 

The beauty and peacefulness of the day when we visited Antietam contrasted with the horrific battle that had taken place there. 

But that was not the case when we arrived at Gettysburg, in a cold rain, the next morning.

The museum there was excellent, with many exhibits of weapons and uniforms, and a moving film that proved an old adage: you can’t go wrong with Morgan Freeman narrating.  After watching the film, we went upstairs into the Gettysburg Cyclorama, a large round room, with a raised, rounded platform in the middle, surrounded by a gigantic, 360-degree oil painting of the battle.  Between the platform and the walls, there is a hillside – complete with artifacts (cannon, wagons, rifles) and vegetation – that slopes away from the platform, and blends into the painting beyond. 

After that we went out into a chilly, foggy rain, and took another driving and audio tour of the large battlefield.  The low skies and grim weather seemed to perfectly match the somber events of the three-day battle, and once again I was surrounded by famous places I’d read about since childhood: Little Round Top, the Devil’s Den, the Wheatfield, Cemetery Hill. 

Overall, Harper’s Ferry was too quaint and the landscape too charming to feel like a battlefield to me, and Antietam was too bucolic and the day too pretty.  But experiencing Gettysburg under slate-gray skies and a cold rain was appropriately somber, and felt fitting, considering the bloody struggle that unfolded over three terrible days there.

On this Memorial Day, I’m in a Gettysburg state of mind, and I feel the kind of gratitude that it took the pen of Lincoln to express, when he wrote about our military men who “gave the last full measure of devotion” in the service of our country. 

God bless them, and their memory.

Hamas delenda est!

Response to Last Week’s Posts About Debating Lefties, + My Dark Secret (posted 5/15/25)

By the time you read this, I’ll be on the road up to Tennessee, and then on to Illinois.  I think I’ll be posting a column tomorrow on the Dems’ entertaining, continuing implosion, and I’ll do my best to post at least one or two columns next week from the road.

Last week I posted a slightly edited version of an email exchange I recently had with an old friend of mine who is a committed lefty, on the subject of the rule of law, and the potential for a “constitutional crisis” that may arise if SCOTUS doesn’t shut down the dozens of district court judges who are filing frivolous lawfare TROs against every move he makes.   

Many of you asked how he responded to the points I made, and many said that they have stopped even trying to discuss politics with the lefties in their lives. 

I haven’t heard back from my friend about my last two responses yet.  He received the first one the night before he was leaving on a two-week trip, and said that he’d need time to go through it and think about it, and I sent him the second one while he was on the road, and said we could talk about it when he gets back.

But over many years of such exchanges, I think that each of us has changed the other’s mind on individual points, but not on any of our larger beliefs.  (E.g. I think I’ve been able to prove to him that individual lefties have been corrupt and that some conservatives have governed better than some lefties, but not that leftism itself is based on false premises and doesn’t work in the real world.)  He’s one of four leftist friends of mine, and I think that statement applies to all four of them.    

Since none of them are the deranged, extremist, “you’re cancelled if you don’t agree with me” types, I’ve still been able to discuss politics with them, to varying degrees.   And I appreciate that, for a couple of reasons.  As I’ve mentioned before, I enjoy clarifying and testing my arguments in good-faith debates.  (Teaching argumentative and persuasive writing was a good fit for me!)

I also think that my friends and I have served a very useful moral purpose for each other: reminding all of us that the other side is not made up entirely of malevolent idiots and worse.  It’s very easy to watch bad-faith hypocrites and liars like Biden, Schumer, Grandma Squanto et al and start thinking of all Democrats as irredeemable creeps.  (And there are plenty of GOP morons who can make regular conservatives look like idiots!)  But knowing my friends reminds me – and I hope that knowing me reminds them – that that’s not the case.

In a way, this point dovetails nicely with my Christian faith.  We’re supposed to be as aware of our own flaws as we are of others’ flaws, and it’s good to be reminded of other people’s foibles in a way that doesn’t lead us to demonize them.  People make ridiculous choices in many areas of their lives, not just in politics.

Some people willingly drink ouzo.  Some are vegans.  Some root for FSU.  Some like soccer.  Some don’t like dogs. And some vote down-the-line Democrat.  What are we going to do?  Uncle Jesus tells me I’m supposed to love them anyway, and reminds me that I might have made a few stupid choices along the way myself.

I mean, you wouldn’t know it by looking at me, with my smoke show wife, my great kids, and my Wonder Dog, living my best life in the Free State of Florida.  But even I have had some dark chapters in my life. 

What I’m about to share with you needs to stay between us, and if you repeat it, I’ll deny it.  Like Joy Reid when her homophobic posts came out, I’ll just claim that my email was hacked.  (Joy Reid is this angry racist lady who used to be on tv.  Or on MSNBC.  Which is kind of like tv, except without the viewers.)

