I’ve tried to keep away from Election 2016, generally. Yeah, I’ll take on certain issues important in this election, and will take candidates to task on said issues, but generally, this election is such a clown show, that I cannot stomach even writing about this insanely bad lot of candidates who can’t wait to wield their AUTHORITAH! over Americans!
When given the choice between a woman who was either too stupid to realize that she was sending classified information over an unsecure server, or outright lied about it, and a man who is completely ignorant about nearly everything and has no idea what he believes other than his dick is apparently satisfactory, as is the size of his orange little hands, I thought the Libertarian Party was a viable choice.
At least I wouldn’t need a shower in boiling Listerine after casting my vote, right?
The LP in all its retardery decided to pander to so-called “moderates” this year by nominating a gun-grabbing, Constitution-shredding, shriveled up nutsack as its Vice Presidential nominee.
Bill *spit* Weld.
Historically a gun grabbing asshole, who has as little respect for property rights as he does for the Second Amendment, has wormed his way onto the ballot, promising not to betray Libertarian ideals and swearing his views have evolved. Well, he betrayed that promise about five minutes after securing the nomination.
Here’s what this infected testicle had to say about gun rights.
Wants to deprive people of their right to keep and bear arms without due process? No problem.
Evil “assault” rifles? Check.
I was willing to put up with a lot from the LP this year, given the assclownery that has been the hallmark of the two major parties this year. Gary Johnson is far from perfect. Very inexperienced when it comes to national security and foreign policy, which is particularly important to me this year. But that said, I’ve met Gary, and I’ve spoken to him. He’s willing to listen and learn and even change his views if a good case is presented! I was willing to accept that.
But Weld? No way. If anything happens to Gary, this fetid yambag becomes POTUS?
If I want a statist in the White House, I’ll vote for one of the major party candidates.
So screw the LP, and screw Weld. I was willing to put up with a lot, but not this.
Looks like I’m writing in SMOD 2016.
The following post was written by the wife of an Army buddy of mine. These are her thoughts. These are her emotions.
These thoughts are not partisan in nature, nor are they impugning either of the repulsive characters involved in the Khan saga.
My friend is a Soldier. He was there when Humayun Khan sacrificed his life. He saw that sacrifice in raw and vivid detail. His wife says he’s been having a difficult time with all this. Every time he sees another exploitative story, according to her, he gets upset.
I haven’t said a word about the Democrats shameful use of this Gold Star family’s tragedy as a political tool in their convention. Nor have I said anything about Donald Trumps equally shameful subsequent attacks on the parents.
Both are equally repugnant, and I would urge every reader to put aside their hatred for either or both candidates, read these thoughts and consider where we are as a country. Is this the best we can be?
This post isn’t about what I feel. It is the voice of another – a voice that needs to be heard.
It’s an election year and the internet world is buzzing. People are snarling and growling at each other like so many monsters while hidden behind cyber veils of anonymity. Every action and every word of the candidates are being dissected, torn apart, and re-imagined to suit whatever agenda is being served.
It is an absolute muckraking mess. I customarily try to avoid these things and stay in my bubble so that I can enjoy my life.
Unfortunately, I have been shoved so far into the political toilet this week, that I am barely afloat. I find myself up, late at night, writing this because someone needs to address this issue.
No this has nothing to do with women’s rights, or my uterus, or gay rights, or transgender rights, or any of the hot button issues that you may think would concern a young woman. Instead it boils down to one simple fact – one simple moral principle that seems to have been lost on the media, the masses, and the political parties, in what can only be described as a feeding frenzy.
Capitalizing on the death of a soldier and the pain of his family for political gain is NOT OK.
I’m sure that you have all watched it. The parents of the late Army Captain Humayun Khan stood up at the Democratic National Convention and encouraged voters to vote Democrat, with Mrs. Khan standing strong next to her husband – a mother’s pain and anguish clear on her face. You heard the cheers as the camera panned out over a tearful, diverse and thoroughly patriotic audience who were fired up with the passion of purpose. It was all very heartwarming.
Except that it wasn’t heartwarming at all.
What you didn’t see were the Soldiers who served with Captain Khan as they struggled to cope.
What you didn’t see were their faces going pale as the memories re-emerged.
What you didn’t see was the anger when they realized that one of their own was being used posthumously as a prop to support a politician.
You didn’t see the rage when they realized the pain of Captain Khan’s parents was being exploited, or the abject disgust at the raging media circus that has ensued.
You haven’t seen their faces crumple with an abject sense of helplessness, as the name of a hero whom they hold in the highest regard has been dragged through the dirt by politicians and the media.
Please don’t misunderstand me, I am sure that Captain Khan’s parents really only spoke with the best of intentions. I’m positive that they never would have thought that the American media and the American public could be so heartless when speaking of their deceased son. What has been said and done in the name of politics is appalling. I hold the family of Captain Khan in the highest regard.
Now before you stop reading and think that I’m just being some preachy opinionated internet keyboard warrior, I should tell you how I arrived at my view of this fiasco.
