May 01, 2020 By: Juanita Jean Herownself Category: Uncategorized
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My name is Susan DuQuesnay Bankston. I live in Richmond, Texas, in the heart of Tom DeLay's old district. It's nuttier than squirrel poop here.
I am honored and privileged to know Miss Juanita Jean Herownself, hairdresser extraordinary and political maven. Since she does not have time to fiddle with this internet stuff, I type her website for her and you can read it if you want to. If you don't, she truly does not give a big bear's butt.
A lot of what I post here has to do with local politics, but you probably have the same folks in your local government.
This ain't a blog. Blogs are way too trendy for me. This is a professional political organization.
This joker is the poster child for the Michigan protestors Trump explicitly gave his support to. Another 25th amendment moment that should be called out by everyone in Congress. The reasons for his impeachment pale to his current actions.
1“Blue lives matter,” “all lives matter,” until those sovereign ‘citizen’ bad bunker boys who brag about having arms and supplies to sustain them for years are asked to sit at home for 2 weeks without access to their favorite bars to contain a highly lethal novel coronavirus. This current wave of soapclowns are seriously embarrassing those special snowflake Bundy boys. The latest round of Koch/Mercer sponsored AstroTurf soapholes best slow their role before they’re no longer welcome in the Republicon cone of crazy.
All of Covidiot* 45’s “best people” like that other ‘fine’ person who was convicted of murdering Heather Hyer and running down peaceful protestors with his vehicle. Tea Bagger, Freedumb Caucus or however this particular brand of Republicon choose to rebrand themselves, know this: they are less sane than the feral cattle on a Bundy ‘ranch’.
2If there are any souls in hell, it is because that is where they insist on being.
– W. H. Auden
‘Over our dead bodies’: Sen. Graham opposes added unemployment relief — COVID-19 death toll be damned
Edit: The concept of a living wage is apparently still unfathomable for South Carolina Republican Sen. Lindsey Graham, who on Wednesday promised he would do everything in his power to fight an extension of federal coronavirus relief that would give those who are unemployed an extra $600 a week, according to The Post and Courier. “I promise you over our dead bodies will this get reauthorized,” Graham said of himself and Republican Sen. Tim Scott. “We’ve got to stop this.”
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As though business leaders need convincing.
Graham was speaking to business leaders in the state when he made the promise regarding the Coronavirus Aid, Relief, and Economic Security (CARES) Act. “My dad owned a bar, a liquor store and a pool room. I have walked in your shoes,” he reportedly said. “If you pay people $23 an hour not to work, they will take you up on it. It doesn’t mean they’re lazy. It means if you offer them $23 an hour not to work, they’ll probably take that over $17 to go to work.”
Despite legislators passing the CARES Act earlier this month, the unprecedented number of claims resulting from the coronavirus pandemic has triggered processing delays and the legislation is set to expire July 31, according to The New York Times. It already doesn’t cover everyone in need. Despite states like Georgia and Tennessee prematurely ending stay-at-home orders and forcing employees back to work before doing so is safe, “voluntarily deciding to quit your job out of a general concern about exposure to COVID-19 does not make you eligible” for the unemployment relief, according to the U.S. Department of Labor.
https://www.alternet.org/2020/05/over-our-dead-bodies-sen-graham-opposes-added-unemployment-relief-covid-19-death-toll-be-damned/
3Yes, not the same as elites choking on a $50 billion dollar, free and clear tribute. And because our avarice is blessed among all the peoples we loathe who made us what we are.
4Sen Graham may have a point. He’s being paid $174,000/yr to not work, and he’s not willing to give up that not-job
5Arakasi, you made my day!
6And according to CNN, Mississippi’s Governor has decided to hold off on reopening. Because of the news. That new Coronavirus cases are still,,, you know,,, happening.
7What a great day for Tejas. We’ve officially got our heads further up our redneck policy driven asses than Mississippi.
That’s saying something.
