Author: Poetrooper

The political genius who contrived Hillary Clinton’s response to the revelations of Clinton Foundation and State Department corruption that there may be smoke but there’s no fire should be, and likely will be considering who he/she works for, taken out to a park somewhere and suicided with several shots to the back of the head (just kidding of course, but…). If there is any folk wisdom that goes back further in the history of mankind than the common sense knowledge that indeed, “Where there’s smoke, there’s fire,” I don’t know what it is. I’d wager it most likely precedes Homo Sapiens’ adoption of fire to his own uses, first for warming, then for cooking, as in situations where rising smoke on the horizon meant grass or forest fire to be avoided, or even exploited for tasty roasted animal carcasses.

Not only is this bit of common sense universal, with some version being a part of virtually every culture in the world, it is a truth that is instilled into virtually every child’s learning from an early age. This is a truth so widespread it is known even in the animal world although it may be sensed there more by smell than sight, although humans as well also frequently are alerted to the presence of fire by a first whiff of smoke rather than a billowing cloud. Show me someone who doesn’t know the meaning of, “Where there’s smoke, there’s fire” and I’ll show you someone with a severe mental or educational deficiency. Let smoke appear on any skyline and it’s likely the children who will demonstrate the first excitement as to the possibility of an impending inferno.

So how in the world did the Clinton campaign seize on such a lame defense as there may be smoke but there’s no fire when we all know that the very admission of the presence of smoke is a de facto admission that there must be fire somewhere? Every time Clinton and her defenders raise that argument they remind us of the common sense wisdom we have been taught all our lives that, “Oh yeah, where there’s smoke, there is indeed fire,” which just reinforces the suspicion that Clinton is trying to blow this particular smoke up our rear ends.

Crossposted at American Thinker

Salena Zito at the New York Post, a friend of TAH, I believe, has taken it upon herself to do what all political journalists should do and that is to get out from behind her desk and get away from the liberal echo box of New York City and go look at the political landscape in the rest of America. She drives through rural Pennsylvania and what she finds does not surprise me at all, the support for Trump there is overwhelming:

If you drive anywhere in Pennsylvania, from the turnpike to the old US routes to the dirt roads connecting small towns like Hooversville with “bigger” small towns like Somerset, you might conclude that Donald Trump is ahead in this state by double digits.

Large signs, small signs, homemade signs, signs that wrap around barns, signs that go from one end of a fence to another dot the landscape with such frequency that, if you were playing the old-fashioned road-trip game of counting cows, you would hit 100 in just one small town like this one.

Yet if you listen to the liberal media, Trump is several points behind in all their polls in the Keystone State which is one of the key swing states in the coming election. As soon as I read her article I thought of a piece here yesterday that our military is strongly pro-Trump and a comment from an old TAH regular, a person in a position to know, that fellow O-4/O5 officers were more supportive of Hillary. While some of you may see it as a stretch, I see a parallel here between urban elites and these officers when compared to the rural and small town voters Zito visited and our military enlisted. The urban elites and the officer corps tend to be better educated, better paid and more attuned to that favored term of John Kerry, the nuances of politics, while the small town, rural folks are more attuned to the deteriorating conditions within the ranks.

Some of you officers who read here may find this observation too broad and unfair, an over-simplification of a much more complex issue, which is precisely why I have sent it to Jonn, to stimulate some discussion on the topic.

Fire for effect…

While most liberal pundits will tap dance all around the fact that the cross-burning, bloodily racist, black/Jew hating and hanging Ku Klux Klan was made up almost exclusively of Democrats, it’s a demonstrable truth that can’t be denied. Like most of the history of slavery and overt racism in America’s history, there seems to be a hovering, ominous presence of the Democrat party everywhere one looks. The Ku Klux Klan was the terrorist wing of the Democrats. Striking swiftly under the cover of darkness and disguise, the Klan instilled deathly fear into those the Democrats saw as either unworthy, like blacks, or as scheming, moneyed, too well informed political enemies of Jim Crow and segregation, the Jews.

Amazingly, it was the Democrat National Committee, embracing all those former enemies, the blacks and Jews, and being warmly embraced in return, who resurrected a 21st century version of the Klan when they staged an event at their convention that had no other purpose than to politically lynch Donald Trump on the testimony of one aggrieved Gold Star father, a lawyer as it turns out who is closely linked politically to both the Muslim Brotherhood, Saudi Arabian officialdom and most importantly, Huma Abedin, Hillary Clinton’s closest personal advisor, a woman with strong links herself to the Muslim Brotherhood.
The practiced and purposeful testimony of the aggrieved Muslim father, one Kizr Kahn, was designed to ignite a burning cross on the political lawn of Donald Trump which would serve as a flaming beacon to attract frothing media nightriders, the Ku Klux Khan. With red meat denunciations fed to them by the Democrat party, they proceeded with the very public political lynching of Donald Trump. To his everlasting regret, Mr. Trump grabbed the noose and placed it around his neck with some careless, intemperate remarks about the Khan’s culture which further incensed the media mob and set them truly howling for blood. Fortunately there was sufficient backlash from the conservative media and the veteran community to retrieve Mr. Trump’s head from where he had so accommodatingly placed it.

