Dem pundits ask, “Why aren’t we marching in the streets?” Here’s why:

It’s amusing to see them pose the question to themselves. It’s not really a question; rather, it’s rhetorical. Posing the question, “Why aren’t we marching in the streets?” is their way of saying that they really should be.

But even after considerable angst, self-incrimination, and rhetorical excesses about not marching, they’re still not marching.

As for why, there’s a simple answer and a complicated one. The simple answer is, because it’s cold outside.

Remember the “protest era” of the 60s and early 70s? College kids would organize protests and sometimes riots with two goals in mind:

  • Ending the Vietnam War (or, really, just ending the draft); and
  • Ending Spring finals.

You might reasonably ask, what about Winter finals? Well, they wanted to end Winter finals, too, but, baby, it’s cold outside when Winter finals roll around. What fun is it to protest outside in the cold?

So, the hippies conveniently decided that the Vietnam War – or at least the draft – needed ending mainly in the spring, not the winter.

Along the way, the hippies appointed themselves as the outsiders, the disrupters, the independent thinkers, the anti-establishmentarians who were rightly skeptical of government.

Such images were useful in fitting in with the cool kids, and picking up chicks.

Here we are, two generations later. The hippies are now grown up, kind of, and have jobs, sort of, at businesses, of a type, such as colleges and media outlets tasked with setting the cultural norms.

Those hippie-run institutions survive on some tuition from suckers (or advertising in the case of the media), huge donations of money from foundations that they and their friends run, and grants from a government that, again, they and their friends run.

In short, the hippies who sought to tear down the establishment are now . . . the establishment. Ironically, and with an utter lack of self-awareness, they continue their quixotic tilting at The Man, even as they themselves have morphed into him. 

There’s one particular man they loath. This Bad Orange Man is an outsider, a disrupter, an independent thinker, an anti-establishmentarian who is rightly skeptical of government. 

Does that sound familiar?

He’s everything the hippies imagined themselves to be two generations ago, and still fantasize that they are now, even as they rake in money and power from the establishment they simultaneously condemn and control.

Bad Orange Man is therefore not just a threat to their creature comforts, but to their self-image. For that, they deem him stupid, diabolically clever, fascist, Hitlerian, and a pooh-pooh breath with corny hair. They’d say he’s a communist, if only they disliked communism.

Yes, he’s as bad as they get. But who wants to stand on the streets of DC in the semi-freezing winter?   

That’s the simple answer to the question “Why aren’t we protesting in the streets?”

Here’s the complicated answer. They feel just a twinge of admiration and empathy for Bad Orange Man. Maybe they know, deep in their subconscious, that he’s not The Man they protested against, but is the man they always imagined themselves to be.

Then again, that credits them with both a consciousness and a conscience.

We’ll see come spring. Until then, the brave resistance of the aging hippies will remain mostly pixel protests composed in keyboard comfort. Come spring, they might get out a bit more. But those achy knees . . .

Light-skinned Neanderthal Europe was conquered by dark-skinned modern humans 40,000 years ago

When fossilized Neanderthals (or “Neandertals” if you prefer) were discovered in caves in Europe back in the mid-1800s, it was assumed that they were stupid, ape-like brutes. Indeed, they did possess compact, muscular bodies with short legs.

We’ve learned in the past few decades that our stereotype of Neanderthals was wrong. These were fully human creatures who hunted with spears, created art, made boats, fished, ceremonially buried their dead, and almost certainly spoke to one another. They were as advanced as any other hominid of the time period.

They were the related to, but not direct descendants of, Homo Erectus, which had migrated out of Africa and into Eurasia over a million years ago. By the time they got to Europe, they had evolved.

Neanderthals, alone, owned Europe for nearly half a million years, through the course of multiple ice ages.

The living wasn’t easy. Much of their diet was the resident megafauna of mammoths, bison, elk, and mastodons, and whatever other protein they could kill and eat. Their stone-age existence was probably not much different than the pre-Columbian existence of the plains Indians in North America.

“Modern” humans finally arrived in Europe around 45,000 years ago. For about 5,000 years thereafter, or more, the two subspecies shared Europe and shared their cultures.

And shared body fluids. Neanderthal DNA accounts for about 1-2% of today’s human DNA outside Africa.

Neanderthals finally died out. Another way of looking at it, however, is that the newcomers overwhelmed the Neanderthals with their sheer numbers. If a population of, say, 20,000 Neanderthals is absorbed into a population of one million modern humans, the Neanderthal DNA will account for only 2% of the resulting population – without any Neanderthals being harmed in the process.

What actually happened is probably somewhere in the middle. To some extent, Neanderthals were simply absorbed. And to some extent, they were out-competed and even killed.

The visual appearance of Neanderthals is debated. Some scientists contend that they could be dressed in a suit and stroll down Madison Avenue without getting a second look (other than looks from people wondering why anyone would wear a suit these days). Other scientists contend that their heavy brow ridges and musculature would surely merit a second look, regardless of their garb.