The fact of the matter is that these Bozos represent a tiny, *tiny* fraction of the residents of their states. And they want to terrorize the rest of us with their display of firearms.
How is that compatible with the 1st amendment?
8Jane & PKM: ‘bad bunker boys who brag about having arms and supplies to sustain them for years are asked to sit at home for 2 weeks”…
You have totally captured the irony. Thank you. Here in NC, of course, one of the astroturf protest leaders admitted she led a protest in Raleigh last week knowing she was asymptomatic/positive for the virus. And these are the asses refusing to wear masks at the grocery store. It makes me itch.
Arakasi – I believe you win the internet today!
9And why aren’t these yahoos being impacted with nightsticks? They are infuriating.
10From what I hear, these guys are not likely associated with the people who beat the Blue Lives Matter meme. Rather, they are Bougaloos, committed to the idea that the government is already anti-liberty and expecting a race war. So they have always been anti-police.
11I remember when FDR’s “New Deal” pretty much prevented the USA from going Communist. The fat cats–faced with a (gasp) INCOME TAX for the first time–were horrified. They didn’t realize how lucky they were.
12WA Skeptic @ 10,
If they had been black or Hispanic, they would have bee shot dead or arrested and jailed.
13OOPS, bee should be been.
14Jane and PKM you absolutely nailed it.
15Has anyone in the cyber world identified this guy?
Someone should elbow his face.
16PARODY~ Fear and loathing at the White House: A journey into the heart of the American nightmare
(With apologies to my old friend, Hunter S. Thompson.)
Written by Lucian K. Truscott IV / Salon May 2, 2020
Edit: We were somewhere outside the Oval Office on the edge of the reality-based community when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like, “I feel a bit lightheaded, maybe you should lead the briefing today…” And suddenly there was a terrible roar and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving all around us, and a voice was screaming, “Holy Jesus! What are these goddamned animals?” and then I realized it was my voice, and the bats were coming out of my own mouth.
Then it was quiet again. My vice president had taken off his suit jacket and shirt and was ripping pages from his Bible and slapping them onto his bare chest to facilitate protection from the women in the Fake News media he knew would be ogling him. “What the hell are you yelling about?” he muttered, his eyes shifting nervously, looking for his wife, who he knew would be looming somewhere in the background protecting him. “Never mind,” I said, approaching the podium. No point in mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough if his wife doesn’t grab him by the ears and frog-march him away from women.
It was almost 6:00 p.m., and we still had another two hours to go. They would be tough hours, I knew from experience. Very soon we would be completely twisted up in yet another web of my lies and half-truths and outright lunacy, but there was no going back, and no time to rest. We would have to ride it out, just as we had done every day since the death toll forced these bloody briefings on us. The White House press was arrayed on the grassy lawn of the Rose Garden like a squad of Taliban terrorists, ready to attack, and the Task Force was lined up before them like a collection of performing penguins: Acting cabinet secretaries nobody has ever heard of, and Doctor Shoulder Scarf, so exhausted she looks like somebody took a two-by-four to her, and some pals of Lou Dobbs’, and a guy with a muskrat on his head who was on TV around the clock advertising pillows, and a couple of oil company oligarchs I personally threw in to boost their stock prices, and there appeared to be a frightened little dude with shaking hands down at the end of the row who I’d never seen before, and nobody seemed to know who he was, or what he did, but he looked a lot like Stephen Miller, so I let him stay.
We had just filed out of the Oval Office, from a meeting where we discussed what an incredible job I have been doing. It wasn’t easy coming up with new superlatives. The top of the Resolute Desk looked like a cross between a fast food drive-through and a police narcotics lab. There were two gigantic jugs of Adderall, six Big Macs, two tubs of KFC Extra Crispy, a case of hydroxychloroquine, three Quarter Pounders, six prescription bottles of Valtrex, four extra large cups of fries, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, exaggerators, laughers, screamers . . . Not that we needed all of that to confront the media, but once you get locked into a serious binge of prevaricating and lying and general ugliness, the tendency is to take it as far as you can.
