Raddatz Ambushes Grandma Squanto, & a Poop-Related Story from France (posted 6/24/24)

You won’t believe what I saw during a Martha Raddatz interview on ABCs “This Week” show on Sunday…

…is a sentence you will never see me write, because I would never intentionally watch an MSM show on a Sunday.  Or any other day.

However, I do follow a lot of conservative websites and podcasters, and they often bring interesting stories that happened on lefty agitprop shows to my attention.  So…

You won’t believe an excerpt from a Martha Raddatz show that appeared on Redstate Sunday!  Her guest was Lizzie “Grandma Squanto” Warren, and the interview turned into a real “man bites dog” stunner.

Or should I say a real “white guy scalps Indian” story, in this case?

Normally, Raddatz is a typically biased MSM hack.  You may remember when Obama’s administration bungled the Benghazi bombing, with then-SecState (shudder) Hillary Clinton as their point person.

She was questioned in congress about how several Americans ended up dead, and why her department was caught so flatfooted, and what they knew of the attacker’s intentions before the killings.  Her infamously dismissive retort – “What difference at this point does it make?” – has been cited ever since as a particularly tone-deaf and maladroit performance.

So how did Martha Raddatz write about Hillary’s behavior during that questioning?  She praised the Cankled One as “at times combative, charming, disarming and clearly ready for a fight.”

I tried to do a search for “instances in which Hillary Clinton has ever been ‘charming’?”  And my computer began to vibrate, and then to smoke and hum.  I threw my body over Cassie the Wonder Dog to protect her, just as the computer exploded into a buzzsaw of plastic shrapnel. 

I don’t like to use the word “hero” to describe myself (even though members of CO Nation are doing so constantly, and who am I to fly in the face of public opinion?), so I won’t. 

But I will say that the world is a much better place with Cassie in it, and that because of me, she didn’t become another victim of Hillary Clinton’s murderous incompetence.  So you’re welcome, everybody.

Where was I? 

Oh yeah: Martha Raddatz. She didn’t just call the most charmless harpy this side of Maxine Waters “charming,” she also called her “cool.”  I’m not kidding. In May of 2012, Raddatz started a story on Clinton with the words, “Let’s face it, Hillary is cool.” 

Two years later, she responded to news that Chelsea Clinton was having a baby by saying these words – which I swear I am not making up – to an ABC panel: “Very important question: What do you think Hillary Clinton should be called as a grandma?  I say maybe ‘Glam-Ma.’”

Ooh, I guess it’s too late to give you a “may vomit in the back of your mouth” trigger warning.  Sorry about that.

Anyway, I’m sure that when Liz Warren sat down with Raddatz for an interview, she was expecting the Native American version of a bunch of softball questions tossed over the middle of the plate.  But Raddatz came out loaded for bear.

Or at least for a forked-tongue Pale-Faced Powhatan.  (#wemustneverstopmockingher)

Raddatz correctly said that there have been more than 6.9 million apprehensions at the border under Biden, and only 2 million under Trump, and then asked, “What did the president do wrong?”

Warren was clearly caught with her deer-skin loincloth down (#neverstop), and stammered out, “No, this isn’t about what the president did wrong.”  Then she launched into the ridiculous talking point that Biden was powerless to close the border because he didn’t have the necessary resources, pointing the finger at Republicans who “blocked [the faux comprehensive immigration “reform” bill], blocked it, blocked it, blocked it.”

Raddatz forcefully cut her off: “But Donald Trump didn’t have that either, Senator.  He didn’t have that either, and there were [only] two million during his entire term.”

Lizzie squirmed, wiggled and lied for the rest of the interview, but it was the second most shocking thing I’ve ever seen on ABC’s “This Week.” 

The most shocking thing was that for the first time in my life, I’ve seen Elizabeth Warren with an actual red face!

If I had told you that I had a poop-related story today, I bet that you would guess it would involve one of two angles:

1. Oh no, what world leader has our Cadaver in Chief defecated on now?

2. Have things in San Francisco gotten even worse somehow?

But no. I’m bringing you a foreign pooping story from the put-upon citizens of France. 

The Olympics are going to be held in Paris this summer, and a swimming marathon and the swimming portion of a triathlon are planned to take place in the Seine.  That choice has been controversial, because the Seine is not super-clean.  But the French government is spending $1.5 billion to clean it up in time for the games. 

