Old Man Yells at Mushroom Cloud
Maybe Grandpa Joe Should Stop Rambling About Nuclear War
Okay, this one requires a couple of soundbites to set the stage. The first is from 10 years ago this month:
“Governor Romney… a few months ago, when you were asked what’s the biggest geopolitical threat facing America, you said Russia. Not Al-Qaeda. You said Russia. And the 1980s are now calling to ask for their foreign policy back.”
How’s that one workin’ out, Barry?
And the other embarrassing piece of audio is from just two days ago:
“No one [deals unfairly or harshly] with a Biden.”
Okay? Get those two ideas squared firmly in your mind: 1) Russia is not a problem because the Democrats are in charge, and 2) Nobody would ever dare to mess with Biden.
And now, observe as the oldest president in American history squats astride the punchbowl and drops this big ol’ turd:
“We have not faced the prospect of armageddon since Kennedy and the Cuban Missile Crisis… [Putin’s] not joking when he talks about potential use of tactical nuclear weapons or biological or chemical weapons because his military is, you might say, significantly underperforming… I’m trying to figure out, what is Putin’s off-ramp? Where does he find a way out? Where does he find himself in a position that he does not not only lose face, but lose significant power within Russia?”
Remember when Trump’s big mouth was gonna get us into World War Three?
Last week, Biden was trying to talk to dead people. This week, he’s trying to make us all dead people.
Why is the president of the United States saying this stuff in public? What is Biden’s off-ramp? How will babbling about this at a fundraiser convince Putin not to do it?
The answer, of course, is that Joseph Robinette Biden Jr. was an incredibly stupid man with diarrhea of the mouth even before he was caught in the throes of dementia. Now he’s a thousand times worse. He’ll just blurt out any old $#!+, especially if it makes life tougher for everybody else.
I hate Vladimir Putin. I also don’t want to die in a nuclear war. The Democrats need to do something about Grandpa Joe before he gets us all killed.
You might remember that Tulsi Gabbard dunked on Kamala Harris so hard during the 2020 campaign that Kamala quit the race before Iowa. But do you remember what it was about?
As a prosecutor, Kamala locked up a bunch of people for weed. Gabbard rubbed her nose in it, and it ended her campaign.
I’m all for correcting historical injustices and so forth, and I’m fine with legalizing the ganj. If this is the first step toward that, fine. But this sort of rhetoric is a bit rich, coming from one of the worst perpetrators of those injustices.
Nobody’s gonna throw you a parade for not being a narc anymore, you fascist!
Don’t get your hopes up, guys:
I’ll believe Hunter Biden is in trouble when he’s behind bars. Until then, I’ll just assume these corrupt bastards will keep letting him get away with it, because that’s how power works.
Electric cars are going to solve all our problems. Everything will be great once we get rid of our gas-guzzlers. Right?
I’ve known Mary Katharine Ham since we worked together at the Daily Caller, and she’s one of my favorite people. She and Tucker Carlson and everybody else at the Caller helped me out a lot after my accident, and I’ve never forgotten it.
So it burns me up that CNN has been screwing her over, as she writes about here:
Mary Katharine is worth 100 Jeff Zuckers. And about 1,000 Andrew Kaczynskis. What CNN has done to her is wrong.
We keep hearing about how Chris Licht wants to turn CNN around. Well, making things right with MKH would be a good start. Put her back on TV. Hell, give her a show. It’d be the only thing on CNN I’d ever bother to watch anymore. What have they got to lose? At this point, their ratings can’t get much lower.
I don’t even know what to say about this voter outreach program. It must be seen to be believed:
Seems pretty racist to say black men are basically animals who need to be led around by their dongs, but what do I know? I’m probably just another white supremacist.
Right now, the Marvel Cinematic Universe is in the same place that the comics were in the ‘70s. After the first decade, with that initial rush of creative energy and amazing success, things are starting to peter out. The whole enterprise is losing focus. The people behind the scenes are getting tired, and now they’re just throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks.
So I’m happy to report that Werewolf By Night on Disney+ really sticks!
It won’t hurt to have a passing familiarity with the ‘70s Marvel horror characters — a werewolf named Jack Russell (seriously), the Bloodstone family, Man-Thing1, etc. — but you don’t really need to know anything about any of them. It’s a perfect little standalone, a 50-minute chunk of action/horror/comedy fun, and it’s the best thing Marvel has released since Tony Stark snapped his fingers.2
With apologies to Gene Shalit: Werewolf By Night is fang-tastic!
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That’s right, there is a Marvel character named Man-Thing. There was even a comic called Giant-Size Man-Thing. Yes, really. Not to be confused with DC’s Swamp Thing, although the two monsters premiered within months of each other in the early ‘70s. No, I’m not proud of knowing this stuff.
I don’t hate She-Hulk as much as the rest of the toxic males, but I lost interest after the first 3 episodes. This week they’re finally bringing in Daredevil, the star of the best Marvel show ever, but I just don’t feel like watching it. That’s probably sexist of me.