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.

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.

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…

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.

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’…

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.

Out here in the Valley of the Sun, the phrase “cold system” tells you that, indeed, the seasons have changed. I’ll admit, it’s a joy to have had “Arizona winter” start two weeks earlier than it normally does, but that’s what an El Nino winter will do for you. And it’s not just this, there’s a good chance Hurricane Sergio out in the Pacific is going to turn and give us even more rain come next weekend. I say bring it on! In the meanwhile…

Congratulations to Brett Kavanaugh on his confirmation to the Supreme Court. Not only through your confirmation hearings was the American republic finally awakened to how the mob rule of Democrats and liberal activists work, but they saw just how President Donald J. Trump and the art of winning works. Republicans will never be the same again.

…my “Beers for Brett” was a Sam Adams Octoberfest. I. Love. Winning.

Love Chris Sale, but that’s all the Sox have in the starting rotation. David Price is a dog. And for all that money? Hate to say it, but I’m picking the Yankees in 4.

But of course they’re not. They know their attempted lynching of a good man purely for the purposes of a political agenda failed miserably. Hope it was all worth it for them. I’m not sure how they can even look themselves in the mirror. But given how shameless they are, I’m sure they sleep very comfortably with the choices they made.

I’m sick of people apologizing for what they honestly feel. Today you have Bette Midler (who I’m sure I have little in common with politically) backing down for simply quoting the sentiment of a John Lennon song from 1972. Would the song be in poor taste today? God, yes. But grow up, everyone! I know what Midler was alluding to – albeit in a way I disagree – I was around at that time. It was a period piece, written 42 years ago! Words are nothing more than words. And I’m sick of these moronic dweebs crawling around from under the baseboards and their oh-so-precious Twitter and Facebook accounts to pass judgment on others. You know what I would say to them? F**k you. I don’t support what Ms. Midler said, but I’ll go to the walls to defend her for her right to say it.

…BTW, the album from which “Woman Is…” came from, Sometime in New York City, was not, in and of itself, a great album by any stretch of the imagination, but two Yoko Ono songs were, in my humble view, the absolute balls. “Sisters, O Sisters” sounds like something out of a Connie Francis LSD trip, but it’s just harmless rock n’ roll pap with a solid guitar solo, and “We’re All Water” is, well, a Yoko Ono classic:

We’re all water in this vast, vast ocean
Someday we’ll evaporate together.

Doesn’t get better than that lyrically, does it? If it were my choice, I think I’d like to have that written on my tombstone. They just don’t make music like this anymore.

…speaking of music they don’t make like this anymore, if you’re a Pink Floyd fan (and even if you’re not), hearing the last time the Floyd’s David Gilmour and Richard Wright performed their classic “Echoes” will simply make you shake your head. Do y’all selves a favor? Pour yourself a cocktail, turn off the lights, set the video to full, turn up the volume, and just lose yourself.

Ahh, Floyd. Would you mind if I added this to the list of music they don’t make anymore. It’s eerie, sad, and gorgeous all at the same time. Not to mention this? Richard Wright was truly an underrated member of the band.

Exactly. So which is it, liberals? You can’t have it both ways. But of course, that’s the way you play the game. I supported Serena Williams at the time – the official was being a jerk. And there’s Brett Kavanaugh expressing his disdain at Democrats on the Senate Judiciary Committee who were gleefully dragging his reputation through the mud. So which is it, libs?

As I’ve always said, the problem with Democrats and liberals in general is that they simply are incapable of not overplaying the hand they’ve been given. What’s underscored in all of this Kavanaugh kerfluffle is that Senate Democrats have only themselves to blame. Which is why Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid is the gift that keeps on giving. Well done, Harry.

Your agony is my joy.

So let me ask you this: if you had your choice of First Ladies and their choice of dress who would you choose?

or…

The fact that liberals are bitching about Melania Trump’s choice of clothing while in Egypt boggles the mind. Not only are they vile and petty, they have no taste when it comes to what looks good on a woman. I’ll say it again – and happily – their agony is my joy.

Found this comment over at Powerline blog in regards to this post fitting:

I grew up in NYC during the rise of Trump. I knew he would win. Why? Though he is a billionaire he’s a street guy like real New Yorkers are. He stands his ground, fights back aggressively and doesn’t give a damn what people think about his manner. Notice how people who only understand victory always say “well I wish he wasn’t so outrageous on Twitter”? If he wasn’t it wouldn’t be Trump. As a veteran I will attest that the Carl Hayden VA Medical Center in Phoenix AZ I go to went from worst to best in less than 18 months and he’s not even a vet. Even our departed Senator McCain didn’t do a damn thing about it. He was good at hating the President and to hell with us vets. I believe President Trump will eventually send the Democrat Progressives to the dustbin of history. Deep inside he will have his revenge for the attack on his family and the country he loves so much. And no sir I am not sick of winning.