But giving a person a second look for his appearance is not the same as shrieking “Yikes, a caveman!” Many modern humans have an appearance that is outside the normal range.

Here’s something interesting about Neanderthals’ appearance that we do know. We know from DNA analysis of their remains that they were light-skinned and probably had blond or red hair.

This should be no surprise. Human skin uses sunshine to manufacture vitamin D. In the northern latitudes, such as Europe, the reduced sunshine results in less manufactured vitamin D. Light skin is a natural adaptation, because it permits more sunshine to penetrate the skin.

Here’s another skin pigmentation fact that did come as a surprise, at least to me. While Neanderthals had light skin for hundreds of thousands of years from living in northern latitudes, light skin in modern humans did not develop until much more recently.

Light skin is a complex phenotype for which no single gene is responsible, but the general view is that the various genes did not produce light skin in modern humans until about 10-30,000 years ago – sometime after the migration of modern humans out of Africa.

That more recent time – 10,000 years ago – barely puts it prior to the advent of agriculture and cities in the Levant.

Moreover, both the recent time of 10,000 years ago for the development of light skin in modern humans and the more distant time of 30,000 years ago put it after modern humans migrated into Europe, the domain of the Neanderthals.

The upshot is this. The meeting between the original Europeans – the Neanderthals – and modern humans was a meeting between light-skinned European Neanderthals and migrating dark-skinned modern humans.

It’s tempting to conclude that the source of the light-skin genes in modern humans was the Neanderthals with whom they interbred after arriving in Europe. But paleo-geneticists say that’s not the case. The genes for light skin are different between Neanderthals and modern humans, which suggests that the two lines of humans developed light skin independently – but for the same reason of optimizing vitamin D synthesis in northern latitudes.

What’s all this have to do with immigration along the southern border, conservative wins in the German election, and The Aspen Beat? Nothing, but I thought it was interesting.

Trump is thinking outside the Ukrainian box

Inside the box, and the Beltway, the thinking all along has been that we must draw a line at Ukraine, else Putin and the barbarians will soon be on the steps of Warsaw and then Berlin and Paris.

Besides, Russian aggression and aggressors are morally bad. We owe it to posterity and civilization not to crumble before them.

Those are valid points. On the other hand:

We are where we are. Where we are, is Vladimir Putin make some understandable miscalculations.

One, he miscalculated America’s willingness to support foreign countries. After all, he had witnessed Joe Biden’s Afghanistan surrender debacle.

Second, he underestimated the Europeans. After seeing them under-commit to military defense for generations, he reasonably assumed they would not stand in the way of his little conquest.

Imagine his shock that they and the Americans did. Consider his awe that his little adventure served to increase the military expenditures of NATO nations, and drove into NAT0 two new members, Sweden and Finland (which shares an 830-mile border with Russia).

Third, Putin underestimated the skill, resources and resolve of Ukraine itself. Again, that’s understandable. When Russia took over the Crimean Peninsula of Ukraine six years earlier, Ukraine offered little resistance, while Barack Obama and NATO offered none at all.

Fourth, Putin overestimated the skill, resources and resolve of his own military. Russia’s historical strength militarily has been sheer manpower, but manpower alone is not enough in modern wars. A war that Russia was supposed to win in weeks has turned into a three-year standoff where Putin is resorting to cannon fodder in the form of untrained conscripts, prison inmates and North Korean mercenaries.

Stalin beat the Nazis faster than Putin has beat the Ukrainians.

So that’s where we are. Ukraine cannot win, simply because they lack the military to invade and subdue Russia.

However, Russia could lose, in theory. If the war stands unchanged for another three years and another million casualties, you can call it a loss for Russia, even though it won’t be much of a win for Ukraine.

But I doubt Ukraine can hold on for another three years. Moreover, I doubt that Putin is willing to let another three years pass in the present status quo.

To change the stalemate, Putin has four options. The first three are (1) just go home, which he won’t do, (2) up the ante with even more men and machines, which will sacrifice more lives and treasure on both sides, and (3) go ballistic.

The ballistic option is meant literally. The Russian military might be inept in conventional warfare, but they do have a full nuclear arsenal including both nuclear bombs and “dirty” nuclear weapons. Russia has already hinted at “dirty” nukes in bombing the containment structure of Chernobyl, site of the worst nuclear radiation accident in history.

Ukraine is helpless against Russian nukes. They can only hope that a retaliatory strike by NATO against Russia would deter Putin.

But Putin has shown himself to be a gambler. He might gamble that there would be hell to pay – a soft hell in the form of sanctions – but no retaliatory nuclear strike.

He’s probably right about that. After all, Ukraine is not even a NATO member. NATO would probably not risk ending the world over Ukraine.

The inside-the-box thinking, unfortunately, is still focusing on winning the last war – the initial war of invasion. But the way to win that war was to make sure it was never fought – by making clear to Russia that NATO had the commitment, resources and power to make an invasion a fool’s errand.