Because everything else is going perfectly in France.  Jihadi immigrants have not turned whole areas of Paris into no-go zones for police, for example, and French Jews are not being harassed, threatened and attacked there.  So why not toss a billion and a half bucks into the river?

Unfortunately, that effort is not going so well, with bacteria and sewage levels in the Seine still being found at “alarming” rates. 

So the French people knew just what to do.  They might not be very good at some things – minding their own business, standing up to jihadis in their midst (or to Germans on the march) – but they are excellent at one thing: protesting.

Do employers want people to work more than 30 hours per week?  Are various unsustainably high government benefits on the chopping block?  Is anyone suggesting that shutting down an entire nation for the month of August to allow “workers” to take a break from their brutal, 30-hour work weeks might be un peu too much?

The French will hit the streets! 

This time around, though, they’ve gotten more creative.  Because they’re mad about the filthiness of their capital city’s river, some French wag created a website and a hashtag to promote a mass protest calling for thousands of French people to literally poop in the Seine.

The protest was supposed to happen on June 23rd, but I haven’t found evidence of how many people showed up.  As of Saturday, though, the story was getting huge media coverage, and many Frenchmen were vowing to bare the derriere and drop le deuce to show their politicians what they think of them. 

My first thought was to wonder why San Francisco hasn’t filed a copyright violation claim to stop the protest, since they have trademarked fecal-related public events.  But I’ll bet that they’re kicking themselves for limiting themselves to only poop-coating streets, parks and businesses, but not bodies of water!

Still, if someone’s not printing up, “I [poop emoji] Seine-France-isco” t-shirts right this minute, they’re leaving money on the table.

On the one hand, I question the wisdom of protesting the poop levels in the Seine by… greatly adding to the poop levels in the Seine.

On the other hand, French president Macron and the mayor of Paris have promised to swim in the Seine before the Olympics start, to prove how clean it is.

And when I think of what our politicians – the Squad, Joey Gaffes and Que Mala, the entire national Democrat party – have been putting us through for the last four years, can I appreciate the karmic opportunity to do to our politicians what they’ve been doing to us? 

Can I really smile at the thought of that?  Can I?

Well, I am an Ameri-can, aren’t I?

Hamas delenda est!

A Pistol-Packing Granny, Jim Clyburn Face-Plants in Real Time, and Sheila Jackson Lee is no Astrophysicist (posted 4/12/24)

Well, O.J. Simpson is finally dead.  And I’m sure that reminds us all of the old, well-known, cliched folk-saying: “Martin Simpson is NOT related to O.J. Simpson in any way.”

If I’ve heard that once, I’ve heard it a thousand times.  And yet it still rings true, doesn’t it?

So in honor of the day, I’ll start with a Stupid Criminal story, and I’ve got to warn you: it contains some tumultuous conduct!

This one takes place in Bingham County, Idaho.  Christine Jenneiahn (85) lives out in the boonies with her adult, disabled son, and at 2:00 a.m. on March 13th, Derek Condon (39, but no longer going on 40) broke into her house.  He was wearing a ski mask and carrying a 9mm handgun, and he hit Christine, handcuffed her to a wooden chair in her living room, and threatened to kill her if she didn’t give him her valuables.

She told him there were two safes in the basement.  When he went down to look, she dragged the chair she was handcuffed to into her bedroom, where she retrieved a pistol from under her pillow.  Because: Idaho!

She then dragged her chair back into the living room and hid the gun beside her, hoping she wouldn’t have to use it.  But when Condon discovered her disabled son, he got mad at her for not telling him the son was there.  He started threatening her again while he was rummaging around the house, so she pulled out the gun and shot him twice.

Condon emptied his gun at her, “hitting her multiple times in her abdomen, leg, arm and chest.”  She fell to the floor, and lay there for 10 hours until her son came into the room and gave her a phone to call 911.

Condon made it to the kitchen before he fell, as dead as O.J. Simpson.  (Who, I may not have mentioned, is not kin to me.)

There are several surprising parts to this story, including the fact that after being handcuffed, an 85-year-old woman could drag her chair into another room to get her gun, and also that she was shot multiple times, but survived. 

Granny’s got a little something I like to call “grit!”

But the most shocking part is her choice of firearm.  No little old-West-style derringer or dainty .22 for Miss Christine.  She’s got a .357 magnum!

Sure, that’s not a .44.  (Which, if I remember my Clint Eastwood films correctly – and I think that I do – is “the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off.”)

