Has Biden done anything right since he took office?
These are the facts as I, a lowly bus driver, understand them. Government spending is by nature, inflationary. That means the money supply increases, so there’s too much money chasing too few goods (prices go up). If that increase is matched by an increase in wages, the net effect is zero. But inflation is over 9% while wages have only gone up about 2.5%. That’s a 6.5% deficit that all of us absorb as a tax increase on disposable income. Simply put, you can buy 6.5% less stuff today than you could a year ago, even though you got a raise, and keep in mind, not everyone did.
For those too young to remember the Carter years, when inflation outpaces wages, demand falls, unemployment increases, and the economy shrinks. When it lasts more than two months, you go into recession. Jimmy Carter tried to spend his way out of recession; it didn’t work for him, and it won’t work for Joe Biden. When Biden calls his plan the Inflation Reduction Act, he’s putting lipstick on a pig.
By the way, don’t let your liberal friends tell you that this thing will reduce prescription drug costs by requiring price negotiation. If you read the bill, you’ll find that it requires offers and counteroffers based on established government price limits.
So a drug manufacturer submits a bid, the government counters, and this is supposed to be the negotiation process at work. The problem lies in the details. Under Biden’s Inflation Reduction Act, under no circumstances can the government accept a price above a predetermined limit.
Call me naïve, but I don’t think that’s how a negotiation works, it’s how extortion works. Ultimately, drug supplies will be limited, and if drug companies can’t earn a profit on what they sell to the government, they’ll just pass the cost on to their other customers, you and me.
PS – Contact your congressmen (women) by any means necessary, and let them know that you know, this is a bad deal.
If you read my blog then you already know that we have a legal responsibility to defend Ukraine. It’s called the Budapest Memorandum. That said. Nowhere in the contract does it say that we have to be stupid about it.
Democrats and Rinos (aka. socialist/communist) are once again looking at poles and reading their own press. They’re reacting, not thinking. Presto, 40 billion dollars of taxpayer money goes to Ukraine while American Moms can’t feed their infants.* Add that to all the other domestic crises under the Biden Administration, and what’s a country to do?
Does this mean we turn our back on the responsibility to defend Ukraine? NO!
I Did That 😉***
It means we should be the superpower that we are and settle this thing by defeating the Russian invasion without shooting a single round. Fire up our oil production and the price of gas drops immediately; within weeks, maybe a month, Russia goes broke. No money, no war.
Right now, we’re paying more for a gallon of gas than we ever have. It’s double the price we paid just two years ago. Sure, our money isn’t headed directly to Russia anymore, but everyone else’s is. And when the price of oil is artificially high because we aren’t producing our own, more money goes to Russia and its war machine.
We’re still funding the war, just not directly. This deserves repeating. We (the USA) are still funding the war in Ukraine by keeping oil prices artificially high. It’s all due to our lack of domestic oil production and Joe Biden’s Green New Deal.
Forty billion dollars does nothing to end the war in Ukraine, just extend it. Low oil prices will end the war, and fast.
At some point, we as a people need to realize that throwing money at a problem only makes the problem bigger. Without sufficient monitoring and controls in place to make sure that the money is properly allocated, we, as a nation, are suckers.
Thank G-d for Senator Rand Paul. He has done what he could to buy us time.
*Curiously, illegal aliens crossing the border have plenty of free formula right now. No supply chain issues there.
** Too late. We didn’t think, and now we are suckers. The Dems and Rinos (socialist/communist) did it again. The 40 billion dollar bill passed. All Biden has to do is sign it (if he remembers how).
*** “But what’s puzzlin you is the nature of my game” The Rolling Stones … no better explanation.
The events in Ukraine remind me of the 2020 election in many ways. There are rules for the proper implementation of a fair election. There are rules for the proper implementation of war.
By now, it should be clear to you that the only reason Biden is your president is because the democrats broke election laws and cheated the American people out of a fair and honest election. Why? They did it because that was the only way they could win.
Putin is conducting war in Ukraine; he is bombing schools, hospitals, civilians in flight, civilian infrastructure, nuclear power plants, and now, journalists. He has already used vacuum bombs. Individually and collectively, these are war crimes. He is breaking all the rules because Ukraine is fighting back regardless of American assistance, and Russia hasn’t won, not yet. He has threatened escalation in the past, acted upon it, and will do it again without hesitation. Putin doesn’t take Biden seriously as a leader, which only encourages him to make more threats. These are not opinions; these are facts.
