Slowly, surely, we’re tightening our grip on our power over the party and limiting the ability of the soft n’ squishy to continue their grifts. The cruise ship brochure that was the Weekly Standard has sunk, and the unread Bulwark is a joke. Pols are under increasing pressure to put America First. And, gloriously, skeevy relics from the Age of Efficiently Managed Decline like Frank “Lumpy” Luntz are being exposed and rooted out.
Also, if you are like me, you are finding that most all the stuff to watch is raw sewage. Reject the woke and boring trash and check out my deliriously fun movie recommendation below!
Dumping On Lumpy
Tucker has further demonstrated why he is the essential conservative TV voice with his withering exposes of Lumpy Luntz, the oompa loompa-like charlatan who is still – inexplicably – treated with something besides mockery and abuse by some conservative leaders.
Lumpy is not the problem – he is a symptom. He’s a leftover from the old GOP, before Trump, before we in the base demanded points on the board instead of endless excuses for not conserving anything. He’s Liz Cheney with a focus group, someone no one likes and no one wants and who serves no purpose except to help our enemies to prevail.
There were a lot of these once, but they are going away. Lumpy is just the latest of these scabs to fall off and so allow the healing to begin. Bill Kristol – gone. Jeff Flake – gone. Lots of boring alleged conservatives who wrote for allegedly conservative publications and then got all mad when we normal people demanded to be heard – gone.
Lumpy is the quintessential example of this kind of conservative lamprey, attaching itself to the movement, feeding off it, and doing nothing but damage. What are his achievements? Where are his wins? His scam is to look at the trends and pretend he predicted what’s obviously happening. And he’s compromised. He’s in hock to big corporations, all of whom hate us. If you work for Google, how can you work for us too?
Is it any surprise that his tiresome, obvious, and famously wrong insights always seem to support the same establishment status quo that pays for his bizarre toys, like his home Oval Office.
That’s weird and creepy.
But no more. The spotlight has shone and there’s no coming back. After Tucker’s thrashing, Lumpy will be radioactive among the GOP – and that’s good. We need to wean ourselves from the weenies who support a pseudo-conservative establishment that, at best, ignores us but more often holds us in utter contempt.
The GOP does not need some nerdy troll to tell us what we want.
We want immigration limited and illegal aliens out.
We want free speech, freedom of faith, and gun rights.
We want advocates who fight for us and don’t fold when the Chamber of Commerce calls to say Coca-Cole is upset about our insistence that only women can have babies.
We want our country back.
The GOP leadership does not need hacky focus groups to learn what we want – we’ve been exceedingly clear. What some of it wants are clowns like Lumpy to provide cover to do the corporate donors’ bidding.
Of course, and this is terrific, the corporate donors have cut the GOP off in the wake of the fake insurrection. They aren’t giving Republicans money, but us small dollar donors are. They played themselves – without donations, some of the savvier Republicans are figuring out that they have no hold on us. This is terrific – we do not want to be the party of the mega corporations or the zillionaires. When the Democrats come to end the carried interest deduction scam, let the Dem-donating hedge fund jerks get on their knees to their new pals and beg. If they come to us, we’ll laugh at them.
Enjoy being woke when you’ve gone broke.
But take heart, Lumpy, I’m sure both CNN viewers will still want to hear your establishment-soothing cliches.
Sinbad!
We decided to watch a movie the other night and it literally took us 30 minutes to find one we wanted to see. All the Oscar movies were boiling woke garbage, and I have little patience for those direct-to-video movies with worn-out action stars collecting a paycheck, so that limited our choices. But we found one. We went back in time, and we decided to re-watch one of my favorite movies ever – The Seventh Voyage of Sinbad.
I love that movie. It’s everything Hollywood has forgotten to be.
Let’s start with fun. The action starts right up. There’s no ponderous character building or tedious “my daddy never loved me” dreck. Five minutes in, there’s a huge cyclops in Ray Harryhausen’s remarkable Dynamation stop-motion animation. This 1958 movie moves; it never stops to dwell on feelz or oppression. And it’s short – 87 glorious minutes. Bing Crosby’s much-younger wife is in it and she’s hot – middle-aged Der Bingle was a player. And the score by Bernard Herrman (of Hitchcock themes fame) is perfect. It’s G-rated and you’d never know it.
Kurt says check it out.
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