I’ve got friends, and I know y’all have as well, who have taunted me to no end about my support for President Trump. At times, I have found it hard to articulate why I admire the man so. It was once said that President Lincoln, after hearing every reason in the world why he shouldn’t hitch his wagon to that of General Ulysses S. Grant, simply responded, “He fights”.

Lord knows, Donald J. Trump isn’t perfect. But in an era where the mainstream media endlessly promotes the likes and agenda of every left-wing, social justice warrior fascist like Hillary Clinton, Elizabeth Warren, Corey Booker, Kamala Harris, Dick Durbin, Chuck Schumer, Maxine Waters, Nancy Pelosi, and Dianne Feinstein while painting people like me, people who just happen to think that the Judeo-Christian traditions upon which this country was founded, and people like me who think the U.S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights still have relevance even in this 21st century we live in idiots, racists, homophobes, xenophobes, and out-of-their-mind lunatics, all I can say is, he fights. And he wins. And no, I am, and will never get, tired of winning.

It’s pretty funny to watch our rabbit Peach sleep. He looks like roadkill, doesn’t he? It’s easy to be that relaxed when your surrounded by one’s food dish, towel, paper bag and lots of books to gnaw on. Guess he’s glad that the end of another work week is at hand. Bring on the weekend!

Forget about the everything you’ve been told by the Democrats, the loony left and their faux outrage (BTW, has there been one day since Donald Trump was elected president that there hasn’t been a way of loony left outrage of one sort or another?), and the Democrats’ political operatives in the mainstream media in regards to the Brett Kavanaugh nomination to the Supreme Court. It’s gotten to the point of absurdity. If there is one thing you read, check this Twitter feed from one Sarah Gonzalez somewhere in the state of Texas. She not only hits the nail on the head, she bashes in the heads of all those who have played a part in the personal destruction of Mr. Kavanaugh and his family solely for the purposes of political gain.

You might not believe me, but in the beginning I was willing to keep an open mind about Dr. Christine Ford. But after watching her testimony with that phony little girl voice (no college professor I’ve ever known would talk and present herself like that), her helpless and vulnerable demeanor, the gaping holes that appeared almost immediately in her testimony, and then seeing her so-called “legal team” fawning all over her, knowing full well that they’re all well-known operatives in Democratic political circles, I knew she was lying and basically full of shit.

The oh-so outrage over the way President Trump ridiculed her testimony is misplaced, I think. Dr. Ford deserved to be ridiculed. She’s never told the same story twice, she remembers nothing, and has yet to say anything that directly implicates Kavanaugh in anything. But golly gee, he’s sure unqualified for the Supreme Court. Go figure.

Some people are feeling sorry for her, saying that she is as much a victim as Kavanaugh as a result of her identity being leaked to the media by someone in the Democrats’ political machine. I don’t buy it for a minute. She knew exactly was happening around her, and she allowed herself to be a willing tool and foil in the hopes of destroying Kavanaugh’s nomination. Both she and her Democrat operatives truly thought, I believe, that Republicans would do what they’ve always done in the past when these kinds of things came up – run for the hills and cower (read: Alabama and Judge Roy Moore). But this is now the Republican Party of Donald Trump, a president who believes in punching back twice as hard, and a Party now unafraid to point out the utter hypocrisy, lies, and typical political shenanigans that the Democrats have employed so successfully in the past.

Two final thoughts:
First, you knew this was nothing more than a political lynching when Stormy Daniels’ creepy porn lawyer Michael Avenatti got involved with bring forth a client claiming Kavanaugh drugged and then gang-raped women. I have to believe the Democrats on the Senate Judiciary Committee were horrified to hear about this human trash crawling out from under his rock to pollute their well-planned, all-in-good-faith, high-tech lynching.

Finally, Let me ask y’all a question? If you were an employer, would this whole Kavanaugh sham make you more likely or less likely to hire a female in your company? I thought so.

I truly believe that what Dr. Ford and her fellow liars and schemers have done is incalculable damage to feminist and #MeToo movements and those who truly have suffered years of internal torment as a result of some form of earlier sexual abuse. Dr. Ford is clearly not one of them – t least as far as Brett Kavanaugh is concerned. It is reprehensible for any woman to falsely accuse someone of rape or sexual abuse for either personal or political gain, but it does happen (Rolling Stone / UVA, Duke lacrosse, anyone?). Now, if someone wants to come forward for something that truly did happen, they’ll have a higher bar to reach in order to be believed. It’s truly sad.

But it shows the level to which Democrats will descend to achieve their own political ends, and how little they really value not just the rule of law and the fundamental precept that you are innocent until proven guilty, but women. To Democrats, women (and African-Americans, for that matter) are nothing more than tools and human shields to be cleverly and shamelessly deployed as needed in order to obtain and maintain their own power. If the sad charade of the past few weeks has any silver lining whatsoever, it will be that the Democrats on the Senate Judiciary Committee have been revealed for the vile, evil, and despicable human waste they truly are.