Guest Post by Kurt Schlichter
Grandpa Badfinger just let slip that he has a secret weapon for November. No, his secret weapon is not the utter hypocrisy of a Dem base that is eagerly going all in on a senile old weirdo who, when he says “#MeToo,” means that he too treated women like inanimate objects as did his pals Teddy Glug-Glug Kennedy, Bill Cohiba Clinton and Harvey Sex Toad Weinstein. Their hypocrisy can’t be a secret weapon because their hypocrisy is no secret.
No, Gropey J’s secret weapon is – get this – “Republicans for Biden.”
Stop looking at me like that. This is really a thing, according to the presumptive nominee whose nemesis is a particularly uppity squirrel living in his backyard.
Some Daily Beast people named Hanna Trudo and Hunter Woodall – what is it with libs naming kids “Hunter?” – reported this:
Appearing in an Instagram live chat with soccer star Megan Rapinoe on April 30, presumptive Democratic nominee Joe Biden made a spontaneous, vague statement about how he’s been “speaking to a lot of Republicans,” including “former colleagues, who are calling and saying Joe, if you win, we’re gonna help.”
Then he showed his hand: “Matter of fact, there’s some major Republicans who are already forming ‘Republicans for Biden,’” the former vice president said. “Major officeholders.”
I assume President Trump is quaking in his Guccis at the impending onslaught of verbal pinching and slapping from the very secret, very butch roster of Never Trump literal and figurative heavyweights. The Beast further reports on the identity of these titans of treachery: “Those names include former Sen. Jeff Flake (R-AZ), Wisconsin-based political analyst Charlie Sykes, conservative media giant Bill Kristol, former Republican National Committee Chairman Michael Steele, longtime campaign operative Steve Schmidt, former Rep. David Jolly (R-FL), and columnist Mona Charen, among others.”
I assume George Conway and Anna Navarro will be waddling along too, assuming that the organizers keep their promise and bring doughnuts. Lots of doughnuts.
Nor should we count out egg-evoking fiscal conservative Evan McMullin, who it was reported conserved fiscally by not paying his campaign debts. I’m sure David French will be part of it because he’s got nothing better to do. Maybe Jonah Goldberg will join too. He is alleged to have a new website, though most of us haven’t gotten around to not reading it yet.
And where’s Mitt? An enterprise this lame just cries out for that magical Romney touch, as opposed to Gropey Joe’s. At least The Mittster might bring along some supporters, if only in the form of his dozen shiny sons, Torp, Tugg, Muff, Skipper, Sniffer, Scoob, Proob, Norb, Pibb, Cheeb, Frodo and Ween.
It’s the usual rejects. Basically, the Never Trumpers are getting the band back together and hitting the county fair circuit, but the band is pretty much Limp Bizkit.
This all raises a question that is, perhaps, best understood as rhetorical: Just how gullible are the dummies shoveling their money into the pockets of these shabby, nearly-forgotten grifters? Do they not understand that these tools are about as welcome among actual conservatives as a cross-eyed bald gal with chlamydia at Freaknik?
The giveaway to the underlying delusion is the Beast’s unironic description of the ridiculous Bill Kristol as a “conservative media giant.” In what alternative universe is the guy who pioneered cruise ship conservatism, who backed every “conservative” fiasco in the last three decades (you vets whose ears are still ringing from IED blasts outside Ramadi can thank Chesty Kristol and his chickenhawk ilk), and whose main media accomplishment was deep sixing his crappy brochure The Weekly Standard, a “giant?” He’s a giant something, all right, but not that.
Someone is pumping the 97 octane hi-test into this political clown car. A credulous tech zillionaire? The DNC? Some GOP donor whose blonde second wife won’t quit nagging him about Trump? We know who it isn’t – actual conservatives, who abandoned the S.S. Conservative Inc right before Cap’n Bill full-speeded ahead TWS into the iceberg that is Donald Trump. Yet somehow, this guy Billy Zaned his way to survival and went on to get some sap, or saps, to write checks to fund his unread Bulwark blog. What do those people think they are accomplishing? Trump’s at like 96 percent among actual Republicans. Has there ever been any indication that the Never Trump demographic consists of anyone besides D.C. fringies miffed that no one in the White House will return their calls?