Biden is an incompetent leader. That is also a fact. He was supposed to be a unifier; look what we got. He was supposed to be experienced in diplomacy; look what we got. He was supposed to be tough (remember Corn-Pop and taking Trump behind the shed for a beating); look what we got.
Putin can’t lose because if he does, he’ll be prosecuted for war crimes. If we send jets to Ukraine and establish a no-fly zone, then Putin threatens Biden with chemical, biological, and nuclear escalation leading to WWIII. As far as Putin is concerned, it’s just another war crime. What does he have to lose? And what does the Pansy in the Whitehouse do? He backs down. Why? Because Putin is conducting WWIII right now, regardless of Joe Biden’s attempts at appeasement.
And winning is the only option— just like the democrats in 2020.
As I explained in my last post, I was in a foul mood all week. In fact, I wasn’t even going to post today.
But this morning, everything changed. I turned on the news and Ukraine is still standing. Its people are defending themselves, fighting for their freedom with everything they have. Meanwhile, I was feeling sorry for myself because I had a bad week. How self-absorbed is that?
Halfway around the world people just like me, are fighting an existential war. There is killing and dying on both sides and … It hit me hard. I really don’t do much, not much at all. I drive a bus. How insignificant is that?
What I do has no effect and does nothing to help the people who are hiding in bomb shelters to survive a needless war. A war waged against the innocent and provoked by insipid weakness. Putin is guilty of waging war on a country that did nothing wrong. But Biden is guilty of provoking the war by being insipidly weak. He imposes sanctions that do too little—too late, and then buys Russian oil. Yes, the United States is still buying Russian oil because of Biden’s domestic energy policy. If you finance an insane tyrant, don’t you share in his blame? Think about it.
So simply put. Guilt has me at the keyboard. Even if I only reach half a dozen, it’s something … at the very least.
Please watch the entire video below and listen to Olena Gnes. Yesterday, her children were in school. Today, she is hiding them in a bomb shelter.
Look. I know it’s only been a year, but six months into the Biden rein of incompetency, most of us were asking, could it get any worse.
And then the BLM/ANTIFA riots happened.
And then Afghanistan happened.
And then the crime wave happened. And then runaway inflation happened. And then the Putin/Xi accord happened. And then Americans, even those who actually (not figuratively) voted for Joe Biden stopped asking if it could get any worse. They already knew the answer. Instead, they started asking what’s next.
Yet, there are still Biden supporters who can’t see the naked emperor. I work with one. He’s a good guy. Also, he knows that I write this blog, but because he’s a staunch progressive and liberal to his core, he refuses to read anything I write. I can safely publish this post knowing that he (let’s call him Bernie) and I will still be friends.
The other day at work, we were talking about Joe. Why? Because there’s a TV in the employee lounge and Bernie never misses an opportunity to tune in CNN. They were talking about some nonsense or another, and I happened to blurt out, “Name one thing Joe Biden has done right.”
Bernie laughed that sarcastically demeaning way all liberals do when someone from the right speaks. Then he says, “Biden stopped the war!”
Bernie is older than me, and I consider him a friend even though he’d be a communist if he were truly honest with himself. Still, he’s older, and out of respect, I do my best to give him as much leeway as possible.
I simply said, “No, he didn’t.”
Bernie did his liberal laugh again. “Yes, he did—he ended a twenty-year war.”
“NO. Joe didn’t end the war.”
“Oh yes, he did.”
“No, he didn’t.” At this point, it was time for me to leave because there was only one thing left for me to say. “I’m running late. Gotta go guys. Drive safely out there.” I started to walk away.
There were the normal return salutations, You Too, Be Safe, Have a Good One, and then there was Bernie and his ideology. “Remember! No more war … No War!”
What I wanted to say, but didn’t, out of respect for Bernie, was this. “Joe Biden didn’t end a war; he surrendered it. There’s a big difference. It’s why there are still American hostages in Afghanistan. It’s why the Taliban had a big victory parade with 85 billion dollars worth of our military equipment. It’s why Putin and Xi are becoming so aggressive on the world stage. Biden didn’t end a war; he laid the groundwork for a new one.”
