Candace the truth-teller

AMERICAN LEFTISTS, both white and black, are bowing and genuflecting toward the image of the Holy Martyr George Floyd. He was an upstanding citizen — or at least a guy turning his life around — brutally murdered by that white cop because Floyd was black, another instance of “systemic racism” in America and particularly in police forces.

I swear. Blacks just cannot catch a break.

Let us go march in the thousands down the streets and highways. Let us throw bricks into windows and set fires and loot businesses, all for poor George. Make sure to grab a Samsung, not one of those cheap TVs made by Chinamen. Steal something good that has internet capability. It’s all for George, and it’s all Trump’s fault.

Here is one of my favorite women, Candace Owens, doing a wonderful job of putting the George Floyd mess into proper perspective.

Woke SJW sees the light!

 

IT’S SWEET TO SEE a leftist come to her senses.

In case you are unaware of the #WalkAway movement, which exists in real life and on YouTube, it is full of folks — more and more every day — who once voted Democrat but have seen the light.

I am one of those people though I’ve made no YouTube video, nor am I likely to. I walked away in 2007, earlier than most.

This woman, whose name is Bree, was a Bernie fanatic and a self-admitted, brainwashed, intolerant Social Justice Warrior. But after the 2016 presidential election, her eyes were opened. The first video predated the second by about a month.

Watch both. She’s a babe. Both videos were made in the summer of 2018, and the #WalkAway Movement has grown even greater since then. The movement was begun by a gay, New York hairstylist named Brandon Straka.

Note that there is no corresponding movement of people jumping ship in the other direction. The flood runs one way, away from the left toward clear thought and liberty.

If you suffer from Trump Derangement Syndrome, if you believe government owes you a living, if you think capitalism is the root of all evil, if you regularly read The New York Times and The Washington Post, thinking they keep you politically informed, if you watch CNN and MSNBC, if you think the United States is a terrible place and always has been …

… if you think blacks are always victims, that Jeffrey Epstein did commit suicide, that it was “Hillary’s turn,” that all cultures have equal value (except America’s, which is racist!), that women never lie about sex, that people don’t kill people, guns do …

… if you wear a pink pussy hat without feeling like a fool and if you cut contact with friends and family on Facebook and Instagram because they have different opinions …

… if you think President Trump hates gays, “people of color,” Mohammedans, Chinamen, and Mexicans, if you think Trump abuses women, and pimps out Melania whenever the Secret Service looks the other way, take a moment and listen to the words of this once-Woke woman who used to be your Soul Sister. You could be redeemable too.

 

Democrats Trumped again!

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THE DEMOCRATS’ endless effort to remove a duly elected president from office because they just don’t like him has flopped in its latest installment.

Impeachment reached a dead end today due to no evidence — just like the Democrats’ Russian collusion pipe dream. What will they invent next? Almost all of the politicians leading the removal hysteria hail from either New York or California.

Have you noticed that?

Did you see the State of the Union Address, perhaps the best in U.S. history? It was stirring and spectacular. If you missed it, here’s another opportunity.

Did you see the dour Democrats dressed in white like those Cuban “Ladies in White” who oppose their dictatorship? Did you see those Mohammedan Democrats playing with their cell phones? Did you see Nancy Pelosi tearing up her copy of Trump’s speech?

Were you appalled? It was appalling.

And it certainly won many more votes for Trump in November.

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Almost two months ago, I ordered a MAGA cap from a Chinese outfit on eBay. It arrived a few days ago.

But before then, my sharp Canadian reader who goes by the moniker Brent Morrow fulfilled my headgear dreams with this photo he emailed to me.

I look sharper in this one than in the cheesy version I purchased from China. Thanks, Brent!

As I’ve mentioned numerous times before, if you want accurate information about the Trump administration and its many accomplishments, the best place to get it is on the White House website. Scroll down to the bottom and sign up for White House updates.

You’ll receive excellent, accurate information.

A cold, waning day

IT’S 6 P.M., and cold in the house. I’m in flannel pajamas, a heavy coat, a snazzy scarf around my neck and a watch cap on my grizzled head.

There is nothing to be done. It’s late January, and we’ve actually been lucky so far. There were light freezes on two consecutive nights earlier this month, but it’s not dipped below 32º since. Other winters have been far worse. But some have been better.

I never weary of marveling at Mexican thought processes. Of course, it could be just my wacky relatives, not Mexicans in general, but I tend to project family nuttiness onto the nation as a whole.

Last week we enjoyed about three beautiful, consecutive, mild days, so my sister-in-law stated one afternoon with a straight face that she thought winter was over. My child bride agreed. A couple of nice days, and seasons are redefined for them.

I chuckled at the absurdity, and I’ve been proven right, not surprisingly. A few days ago, it got ugly, cold, and it even rained, which is not supposed to happen in January, not here anyway. It’s the dry season. Cold is one thing. Cold and wet is worse.

A few nights ago we watched a movie on Netflix titled The Bookshop which is set in England in the late 1950s. It stars two of my favorite actors, Bill Nighy and Emily Mortimer.

Ray Bradbury is mentioned repeatedly, and it occurred to me that I have never read anything by Ray Bradbury. I downloaded a Kindle sample of Death Is a Lonely Business, and it became clear why. He’s too cutesy and wordy for my taste.

Before coming home and slipping into the flannel pajamas, I was on the main plaza downtown with a café Americano negro and a raspberry muffin from a nearby pastry shop. I pulled out my Kindle and began the Lonely Business sample.

I couldn’t cut it. One of the many great things about Kindles is that one can order free book samples. Ray Bradbury will remain alien to me, and I don’t care.

Before writing this post, I opened the Gab social media website where I have an account. Gab is the free-speech alternative to Twitter. Leftists say it’s a white-supremacy website or alt-right, whatever that is, but it’s not, although you will find lunatics there. Most are not. One of the downsides of free speech is you have to let everyone speak.

The lunatics are easily blocked.

Big Tech has done everything imaginable to destroy Gab, including barring ways to financially contribute. Just recently, Gab found a way to accept credit cards again, and I used that route today to donate a small sum plus buy a Pepe the Frog sticker for my Honda.

pepe-the-frog-sticker-telegram-meme-frogIt is en route, Gab told me. I will have the only Pepe sticker on the mountaintop although in a field between here and the nearby capital city, there is a huge boulder that appears about eight feet high and wide, and it’s been painted to look like Pepe! I keep meaning to pull over and take a photo.

I briefly read Gab daily, rarely post anything but, amazingly, have over 1,000 followers. I do use Gab’s excellent and relatively new browser, Dissenter.

Pepe the Frog has been used as a freedom symbol by those Hong Kong protesters, and everyone knows those Chinamen are white supremacists and alt-right crazies.

Well, I’ve gone on long enough. It’s dark now, and my child bride will return from the gym very soon, expecting her salad to be ready. I cannot disappoint her.