We are, I fear, quite literally running out of time.
Daylight Saving Time (or as my late father witheringly and accurately called it,“Democrat Saving Time”) has no effect on me. For instance, I generally eat lunch now around what most of us on the East Coast would call 2 p.m., because my stomach and I know bloody well that it’s actually 1 p.m. All well and good.
But millions of others are adversely affected by this stupid scheme, which lost all its usefulness 77 years ago. We’re not fighting a world war (at least not yet) anymore, and the farmers no longer need an extra hour to bring in more crops for food production. Democrat Saving Time (and it was and is a Democrat ploy, begun under Wilson and later FDR) is a thing one occasionally hears simultaneously praised by the well-meaning athletes running rec departments and by the money-worshipping morons of chambers of commerce, as they respectively claim that more daylight hours benefit kids’ sports and their materialistic moms shopping for more stuff. Maybe. But whatever merits DST possesses are dubious at best.
Most people get cranky, as they lose a critical hour of precious sleep. Some somnologists say you can never make it up. It affects people’s work, their sleeping habits and generally causes a whole host of problems that make DST entirely more trouble than it’s worth.
And now, because it’s such a bad idea, the geniuses in Congress love it. The simians in the Senate have just passed a bill to make DST permanent. Wow. Nice going, jackasses.
One can only hope cooler heads prevail here at home. I’ve heard rumblings that North Carolina may opt not to take part in this madness and instead dispense with Daylight Saving Time alto-gether and do the sensible thing: return to Standard Time the whole year round. Be like Arizona, which wisely rejected this scam a long time ago. There are, I understand, communities in Ohio and Indiana that do the same thing. Drive across a river bridge, and the time changes. Hawaii has never had it, of course. Its southerly position ensures eternal summer and ample daylight.
Will the Tarheel State do the right thing? Only time will tell.
It’s a gas
And talking of time, it’s high time to do something about the price of gas at the pump. In the 14 months since Donaldus Rex, our real president, was forced from office in a Sino-Soros-Democrat-sponsored coup d’état, the price of a gallon of gas has more than doubled. I spent $70 on gas last week. An acquaintance, who has a four-door pick-up truck, told me he spent $150 in the same period.
At our local gas station in Stanley, stickers cover the pumps, as I noted during a recent trip to fuel up. They are cartoonish caricatures of Clueless Joe, gesticulating like the senile idiot he is, pointing to the pump’s price-counter and saying, “I did that!” Other stickers show more flattering images of Trump, saying, “Joe did that.” Store staffers (or maybe the one or two extremely rare Democrats who may skulk around in this neck of the woods) have on occasion removed said stickers. But no one has erased the seemingly permanent graffiti: a sardonic “Thanks, Joe,” and again, “Joe did that.”
Did Joe really do it? Of course not. But it’s fun to blame him. Most of us wish it had been him––the worthless sack of horse dung, not his hapless first wife––who died in that car crash half a century ago. No, Clueless Joe is a mere puppet––the tool of Obama, George Soros and his lackeys and of course Xi Jinping and the Chinese Communist Party. No, wee Joey can’t change his own adult diapers, let alone his 80-year-old muddled mind.
So who is responsible for cripplingly high gas prices that may put some Americans out of business and keep others from going to work or force still others to choose between gas and food? The aforementioned villains, that’s who. And more directly, germane to jerky Joe himself, his handlers: the boneheaded Bidenites in the White House.
The girl behind the gas station’s cash register sympathised, as did a big cowboy who came in after me.
“Oh!” he exclaimed. “You must be talking about the biggest ass clown in the whole world!”
Indeed, my friend. Biden is both a braying ass and a very unfunny clown. And a few days ago, I laughed long and loud when both he and his moronic mouthpiece, Jennifer Psaki, passed the buck and lied, referring, with straight faces, to “Putin’s price hikes.”
What a joke! Very tempting to think that had Biden and his handlers not needlessly imposed sanctions on Russia––over a war of scum versus scum (Putin contra Zelensky), that is not our circus and not our monkeys––we wouldn’t be in this bind. But it didn’t start with the war in the Ukraine. The price of gas has steadily increased since Chinese computer hackers stole the election for Beijing Biden and put their paper puppet in his usurped office.
