Jimmie Dore dissects Nervous Nancy
At least one martini into his act and wearing gilet jaune, Jimmie tore Nervous Nancy a new one--if only she were close enough. This is no holds-barred, truly reptilian criticism against Nancy--and I know my reptilians.
Surprisingly, all the polysyllabic and monosyllabic adjectives which punctuate his monologue haven't gotten him UnTubed. But I love it. He largely sticks up for AOC, something which occasionally is appropriate. AOC's anti-establishment crusades are wonderful. But it's AOC's solutions which are dreadful.
So the Squad (members 1 & 2) storms Twitter to chastise--no, not the Orange Headed Monster, but senility-destined Nervous Nancy. If words could be incendiary literally, AOC would have burned down Pelosi's reign.
Yesterday, I commented upon being in a conundrum. Pricknick correctly admonished me that I wouldn't know a conundrum unless I ate one or some such thing. This is correct. But I do recognize two-legged androids walking amongst the Washington humanoids infesting Congress (which, please remember is a biological term describing clusters of baboons). NP is the one third in line for the Presidency (gasp--the line of succession really sucks: Pence, Pelosi, Pompous Mike.* We're screwed if anything happens to the Donald.
*Three putrid peas in a pod.
Yesterday, I wrote an essay about the Squad.
For you Francophones, please inform me if this phrase is misspelled. AOC, El Trumpo and Nervous Nancy are participating in a folie a trois, This is a beautiful thing to behold. In fact, I think this is glorious. This threesome is doing wonders in tearing apart the Duopoly. First, the Orange Man is pulling Republicans in ways they are unused to be pulled. He is talking anti-war--which is not the same as pro-peace. But we'll shelve that thought for now.
Nancy is and has been about THE MONEY. Do not mistake her political intransigence for stupidity or meanness, although she does have an admixture of both. She is donor-driven and were she like the Camel, probably has been donor-ridden.
AOC is clearly an agent provocateur. Her mission is:
1. Enrich herself
2. Become famous and powerful
3. Drive a wedge into the Dem party by loudly braying progressive-sounding anti-Trumpisms.
AOC has fine skills at dissecting Pelosi also, as demonstrated in this linked video. But her solutions are not pie in the sky--they are pie in your face. No borders?! Please! That is a flat out loser as my pre-mortem obituary of the Democrat Party explains.
It is part 3 to which I aim my claw: She is the Republicans' stealth candidate to destroy the Left by breaking it's illusory solidarity. Perhaps she is a useful idiot--but she is really clever--in perhaps a HRC sort of way. AOC got her delicate fingers on Justice Democrats' campaign stash and, like Charleton Heston's cold dead hands, nothing will wrest that money out from her grasp.
Anybody who doubts the sincerity of AOC, rest assured: AOC is intensely sincere about self-enrichment, fame, and nice shoes. She might want to buy some genuine border-stomper boots--if she were a bit honest about really investigating the Border, down Mexico way, as opposed to fabricating, shall we say, alligator tears crying at a parking lot fence (allegedly representing the boundaries of Uncle Slam's Konzentration Kampfen).
Speaking of drinking out of toilets (naughty, naughty, AOC; telling us such fibs) I am reminded of Barry Hussein drinking filtered water while at a Flint, MI photo-op, and claiming that he, the savior of the oppressed masses (viz. Karl Marx) will bring health and well-being to the lead-poisoned masses of Flint.
Now, before you forget: HRC is running again. Onward Together has now replaced the Clinton Global Initiative in order to wash money for the as-yet undeclared candidate for Her second Dem Coronation. If HRC isn't running, then why doesn't she
1. Stop Twittering?
2. Need a new charity scam to wash her dark money?
I've got, shall we say, skin in the game (green and scaly as it is). I have wagered my brother, my son-in-law, and my nephew that they will come 300 miles each to celebrate my birthday with me. The wager is Hillary runs--I win (and so does Trump). If I lose, I pay each of them a Benjamin.
As many know (the four of you who read my essays), I like to append a relevant song to essays. This is now difficult because my essay is a target-rich environment. Also, as mimi says, it is impossible to take this seriously. Those of you who do, including many excellent essayists, more power to you. But I shall reach my transcendental understanding of the world and search for truth, meaning and the Amerikan way.
Rolling Stone songs are calling me to post them, such as "You can't always get what you want", "Dead flowers", "Tumbling Dice"--goopd choices all.
But I have chosen a song with universal appeal when commenting about the Troika of Tricksters and their empathy for us ordinary citizens.