Attribute to L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise

This week ended on a kind of jarring, surrealistic note, when a pair of politicians exposed themselves as pathetic morons to the entire country and the world. And people say there’s no truth in government.

Starting at the bottom of the barrel: I had more or less forgotten why I ranked George W. Bush as the worst President America ever had—until Barack Obama came along—but I was starkly reminded by a rant he made this week attacking the sitting President, Donald J. Trump on behalf of the useless, cowardly, country-club Republican establishment. Best line in what amounted to a vomitous screed that implied that the Donald is a racist and a fascist? “You can’t just wish globalism away.” No, George, apparently you can’t. But you can vote it away, and that’s exactly what the American Productive Class did, in November of 2016. Go crawl back to the rock your fellow RINOs found you under and shut up.

Next up: after doing what he could to prepare himself, according to General John Kelly, his Chief-of-Staff, President Trump telephoned the young widow of a soldier killed in the line of duty overseas. He knew he couldn’t make the pain of her loss go away (that will take time, to the extent it ever does) but he did what he could to comfort her. He didn’t have to call her, he was advised against it (by Kelley, among others), but he did.

Unfortunately, in this bleak and tragic moment, there was a repulsive parasite and scavenger eavesdropping on what should have been a private conversation. I don’t know exactly how, but the despicable Democrat Congresswoman Frederica Wilson, of Southern Florida, arrayed in the clown-suit that has become her trademark, cherry-picked every word the President said (as Democrats will), and preyed upon the widow’s grief to attack him viciously. I had never heard of this unlovely clump of flesh before, but it’s clear now that she wants to be just like Mad Maxine Waters when she grows up, with Sheila Jackson Lee stupidity clusters (Lee thinks that Neil Armstrong landed on Mars in 1969) on her clown-hat. Together, these three comprise the Shakespearean witches of the House of Representatives, and the sad fact that all three of these women happen to be black (and more or less indistinguishable from one another) is a humiliating burden that intelligent and decent-hearted black people will have to bear until they can be turned out of office.

Somehow, this essay wouldn’t be complete without mentioning that big fat flumpus (to quote Rex Stout) Harvey Weinstein, another individual I’d never heard of until he screwed the pooch—and everything else he could get ahold of over a career lasting … well, until this week. So much has been written and said about him that I will limit myself to a single observation.

I suddenly find myself an old man, and in my 71 years, I have become … acquainted with more than a few women. (This is not to brag, but simply to establish my credentials; one of those women I have been happily and faithfully married to for almost half my life.) In my experience, most females will give you practically anything you want if you simply smile at them, treat them gently, look them in the eye, and slip in an occasional humorous remark. A guy doesn’t have to be particularly handsome; women look at things differently that way, thank Bog. But remember why Jessica Rabbit said she fell in love with Roger? “He makes me laugh.”

Hervey Weinstein is 65 years old. That’s more than long enough to have learned this simple lesson. But, as it turns out, he is a perfect cretin, and I sincerely hope he pays for it. Somebody on TV said he thinks that Rose McGowan, one of his victims, is enjoying herself too much. In my opinion, that is slim and bitter recompense for what he did to her. If he isn’t stupid, you have to ask yourself what values he is seeking with his cruel, brutish behavior.

I’ll end on a positive note: I deeply and profoundly dislike and despise Speaker of the House Paul Ryan. A simpering weasel, he seems to be working against each and every one of the reasons I voted for Trump. However to give the weasel his due, I saw him last night at the The Alfred E. Smith Memorial Foundation Dinner that Trump lit up last year. Al Smith, in case you didn’t know (and there’s no reason that you should), was the Irish Catholic Democrat Governor of the state of New York four times in a row, and in 1928, became the first Catholic to be nominated for President. His loss established the :“rule”, regarded as a law of physics when I was a kid, that a Catholic couldn’t be elected President. That law was shattered in 1960, by John F, Kennedy, and now we have another Catholic President, Donald J. Trump.

The point (from which I have digressed, once again) is that Speaker Ryan was charming and funny, with almost perfect comedic timing. I doubt that he wrote his own routine, but his delivery was just swell and made me laugh out loud several times.

Paul. give up your day job, Go into show business where you clearly belong.