On June 8, 2004 Captain Humayun Khan took a Humvee to the entrance of FOB Warhorse. He greeted the gate guards, made conversation with them, and stepped outside to address some locals. It was his day off, but he was at the gate that day when he should have been resting. I have been told that he was meeting with local Iraqis to help them form a neighborhood watch program. A scant few minutes later there was a loud explosion. The guards at the gate were blown into the Hesco barriers by the force of the blast. They suffered ruptured eardrums and a myriad of other injuries.
One of those guards who greeted Captain Khan shortly before he stepped outside the FOB for the last time is my husband.
That was the day that Captain Khan died while saving my husband’s life.
That was the day that a man I never met ensured my future by giving up his own.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him. Every time my daughter smiles, every time I hear my husband speak or crack a joke. Every single time we eat a family dinner or enjoy a movie Humayun Khan is there in the back of my mind.
Many of you saw a handsome young man’s face magnified on that screen. You saw the face of an American ideal, you saw the idea of a hero translated into a face.
I saw the face of a true warrior to whom I can never repay my debt. My husband saw the face of a brother in arms, a fellow soldier. He saw the face of a hero as well but he also saw the face of a human being and he remembered in vivid detail.
The general populace is detached. Many Americans only ever see neatly edited clips of war. For many war is a spectator sport. It is a glorious montage of patriotism and heroism that flashes across the screens of our televisions and our devices. Unfortunaly like most entertainments for the spectators it’s not real or solid in their minds.
Soldiers who serve don’t have that benefit; they get the full brutal reality. It is something that they live, see, hear, feel and smell. It is something that changes them. It is the memory that lurks and the bad dreams that torment. It is a never ending feeling and depository of memory.
For Captain Khan’s parents there are no words of gratitude that are appropriate and there are no words of sympathy powerful enough.
No one should ever have to be thanked for losing a child.
The question is where do we go from here? What’s done is done.
There is one thing we can do.
We can demand an apology from both the Democrats and the Republicans. We must remind the politicians that the stories of our honored dead are not theirs to use as they see fit. The valor of our heroes is not a commodity to be traded and capitalized on, and the pain of Gold Star family members is not and never should be a political crutch.
Our military families, Soldiers, veterans and our honored dead are the backbone of this nation. You shouldn’t have to be reminded to treat us with dignity and respect.
We are the citizens of a free nation founded by rebellious fathers. You will not tread on us.
My news feeds are overflowing with Melania Trump’s tits today. It’s a bit surreal, since I’m still a bit stoned on painkillers, so seeing her nude photos both by herself and with another nekkid chick is kind of making me feel funny – and not like climbing the rope in gym class funny, either. Just weird.
On one hand, a possible future First Lady being spanking material for horny teenage boys and half the military bases is pretty friggin’ inappropriate… and creepy.
Also, I’ll be honest here, the thought of her riding the two-inch hairy baloney pony and his post-coital smirk is making me nauseous enough to reach for the Zofran (the pills they gave me to prevent post-surgical nausea).
There’s a part of me that really wants to see some class in the White House, instead of the gold-accented, tacky, gold-toilet-seat-a-la-Saddam I have of a Trump presidency.
But at the same time, I just don’t care. She did what she did. She had a successful modeling career when she was young. Why should anyone give a damn?
Mostly, though, I don’t give a rat’s flying, rolling fuck because there are to worry about.
Like Trump’s lack of understanding about how NATO actually works.
Like his complete lack of knowledge and understanding about Putin’s actions in Crimea.
Like his idiotic campaign’s softening of the GOP platform on Ukraine.
Like his campaign manager’s seedy ties to former Ukrainian president and Putin crony Viktor Yanukovych.
Trade wars. Lack of understanding about economics and trade policy. The desire to force the military to target innocent family members of terrorists. The desire to deprive Americans of their Second Amendment rights without due process. Those issues concern me.
There are a lot of things to be concerned about with this candidate. Melania’s tits are not on that list, though.
Although the hypocrisy of promising to spend yet more government resources on a commission to examine the “harmful public health impact” of pornography is more than a little striking to me, I’ll admit. But overall, it’s just more big-government shit that makes this candidate even more unappealing.
And no, I’m not posting the photos. Use your Google-fu if you really want to see the tits.
I’m alive. I made it through surgery. Had some breathing issues post-op, so they kept me in the hospital a bit longer as a precaution. The procedure itself only lasted about an hour and a half, but then, all of a sudden, I wasn’t getting enough oxygen. For several hours. So, they kept me there longer on oxygen to ensure I didn’t die or anything.
I didn’t. But I’ve been on some great pain pills since. Also some anti-nausea stuff, which has been a Godsend, especially when combined with the anti-nausea patch they stuck behind my ear!
In other words, aside from massive amounts of pain, I’m good. Sort of stoned, but good. And sleeping a lot.
Now, on to news. Well, maybe not news. But this ran across my feed today.
