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Remember when Steve Scalise was shot and almost killed? You might not, because the mainstream media dropped the story like a hot rock once it became clear that his attempted murderer was a Bernie Bro named James T. Hodgkinson. They couldn't blame right-wingers or the NRA or any of the other usual villains, so they just let the story fade away. Politicians who survive assassination attempts are only important if they're Democrats.
I'm not a fan of the sports, but I know a lot of people are. They like the base-ball and the basket-ball and the foot-ball and whatnot. It all seems like a lot of foofaraw to me, but it's not hurting anybody. Well, except for the players who suffer horrific, debilitating injuries for the pleasure of the crowd. But for everyone else, it's just a harmless diversion. That's why I have no problem following the advice of Delanie Walker of the Titans of Tennessee.
An obsession with identity politics is tearing apart the Democratic Party, if it hasn't been destroyed already. But the Dems can't stop. They can't help themselves. They keep insisting that you need to vote based on the least interesting thing about you: your race. Or, if that doesn't work, your gender. Or your sexual preferences, or which of the dozens of new genders you've decided you've always been, or whatever. You're not a person to the Democrats. You're not an individual. You're just part of a voting bloc, indistinguishable from everybody else who superficially resembles you.
Social media is a great way to connect with old friends, learn about all sorts of people across the globe, and completely ruin your career in an instant. That's what a young West Point graduate named Spenser Rapone is learning right now.
Twitter just announced that it's rolling out a new 280-character limit, doubling the current limit. I'm not sure about this move, because:
Hey, I'm not the one saying it. I'm just passing it along.
You gotta hand it to our moral, ethical, and intellectual betters in the press. They couldn't drag Grandma over the finish line on Election Day, but they can keep dragging her into their studios to whine about the guy who defeated her.
I don't know if you've heard, but the other day Donald Trump tweeted something, and then a bunch of pro football players decided to kneel during the National Anthem, and now it's this whole big thing. Suddenly, bending the knee isn't a sign of deference to those in power, but rather a sign of disobedience. If you're not exactly sure how that's supposed to work, or if you don't think those players should be doing that, it doesn't matter. If you think we've got bigger problems in America right now than a bunch of wealthy athletes feuding with the guy who beat Grandma, your opinion is irrelevant. A lot of people feel very strongly about it, so that means you're wrong. And you're probably a racist. Here's why:
It's pretty annoying that the traitor and genetic male Bradley Manning got an early release from prison for telling everybody he was really a girl, and it's even more annoying that he's been embraced as a martyr by the mainstream media. But even more annoying than that is his use of emojis.
Last week, everybody finally noticed that Valerie Plame has spent years saying nutty stuff about the Jews. But did you know that she didn't really mean it? That's what she's saying now. And what reason does she have to lie?
First he took down his pants. Then he took down Hillary Clinton. Today we find out how much time Anthony Weiner will spend in jail for messing around with a little girl.
I don't like the N-word, or the phrase "the N-word" (see Louis CK), but I'm also not going to be like Piers Morgan and play the game of "They Can Say It, So Why Can't We?" Personally, I never use the word except when I'm performing with Bring the Yellow Tape, my NWA cover band. And even then, I do the "air quotes" thing every single time.
It happened last May, and it just happened again.
I forget who first said "The enemy of my enemy is my friend" (if you care, Google it), but it's a pretty dumb way to live. What if the enemy of your enemy was Charles Manson, or the Unabomber, or Justin Bieber? Would that make you guys friends? Would you suddenly become pals?
As we learn more about what Anthony Weiner did to that 16-year-old girl, and as he thinks up funny lines to try on the prison yard to get out of his "beat-in," I thought it would be worthwhile to look back at the early days of his entirely self-inflicted downfall.
I can't stand anti-Semitism, which is just one of the many reasons I'm not on board the Alt-Right White Nationalist Pepe Train to Kekistan. I want nothing to do with those idiots. They can take their #RedPill and shove it where the Sonne scheint nicht.
I've never been able to watch Lawrence O'Donnell for more than a couple of minutes at a time, because he always looks like he's about to burst into a rage. He covers his simmering fury with a snide, faux-calm monotone purr, but I've always assumed that when the little red light on top of the TV camera goes off, so does he. His poor staffers...
As you might recall, when Chick-fil-A came to New York City, Mayor Bill de Blasio called for a boycott because he doesn't believe in religious freedom. In response, New Yorkers voted with their bellies and wallets. Like everything else de Blasio does, the boycott was a bad idea that went nowhere.