Anybody else noticed that our Democrat friends always go too far?
One would think charging a former president with a felony, for the first time in our history, that one indictment and a couple charges would be sufficient. After all, we're plowing new Banana Republic ground here.
A little reserve would look responsible.
Ha, ha, ha. That's a good one. A knee-slapper.
Our slavering anti-Trump Democrat friends have done no such thing, indicting the evil Trump four times in four jurisdictions, with a grand total (so far) of 91 separate charges. Seven hundred potential years in prison.
I'm reminded of the line from “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid” after Butch blows a Union Pacific mail car to smithereens, wreckage and hundred dollar bills raining down on the train robbers. Sundance says:
“Think ya used enough dynamite there, Butch?”
Our Trump-hating Democrat friends are determined, in the words of Sundance, to use enough dynamite to get rid, once and for all, of a guy so craven and evil and sick that he wants to make America great again.
I'm sure, however, that somewhere out there is a Democrat, sporting an “I (Heart) Liz” tattoo, his hind leg thumping in eager anticipation of seeing Trump in an orange jumpsuit with an Alex Murdaugh shaved head, who thinks 91 charges aren't enough. We're dealing here, obviously, with true evil, in the minds of our Democrat friends, ridding the world of Beelzebub himself. So maybe 181 charges would be a safer bet than 91.
Meanwhile, two measly misdemeanor tax charges against flamboyant First Son Hunter didn't pass the smell test with a judge, and new charges are pending. But trust me on this, nowhere close to 91 charges. (Explain to me again how we don't have a two-tiered system of justice.)
While we're noticing stuff, now that states are adopting their own regulations on abortion, we seem to be coming full-circle to the old Roe vs. Wade trimester system, in which abortions were routine in the first trimester, but increasingly rare in the second and third. But that wasn't good enough for our Democrat friends, so then Casey became the standard, which ultimately resulted in what some of us think of as abortion on demand, clear up to delivery.
I'm glad states can make their own decisions on abortion (if they aren't hamstrung by the courts, like here in Wyoming), and it doesn't seem like too much to ask for a woman to travel to a pro-abortion state when we're talking about the termination of a life.
There's more. For our Democrat friends there's always room for a new program and new billions in spending on any problem you can think of – poverty, homelessness, education, etc. And they never get rid of the previous layers of programs that didn't work. There's always an appetite for hundreds of pages of new federal regulations, often announced late on Friday afternoons in August, when nobody's looking.
Pipelines? Can't have those, according to our Democrat friends, and they have a childlike faith that there will be plenty of electricity for their swell electric cars even though the power grid is on a banana peel, and we're closing coal-fired power plants lickety split. As the old song went, “Don't worry. Be happy.”
A $32 trillion debt is no big deal for our Democrat friends, and for a disturbing number of Republican puppy dogs hitching a ride on the Insolvency Express. (Our guys say they're frugal at election time, but never seem to curb the crazy spending once elected.)
College loans? Our Democrat friends took over college loans during Obama's presidency, and now they're determined to forgive those loans under Biden. As Gomer Pyle used to say, “Shazam!”
So anyway, if I go to the mountains and forget to bring a ham sandwich, it's my fault. If I don't bring a warm coat for the cool evening, it's my fault. If I don't have a full tank and run out of gas, it's my fault.
But, down in our nation's cities, nothing is ever anyone's fault (except Trump's fault). So we need a never-ending stream of new programs, and billions more spending.
Not sure where this bus trip with our More-More-More Democrat friends ends.
But, I'm betting it won't end well.