So if others are in the room or reading this over your shoulder who can’t be trusted to keep their mouths shut, please go somewhere else, or ask them to leave. 

Okay.  Here it goes. 

I was basically a Democrat until I was in my late 20s.

I know. I just threw up in my mouth a little, too.  And Cassie just looked at me with her head turned sideways, because I forgot that she can read.  Annnndddd… now she’s trotting out of the room, giving me a withering look back over her shoulder. 

Please, let me explain! 

I was pretty a-political as a teen and young adult.  I was one of those weird young men who was preoccupied with sports and girls, with an added layer of voracious-reader book nerd. 

Then I went to grad school for seven years (the PhD took me an extra year because I wrote a novel instead of my dissertation in my fourth year), where I was surrounded by lefty professors and students.

The pressure to conform was pretty strong.  If taking a lefty position in class was more likely to get me the 4.0 that I was looking for, okay.   If pretending to have read Das Kapital and Noam Chomsky’s latest drivel increased the chances that a female classmate would overlook my pedestrian appearance and thrust herself upon me, I’m in.  (If not like Flynn, at least like a young, proto-Martacus.) (100-year-old movie references for $100, Alex.) 

Whew, this is tough to write.  In the years since, my shame has driven me to confession about this multiple times.   And I’m not even Catholic!  I’d just randomly stop in a Catholic church and step into the shame booth.  (Have I mentioned that I’m not Catholic?)  But even then, I’d be tempted to falsely confess to murder or robbing a nun, just to avoid saying the words, “I once voted for Jimmy Carter.”

In my defense, I’d never paid enough attention to politics to be a down-the-line lefty.  I’d always had enough common sense to know that affirmative action was just reverse racism, and that abortion was wrong, for example.  And as I was forced to read leftist literary criticism – anti-Americanism and CRT were already making themselves felt, even in the Midwest, in the 1980s – I started to feel more and more repulsed.

By the time I finished my PhD, I had resolved never to read Lacan, Derrida, Marcuse or any of those weirdos again.  In fact, I started to read a lot of history, and then military history.  And then I came across Thomas Sowell, and Milton Friedman, and eventually VDH. 

Within two years of getting out, I was a confirmed conservative.

My transformation was completed a few years later, when I realized that the vow of poverty that I’d taken when I became an English professor was not a joke.  I started researching ways to buy fixer-upper real estate so that I might be able to retire before age 90. 

Some real-world experience with entrepreneurial risk-taking quickly cured me of the last vestiges of my youthful dalliance with liberalism, and I started down the road to becoming the conservative stalwart you know and admire today.      

Thus I became the old political cliché: a soft-hearted, naïve liberal at 20, but a reality-appreciating conservative by 30. 

My example does give me hope, though: sometimes it seems as if everybody is in their own bubbles, and people cling so stubbornly to their own priors.  But I made the change, both through reading ideas from the other side, and from life experience.  My guess is that the latter changes a lot more minds – the old “a conservative is a liberal who has been mugged” idea. 

But as a bookish type with a taste for logic and argument, my conversion began and moved pretty far along purely because of reading and thinking, before I staked my meager life savings on several real estate investments, and thus sealed the deal.

So while it often seems that our politics are so polarized in recent years, I still retain some cautious optimism that at least some liberals are persuadable.  In fact, their own party’s insane race to the far left is pushing some of them toward our side by default.  

I think many of these types now feel – or soon will – like Reagan did when he said that he didn’t leave the Democrats, the Democrats left him.  Elon certainly does.  A year or two ago he posted a cartoon showing him standing in the same place, but the leftists running so far to the extreme left that his unchanged position – which was once a little left of center – is now firmly on the right. 

A similar process happened for RFK Jr., Tulsi, Dave Rubin, Joe Rogan, Adam Carolla, and many more.

So I enjoy debating my lefty friends, even though I don’t expect that any of them will necessarily undergo the conversion that I did. 

But even if they only become more aware of and turned off by the extremists on the far left, they will be doing themselves and the nation some good.

Our country would be better off with a sane, center-left liberal party, and a much more marginalized and impotent far-left fringe (rather than the radicals who are steering the Democrats today). 

Such a centrist party could mitigate the damage done when the Dems next have power, and could even be cooperative partners with some conservatives on a small range of issues where we have some common ground. 

If I’m being honest, I can’t say that I see that happening anytime very soon.  But we’re cautious optimists around here, and I’m trying to keep that hope alive!

Hamas delenda est!

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A Good Mother’s Day, and Other Assorted Good News (posted 5/12/25)

I hope you all had a great Mother’s Day!  We certainly did.  Because my wife’s birthday is the 10th, we had a combination birthday-Mother’s Day celebration for her on Saturday.  Her two brothers and their wives came over, and we all went to a large animal sanctuary a few miles north of town.