The West failed to make that clear. Before the first shot was fired, Obama, Biden and the pusillanimous Europeans lost the war of invasion – even though Russia has still failed to win it.

The current Ukrainian war is the war of attrition. It’s a stalemate that is costing hundreds of billions of dollars, euros and rubles, and millions of casualties.

This war of attrition won’t last forever, because Putin has his Option (3). Namely, the next Ukrainian war – the nuclear war.

So that leaves Option (4). Isn’t it in everyone’s interest to negotiate a compromise where Ukraine gives up some real estate and regroups, while the Russians mostly go home saving face?

There’s an amount of real estate in appropriate locations that should be acceptable. The areas now controlled by Russia are populated with people who already tilt toward Russia in comparison to the rest of Ukraine. And this isn’t Mar-a-Lago; the real estate of Ukraine is mostly cheap farmland.

Ukraine has plenty of it. It’s bigger than France, Spain, Germany, Italy and Poland. Apart from Russia, it’s the biggest country in Europe. It sounds crass, but Ukraine can afford to pay for peace with a little of their own real estate.

Does that mean it’s morally right that they do? Of course not. But we’re being pragmatic about the world as it is. We’re thinking outside the box, right?

OK, you say, but there’s another issue related to the moral repugnance of a peace-for-property deal. It rewards Putin for his foreign aggression, thereby encouraging more such aggression. See, Hitler, Poland 1939.

That’s a valid criticism. On the other hand, in contrast to Hitler in Poland, Putin in Ukraine has paid an exorbitant price in money, lives, prestige, and geopolitical power. He never would have agreed in advance to this price, and it’s unlikely he’ll be willing to pay a similar price next time.

If a sliver of Ukraine is Putin’s conquest, he can’t afford another. And he knows it. Putin has been taught his lesson. Now, he’s a cornered Russian bear.

Colorado wolves are casualties in the culture wars

Wolves roamed Colorado for millions of years. At the end of the last ice age, they managed to survive the mass extinctions of megafauna such as mammoths, mastodons, sabertooth tigers, giant cave bears, and huge sloths, an extinction event that was probably caused in part by the arrival of humans from Asia at about the same time.

Until the much later arrival of Europeans, those early Americans were living in the stone age. Their weapons were stone-tipped spears and arrows. They didn’t even have horses. But they hunted in a way that was deadly to large herding animals and the predators of the herds: They used fire.

Don’t believe the myth that they killed only whatever they could eat. They didn’t eat all the six-ton wooly mammoths, believe me.

The truth is that they killed as humans are known to kill: They killed only whatever they could

The wolves survived those humans and their fires. As large-ish mammals go, wolves are smart. Pack hunting involves a lot of socialization, planning, communication, hierarchy, and cooperation.

If you think you and a pack of friends could bring down a moose with your bare hands, try it sometime. And you weigh much more than a wolf.  

It wasn’t until Europeans arrived just a few centuries ago with firearms, poison traps, and the intention to raise cattle and sheep on the open range, that humans succeeded in exterminating wolves in Colorado.

Even then, it took a while. The last wild wolf was seen in Colorado as late as the mid-1940s. The last known wild grizzly bear in Colorado was not killed until 1979. Mountain lions never went extinct in Colorado, and now there are about 4,000 of them here.

To some of the people who spent their lives hiking, climbing, adventuring, and growing up in Colorado, the absence of wolves seemed a pity, an upsetting of the age-old natural order.

I’m in that group.

Apart from sentimentality, there’s a biology issue. Biologists say that the absence of wolves has produced huge destructive herds of their natural prey – elk. The elk overgraze the grasslands, leaving it prone to erosion. Ironically, this is to the detriment of the grazing cattle and sheep for whose benefit the wolves were eliminated.

More elk are now in Colorado – over a quarter million – than in any other state, including Alaska, Montana and Wyoming.

That surprised me. For animals that can weigh nearly half a ton and stand tall as a man, these Wapiti – or “ghosts of the forest” – are very shy. In a long lifetime of hiking thousands of miles of the Colorado backcountry, I’ve seen them fewer than a couple dozen times.

I may not see elk often, but I may finally be granted my wish to dance with wolves. A citizens’ referendum a few years ago put to the people the question whether wolves should be reintroduced in Colorado. It passed.

It hasn’t been hard to find wolves for the reintroduction task. They never went extinct in most of the west, including Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Oregon, Washington, California, Arizona, Alberta and British Columbia. They’re also in Michigan, Wisconsin and Minnesota.  

The Colorado referendum provided that ranchers would be compensated fairly for the livestock the wolves prey upon. Nobody in their right mind believed that wouldn’t happen.

And it has. We now have about 30 reintroduced wolves in Colorado, and they kill a few dozen cattle and sheep a year.

Let’s put those numbers in context. Those 30 wolves are less than 1% of the 4,000 mountain lions. In case you’re worried about being eaten, wolf attacks on humans are practically non-existent, while mountain lion attacks on humans, labradoodles and other semi-intelligent domesticates occur with some regularity.

