Absolutely no one believes that Vice-president Kamala Harris is up to the job of stepping-in when “Joe Biden” gets bum-rushed out of the White House. Nor, I’m sure, are they willing to force her to resign hastily without a substitute vice-president (say, Gavin Newsom) in place — a cumbersome process that requires approval by both the House and Senate (with the Senate split 50-50 and no vice-president to preside over the body with a tie-breaking vote). But if Harris were flat-out forced to resign, then Speaker of the House Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) would automatically become president.
Mr. McCarthy is, arguably, just another houseboy of the now-heinous administrative state (or deep state, or permanent bureaucracy, or blob, as it’s sometimes called). But he is not a Democrat, and is subject to the fractious pressures in the Republican Party, and could plausibly be induced to fire-and-replace post-haste the whole honking host of seditious rogues running the executive agencies — from AG Merrick Garland, to FBI Director Chris Wray, Homeland Security Secretary Mayorkas, Treasury Secretary Yellen… every last one of them — which could even lead to prosecutions of these scoundrels.
“could plausibly be induced”
It >is< nice to dream … but these are Republicans taking action you're speaking of.
I still recall a bumper sticker from the 80s : "I feel so much better since I gave up hope"
Casey KlahnJune 21, 2023, 7:34 AM
It’s unimaginable to me how people can see national guard summer training and go ape-shit over it. Get a grip, people.
I did see Air Force One, or its twin, go overhead the other day by the AF base – the second time I’ve seen it there; the first having been during the reign of Obama. Then later found out the dipshitincharge is in San Fran doing dipshit stuff.
My take-away from your comment is how badly we need the politicians to all roll up and disappear from the national stage and yesterday wouldn’t be too soon. We need citizen-leaders; Trump has been the template of that.
LadyBikkiJune 19, 2023, 4:22 PM
I miss him.
I still lurk….waiting and watching but mostly…I miss him
LadyBikkiJune 19, 2023, 4:22 PM
I miss him.
I still lurk….waiting and watching but mostly…I miss him
DTJune 19, 2023, 5:00 PM
We all do … though ghostsniper can rise to the occasion with a story when he’s a mind to.
azlibertarianJune 20, 2023, 8:35 AM
Yeah, me too, and I’ve said as much in the past. I kinda like to believe that Gerard still watches over us, sometimes with a raised eyebrow and at other times with a smirk, but rarely intruding on those of us who comment on his pages.
My dad’s parents were born in 1908. I grew up spending every possible minute with them on the farm. Why wouldn’t I? Papaw let me run loose at the age of 12 with a single shot .410 and the keys to the 1963 Ford pickup. When it was too hot to traipse the woods or joyride in the truck, I’d spend my time on the porch asking my Nana questions about her childhood. Even at that young age, I knew that my grandparents had seen the world go from horse and buggy to space travel. I wanted to preserve all of the memories that I could. Nana had 13 siblings. One of her brothers was called “Sweatbee”. I never heard her refer to him by any other name. One afternoon, I asked her why he was called Sweatbee. We were breaking beans and she never missed a beat as she told me the origins of his moniker. Now, they grew up in rural Southern Appalachia (pronounced apple-at-cha upon pain of death, or at least ridicule). Most babies were birthed at home and boys were rarely circumcised…they sported “turtlenecks”, so to speak. They had a swimming hole near the homestead and all the boys in the area would wind up there on hot days. Of course, nobody had a bathing suit. They just skinny dipped and dried themselves in the sun on a rock or creekbank. One of the things they’d do while sunning themselves was to make a competition of “capping gnats” by waiting until one came into range and they’d “cap” it by running their “turtleneck” up and trapping it. Maybe you can see where this is going…I think, mainly, it was a good excuse for young teen boys to pull their puds. So, as you may have guessed, Uncle Sweatbee capped a sweatbee. And, he never lived down the name. He was hit and killed by a Greyhound bus. He was a drinker and they suspect he was under the influence and stumbled into the bus path as he walked along the road.