It’s called the Carson Springs Wildlife Conservation Foundation, and they really do things right.  They’ve got all the proper certifications and designations, and during our two-hour walking tour, we could see that they love those animals, and give them the kind of care they deserve.  Their living areas are spacious, with appropriately sturdy fencing in a natural setting.  (There are no concrete floors and jail-cell ambience here.)  They’ve got lots of big cats, plus hyenas, lemurs, and a lot more.

I know that many people can go and see lions, tigers and cheetahs and still go through life as atheists or agnostics.  But I don’t get it.  I can’t look at an adult male lion without thinking of C.S. Lewis’ Aslan, or Biblical lion imagery (the Lion of Judah, roaring like a lion, the boldness of a lion, even the adversary, “prowling around like a lion, seeking someone to devour”).

And the story of “Daniel in the Weasels’ Den” would work for no one.

On the other hand, I can see how a materialist could still appreciate these animals, just for their ingenious fitness for their environment.  The jaguar is so perfectly camouflaged.  The cheetah can go from 0-60 in 3 seconds, and he looks like it, even when he’s standing still. 

The hyenas aren’t as handsome, but are fascinating to watch.  Our tour guide pointed out that their back legs are shorter than their front legs, which allows them to sprint backwards while keeping their eyes and teeth facing a pursuer. 

In the SEC, we call that “a shutdown corner.”

Because: God and football, two essential parts of life. 

That night I caught the SNL monologue – only because one of my favorite actors Walton Goggins was the host – and saw his very touching tribute to his mom.  She was in the audience, and when he called her up on stage to dance with him, it was enough to make even a flinty stoic like myself get a little misty eyed.

(Goggins is in The White Lotus, which is too weird for me to watch.  But he was in Justified, which is arguably the best series this century: amazing actors; characters and writing from the great Elmore Leonard; and fantastic Kentucky-ness everywhere you look.)  

On Sunday I called my world-class mom.  Regular readers know that she is beset with Alzheimers, but is still soldiering on.  For the sake of new readers, I’ll re-tell the story that best sums up my mom.

She lives with my sister and her husband in Tennesee, and after she had a mild stroke two years ago, she was unsteady on her feet for a few days after she came home.  My sister told her that she was going to sleep in her bed with her the first night or two, so that she could help steady her if she had to get up in the night. 

When they had been in bed for about 15 minutes, mom rolled over and saw Rhonda there.  Seeing that mom was confused – in fact, she’d forgotten the mild stroke already – Rhonda said, “Remember?  I’m going to sleep with you tonight.”

Mom said, “Oh, okay.”  Then after a moment, she said, “Did you have a bad dream?”  THAT’s a mom: 86 years old, and still taking care of the kids!

When I called her yesterday, she said she’s doing great, because that’s her standard response.  I thanked her for being a great mom most of the time – there is some controversy in the family as to whether she spoiled my sister too much 😊 – and she thanked me for being a great son all of the time.

Thus proving that her mind and memory are still strong!

Later this week, I’ll be going up to see her and my sister, on my way to Illinois and another traditional May trip with two of my cousins.   (New readers can go to “Road Trips” on my website and read about our trip on Route 66 from Chicago to Santa Monica in a ’76 Caddy Eldorado several years back, followed by our “Lap the Lake” trip around Lake Michigan.)

(You can also see a 6-year-old picture of my mom and I there, in stylish headgear.  She’s the one in the birthday hat; I’m the one in the turkey chapeau.)  

This year we’re going to Harper’s Ferry, with stops along the way in Cleveland (for the Rock-and-Roll Hall of Fame), Pittsburgh, Gettysburg, Antietam and the Shenandoah National Park, along with anywhere else that we stumble across along the way.          

All of that being said, I don’t have time to comment on all the good things that have happened in the world over the last couple of days.  But ticking off even a short list should make us grateful. 

India and Pakistan seem to have pulled back from a nuclear war.  The Catholics have a new pope.  There are positive signs on the tariff front.  Letitia James is so panicked about the karmic arse-whipping she’s about to get that she has painted herself bronze and is trying to hide in plain sight on top of a pedestal in Times Square. 

Trump has intimidated Hamas into releasing their last American hostage. (Though if they don’t immediately release the rest of their hostages, I hope Israel descends on them like the Lion of Judah, if the Lion of Judah had exploding pagers and groin-seeking missiles and whatever other weapons it takes to wipe every Hamas terrorist off the map).  

