Hey Democrats, Impeach This!

We battlecons are torn over the Democrats’ decision to be dumb enough to double-down on impeaching the President after three years of non-stop humiliation. Crusty Bob Mueller was a bust, their hero Michael Avenatti is looking at hard time in every sense of the word, and they were stunned to find that a huge portion of the American people thought it was pretty cool to have a POTUS who could score with Playboy Playmates.

On the one hand, it’s bad because this impeachment garbage is bad for the country. The damage it is doing to our institutions – really, that our institutions are doing to themselves in their shameful service of the liberal elite’s power grabs – is incalculable. Remember 10 years ago when we conservatives trusted and respected the FBI and our intelligence community? Good times. Well, that’s over. It will be decades before a woke Republican is stupid enough to trust them again.

But on the other hand, we now have an opportunity to exploit their strategic blunder in order to rip them apart next November. We have a chance to teach the Democrats, to the extent they are trainable, that their socialist-curious, corporatist nanny state dreams are electoral strychnine.

Letting these creeps steal our country from us is worse than the resulting carnage from the fight they’ve picked. We could roll over, but instead we’ll take the hit to keep our liberty. In the end, after many figurative casualties, impeachment is going to boomerang on these clowns. The elite insiders are willfully blind to the fact that the key question to Normal Americans will be, ", “What was that brother’s widow-marrying, coke-snorting, kicked-out-of-the-Navy-in-disgracing, non-Ukrainian-speaking loser scion doing getting paid $50K a month by an oligarch that wasn’t directly related to his gropey pa being Obama’s veep/court jester?”

Also on the plus side is how this goofy coup is pumping up the militant Republican base, which is flooding the Trump campaign with small-donor cash. It is also causing the long-overdue enwokening of many of those who had, until now, dwelled in their non-binary “Oh well I never!” bubbles of Trump disdain. It is and always was a binary choice, them or us, and “them” is looking positively Venezuala-esque. The exceptions are the usual pseudo-con siss-pects like Ben Sasse, who absolutely refuse to acknowledge that this travesty is not about “truth” or “justice,” and who sanctimoniously announce that they are “waiting to make a decision until they see all the evidence.” Those saps. Like the decision wasn’t already made in Nancy’s office over Chardonnay and Zimas. Like there’s any evidence. If there was any evidence, Adam Schiff wouldn’t have had to invent it. Everything is a lie and a scam, and like judo masters, the Democrats can always use the weight of these dorks’ stuffy unwokeness to flip them on their spineless Fredocons backs.

This bizarre notion that it’s somehow wrong for the president to identify and investigate manifest corruption is going to play terribly outside the Beltway and the coastal enclaves. The purple district Democrats who got elected in 2018 are sweating, knowing that they did not get sent to DC to be "yes people" for the likes of The Squad. Nancy Pelosi knows it too. She’s evil, but cunning, and she understands that the GOP under Trump can’t be shamed away from going for her tenuous majority’s jugular.

This is why we have only Impeachment Lite, a fake impeachment “process” that is really just a kicky new label on the same tired old dish soap. It does not necessitate anyone casting any actual votes and preserves the deniability of her terrified Trump district caucus members – moderate mollusks like Conor Lamb (D-Might As Well Be CA) can posture just enough to satisfy their out-of-district donors, yet (they hope) not alienate their actual in-the-district voters.

The impeachment inquiry tease is enough, for now, to satisfy the radicals, but eventually they will realize that they are getting played by Nancy. She basically let them take her out on a date, buy her a lobster dinner, and then left them hot n’ bothered on her doorstep with a vigorous handshake.

Nancy wants this all to fade way, understanding how dangerous it is in a way the brother-wedding dummies and Hamas cheerleaders who make up the new Democrat mainstream can’t. But she might have to go with the flow if the flow gets too strong. She can probably get 217 Democrats and plus that Justin Amash weirdo to vote to impeach if it comes to that, but then it heads over to the Senate and the tender mercies of Cocaine Mitch. If you haven’t heard about Hoover Biden before, oh, you sure will have by the time the GOP gets through with the trial.

And then the Senate will vote to acquit and the Democrats will get to run on, “We didn’t pass anything to make your life better because we were focused on being publicly pantsed, again, by Donald Trump and his pal the Murder Turtle.”

