October 23, 2018

It’s the last day of my “Weeks 1 & 2″ of the Eades diet. I’m down eleven pounds and 3/4” around the waist. Tomorrow it’s on to weeks 3 & 4, called the “meat weeks”. Eat as much beef, chicken, lamb, pork and fish as you’d like with lots of green, leafy vegetables. No more protein shakes.

The World Series starts tonight in Boston. What the heck, I’ll toss caution to the wind and go with Boston in 6.

We’re also two weeks from the mid-terms elections. I’m not 100% ready for a prediction on that just yet. Two weeks is forever in politics and anything could happen, but I’m getting pretty damned close – there are some really interesting dynamics going on below the surface. More on that in a later post.

In the meantime…

OK, I’m going to admit it: I don’t really care what happed to the new saint of the liberal left: Jamal Khashoggi. First of all, they make him sound as if he was a regular contributor to the Washington Post – which he wasn’t. This is a guy who hung around with terrorists and was working hard behind the scenes to undercut the reform movement started in Saudi Arabia by Prince Mohammed bin Salman. But the Democrats and their political operatives in the mainstream media are so desperate to tie something – anything – to Donald Trump that they’ll push the death of a Wahabi-loving, women’s rights hating, Islamic fundamentalist day after day. I’ve got news for the mainstream media: no one cares!.

I can’t yet predict the outcome of that key senate race between Democrat Kyrsten Sinema and Republican Martha McSally here in Arizona – it’s all going to depend on who gets out their base the most. But I’ll say this: Sinema’s campaign is having to deal with a candidate who at heart is as far away from the independent, sober image she’s been trying to portray throughout the campaign. She’s a loon and a walking gaffe machine.

…speaking of loons, in this case I’m going to give Democratic (and rabid, drooling socialist) congressional candidate Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez a break here. I understand what she was saying – she simply wants the same “all hands on deck” scope of commitment to combat global warming climate change as the USA did in World War II. I don’t agree with her, obviously, but there are plenty of other things more outlandish things she’s said than this. Besides, I think she’s damned cute.

…and as for leftist loons who used to be cute, as a Vietnam veteran of sorts, Hanoi Jane ought to know. Once a traitorous b*tch, always a traitorous b*tch.

Seems to me if the mainstream media were really so concerned about the lives of journalists, you’d hear more about this horrific story right in our own country. Or, what about south of the border, down Mexico way?

Reminds me of a song

Good – you liberals deface property to make a point, we Republicans and conservatives will just vote to make ours. Let’s see who’s has the most lasting impact.

Headline: Man, 72, ‘stoned to death by monkeys’ in India. One of the commenters at Free Republic made me laugh out loud with this comment:

And we covered it. We know a thing or two because we’ve seen a thing or two.

I’m still laughing at that one. Very good.

Remember what I said in Saturday’s post about the mid-terms and watching for signs from the mainstream media? Here’s one, and here’s another. And here’s another. Honestly, folks, if these guys weren’t so predictable my blogging job wouldn’t be as easy as it is!

And finally, keep an eye on this story going forward. I think it will be a huge step in restoring common sense to our laws and culture. Of course, watch the “transgender industry” go nuts over it, but that would only make things more fun to watch.

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October 20, 2018

A few thoughts as the days dwindle down to a precious few as far as my first two weeks on the Eades Diet goes:

…I’m ten days in on the Diet and have lost 11 pounds and 1/2″ around my waist. It hasn’t been pleasant, but neither has it been as tough as I’d expected it to be. No headaches or crankiness due to going cold turkey on the caffeine and alcohol. I think I’ve worked my way through the insomnia phase, which hasn’t been as bad as I remember it being last time.

…In four days I start the weeks 3 & 4 “meat weeks” where it’s any and all meat of every kind (as much as you can take) and green, leafy vegetables. I can go back to my normal half caffeine/half coffee regimen and can have two alcoholic drinks a week. The question is, what will they be?

…now I have to deal with a high blood pressure issue that has cropped up. Although my mom had it for (I think) quite a while, I’ve never had issues with my blood pressure, like, ever. It just so happened that I had to have a biometrics thing done as part of Tracey’s company’s “be well” initiative (I’m on her insurance plan), and, lo and behold, they take my blood pressure and I’m in the 160/100 range. So the guy doing the test freaks out, says I need to see my PCP immediately, and to expect a call from some nurse in ten days to see if I’m still alive and have gotten the needed blood work done.

