by Burt Prelutsky
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When I watched President Trump address the crowd in Elkhart, Indiana, I saw a connection to, of all things, Minnie Marx’s brood of madcap hellions, Groucho, Harpo and Chico.

Before you conclude that I have taken total leave of my senses, I’ll remind you, as the Spanish surrealist, Salvador Dali, once remarked: “The sole difference between myself and a madman is the fact that I am not mad.”

When Trump holds one of his rallies, his intention isn’t simply to rev up his base, taunt the media and give us a few laughs at the expense of the media. He is also gauging the crowd’s response to certain topics. He’s calculating if the Wall continues to be something his people care about; if they’ve personally experienced a benefit from the tax cuts; if they approve of his releasing us from the Paris Accords and the Iran deal; and even if they support his moving the U.S. embassy to Jerusalem.

The reason I liken his approach to the Marx Brothers is because before they would begin shooting one of their movies at MGM, the boys would test their routines on the road. The bits that got laughs outside L.A. would wind up in their movies. The set pieces that died onstage in Chicago or Denver would be buried and forgotten in Chicago or Denver.

What’s more, the people notice and recognize that when the President refers to the nation or the economy or even the 2016 election, Trump says our nation and our economy and even our victory, so unlike his arrogant predecessor who was so full of “I,” “me” and “mine,” that even when it came to the execution of Osama bin Laden, Barack liar-nObama made it sound as if he had joined the Navy Seals in repelling down from the helicopter and had personally led the charge up the stairs of the Pakistani villa, where he shot and killed the deranged architect of 9/11.

⦿  I don’t believe I am any more patriotic than any of you. However, when I listen to most of the politicians and federal functionaries in Washington, D.C. and consider the outrageous behavior of people like Chuck clown-Schumer, Nancy Puelosi, scum-Adam Schiff, mad-Maxine Waters, James Comey, Andrew McCabe, Peter Strzok, Lisa Page, James Clapper, John Brennan, Susan Rice and Samantha Powers, I can’t help thinking how contemptible it is that people who have been blessed to have been elected or appointed to serve this great country have chosen, instead, to betray everything for which she stands.

⦿  When I was younger and would hear people refer to California as “God’s country,” I assumed it was because it had such great weather; magnificent mountains, deserts and coastlines; and some of the richest and most fruitful farmland in the world. Today, when people continue to refer to it as God’s country, it’s only in recognition of Jerry Brown’s delusions of grandeur.

⦿  Considering the amount of lunacy in the air, it should be no great surprise that some people seem more terrified by the prospect of a trade war than one involving armies and perhaps even nukes. When it comes to trusting people to do what’s best for the American economy, it makes far more sense to me to trust a guy who has made billions of dollars duking it out in the real world with construction unions, building inspectors and mobsters, than a bunch of half-baked mediocrities who have devoted their lives to running for public office.

It occurs to me that the same crowd that was certain that Trump was going to land us in a nuclear war with North Korea are now terrified that China and the EU are going to demolish our economy because Trump is calling for tariffs on steel and aluminum and demanding a re-do on treaties like NAFTA and TPP. 

As I see it, when one side has been right about removing job-destroying regulations, building a wall and confronting Little Rocket Man, and the other side has been wrong about, well, everything, it would seem to make a great more sense to string along with Trump.

⦿  It sometimes occurs to me that I might well be the exception to the rule when it comes to American heterosexual males. For openers, I hate watching football and basketball. I have only liked a handful of westerns in my life. I prefer songs from the Great American Songbook Gershwin, Porter, Berlin, Rogers, Kern, Loesser to nearly everything that has come along in the meantime.

Most telling of all, I even hate driving. But for that, I can at least fix the blame. It’s all because of my father, who decided for some peculiar reason that he was the ideal driving instructor.

It was a Sunday morning late in my 15th year when he took me out to prepare me for my driver’s test. It started out innocently enough. He had me drive around the empty parking lot of a local supermarket.

He then had me drive over to Sunset Boulevard and turn west. The famous street has a lot more hair-pin turns than you might imagine if you have only experienced it watching Billy Wilder’s homage to silent movie legends.

As scary as that was, my dad then directed me to turn onto Beverly Glen, which has more twists than a pretzel, and drive into the San Fernando Valley, which I barely knew existed at the time. My relatives all lived on the city side of the hill, so I only had this vague impression that once you came down on the other side, you might be within sight of San Francisco.

