If You Have a Choice, Don't Be Stupid

 

Stupid is my go-to word these days. 

I think of a Chicago term, chumbolone, referencing stupid people.  Don’t be stupid.  God gave you a brain.  Use it.  Unfortunately, some folks just can't help it.

Eric Swalwell is stupid.  Maxine Waters is stupid.  Chuck Schumer is stupid.  Hank Johnson is stupid. The accolades go without comment.

Chris van Hollen did a stupid thing when the met with “the Maryland dad” in El Salvador, so he gets into the finals.  So do AOC, Ilhan Omar, Jasmine Crockett, the state of Minnesota, et. al.  That's what happens when re-districting goes wrong and the gubernatorial candidate needs votes, aka, Tim Walz, not that he even was aware.  I think he was in China at the time.

Nancy Pelosi is not stupid until she wants to be, such as when she said we’ll need to read the ACA (under Obama) so we can see what’s in it.  She’s cunning, like Hillary, and only pretends to be stupid, though they both basically are stupid.  There’s a difference between them and the notaries mentioned above, slight as the difference may be.  Nancy and Hillary do stupid on demand.  Cunning is more their forte.  Yet, both deserve to be called stupid, and for similar reasons.  They give a new meaning to “Miss Right Now,” a title both choose to invoke when convenient, so let's not deny them their wish.  If she stayed sober, Kamala could be in the running for membership in a trinity, but, hey, she’s naturally stupid, as Willie Brown likely would tell you, so it’s a toss-up.  She earned her stripes the hard way. Everyone wants to end up on top, and Kamala discovered it's easier than you think.  Willie will agree.

There’s a reason Bill Clinton was elected President and his wife wasn’t.  He was the better con artist for while it lasted.  Then the girls complained.  By then his second term was nearly ended.  Most voters knew the difference between Bill and Hillary.  Old time elections meant something in Bill’s day, though Bill may have been on the front end of the computer curve, if you know what I mean.  Hillary, meanwhile, rode a broom and cackled a lot.  Then came George W., who never saw a spending bill he didn’t like, and then Obama, aka the Phantom of the Opera.  Man, oh man, did we expunge a lot of black guilt with Obama's election, despite the fact that he was half white.  Shame on us.  Michelle loved it more than anyone, given her fifteen minutes of fame and the money that came afterwards.  Blacks, you got what you asked for.  How much better was your life in those days?  Do you honestly think he cared more than anything but himself?  If so, put yourself in the stupid category.  And while you're at it, look at the facts. It was all about him, not about you.  He and Michelle probably would call you a chambolone.  You bit the bait on the tip of the hook.  They reeled you in, then rode off with all the prize money. If that makes you mad, it should.  Just make sure your anger is targeted in the right direction.  As I said, don't be stupid.

Next up is Gavin Newsome, a man touted these days as the next great Democrat hopeful for President, unless there's another governor in the wings.  There's certainly no one in Congress.  Unfortunately, the only thing good coming out of California under his leadership is I-40 and all other interstates leading eastward.  I’ll cite the bullet train to nowhere as an example.  You know, from L.A. to Sacramento, originally estimated at $33 billion dollars and now $100 billion over budget, just to get from San Francisco to L.A., with no rails yet laid and upwards of $130 billion to complete the project.  Look it up.  Prepare to pony up, Californians, for that slight miscalculation.  If you don't hate your tax rate, you probably don't hate it enough.  Buy a jalopy and head east.  You’ll get there faster and only for the cost of a rental truck and the cost of gas.  The savings will make you proud.  I think Elon Musk left a vapor trail.  Follow it.

If you are a glutton for punishment, move to the northeast.  I suggest New York.  Just avoid NYC.  And avoid the traffic heading toward the south end of a north-bound horse.  They’re driving fast in the other lane.  You could get killed.

My screed ends here.