As Election Day Looms (Pt. 2)

More random thoughts on the eve of the most consequential election of my lifetime.

A local radio host, who exhibits Conservative political instincts but has never been mistaken for being either highly-intelligent or highly-educated, came up with an uncharacteristic bit of wit this morning, when he quipped that the roster of music stars and Hollywood celebrities who have endorsed Kamala Harris “looks like the VIP list at one of Jeffrey Epstein’s or P. Diddy’s parties.”

My first reaction was to almost spill my coffee and think, “I wonder who wrote that for you?” After that I rhetorically asked, “Whaddya mean looks like? It is the VIP list from one of Jeffrey Epstein’s or P. Diddy’s parties!”

And, speaking of music stars who have endorsed ¡Que Mala!, there’s one who has been a particular disappointment to me.

No, I’m not taking about Bruce Springsteen; although I greatly respect his musical talent and accomplishments, I’m not really among his fans. And the hypocrisy evident in his transition from small-town blue-collar balladeer to Hollywood-elite gentleman farmer/limousine Liberal/Democrat activist has already been noticed and documented by writers more familiar with Springsteen than I am, among them New Jersey radio talk show host Judi Franco and L.A. Times writer Rob Tannenbaum (who posits that “The Boss” hasn’t changed at all, it’s just his fans who previously failed to see the true political content that has always been expressed in his songs and public statements).

The music star who has disappointed me the most for his endorsement of ¡Que Mala! is Willie Nelson. I just didn’t expect such a member of C&W royalty to be so eager to jump on the Harris/Walz bandwagon. But, now that I think about it, Willie and ¡Que Mala! likely share one thing very much in common: I have no doubt that Harris is as dedicated, resolute, and habitual a cannabis enthusiast as Willie is famous for being.

[Insert Willie Nelson pot joke here, e.g.: In late June a big-rig hauling freshly-harvested produce was pulled over in Texas and police found, hidden among 73,000 lbs. of cabbage, 2 tons of high-grade marijuana. So I guess Willie’s annual 4th of July Picnic in Austin will have to do without the coleslaw this year! (I know, I know: this year Willie moved the party to Camden, NJ).]

Pot would certainly account for Harris’s tendency to break into uncontrollable cackling laughter at any moment, often in reaction to things that really aren’t funny at all. So, in their shared love for ganja, Nelson and Harris are kindred spirits; bud buddies, as it were.

[Full Disclosure: Sure, I’ve smoked pot. I was a long-haired hippie (although I was never a dirty hippie; I always managed to bathe regularly, even when I lived, with my dog Ajax, on remote Shi-Shi Beach — on the outside of Washington’s Olympic Peninsula, between Cape Alava and Point of Arches — and had to bathe in the cold, cedar-infused water of Petroleum Creek), and probably smoked many times my weight in mota, but I outgrew it, haven’t touched it in decades, and am still pleasantly surprised that I don’t even miss it! I have no doubt that, had I never smoked it, I could have made much more of my life. And I always thought that smoking it was a clear disqualifier for public office.]

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Again, on the topic of music stars, this morning’s news is telling us of the death of Quincy Jones, and reminding us of all his impressive accomplishments, all his awards (28 Grammys!), all the TV and movie themes he composed and all the other examples of his musical genius (he worked with not only Michael Jackson, but with Frank Sinatra, Count Basie, and Ray Charles, to name a few).

But the newswriters Leftist propagandists must be slipping, because I haven’t heard the otherwise predictable angles of how Quincy Jones’s success was achieved in spite of America’s fundamental racism, or about how very tragic it is that he died before seeing America elect its first woman of color as president.

And about how one way to properly honor the memory of Quincy Jones is to make sure to go out and cast a vote for Kamala Harris, and make sure she’s victorious over that racist Nazi, Donald Trump (like so many other entertainment industry elites, Jones was proud to express his visceral contempt for President Trump).

Oh, wait! At the time I’m writing this (Monday morning, the day before Election Day, and what may be the last day before America’s fundamental transformation becomes a fait accompli and we actually vote our way into Marxism), The View hasn’t been on yet; whaddya wanna bet that the fishwives of that show will glibly spew the above talking points practically verbatim?

It’s too bad I’m not a network news writer Leftist propagandist; having learned from watching the trade practiced daily by highly-paid, dedicated professionals (who, I’ve often said, make Dr. Goebbels look like a mere tyro!), I think I’d be pretty darn good at it!

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Also in today’s news, we’re hearing Joe Biden’s latest remark about how he’d like to “smack” Donald Trump “and his Republican friends.” We’ve heard similar remarks from Biden before, like his famous “Take him behind the gym” comment (which was inspired by Trump’s Access Hollywood recording, used against him in 2016, in which he confided that “When you’re a star, they’ll let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.” I always viewed that as a more valid indictment of the behavior of star-struck women than of Donald Trump).

Biden has always made himself out to be some kind of tough guy, from his story of facing down “Corn Pop” to his challenging a man to a pushup contest (for daring to suggest that Biden set up his son Hunter as an influence peddler and corrupt “consultant” for foreign energy companies). But he’s just as much a fake, a phony and a fraud [hat tip to the late Bob Grant] about that as he is about everything else; remember, Biden built his political career on plagiarism (having lifted a speech almost word-for-word from one given by British Labour Party leader Neil Kinnock).

But Donald Trump, although he never served in the military, did attend a military school (The New York Military Academy). And boxing is part of the athletic curriculum at most military schools. So the odds are that Donald Trump has stepped into the ring a time or two, and he is on record as having participated in Junior Varsity Wrestling.

So, if we’re envisioning a donnybrook or brannigan between Biden and Trump (and who wouldn’t want to own the pay-per-view rights and popcorn franchise for that contretemps?), my money would be on Trump.

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At my part-time job at a major retail warehouse store in Independence, MO, Sunday’s crowd of shoppers was particularly weird, frenetic and impatient, with even shorter than average attention spans. A colleague opined that folks were “shopping for Wednesday’s riots.”

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