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Wednesday, November 25, 2020

2035

 

The young man set the AR-15 on the bench with a smirk. Every round had “pinged” the target down range as the bump-stock helped to quickly empty the 30 round MAGAzine. Gramps had always treasured this gun and since it had been given to him as a gift, he too treasured it. As he glanced down at it, each little telltale sign of use never betrayed how well it worked and had been maintained. Even the laser engraved MAGA on the side was still very legible.

The year was 2035. The young man had recently turned 16. The AR was the best gift he ever received, other than in the backseat of his car with Sydney but that’s another story.

 In the distance there were reports from more shooters enjoying the beautiful blue November sky. There was a slight chill in the air, it was calm and peaceful. The American flag hung proudly on the pole. The worn Trump flag hung below it.

He took off his earmuffs and turned to see the smile on his Grandfather’s face and then glanced down at the .45 that always sat on his hip.

Gramps was greying and looking older but strong and fit for a man in his mid 70s. The old man smiled at him and clapped him on the shoulder. “The ol’ girl still shoots as sweet as ever, huh?” Don looked at him for a quick moment, smiled and gave him a hug. For a moment Gramps had dust in his eyes which he didn’t hide.

Don gave him a punch to the shoulder, forgetting the bullet wound. Gramps winced and punched him back. They laughed.

“Tell me the story again Gramps!”

“Come on, you’ve heard it a hundred times! Plus your Grandmother is gonna be on my ass if we don’t get back in time for you to carve the turkey. We are having more than 10 people AGAIN this year!” They laughed again. Gramps always said that same thing every Thanksgiving for as long as the boy could remember.

“Alright, one more time and that’s it. The short version.” They both envisioned Gramps nose growing like Pinocchio at that statement. Gramps loved to tell his story.

They gathered the gear and the old man stopped to look at the bottom of one of the shells. 45 Auto was stamped. 45, he smiled. Donald Trump 45th President.

As they walked the leaf lined trail back to the house he told the story. Don had heard it many times but it never got old.

The four years of leading up to 2020.

How it seemed that Trump was alone but kept fighting.

How the left, which is now a shadow of itself fought him every way they could.

The names of Clinton and Soros and Biden and Harris of Mueller and Acosta and Facebook and Twitter of Epstein and Ginsberg and..

Gramps always “sang” that like Santa calling his reindeer. Although Gramps listed way more “reindeer.”

There were names like “occastional cortex” “pelousy” “cuck shumer” and some guy name “moose” that was a First lady and married to President “bathhouse barry”. Don knew their real names and crimes from school.

The story went on.

The left tried to crush the economy and Trump's popularity with the virus but the ground swell of the Trump Train, “Choo Choo!” Gramps said loudly, was amazing. There were huge rallies and car parades and boat parades.  You could feel the energy. Things were going well for most Americans leading into 2020.

Then.

There was the “kung flu”. The masks. The mandates. The Jawhorenalists, The Governors. “Flatten the curve”.

 The fraudulent election.

 The division of friend, family and country.

 The lawsuits.

The Supreme Court Battle.

Neither of them realizing they had stopped to sit on then bench by the trail.

 Gramps turned to Don with a serious look.

“They all paid for that.” He said quietly. “We, The People, Won.”

 “Even though It didn’t end there, we ended it.”

“They didn’t accept what was obvious to normal everyday people.”

 At this point Don spoke. “ Even in history class they teach a whole semester of the pervasive corruption, collusion and the fraud of that election. The class even teaches about the lies of so many of the so called leaders during 2020.” he paused, “How could people not see it?”

Gramps shrugged, “They watched what once was the Lame Stream Media, the fifth column." he paused "or, maybe it was something in the soy?”  They both laughed and laughed.

The story continued, the riots, the burning of cities, the killing of each side's perceived enemies.

There were thousands of  heroes, unnamed,  that battled against the domestic enemies of the Constitution. "WE outnumbered THEM"

It was ugly. 

