“What I am is an American patriot appalled at what has become of my country,” writes PJMedia exec Roger L. Simon in The Epoch Times. “And a great part of the problem—in its very essence—are people like [former AG] Barr and [ABC News’] Karl and the dance they do together [in The Atlantic]…a kind of preservation/elevation ritual for the Deep State and all who profit from it…
“Now [Barr] and Karl are collaborating to bury Donald Trump—or trying to.”
Still waiting for that Durham report/indictments Barr ordered up? Probably, as Simon says, for 2060. Wait on, suckers.
Via The Epoch Times
Slippery Joe’s stumble (three of them) on the steep stairs to Air Force One is a depth-perception problem of his dementia, not the wind as his idiot press secretary claimed. Of course she couldn’t mention his dementia, which will eventually hinder his teleprompter reading for speeches, too.
Interestingly, his stair-climbing problems may lead to a gentler, two- or three-level climb for future presidents. Trump used to say that he admired the way the youthful Bronco ran up and down the stairs, which Trump couldn’t do. We can suppose Harris will try to if she has to replace Pedo Joe before his term ends. Otherwise, the problem will be fixed somehow. Otherwise the stumblebum will keep it up.
One of my favorite podcast hosts is Brian Smith of Grief2Growth and today he said something so generous I have to share it. He said about half the country is grieving the inauguration of Bozo Biden. Well he didn’t actually say the name of the inaugurated. That was from me. But at least 75 million and more feel cheated. Hence our grief.
Brian wove his sentiment into a discussion of grieving, which is of course his subject matter, mostly involving the death of our beloved, which in my case was my wife of 25 years, which is why I listen to Brian and his interviews about the Afterlife. Five years after Debra’s passing, I still get occasional waves of it. They aren’t overwhelming any more. But I have never fought them and with Brian’s continued help I never will. Grief is and will be my companion, until I see her again.