In hindsight, maybe I should have said something. But it wouldn’t have registered with good ole Bernie, so I didn’t risk an argument.
Suffice it to say, Joe has driven America off the road and fallen asleep at the wheel with his foot on the accelerator. He’ll never learn to do what’s right for anyone but himself. And Bernie? Good ole Bernie will never learn to see the naked emperor cloaked in communist ideology.
In yesterday’s post, I hinted at a second entertaining story courtesy of my passengers, and here it is.
But first, let me set the scene. It was a clear and crisp day. The kind of day people pay good money to experience during Florida’s winter.
FYI—For all you northeast liberals: I’m a conservative, and just like everything else I say, I just lied about the weather. The truth is the weather sucks. Also, mask and vax mandates, Joe’s build back better (or for worse) plan, and defunding the police, are huge successes. So stay right where you are, and keep on voting for politicians like AOC and Joe Biden.
Now, back to setting the scene:
My bus is a full fare bus which means $1.50 buys you a seat. There are qualified discounts, but first, you must qualify. We also have free-fare bus routes for people who live in certain areas. For this story, we’ll say that people from Tim-Buck-Too (fictitious) qualify to ride these free routes, but again, the route I drive is not free, so that doesn’t apply.
My route is a big loop, approximately one hour long. On this particular loop, I arrived at one of my stops with an empty bus and slightly ahead of schedule. One passenger was waiting to board, so I knelt the bus and opened the doors.
Big Red, as we will affectionately call him for obvious reasons (he’s big and has red hair), boards my bus and feeds a dollar into the farebox. Then, he continues to his seat as though he paid the full fare. To do it right takes practice because you need to do it fast, and in one swift motion. It’s the first rule of bad ridership. If you don’t do it right, you have to stop, allowing the driver an opportunity to catch you shorting the fare. Big Red was an expert, and as such, made his way to the rear of the bus. He figured that he got away with it again (Dumb driver), mistake number one.
I waited until he got comfortable in the back seat of my 40-foot bus. Why? Because I’m not as dumb as I look and this isn’t my first rodeo. “Excuse me, sir. The fare is $1.50.” Big Red pretended not to hear me—standard operating procedure for experienced riders. But I wasn’t deterred and repeated, “Sir, the fare, it’s a $1.50.”
“Oh. I didn’t know. I never rode the bus before, and everyone said it was a dollar.”
Mistake number two, I know he’s an experienced rider but I played along. “No sir. This is a full-fare bus and it’s a $1.50.”
Big Red didn’t like being challenged like that, so he forgot the second rule of bad ridership; when the driver expects you to come to the front of the bus for any reason, always walk as slow as possible. Remember, the driver has a schedule to keep. But Big Red let his temper get the best of him and charged to the front. “Since when is it a $1.50? I always pay a dollar.”
Mistake number three. He just said that he was a new rider. I ignored this mistake as well and pointed to the front of the farebox. “What does it say?” When Big Red finished reading, he just stood there like a statue. So, I repeated, “What does it say?”
He hadn’t figured out a response yet, so he told the truth. “It says a $1.50 but ….. Oh. Wait. What if I’m from Tim-Buck-Too?” If he was a new rider, how would he know about Tim-Buck-Too? Mistake number four.
I looked him straight in the eye and said, “I don’t care if you’re from Pluto. This is a full-fare bus.”
He shot back with the smartest-ass answer he could muster, “What if I’m from Uranus (pronounce your anus)?”
I’m an experienced driver, and insults like this don’t really faze me one way or the other. So I said with a smile, “Then you’ll have to get off my bus.”
He wasn’t expecting that response, especially attached to a big smile. It caught him off guard because he was trying to anger me and it didn’t work. He paid the 50 cents and went back to his seat wondering what the hell just happened.
Here’s another FYI. Drivers are still required to wear Biden-Masks even though passengers are not. How does that make any sense? I don’t know. Anyway, I repositioned it so it could finally serve a function, help hide my laughter.
By the time we got to the end of the route, Big Red wanted to get off the bus to smoke a cigarette before continuing. The route ends and begins at a transfer stop where we wait five minutes while passengers change buses. On his way off the bus, he stops and asks, “Is it okay if I go smoke a cigarette?”
I’m still trying to hold back laughter, “Sure.”