“I know what you can tell them,” Jared shouted from the other end of the row as we took our positions. “We’ve achieved all the different milestones that are needed! The federal government rose to the challenge, and this is a great success story!”
That worthless little suckass! He stole my line!
The only thing that really worried me was my iPhone. There is nothing in the world more hopeless and irresponsible and depraved than a president in the depths of a Twitter binge, and I didn’t know how long I could go without seizing it in my fist and scrolling through the day’s QAnon retweets. I knew I’d be into that rotten stuff pretty soon…
Now! Pence is at the mic! “Because of your leadership, Mr. President, our success has been due to you, Mr. President, and I can’t thank you enough for the way you have confronted this invisible menace, Mr. President, because all of us here today owe you a debt of gratitude, Mr. President, because your leadership has been an inspiration to us all, Mr. President, as we have met with the Task Force repeatedly to discuss the excellence of your leadership, Mr. President, which has guided us to the success we all share because of you, Mr. President…”
Yes! It was time to excuse myself to duck back into the Oval and let the guy from Walgreens grovel: “I have no idea what I’m doing here, Mr. President, because we have done absolutely nothing to establish any testing drive-throughs in our parking lots, and we’re completely out of toilet paper and hand sanitizer, but I was glad to respond to your call, Mr. President, because I want the fucking golf courses opened up so I can get back on the links, and the vice president has told me you’re the man who can do it.”
I had sampled almost everything but the Adderall, and now it was time for a fistful of those babies and a long snort of tweets. Do the next hour and a half of the briefing sounding like I’m jackhammering concrete, and the press won’t say a thing. I stand up there every day with my eyeballs ping-ponging and my hands flying uncontrollably from side to side saying everything is “very strong,” and “very powerful,” and everything will happen in a “very short period of time,” and “Our death totals, our numbers — per million people — are really very, very strong, and we’re very proud of the job we’ve done,” and I’m telling you, that’s all it takes. Just keep the lips moving and the hands waving and the tie flapping and the lies coming. I’ve been babbling this shit for weeks, and I’m attacking them for being lazy and stupid and wrong and un-American, and I’m lumbering around the podium in a kind of spastic stupor, and the fake news just keeps treating me like I’m normal and coming back for more.
The only way to keep alert dealing with these fuckers is to do up a lot of Adderall — not all at once, but steadily, just a fistful at a time, enough to maintain the focus as the fake news recovers from the last riff of lies, giving me time to rummage through the old brainpan for a new spate of gibberish. How long can I maintain this? I remember thinking, around about the time the death total passed 30,000, how many have to die before they see the bats flying out of my mouth, swooping around the Rose Garden, blackening the sky? The only conclusion you can come to is that it’s working. All you have to do is choke down another couple of Big Macs and gobble up more Adderall and keep the cruelty and incompetence and illiteracy coming. It’s like a drug for them. The bats keep flying and they keep writing down everything I say. It’s like a miracle. They can’t get enough of it.
Jesus, God: Pence is at it again! “Your leadership, Mr. President, we couldn’t have accomplished the great things we have accomplished without your dedication to this great nation and your leadership, Mr. President…”
Suddenly, Pence leaned over the podium. He’s pretending to adjust the mic. The man’s eagerness to grovel is bottomless! He’s humming something, let me see if I can make it out … “One tweet over the line, Mr President, one tweet over the line … your leadership is taking us one tweet over the line . . .”
One tweet? You poor fool! One tweet? Wait till you see those goddamn bats!
17Biden reaches deal to let Sanders keep hundreds of delegates
Edit: WASHINGTON — Presumptive Democratic nominee Joe Biden has agreed to let former primary rival Bernie Sanders keep hundreds of delegates he would otherwise forfeit by dropping out of the presidential race in a deal designed to avoid the bitter feelings that marred the party in 2016 and helped lead to Hillary Clinton’s defeat.