…so I’m wondering why I would go from a non-HBP thing to a HBP thing? All the stress involving “The Client Who Shall Remain Nameless” has long ago subsided. Who knows – could that whole episode have tripped something permanent in my physiochemistry? Is it just that I’m getting older and this is one of those things that just go along with being past middle age? One thing’s for sure: it’s a good thing I’m on the Eades diet because one of it’s benefits is a reduction in your BP. Makes me wonder what it would have been had I not started the diet!

…congratulations to the Boston Red Sox for their advance to the 2018 World Series. That was quite a series with the Houston Astros. That Game 6 with closer Craig Kimbrel dancing on a pin of disaster was crazy, but I guess you can get away with what he did when you have the best outfield in baseball by far.

…and it wasn’t just the outfield’s performance – both defensively and offensively – that won the series for the Sawx. They don’t give the MVP award to managers, but has there ever been a manager in the post-season who has (at least to this point) been able to push all the right buttons as consistently as Alex Cora has? It was pretty amazing to watch. No wonder the team plays with such confidence – they know they have a manager who won’t screw things up on them.

…so we’re down to little more than two weeks before the mid-term elections. Forget about the polls – they’ve become meaningless, just words for lazy so-called “journalists” to take up space in columns on paper or something to induce clicks on a web page. At this point in the campaign, if you want to see how a political party is doing, just do what Deep Throat instructed in “All The President’s Men” and follow the money. Where is the national party allocating it’s resources? What candidates are having their national party support taken away from them so they can be reallocated somewhere else? What campaigns are seeing an infusion of dough-re-mi into their campaigns?

…and then there are the so-called “celebrities”. If you’re the Democrats, see where Barack Obama is being asked to go. Wherever he’s being asked to go, you know the Dems are concerned about holding a seat they once thought a given. If you’re the GOP, watch where President Trump is holding his rallies. As Deep Throat said, that should tell you a lot.

…also, watch for signs of one party or another seeking to expand their base. For example, if you see Barack Obama go to, say, South Carolina or Wyoming, you know the Dems are feeling good about the states and districts they already have and are seeing if a foray into “enemy territory” might allow them to pick off an additional seat or two. Likewise, President Trump isn’t going to visit places where the White House knows haven’t got a chance. Therefore, if you see PDJT scheduling rallies in places like Michigan or New Hampshire (something I’ve heard whispers about from my GOP party contact), that means he thinks there’s a chance to pick off a seat or two originally thought not to be worth contesting.

…also, watch what the mainstream media is writing. I know, they’re nothing more than Democratic Party operatives disguising themselves as so-called “journalists”, but in this case, watch for articles seeking to temper expectations – especially when it comes to Democratic turnout and hopes. Expect to see stories about “what happens if the GOP keeps the House and Senate”, or stories with words like “hopes” and “whispers” all over the place.

…finally, watch what the pollsters are doing. Until now, the majority of polls have been published under the guise of pushing a particular candidate or political agenda. At this point, the pollsters start worrying about their reputations and are looking at the ratio of early-voting and absentee ballots coming in by party, so they will start skewing their finding to match what they are seeing.

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October 17, 2018

Seven days in on my Eades diet and I’m officially down eight pounds from where I started. The goal was ten, so I don’t think I’ll have any trouble making that. It hasn’t been as tough as I remember it being three years ago. I haven’t (at least as yet) had the insomnia yet, and I never felt any adverse effects from the no caffeine / no alcohol regimen. The above section of the kitchen countertop contains my consists of my life these days: soy-based protein shake makings, leucine powder, magnesium/potassium supplements, the blender, and the purple cup from which I drink my shakes.

They say time goes fast as you get older, but this last week seems to have taken a month to go by. I’ve got another week to go before I head into the so-called “meat weeks” which aren’t bad (obviously), although I’d kill right now for anything with cheese – enchiladas, chicken parm, bacon and cheese omelets, cheese and crackers, nachos – you name it. Last night I fell asleep thinking of playing a round of golf at Passaconaway C.C. in Litchfield, New Hampshire, then pigging out at Tortilla Flat up the road in nearby Merrimack over margaritas and a oven beef quesadilla.

But that time will come – someday. For now it’s “Power Up!” shakes and one meal a day carefully crafted by the Eades folks. I can make it. I can do it. Only one week to go.