He didn’t realize it, but the joke was on him and every time he opened his mouth, I had to struggle not to laugh. He saw that I wasn’t angry, and for the life of him, he didn’t know why. The more he thought about it the more he started to worry. Then, he realized that he was physically off the bus and earlier I mentioned something about him having to get off my bus. I could see it on his face. He was really confused and getting more concerned by the minute.
It was time for me to stretch my legs. As I got off the bus, I walked past him and started to make my way down the loading deck towards the security guard. Big Red saw this and panicked. Then, he did the only thing he could. “Driver! I’m sorry about that Uranus remark.”
I turned back, “Why? I thought you meant it as a joke.”
Big Red was at a loss. “Uh, I did.”
“Well, that’s how I took it. If you didn’t mean it as a joke, you’re walking.”
“No. No. It was totally a joke.”
I wasn’t trying to get the security guard’s attention, I just happened to walk in his direction. He looked at me and asked, “What’s that about?”
“I’ll tell you later.” And then, I walked to the other side of my bus and cracked up laughing until it was time to go.
In case you missed the joke, when my passenger posed the question, “What if I came from Uranus (pronounced your anus)?” He quite literally called himself a piece of shit.
A Big Red Piece of Shit.
Sometimes, the hardest part of my job is keeping a straight face.
It was a somewhat slow news week, so my political muse was nowhere to be found. Let’s face it, Joe Biden falling asleep during meetings or reading the teleprompter instructions as part of his speech, just isn’t newsworthy anymore. How sad is that?
Fortunately for us, my passengers came to the rescue.
Let’s start with the most recent episode of passenger outrageousness.
I picked up two old ladies on an errand to someplace or another, the actual destination is irrelevant. Of the two, one seemed to be the caregiver (supervisor) of the other. We will call the caregiver Matilda and the other Gertrude. I don’t know their real names and (for legal purposes) these names are fictitious.
Mattie and Gert finally get themselves seated after only five or six minutes. When it comes to the elderly or children, I try not to move the bus until they sit. FYI, I was on schedule before I picked them up.
Of course, it didn’t take long before Mattie shouts, “Are we going to make it to the mall on time?” Keep in mind, she was seated in the middle of a loud, crowded bus, and I heard the question clear as a bell. But I chose to ignore it because passengers aren’t supposed to talk to the driver, especially when he’s driving.
For Mattie, rules are no obstacle whatsoever. She simply turned up the volume a few hundred decibels and repeated, “Driver, are we going to make it to the mall on time?”
“No ma’am. We’re now five or six minutes late.”
Gert chimes in, “What did he say?”
“He said we’re five or six minutes late.”
I expected Gert to go ballistic, but she didn’t. She just said, “Oh.”
About a minute later Gert says something to Mattie that was completely garbled. Mattie ignored it the way I initially ignored her. And just like Mattie, Gert was not deterred. With the volume turned up a few notches, Gert says, “My ass is slimy.” The whole bus heard it except for Mattie, who happened to be sitting right next to her.
“What did you say?”
“My ass is slimy.”
“My ass is slimy.”
“Your ass is shinny?”
“No! My ass is slimy.”
“Your ass is grimy?”
“MY – ASS – IS – SLIMY!”
And that’s how they left it for a minute or two. Then, Mattie shouts out, “How did your ass get slimy?”
“I don’t know. It just is.”
That wasn’t good enough for Mattie. “How do you not know how your ass got slimy? I’d know how my ass got slimy — if my ass was slimy.” Mattie shook her head in disbelief. “How do you not know? You gotta know.”
“I already told you, I don’t.”
“You gotta know.”
Gert tried to defend herself, “How the hell am I supposed to know? I can’t see it.”
“You don’t have to see it to know. You can feel it. How did your ass get slimy?”
“I – DON’T – KNOW.”
Mattie wasn’t satisfied and attempted to delve deeper.
“Did you pee yourself?”
“Did you shit yourself?”
“Well, it’s got to be one or the other. Which one is it? How’d you get a slimy ass?”
Gert defended, “You think you know everything. Well, you don’t. You’re wrong. It doesn’t have to be one of those. Maybe I just got a slimy ass.”
“You can’t just have a slimy ass.”
