Ammo Grrrll has a modest request: PLEASE JUST STOP! She writes:
Look, Democrats, I’m begging you, okay? As a humorist, as a person who loves to laugh, as a woman who made a fine living for several decades from comedy, I am imploring you Democrats and your ghostwriters to please stop trying to be funny. You aren’t. You are awful, hateful, enraged mentally ill people and you can’t do humor. I’m sorry, it’s just not in your wheelhouse and that’s the truth. It’s actually painful to watch.
Your late-night male talk show hosts are beyond parody in their one-sided, hate-filled childish, potty-mouthed rants against anything conservative. You have one unhinged woman “comic” holding a bloody severed head of the sitting President and blaming HIM when her career evaporated. You have another one (I’m sorry, I really cannot even remember most of their names – maybe Chelsea something?) calling the daughter of the sitting President a “feckless bad c word.” Where’s the joke part? In what world is beheading of ANYONE humorous?
Lord only knows what you paid Mao-lovin’ Anita Dunn and her committee of hard-working grifters to come up with “ULTRA MAGA.” Ooooh, good one. That was supposed to make us embarrassed or ashamed. Do you know what the effect of that was on normal people? Especially normal MAGA supporters?
Well, I for one, went, “By Jove, I think she’s GOT IT! I AM Ultra MAGA! I thought I was only Regular MAGA, but I don’t like killing babies in the ninth month (or any time). I don’t like mutilating children so some celebrity can brag about her gender-fluid kid. I hate crime. My family got here after the Civil War and I don’t owe anybody a cent for reparations.
“So, I must be something beyond Garden-Variety MAGA, those good folks who only care about lower inflation, massive DOGE cuts, and sane taxes. I must be ULTRA MAGA! Thank you, Anita, for clarifying that for me. Off I go to vote accordingly.”
And then there was the Politics of Joy as espoused for about 15 minutes by Kacklin’ Kamala. See, Bad Orange Man was all about hate and division. So the Democrats said “We will be about JOY.” First of all, it was – as almost everything they say or do is – plagiarized.
That was Hubert H. Humphrey’s theme in his failed 1968 bid against Richard Nixon: The Politics of Joy. At least he could carry it off. He was a genuinely nice, genial man. Once back when I was a 22-year-old know-nothing organizer for the peace movement, I saw Vice President Humphrey on the campus of the University of Minnesota. I thought I would “corner” him and put him in an awkward position with respect to his connection to LBJ’s war.
“Mr. Humphrey, Mr, Humphrey, I am a student here working to organize a legal, peaceful march to the Capitol to end the war. Could I get your endorsement? I know it would help.”
And he vigorously shook my hand, patted my shoulder in an avuncular, non-Bidenish way and said, “Well, Bless Your Heart, dear, Bless Your Heart! You betcha!” and moved along with his entourage and I said to myself, “I’ve just been played! I am waaaay out of my league!”
Kamala, on the other hand, proved to be a nasty piece of work. And a lazy incompetent slug to boot. It’s easy to forget, but she was designated The Border Czar, remember? She grasped the Czar part – nice digs, entitlement, kowtowing. In fact, in person she could turn into a regular Ivan the Terrible if you displeased her, say, by pointing out that she was going to lose. But as for the Border part – she never even went there, let alone discovered the “root causes” of illegal immigration, despite looking everywhere.
At an early point in the burning through hundreds of millions of dollars, they dropped the mask of “Joy” and went back to their Default Position of screeching about raaacism and sexism and transphobia. But it ended well for us ULTRA MAGAS. Baruch Hashem! Praise God!
And recently some genius came up with TACO – Trump Always Chickens Out. Oh, the hilarity! The very night before President Trump ordered the strikes on Iran’s nuclear sites, Chuck “Grill Master” Schumer referenced that witty and insightful acronym. Boy, talk about not aging well – not even as well as Mr. Schumer, who is not aging well at all. With his little half-glasses, he looks like some sort of villain from Scooby-Doo cartoons, rubbing his hands in glee that “he’s gonna get those pesky kids!”
I would think that they would hear from the Hispanic Caucus or at least Alex “Yell and Lunge” Padilla that making fun of “tacos” would not be tolerated. Why, I remember that poor Dr. Jill made some lame reference to the wide variety of Hispanics as being as diverse as the “breakfast tacos” she had recently experienced. And even a loyal Democrat like Dr. Jill took a lot of flak for what was essentially a silly remark with no offensive intent at all. Plus it made me hungry for breakfast tacos.
The remark was undoubtedly not even written by her. Someone of her exalted status would have had “people” to come up with something that clever. Anyway, I’m not a fan of that kind of petty hectoring even if it is aimed at the very Party that started and clings to Cancel Culture.
However, now that I know that making up acronyms that reference popular Mexican foods is A-OK, here is my shout-out to the wretched Senator Schumer.
FAJITAS Schumer, could you not even step up as well as Senator Fetterman and acknowledge that President Trump had performed a world-changing miracle in taking Iran’s nuclear threat off the board? What does FAJITAS mean, you ask?
F. irst
A. mong
J. ackasses
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A. merican
S. enate
Thank you. I’ll be here all week. Try the veal. Tip your waitresses.