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October 16, 2018

I know there are a lotta folks out there – including those who regularly (or semi-regularly) visit this blog in their Internet travels – who either hate, despise, or disdain President Trump. I get that. But this picture pretty much sums up what the upcoming 2018 midterms are all about:

Americans like winners, but they despise bullying losers even more. Is Donald Trump’s rhetoric at times tough? You bet, but that what winners say and do. Bullying losers, on the other hand, use physical violence and threats of violence to intimidate their opposition into silence or capitulation. This is exactly what the political Left in this country is trying to do. It would be nice if Democratic leadership in Washington would have the courage and class to take the high road and act like leaders and condemn the actions of these people in the strongest terms, but, given their childish and reprehensible behavior during the Kavanaugh witch hunt confirmation hearings, that’s obviously expecting to much. So all one can do is look at what both sides are selling during this election cycle and choose what’s best for the country in the long run.

You don’t like Donald Trump? Fine. You want to consider yourself a member of the so-called “Resistance”? Fine. But there are lessons to be learned from the past – most especially, in the differences between our Revolution and the French Revolution. There were mobs in the early days of our Republic that threatened to upset the fragile coalition of states that had come together to form a more perfect union. Same thing in France. The difference between our respective revolutions is that our leaders at the time recognized the inherent danger of the mob and put them down before they had a chance to spread. In France they didn’t, and it took the likes of Napoleon to bring the bloodshed to an end – bloodshed that included the deaths of the very leaders who had formed the original Resistance against the monarchy to begin with.

The lessons before us are clear: you kow-tow to demands of the mob and allow the mob to grow in numbers and confidence, don’t be surprised when some day they come after you.

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October 15, 2018

After the rain we had over the weekend and the rain we’re going to get tomorrow – this weather has been crazy! – I thought I’d toss my clubs in the car and go out and hit some balls. It was a P-E-R-F-E-C-T day – sunny, mid-70s, absolutely gorgeous for October around here. Too bad for me. Golf is closed this time of year.

Closed, you say? Golf? in Arizona? The land of a gazillion golf courses? How can that be?

Well, there are two forces at play here – forces that make Arizona the golf mecca it is. The first force is nature: it gets so hot around here that every golf course plants a localized form of Bermuda that can tolerate 110+ degree temperatures in mid-April, but by this time of year, it’s all turning brown. Second of all, with all the snowbirds about to start dropping in over the next few weeks, no one wants to see wheat-colored fairways and rough on their favorite golf courses they return to – especially at the increased greens fees all the courses round these parts start charging – so the golf courses all shut down for a few weeks and work in their winter rye. The same thing will happen next April, as the exodus of the snowbirds begins and the courses go from winter rye back to Bermuda.

That’s just the way it is here in Arizona. It’s just so weird to drive around on a picture-perfect October afternoon and see golf courses closed: the doors locked, the parking lots empty.

We’re about another week to ten days away from all my favorite courses opening up. I’m looking forward to it – I’m even looking around for a league I could join so I can play regularly with an eye towards retirement in a few years. The break from golf after Goodboys weekend and my experience at TPC Scottsdale have helped rekindle my love of the game. Now I just have to wait for the damned courses to open.

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October 13, 2018

A few thoughts during Arizona Taco Festival weekend, which, unfortunately, I won’t be able to attend. The pounds continue to melt away from my time on the Eades Diet: as of today, I’m down seven pounds and seem to be tolerating the lack of caffeine and alcohol just fine.

…which is just as well: I don’t know if it’s a result of the remains of Sergio, or that trough coming in from the west (probably a combination of both), but it’s been raining cats and dogs here for the better part of twelve hours now. A real soaker. No complaints here – I just hope all this water ultimately finds its way down to the Colorado River and Lake Mead.

Perhaps new to nearby Chandler, but way back when in the 80s I can remember a place in Boston called Frank n’ Steins where they would show movies while folks could have food and cocktails. I always thought it a great idea.

…but movie theaters will be extinct in ten years. There will be live streaming of new Hollywood releases and you’ll be able to watch in the comfort of your own home simply with a payment via PayPal. Make your own popcorn, and no noisy guests and sticky floors to have to deal with.

…now if Hollywood would only start producing movies worth seeing. But I don’t expect that to happen anytime soon.