By the way, you may remember that American hostage’s name from all the time the Dems spent wailing about his illegal captivit—

Oh no, wait.  They haven’t mentioned his name, because they’ve been too busy rending their garments over wife-beating, human-trafficking, gang-banging illegal thugs like Kil-Mar.

Speaking of which, Democrat politicians never fail to keep failing, as four of them did when they tried to illegally force their way into an ICE facility in New Jersey last Friday.  A Dem mayor got arrested, and more arrests are likely coming, as DHS reviews video of the incident.  Which was exactly like The Great Escape (1963), except that instead of brave POWs trying to break out of a Nazi camp, it was a clot of bumbling, deranged commies trying to release a bunch of violent thugs into America.   

Because: self-detonators gotta self-detonate!

Finally, I have to mention Maine high school teacher JoAnna St. Germain, who appears to be a miraculous agglomeration of the DNA of Jasmine Crockett, Ilhan Omar, AOC, and Lil’ Davy Hogg, all rolled up in one.  

This “educator” took to Facebook to call on the Secret Service to “take out” the president and “every sycophant he has surrounded himself with.”  She later clarified that she’s “not talking about assassinating a president.”

But wait.  Didn’t she just— Oh, read the next sentence: “A president is a person duly elected by the American people.” 

Get it?  That thing in November wasn’t a legitimate election, because any election in which the Left doesn’t get what it wants is by definition illegitimate.  Thus, Trump is a fascist dictator, and should be murdered.

She seems nice.   

She’s got social media pics and posts that check ALL the boxes:

Crazy eyes?  (You betcha.)

Odd hair?  (Several variations, the most recent of which appears to be a shaved/very short ‘do.  If she is undergoing cancer treatment, I sincerely apologize for the mockery.  But… NOPE.)

Pics from protests featuring badly-made, hand-written signs?  (Oh yeah.)

Do those signs have way too many words, heading off in multiple, incoherent directions?  (Need you even ask?)

How about vulgarity?  (If a big “F” bomb counts, then yes.)

Any pics of the rainbow flag?  (Obviously.)

Does it have the big, ugly, triangular thing on it, indicating that just 5 or 6 made-up genders aren’t nearly wacky enough?  (That’s a bingo.)

The Secret Service confirmed that they are aware St. Germain’s creepy posts, but no charges have been filed against her yet.  On the bright side, she is probably now one of the leading Democrat candidates for 2028. 

And “Crockett/St. Germain” has a nice “JD-Vance-walking-in-accompanied-by-‘Hail to the Chief’” vibe to it, don’t you think?

Have a good week!  If you haven’t seen it yet, do yourself a favor and watch Justified, and if you’ve got a little donation money lying around and want to support some of God’s creatures, Carson Springs is a 501-C-3 non-profit, and can be found at http://www.carsonspringswildlife.org.

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Hamas delenda est!

Another Self-Detonating Hero, and You’ll Never Guess Why the Dems Are Worried about Fetterman (posted 5/9/25)

After two over-long columns on the serious subjects of lawfare and the courts, today I’m returning to the kind of material that is right in my usual wheelhouse: a quick rundown of recent stories requiring juvenile mockery. 

But I appreciate the many thoughtful comments that you all posted on my last two columns.  I’m going to share a little more next week to answer your questions about how my buddy responded to my emails, and also about my conversion from being a liberal in my callow youth, to the wise old conservative you know and love today.  

First up, we have a new candidate for the leftists’ “Self-Detonating Hero” designation, so get ready for a fusillade of “unexpectedly”s:

He is a pro-Hamas, anti-Semite Columbia student (unexpectedly!) from “Palestine” (unexpectedly!), here on a green card (unexpectedly!) named Mohsen Mahdawi. 

Mahdawi was taken into custody by ICE, but has been temporarily released on bond on the order of a US District court judge in Vermont.  (Unexpectedly!)  Of course that judge was appointed by Ronald Reagan.

HA! I kid because I love.  He’s an Obama appointee.

Unexpectedly!  

And the Dems are already beginning to transfer their schoolgirl crushes from Kilmar to Mohsen, like a 13-year-old girl replacing her Donnie Osmond poster with a Shaun Cassidy one.  (I’ll take “Timely late 1970s pop culture references” for $100, Alex.)

Mohsen looks like an Arab Luigi Mangione, and he’s got the soft-spoken peace-loving protestor routine down pat.  CBS and the NY Times have already given him tongue-bath interviews. (Unexpectedly!)  So start your countdown clocks, because you know he’s going to blow up in their faces soon.

I just came across a group called Canary Mission, who documents and publicizes people and organizations who promote hatred of the US, Israel and Jews, and they’ve put together a great two-minute video of Mohsen spouting some soothing talking points about how his activism “is centered in the energy of love.” 