Moments after Donald Trump took the stage on a college campus in Colorado Springs, he tore into what is really making America not so great.
“We have thousands of people in a room next door,” he said. “We have thousands of people trying to get in and we have a fire marshal that says ‘No, we can’t allow more people in.’”
Trump said it was “so unfair” to those who couldn’t make it inside the 1,500-capacity auditorium.
“They won’t let them in, and the reason they won’t let them in is because they don’t know what the hell they’re doing, that’s why,” Trump said to loud cheers. “That’s why our country has — hey, maybe they’re a Hillary person. Could that be the answer? Probably.”
Let’s start with the obvious. Trump is a fucking retard. His campaign didn’t book a venue large enough to hold the audience, and then they oversold the number of tickets, leaving the Fire Marshal to do his job and cap the number of people entering the auditorium.
But, of course, it’s never Trump’s fault. Ever. It’s not his campaign’s fault for handing out too many tickets. It’s not his fault for not booking a bigger venue.
No, the fault is, of course, with the Fire Marshal for doing his job and ensuring that the thousands of people who came to see him weren’t at risk.
And for this transgression, Brett Lacey MUST be a Democrat and a Hillary voter. He just MUST! There’s no other explanation for depriving the Great Hairy Hemorrhoid™ of what he’s obviously entitled to! Lacey MUST be a Democrat.
Except he’s not.
There are two Brett Laceys registered to vote in Colorado. One lives in Colorado Springs and was born in 1961, and is a registered Republican. The other one was born in 1991, and is a registered Libertarian.
In another article Lacey said he was a registered voter, but declined to give his party affiliation. The Colorado database was pretty easy to search.
Unlike Trump, who also called retired Marine General John Allen a failure, because Allen is not supporting his candidacy, Brett Lacey has some class.
After being called out several times by the hairy bag of douche, he merely said the following:
“There’s an old adage that when a fire marshal walks into a room, milk curdles. So because we’re always looking out for public safety and trying to make certain venues go off successfully and safely sometimes there are people that aren’t very happy with some of the rules and regulations were required to enforce. But it doesn’t bother me at all,” he said.
That’s called class. Perhaps Trump should learn some.
Remember yesterday, when I left a few thoughts on the Trump campaign and the GOP’s relationship with Russia?
The primary season culminated with the Trump campaign ensuring that the GOP platform didn’t include weapons aid to Ukraine against continued Russian aggression, while Trump publicly threatened NATO with gutting the Article 5 collective security guarantee. (Let’s remember why NATO was created in the first place, eh?)
The New York Times did an interesting piece this morning on this very issue that makes some very salient points.
As many of you know, WikiLeaks has released thousands of DNC emails obtained by hackers, showing the Democratic Party’s efforts to subvert the Sanders campaign in favor of Hillary Clinton. These stolen emails from the Democratic National Committee’s computer servers, have embarrassed Democratic leaders and caused party chairhag Debbie Wasserman-Schultz to resign (only to be rehired by the Clinton campaign – how’s THAT for corruption?)
The release also has intensified discussion of the role of Russian intelligence agencies in disrupting the 2016 campaign.
Proving the source of a cyberattack is notoriously difficult. But researchers have concluded that the national committee was breached by two Russian intelligence agencies, which were the same attackers behind previous Russian cyberoperations at the White House, the State Department and the Joint Chiefs of Staff last year. And metadata from the released emails suggests that the documents passed through Russian computers. Though a hacker claimed responsibility for giving the emails to WikiLeaks, the same agencies are the prime suspects. Whether the thefts were ordered by Mr. Putin, or just carried out by apparatchiks who thought they might please him, is anyone’s guess.
On Sunday morning, the issue erupted, as Mrs. Clinton’s campaign manager, Robby Mook, argued on ABC’s “This Week” that the emails were leaked “by the Russians for the purpose of helping Donald Trump” citing “experts” but offering no other evidence. Mr. Mook also suggested that the Russians might have good reason to support Mr. Trump: The Republican nominee indicated in an interview with The New York Times last week that he might not back NATO nations if they came under attack from Russia — unless he was first convinced that the countries had made sufficient contributions to the Atlantic alliance.
Now, whether the emails were stolen by the Russians, or not is irrelevant when it comes to the issue of corruption within the Democratic Party that was revealed in those emails. That’s just a red herring by Mook to draw attention away from the fact that the DNC apparently actively tried to sabotage Bernie Sanders and subvert the democratic process.
As corrupt and disgusting as the DNC is, this is a separate issue from the one I discussed briefly yesterday, which is the interesting, and (I assess) dangerous relationship between the Trump campaign and Russia.
This is a revelation that, if true, will have serious repercussions on our foreign policy and our national security interests abroad, especially when coupled with the ass loads of Russian money Paul Manafort has been sucking up from his Putin crony buddies, the Trump/Putin mutual admiration society, and Trump’s promise to gut the Article 5 collective security guarantee.
That scares me.