This what Al Franken, the jerk comedian and moron of the Senate, will be remembered for—humiliating a sleeping women by groping her breasts.
“These voters are Democrats by birth, a tradition carried on from New Deal-Democrat paternity who fundamentally started breaking with their party when they began cutting them loose after flirting with their support during the 2006 midterm elections. It’s been a decade since they offered voters moderate Democratic candidates.
“Since then white, traditional-values, working-class, predominantly male voters have been severed from their party so they could build an urban- and cosmopolitan-centered coalition of minorities, elites and women.”
Which is why the Democrat party today is a smoldering hulk of finger-pointing bitterness: The Media wasn’t loyal enough. The FBI was fascist. Racism. Got to be Racism. Sexism. That’s the ticket. Hahahaha. Losers.
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The old cry of the black plague cities will have a whole new meaning as the presidential election nears. The ruling class’s Democrat enforcers can’t help themselves. This is how they’ve always won elections.
To paraphrase someone I can’t recall offhand: My mother never voted for a Democrat until after she died.
Not our normal plus-sized model, but a tribute to a beautiful young Colombian model who was beaten to death and dumped naked on a Mexico City street last month. Life can be so pitiless.
Biased against Trump and proud as punch of it. ‘Cause they and their pals in the ruling class know the truth, you see, and the rest of us great unwashed had best take their word for it and like it.
Instapundit: “Yep. Every four years the GOP nominee is literally Hitler, only to be resurrected as one of the ‘good Republicans’ later in contrast to the new guy who’s literally Hitler.”
Or not, as their declining fortunes (steadily losing subscribers, viewers and advertisers) ought to show them. But they’re slow learners. Obviously. Or else they paid way too close attention to the so-called scholars who learned ’em.
As the decaying corpse of their dwindling profession slowly rots.
Two months in the making, it’s official now. Mr. B. and I believe it’s important to work through our sorrow by honoring his mother in ways that help others. And the scholarship is a reminder that she also needed financial assistance to finish college. We plan to add to the endowment over the next few years to make the scholarship even more valuable to its recipients. They will be journalism undergraduates chosen by the university based on their need and merit.
His death really isn’t a surprise. His head injuries from boxing could have done him in years ago. But septic shock from a respiratory ailment (according to the ever-fallible snooze media) seems indicative of something besides the usual truth that hospitals are pretty dangerous places.
In the face of the usual storm of encomiums for a celebrity, let me add my iconoclastic two cents. He was a good boxer with a big mouth and a talent for self-promotion. I really did like watching him fight and laughing at his antics. He got the shit beat out of him occasionally and that was sad.
And his head injuries limited him ever after. But then I remember he dodged the draft without consequences. Not that many others didn’t as well. I didn’t like that either. But it didn’t endear him to me. The Muslim conversion was pretty stupid, about what you’d expect from a not-very-well educated American black. And the anti-Semitism that has flowed from it is what you get from Muslims.
His was complicated by having a Jewish grandson.
Adios, Cassius Clay/Muhammad Ali. Enjoy perfect health in the hereafter where you will undoubtedly learn, if you pay attention, that Mighty Mo was a fraud all along. And, no, you don’t get any virgins or raisins.