…because I guess this is what goes for brains in Tinseltown these days. I mean, what did they expect? I hope their asses all get canned – this is what happens when you knee-jerk reaction to the left-wing Progressive mob. More on that in a later post…

CNN’s Don Lemon has always struck me as a very arrogant and insulting individual. But after his awful comments about Kanye West, I guess you can add racist and ignorant to that. The fact he’s still got his job after these disgusting, reprehensible things tells you all you need to know, not just about Lemon, but CNN as well. Can you imagine the uproar if someone at FOX News said what Lemon or Handler said about any African-American?

…as is the repulsive so-called “comic” Chelsea Handler. I thought comedians were supposed to be funny. She’s not, she’s just a vile bitch.

Another example of the progressive Left’s reprehensible behavior: using your children as props and tools while you act obnoxious and impolite? I can only imagine what other lessons she is teaching her poor children.

…but this is what today’s so-called “Resistance” has become. How I wish cooler, more rational heads would prevail and take the sentiments of this USA Today opinion piece to heart:

Instead of interrupting hearings or yelling in elevators, progressives should focus on the boring, difficult work of civilly appealing to voters in all 50 states.

Unfortunately, the only thing the Left will understand is a damned good thrashing. Which is why it would be a good thing for Democrats to get thrashed at the ballot box next month.

BTW, it’s not OK when Republicans and conservatives do it – not by a long shot. Someone has anger management issues, ya think? What a moron. He’s toast.

But, on the subject of golf shoes: I’ve given up wearing them. I just feel much more comfortable and at ease going with my normal sneakers. So – at least for me – there will be no more stomping on anyone or anything. It’s sneakers and orange balls for me from now on!

Smart move by the Arizona Diamondbacks. It was always stupid to try and grow grass there under the conditions we have here. Actually, synthetic grass has come a very long way in past ten years – I’m actually thinking of replacing my back and side laws with synth. It’s expensive, of course, but over its lifetime (20 years) you’ll get your investment back from lower water bills.

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October 12, 2018

We’ve got the remains of Hurricane Sergio passing pretty far to our south, but its clouds made for a beautiful Arizona sunset last night. The pics are great enough, but they don’t do near enough justice to the lovely shade of pink everything around was bathed in.

It’s a damned shame I’m two days in on the Eades diet with no alcohol allowed, or the sunset certainly would have been toasted with some form of alcoholic beverage!

Same thing with the fact I turn 63 today. I’ll be toasting with H2O. And my present to myself? A long, luxurious soak in the tub with a good book. Simple pleasures…

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October 10, 2018

It’s been a year of transitions, that’s for sure. Lot of time, money, and commitment offered up for others, haven’t spent a lot of time on yours truly. But the time has come to devote a little time, effort and commitment to yours truly. It’s been a long time since I’ve done the Eades diet, but I both want and need to lose ten pounds and start hauling my ass back to the gym. So starting today it’s a total commitment to Eades – two weeks of no caffeine (ouch!), two weeks of no alcohol (double ouch! ouch!) and those gawd-awful protein shakes that those who have tasted them know what I’m talking about. After that it gets easier with the “meat weeks” and then the “maintenance weeks”, but it’s the first two weeks that really set the tone and where you lose the most weight.

But it’s OK. I think of it as no different better than heading to a monastery for a two-week retreat, or going to a “fat farm”, or heading off on some kind of vision quest. Two weeks of denial, two weeks of internal cleansing, two weeks of punching the reset button. If I can lose ten pounds, give my poor liver a much-needed break, and resume a regular workout regimen it will be a good thing not only physically but mentally.

I’ll be turning 63 on Friday and I know I need to do a better job of taking care of myself. But the past two years have really been rough all around. The other day I heard that the husband of a former work acquaintance of Tracey’s was diagnosed a few weeks ago with mesothelioma and was dead in two weeks. He was 77. I know when it comes to one’s mortality there’s only so much you can do, but the fact is that at my age I’ve seen a lot more sunsets than I’m going to see, and I think anything I can do to maintain health and vitality as long as I can can only be a good thing. I’ll never be a gym rat, but there are things I can do to put myself in a better position for growing older.

So it’s two weeks into the gauntlet. Immersed in self-help, discipline, and regimented denial. I’ll put my Pinot Grigios and John D. MacDonald novels aside and exchange them for protein “Power Up!” shakes and Jordan Peterson’s “12 Rules For Life”. I’ll take my vitamins and supplements, adhere to the recommended dietary requirements, and drink the damned protein shakes. But if I can lose ten pounds and hit the reset button it will be well worth it. Just don’t expect me not to be a little antsy and ornery in the first few days, and fighting raging insomnia by next Monday or Tuesday. It’s all just walls you have to fight yourself through. Hard for the body, perhaps, but good for the soul.