Those 30 Colorado wolves are about 0.001% of the 2.6 million cattle here. Colorado cows outnumber wolves by nearly 100,000 to 1.

The few dozen wolf predations on livestock don’t compare to the thousands of cattle and sheep lost to winter weather, lost to collisions with cars, and sometimes just plain lost – or stolen – on the wide-open range of National Forest lands where ranchers lease grazing rights on the cheap.

At the rate wolves are eating Colorado cattle, it would take them approximately a quarter million years to finish dinner – but dinner has a life span of only about 18 months.

I know those figures are cold comfort to a dead cow preyed upon by a wild wolf. But being dead and eaten is the fate of that cow anyway, right?

As for the cow’s owner, the taxpayer money paid as compensation to ranchers for wolf predation is generous.

As for the taxpayers who pay that compensation, even at generous rates it doesn’t amount to much because it happens so seldom. The total is only something in the low to mid-six figures a year. That’s roughly a nickel per year per Colorado resident.

I’m happy to pay my nickel. If the nickel is a sore spot with you, I’ll pay yours too.

Apart from the dollars, cents and sense at issue here, the debate over wolf reintroduction rages emotionally. I’ve noticed a certain tribal aspect to it. It’s my tribe – conservatives – who tend to be opposed to wolf reintroduction, while it’s the opposing tribe – liberals – who support it.

I’m not sure why. Teddy Roosevelt was both a conservative of sorts and a conservationist who was instrumental in protecting Yellowstone and the wildlife there. I’m certain he would support wolf reintroduction to Colorado.

Nonetheless, the range war goes on, Hatfield and McCoy style. Somehow, somewhere along the way, wolves got thrown to the wolf-bin of environmental issues – that grab bag of global warming, wind power and plastic straws. The more one side supports it, the more the other side opposes it.

Wolves have become collateral damage in the culture wars. People on each side, who don’t know or care much about the substance of the issue, bark and howl at their counterparts on the other side.

To my tribe of conservatives, wolves are equated with globalist transexuals in fur coats who are after their children. To the opposing tribe of liberals, wolves are seen as sacred angels of Gaia.

Both are wrong and destructive. The wolves deserve better than to be tools in this ridiculous culture war that they didn’t start, don’t fight, and can’t win.

And we deserve better. Forget about Gaia. We conservatives and conservationists deserve a God-given land with the natural creatures He put there. We conservatives would do well to conserve well.

Glenn Beaton has lived over 60 years in Colorado, has climbed 50 of the Colorado 14ers, and is a former Full Member of Mountain Rescue Aspen.

I wish Trump were right about birthright citizenship, but he’s probably not

In determining citizenship, the United States has a very unusual approach. You’re a citizen if you were born here. (You’re also a citizen if you were born abroad under certain circumstances, but that’s a different issue.)

That’s a bit crazy, because it means that if a woman (aren’t you glad we don’t have to refer to them as “child-birthing persons” anymore?) makes it into the United States, legally or illegally, in time to give birth – right on the north bank of the Rio Grande, for example – her baby is an American citizen.

The mother doesn’t magically become an American citizen by giving birth in America, but through this loophole in the law her American-born baby does.

This has happened literally millions of times over the last few decades, though not always on the north bank of the Rio Grande. It happened especially after Joe Biden abolished the southern border.

The upshot is that millions of people are American citizens merely because their mothers managed to illegally enter the country to give birth here. Very few countries allow this.

I’m sure Joe Biden would have done this by Executive Order, or some such thing, just as he opened the southern border by Executive Orders, but he didn’t need to.

You see, this loophole isn’t just the law; it’s the Constitution. In the aftermath of the Civil War, the 14th Amendment was passed to ensure the citizenship of former slaves. The first sentence states:

“All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside.”

It’s tempting to blame today’s outcome – millions of new American citizens born to illegal immigrants – on the people who wrote and passed the 14th Amendment.

Didn’t they anticipate that the American people over the next century and a half would permit the accumulation of extraordinary, extra-Constitutional power in the hands of the Presidents, and that the people would permit a particular senile, corrupt President to exercise those powers to abolish the southern border and thereby ensure citizenship to millions of babies born to illegal immigrants entering through that abolished border?

To ask that question is to answer it. The answer is no, they didn’t anticipate that. They thought their descendants would be smarter and more careful than that.

Ah, but there’s a loophole in this citizenship loophole, say those who are desperate to find one. The loophole, they say, is the qualifying phrase “subject to the jurisdiction thereof.” The immigrant babies, they say, are not “subject to the jurisdiction” of the United States.

But they are.

People without special immunities are subject to the jurisdiction of the United States simply by being present within the United States. That’s true of a tourist from France or an illegal immigrant from Mexico. That Frenchman and that Mexican are bound by our laws while they’re in our country, just as we are bound by their laws when we are in their countries.

