December 13, 2018 The marauding thugs trying to invade the United States made a non-negotiable demand of Trump yesterday. “Let us in or give each of us $50,000 to go home.”

December 13, 2018

The marauding thugs trying to invade the United States made a non-negotiable demand of Trump yesterday. “Let us in or give each of us $50,000 to go home.”

I have a better plan, one that will not require us to go to China, hat in hand, to borrow money from the meretricious Mandarin moneylenders. They were the ones that Wide-Bottomed Hillary warned us about every day she was in the Senate because she was “smart and no fool”. When she became Secretary of State she filled up Air Force 2 with a couple dozen Lewinsky wanabees to do some serious Oriental knob polishing to borrow money, to close the deal, so to speak. 

But I digress.

Here’s my plan. It is taken straight from the tutorial given by Alfred P. Doolittle in his negotiations with Professor Henry Higgins concerning compensation for the loss of his daughter, Eliza.

“10 pounds is too much. It gives a man visions and aspirations. 5 pounds will do it.”

Don’t give me $50,000. The tax implications would be unbearable. $585 will do quite nicely. I could get several bang-up lunches with a few pals, including some decent plonk and deviled eggs. Give me $585 and you’ll see the back of me right quick.

Who the bloody Hell is this Juncker? He lists himself as the President of the European Union, plus he is a serial wanker. Talk about tits on a bull! This pissant little shit is trying to make a living “snarling so boldly at the British lion” like the Guru, Young Toad Face’s proud papa, in “Gunga Din”.

I am on retainer to several British trusts and a few 1%ers.

Here’s my advice. 

Tell him to bugger off.

Bring back the classic headline “Storm in the Channel. Continent isolated.”

Send H.M.S. Warspite to Antwerp to see if those 15- inch naval rifles, as we call them, still work.

I read where Her Majesty’s Government will owe these cheese-eating grifters 60 billion – that’s 60,000,000,000 – somethings. Pounds, Euros, Dollars, quien sabe, certainly not Lira or pesos. I don’t know how the green-eye shade boys in Brussels came by that number but there is precedent for these things. Gorbachev gave Lithuania a departing bill of some gazillion rubles. The boys in Vilnius did their own calculation and said you’re right but you owe us the same plus a buck. Let’s do an Oklahoma transfer and we’ll toss in the buck for good will. Dozvadania, tovarich! There’s always the Argentinean template. Every couple of years, when the bar tab gets too high, they say no vale la pena y adios amigos.

As the great Lord Keynes, one of the most interesting characters in the 20^th century and the man who predicted WW2 in 1920, said “If you owe the bank a thousand pounds you have a problem. If you owe the bank a million pounds they have a problem. 

In any event, I volunteer to be in charge of Accounts Payable for Old Blighty. “Prudence,” as my Uncle Adam said, “in running the affairs of a small household can scarce be folly in running the affairs of a great empire.”

The EU and the peckerheads who hector free men on the angle of sausage and such nonsense seem to have adopted King George the Third as their role model handling men born free with that gift “coming from beyond the stars”. We took care of that little dust-up rather well, didn’t we? I suggest a reading of the grievances listed in our Declaration of Independence. One of my favorites is, “He has erected a multitude of new offices, and sent hither swarms of officers, to harass our people and eat out their substance.” Thus, the sausage reference. 

The line from Runnymede to here and now is straight and true. Make sure it stays that way.

An American football coach, Bill Belicheck, says with Zen-like clarity and precision, “Do your job.”  I remember Harold MacMillan giving a speech in the House of Lords in 1984. “Your grandfathers beat the Kaiser. Your fathers beat Hitler.” This is, as Denis Greenough, AKA “Pinky”, a D-Day veteran – not Omaha. Gold – and dear friend, told me in re the Falklands in 1982, “A spot of bother”

I have been asking for some time for someone, anyone to tell me what “Diversity is our strength” means. Declarative sentences only. Any persiflage is to be decidedly non-obfuscatory. Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg will not be asked.

 She is the Judge who sipped Chianti during an Inaugural Address, assuming that no one would notice, and then passed out and wet her knickers – Thank God she was wearing an oversized judicial robe – when the President promised to repeal all the laws governing gravity. I mention the above because despite her toss-pot status, she is the favorite of the addled modern American Liberal court watchers who care for one thing and done thing only, Roe v Wade. [Don’t ask Congresschick Chiquita Ocasio-Cortez about either Roe or Wade. She thinks it is how most Mexicans get to this country.] 

Justice Ginzburg has been on the Supreme Court for 25 years. She was on the Appellate Court for 13 years. I don’t know of her employment record at the Appellate Court level but I do know of it at the Supreme Court. In 25 years and either side of 100 judicial clerk appointments she has had one – repeat – one Black clerk.  Obviously she has a problem with successful Black law students, particularly overachievers who tend to be “uppity”, if you know what I mean. Well, Jesse Jackson or maybe Al Sharpton was right. You know how “hook nosed diamond merchants” [particularly the ‘stiff necked’ ones] can be. They give the Brothers bupkis.

10 years ago today, December 13, 2008, former Vice President Albert Arnold Gore, Jr, AKA Alpha Gump, said that the North Pole, the place where polar bears are drowning at record rates despite modern American Liberal efforts to ban plastic straws as a way to save the icebergs [and probably sink another RMS Titanic], would be ice-free in 5 years. The consensus of scientists says that 2008 and 5 equals 2013. It is now 2018 and the place is still ice bound.  We can conclude from this that Gore/Gump is -A- a friggin’ moron or -B- a horse’s ass or -C- a money hungry fraudulent charlatan or -D- a “sex crazed poodle” or -E- all of the above. Anytime anybody puts the words “science” and “consensus” into the same sentence reach for your legally concealed weapon. And to think that we outlawed flogging.

The midnight headline on “Drudge” was “Human heart found on Southwest flight”.

Can’t top that but we found 45 billion more barrels of oil last week. And we found it in this country, to boot. Can’t top that, either.

Kevin Smith

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