My dad, who was either a sadist or a masochist or a weird Russian-Jewish combination of the two, then had me drive north or is it west? on Ventura Blvd., the main thoroughfare in the Valley. But, apparently, my dad bored quickly once I didn’t appear to be placing our lives in jeopardy, so he then had me drive through the canyon until we hit Pacific Coast Highway, which by then was thick with fast-moving traffic.

By the time crazy Sam Prelutsky finally decided that I had mastered the basic principles and directed us homeward, I felt as if I had driven across the continent, at times while drunk and blindfolded.

It may be my imagination or a faulty memory, but I seem to recall that by the time I finally pulled into the driveway, he had to pry my icy cold fingers off the steering wheel.

I do recall thinking that my trusty old Schwinn bicycle had served me well up to that time and fervently wished that we lived in a small town where it might remain my main mode of transportation. But, alas, I passed the driving test a month or so later and have dreaded driving for the last 62 years.

By now, I have no doubt that in this car-crazy society of ours, some of you are questioning not whether I am an American male, but whether I was lying when I claimed to be heterosexual. 
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 Kavanaugh Accuser Donated   To Hillary Clinton  10 Times,  60+ Liberal Groups 

Reportedly attempted to conceal political activity by scrubbing social media accounts

Over the weekend, a name and face were added to the previously anonymous sexual assault allegation against Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh, which is now threatening to derail his nomination. Those looking to obstruct Kavanaugh’s confirmation certainly saved their best for last, as the prior attempts included pathetic stunts such as:

– Claiming to file perjury charges against Kavanaugh, which only Jeff Sessions would have the ability to file.

– Packing the hearings with hysterical protesters, resulting in hundreds of arrests.

– Threatening female Republicans with extortion.

– Cory Booker comparing himself to Spartacus, the escaped slave who led a revolt against the Romans.

The identity of the accuser was revealed as Christine Blasey Ford, who has agreed testify before the Senate Judiciary Committee. Ford reportedly made the allegations back in July in a letter to Senator Dianne Feinstein, and Feinstein waited until it was close to the vote to confirm Kavanaugh before making the accusations public.

There’s a record of Ford making the accusation in a 2012 therapy session, though Kavanaugh isn’t named in the session notes that Ford gave to the press. Ford alleges that in the early 1980s, Kavanaugh entered a room drunk, pinned her to a bed, and groped her over her clothing. Kavanaugh “categorically denied” the allegations.View image on Twitter

Fin Gomez @finnygo   NEW: Statement from Judge Brett Kavanaugh:

There is a slight discrepancy in the account Ford provided in her letter to Feinstein and in her therapist’s notes, but that could simply be due to an error on her therapists part.

There are however some other questions that need to be answered which call into question Ford’s motives.

As Grabien reported, they include:

1. Why Ford deleted her public social media accounts before revealing herself.

Ford deleted all of her public social media before she came forward, making it difficult to see the advocacy and partisanship she was engaged in the time leading up to her making her allegation public. Of course, Ford may simply value her privacy, but the act of deleting her public postings will inevitably make some wonder what she didn’t want seen.

2. That Ford may have an unrelated grudge against Kavanaugh, as his mother, once a circuit court judge, ruled against Ford’s parents.

In August 1996, Christine Blasey Ford’s parents, Paula and Ralph Blasey, were foreclosed upon. Kavanaugh’s mom, Martha, was then serving as a judge on the Montgomery Country Circuit Court, and she ruled against Christine Ford’s parents.

3. That Ford is a Democrat who donates to left-wing causes, attended the anti-Trump March for Science, and previously signed an open letter challenging Trump’s border policy.

Ford is a political activist who has made dozens of donations to left-wing causes. According to OpenSecrets, she has made more than 60 donations to liberal causes, with almost four dozen to the pro-abortion group, Emily’s List, alone. Ford also donated to the DNC, Hillary Clinton (more than 10 times), Bernie Sanders, and the progressive organizing group ActBlue.

Ford likewise attended the anti-Trump March for Science, where she wore a hat knitted like a human brain, but inspired by the feminist “pussy hats” worn at the Women’s Marches. Ford also added her name to an open letter from health professionals who argued the U.S. border policy resulting in temporary separation of some families was harmful to children’s development.

There’s no statute of limitations on sexual assault in Maryland, where she claims that the assault happened. Rather than go to the police, Ford went to Dianne Feinstein. If her accusations are true, she should immediately file a police report against Kavanaugh and take him to trial. If she doesn’t, perhaps that’s because she knows the consequences of filing a false police report.

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