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.
I started my day with joy and vigor. Why? It was the anticipation of finally having time to participate in my favorite pastime, writing about current events. I know it’s a weird pastime … but it’s me.
However, there’s a problem. The news cycle happens so fast that, try as I may, it’s simply impossible for me to keep up. I have to work 40 hours a week and by the time I can get to the keyboard, what was news yesterday, is not only old today, it’s forgotten.
Part of the problem lies in the sheer number of screw-ups that Joe Biden is capable of making.
The only thing Biden does well is fail. Interestingly, Biden doesn’t seem to fail at failing.
Hmmm. Sounds like the subject of a future post.
Anyway, my apologies if my posts seem to be playing catch-up with the headlines. Like I said, I’m doing my best.
PS – Today’s post was supposed to be about Biden’s release of SPR oil. I’ll get to it soon. In the meantime, there’s my next post.
Today, I listened to Joe (LGB) Biden crow about his success with the house vote on his infrastructure bill. And in all fairness, because I believe in giving credit where credit is due, he sounded presidential for the entire—first half of the speech. That should not be taken as a statement of support. I’m simply providing a measure of quality concerning the speech itself. As for content, The White House production was a blatant lie. According to Joe, the bill won’t raise our taxes, cost us a penny, or cause inflation. At this point, the speech rapidly deteriorated into what you’d expect, non-presidential babble about Trump, covid, and disjointed answers to staged questions.
Before writing this post I decided that I’d try to do a little fact-checking on the internet. I seem to remember that when President Trump conducted an interview or televised speech, the fact-checkers had the results posted within minutes, if not seconds. I figured the same would be true of LGB Biden. But that isn’t the case. Even with all the misleading innuendo and carefully chosen phrases, I knew Biden lied. Still, I couldn’t find any immediate fact-checking to corroborate or contradict the BS he was shoveling. HEY …
Random Bus Driver Brain Eruption (RBDBE):
I just noticed something awfully coincidental; LGB (let’s go Brandon) looks a lot like LGBT (lesbian, gay, bi, transgender) at a glance, and if you’re not careful, it reads the same way. Ummmmm……coincidence, irony, programming?
Anyway, back to the subject driving this post. When I did my fact-checking search, I was directed to The White House Live website. There, the speech was posted in its entirety. I noticed something right from the start that didn’t make sense to me. The video is one-hour, thirty minutes, and ten seconds long. I had just finished watching the speech live and it didn’t seem to last more than thirty minutes. I really didn’t want to hear Biden lie again, but curiosity got the best of me, so I clicked play.
Well, it turns out that the first forty-three minutes of Joe’s address is a blue screen with a note saying We Will Begin Shortly. The actual speech lasted about thirty-two minutes which is close enough for government work not to conflict with my original estimate. Followed by another fifteen minutes of blue screen thanking me for joining Biden as he spoke about the passage of the bipartisan infrastructure bill.
Out of more than ninety minutes of speech time, one full hour was blue-screen. A blessing in disguise—because it means less lies…….Did I just do that? Yes, I did.
But I also think there’s a more important message. After forty-five minutes of preparation, Joe Biden can only last about thirty minutes in front of a camera. It’s a sad state of affairs that the left created and Joe is the living proof. Imagine if you gave President Trump an hour-and-a-half to speak.
We don’t just want President Donald J. Trump in 2024, we need him.
Now, this is what I call a congressional Posse for 2022 (or 2024).
The image of Joe (checking his watch) while standing on the tarmac during the transfer of the last 13 soldiers lost in Afghanistan, is burned into my memory. In a rare moment, Biden’s actions spoke the truth.
I have a unique connection to those parents who’ve experienced the instantaneous vacuum and extreme sorrow of surviving a son or daughter. Where pride, joy, and unconditional love remain forever, so too, does the vast cavern. I won’t repeat Joe’s mistake by saying any more about me because this is about thirteen heroes and their families.
After the transfer home and Joe’s obvious detachment, there were reports that many family members of the Heroic 13 refused to meet with the man that caused their pain, and it’s completely understandable. But there were family members, who, despite their loss and anger, decided to see the man face to face. I can only imagine the experience; somewhat like confronting the murder of your child in a courtroom, after an acquittal.
Of those that decided to hear what the Commander-in-Chief (by name only) had to say, it’s been reported that the experience was disappointing. Joe said little about the heroes who lost their lives, and instead, spoke a lot about his son Beau (a Bronze Star recipient). I found that curious and wondered if Beau was a hero too. So I decided to do a little research.
While actual Gold Star families lost loved ones in battle, Joe and Jill lost their son to cancer. True, cancer is a battle and a horror all its own, but it isn’t service-related. Joe was on the tarmac to honor heroes and later met with grieving family members to comfort their loss, not his.