Actual conservatives long ago quit shelling out good money for the opportunity to bump into the doughy likes of Jim Swift as he fills his plate with yet another helping of fried shrimp at the Lido Deck buffet. The only thing actual conservatives have for them now are cruise ship emojis and the contemptuous cry of “Ahoy.”
But their marks don’t get that. They think that because they see the Gang from Low-T show up on MSNBCNN to fret over how awful it is to have a conservative president who actually does conservative things that these goobers still have some heat. They have nothing, but that delusion is the grifters’ leverage. The people giving them money to keep on keeping on long after everyone stopped listening have no idea about conservatives, so they think these dorks still matter.
I want to help.
Here’s my deal. Donors, give me half the money you were going to give these losers. Just half. Now, I will do nothing to help you. In fact, I intend to stir up conservatives to oppose the fascist policies you support. In that way, I am much like the Never Trumpers, except I want to defeat you and the Never Trumpers want to be your gimps. Their sole contribution to the debate is to make us conservatives despise them so much that we will double down on our commitment to utterly level the whole crappy liberal establishment they now slobber over. I hope to light a bonfire upon which your progressive dreams will all die, but here’s the thing: I will give you the very same result as those dopes will but for half the price.
Have your people call my people. Oh, and Ahoy.
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>Grandpa Badfinger
Hilarious!
hmm, looks like have a Biden supporter on TBP.
why don’t you and Grandpa Badfinger go down on each other while hiding in his Gimp Cellar
It seems this country has turned into a made for tv reality show. Everything has to have some sort of catchy name. The CARES act or the HERO’S act. Every incident that the incompetence of our so called leaders has some hero come out of it. 9/11 cops and firemen, unjustified wars soldiers, now the fear virus essential workers (whatever the hell that means) What a soap opera.
Nothing lasts forever. While I am extremely hopeful the moral high ground will prevail, human nature is often required to go through a lot of pain before adjusting it’s behavior in order to stop self-inflicting said pain.
This also serves as a stern reminder of what NOT to do again, so sometimes you have to let the kid burn his hand on the stove.
If the proverbial stove is going to be stealing an election by hook or by crook so we can put a two-minute egg in the office, while whoever the VP is runs the show, then unfortunately that might happen.
You can only bleed the cow so much before it’s dead, and when the blood is gone and there’s no more EBT, Section 8, State pensions, SSDI, Grants, roads, bridges, then the shit hits the fan and the hand gets burned.
When the elite sees their wealth evaporate like smoke in a heavy wind, and the barbarians are at the gate, ready to take what they want, and there is no police to stop them, the hand will burn more
When the streets of DC look like Caracas, and women are selling their hair and bodies to feed their babies, the hand will be blackening
It is not until the hand is burned completely off before the body attached will pull back in surprise and anger at being told the stove wasn’t hot in the first place.
The pendulum swings both ways, and never in balance. In it’s next pass we will have a long road and maybe some semblance of real self-preservation, self-sufficiency, but once it swings too far, then the other side of the coin will be revealed and it all starts again.
Kurt… you cant trade dignity you never had.
Who knew that booking cabins on the Good Ship Lollipop could be profitable?
This will have an opposite effect, when Bern Bro’s and the like see a cadre of disposable, hack, sell out fucks, warmly embraced by Biden, they will leave, many already have. Contrast this with the obvious support Trump is receiving from haloed DNC royalty, Robert Kennedy Jr, and the farce that was Dem v Rep fades. Trump’s and Kennedy’s, the political union of this family could form a powerful enough force to stand against Bush/Clintons, and become feudal monarchs shepherding America through the next turning.
The power behind the thrones? Good luck, probably monarchical descendants of the one, but it is hard to say, the one probably encourages fratricide amongst his high families. Perhaps we bear witness to a genuine holiday shit fest at the great table, a rare event indeed.