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7/23/2024 9:26:04 PM
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I’ll just give the facts:
He’s 81-years old.
He’s shown a distinct decline in his physical and mental state.
The White House announced last week that he has COVID.
He was pushed out of the presidential election by people who are familiar with his physical and mental state.
He has essentially disappeared since then – for over 48 hours.
He apparently traveled to the vicinity of Las Vegas. There are reports that he suffered a medical emergency there, and emergency assistance was called.
His handlers refused the assistance, and instead flew him back east, according to local authorities.
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7/23/2024 9:48:59 AM
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Readers will recall that a couple of weeks ago, I started a pool to predict Joe’s dropout date. First prize was a day or evening of hiking and drinking with me around, or in, Aspen. (There’s no truth to the rumor that second prize was two days, and third prize was three.)
The pool filled and flooded, the dam burst, and I was deluged with more predictions than I can shake a Speedo at, through my two websites and by direct email correspondence.
My own prediction was too early by over a week, so at least I won’t be drinking alone.
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7/21/2024 4:12:01 PM
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One of three things happened this afternoon. Either (1) the Lord Almighty told Joe to quit the race, or (2) the polls said there was “no way” he could win, or (3) he got hit by a train.
Because he assured us over the last weeks – most recently the last few days – that those were the only things that would cause him to quit.
I suppose there’s one other possibility that he neglected to mention. Barack might have told his butt boy to get the hell out, else Barack would spill the beans on Joe’s family business.
So . . . Joe did what Joe had to do.
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7/21/2024 2:06:05 PM
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Economists – who have predicted seven of the last four recessions – will tell you that trade tariffs are bad. The reason tariffs are bad is that they make imported goods more expensive. The money for the tariff has to come from somewhere, so it gets built into the price of the product.
So, the effect of an American tariff on, say, televisions made in China is to raise the prices to the American consumer.
OK, I buy that. But what does that mean in real life?
It means that a family in Peoria that would like to buy a 60” TV might have to settle for a 52” screen.
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7/18/2024 10:22:39 AM
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I won’t compare the events of last Saturday afternoon in rural Pennsylvania to the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ. I have a weakness for melodrama, but that’s a bridge too far even for me.
But the renewing effect of a near-death experience is old and powerful in literature and life – perhaps especially when the near-death is out of the blue. There’s no anticipation, no nervousness, no preparation.
The entire reaction occurs after the event is already over. Then, safe and sound, the person whose corporeal self was nearly extinguished is completely and intensely alive. The only evidence that he nearly departed is his shaking head and trembling hands.
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7/16/2024 11:47:13 AM
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President Joe Biden continues to resist calls from Democrats to quit his flagging reelection bid, and continues to accede to prayers from Republicans not to.
Instead, he has set some pre-conditions on quitting that he figures will never be fulfilled. “If the Lord Almighty came down and said, ‘Joe, get out of the race,’ I’d get out of the race,” he said last week.
At his rare press conference a few days later, he said he’d quit if the polls said, “There’s no way [he] could win.” He followed that up with “No poll says that” in that creepy, corny stage whisper he has affected.
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7/14/2024 11:42:45 AM
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What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Back in the 2016 election, Donald Trump was a bit of a joke. He was a flamboyant, pussy-grabbing, orange-haired, reality show-hosting, real estate tycoon with improbable aspirations to be President of the United States. Just before the election, the New York Times gave him about a 4% chance of winning.
Assigning those odds was not just the Times’ effort to inform their readers. It was also an effort to crush him. They came not just to condemn Trump, but to bury him.
Imagine their chagrin when Trump proved them wrong. Imagine, too, the chagrin of Hillary Clinton and the rest of the establishment.
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7/11/2024 4:14:23 PM
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This piece isn’t for confirmed Democrats. They are not persuadable.
They’ll vote against Donald Trump and call him “Hitler” to boot, just as they did with Richard Nixon, Ronald Reagan, George H. W. Bush, Bob Dole, George W. Bush, John McCain, and Mitt Romney.
Never mind that Hitler’s party was the National Socialist German Workers’ Party. In the greatest rebranding coup of history, today it’s not the socialist Democrats but the capitalist Republicans that are deemed just like the National Socialist German Workers’ Party.
No, this piece is instead for my Republican friends who still refuse to support the party’s soon-to-be nominee in the presidential race against Joe Biden (or whomever).
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7/6/2024 10:36:19 AM
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I like to hike, and I do a lot of it here around Aspen. I also like to see mean old Joe Biden and his hillbilly grifter family humiliated. And I like to drink wine. And I like interacting with my readers.
I figured out a tasty blend of these amusing activities. But first, here’s my take on the election.
Last night’s softball interview with Democrat flack George Stephanopoulos did little to quell the calls for Joe to drop out in the wake of last week’s catastrophic 90-minute cognitive test, a test on which he crashed and burned and his ashes were buried.
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7/2/2024 11:45:47 AM
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In the aftermath of Joe Biden’s catastrophic, no-good, debate/debacle last week, he met with his trusted advisors to decide whether to drop out of the race.
You might ask, who are those trusted advisors? Barack Obama and Michelle? Hillary Clinton and Bill? Surely, seasoned Democrat politicians like Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer, right? Maybe some big donors and fundraisers and pollsters?
No, no, no, no, no, no way, and hell no. He instead met with his family.
Before you think how sweet, let’s review the curricula vitae of this crew.
First, there’s First Son, Hunter. His resume shows most recently a felony gun conviction for which he’s awaiting sentencing
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6/30/2024 8:24:47 AM
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Joe Biden just delivered the worst televised debate performance in history.
It started in his opening remarks when he hurriedly regurgitated a canned speech like a nervous 11th grader in speech class, it continued into the early stages when he repeatedly suffered brain freezes in describing, for example, how he “beat Medicare,” and finally ended mercifully with a forgettable conclusion.
Even – especially – Democrats were stunned by his awkward, rambling incoherency and open-mouthed, vacant stares into space.
If this were a fight, a TKO would have been called in the first round. If this were softball, the Ten-Run Rule would have been invoked in the first inning.
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6/28/2024 5:40:23 AM
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I’m almost young enough to be Joe Biden’s son. (But I’m not.)
When I see the doctor for my annual physical, she typically tells me at the outset that she wants me to remember three arbitrary words – something like “elephant, ice and automobile” – and intends to ask me what the three words are at the end of my examination.
I always see it as a challenge. At the end, I’ll remind her impishly, “Didn’t you intend to ask me what the three words are?”
“Oh, right,” she’ll reply.
That’s my cue: