First note: I am going to have an announcement about the possible return of some version of the Cautious Optimism site soon, so stay tuned.
Second note: I drafted most of this column Wednesday morning, before the ICE agent in Minneapolis fired on the woman who interfered with an ICE raid and hit him with her car, in the aftermath of which Tim Walz added a new, pathetic chapter to the story of his terrible behavior during his entire political career.
I’m filing this column under one of my recurring categories: We Don’t Hate the Media Enough.
Consider this: the Somalian fraudsters in Minnesota haven’t come up with any new scams that we know of over the last couple of years. They’ve just continued doing the industrial-scale fraud that they’ve been doing for the last couple of decades, since they gave up ocean-going piracy for land-based piracy.
And Tim Walz isn’t any more implicated in the utter incompetence and negligence – or more likely, blatant corruption, with all of the billion$ of fraudulent taxpayer ripoffs – than he was 18 months ago, or 16 months ago, or 13 months ago.
But 18 months ago he became Que Mala’s nominee to be one heartbeat away from the presidency. And 16 months ago he was campaigning hard for that office. And 13 months ago he was on the presidential election ballot in all 50 states, and ended up getting the votes of tens of millions of Americans. (Addled, unwise Americans, sure. But still. Americans.)
And for all of that time, the nationwide legacy media and journalists – the vaunted Fourth Estate; the guardians of our liberty; the crucial and necessary speakers of capital “T” Truth to capital “P” Power; the beneficiaries (along with all of us) of the cherished first amendment to our Constitution – did not write or speak one word about the tsunami of fraud that surrounded and enveloped Tim Walz, from his twinkle toes to the fingertips of his jazz hands.
And then one 20-something kid with a Mr. Microphone and a $100 video camera from Best Buy spent one afternoon walking around and showing Somalian fraud-atoria in grimy buildings with misspelled signs, and asking dead-eyed scammers where the kids were, and getting only a series of clicks and whistles, followed by, “No habla ingles. You go now!”
And before he could say, “That’s Spanish, not Somalian,” the doors to the fraud parlors were shut in his face.
And that kid, with his budget of 12 dollars and a bus pass, did what our finest J-school grads and the billion-dollar institutions propping them up could not and would not do: he told the truth about the corrupt leftist machine running Minnesota, and by implication, the truth about Tim Walz.
“But maybe the MSM just focused on more important stories, in their rigorous vetting of Walz?” you’re not asking, because you’re not as dumb as Jasmine Crockett.
Because: nope.
Do you remember what the MSM told us about him, and his background? He was a regular guy, a man’s man who coached football, and hunted, and bravely served our country in the National Guard, where he gained valuable combat experience.
Except… when he tried to do a photo-op in his new hunting vest and Elmer Fudd hat, he struggled with his shotgun like AOC struggled with the SAT. He looked like he had never even seen a shotgun before, let alone fired one.
And when he talked about football, he sounded like…I don’t know, Pete Buttigieg talking about football. (Remember when Walz mentioned “calling a pick-six?”)
And as a regular guy raised correctly in the Midwest, I can tell you that none of my regular guy friends ever flounced around like…how can I put this delicately?… an over-eager, leotard-wearing cast member in a huge Bob Fosse dance number.
And his time in the National Guard – where he did serve, and God bless him for it – did NOT involve any front-line combat. Or even rear-echelon proximity to combat. Or even being within the penumbras or emanations of the nearest theatre of war wherein combat might conceivably have broken out.
In fact, after decades in the Guard, when it actually came time for the unit he was supposed to lead to go into combat, Terrible Timmy immediately retired from the Guard, leaving his troops to be led by someone else.
But of course, we learned none of this from the legacy media, because they did everything they could to portray him as the exact opposite of what he really was, and is. And the only possible defense they have is that by August of 2024 they were absolutely exhausted.
After all, they’d spent years covering for Joe Biden: ignoring his corruption; hiding his son’s status as a crack aficionado and bagman who funneled Chicom and Ukrainian oligarch cash to the Big Guy; pretending “Dr.” Jill was a doctor, and 9% inflation was hunky dory, and that all of us regularly trip over sandbags and fall up staircases and poop on the Pope.
Then they had to turn on a dime and start pretending that Que Mala was erudite, and smart, and competent. And that was no easy task.
Then she drops Tampon Tim in their laps, and gives them their marching orders: Take this lunatic weirdo and make him look like a normal, Midwestern dude’s dude, so we don’t get completely wiped out among male voters.
The rest was history, and the corrupt, soulless, existentially dishonest MSM came dangerously close to lying Jazz Hands and the Cackler into the White House only 14 months ago.
For that, we can never hate them enough.
And so, I suggest that we say to Tim Walz, and the armies of over-paid, moral homunculi in the mainstream media – in the words of thousands of Somali scammers who have now gone to ground all over the Mogadishu-St. Paul area…
“You go now!”
Hamas (and Trantifa) delenda est!
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