Tag: Politics

Nominations

Gummint, Politics

As FuturePOTUS Trump is announcing his various Cabinet picks, I think you can judge how well they’re going to do in their new jobs by the level of hysteria that the Left has greeted their nominations, one by one.

By “well”, of course, I mean the degree to which they are going to root out and eliminate the DEI and Commie assholes from their fiefdoms.  Here are a few, as I write this:

Matt Gaetz: Attorney-General
Pete Hegseth:  SecDefense
Marco Rubio:  SecState
Tulsi Gabbard:  DNI
Kristi Noem:  DHS
Elise Stefanik:  UN Ambassador
Mike Huckabee:  Ambassador to Israel
Lee Zeldin:  EPA
Mike Waltz:  NSA  (note the spelling, it’s not that Walz)
Jim Ratcliff:  CIA
Tom Homan:  Border Czar
Elon Musk and Vivek Ramaswamy:  DOGE (Gummint Efficiency, a non-government post)

There are a couple of names in there that made me wrinkle my brow somewhat, but I think they should work out okay.

And I know that this shouldn’t be a factor, but all the ladies thus far nominated are total hotties.  Noem, Gabbard and Stefanik?  Do a search on their pics — no wait, let me do it for you:

What would make me chortle like a well-fed baby would be if Trump doesn’t announce a replacement head for the Dept. of Education, “as I’m abolishing the entire department on Day One”.  (Ditto a couple others, come to think of it.)

I don’t know for a fact, but I would imagine that there are an awful lot of resumes being refreshed and printed out in Washington D.C. round about now.  And that’s a good thing.

Now THAT’S An Ally

Diplomacy, Politics

In contrast to that asshole Commie Xi (see post above), I note that my current political crush EytiePM Giorgia Meloni called DJT to congratulate him on beating off [sic]  the Dark Side:

The conversation was “an opportunity to confirm the solid alliance, the strategic partnership and the deep and historic friendship that have always tied Rome and Washington,” she said.

During the phone call we expressed “our willingness to work in close coordination on all major international affairs, with the common goal of promoting stability and security, also in the framework of relations with the European Union,” she added.

The two agreed to “stay in close contact,” Meloni noted, to continue strengthening their “already excellent bilateral relations, founded on shared values ​​and principles.”

“Shared principles” include kicking out illegal migrants and hating on the mainstream Commie media.

Just to remind everyone of whom we speak:

My favorite international political hottie wasn’t finished:

Donald Trump was not the sole recipient of Meloni’s congratulations, which she also extended to billionaire tech entrepreneur Elon Musk, with whom she has had an ongoing rapport.

“In the past few hours I have spoken with my friend Elon Musk,” Meloni wrote on social media Thursday. “I am convinced that his commitment and vision will be an important resource for the United States and Italy, in a spirit of collaboration aimed at addressing future challenges.”

Musk has been an outspoken fan of Italy’s first female prime minister, declaring that she is “even more beautiful on the inside than she is on the outside,” on the occasion of presenting her with the Global Citizen Award on behalf of the Atlantic Council, a progressive American think tank, this past September.

Meloni “has done an incredible job as prime minister of Italy,” leading the country to “record economic growth and employment,” Musk said at the time.  “She is also authentic, honest, and sincere, something that cannot always be said of politicians,” Musk declared at the New York meeting.

Okay, so I’m not the only one with a crush on la nostra Giorgia.

Strange Feeling

Elections, Politics, Resistance

I thought that when God-Emperor Trump won reelection, I’d greet the news with all sorts of loud triumphalism, glee and savage invective directed at those who attempted to harass / persecute / jail / assassinate him.

Instead, when I woke up yesterday morning, I read the news about his thumping victory — way beyond the possibility of fraud, which had been what I so feared for so long — and rather than all those feelings, I was simply relieved.  Thoughtful, almost.

And yes, I want as much as anyone for Trump to set about the various offenders (and the Deep State in general) with a chainsaw.