The arrests were happening almost daily. Media executives, Hollyweirdos ( as Gramps called them). Politicians on both sides of the supposed “aisle” that really wasn’t there. Martial Law. The trials and executions.

The executions.

That’s when, as Gramps said, “ Shit got real for them”

The mood changed more upbeat.

As 2021 went on things got better and by 2022 most had returned to normal life.

Sure there was the occasional issue but it was dealt with swiftly by authorities.

 

“Life is like a box of chocolates “ Gramps said, “You never know what you’re gonna get”

"By the way, remind me again how many kids are named Don in your school?"

"Too many, Gramps, too many."

They stood from the bench and headed up to the house.

Gram was standing sternly on the porch. Gramps was late again.

She was always stern with a twinkle in her eye.

Don ran up and gave her a hug.

She admonished Gramps. Then they hugged and kissed.

Gramps put his arm around her waist and they walked into the house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

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 h/t to W.A.

 

From The Inbox...

  

 Thanks to all of you that send in various tidbits from funny memes to the stuff the media won't show.

It's appreciated.  I don't get a chance to respond to each and every one but THANKS to all of you that send  along the things you do.  

Heading into this holiday weekend it's a bit hectic.

 Work is busy with end of month for the next two days then a four day break during which I have 

multiple projects around the bunker to work on.  Winter won't wait. 

Stay safe.











Monday, November 23, 2020

Where Are They and the Warming Cold Anger..

  

  Some things I'm noticing.

Preface:  Spending time surfing the various social media sites I am noticing that the percentage of cold-anger (go read that from 2015) manifesting itself into warming, if not hot anger, is increasing.

For the sake of playing along, there's 168 hours in a week. I work full-time and have a home and social life. I will spend time surfing outside of those commitments. Insomnia sometimes lets me add more hours of course.  Let's go with 10% of my time as an average. I have this blog as well as non-deplumes on the other platforms. Those are so I can lurk and troll libtards. Given that estimate and the gathering of FFF data, the percentage of time spent reading, sharing and watching information is, percentage wise, small compared to others that do this for a living.  

So, my point is, given my limited time I come across more and more of these types of posts:

Recently I posted THIS GUY<< 

Last night I posted  THIS ONE<<   

Tina,is on my twitter feed (careful she can make a drill sergeant wince)  



 

 


More salty language





There are hundreds and hundreds more and not just in the US






 

 

 People are frustrated and angry. I myself have pondered " Where are the good guys?" "Is our American Justice System so totally corrupt and infested that nothing will be done?" I would like to believe that things are happening behind the scenes and maybe, just maybe, we will see it all exposed.


Which leads me to this final link that I saw earlier this morning over at League of Outlaw Bloggers.

Is Q real? Are there good people working behind the scenes? Hope is a very powerful force. One thing I do know is Trump has given the people hope which has led to the prying open of pandoras box. What comes out of it will have to wait to be seen.

 




  



 God help us if this becomes true<<<






Ok, this is as captioned , Hysterical....at least at this early hour :)

 

Sunday, November 22, 2020

One Word... Powerful..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seems There Was a Complaint About That Mural Post..... Irish Offers An Olive Branch...

 

 


 The things I do to keep some of you happy..


"B.C. What Would You Like For Sunday Breakfast?"

 


 

"Maybe enjoy a smorgasbord?"

 

 

Holy Shit... That's The Shortest Recession I've Never Lived Through... plus archival fun

 

 Looks like the Babylon Bee bought out the NYT.

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How can someone write that shit with a straight face? 

Here at the bunker, it's early, the coffee is hot, let's see how many other times the esteemed Nobel Prize winner was, shall we say, mistaken.



 

 Here's a couple of his op-eds from 2016:

 

11-7-16 How to Rig an Election

It’s almost over. Will we heave a sigh of relief, or shriek in horror? Nobody knows for sure, although early indications clearly lean Clinton. Whatever happens, however, let’s be clear: this was, in fact, a rigged election.