And prior to the current miasma, we were only getting some three per cent of our oil from Russia anyway, so whither $4.20-a-gallon gasoline? What’s the real reason? Why skuttle Trump’s Keystone Pipeline when it’s needed now, more than ever, and why not tap those 150,000 unused oilwells in Texas? We have more than enough oil here at home: in Texas, California, Louisiana, Oklahoma and Colorado, to say nothing of Canada. There’s no excuse for this insanity.
This is all just a way for the Bidenites to adopt an hysterical, histrionic pose of phoney moral superiority, costing them nothing, whilst it bitterly hurts the lower and middle classes who never asked to pay more than double at the pump; can ill afford to do so; and are somehow being severely penalised over a fight in which they have no dog at all. Most of ’em couldn’t locate the Ukraine on a globe (mine, made some 40 years ago, shows it as firmly part of Russia, as per usual).
Of course the media muddleheads, as you would expect, love all this crap. This is “Dirty Laundry” on steroids for them. But what would you expect from a bunch of dunces so stupid, they have no clue how to pronounce “Kiev”? Don’t be fooled. They only pretend to care. They don’t actually give an Irish damn about the Ukraine, and most of those kids had never heard of that nation until a few weeks ago.
It’s all just crocodile tears: a typically liberal move, staged to make ’em feel and look good. As one Ukrainian observer noted, “You only pretend to care about us in order to make yourselves feel better. But a month ago, you either didn’t even know we existed, or you couldn’t find us on a map.” True. Most Americans can’t even spell “Ukraine.”
Sure, Vlad the Impaler’s invasion of the Ukraine was just as great a breach of international law as Cheney’s invasion of Iraq and Afghanistan, 20 years ago. And nobody remembers the former’s invasion of Chechnya just a few years back. But Americans are once again being gaslighted, distracted to death by the latest shiny object that has bugger-all to do with their lives.
According to CNN (so it must be true!), Zelensky addressed his fellow idiots in Congress to-day (March 16), begging for more help. He wants jets. He wants money. He wants the moon. But according to Psucki, her nominal master has already given away nearly a billion bucks in aid to the Ukraine. With any luck, they won’t get any more. Even a blind pig finds a truffle now and again, and even in the Biden White House, they appear to realise that creating a no-fly zone over the Ukraine would mean starting World War III. Thus the answer––at least for now––is “no.”
Most Americans, alas, don’t know the truth about Zelensky. A former comedian (!!!), he is in fact a CIA-sponsored, Soros-backed, money-worshipping, atheistic, sinner-coddling dictator, put in place by the Obamatons and no different morally from Putin.
But Putin opposes Soros, and he has kicked that nonagenarian nimrod and his apparatchiki out of Russia, hence the enmity of our own illegal, usurping government in Washington. Plus, Clueless Joe and his witless son have long years of damning ties with both the Ukraine and China, including the attempted financial blackmail of the former (“Ya’ gotta pay to play, baby!”), and those are the real reasons for the current distracting sabre-rattling. Russia has devolved into a Chinese client state, and the latter wants to see the former exhaust itself, the better to climax long centuries of hatred by swallowing it up. Indeed, China wants to swallow the entire planet, remaking it in the image of the CCP, according to analyst Gordon Chang. That’s the end game of Xi’s long-term “silk belt” goals. God help us.
Look: tragedies unfold every day. We can do nothing about most of them. Sure, it’s a humanitarian crisis and very sad. Ideally, Zelensky and Putin would both be jailed. But there’s such a thing as not poking a bear. Or not needlessly swatting a hornet’s nest. Or not making a bad situation irretrievably worse by giving in to the media drummers of the Military-Industrial-Banking Complex. If we create a no-fly zone, per the advice of such treasonous idiots as li’l Lindsay Graham, that means global thermonuclear war. Insane. Again: not our circus; not our monkeys.
We cannot afford to be the world’s policeman. We should not even try. As someone said recently, the only way to avoid nuclear war is to simply give Russia what it wants and forget about it.
And as the late, great Paul Harvey used to say, “Now you know the rest of the story...Good day!”