Hilariously, the video intersperses Mohsen’s assertions with video clips and pics that belie his words.  He says, “Antisemitism has no place in our movement.”  Cut to him holding a microphone wearing a keffiyeh, in the middle of three other people, under the chyron, “Mohsen surrounded by anti-Semites.”

He says, “My compassion is also for the Jewish people.”  Cut to him standing on campus, using a bullhorn to drown out a small group of students calling on Hamas to release the red-headed Bibas babies, whom they eventually murdered, along with their mother.  (In that clip, Mohsen has a hateful smirk on his face that made me wish the IDF had placed one of their pager charges in his bullhorn.)     

My favorite part of the video is when Mohsen mournfully accuses the IDF of killing six of his cousins and his uncle.  Cut to a photo lineup of scowling “Palestinian” terrorists, one of them holding an AK-47, identifying them as his cousins and uncle. 

It reminded me of a mafia movie scene in which an old gangster looks through wedding pictures.  “There’s Sammy the Bull, Fat Tony Salerno, Frankie the Blade Lucchese,  Big Paulie and Little Paulie Genovese.  All of them upstanding Italian Americans, unjustly harassed by the police!” 

I hope the Dems go all-in on dreamy peacenik Mohsen as their newest poster boy.  Then, pics of him in a suicide vest, proudly holding up a copy of Mein Kampf can show up in 3… 2… 1…

While the Dems are hot and bothered over Mohsen, they’re very worried about another one of their own, Lurch Fetterman.  Last week New York Magazine ran an alarmist story about his health, with the tagline, “John Fetterman’s Struggle:  The senator insists he is in good health.  But staffers past and present say they no longer recognize the man they once knew.” 

If you didn’t know what a left-wing rag NY Mag is, you might think that Fetterman has had another stroke, or a heart attack, or is possibly collapsing on a regular basis and bleeding from the eyes.

But if you were a certain hilarious genius with a fully functional wizard hat, you might guess that Fetterman is continuing to make more sense, which his leftist handlers regard with alarm.  And you’d be 100% right.

Expectedly!

The story actually has various members of his staff hysterically getting their dresses – or in some cases their gender non-binary onesies – over their heads because Fetterman has demonstrated such ominous signs of dementia as… wait for it… disbelieving that the IDF is bombing “Palestinian” “refugee” camps full of “innocent civilians,” and… wait for it again… considering not voting against Pete Hegseth’s nomination for SecDef! 

One of his key advisors who quit last year captures the tone of the article: “I hope Senator Fetterman gets the help he needs.”

The story is unintentionally funny, and it perfectly sums up the elite left in a nutshell: When Fetterman shuffled around like a stuttering, lobotomized mental patient who would vote for whatever they put in front of him, they praised him to the skies!  But now that he’s occasionally making sense, they think he’s lost his mind.  Perfect!  

Speaking of losing one’s mind, did you catch the CNN interview with a Sinaloa cartel member?  They put him in a disguise and altered his voice, and the interviewer talked to him as if he was an aggrieved victim of unfair accusations.  She said, “According to the Trump administration, you are a terrorist.  What do you make of that?”

The guy answered, “Well, the situation is ugly, but we have to eat.” 

Of course you do.  And of course the CNN dope didn’t push back at all.  Because who among us hasn’t been in that poor criminal’s situation?

I remember my junior year in high school, when I’d smuggled some fentanyl into study hall, shot two of my rivals execution-style, and sex trafficked several of my female classmates for cash, and I got caught.  Boy, was my dad mad when he got called down to the principal’s office with me!

But I said, “Dad, if I didn’t sell drugs, pimp out my girlfriends and assassinate my competitors, what would I do for lunch money?” 

And everyone agreed that I’d made a compelling case.  So I spent a year in juvie and missed my graduation, but four short years later I got a job as a reporter at CNN.  True story.

Anyway, I can’t believe that even CNN can be this stupid.  They hate Trump and would do anything to discredit him, but do they really believe that a violent cartel thug giving him a thumb’s down is going to help the Dems and hurt Trump?!

You keep doing you, CNN!

Hamas delenda est!

On Lawfare, Rule of Law and SCOTUS, Part 2 (posted 5/8/25)

I appreciate the many thoughtful comments on the first part of my debate responses to my lefty friend.  Here’s the second (and final part), though I’ve got a few thoughts to post on Friday, asking what many of you asked yesterday: Have any lefty acquaintances of yours ever become conservatives, and if so, did debates with conservatives influence their decision?

“I hadn’t really thought about this until the last 6 or 7 years or so, but there is only one part of our entire federal government which has no explicit checks on it, and that is SCOTUS.   

The legislative checks the executive, by passing legislation and over-riding presidential vetoes.  The executive checks the legislative through the veto, and the president controls foreign policy and the executive branch (though dozens of partisan leftist judges have said that that’s over now, if they have their way). 