Joe is always eager to point out that his son was a decorated soldier. I assumed the Bronze Star was evidence of Beau’s bravery. Though, I don’t remember any campaign speeches or fellow soldiers speaking publically of specific deeds. And if you think about it, I seriously doubt anyone in politics named Biden would be able to keep heroics like that a secret. So I kept digging.
As is usual, my research showed that Joe and his son Beau, in true Biden form, come up more than a little short. Without going into a long, drawn-out explanation, officers deployed to an area of conflict are routinely awarded a Bronze Star for demonstrating valor, merit, and achievement. Beau spent one year in Iraq serving as an officer in the Army Judge Advocate General’s Corps. I wasn’t able to find out any specifics as to what he did to earn the BS (Bronze Star) other than show up. But I was able to find out that he remained the Delaware Attorney General (AG), while at the same time serving as a JAG officer in Iraq. Which job do you think he was truly dedicated to?
I understand that military service is honorable at any level, but do you seriously think that our woke military would ever put one of their own: a serving AG and JAG lawyer anywhere near an active front line—especially, a Vice-President’s son? NO! I doubt that Beau ever had to fire a rifle except during basic training. The woke brass did nothing but cheapen an honored military award meant for those who demonstrate (I know I’m repeating this) exceptional valor, merit, and achievement. I couldn’t find any documentation as to which of these criteria Joseph Robinette “Beau” Biden, III satisfied. After stripping away the platitudes and superficially grandiose complements of people like Gen. Ray Odierno (his commanding officer), there’s nothing of substance you can point to, not a single thing.
So back to my original curiosity—Did Joe have just another lapse in judgment, a brain-fart, a temporary lack of compassion and decorum during his conversations with grieving family members? Or was there an underlying method to his madness; an agenda all his own, meant to draw an analogy between true heroes that gave all, and his son Beau who gave some (the documentation is lacking as to how much some really is).
In a rare instance, The Washington Post initially got it right when they issued a statement criticizing Joe Biden for his insensitivity to the families of the Heroic 13. Focusing on Beau was inappropriate. But then, the WP retracted the statement by saying something to the effect that Joe still mourns too.
If you live long enough, we all suffer loss. The focus is the here and now, not the past. Our heroes and their families deserve much more than Joe.
PS – Just like the time-check faux pas, the truth about the Biden Clan leaks out every so often. All we have to do as Americans is look for it, and see it for what it is—fact. But then, we have to act. It’s the least we can do for those who serve.
Prologue: I’ve been noticeably absent from posting lately. In the past, it would be attributed to my becoming lazy, but that isn’t the case this time. It’s because I’ve been fighting off the dastardly Covid-19 variant D (for Democrat). My intention was to reenter the blogosphere by posting about my experience and to disseminate a lot of the information the mainstream and social media giants are trying to censor. But my priorities have changed as only they should, when the lives of so many others need to come first.
Socks Before Shoes
Do you remember when your four-year-old put on shoes first, and then socks? If you don’t then you remember something similar and just as odd. Your child does this for two reasons. The first is humor. Your four-year-old knows it’s wrong and the logic incongruity is what makes it funny; your child is consciously aware of this fact and therefore, motivated. The second reason your four-year-old does this is curiosity. He or she wants to confirm that it isn’t right to put socks over shoes. By experimenting and observing your reaction as a parent, a child gets this confirmation, and learns. The first attempt usually results in laughter, as it should. Any subsequent attempts — not so much … Regardless, by the time our kid goes to first grade, socks come first, then shoes. It’s a fact.
As an adult, we can use life experiences and the lessons that we learned as a child, to work our way through real-world situations. I don’t have to be a military strategist and I don’t even need a military background to know that the current retreat from Afghanistan is all wrong. As a civilian, I don’t need the alphabet soup agencies (NSA, DOD, CIA, etc.) to advise me of this fact. As a free-thinking adult American, I can look at a military situation such as Afghanistan and know intuitively, you remove all Americans and SIV (special immigration visa) applicants before you remove your ability to defend them. It’s a fact.
President Joe Biden (said as I choke and gag), I have one rhetorical question for you. Are you smarter than a first-grader?
And now, to make things worse. According to the State Department website: The Emergency Security Supplemental Appropriations Act, 2021, as enacted on July 30, 2021, authorized 8,000 additional Special Immigrant Visas (SIVs) for Afghan principal applicants, for a total of 34,500 visas allocated since December 19, 2014. SIVs include Afghan allies and their family members. This process was started over six years ago. Why are Americans and our allies still in Afghanistan with absolutely no means of defense? The ESSAA of 2021 is prima facie evidence of a promise. If you help us, we will help you.This isn’t just a promise our country made — it’s a promise you and I made as American Citizens who supposedly elected our representative government. We made this promise to our Afghan allies.
The Biden administration is inept: we need no more examples. The current President is an unadulterated embarrassment to every American today and for decades to come. It’s time we do something about it.