Feds to enforce Mooch’s school lunch rules

This is for public schools, adding to our tax burden. Private schools, like the one her daughters attend—where the carrot sticks and celery are ignored in favor of French fries and pastries—will be exempt.

As usual, federal rules are for the little people, not the elite. Haven’t noticed Her Imperial Moochness’s personal corpulence slimming down, either. Must not be following her own rules. What a surprise.

The Climate Schuck in Brief

With time, the description has become more accurate:

1. Global Cooling

2. Global Warming

3. Climate Change

4. Give Us the Damned Money

Meanwhile, in the blue states, the reigning Democrats are going to pretend their constituents really don’t need cheap electricity or gasoline. Oh, yeah, that’ll fix the economy. Dammit. More economic refugees fleeing to Texas!

Range Day April 3

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Mr. B. has lost interest in shooting but I’m still working on my aim, so it’s off to Liberty Hill on Sunday for the Jewish Rifle & Pistol Club’s April meet at Best of The West outdoor range.

UPDATE:  It was fun, as always. Adam’s walking everyone through a tactical advance-while-shooting-routine was instructive. (Although I’d still rather be concealed or prone on the ground, infantry-style.) Only the staple guns (to affix the targets) ran out of ammo. 😉 See y’all again in June.

When leftists fight

Southwestern U., a private little liberal arts college up the road from the rancho, is having a dispute only leftists could dream up. They’ve canceled this year’s annual performance of the Vagina Monologues.

Not because it’s an old, boring POS but because its author is white (and probably also because she’s Jewish. Israel and BDS, you know) how ever could colored, er, people of, enjoy themselves knowing a non-diverse, i.e. white, person wrote the annual play? Jeepers.

The flaw in their argument, of course, is that when only colored, er, people of, are writing all the plays and running everything else, they’ll have only themselves to blame. That will be tre amusing.

Via Simon Thomas Gentle, aka Simply Jews, aka Snoopy-the-Goon.

Our Ted’s problems

Five of them, according to the National Enquirer (enquiring minds want to know). Not the best source but their headlines sure grab the attention.

Seen in the checkout line at HEB: Cruz’s Five Secret Mistresses. And, uh, a reference to “Pervy Ted.” Over a closet tryst. In a closet, that is.

Trump, naturally, is making the most of it. Bad enough our Ted is getting whipped by a New Yorker. But this? Boy, I bet Heidi has a lot of questions.

Obama Jama

Jama is the popular Cuban word for food, something Cubans are chronically short of at the moment. So many of them hope our Little Barry Hussein will make it easier for them to get it.

“People want Saint Obama to work miracles. They have placed candles on his altar and said a prayer that he will bring them the prosperity promised by others for more than half a century. For many families, the most anticipated marvel is summarized in it being easier to get a plate a food, a desire expressed in the street with every possible rhyme that joins Obama’s name and the popular word for food: jama.”

Good luck with that, folks, all he and his party have brought us is higher taxes, more regulations on business and consumers and, uh, higher food prices.

Via Yoani Sanchez.

President Hussein puts on the moves

37960-Obama tango for cube

Via The People’s Cube.