So, now you know about capping gnats on a hot summer day. Not that you wanted to know.
Nana had a lot of good (sometimes ribald) jokes that she would tell, too. Maybe I’ll share one of those after y’all have recovered from the shock of cappin’ gnats.
ghostsniperJune 20, 2023, 1:29 PM
Oh dear, he went there.
It’s a short jaunt from cappn’ gnats to bustin’ nutz.
Mike SeyleJune 20, 2023, 4:13 PM
Blessed with a good imagination, I pictured the entire scene. It spurred me to think of a trick I played on a friend, but I’m yielding to this capping gnats episode and won’t compete. Bravo! A tale worthy of Gerard’s readers.
Casey KlahnJune 21, 2023, 7:28 AM
The world has changed and for the worst. When you could trust your friends to not queer-up a fine event like adolescent swimming days. General Smith’s story is pre-queer and another world away.
Now when my wife is forced to shop at Target because my daughter asks to go there, I tell her the best course of action if she must pee is to do it in the janitor’s closet. It’s safe, and entirely justified.
AnneJune 20, 2023, 10:29 PM
I can see him leaning back and laughing at that one! He would have loved it!
I miss him too. Cruising around the internet I can find good reporters writing about a current political situation, but I can never feel the depth of understanding, or the scholarship, or the command of language–most importantly I cannot feel the love !
Good morning. My work with my late friend Pete Hampton’s show is now on line at Arkhaven Comics. Introduction, and First Story (part one) debut today. New episodes up every Wednesday. Come have a look at The Lost Era Transcripts. https://www.arkhaven.com/
JWM
ghostsniperJune 21, 2023, 9:35 AM
Nice. Looking forward to the next edition.
BTW, who’s the blonde chick?
In the old photo of Pete from the introduction? Not a clue.
That was the best pic of Pete that I could find. I know it was somewhere in La Habra, some time in the 70’s, no doubt, in the winter, but that’s about it.
The Transcripts got a nice send off from the boss over at Vox Popoli. I am just all kinds of excited over this.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
Comments on this entry are closed.
Just made my desktop back picture.
Absolutely no one believes that Vice-president Kamala Harris is up to the job of stepping-in when “Joe Biden” gets bum-rushed out of the White House. Nor, I’m sure, are they willing to force her to resign hastily without a substitute vice-president (say, Gavin Newsom) in place — a cumbersome process that requires approval by both the House and Senate (with the Senate split 50-50 and no vice-president to preside over the body with a tie-breaking vote). But if Harris were flat-out forced to resign, then Speaker of the House Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) would automatically become president.
Mr. McCarthy is, arguably, just another houseboy of the now-heinous administrative state (or deep state, or permanent bureaucracy, or blob, as it’s sometimes called). But he is not a Democrat, and is subject to the fractious pressures in the Republican Party, and could plausibly be induced to fire-and-replace post-haste the whole honking host of seditious rogues running the executive agencies — from AG Merrick Garland, to FBI Director Chris Wray, Homeland Security Secretary Mayorkas, Treasury Secretary Yellen… every last one of them — which could even lead to prosecutions of these scoundrels.
https://kunstler.com/clusterfuck-nation/strange-days/
“could plausibly be induced”
It >is< nice to dream … but these are Republicans taking action you're speaking of.
I still recall a bumper sticker from the 80s : "I feel so much better since I gave up hope"
It’s unimaginable to me how people can see national guard summer training and go ape-shit over it. Get a grip, people.
I did see Air Force One, or its twin, go overhead the other day by the AF base – the second time I’ve seen it there; the first having been during the reign of Obama. Then later found out the dipshitincharge is in San Fran doing dipshit stuff.
My take-away from your comment is how badly we need the politicians to all roll up and disappear from the national stage and yesterday wouldn’t be too soon. We need citizen-leaders; Trump has been the template of that.
I miss him.
I still lurk….waiting and watching but mostly…I miss him
I miss him.