The election was rigged by state governments that did all they could to prevent nonwhite Americans from voting: The spirit of Jim Crow is very much alive — or maybe translate that to Diego Cuervo, now that Latinos have joined African-Americans as targets. Voter ID laws, rationalized by demonstrably fake concerns about election fraud, were used to disenfranchise thousands; others were discouraged by a systematic effort to make voting hard, by closing polling places in areas with large minority populations.

The election was rigged by Russian intelligence, which was almost surely behind the hacking of Democratic emails, which WikiLeaks then released with great fanfare. Nothing truly scandalous emerged, but the Russians judged, correctly, that the news media would hype the revelation that major party figures are human beings, and that politicians engage in politics, as somehow damning.

The election was rigged by James Comey, the director of the F.B.I. His job is to police crime — but instead he used his position to spread innuendo and influence the election. Was he deliberately putting a thumb on the electoral scales, or was he simply bullied by Republican operatives? It doesn’t matter: He abused his office, shamefully.

The election was also rigged by people within the F.B.I. — people who clearly felt that under Mr. Comey they had a free hand to indulge their political preferences. In the final days of the campaign, pro-Trump agents have clearly been talking nonstop to Republicans like Rudy Giuliani and right-wing media, putting claims and allegations that may or may not have anything to do with reality into the air. The agency clearly needs a major housecleaning: Having an important part of our national security apparatus trying to subvert an election is deeply scary. Unfortunately, Mr. Comey is just the man not to do it.

The election was rigged by partisan media, especially Fox News, which trumpeted falsehoods, then retracted them, if at all, so quietly that almost nobody heard. For days Fox blared the supposed news that the F.B.I. was preparing an indictment of the Clinton Foundation. When it finally admitted that the story was false, Donald Trump’s campaign manager smugly remarked, “The damage is done to Hillary Clinton.”

The election was rigged by mainstream news organizations, many of which simply refused to report on policy issues, a refusal that clearly favored the candidate who lies about these issues all the time, and has no coherent proposals to offer. Take the nightly network news broadcasts: In 2016 all three combined devoted a total of 32 minutes to coverage of issues — all issues. Climate change, the most important issue we face, received no coverage at all.

The election was rigged by the media obsession with Hillary Clinton’s emails. She shouldn’t have used her own server, but there is no evidence at all that she did anything unethical, let alone illegal. The whole thing is orders of magnitude less important than multiple scandals involving her opponent — remember, Donald Trump never released his tax returns. Yet those networks that found only 32 minutes for all policy issues combined found 100 minutes to talk about Clinton emails.

 

  11-9-16 The Economic Fallout

It really does now look like President Donald J. Trump, and markets are plunging. When might we expect them to recover?

Frankly, I find it hard to care much, even though this is my specialty. The disaster for America and the world has so many aspects that the economic ramifications are way down my list of things to fear.

Still, I guess people want an answer: If the question is when markets will recover, a first-pass answer is never.

Under any circumstances, putting an irresponsible, ignorant man who takes his advice from all the wrong people in charge of the nation with the world’s most important economy would be very bad news. What makes it especially bad right now, however, is the fundamentally fragile state much of the world is still in, eight years after the great financial crisis.

It’s true that we’ve been adding jobs at a pretty good pace and are quite close to full employment. But we’ve been doing O.K. only thanks to extremely low interest rates. There’s nothing wrong with that per se. But what if something bad happens and the economy needs a boost? The Fed and its counterparts abroad basically have very little room for further rate cuts, and therefore very little ability to respond to adverse events.

Now comes the mother of all adverse effects — and what it brings with it is a regime that will be ignorant of economic policy and hostile to any effort to make it work. Effective fiscal support for the Fed? Not a chance. In fact, you can bet that the Fed will lose its independence, and be bullied by cranks.

So we are very probably looking at a global recession, with no end in sight. I suppose we could get lucky somehow. But on economics, as on everything else, a terrible thing has just happened.