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October 9, 2018

Oh man, has the political correctness crap gone too far. Just reading this story about a comment baseball analyst Ron Darling made during Saturday night’s Yankee game got me wondering…

Let’s say I’m out at dinner with a Japanese buddy of mine. It’s late October and the temperature has dropped. Would I then be fored to apologize if I turned by collar and said, “Hmmm…there’s a nip in the air.”

Just askin’…

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October 8, 2018

The harping, weeping, and gnashing of teeth from Hollywood celebrities and the mainstream media is starting to subside. They know they got steamrolled – as they should have been – but I think it’s instructive to take a sober look at what exactly went down over the past week as far as the Kavanaugh nomination to the Supreme Court went. I might be wrong (not that it happens much) but I happen to believe this whole thing will be viewed as a watershed moment in history where the American electorate saw the face of the a new Democratic Party, one far different from the one they and their parents grew up in.

This new Democratic Party, hijacked by a bunch of well-funded socialist “progressive” activists who only care about hating Trump for (supposedly) stealing the election from Hillary Clinton, transgender rights, open borders, and abortion on demand have been revealed for the loons they are. I normally don’t quote an article at length, but in this case, and because it’s so well written, I will (my comments and boldings):

Most of us are relatively naïve, ready to believe what our news outlets put forth. We have open minds and were ready and willing to listen to Ford’s testimony and consider for ourselves if it was believable. It was not. Her testimony was obviously scripted, practiced, massaged, and fabricated out of whole cloth.

Ford may have seemed like a victim, not of Kavanaugh, but perhaps of her Democrat operatives. Over the past days, however, what is nearer to the truth is that she was and is part of a faction of anti-Trump activists bent upon destroying Kavanaugh in order to deny Trump another nominee to the Supreme Court.

They have badly misjudged the wisdom and sentiment of the American people. These Democrats on the Judiciary Committee are so deluded by their belief in their own intellectual superiority that they felt comfortable publicly, derisively attacking a man with a reputation finer than any of those who sat in judgment. This was like Salieri sitting in judgment over the music of Mozart – preposterous.

At first, those of us paying attention were anxious to hear Ford’s story. The bits of news that preceded her appearance before the Judiciary Committee were titillating. Was it possible that this man, Brett Kavanaugh, with a thirty-years-plus record of impeccable judicial service to his country, had a dark side? Then we heard Blasey Ford “testify.” How anyone who listened to her practiced, phony childish act could believe that this was not calculated is a mystery. She was obviously scripted, coached, and performing.

Perhaps she did not expect to have to appear before the committee. She and her handlers may have assumed that the taint of her accusation would bring about his withdrawal from the nomination or that Trump would withdraw it. Guess they have not been paying attention to how Trump operates or who Kavanaugh is. They guessed wrong.

Given the numerous falsehoods of the FBI and DOJ we now are aware of – the “two front doors” lie, the fear of flying lie, the claustrophobia lie, her polygraph lies – what seems credible now is that this was a manufactured, orchestrated setup at the outset. They used Mark Judge’s book as a template and contrived a tall tale.

Trump nominated Kavanaugh, and the left shifted into overdrive; he would be defeated by any means necessary. Schumer said as much twenty minutes after Trump announced his nomination. From that moment on, they would dig down deep into the reservoir of radicals willing to go to the mattresses. Schumer likely began the plan with Feinstein. They knew that [Democratic operatives] Katz and Bromwich would come aboard [as lawyers]. Blasey Ford most likely volunteered her services. Ford’s lifetime friend, retired FBI agent Monica McLean, may have been on board to help write that ridiculous letter that ended up in Feinstein’s hands. Schooled, allegedly, in psychology, hypnosis, and all the attending versions of mind manipulation, Ford probably felt confident she could pull off the charade; she would use her baby voice to appear fragile and vulnerable. But she did not pull it off. There is a mighty chorus of Americans who pay attention to these issues and events. They were not fooled.

The “narrative” of her alleged groping was vague enough to provoke doubt but wholly without corroboration. That the persons involved in this farce thought she would be convincing without a shred of evidence is comical. They really do think all of us outside their bubble of leftist groupthink are imbeciles. They actually thought we would all fall for Ford’s absurd performance. Sure, the dupes on the left loved every moment of it. They don’t need evidence or witnesses. They believe survivors. Survivors of what? Nothing.

