For three years, the young attorney had been taking his brief vacations at this country inn. The last time he’d finally managed an affair with the innkeeper’s daughter.
Looking forward to an exciting few days, he dragged his suitcase up the stairs of the inn, then stopped short. There sat his lover with an infant on her lap! “Sweetheart, why didn’t you call when you learned you were pregnant?” he cried. “I would have rushed up here, we could have gotten married, and the baby would have my name!”
“Well,” she said, “when my folks found out about my condition, we sat up all night talkin’ and talkin’ about whether we’d rather have a bastard in the family, or a lawyer.”
Team Obama paved the way.
No sooner were Democrats’ Trump-Russia collusion charges debunked than they began to claim that Trump will do again in 2020 what Robert Mueller found he did not do in 2016: rig the election.
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The 2020 Iowa caucuses have proven an endless source of entertainment, mirth, and just pure amazement.
In the long history of these weird political events, the one just held this week had to be the weirdest of them all.
First, of course, the cast of characters we saw which range from an avowed Communist and Soviet-admirer to a burnt out corruptocrat ex-VP, and all sorts of other oddities in-between. These candidates are nuts.
Second, literally for years, everybody in the Iowa Democrat party knew the caucuses were to be held this month. The World’s Oldest Political Party still managed to put together the most shambolic political event I have ever witnessed since, well, perhaps at least since the 1968 Democrat Convention in Chicago. Nothing went right! Was it the fault of the vote-counting “App”? Do Democrats need to learn to code? Do they need to learn how to count? Was it just a general level of incompetence? A malicious intent to prevent Bernie from gloating about his “victory”?
Whatever it was, it was a true Seinfeld event: a tale about nothing brought to you by Marxism.
Yep, we saw a duel between the two principal Marxist wings of the Democrat Party: the Karl Marxists and the Groucho Marxists. It was all, I don’t know, a sort of a matter runs into anti-matter, or unstoppable force meets immovable object collision. If train K leaves the station going West at one pm at fifty mph, and train G leaves a station 100 miles down the line going East at 2 pm . . . when will they collide?
The only thing that saves our Republic from the Democrats, it seems, is that the Karl and the Groucho wings cancel each other out.
More popcorn! Keep at it, Democrats!
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