But it’s not nothin’.  And in this case, it has proved the truth of yet another hoary cliché – and one only slightly less well known than “Martin Simpson is no relation to O.J. Simpson” – “That iron get ya mind right!”

It certainly did so for the late and unlamented Derek Condon.  If he had survived, I’d tell him that he should be extra ashamed of himself for trying to victimize an old lady. Since he didn’t, I’ll just say RII (rest in ignominy). 

The only downside of the story is that if Idaho has the same kind of voter integrity safeguards in place as those in Chicago, NYC or Philly, he’ll be casting several votes for Biden in November.

Speaking of which, at 85, Granny Christine is 4 years OLDER than Joe Biden.  Does anybody in Christendom believe that in the same situation, Joey Gaffes would have been able to do anything she did in this story? 

He wouldn’t have been able to drag his own carcass into another room, let alone dragging a chair along with him.  And if he had somehow made it into the bedroom, he would have forgotten what he went in there for.  

And if, against all odds, he’d been able to find and hold the 357 up, the recoil from the first shot would have sent him tumbling backwards and probably broken multiple ribs, both arms and a hip.   

Changing topics, I’d like to introduce yet another new and hopefully recurring category in my columns:  Proof that God has a Sense of Humor.

The inaugural example comes from yesterday, when South Carolina Democrat Jim Clyburn appeared on a panel discussion on MSNBC (where Democracy Dies in a Smothering Fog of Imbecility™).  He was there to push the economic dumpster fire that is… Bidenomics!

He started by admitting that people are concerned with high inflation, but then tried to pivot.  “But what we’ve got to get them to see is that inflation today is about 40 percent of what it was when Joe Biden took office.  And so the inflation rates are down…”  Followed by another two minutes on the theme of “don’t believe your lyin’ eyes!”

I should note that he appeared on screen shot from the mid-chest up, so I could not say for certain that his pants ignited during the interview.  But if I had to guess…

So, Clyburn insists that inflation is dropping like a rock, and all will be well.  Because: Bidenomics!

And then, Mika cuts directly to breaking news: “The Consumer Price Index increased at a faster than unexpected pace last month, a signal that inflation remains stubbornly high.” 

She threw to Andrew Sorkin, who looked like someone had just urinated in his kale smoothie as he had to explain that, “We’ve been on this broadcast for months now about how the trendline was in Biden’s favor.  Today I imagine they’re throwing a party in Mar-a-Lago.”  

The entire segment was just more proof of what I’ve always said: God hates Jim Clyburn. 

Okay, I’ve never said that.  And – full disclosure – I can’t actually claim to know the mind of God.  But ever since Clyburn saved Biden’s campaign for the nomination in 2020 and foisted his horrific presidency on our beleaguered nation, I would guess that God is likely carrying a grudge. 

Anyway, for one rare moment, it was fun to watch MSNBC.  We’re all used to watching leftists’ promises and predictions proven to be laughably wrong (unexpectedly!), but we rarely get a chance to see them implode instantaneously, on live tv.

Coincidentally, when Mika cut back to the studio, Jim Clyburn was nowhere to be seen.  Rumors that he was rushed to the burn unit of a nearby hospital for treatment of “the results of a first-degree, trouser-related combustion incident” have not been confirmed.

Okay, there are more stories to get to, but I’ve only got room for one more, and I couldn’t let this one slide by without comment.  Even though I’m sure most of you have heard all about it.

I’m talking about congress-dunce Sheila Jackson Lee (of guess which party), formerly of the Science Committee, and the Space and Aeronautics Subcommittee, speaking to a bunch of school kids on the occasion of the eclipse.

Some of you have called me a hilarious genius, and I’ve been known to take creative flights of fancy when writing about loony lefties. 

But even if I had ingested the same mushrooms that guitar genius Billy Strings took before he tore through his epic “Dust in a Baggie” in that cell phone video in somebody’s rec room (if you haven’t seen that yet, c’mon man!), I could not have come up with the following quote, which I swear to you is directly from Lee’s mouth:

“[Unintelligible] provide unique light and energy so that you have the energy of the moon at night, and sometimes you’ve heard the word ‘full moon,’ sometimes you need to take the opportunity just to come out and see a full moon is that complete rounded circle, which is made up mostly of gasses.”

“And that’s why the question is why or how could we as humans could live on the moon. Are the gasses such that we could do that? The sun is a mighty powerful heat, and it’s almost impossible to go near the sun. The moon is more manageable.”

Un-freaking-quote.  And yes, she had us all at “unintelligible.”

As I mentioned in a previous column, my youngest daughter is near completion of two undergrad degrees, in planetary science and astrophysics, with an additional minor in regular old physics.  This summer she’ll be doing a 10-week undergrad research internship in astrophysics at UC Boulder, and will hopefully return there next year to start a PhD.   

(And not to brag, but I once did quite well in Algebra II.)

So I called her to fact-check Sheila Jackson Lee. 

I asked her if it is true that “the moon is made up mostly of gasses.”  The line was quiet, but just in case the call hadn’t dropped, I followed up by asking her if “the sun is a mighty powerful heat,” so much so that “it’s almost impossible to go near” it?

She hung up on me, but I swear I could hear her face palm all the way from her dorm on the space coast to my home library at Stately Simpson Manor.

To recap what we’ve learned here today:

Don’t get in a gunfight with a 357-magnum-packing octogenarian.

God hates Jim Clyburn.

Our elected leaders are morons.

And my amazing daughters – much like myself – have no genealogical connection to O.J. Simpson whatsoever. 

Hamas delenda est!

Biden Makes 2 Unforced Errors – an Ill-Timed Cash Grab, and Getting Trans-y on Easter (posted 4/1/24)

I hope you all had a good Easter weekend, or Paraphilia Day, or whatever.  I certainly hope that you had a better weekend than Joey Gaffes did, since his was marked by two major unforced errors. 

The first one – going to a glitzy fund raiser at the same time as the memorial service for murdered NY cop Jonathan Diller – wasn’t initially his fault.  The fundraiser had been previously scheduled, and it was bad timing. 

On the other hand, one might note that maybe if Biden’s party hadn’t been pushing the kind of soft-on-crime policies that enabled Diller’s murderers to be out on the street instead of doing life in prison in the first place, Diller would still be alive, and Joey’s cash grab could have taken place without such ugly visuals.

Regardless, once Biden realized that his fundraiser was going to coincide with Diller’s service, and that Trump was going to attend (and be welcomed at) that service, a reasonably competent politician would have at least tried to avoid the disastrous optics.  Maybe he could meet with Diller’s family privately to express condolences, or bump his fundraiser back a day?

If nothing else, he could have put out a press release saying that under these tragic circumstances, he wouldn’t be attending the fundraiser.  It still would have brought in the big bucks, for two reasons: 1. Anybody contributing to the late Joe Biden at this point is ineducable, and would donate anyway.  2. Nobody was there to see Biden.

I mean, other than people who had laid bets in Vegas in the ongoing “when is Biden going to die” prop bet, and had their money on “during a creepy fundraiser on March 29th.”  (For the record, I’ve already lost my $100, because my over/under on that one was “halfway through the SOTU.”)

(And by then, he’d already been dead for several years, so I don’t know what I was thinking.)

Biden’s second unforced error was deciding to declare Easter Sunday as the “Day of Trans Visibility.”  Man, that decision is all kinds of wrong!

As a Protestant, I used to tease my Catholic friends about how many saint’s days they had in their calendar.  (“You weren’t in school yesterday.  Don’t tell me: it was St. Horace’s Day, right?  Wasn’t he the patron saint of cobblers?  Or was it shoelace makers?”) 

But in general, Christians only have two big holidays, plus a few associated minor ones (Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, a handful of church services during Lent).  Altogether there are barely enough Christian holidays to fill up a week, and non-Christians are not expected to even notice – let alone approve of – more than the big two.

But LGBTQ zealots are going nuts, with something like 145 recognized “holidays,” not to mention three entire months devoted to pride, LGBT history and trans awareness. 

And if the weirdest oddball in your office interrupts a staff meeting to ask what kind of events the company is planning to hold to commemorate “Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week” (February 19-25th, so mark your calendars for next year), you can’t even do a spit-take with your coffee without being shunned as a bigot. 

An anonymous commenter summed it up best: “40% of the year to recognize 1% of the population?”

Which points out the political idiocy of Biden’s Easter debacle.  Yes, church attendance and the number of people who claim to be Christians has been on the decline.  (At the same time, society seems to be mysteriously decaying on just about every moral and ethical issue in sight.  UNEXPECTEDLY!)  But people who are at least nominally Christian still make up a majority of the country.

On the other side, a very tiny number of deranged activists have been revealing themselves as raving Christophobes in ways that repulse normal people, whether Christians or not.  Morons disrupt Easter services at St. Patrick’s in NYC, unfurling a banner and shouting nonsense.  A Cadbury chocolate store in England advertises “gesture eggs.”  (I’m not making that up.)

How does that political calculus work?  “Let’s go out of our way to intentionally offend tens of millions of Christians, and in a rude, obnoxious way that will offend tens of millions more who don’t like offensive jackasses, just as a general rule.  And by doing so, we’ll lock up the sought-after ‘blue-haired narcissistic malcontents’ vote!”

It really must be tough to be in a political party whose most zealous members are rabidly hostile to Judaism and Christianity.  The smart tack would be to just acknowledge Yom Kippur, Rosh Hashanah, Christmas and Easter with a half-hearted, banal public statement (like the Biden WH did on Sunday), and then move on.

But the hard left can’t abide that. They’ve got to go out of their way to highlight their contempt.  Like when the White House has an E***er egg roll, but feels compelled to warn kids that there better not be any “religious symbols” or “overtly religious themes” on their East** eggs. 

Got it?  We can’t “ban” gay porn from our middle school libraries, but you should expect an assault team from the DOJ to fast-rope down to your front lawn and arrest your parents if they try to sneak some “religious overtones” into a holiday that exists to celebrate the resurrection of Christ!

Bah!

Bah, I say!

By the way, no one has asked me my thoughts about transgenderism, and I have no special expertise on that topic.  But the same could be said of every MSM talking head, national Democrat politician, and cast member on the View, and they’re always yammering on about it.  So why shouldn’t I?

Especially since I’ve got what many have called a crystal brain (hat tip to Adam Carolla), and an uncanny ability to be right about stuff.  So here goes:

I think that people who say they are trans fall into one of 4 groups:

1.People who truly have the mental illness of gender dysmorphia, which is similar to other conditions such as anorexia, in that in both cases, the sufferer believes the reality of his/her body to be different than it actually is.

2.Those – mostly adolescent females – caught up in a social contagion.

3.Men who have the sexual fetish of autogynophilia, which is being aroused by the thought of oneself as a female.

4.Creepy grifters who do so for personal gain: in the form of winning sporting events against women, getting prurient access to female bathrooms or showers, or getting into female prisons when they should be in male prisons, getting “misgendered” the old-fashioned way.

I really do feel empathy for those in the first two categories, and think our society should give them all the therapeutic and social support they need to get well, and successfully deal with their hardships. (But we obviously shouldn’t humor them, any more than you’d agree with some poor soul dying of anorexia, and tell her that she’s horribly fat!)

Those in category 3 should probably also get therapy – if they recognize their sickness and want to get well – or else swift opposition by police, and anyone else who learns of their predilection.

Those in category 4 need to be opposed, thwarted, shamed and punished.      

Okay, this column is getting long, so I’ll make this another three-column week, and post a shorter one on Wednesday. 

But I can’t leave without pointing out the evil criminal story that precipitated Biden’s first gaffe of the weekend.  Because the two scumbags who murdered Jonathan Diller are veritable poster boys for the national Dems’ horrific pro-criminal legal stance.

The shooter was career criminal Guy Rivera (with 21 prior arrests), and his sociopath driver was Lindy Jones (14 prior arrests), who was illegally carrying two guns in the car with him.  Diller’s partner managed to shoot Rivera, but he survived.  Tragically.

The Dems vigorously opposed “three strikes” laws for repeat offenders, but you’d think that by this late date, even they could tolerate a “10 strikes” law, which would have prevented at least this horrendous crime. 

For me, the creepiest detail in this whole, tragic story was that Rivera was found to have a shiv in his rectum when he was arrested.  Which could only mean two things: 1. He’s more sexually twisted than Hunter Biden.  Or 2. He knows how evil he is, and was thus planning to be sent back to prison at any minute, and wanted to go in armed.

That really gross fact has made me question my own – usually brilliant – plans to improve our country.  Because coming in at #12 on my personal List of Executive Orders which I would sign immediately after becoming president is, “The first part of the punishment for any cop killer – before ‘execution after a 30-day appeals process’ – is to have a shiv stuck up his rectum.” 

Now that I know that some of those freaks are already doing that to themselves – and (shudder) possibly enjoying it – I’ve got to amend my Executive Order List.

Thanks, Brandon!

Hamas delenda est!