Every time I poke my head out I wonder…

…why do presidential candidates hate me so much?

As far as I’ve been able to tell, if you discount the old white guys the current favorite for the driver’ seat in the Democrats’ clown car is somebody named Kamala Harris. I don’t keep track of these people so I’m not exactly sure who she is and why she thinks we’d profit from her being in charge – if she even makes any such claim, maybe it’s just a Hillaryesque “I will RULE the WORLD!” sort of thing – but I do know that she has decided to cut that guy Swalwell off at the knees by taking point on “curbing gun violence.” Which of course means “Taking Joel’s favorite toys away.”

You know, I really prefer a world in which I can ignore politics, in the serene knowledge that it’s comfortably ignoring me. But it’s 5:30 in the morning, I’m not quite through with my first cup, and there are no less than four “kamala harris” tabs open on my ‘pooter. AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE IS!

Why don’t politicians ever run against cancer? Or glaucoma – that’d be good. But my guns are kept well-fed and content, and they don’t go out and commit acts of violence on their own. Really. I just asked them, and they swear it’s true.

If there’s some street gang calling itself “The NRA” and slaughtering 40,000 people a year, I sure wish the cops would go arrest them. So Kamala Harris would leave me alone. But now she proposes to just cut the crap and ban guns through royal decree. It won’t “keep our kids and communities safe,” but it’ll cause all sorts of trouble with that basket of deplorables in flyover country and then oddly she’ll run for re-election on her courage in taking bold action. And no doubt the flock will cheer her back into office for it.

Wait. It says here (SIXTH TAB!!) that this Kamala Harris person is a U.S. senator from CALIFORNIA! I lived in California – it’s got really strict gun laws, and all its big cities are hellholes. So clearly “more laws disarming the peaceable taxpayers” isn’t going to solve any “gun violence” problems. Shouldn’t she be expected to know that?

Maybe she should go home and get California in order before she presumes to rule (and disarm) the rest of us.

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9 Responses to Every time I poke my head out I wonder…

  1. Kentucky says:

    Sigh.

    She’s a politician.

    She’s running for office.

    This week she’s playing to the OMG GUNS KILL KIDS BAN THEM ALL crowd.

    Next week she’ll be tooting her WE NEED BETTER SECURITY IN OUR SCHOOLS AND INNER CITIES BECAUSE BAD COPS horn.

    Sigh.

  2. Anonymous says:

    And her big start was the fact that “In the mid-1990s, she dated (nudge, nudge, wink,wink)Speaker of the California State Assembly Willie Brown, who appointed her to a job at the California Medical Assistance Commission.”

    Can’t make this stuff up.

  3. gojuplyr says:

    The married Speaker Willie Brown. She also defended personnel from her office who obtained convictions with perjury, falsified evidence, hid exculpatory evidence from defendants, and in one case opposed the release of a man who had been exonerated by DNS tests.

    She now says she is concerned about the mass incarceration of people. No, I’m not making that up. After locking up innocent people, she now wants us to believe she thinks too many people have been sent to prison.

  4. M says:

    The “street gang” has more to worry about than Miss/Mrs/Ms Harris it appears…

    https://www.wsj.com/articles/nras-wayne-lapierre-says-he-is-being-extorted-pressured-to-resign-11556314763

  5. Anonymous says:

    I’d like to read that, but I refuse to subscribe to the WSJ to do so.

    Anybody got a “free” link.

    Sounds like an interesting meeting in Indianapolis this weekend.

  6. Mike says:

    Joel, I keep meaning to ask… If you don’t mind sharing, what’s your twitter handle?

  7. Joel says:

    Seriously? I’ve never been on Twitter in my life.

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