Ford [Ed. note: and her annoying and pathetic California guttural, little girl voice of hers] now looks like a liar and a fraud. There is most likely a real journalist out there right now who will dig deep and write the book about this travesty a few radical leftists perpetrated on all of us. It was all a lie.

These people feel so entitled to force their agenda upon all of us that they have lost all moral sense. They will lie, cheat, and steal to win in the end. That is exactly what they did. They lied, cheated, and stole Brett Kavanaugh’s reputation, his life’s work, his love of teaching and coaching girls’ basketball. They did it without a moment’s thought for what it meant to him or to those of us out here in this great nation.

What we saw at that hearing Thursday last week was an abomination. It was Kafkaesque, the shameful, purposeful attempted destruction of a fine man without a kernel of evidence. And they knew what they were doing. Our left today is monstrous. Leftists learned well from the Clintons’ politics of personal destruction. It has always worked before; why not now? Not now because of Trump. He fights back. And Kavanaugh stands tall.

…Feinstein is a menace, as are Schumer, Blumenthal, Harris, Booker, Whitehouse, and Klobuchar. They need to be voted out of office; they do not seem to have this nation’s best interests at heart. That should be clear to everyone by now. It is but for those hordes of paid-by-Soros protesters haranguing Republicans to vote against Kavanaugh.

What’s alluded to in the above is that it took none other than President Donald J. Trump to grab the reins of a horse-cart careening out of control and return it safely into barn. At the Southaven, Mississippi rally, he used a tactic he happens to – like it or not – do quite well: ridicule. Ridicule Dr. Ford, ridicule her so-called “legal team”, ridicule the hypocrisy of those Democrats hell-bent on destroying a man’s reputation and life solely for political purposes. And in doing so, he exposed the evil that the Democratic Party and the liberal left of today stands for. They’re not stupid. They’re not ignorant. They are a bunch of shrill obnoxious zealots. More than anything else, they’re a vile, despicable, reprehensible, evil mob that needs to be put in their place. And the only thing they understand is the hammer. Not the hammer of suppression of their right to speak (that’s what socialists do); Trump’s hammer is that of punching back twice as hard:

This is a lesson that should be tattooed on the forehead of every GOP politician. We are in these fights to win. You don’t win by standing there and letting the other guy punch you, hoping that his knuckles break before he knocks you out. You have to punch back. If we are to stop this tsunami of last-minute allegations in critical nominations, we must raise the cost of entry to the point where only allegations that have documentary evidence are allowed to be heard. I don’t care what Ford says happened. I don’t care what Ramirez says happened. I don’t care what Swetnick says happened. Put up or shut up.

I think I speak for all conservatives when I say this: we know rape happens. We know sexual abuse happens. But I’m sorry, if you’re going to come forward and destroy someone’s life and, along with it, his family and his reputation you’re gonna have to do better than some cloudy memories of more than three decades ago. And you’re going to have to present yourself in a helluva lot more professional and honest manner than Blasey Ford did. Above all else, you better bring facts. It’s not going to be good enough anymore to reduce the argument to a “he said / she said” debate: the Democrats, loony left, and their operatives in the mainstream media have seen to that. They’ve destroyed that well-worn strategy once and for all.

Perhaps not intentionally, but maybe that’s a good thing.

The Democrats on the Senate Judiciary Committee made a huge mistake and miscalculation borne out of past experience and their typical playbook. Accuse someone of something dreadful and wait for the Republicans to cave and run for the hills. That might have worked in the past, but that’s not the way President Donald J. Trump plays the game. You folks out there who hate him for what he is can grouse all you want and call us Trump supporters everything in the book. Fact of the matter is, the man fights. The man wins. And the man isn’t going to fight and win unless he knows there is a great injustice in play. He doesn’t operate that way just on behalf of Brett Kavanaugh – hell, he’s been operating that way since the day he was inaugurated President.

This is something the mainstream media, the Democrats, Hollywood, and the unhinged liberal left has yet to understand. Americans love winners. And they will hitch themselves to a winner even if they themselves don’t necessarily agree with everything the winner does. The important thing is to win. And that’s what happened over the past week: the Republican Party finally recognized that in Donald J. Trump they have a man – their President, no less – who has their six. And wins. And, for the first time since his inauguration, they chose to take the risk and embrace the brute force of his personality and his general operating philosophy fully. And they won doing it.

Their agony is my joy.

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