January 31, 2018, - 10:57 am
Trump’s State Of The Union & the Gross, Sweaty Kennedy Response
A few words about President Trump’s State Of The Union address, last night. Methinks the liberal media wasn’t listening to the same speech I heard. It was one of the most moving, Reaganesque speeches I’ve heard in years (with a few objectionable exceptions). And then there was the sweaty Kennedy Jr. response, which had echoes of Nixon in the famous Nixon-Kennedy Debate.
Last night, I heard Donald Trump hit all the right notes. Whoever wrote that speech, did a masterful job. The naysayers in the media who called it divisive and “too long” are the same ones who did verbal Lewinskys after every Obama yawnfest. For a “long” speech, I thought it went by very quickly because it was so good and so well-delivered by Trump.
The President spoke of the economy he revved up with tax cuts . . . something Ronald Reagan did in his first term, but not in the first year (not even close). He talked about all the pay raises, manufacturing jobs and plants coming back to America, and the Detroit comeback (which I’ve seen firsthand, though Detroit has a long–decades-long–way to go). Trump talked about our veterans getting choice in healthcare, about eliminating the ObamaCare individual mandate–a statist tax that crushes America’s middle class. He spoke of many, many things he’s done to make America great again . . . or at least on our way there.
Trump talked about American sovereignty and how he wants to stop foreign aid to countries that disrespect us in the U.N. That’s a policy that’s long overdue. I’m glad he reinforced America’s right to recognize Israel’s capital and the eternal capital of the Jewish people, Jerusalem. Trump talked about our “defeat” of ISIS. And, yes, it is true that ISIS has lost almost all significant ground in Syria and Iraq, but it is strong throughout the world with its random terrorist attacks targeted against Westerners. So ISIS is not defeated. Not even close.
To me, the most moving parts were the recognition of the “Lenny Skutniks” (so named because Ronald Reagan was the first President to use the State of the Union to highlight special Americans who were his guests in the House balcony–the heroic Lenny Skutnik jumped into the freezing Potomac River in the dead of winter to rescue Americans whose plane had just crashed there).
I was most moved by Ji Seong-ho, the North Korean defector and amputee who escaped on his crutches and now helps others defect. He is a true survivor and a hero. His story moved me to tears. What an incredible person! No, he’s not American, but he is in spirit.
And although I feel that any American who goes to North Korea “for a tour” is stupid–and then vandalizes some banner there on top of it, making the person even more of a moron who took an incredible risk with very bad odds–I felt very bad for the parents of Otto Warmbier. You could feel their pain and their tears brought at least one to my eye.
I was also moved by the grieving parents of the two girls who were murdered by illegal aliens in MS-13. But I felt that the message might have been lost on even the President, as he then pushed for “a path to citizenship” for the so-called DREAMers of DACA. There were only supposed to be 600,000 or so left on DACA, and Republicans hadn’t even been considering citizenship for them. Now Trump wants to expand it to the 1.8 million–many of whom are not covered by DACA (because they have significant criminal behavior in their records or because of other important negative factors)–and put them at the front of the line. Uh, no thank you.
I also hated his pimping of “paid leave” for parents. No. You want to have kids, that’s your choice. Don’t put it on employers to raise your family. That hurts small businesses the most and forces them to cut jobs. We are not Europe. Stop trying to be like that Madonna-obsessed soon to be Dar-al-Islam. You just bragged about cutting taxes and regulations, bringing jobs back to America, and improving our economy. Paid leave does the opposite of all these things. It’s a job-killer, a business killer, an innovation killer. Period.
I wanted to believe in and agree with Trump’s statement toward the end of the speech: that we have American values that make us strong and make us able to come back from and beat anything. I’m not so sure about that anymore. I don’t think all of America stands for the same thing. In fact, I think there are far too many in our midst who are self-hating and don’t identify with “American values” of “liberal democracy.” They think everything America does is the worst and want us to fall.