But I watched his acceptance speech, and none of the above was in evidence.  Instead, Trump appeared almost subdued, and in wonder of the miracle of his reelection.  (His new VP wasn’t — LOL)  In a way, I felt almost the same as Trump — just relieved that it was all over, and he could start to accomplish the unbelievable set of tasks that need doing if we are to rescue this nation from its Democratic-Socialist malaise of the past four years.

I mean, just think about it: ending  illegal immigration, creating the groundwork of economic recovery and rebuilding the military (in every sense).  Let’s not even talk about foreign policy — fucking hell, what a nightmare that’s going to be:  Israel/Iran, Russia/Ukraine, China/Taiwan — a veritable Gordian knot, all created by the feckless Biden (or to be more accurate, his handlers, i.e. the Obamas and the Clintons).  (We can talk about giving that little Socialist tit BritPM Starmer a gonad-kicking later, because compared to the latter issues, he’s small potatoes, ditto that Canucki shithead Castreaux.)

And then there’s the issue of going after the people who attempted to subvert his candidacy by unceasing lawfare — that, and the concomitant Deep Swamp Draining alone would tax any man, let alone this magnificent senior citizen.  Hell, I’m over a decade younger than Trump, and just listing his to-do list exhausts me;  and he has to carry it all out and make it happen.

Let’s just hope Trump can enlist the proper people to help him:  Mike Pompeo as SecState, perhaps, Elon Musk for “government efficiency” har har, and dare I suggest Gen. Erik Kurilla as SecDef (we need a fighting soldier in that job, unless Erik’s better suited to JCS, I dunno).

And let’s be honest, Trump’s gonna need Congress to help him.  I have no problem with Speaker Mike Johnson, who has often shown the Right Stuff, but that fucking old bastard Mitch McConnell in the Senate?  I have no patience to put up with him, the prevaricating old roadblock.

What everyone else on that side of the aisle needs to know is that Trump has received a strong mandate from The People to get the thing fixed.  And gawd help those Republicans who get in his way, because we all know that the Commies are going to go batshit on him.  So now is the time for support, not obstruction from his own party.  (And while I’m there, all those NeverTrump RINO assholes need a good thrashing, the fucking turncoats.)

Go get ’em, Mr. President-elect.  I can’t wait to see your Cabinet — and your list of potential Supreme Court nominees, while we’re there.

See what I mean about a big job?  It’s endless.

Boll Weevil

Elections

…wait, I meant Poll Evil.

So I went over to the polling station yesterday to vote against Godless Communism, and of course this being north Texas, it was busier than a $5 hooker during Fleet Week.  Fortunately, there were a jillion of those horrible voting machine thingies, so there was no wait.

While signing in, I made the usual joke about my name (“girl’s first name, French last name, but this week I’m identifying as a man”) which brought a tiny smile from the 100-year-old lady checking me in, her comment being, “And that’s a good thing”.  And I prepared to join the rest of the folks voting against Godless Communism — don’t ask me how I could tell;  it’s the district which Trump carried with 85% of the votes cast, FFS.

Except in my case, of course, because it appears I’d waited too late to change my voting address (I did it as part of changing the address on my driver’s license).  So when they checked the voters’ roll, my old address showed up.

I said, “Okay, I don’t mind going over to Plano to vote, ’cause I have some errands to run over there anyway” (which I did).

“Oh no,” says Great-Great-Granny Moses, “we can just change it right here seeing as it’s what your driver’s license allows.”

“Excellent,” says I, and to make a joke of the whole thing, I added, “So I can vote here, and then scoot over to Plano and vote there too?”

Dead. Silence.  From all the volunteers.

Oops.  Then from Great-Great-Granny Moses, one word:  “Nope.”

“I’d never do that, of course,” I say quickly, trying to thaw the atmosphere, “because people might think I’m a Democrat.”

Some muted chuckles (from only a few of the volunteers) as my ballot was being printed out.   From Great-Great-Granny Moses, just a stony stare as she handed it over.

I scurried over to the machine with my tail between my legs, and tried to make up for my foolishness by voting against Godless Communism.

There are times, it seems, when it’s not safe to make a joke.  Even in Republican north Texas.