President’s Day
17 February 2025
All day today, I’ve been hearing, in my mind, this first line of lyrics, which is also the title of this song:
“Don’t the Girls All Get Prettier At Closing Time.”
This dandy of a ditty, written by Baker Knight, was a Number 1 hit for the late and pluckily great country singer, Mickey Gilley, in 1976. I always get a kick out of the reality of it, especially since today’s secular Puritans throw hissy fits over the blatant, but truthful, sexism and outlook of the song.
A much more sophisticated way of expressing that statement is:
The worse things get, the better that something really bad looks to a desperate man, or woman.
It seems to me that the inept, but pompous, Ruling Class in the USA used that ploy to near-perfection, from at least the 1970s on. We the People were the desperadoes, although the desperate situation kept changing, depending on the Party-in-Power.
The Uni-Party changed all of that citizenry-sense of dependency on the Corrupt Political Class to protect us. We the Patriots figured out They’re in on it, the whole lot of Them. As far as They’re concerned, We the Patriots, can all go to hell.
That’s exactly where the Parasites of the Corrupt Political Class are headed, without the Divine Intervention that a certain New Yorker received during the summer of 2024, if not the year of 2024, as he attempted to survive the death-wishes from more than a few of his Fellow Americans.
The desperados in this nation are now the Corrupt Political Class, the corporate shills known as politicians. God only knows how long it’s gonna be before they shut up about the legal and long over-due termination of their illicit power-grabs; and about the righting of this ship of state, the United State of America, to once again manifest its power to the people through a federal government that is, once again, to quote Mr. Lincoln from his Gettysburg Address:
“of the people, by the people, for the people.”
The Articles of Confederation of Perpetual Union of the United States became, after ratification by all 13 colonial states, in 1781, our first frame of government. The American citizens have since been framed to take the blame for the vile deeds and systematic sins of the U.S. Congress, the Executive Branch, perhaps even the Supreme Court.
The entire shambolic mess of the sausage-making known as legislation has been botched, screwed-up to the point where the current ignorami in Congress define Federalism as:
“Any rights not reserved to the States go the Federal Government.”
And, the traditional motto on the Great Seal of the United States, E pluribus unum, has been declared to mean:
Out of one, many.
It is perhaps a bit much to expect the ignorami known as politicians to understand Latin. American English throws them for a loop. I am, nonetheless, stunned at the level of stupidity that’s become the key requirement for elective office in major portions of America.
Perhaps these Representatives truly do represent their constituents. I doubt it, though. The Americans with rational, working brains find the political arena and the public sector to be anathema. My first novel, NORTHSTAR, becomes more true every day!
Only dunces, and greedy ones, need apply for their spins at the guvmint-payola wheel.
Case in point: Governor Gavin Newsom has spent every moment in the State House, since 2019, preening to run for President. He’s blowing a lot of . . . taxpayer money to Trump-proof California. I suggest that President Trump intervene to Gavin-proof the Golden State.
The Official Politburo declaration that California was seceding from the Union, in 2017, because of the 1st Presidency of Donald J. Trump, is indicative of just how out-of-touch are the Commies-under-The-Dome:
The USA seceded from California long ago!
Regarding Gov. Hair-gel, my fellow Californians are both bored and disgusted by:
his focus-grouped, glaringly insincere “positions”; the constant posing, posturing, and primping for The Camera; his narcissistic selfie-appearances on CNNLOL; his cosplay hyper-themed-wardrobe, à la Justin Trudeau; his unConstitutional COVID fiats and mandates;
the horrendous hypocrisy of his Rules for Thee but Not for Me; his finagling the Recall Signatures, not once, but twice, to “win” so that his rear-end is owned by even more corrupt donors; his loudmouth abolishment of red tape one week, and then snarkily flinging an edict out, the next week, into the California-sphere to ban planting anything within 5 feet of your residence.
It’s the unending stupidity of Gov. Gruesome that appalls me. It’s a insult, to be lorded over by a loser-in-life., play-acting Governor I don’t care how much $$$$$ and mansions the Getty Oil Brat has amassed in his cache of corruption. He didn’t create any wealth; he clumsily and dumbly squanders it! Wherever Gavin goes, deaths, debris and debts pile up. While the rest of America enters a new Golden Age, the tarnished Golden State endures a narcissistic nincompoop with the anti-Midas touch
“Zone Zero” pretty much sums up the type of ozone thinking from yet another Place-holder. the Big Zero “elected” to an Executive Office. The political plant takes up space to prevent a real thinker and leader from occupying that space.
This objective of installing genetic cul-de-sacs in High Places has played itself out throughout the Fruited Plain for decades now, while We the People have only grown stronger in order to survive the abuse of our Constitutional rights, raise our families and live our lives.
It’s not only the Economy, stupid. It’s the stupidity, stupid.
It’s past closing time for these stupid linguini-spined empty vessels in Government Roles, on the public dole. No matter what time it is, these frauds aren’t pretty. They’re ugly straight to the core.