Thoughts from the ammo line

Ammo Grrrll claims to be DOG-PADDLING IN THE SLOUGH OF DESPOND, but there is life in the old grrrll yet. She writes:

I have not watched a minute of the Olympics. Oh, I have nothing against most of the premier athletes – at least the ones who don’t kneel for the Anthem. I wish them well and hope the U.S. clobbers everybody else on medals. And it’s not even because of the horrific, insulting, depraved, and just plain boring Opening Ceremony.

No, I lost interest because I could not abide the thought of taxpayers funding the spouse-free attendance of Frau Doktor Jill Biden. Is she even still officially the First Lady, or is Acting First Dude Doug Emhoff in charge now? Who can tell? Now that the Senility Secret is out of the cellophane bag, Jill may be scouting new international babysitting opportunities. At least the scrawny, weird supermodel Hamas supporter spawn of Mr. Emhoff probably won’t procreate, so we needn’t worry about the safety of any future nannies.

What do you imagine it cost for Jill’s flight, her hotel, her five-star meals at the finest Parisian eateries? Not even to mention her many Secret Service guardians, staff members, and THEIR hotels and meals? And how many modest homes for the homeless would that have funded? (Well, okay, ONE in California, but I mean in America.)

I was also pretty upset that the racist thugs in the WNBA would not allow Caitlin Clark to be a part of the team. I consider her to be the Jackie Robinson of the WNBA. The Tedious Racial Grievance Crowd is always squawking that in order to vote for, root for, or even admire somebody, that person must “look like me.” In point of fact, the Jews of Brooklyn were every bit as rabid supporters of the great Mr. Robinson as were the African-Americans. Also, Jackie was a Registered Republican. Just sayin’.

Well, not a single woman in the WNBA “looks like me” and not only because I am around a foot and a half shorter and over half a century older. But at least Caitlin is my same color of pinkish-beige. I did not create this situation. I marched and rallied for several decades for a color-blind society. I bought my black foster son a very expensive brand of jeans that bore the logo “Love Sees No Color.” He would be beaten up if he wore them now. The Obama Era, Biden Era and Kamala Moment decreed that love sees ONLY color. Cowardly Hillary couldn’t even bring herself to say “All Lives Matter.” Back when a smidgen of courage DID matter.

It is unclear, nonetheless, what degree of tan or beige or taupe qualifies a speaker to adopt a fake rural Black preacher accent. I’ll see you one “Ah ain’t noways tahrd” of Hillary Clinton and raise one “y’all gon’ to blah blah blah” by an Indian-American woman raised in Montreal. Cringe worthy! Gosh, it must make Life so much easier if you have no sense of shame!

With an apologetic homage to the late, great Fred Allen, if you took all the sincerity in Kamala’s New Improved Calibrated Positions and Black Accent and put it in the navel of a flea, you’d still have room left over for all the testosterone in the Dudes for Kamala ZoomFest and Biden’s desiccated brain.

Olympics aside, I pose a question that has been much on my mind lately: HOW did we let this country get to be #1 in the Insanity Olympics? No, I’m dead serious. At what point did we fail to rise up as Christians, Jews, heterosexuals, homosexuals, patriots, veterans, men and women, and say, “Enough!”?

When our doctor – a medically trained person! – gave you a form that asked for your “pronouns,” why didn’t more of us at a minimum, cross it out and write “If YOU can’t tell, I don’t want you as my doctor” in the space? Or, at least do as I did and write “Your Royal Highness?”

Twenty-five years ago I told my rabbi that if I died and she did the service and referred to me as a “partner” instead of a “wife” that I would get out of the casket and cause a scene. A wife is what I am, what I have been for nigh unto 60 years. It is a yuge part of who I am and it is an insult to call me anything else, including the idiotic “Ms.” And when things went further into anti-gun and Leftist foolishness, we left the synagogue along with our dues.

One of my favorite memes shows a ’50s-era aproned housewife speaking with her little girl who looks to be about 6. The little girl says, “I think I’m a boy,” and the mother says, “Well, you’re not.” End of story. Where’s the impetus coming from to coerce us all to agree that men can have periods and babies know their “gender” in the womb? It’s madness.

Even though, as I said, I didn’t watch, friends tell me that the American women Olympic swimmers did well. Good for them. I grew up in the Land of 10,000 Lakes, several dozen within easy driving distance of my home, but alas, I am not a strong swimmer. It all started in Red Cross Tadpole Swimming Lessons with refusing to put my face in the water. I learned strokes that did not entail voluntarily putting my breathing apparatus into an oxygen-free zone. I can side-stroke and backstroke, but my main form of water locomotion is the Dog Paddle.

If the Dog Paddle ever becomes an Olympic sport, look for me on that Gold Medal stand. Well, unless they start allowing ACTUAL dogs to compete. And why not, if a man can compete against a woman in Boxing? The woman boxer who was a Silver medalist in Europe lasted 46 seconds against the pretend woman. And if it’s just swell for a pretend woman who still even sports his junk to swim against women, then why not include a seal or an otter? And while we’re at it, let’s allow a cheetah to compete in the 100-yard dash. If he feels disappointed for coming in second, he can EAT the Gold Medalist! This oppressive obsession with bi-pedal humans is just another form of toxic species-ism.

As most of us have noticed, it is becoming more and more difficult to be “satirical” or even “sarcastic.” Why, I remember a devastating SNL skit, back when SNL was funny, that showed a boxing match between a reed-slim Jackie O (played by Gilda, if memory serves…) and the reigning black boxing champ at the time – possibly Spinks? Anyway, of course, a rag doll impersonation of Jackie O got knocked clean out of the ring with the first punch. I honestly never thought I would see the day when a woman would be forced to box a man. But she lasted 46 seconds longer than the actress in the SNL sketch.

Things like this make me sad and embarrassed for my country and my generation. I confess that even though I am a very blessed and happy person, sometimes I do get depressed. But I have abiding faith not only in our Heavenly Father, but in the majority of my fellow Americans. Out of the blue after 10/7, a woman I knew but slightly reached out in a beautiful letter to Joe and me to say “if it comes to that, God forbid, and Jews are rounded up again, we will hide you.” I was moved beyond my ability to describe.

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