I still lurk….waiting and watching but mostly…I miss him
We all do … though ghostsniper can rise to the occasion with a story when he’s a mind to.
Yeah, me too, and I’ve said as much in the past. I kinda like to believe that Gerard still watches over us, sometimes with a raised eyebrow and at other times with a smirk, but rarely intruding on those of us who comment on his pages.
Agree
Capping Gnats on a Hot Summer Day:
My dad’s parents were born in 1908. I grew up spending every possible minute with them on the farm. Why wouldn’t I? Papaw let me run loose at the age of 12 with a single shot .410 and the keys to the 1963 Ford pickup. When it was too hot to traipse the woods or joyride in the truck, I’d spend my time on the porch asking my Nana questions about her childhood. Even at that young age, I knew that my grandparents had seen the world go from horse and buggy to space travel. I wanted to preserve all of the memories that I could. Nana had 13 siblings. One of her brothers was called “Sweatbee”. I never heard her refer to him by any other name. One afternoon, I asked her why he was called Sweatbee. We were breaking beans and she never missed a beat as she told me the origins of his moniker. Now, they grew up in rural Southern Appalachia (pronounced apple-at-cha upon pain of death, or at least ridicule). Most babies were birthed at home and boys were rarely circumcised…they sported “turtlenecks”, so to speak. They had a swimming hole near the homestead and all the boys in the area would wind up there on hot days. Of course, nobody had a bathing suit. They just skinny dipped and dried themselves in the sun on a rock or creekbank. One of the things they’d do while sunning themselves was to make a competition of “capping gnats” by waiting until one came into range and they’d “cap” it by running their “turtleneck” up and trapping it. Maybe you can see where this is going…I think, mainly, it was a good excuse for young teen boys to pull their puds. So, as you may have guessed, Uncle Sweatbee capped a sweatbee. And, he never lived down the name. He was hit and killed by a Greyhound bus. He was a drinker and they suspect he was under the influence and stumbled into the bus path as he walked along the road.
So, now you know about capping gnats on a hot summer day. Not that you wanted to know.
Nana had a lot of good (sometimes ribald) jokes that she would tell, too. Maybe I’ll share one of those after y’all have recovered from the shock of cappin’ gnats.
Oh dear, he went there.
It’s a short jaunt from cappn’ gnats to bustin’ nutz.
Blessed with a good imagination, I pictured the entire scene. It spurred me to think of a trick I played on a friend, but I’m yielding to this capping gnats episode and won’t compete. Bravo! A tale worthy of Gerard’s readers.
The world has changed and for the worst. When you could trust your friends to not queer-up a fine event like adolescent swimming days. General Smith’s story is pre-queer and another world away.
Now when my wife is forced to shop at Target because my daughter asks to go there, I tell her the best course of action if she must pee is to do it in the janitor’s closet. It’s safe, and entirely justified.
I can see him leaning back and laughing at that one! He would have loved it!
I miss him too. Cruising around the internet I can find good reporters writing about a current political situation, but I can never feel the depth of understanding, or the scholarship, or the command of language–most importantly I cannot feel the love !
Good morning. My work with my late friend Pete Hampton’s show is now on line at Arkhaven Comics. Introduction, and First Story (part one) debut today. New episodes up every Wednesday. Come have a look at The Lost Era Transcripts.
https://www.arkhaven.com/
JWM
Nice. Looking forward to the next edition.
BTW, who’s the blonde chick?
In the old photo of Pete from the introduction? Not a clue.
That was the best pic of Pete that I could find. I know it was somewhere in La Habra, some time in the 70’s, no doubt, in the winter, but that’s about it.
The Transcripts got a nice send off from the boss over at Vox Popoli. I am just all kinds of excited over this.
JWM
Yeah, I just seen it.
https://voxday.net/2023/06/21/wednesday-arktoons-68/
Wonderful! Thanks for sharing this link.
This, among other things, makes continued “lurking” worthwhile.