Gert was enjoying Mattie’s frustration, and when I looked at her in the passenger mirror, she was looking back with a shit-eating-smirk. And then, I had a BDBE, Oh God.
Mattie couldn’t hold back anymore, she burst out, “You’re lying. Either you pissed yourself or you shit yourself, and you’re too stupid to know which is which.”
Gert shouted, “No. I’m not stupid. You’re stupid. I’m not lying either, and I can prove it. I didn’t shit or piss myself. I did both.”
A few days ago I see Joe Biden and Bill Nye (the science guy?) promoting Joe’s Build Back Better Bill on TV. The contrast of Joe Biden, The Clueless, standing next to Bill Nye, The Science Guy, caught my attention. So, I hit the rewind button on the remote and watched the whole thing. Yuck.
Yes, it’s cheesy. Yes, it’s strange to the point of being oddly silly. Yes, it deserves all the slams and critical humor our dysfunctional mainstream media can muster. But then, I had a BDBE (Bus Driver Brain Eruption).
As an adult, when I think of science guys, names like Einstein, Tesla, Hawking, Asimov, and Greene come to mind. I do not think Bill Nye. If I were a boy of say five or six, yeah—Bill Nye, The Science Guy might be front and center “cuz he’s the coolest,” like Joe’s BBBB.
I concede that it’s hard to watch but … check it out anyway. Why? I’ll tell you after you watch the video. It’s actually somewhat deviant and devious all at the same time.
Is Joe really there or is he PhotoShopped?
Who are they selling this cool Build Back Better Bill to? Most adults don’t think of Bill Nye as a real Science Guy. I doubt that most scientists and college professors do either. I think by the time you get to middle school, Bill Nye is only a science guy to your little brother or sister.
Is the Biden Administration so desperate for a sympathetic ear that it has to target five-year-olds? Isn’t brainwashing the kind of thing child molesters do (the deviant part)? By doing it in front of the whole world using social media (the devious part), doesn’t that border on the absurd?
If Joe had any real self-awareness …. Well, he should be embarrassed. Sadly for us, he’s probably proud.
Last week Joe Biden announced that he was going to release 50 million barrels of oil from America’s SPR (Strategic Petroleum Reserve) to help rein in gas and heating oil prices for Thanksgiving.
YAY! —Joe’s actually doing something.
Okay, all joking aside. I went to work the next morning thinking that something didn’t make sense about the SPR release, but … Fortunately, I had ten hours of blissful bus driving to contemplate the ramifications of Joe’s wondrous deed.
One of the first things to cross my layperson’s mind was a question. With the price of oil skyrocketing, why would a president put our collective security at risk by squandering the SPR? We need that oil for real emergencies, not those manufactured by Biden’s ineptitude.
Then, it occurred to me that the reason he did it was simple. It’s easy. It’s also meaningless. While 50 million barrels sounds like a lot of oil to you and me, those in-the-know, know that America burns through 50 million barrels every two days, give or take 12 hours depending on things like holidays and weather conditions. When I say those in-the-know, that should include the Biden administration but obviously doesn’t.
So 50 million barrels is meaningless, and the proof is there for all to see. What’s the price of gas today? Hmmm? Biden doesn’t care whether you pay $4 or $5 a gallon at the pump. The important thing for him is being able to say that he did something. Besides, when no one is looking, the Biden administration will just buy back that 50 million barrels and Bob’s-Your-Uncle.
I promised an RBDBE, and here it is. It’s something that I haven’t heard anyone report on, so I’ll do my best to throw it out there myself.
Today, under Biden’s dysfunctional economy, the price of oil is just over $83 a barrel. Back in the summer of 2020, during the Trump economic success story, the price of oil bottomed out at just over $12 a barrel. Folks, I’m not making this up. You can fact-check it for yourself if you need to, but if you drive a car or buy just about anything, you know it’s true.
Under President Trump, we purchased oil for $12 a barrel times 50 million barrels =
Under Joe Biden, we purchase oil for $83 a barrel times 50 million barrels =
Millions to Billions: Biden’s 50 Million Barrel SPR release is meaningless from every angle except one, more inflation.
PS – At this point, we have to ask ourselves an increasingly vital question. Is the Biden administration entirely inept, or is it entirely adept … at being un-American?
*If this is your first time, RBDBE is a Random Bus Driver Brain Eruption.