Under party rules, Sanders should lose about a third of the delegates he’s won in primaries and caucuses as the process moves ahead and states select the people who will attend the Democratic National Convention. The rules say those delegates should be Biden supporters, as he is the only candidate still actively seeking the party’s nomination.
However, in a memo obtained by The Associated Press, the Biden campaign says it will work with Sanders and state parties to fill those positions with Sanders supporters. The joint memo from the Biden and Sanders campaigns was being sent to state Democratic parties on Thursday.
“We must defeat Donald Trump this fall, and we believe that this agreement will help bring the party together to get Trump out of the White House and not only rebuild America, but transform it,” the two campaigns said in a joint statement.
https://triblive.com/news/politics-election/biden-reaches-deal-to-let-sanders-keep-hundreds-of-delegates/
18Old Fart: only the 2nd amendment is mandatory. All others are only suggestions. /s
19These clowns are lucky to have Gretchen Whitmer as governor instead of me. I would have called out the Michigan National Guard and ordered them to shoot to kill.
20And here we have a town that has given up in the face of threats, violence, and gun-brandishing:
http://lite.cnn.com/en/article/h_d05f064867036e9254710f958d6366da
True, it is in Oklahoma, which all Texans regard as the state that has to take the short bus to school. But this is genuinely frightening – authorities conceding the rule of law in favor of these idiots.
21A modern Midsummer Night Dream,
22A neutron bomb! That is what is required! For the edificaation of trumpsters, a neutron bomb does not affect buildings, only life forms. Poof they are gone.
The Surly Professor @21,
Here’s a limerick I saw yesterday about the uber-hypocritical MAGAots and trumpanzees [formerly teabaggers, patriots, etc]. It’s been covered at least twice on DKos.
While I understand that what they’re getting away with is technically ‘legal’, due to extreme Rethug law twisting.
I’m with some of the commenters here, the affected states should brutally crush these muthfuckers, and sort out the niceties later; just like it would be if they were actually POC or libruls.
“Liberal Limericks
@Libericks
A mob of the MAGA persuasion
23Conducted a statehouse invasion.
Though heavily armed,
They parted unharmed,
And that’s how you know they‘re Caucasian.”
Oh yeah, Prof @21, I heartily agree on ‘Okies”. The few times I’ve driven there, the highways were just eat up with speedtraps looking to fleece the travelers [never got me]. Don’t think I ever stopped for anything.
24Places like that just piss me off, I’ll never spend a nickle thereabouts. Used to commute to Amarillo on I-27 through Swisher county [Tulia, TX], it was like that too, of course Tulia was later exposed as a LE cesspool; the speedtraps were just a minor manifestation of the craptastic rot.
Sandridge@23–I love the limerick!
25I worry about Whitmer’s sfaety. I assume the state has a good security detail protecting her. It sounds as if these fine patriots in OK were shoving store employees who tried to tell them to wear a mask. God I just love Americans, don’t you? We’re so cussed, ain’t nobody gonna tell US what to do, we’re ‘Mericans.
I have a younger cousin who’s buying into this crap. She posted some long diatribe on FB about how we need to let the virus ‘wash over’ the population. If you’re old or sick,well,too bad. I posted a reply asking her if she meant to say my wife and I (both Seniors) should just die so she can go back to work. She caught Hell from all her older family and has now deleted the post. I’m not forgetting. I’m sure she meant it.
26Buttermilk Sky, my sentiments exactly but I disdain bloodshed as a policy. So I thought, what would be like death to these yobs? Here’s my idea: Denver boots on their trucks (style points if they are painted camo), and lose the keys.
O! the wailing, the gnashing of teeth . . . no, wait, these guys don’t got teeth . . . but you get the idea.
27Buttermilk Sky, I like the way you think.
28Joe@16
29His name is Rob Cantrell, a “Proud Boy” white nationalist from the west coast that gets paid to travel around the country and be an ass.