So, what is the purpose in the 14th Amendment of the qualifying phrase “subject to the jurisdiction thereof”?

It was almost certainly to exclude rare individuals such as the babies of diplomats. A woman who is a diplomat or the wife of a diplomat has diplomatic immunity from the jurisdiction of the United States, as does her newborn baby. Therefore, that diplomatically immune baby, even if born in a Washington DC hospital, is not an American citizen.

Similarly, at the time the Amendment was passed, Native Americans (called “Indians” at the time, but at least they were never called “birthing persons”) on reservations were not United States citizens and therefore not subject to the jurisdiction of the United States. Consequently, their children, likewise, were not United States citizens. (This was revised by statute in 1924.)

In short, I wish it were otherwise, but intellectual honesty (the only kind I have, so-called friends say) compels me to conclude that the 14th Amendment guarantees citizenship to the America-born babies of illegal immigrants.

This issue has been addressed in the last month by two Federal Courts, and each has concluded that the analysis set forth above is correct, and that it’s not even a close call. If this issue goes to the Supreme Court, the likely outcome is a 9-0 ruling.

There are other solutions to the problem. The 14th Amendment could be revised by a new Constitutional Amendment. But that takes an Act of Congress and the ratifying vote of three-fourths of the states. 

Alternatively, we could secure the border to address this problem going forward, and we should, while embracing the citizens who became such, as newborns, when the border was open.

After all, they did not choose their womb or its location at the time of their birth. Those fortuitously born Americans are as likely as other new citizens to fulfill the American dream. Joe Biden dealt us a bad hand. Let’s not play it badly, too.

Glenn K. Beaton practiced law in the Federal Courts, including the Supreme Court.

Kennedy had a cult-like following. So did Obama. Personally, I’ll take Trump.

The Trump-is-Hitler crowd dismisses the 77 million Americans who elected Donald Trump to the Presidency, for the second time, as a cult.

They aren’t suggesting that these 77 million people are a cult because they were opposed to another four years of Joe Biden’s drooling corruption. Rather, they’re suggesting that these people are card-carrying, Kool Aid-drinking Trump worshippers.

Let’s put this in context. One of the defining characteristics of cults is that they idolize a charismatic, authoritarian leader. Such leaders get away with a lot. Think about a leader who says such things as:

“Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”

That’s a catchy slogan, but there’s a sinister side. The charismatic speaker was sloganeering people to subordinate their own needs to the needs (and wants) of a geopolitical entity – namely, their country.

Not coincidentally, the needs and wants of that country to which the speaker urged the people to subordinate their own needs, were defined by that very same speaker.

How convenient for the speaker, who happened to be the President of the most powerful country in the history of the world. In less flowery language, he could have said, “Just do what I tell you.”

Such sentiments have prevailed for thousands of years, but the Founders of the country that speaker was leading had something new in mind. They imagined a nation that, in the words of Abraham Lincoln, was “of the people, by the people, and for the people.”

In the course of a great civil war, Lincoln with those words reminded the people that the purpose of this nation so conceived and dedicated – this nation Lincoln wanted not to perish from the earth – was to serve its people, not to be served by them.

Or think about a leader about whom it is declared:

“He is the one.”

If such a declaration conjures up the Gospels, that’s because it’s supposed to.

As if atheists comparing a politician to a messiah is not bad enough, consider that this “one” (or is it this “One”?) was worshipped (by the stupid media anyway) as the “smartest President ever.”

Their IQ evidence was as thin as their messiah evidence.

Which brings us to the so-called Cult of Trump, some 77-million strong and counting.

But alas, no one suggests that Trump is the messiah. No one suggests that our personal needs and wants should be Trumped.

Trump never uses the phrase “Ask not . . .”

He’s not known for flowery language at all. His best and most persuasive speech was to repeat a single word three times. Blood flowed down his face as he stumbled to his feet and shouted: “FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!”

I don’t worship Trump. His human flaws are painfully obvious at times. He’s certainly no messiah, and his White House is no Camelot. But this is not the time for a messiah, and Camelot never actually existed in either medieval England or 60s America.

What America needs is a course correction. We need to get government back on a path that serves us.

I believe that, with the help of talented people, a bit of luck, and Providence, Trump might be able to make that correction. That makes me an optimist, not a cultist.

Democrats have run out of epithets, now they’ll have to talk

“Hitler” was their favorite. Trump was “just like Hitler,” they warned us. Forget about the fact that Trump has close relatives who are Jewish and was a staunch supporter of Israel in his first term – and also before and after.

And forget the fact that it’s the Democrats who proudly exhibit sympathy for barbarians who mass-murder, mass-behead and mass-rape the Jews.

Democrats’ proof that Trump was Hitler despite the facts we are supposed to forget was that Trump wanted to disallow the illegal immigration of Latinos into America, just like Hitler wanted to disallow the illegal immigration of Jews into Germany.

Er, no, that’s not it.

