When will the bloom on the PDJT rose fade for Lex?

The short answer is, never.  The short reason is, the alternative to PDJT was PSTH (President Shrillda the Hutt).  So no, the bloom will not fade.  As the matter of fact, I still get satisfaction recalling the evening of Nov 8^th.  It was glorious.

There’s also the stuff that PDJT has accomplished: Gorsuch, TPP, Dakota/Keystone pipelines, border security, ending regulation and most importantly exposing the Rat establishment Republican Party for the duplicitous, lying scumbags that they are.

I’m supposed to be mad at PDJT for agreeing with Dopes to extend the debt ceiling for only 3 months?  ReRs are outraged because they will have deal with the issue again just before Christmas.  The ReRs wanted an 18 month extension so that it would take the weasels past the mid-term elections. I want to get the azzweasels on record 3 or 4 times before the mid-terms.  I want to get as many of them primaried as possible.  I want as many of the ReR swamp creatures gone – a la Eric Cantor - in the 1^st round of elections.

Why am I supposed to be PO’d at PDJT for working with the Dopes on this one issue, when the ReR have been caving to them for as long as can remember?

There’s a simple therapy for Ann Coulter and others frustrated with PDJT.  Consider the alternative. You’ll feel better instantly.

  

“The Comeback” a better title for Shrillda the Hutt’s book
The Hutt’s book seems to be a compendium of what she should have said.  Like, the long excerpt about the Hutt telling PDJT to “back off creep” making the rounds a week or so back.  Of course, when presented the opportunity, she didn’t say any such thing.

We’ve all had such experiences.  We think of what we “should have said” at the party the morning after the party.  There’s a Seinfeld episode on the subject.  George gets used at meeting by a co-worker.  So he sets up an elaborate meting just so he can deliver a pretty lame comeback. 

Here’s the Wiki explanation of George’s comeback:
George Costanza has a conflict with one of his coworkers at the New York Yankees named Reilly (Joel Polis). When Reilly notices George stuffing himself with shrimp cocktail at a meeting, he remarks: "Hey George, the ocean called; they're running out of shrimp." Slow-witted George cannot think of a comeback until later, while driving to the tennis club to meet Jerry. His comeback is: "Well, the Jerk Store called, and they're running out of you." George becomes obsessed with recreating the encounter so that he can make use of his comeback.

Jerry, Elaine and Kramer disapprove of "jerk store" as a comeback mainly because "there are no jerk stores." Elaine suggests, "Your cranium called. It's got some space to rent." Jerry offers, "The zoo called. You're due back by six." Kramer finally suggests that George simply tell Reilly that he had sex with his wife.

After discovering that Reilly has changed jobs to Firestone in Akron, Ohio, George flies there to attend the meeting, and brings a tray of shrimp just to try out the jerk store line. When he says it, Reilly simply shoots back with "What's the difference? You're their all-time best seller." George, fumbling for words, ends up using Kramer's line, "Yeah? Well I had sex with your wife!" He is then told that Reilly's wife is in a coma.

During the end credits, George is seen driving away from the airport back in New York, muttering to himself that he could not think of another comeback, when he utters, "The life support machine called...", and after having thought up a new comeback, in an ecstatic fit, whips his car into a U-turn to head back to the airport and fly back to Akron while yelling out "You're meat, Reilly! You just screwed yourself!"

It's pretty funny stuff.  At one point Jerry tells George his comeback is stupid.  George protests claiming the retort is “smart.”  

Well I guess Shrillda the Hutt’s new book could use a name change. Instead of “What Happened” it should be called “The Comeback.” 

The book proves that Shrillda the Hutt is the George Costanza of American politics; a slow-witted, dull, self-absorbed, know-nothing.

Popeyes employees brawl
Yup.  Just what you’d expect. 

Profiling is not racist
Just because you can guess who’s involved in an incident by the headline does not mean you’re a racist.  When I see a case of incest, I’m pretty sure it involves toothless trailer dwelling white trash.  When I read about a one pot meth lab being busted somewhere, I’m pretty sure it is the same set of white trash.  When I read about a fraud or embezzling case the perp is likely to be some punk white guy.

Stereotypes become stereotypes for a reason. A brawl at a fast food fried chicken store – please.  It’s way too easy.  Just like a riot at the local private golf club is most likely to involve drunk out of shape white guys wearing ugly trousers. 

It’s not racist to be observant.  Or is it?

Bannon channels Lex on Catholic response to illegal immigration (and refugees by the way)