Thoughts from the ammo line

Ammo Grrrll has this Kamala thing scoped out right on time in HOPE AND CHANGE REVISITED. She writes:

When the Obama Phenomena started really rolling in early 2008, and suddenly every white woman I knew was carrying his “autobiography,” I began to get a sinking feeling. A relative happened to attend the Oprah Show the time The Lightbringer was a guest and she was ecstatic about him. Soon came the “tingly feeling” in Chris Matthews’s leg. Oh, let’s not forget the perfect crease David Brooks observed in Barack’s trousers. That’s what I look for in a candidate. I WOULD have voted for Hillary, but the crease in her pantsuit was kind of crumpled. Probably from her thighs rubbing together.

I will concede that Obama can read off a Teleprompter in that phony-baloney Southern Black preacher cadence like nobody’s business. And, having appeared on several television shows in which that was required of me (reading the Teleprompter, not the fake Black preacher voice), I can testify that it isn’t as easy as it looks. However, though I was impressed with that skill, I was not at all impressed with the content of his speeches. But it didn’t matter. I was a nobody.

One small benefit of having been in the “community activist” movement for a decade, give or take, is that I KNEW this guy. Oh, not him personally, but his type.

Everybody who ever went to college knew the type – no matter the color. A skilled BSer who could talk a pretty good game as long as nobody around him knew anything about the subject at hand. A guy who had mastered some Cliff’s Notes on Economics, History, and Philosophy. A guy like Otto in the wonderful movie A Fish Called Wanda, who had to be fact-checked by his girlfriend: “The central tenet of Buddhism is not ‘every man for himself,’ Otto. I looked it up!”

The “community activist movement” was also filled with lazy, slothful entitled people who got up at the crack of noon, wandered hung over or still stoned into a warehouse filled with other young idiots to begin their tough day of running the occasional mimeo machine, handing out leaflets, or making a few phone calls. It shocked me how many were trust fund babies. How do I know this? Because I was in charge of them – both in Minneapolis and San Francisco.

Anyway, once the Obama campaign got rolling, his campaign slogan was HOPE AND CHANGE. Good grief! Talk about VAGUE. Many an evening would find me screaming at the television: “WHAT are you hoping for? WHAT are you going to change?” But specifics were hard to come by until it was far too late and we learned how much he had qualms about white people, working people, and religious people, all of whom were “bitter clingers.” And soon he inadvertently unveiled the “fundamental transformation” bit, but the media just burned the poor plumber to whom he blurted that, like it was HIS fault we knew about it.

ME: “Wait, what? What in particular are you planning to transform? Fundamentally.” The MEDIA: “Nothing to see here – did you know that that plumber is not even LICENSED?”

To channel a particularly funny Seinfeld episode, yada yada yada – Obama won. Twice. His shtick WORKED and works still. He has parlayed that Teleprompter skill into a hundreds of millions of dollars grift. Even though HE was the one who whined that at some point people have made “enough” money. That there should be a ceiling on greed.

Anyhoo, fast forward to today and Camel-lah, KaMAHla, whatever — who cares? — has borrowed EVERYTHING – another black woman’s husband to get a big boost in her “career”; the Hidin’ Biden Strategy of evading all press that would possibly challenge her (as if!) or accidentally expose her as the brain-dead babbler she is; and several of Trump’s campaign promises. “Hey, even though I was the all-important tie-breaker to sic 74,000 IRS agents on waitstaff’s tips, the Evil Trump’s idea of NOT taxing tips seems to be popular, so, yeah, I’m all in on that.”

But as the new Commissar at the top of the ticket of the Socialist Twerkers’ Party, she has taken “Vague” into new dimensions. Well, she ping-pongs between vagueness and outright lying through her teeth. The relentless cackling is just a bonus. It’s okay. No surprise.

But what is embarrassing in the extreme is the newly minted committee or PAC headed by Barbra Streisand of “Jewish Women for Kamala.” She claimed 25,000 Jewish women have signed up. Possibly a wild exaggeration, but at least they are the same 25,000 has-been actresses and menopausal baby-terminating advocates who can always be counted on to make every sane woman regret the 19th Amendment.

Why not call this pro-Kamala Committee what it actually is? “Jewish Women for Bullying Jews on Campus, Beheading Babies, Taking Hostages, and Raping Women in Israel!” Okay, a bit unwieldy, but accurate. Shame! Shame! Every one of you is a shonde, a disgrace.

At times I despair of the possibility of anyone ever changing his, her, or xer mind as new facts are introduced. “Logic” is just White Supremacy, as is showing up on time. But how in the world to explain my co-religionists’ falling for supporting the Maoist/Hamas Wing of the Democrat Party?

As I have detailed numerous times, we were Democrats until 9/11. When I was in a gaggle of prominent Democrat women who said “America had it coming,” we processed that information and made a course correction. We lost friends. We both lost business – Joe’s in music, mine in comedy. And it was not because we ran around in public sporting the equivalent of MAGA gear. This was for FAILING to chime in on the HateFest for George W. Bush! Just keeping one’s mouth shut was not nearly enough.

I had previously worked for the late Paul Wellstone. I had appeared at a rally as an “opening act” for Robert Redford, who was there to support Wellstone! (Redford was a nice, very unassuming guy…just fyi) One of Paul’s MAJOR planks in his platform the first time he ran was to be ONLY a two-term Senator. When he reneged on this pledge in 2002, I was devastated and appalled. “But, but but, he SAID…” It felt like a personal betrayal.

And I processed THAT information – that somebody I had thought was trustworthy was not – and I threw my meager support to Norm Coleman, who was also a friend. He won. But, of course, that was before the idea was introduced into Minnesota politics of miraculously “finding” 300 Franken ballots in somebody’s trunk for Norm’s second run. Game. Set. Match.

And now here we are. With a team of one Mao-loving, freedom-hating, riot-approving, cop-denigrating, drunk-driving, fake-hearing-impaired white guy and a spawn of Jamaican Marxist professor and Brahmin who was raised in Montreal and STILL could only get into Hastings Law School and be forced to take the California Bar Exam twice.

The Border Czarina who was tasked with making sure that tens of millions of unvetted, unvaccinated illegal aliens got IN. Well done, there!

Who believed or pretended to believe Jussie Smollett’s preposterous racist hoax and, to my knowledge, has never admitted that it stunk to high heavens. My God, even Charles Barkley, The Round Mound of Rebound, said, “Duuuude. When you commit a crime, don’t write a personal check to pay for it.”

This Dynamic Duo has plans for us that are all CHANGE and NO HOPE. I do not want to hear ONE PEEP about “Oh gee, it doesn’t matter how you vote cuz it’s all about who is going to count the votes…” In what way do you think that tired trope makes it easier to prevail? It is neither original nor helpful. We cannot afford the luxury of manufactured despair. DO SOMETHING or shut your piehole. As for me, I will regard anybody who says “It doesn’t matter if we vote…” as an advocate for the other side.

FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. We’ve got two months.