Anywaaaaay, you get the point. Trump may not be exactly like Hitler, but he sorta, kinda is, in that his big orange hair reminds every thinking person of Hitler’s little black moustache. All decent people hate him, Democrats assure us.

Except the 77-some million Americans who elected him. But most of that 77 million don’t count, and many are unable to count because they’re deplorable flyover Red-state hicks.

The remaining people in those 77 million who voted for Trump became the first, second and third richest people in the history of the world by inventing and selling products and services that people wanted. Which, to a Democrat, makes them evil.

Some of these diabolical oligarchs are donating their time to trim government waste rather than using their time to make beaucoup bucks, but the Democrats believe that’s only because they want to use the levers of government to make mega, MAGA beaucoup bucks.

Curious mix, that – the stupid Red-state rednecks and the diabolically brilliant billionaires. Democrats have convinced themselves (and only themselves) that Trump’s 99.99% stupid brain appeals to the first demographic while the other 0.01% evil genius of his brain appeals to the second demographic.

And so, more epithets spew from the Democrats (and the dwindling, enfeebled, quislings among the GOP establishment).

They’ve epitheted that Trump is just like Hitler alright – “just like we said,” they say again and again – except he’s rich, greedy and stupid. And he’s a diabolically evil genius when he’s not being stupid. That diabolically evil genius part of Trump, or maybe it’s the stupid part, is a . . . drum roll . . .

THREAT TO DEMOCRACY!!!

Yawn.

How do you top “He’s literally just like Hitler!” Along with all the price inflation the Democrats gave us the last four years, they also gave us skyrocketing epithet inflation.

The Democrats have nothing left of their epithet ammo. All their epithets are used up. They can’t really say with a straight face “He’s literally Satan.”

On the other hand, I never thought they’d say with a straight face “He’s literally Hitler!”

But they don’t believe in God – or Satan – so I think we’re safe. Meanwhile, purportedly sane and decent elected Democrats are amusing themselves by shouting “f*** Trump” into microphones on television.

This makes me suspect the Democrats next act of inflation after their price inflation and epithet inflation will be profanity inflation. The Democrats will use the “f***” word so frequently and publicly that it will go the way of “crap.” It will become just another crude word rather than an obscene one. Sort of the way “woke” became just another word for “moron.”

There’s a problem with crudely and repeatedly warning that a person is a Hitlerian threat to Democracy who is very stupid except when he’s being diabolically clever.

The problem is that each passing day of no-Hitler, no-threat, and no-diabolicality, tends to disprove the threat.

I know what you students who studied Aesop in non-public schools with non-teachers-union teachers who were not owned by the Democratic Party will say.  You’ll say that in the end of The Boy Who Cried Wolf, the wolf did come.

Fine. Maybe Washington needs a wolf or, better yet, a Destroyer.

Was Michelle Obama a DEI bride?

I have nothing against Michelle. The media tells us that she’s pretty, she’s smart, she’s accomplished, and I’m sure she’s charming. As her husband said about Hillary Clinton, she’s “likable enough.”

OK, I’ll admit that I didn’t particularly like her comment that the first time she was proud of America was the night Barack was elected. Surely there was a time in her first 45 years before then that she felt some pride in America. How about when the 1980 Olympic Hockey Team beat the Russians? How about when we put a man on the Moon? How about when we passed the Civil Rights Acts? 

In any event, I always thought she could have congratulated her husband for being elected President of the nation without gratuitously insulting that nation. If she truly thought so little of the nation that she’d never before been proud of it, how could she be proud that he’d been elected President of it? 

And how could the incoming First Lady be so rude to the country? A more gracious statement still true to her feelings might have been something like “I was so proud of America that night.”

Also, I think the media fawning over her beauty was a bit overdone, to the point that it seemed racially condescending to me. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but to my eye she is not as beautiful as Jackie Kennedy was. But, for that, blame the media and their eyes for their contrary judgment, not Michelle. 

As for Michelle’s considerable accomplishments, one was indeed comparable to Jackie’s — it was to marry well. Michelle married a bright, rising politician by the name of Barry Soetoro. 

Soetoro had been born to an 18-year-old white woman and an older Kenyan man who abandoned them. He grew up in Hawaii as a mixed-race boy of a white mother. 

Soetoro became interested in politics, particularly the ethnic type. In that, his white mother — his only parent that was present — was a liability. Being half Black was an asset, but only a half-ass-et. 

With a touch of the self-promoting genius he was to display throughout his career, he changed his name to “Barack Obama,” taking his missing father’s Kenyan name. And he decided he “identified” as all Black.

In one of the self-promotion books he later wrote, he even stated in the preface that he had been born in Kenya. When that became problematic — nay, disqualifying — in his campaign for the Presidency, he “explained” that the preface had been written by someone else and he’d never read it. 

Uh huh. It’s surprising that the press let him get away with that explanation, until you realize that this same press later dismissed the Hunter laptop as fake and assured us that Joe Biden was sharp as a tack. 