The judicial branch checks the legislative and executive branches, and appellate courts check district courts, and SCOTUS can check appellate courts.  But as it stands, there is no means by which anybody – not the legislative, the executive, or lower courts – can check SCOTUS.  It is the highest court, and by definition it dictates what “the rule of law” means, based solely on how it interprets the constitution.  

That was not always the case.  In fact, SCOTUS first introduced that idea (by inference from the constitution) giving themselves that power in 1803 (in Marbury v Madison), and since the executive and legislative didn’t object or stop them, that never-voted-on arrangement hardened into the law of the land.  

Theoretically, the legislative can check SCOTUS by passing constitutional amendments.  But since post-Marbury, SCOTUS is the final authority on the constitution, in reality, it could just declare that a recent, legitimately passed amendment is actually unconstitutional, thus nullifying it.  (That’s basically what SCOTUS does every time it overturns a precedent.)

But in the real world, we know that that’s not completely true.  Because if it were, any 5 SCOTUS judges would be de facto dictators over us all.  I’ll give you two quick examples to illustrate the concept through absurd analogies.  Say you’ve got a SCOTUS with 5 far-right justices, and they say that by proposing a unitary executive, the constitution meant that the president has all the powers of a dictator.  So Trump IS a dictator from this day forward, and can declare himself president for life, abolish the right of leftists to vote, etc.

(I know: that’s actually very close to what some on the far-left believe right now, in their TDS fever dreams!)

Or consider the opposite: a SCOTUS with 5 far-left judges declares that hidden in the “emanations and penumbras” of the constitution is the never-heretofore-detected entitlement of all Americans to a utopian socialist scheme of free food, shelter, health care and education from the cradle to the grave.   (That’s actually pretty much how we got abortion as a “constitutional right.”  The Warren court “discovered” a right to privacy in 1965 in Griswold, and then eight years later, the Burger court piggy-backed – citing only “emanations and penumbra” – on that ruling to “discover” a right to abortion in Roe that no Founder or American citizen had ever found in two centuries of reading the constitution.) 

And since those entitlements would require a quasi- or fully totalitarian government to declare farmers, construction workers, doctors etc. to be indentured servants, and coerce them into growing the crops, building the housing and giving the medical care that those new “entitlements” demand – which is what happened in every socialist/communist state to a greater or lesser degree – SCOTUS could declare that we are henceforth a communist country, and personal freedom has been abolished.

What those absurd examples tell us is that the only real check on SCOTUS’s power is the large-scale consent of the voters.  Because while SCOTUS has no theoretical checks on its power, it also has no enforcement mechanisms for its rulings.  The executive and legislative have police, courts and military power to enforce their laws on people, and they do so regularly.  SCOTUS has nothing, unless the executive and legislative voluntarily subject themselves to its rulings, and then force them on the people.

This has happened multiple times, the most famous being when Lincoln suspended habeas corpus for four years during the Civil War.  The Taney court said he couldn’t legally do that, and told him to stop it. And he said, “I’m a Republican president, and I’m going to defeat the Democrats and free their slaves, and I’m not going to let your rulings stop me, so suck it, Trebek.”  Or words to that effect.

The concept underlying this idea was probably best stated by Andrew Jackson, when he forced the movement of Indians on the Trail of Tears, despite the Marshall SCOTUS ruling that that action was unconstitutional.  Jackson allegedly (and it appears, likely apocryphally) said, “John Marshall has made his decision, now let him enforce it.”  Whether Jackson actually said that or not, those words did capture his attitude – and what actually happened – when nobody enforced the SCOTUS ruling, and the Indians got screwed. 

Many commentators on both sides regularly accuse presidents on the other side of blatantly defying the court.  Many conservatives and independents said that Obama’s DACA and DAPA actions, for example – unilaterally changing immigration law without legitimate legislation from congress – were blatantly unconstitutional.  And Obama agreed, admitting dozens of times in public that he couldn’t legally do that without action from congress…right up until he did it!  (I don’t like that guy!)  SCOTUS eventually allowed a 5th circuit ruling saying DACA and DAPA were both unconstitutional to stand – which again, Obama and everybody else knew had always been the case.

But Obama – and Biden after him, on all the examples I gave you in my last email – both defiantly said, “The constitution says X, but let somebody enforce it.”  In all those cases, SCOTUS eventually did slap them down, and they only then stopped defying the law.  But by then, they’d gotten what they’d wanted, and nobody was able to reverse their illegally gotten gains: Biden won the midterms (in part) by illegally pushing student debt transfer to the taxpayers, and he forced millions to take an experimental vaccine against their will, and he forced landlords to take losses and give free rent to tenants for 8 months before he belatedly stopped.  And over a decade since Obama knowingly defied the constitution to keep illegals here through DACA and DAPA, many millions of them are STILL here.