And speaking of that . . . there were the Democrats–the hags in Black, the Blacks in African garb (who nevertheless prefer this “sh-thole” country to the ones from which they were sold into slavery by Muslim Arabs), and other bitter-looking shrews (female AND male). Who could miss the things they did NOT stand up for or even give a tiny bit of applause: giving veterans healthcare choice–nope they don’t want that; not telegraphing our plans to the Taliban in advance–I guess the Dems want them to know and to bomb our military personnel to oblivion or to many missing limbs and deformities; allowing Americans who are dying, to try experimental treatments immediately, without government obstacles–Let Them DIE! say the Dems, so no clapping for that either; jobs back in America–the Dems want Americans unemployed and dependent on them for handouts, I guess.
I noted the behavior of the uber-annoying, pretentious, arrogant-ette Debbie Dingell-ing (or as some of my friends call her, Dingellberry; but I prefer what this most self-indignant woman on Earth is: just a dingaling). When Trump spoke of Detroit’s comeback and all of the plants that are moving to Michigan, she just sat there in her ugly Black mourning garb. Um, her district is filled with auto plants and auto suppliers and union workers breaking their backs on the line, every single day. And also, many of them who are unemployed and looking for work. I guess she wants them at home on welfare. Whatta bitch. But, then, anyone who’s ever met her has known that about her for years. Tell me something I didn’t know.
One other thing: I found it odd and a bit unsettling that Melania Trump arrived with her own motorcade, separate and apart from the President. I get that she’s upset about the Stormy Daniels stories, but she knew whom she was marrying. His personal life isn’t exactly a secret. You’re married to the guy, he’s the President and the chief of the Free World. Do the classy thing and ride in his limo, lady. You weren’t on my ballot. He was. When you’re in the same town going to the same event at the same time, don’t do some silly feminist “Time’s Up–My Own Limo” move to embarrass your husband publicly to the world or make some other feminist statement. This isn’t The Real Housewives or the Grammies. This is serious business.
And then there’s that sweaty, strange redheaded kid the Democrats rounded up and corralled away from some frat house, for their response. I have news for them: Millennials don’t care about the Kennedys and Camelot. They don’t remember them. Sorry. This Frankennedystein with the high forehead and Jay Leno jaw didn’t cut it. He wasn’t ready for prime time. Yeah, I get that this guy–Joseph Kennedy–is the grandson of Robert Kennedy. But nobody south of 70 cares. Just sayin’. And by the way, this is America. We got rid of royal families and inheritances of power in 1776. And we got rid of it again when we rejected (for a second time) the second Clinton who wanted to be Prez.
And his delivery was awful. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears with every sentence. I couldn’t tell whether he was shrieking or lecturing me or a combination of both. Either way, I didn’t like this young Kennedy–who, in his late 30s, has never worked a day in his life–telling me anything about the world. Stick to what you know: a lavish Martha’s Vineyard compound. And that’s all you know.
Was that white saliva coming out of both corners of his mouth or just the logical ravine of the sweat dripping from his forehead on its way down. Ah, so that’s what they mean by trickle-down economics. The stuff coming out of the sides of his mouth reminded me of a villain in the movies who has just taken a cyanide pill to avoid being captured by the good guys and facing justice. Like I said, this guy was assuming the role of Nixon in that debate against JFK, this guy’s great-uncle. And Nixon had nothing on him, in the facial sweat gland department. “Sweaty Kennedy”–it sounds like a new hipster garage band.
Finally, I note they had this guy standing on some sort of stage with an audience–a stage and an audience that resemble that of Saturday Night Live. And his performance did look like a bad, humorless SNL parody of some politician wannabe.
So, to sum up: Trump, Presidential and moving. Kennedy, a sweaty mess–Camelot is over. America is becoming great again. To the extent it can be at this point.
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Another thing (yeah, I’m like Columbo): I noted that the unemployed halal Donut King, Chris HAMAS Christie, now has a job. The beached whale was on ABC News last night along with his fellow liberal “Republican” beached whale-ette, Meghan McStain, trashing the speech. Um, who didn’t win a single state for Prez? And who won? I rest my case. Go get a donut, sore loser. This guy couldn’t even get hired in New York sports talk radio. But ABC News bailed him out. Soooo typical.
Tags: State of the Union, Trump
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Alfredo from Puerto Rico on January 31, 2018 at 11:12 am