This guy now going by Barack had a talent for riding the early 2000s wave of liberal white guilt. Chameleon-like, he could be what he really was — a mixed race kid from Hawaii — or, on demand, he could drop his g’s and be shuckin’ and jivin’ with the bros. 

Hillary might have been likable enough, but Barack was Black enough. And in the year 2008, Black was better. 

Barack had foreseen it all, early on. And he had already orchestrated the show.

There was one problem. Barack had several girlfriends before he got married. The thing in common was . . . they were white. 

That presented a problem because this guy had consciously reinvented himself as a Black leader with a white personality, someone who could garner Black votes with his Blackness while garnering white liberal votes with his whiteness.

So Barack let the white chicks go. Bad fit for his career ambitions. He substituted a bright young lawyer, Michelle. She was ambitious, almost as much as he. And very much Black.

He married her. He won the Presidency. He won the adulation of the media. He won that thing he imagined was ever-arcing toward him — history.

Now in his post-history, his post-presidency, his post-Blackness, and perhaps his post-marriage, he might have won Jennifer Aniston. The rumors are thick that the two of them are an item. Liberal “fact-checker” Snopes says there’s “no evidence” of it, even as they reference numerous insiders who swear it’s true. (When Snopes wants something to be false, the evidence of it is always deemed not evidence. What do they want, a stained blue dress?)

Moreover, there’s a dog that didn’t bark. Michelle was mysteriously absent from two big political events — the inauguration of Donald Trump and the funeral of Jimmy Carter, both of which were attended by everyone who’s anyone, but which Barack attended alone. 

The only question now is, will he change his name back to Barry Soetoro? 

Was Michelle Obama a DEI bride?

I have nothing against Michelle. The media tells us that she’s pretty, she’s smart, she’s accomplished, and I’m sure she’s charming. As her husband said about Hillary Clinton, she’s “likable enough.”

OK, I’ll admit that I didn’t particularly like her comment that the first time she was proud of America was the night Barack was elected. Surely there was a time in her first 45 years before then that she felt some pride in America. How about when the 1980 Olympic Hockey Team beat the Russians? How about when we put a man on the Moon? How about when we passed the Civil Rights Acts? 

In any event, I always thought she could have congratulated her husband for being elected President of the nation without gratuitously insulting that nation. If she truly thought so little of the nation that she’d never before been proud of it, how could she be proud that he’d been elected President of it? 

And how could the incoming First Lady be so rude to the country? A more gracious statement still true to her feelings might have been something like “I was so proud of America that night.”

Also, I think the media fawning over her beauty was a bit overdone, to the point that it seemed racially condescending to me. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but to my eye she is not as beautiful as Jackie Kennedy was. But, for that, blame the media and their eyes for their contrary judgment, not Michelle. 

As for Michelle’s considerable accomplishments, one was indeed comparable to Jackie’s — it was to marry well. Michelle married a bright, rising politician by the name of Barry Soetoro. 

Soetoro had been born to an 18-year-old white woman and an older Kenyan man who abandoned them. He grew up in Hawaii as a mixed-race boy of a white mother. 

Soetoro became interested in politics, particularly the ethnic type. In that, his white mother — his only parent that was present — was a liability. Being half Black was an asset, but only a half-ass-et. 

With a touch of the self-promoting genius he was to display throughout his career, he changed his name to “Barack Obama,” taking his missing father’s Kenyan name. And he decided he “identified” as all Black.

In one of the self-promotion books he later wrote, he even stated in the preface that he had been born in Kenya. When that became problematic — nay, disqualifying — in his campaign for the Presidency, he “explained” that the preface had been written by someone else and he’d never read it. 

Uh huh. It’s surprising that the press let him get away with that explanation, until you realize that this same press later dismissed the Hunter laptop as fake and assured us that Joe Biden was sharp as a tack. 

This guy now going by Barack had a talent for riding the early 2000s wave of liberal white guilt. Chameleon-like, he could be what he really was — a mixed race kid from Hawaii — or, on demand, he could drop his g’s and be shuckin’ and jivin’ with the bros. 

Hillary might have been likable enough, but Barack was Black enough. And in the year 2008, Black was better. 

Barack had foreseen it all, early on. And he had already orchestrated the show.

There was one problem. Barack had several girlfriends before he got married. The thing in common was . . . they were white. 

That presented a problem because this guy had consciously reinvented himself as a Black leader with a white personality, someone who could garner Black votes with his Blackness while garnering white liberal votes with his whiteness.

So Barack let the white chicks go. Bad fit for his career ambitions. He substituted a bright young lawyer, Michelle. She was ambitious, almost as much as he. And very much Black.

He married her. He won the Presidency. He won the adulation of the media. He won that thing he imagined was ever-arcing toward him — history.