And like psycho kids who kill their parents and then ask for mercy from the court because they are now orphans (!), the Democrats are now insisting that the DACA and DAPA illegals must be allowed to stay, since they’ve been here so long, and have now established roots in America.  (That takes some balls!) 

Which brings us to today, and the hundred-plus legal actions against Trump, and the troubling possible outcomes of them.  The lefties are saying that every action that Trump takes is creating a “constitutional crisis.”  Conservatives and some independents are saying that the lawfare being waged against every presidential action is essentially giving 677 local judges the power to totally paralyze the executive branch – a result that has never happened before, and was never contemplated in the constitution – and is what’s causing a “constitutional crisis.”

I think there’s a chance that these will become self-fulfilling prophecies.  I’m hoping that SCOTUS rules correctly, and allows Trump to do what all presidents before him have done: control budget and personnel in the executive branch; enforce immigration and civil rights laws as written, etc. 

But if SCOTUS doesn’t do that, I think Trump – or most presidents, really – could possibly follow the examples of Lincoln and Andrew Jackson, and say, “Roberts has made his ruling, now let him enforce it.”  And then that would REALLY be a constitutional crisis. 

The reason I think that could happen is the crucial difference between now and the earlier examples: Trump would have the consent of the majority of the governed.   It’s true that Biden and Obama both eventually did submit to the SCOTUS rulings.  But they only violated the law in the first place because they knew that they couldn’t have gotten what they wanted legitimately, because the majority of the public was against what they wanted to do.  And they only belatedly submitted in the end because they’d gotten what they wanted, and because public outrage would have produced the crisis that their continuing lawlessness would have justly brought down on them.

Trump, on the other hand – and I know you hate his guts, and think he’s wrong about everything – is doing everything he ran on, and that the majority of the voters want.  (In fact, even though he’s always been a divisive figure personally – because of his tendency toward assholery! – achieving personal approval ratings of 50/50ish at best, his major campaign promises all received majority polling approval.) 

During the campaign, he clearly laid out the agenda that the dozens of leftist mini-president judges are now thwarting.  He said he would close the border and build a wall; deport the illegals, fight DEI, etc.

I’m not saying that popular approval means everything, and that the majority should get everything it wants.  (At one time, majorities in the south wanted slavery, majorities approved of mistreating Indians, and of FDR penning up Japanese Americans, etc.)

But I think the far left of the Democrat party – and their partisan judges – are effectively arguing that majority will means NOTHING, if it goes against their own political preferences.  The people may have voted to enforce the border, protect women, cut bureaucracy, and all the rest, but they can pound sand, because a few dozen local judges know better. 

And that’s NOT the way our system is supposed to work, or has ever worked!

It’s not about Trump, man!  It’s about us, and what we voted for.  (And by we, I don’t mean just conservatives, but also the independents who won him the election, and the higher number of blacks, Hispanics, married women, and young people than any Republican president has won in over 40 years!)  Those of us who loathed Biden – and those who gave him a chance, but quickly soured on his nasty, incompetent governing and obvious mental deficiencies – weren’t happy, but we didn’t riot for months like antifa and BLM, and we didn’t try to assassinate him.  Most of us thought the election had been rigged, but we couldn’t prove that it had been stolen, so that’s the way it goes.  He won a narrow victory, so he got to set the agenda, and we had to live to fight another day. 

Well, now it’s another day, and we played by the rules, and we won.  Convincingly, if narrowly in the popular vote.  But now we’re told that we can’t get what he ran on, because it makes the other side mad?   To quote Dr. Evil, “How about NO!” 

I think that defying the will of the majority of the people in that way is dangerous, and I think that what Schumer illegally threatened to do to judges who defied his will could eventually happen to the far left: they’re sowing the wind, and they might end up reaping the whirlwind. 

I REALLY don’t want that to happen, and because I’m fundamentally an optimist, I don’t think that it will.  But the Boasberg-types on the district courts are playing with fire.

To wrap up (finally! 😊), I think a healthy fear of the kinds of tensions I’ve just summarized is part of what underlies the conservative/originalist view of the constitution and SCOTUS: judges should be humble, and do their best to rule based on what the constitution says, regardless of their own political preferences.   (Thus conservative judges often vote against their own politics, as when Scalia upheld flag burning, even though he repeatedly said that he’d love to see it outlawed, etc.) 