Fortunately the DNC’s masterplan is not working with the target voting bloc, the veteran community and military personnel. While most of us are not pleased with Trump’s insensitivity, we are not so dense as to not see counselor Khan as the political plant he was and the cynical attempt by the Democrats to play on our emotions. Most comments that I’m reading from other vets like myself are expressing anger at the Dems rather than Mr. Trump. The best way to sum it up from a soldiers standpoint is that Trump is the big-mouthed, blowhard New Yorker who somehow always seems to be able to back up his bullsh*t. You don’t necessarily like the guy but you learn to respect his ability to soldier on and get the job done. So, Democrats, you may have unleashed the Ku Klux Khan, but they’re not going to lynch any of our people, not in our America.

We’re thinking there are other necks far more deserving of that rope…

The most irritating member of the #NeverTrump bunch, due in equal parts to his bully pulpit and his propensity for self-promotion, Erick Erickson, former editor of RedState.com, the self-ordained Saint Erick of Pure Conservatism, lost no time in using Bill Clinton’s convention speech to take another shot at Donald Trump. While swooning like a White House intern, the guy actually uses the Clinton marriage arrangement to criticize the multiple marriages of the Republican candidate. Good grief, Erick, even Democrat zealots have long recognized the Clinton marriage as a political alliance and a social beard to conceal his sexual addiction and her preference for women, things that Bill long ago confessed to multiple mistresses.

What’s worse is that Erickson gets suckered by that famous “Aw shucks” phony, country-boy shtick that Bill employs when he’s really trying to mislead you, to the extent that he resurrects that old excuse for Bill’s bad behaviors that he’s a bad boy you’d like to have a beer with. Yep, a supposed political sophisticate like Erickson gets sucked in like a wide-eyed schoolgirl:

Bill Clinton is still the guy you want to have a beer with. He paraded through a tour of states on what Hillary had done for the little guy. He talked about their marriage. He completely skipped 1998. But he came to rehabilitate Hillary’s image in the eyes of the American people and I suspect the old charmer charmed a good number of people.

Well, maybe you want to drink with the “old charmer,” Erick, but I think I could find someone better to drink with than a corrupt grifter, a disgraced perjurer and nationally disbarred lawyer who is also a sexual predator and serial abuser of women, an accused rapist and a known recreational associate of a convicted pedophile billionaire aboard an airborne pedophile playpen and at a secluded island of pedophiliac pleasures. For a vastly righteous conservative of such high and mighty principles, you sure don’t seem to mind who you bend elbows with, do you, Erickson?

Maybe you’d better ditch those beer goggles, son.

Even you Trump naysayers here at TAH, and there are plenty of you, have to take some enjoyment from the way the guy sticks it to the liberal media. He did it again yesterday with a press conference which sucked all the media oxygen out of the Democrat convention and sucked in all the liberal media with his appeal to Russia to publicly release the 30,000 emails deleted by Hillary Clinton. The Trump campaign set the trap and all those brilliant journalists from the left wing media pounced right into it, with cries of treason against Trump and outrage that he had violated national security.

But wait…weren’t we assured by Hillary herself that those 30,000 emails were harmless, dealing with Chelsea’s wedding plans, Hillary’s yoga and dinner recipes? So why is it now that Hillary’s media lapdogs, after years of going along with her dismissal of those emails as harmless personal fluff, are suddenly fearful that there’s some content in there that may constitute real national security matters? So which way is it you yapping poodles, harmless recipes or national security?

Trump laid the trap and those media fools never saw it coming. If you believe that the enemy of your enemy is your friend, you have to admire Trump, even if only grudgingly, for sticking it to the liberal media, who are no friends to our military and bitterly disliked by many here at TAH.

I made it all the way through the Republican Convention without getting so enthused that I ran to this computer and made a contribution to the Trump campaign. I usually wait until fairly late in presidential campaigns to donate because past experience has taught me the hard lesson that the first donation opens the floodgates of solicitation via email, snail mail, and telephone. Besides, I figure that’s when my candidate needs cash the most, in the late stages of the fight, when it’s getting down to the nitty-gritty and a lot of the early supporters are beginning to feel tapped out.

But damn all, that phony redskin, Fauxahontas Warren, just sent me frothing to this keyboard to donate my first hundred bucks way too early by my normal practices. I simply could not help myself; listening to the litany of lies flowing so glibly from that self-proclaimed savage, who has spoken with a forked tongue throughout her career to gain advantage over her peers, utterly drove me to violate my own policy. I know, I know: it’s gonna cost me bucks – a few hundred more than usual, most likely – because now those Republican fund-raisers are going to be coming after me from every point of the conservative compass.

You know what? I don’t care. I am so determined that a conniving, corrupt criminal and her pedophile husband will not sit in our White House that I’m willing to put my bucks where Donald’s mouth is. He’s not perfect, but he’s a damned sight better than the alternative. So tonight, way ahead of my normal schedule, I sent him my first hundred bucks, and I’ll certainly send more – I hope not before this Democrat Convention is over, but that depends on who they put up there as speakers and how gratingly irritating they are. I’m praying they don’t put that phony, shrieking Fauxahontas back on stage, because I’m here to tell you, folks: that woman may not be a natural Native American, but she’s for damned sure a natural fundraiser for Trump.

And it’s gonna cost me money…

Crossposted at American Thinker