Now in his post-history, his post-presidency, his post-Blackness, and perhaps his post-marriage, he might have won Jennifer Aniston. The rumors are thick that the two of them are an item. Liberal “fact-checker” Snopes says there’s “no evidence” of it, even as they reference numerous insiders who swear it’s true. (When Snopes wants something to be false, the evidence of it is always deemed not evidence. What do they want, a stained blue dress?)

Moreover, there’s a dog that didn’t bark. Michelle was mysteriously absent from two big political events — the inauguration of Donald Trump and the funeral of Jimmy Carter, both of which were attended by everyone who’s anyone, but which Barack attended alone. 

The only question now is, will he change his name back to Barry Soetoro? 

Democrats are still owned by their hate

It was predicted that the changing demographics of America – specifically, more racial minorities – would deliver permanent control of the government to the Democrats by now.

Instead, over the past few years the Democrats have lost the Presidency, the Senate, the House, a majority of governorships, a majority of state legislatures, and the Supreme Court.

This isn’t just about Donald Trump, though his approval ratings are higher than ever while Joe Biden’s (who?) are lower than ever.  It’s broader than that. The approval ratings of Democrats are at historic lows in general, while the approval ratings for Republicans are near all-time highs.

In their rosy predictions of perma-control, here’s what the Democrats got wrong.

Americans don’t vote for their skin color, they don’t vote for their sexuality, they don’t even vote for their financial interests.

What they vote for is America. A Hispanic American does not vote for Hispanic illegals; he votes for America. A gay man does not vote for gays; he votes for America. Black men do not vote for Blacks, or at least less so than before; they vote for America.

Even middle-aged white men don’t vote for middle-aged white men; they, too, vote for America. Democrats used to mock white men in Kansas for being too stupid to “vote their interests.” Which meant that those white men – typically on the low end of the income scale – failed to vote for wealth redistribution that would benefit them personally.

But those men didn’t fail to understand that they personally would benefit from the Democrats’ socialistic wealth redistribution schemes. They understood it perfectly. They simply concluded that it was bad for America even if it might be good for them personally.

Democrats are unable to grasp that. They cannot fathom a person who puts the interests of America above his own personal financial ones – perhaps because those Democrats never would do such a thing themselves.

That’s something unusual and great about America. For all the divisiveness and emotion, we’re still a great melting pot of ethnicities and variations with the common goal of making the country great. People don’t care so much about the color of your skin or where you came from. They care about your ideas, your work, and your love for the country.

Ronald Reagan understood this sentiment, and shared in it. For that matter, so did John Kennedy, Jimmy Carter and maybe even Bill Clinton.

Kamala Harris did not. Nor did Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, or Joe Biden. They thought a presidential campaign was all about assembling and pandering to a hodge podge of people with nothing in common other than grievances against The Man, whom they perceived as their oppressor.

Ironically, the Democrats have continued campaigning against The Man – the establishment – well after they’ve become him. It’s amusing to see leftist professors who comprise 95% of the faculty rebelling against their oppressors – who are presumably the remaining 5% that haven’t yet been purged.

Trump broke the fever. He offered a campaign founded on common sense and plain talk, spiced with an unrelenting calling out of the broke woke.

For that, they hated him. It wasn’t his policies per se, but his independence. He didn’t seek the approval of the establishment powers.

Trump instead spoke truth to that power. I’ll admit that sometimes he exaggerated the truth, to make his point. OK, occasionally he even fibbed.

But the outrage that the powerful expressed at his fibs was faux. They weren’t really outraged that he fibbed to them. He’s a politician, after all. Rather, they were outraged that he refused to bow to them.

Trump not only refused to bow to them; he refused to accept their legitimacy. They had forfeited legitimacy long ago with lies about Russian collusion, burying Hunter’s laptop, hiding Joe’s senility, deleting 30,000 of Hillary’s emails after Congress subpoenaed them, and telling us “If you like your health care plan, you can keep it.”

It’s one thing to disagree with the establishment. For that, they’ll merely beat you, a la Mitt Romney and John McCain. But if you challenge their legitimacy, they’ll hate and hound you forever because then you threaten their very existence. In Trump’s case, their hatred almost cost him his life.

The Democrats and their establishment cronies are unable to get past this hatred for Trump, and they might never. To use one of their favorite cliches, Trump is an existential threat.

And so, they will double down on mutilating the genitals of boys, trying to promote or pass over people on the basis of their skin color, urging a re-opening of the borders to illegal immigration and lethal drugs, and, as the Democrat leader of the House promised last week “fighting in the streets.”

They long for Antifa and BLM which, to them, were the glory days.

At this point, the Democrats’ policies are not designed to solve problems, but to milk them. They’ve forgotten the substantive bases for their failed policies, if there ever were any. Now, their policies are simply futile, destructive expressions of their raw hate against a person who rejects their mindless dogma, undermines their absolute power, and threatens their establishmentarian existence.

It’s scream therapy.

Expressing one’s anger in a dramatic fashion can be therapeutic, up to a point. But until the Democrats get past their grief, it will continue to cost them elections.