The progressive judicial view, on the other hand, is “the living constitution” theory, which holds that since society is always evolving, SCOTUS should be willing to change our laws to reflect that evolution.  (Sarcastic jerks like me call this the “just make shit up” approach. 😊) And they don’t mean to do that through constitutional amendments, the way the mostly conservative, genius Founders set things up – which is very difficult to do, b/c it involves that pesky “respecting democracy” stuff — but through fiat, by the diktat of 5 legislators in robes.

Two quick examples of that: Before Roe, the entire nation was working through the issue of abortion on a traditional, consent-of-the-governed, federalist basis: conservative states were passing laws to make abortions harder to get, and liberal ones were making them easier.  But then SCOTUS stepped in and short-circuited the democratic process, and dictated a poorly reasoned and controversial new “law of the land,” forcing it down on all 50 states.

The Obergefell decision in 2015 did the same thing with gay marriage.  Laws on that issue were being proposed, debated and voted on in many states. (And, infuriatingly to progressives, usually being voted down, even in deep-blue CA.)  Then SCOTUS stepped in, “discovered” that the Founders and the constitution had always wanted gay marriage everywhere, and forced that decision on all 50 states. 

Interestingly, I think the intervening years have proven that even though both of those decisions were arrived at in an unconstitutional and wrong way, one of them has the democratic approval of the voters, and the other does not.  Obergefell is the former: society was evolving toward more tolerance of gay marriage, and many if not most states would likely have approved it by now anyway.

(In fact, even in 2015, a reasonable, democratic compromise was being worked out.  “Civil union” laws were being passed that stopped discrimination against gays in relationships – not recognizing their marital rights in divorce or inheritance, or their right to ‘next of kin/spousal privileges’ in health care situations, etc. – without coercing the majority into calling that “marriage,” when marriage had never meant that before.  That seems like a reasonable, compassionate way to work out some differences without screwing with people you disagree with.  And it was interrupted by an arrogant court who acted like a legislature – a fundamental breach of our Founding and constitutional law – and created a new law.)

How do I know that Obergefell has democratic approval, despite the legally illegitimate way it was forced on us?  Because even though it’s only 10 years old, and many millions of Americans still don’t accept the validity of calling gay unions “marriage,” there have been no serious challenges or widespread social unrest over it.  The country has accepted it and moved on.

The Roe court did the same thing – legislating from the bench in a way that invalidated the many state legislative debates about abortion that were going on, and dictating to the entire nation by making up a new, foundational law that had never existed before.  But the reaction was the opposite of that to Obergefell: that law was fought over and challenged constantly for 50 years, with no signs of passions diminishing.  Every January, millions of Americans protested in frigid temps in DC in the March for Life, which mourned the anniversary of the Roe decision.  And finally, after half a century, a quasi-originalist/conservative court undid the Roe mistake (IMHO), in Dobbs.

I know that most progressives are still outraged because they think that Dobbs “banned abortion.”  But of course it did nothing of the sort!  It just sent abortion back to the states, where it belonged.  And the enthusiasm for abortion rights in most blue states has given Dems a lot of electoral victories over the GOP in the last 3 years, and by some counts, there are more abortions happening now that there were before Dobbs.  (Which I find depressing, as democratic outcomes often are.)

The result of Dobbs can best be summarized in a political cartoon I saw in its aftermath: an  angry pro-choice crowd is confronting the SCOTUS justices.  Their screams are in a speech bubble: “5 judges should not be allowed to dictate abortion law!”  And a thought bubble over the 5 quasi-originalist judges says, “That’s exactly what we just said!” 

So I think Dobbs resulted in a just outcome: conservative states in which voters believe that abortion after viability – or 15 weeks, or 6 weeks, or whatever the voters decide – is infanticide-adjacent have banned later term abortions, with the big 3 exceptions.  Progressive states, in which voters believe that a baby is part of the mother’s body rather than a separate entity, or at least that a mother’s choice supersedes those of a fetus/zygote/tissue mass/baby (?), have passed laws that allow abortion – in 9 states plus DC, right up until the moment of birth!  (I almost can’t believe that that is true, but in AK, OR, CO, NM, MN, MI, MD, NJ and VT, if a doctor can get a scalpel into a baby’s skull before it crowns out of the birth canal, that killing is totally legal!)

As a conservative, and a sinful, flawed follower of Uncle Jesus, I appreciate our federalist system, which allows me to not violate my conscience on this issue.  I am free to (and will) never live in a blue state that would force me to tolerate (and pay for) abortions after viability, which I believe is murder. 

Similarly, progressives are free to never live in a red state governed by laws passed by troglodyte, evil, patriarchal fascists like me (in their view 😊) who would prevent them from aborting their babies at will.

In this fallen world, I think that is the best possible outcome we’re likely to ever get.  Especially when the alternative is to allow arrogant judges to force everyone to violate their consciences based on those judges’ whims, and/or whoever controls the White House and congress on any given day.”