There is the possibility – remote, but worth considering – that the kind of spineless invertebratism of the remaining Mitt Romneys in the GOP somehow leads to 20 Republicans joining the Democrats and removing Trump on whatever trumped-up charges eventually take shape. The softcons imagine a return to the status quo ante of progressive victories and gentlemanly defeat for conservatives. Good luck with that. Do they think Americans will just sort of sigh, think “Well, we had a good run as citizens – time to be subjects,” and just go along? Or do you think the Democrats will start another round of civil chaos like they did when the Republicans refused to sign-off on slavery forever?

Here’s the harsh truth – Donald Trump is not the American people’s last chance. He’s the elite’s last chance, and those dummies simply refuse to see it.

Eerily familiar...

Party ownership of the print media
made it easy to manipulate public opinion,
and the film and radio carried the process further.

16. Ministry Of Truth

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The Ministry of Truth, Winston's place of work, contained, it was said, three thousand rooms above ground level, and corresponding ramifications below.

The Ministry of Truth concerned itself with Lies. Party ownership of the print media made it easy to manipulate public opinion, and the film and radio carried the process further.

The primary job of the Ministry of Truth was to supply the citizens of Oceania with newspapers, films, textbooks, telescreen programmes, plays, novels - with every conceivable kind of information, instruction, or entertainment, from a statue to a slogan, from a lyric poem to a biological treatise, and from a child's spelling-book to a Newspeak dictionary.

Winston worked in the RECORDS DEPARTMENT (a single branch of the Ministry of Truth) editing and writing for The Times. He dictated into a machine called a speakwrite. Winston would receive articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to alter, or, in Newspeak, rectify. If, for example, the Ministry of Plenty forecast a surplus, and in reality the result was grossly less, Winston's job was to change previous versions so the old version would agree with the new one. This process of continuous alteration was applied not only to newspapers, but to books, periodicals, pamphlets, posters, leaflets, films, sound-tracks, cartoons, photographs - to every kind of literature or documentation which might conceivably hold any political or ideological significance.

When his day's work started, Winston pulled the speakwrite towards him, blew the dust from its mouthpiece, and put on his spectacles. He dialed 'back numbers' on the telescreen and called for the appropriate issues of The Times, which slid out of the pneumatic tube after only a few minutes' delay. The messages he had received referred to articles or news-items which for one reason or another it was thought necessary to rectify.

In the walls of the cubicle there were three orifices. To the right of the speakwrite, a small pneumatic tube for written messages; to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and on the side wall, within easy reach of Winston's arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating. This last was for the disposal of waste paper. Similar slits existed in thousands or tens of thousands throughout the building, not only in every room but at short intervals in every corridor. For some reason they were nicknamed memory holes. When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building.

As soon as Winston had dealt with each of the messages, he clipped his speakwritten corrections to the appropriate copy of The Times and pushed them into the pneumatic tube. Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconscious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames.

What happened in the unseen labyrinth to which the tubes led, he did not know in detail, but he did know in general terms. As soon as all the corrections which happened to be necessary in any particular number of The Times had been assembled and collated, that number would be reprinted, the original copy destroyed, and the corrected copy placed on the files in its stead.

In the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. And this hall, with its fifty workers or thereabouts, was only one-sub-section, a single cell, as it were, in the huge complexity of the Records Department. Beyond, above, below, were other swarms of workers engaged in an unimaginable multitude of jobs.

There were huge printing-shops and their sub editors, their typography experts, and their elaborately equipped studios for the faking of photographs. There was the tele-programmes section with its engineers, its producers and its teams of actors specially chosen for their skill in imitating voices; clerks whose job was simply to draw up lists of books and periodicals which were due for recall; vast repositories where the corrected documents were stored; and the hidden furnaces where the original copies were destroyed.

And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence.

You might not trust McConnell, but he supports President Trump big time. Do you think President Trump would trust him if Senator McConnell would not support him? Surely you jest.

Well it’s obvious that you being from Cincinnati that Jim Jordan is your senator and that you support him. You can not expect others whose senator he is not to support him. My senator is Marcia Blackburn who I support. Lamar Alexander the Rino, is the other senator from TN and I can’t wait until he is gone.

What do you mean by fake pubbies, McConnell is not a fake pubby.The one fake pubby is the one from TX who’s name momentarily escapes me.

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We can agree to disagree.

Conservatives are ones who support (at a microphone and behind closed doors) PDJT.

Paul Ryan is/was a Republican.

I look at reps as pro-Trump or against Trump (some are opportunists)...Graham for example...someone MADE him operate differently. I still don’t trust him. Look at how many times McConnell sold out the US, sold out PDJT, and only after PDJT was elected and had behind closed doors meetings, did he start towing the line... you can trust him, I won’t...trust but verify.

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