Thousands of basketball fans who didn’t know whether to vote for Hillary or Donald had the issue settled for them this week: NBA superstar LeBron James officially endorsed Mrs. Clinton because she “truly understands the struggles of an Akron child born into poverty.” Yes. He really said that.
While this is good news for Democrats, I have great news for Republicans: There are far more cat-lovers than basketball fans in America, and my cat, Murphy, has officially endorsed Donald Trump for president.
Murphy, who is easily as smart as LeBron and more politically astute, has communicated his choice through unmistakable body language. We watch all the news shows together, and whenever Hillary comes on the screen Murphy leaps from his perch and races to his litter box.
He then poops.
Contrast this to when Donald Trump appears on TV: Murphy purrs a fair rendition of the national anthem — then presses his cheek to the screen in a joyful
display of affection and support. It is quite a moving thing to witness.
So…if you are one of America’s PHB’s (Pitiful Human Beings) who is swayed by how others vote – you have a hard choice: Do you go with LeBron James, who sure can dunk a basketball?
Or do you go with Murphy the Cat, who, as I said, is easily as smart as LeBron and surely more politically astute.
The biggest net cast by Hillary Clinton into the school of young Millennials (18 to 34) is the cynical promise of a free college education.
“Just open your little birdie mouths,” the fable goes, “and Auntie Hillary and Uncle Sugar will stuff your beaks with all the college cash you need. It’s your right because – well, hell – because you exist.”
The little birdies’ payback after consuming and digesting all this free education? Just poop out a vote for Hillary and the Democrats. Free cash – poop a vote. Free college – poop a vote. What could be easier?
Here’s the hole in Hillary’s net: Contrary to her assertion, no one has ever been denied higher education “simply because they couldn’t afford it.” If someone really wants to go to college, they by God find a way to go.
It’s a form of natural selection: The strong and committed thrive and survive; the weak and uncommitted fall by the wayside.
But let’s just say, because it’s free, almost everyone goes on to college. Again, natural selection has the final word…
Auntie Hillary and the Democrats
will not attend their classes so they can sleep in. They will not take over the requiredreading, the homework, the essays, thecramming for finals. No matter how it’s financed, a college degree will always require wanting the degree – and wanting it badly. The kids who are on campus only because it’s free will not stay the course. They will squander the gift.
Mind you, I’m not saying a college degree is proof of superior intellect or a reflection of human value. It’s just that certain careers demand a degree simply to get in the door. After that – like everything in life – success or failure is strictly up to us.
Aunt Hillary and Uncle Sugar don’t have a damn thing to say about it.
Hoping to bury Hillary’s charge that he was a force behind the birther movement, Donald Trump definitively stated Friday that President Obama was born in the United States. Period.
Where he was born has long been irrelevant. What’s vitally important is that he considers himself a child of the world first and an American a distant second.
This “globalist” philosophy (we are the world) makes for fun late-night arguments among bored intellectuals, but it makes for lousy presidents. America and every other country needs a leader who puts his nation first in every decision. Clearly, Obama has never done that.
Trump, so far, has not been accused of also saying the president hides a Muslim prayer rug beneath his bed – right next to his “I heart Kenya” bumper sticker. But the Muslim theory has more meat on the bone than the birther accusation.
If Obama is really a Christian he’s what’s known in the business as a “backslider.” He
rarely attends services, his family disdains Christmas presents, and he speaks more often and respectfully of Islam than that little movement started by a Nazarene carpenter.
If the early Christians had the same fire in their bellies as Barack, the religion would have died shortly after the death on the cross.
The president is energetically campaigning for Hillary (whom he dislikes) because she will preserve and build on his We-Are-The-World legacy.
Freedom has a father. And freedom has a child. A youngster fair of face and free of spirit who rushes out to play at the first patch of blue in a stormy sky. He is a wonder to watch for he rations no part of himself as he plays. It is a world without limits where history is only yesterday and today is surely forever.
He plays hard and without fear, for who would ever harm one so fair of face
and free of spirit?
And he played on the morning of September 11, for that day began with far
more promise than a modest patch of blue. It was a day when the skies sparkled
from horizon to horizon, as far as the child could see.
Then, as we watched, he disappeared in smoke and fire and we feared for
the life of one so young amidst so much trouble.
But freedom has a father, too. And when the flames subsided and the smoke
parted, we saw him stride from the carnage with his face set in granite and the
child clinging to his back.
The youngster has almost forgotten the
worst of that day. He is anxious to play
again and searches the sky each morning for a patch of blue. And he will find it.
He always does.
But the father was last seen marching back into the smoke and fire. A helmet on
his head, his rifle at port arms. He will do what he has to do for freedom and the