Imbecilic @CoryBooker just asked the mother of two black children if she condemns white supremacy just so he could gaslight about Trump. Gross.
pic.twitter.com/lESnnvla1i— Rita Panahi (@RitaPanahi) October 13, 2020
Thought for the Day
- Donald R. McClarey
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
Our moral betters in action, ladies and gentlemen, reminding us all why Trump is unfit for office.
Apologies to Mark Twain. Suppose you were an imbecile. And, suppose you were a liberal. But, I repeat myself. Dem voters are even more stupider. Every thing they believe is a fairy-tale, a hoax or a nightmare.
I’ve come to the conclusion there are only two rational responses, (if you must respond) to anything a liberal vomits: “That’s total bull $hit,” and “You’re an a$$hole.”
So, I don’t discuss politics, morals, or culture with friends and relatives.
Have a look at the crime statistics in re Newark during his tenure as Mayor. He’s always been nothing but hype. At least the reified resume who sat in the mayor’s chair in South Bend had some pleasant brick work put down.
He’s been protected by the New Jersey media. During his early runs for public office, he listed two employers. It’s a reasonable wager one was fictional and his employment with the other (in New York) was brief. Some years ago, an alternative media organ in New Jersey interviewed people living on the block of the building he’d listed as his residence. They tell him the Mayor’s never there, that there isn’t any furniture on the lower floor of the house in question, and that the only sign of habitation is a mess of plainclothes security personnel who loiter there during the day. Presumably, the regular papers in New Jersey know where his actual residence has been all these years; since they’re extensions of the Democratic Party, they don’t actually report where it is. Either that, or they assiduously avoided investigating the matter. (It’s a reasonable wager a private dick could have found it with two days work).
Supposedly, his mistress has ‘moved in’ with him, which, one might infer, means he’s holed up in her apartment in New York. (Not sure where she lives. Supposedly she grew up in the East Village in Manhattan). The mistress is explicitly AC-DC. I rather like her better than Pete Buttigieg’s side-piece. Innersting how the marketing strategy of these two men differs.