WHY DONALD TRUMP WILL BE OUR NEXT PRESIDENT

At first, the Left said Donald Trump was not a "serious" candidate. As the summer of 2015 went on, they said he was "summer entertainment" and would be abandoned the day after Labor Day when folks got down to brass tacks. 

That didn't happen. And Trump was a real bastard toward his Republican rivals, sometimes to an off-putting degree. Yet he proved unstoppable, and won the nomination. 

The Left and the Democrat Party (but we repeat ourselves) freaked. They busily wagged their fingers at the Republicans, admonishing them of "down-ballot" damage and predicting an across-the-board Democrat sweep if Trump was supported. 

That didn't work, so now they're trying to portray Trump as - what else? - a "racist". 

But Trump said in a speech that "That's their playbook. When they got  nothin' then they call you a racist"

The Dems are beaucoup pissed at Trump because he called their cards in front of African-Americans. He (quite accurately) said that they promise black folks a lot, but only keep them in a low state and dependent while expecting them to vote in lockstep with the Party.  

Trump is the first Republican in a while to call bullshit on the Democrats. And no Republican has ever done it so openly and forcefully since Ronald Reagan. And the Democrats are trembling and terrified. 

We cannot wait for the debates. Trump won't hit Hillary with everything but the kitchen sink; he'll hit her with that, too; and then he'll shove it right up her ass. 

All the talking heads on both ends of the political spectrum cannot grasp what is going on. There is a revolution being fought in American politics. We the People are tired of (to paraphrase P.J. O'Rourke) one bunch of elites telling us that government can make us smarter, better off, more attractive and get the crabgrass out of our lawns; and another bunch of elites telling us that government doesn't work and then getting elected and proving it. We are thirsting for a real leader. 

Donald Trump is assuredly not Ronald Reagan come back to life. But he is the Man of the Hour. 

Get used to the phrase: "PRESIDENT TRUMP"!

DEAR GOD, NOT THIS "TRANSGENDER" CRAP AGAIN

Well, here we are at the start of yet another school year, and now the campaign of the Left to indoctrinate little kids that a boy who thinks he's a girl or a girl who thinks she's a boy has NO problems, and if you think he/she does, then YOU have a problem is in full swing.  

The new mantra is that sex is "not between the legs but between the ears".  Well, we guess that if one is talking blow jobs, that's at least close to being right. But how freaking ridiculous can this situation become? 

Plenty.

Down in Glouchester, Virginia there's some chick who wants to dress in the boy's locker room. Now, in this case we don't see much of a problem with the possibility of illicit sex taking place,as the young lady in question is pretty damn ugly. But if she's attracted to girls, she's just a bull dagger dyke. But if her "Transgender boy" self is a homo boy, PROBLEM. 

But we are continually admonished by "experts" who have earned a sheepskin from some leftie university that this is really all very normal and the deviants are those of us who think that all this "transgender" babble is crazy talk. 

A few months ago, the Washington Post had an article about twin brothers in Maine, one of whom is now a "post-operative" transgender "female".  The other brother is completely normal (and accepting of his "sister"). The article had a photo of the two of them on a dock in Maine; the normal one looking normal and the "trans" one showing off his tits in a tight sweater and standing there in open-top high heeled clogs that showed off his BIG CLUNKY MAN-FEET. 

The article went on in some length to explain that the different ingredients in the hormonal soup a baby swims in before birth can influence mental sexual development while the genes dictate physical development. THEY DID NOT EXPLAIN HOW THE ONE BOY TURNED OUT "TRANS" WHILE THE OTHER BOY IS NORMAL, EVEN THOUGH THEY BOTH WERE BATHED IN THE SAME HORMONAL SOUP BEFORE BIRTH. One thing in the article was very revealing, however. 

It was reported that at the age of three, the "trans" twin asked his mother when his penis was going to fall off. 

Mothers, tell me: Is this a question a little 3-year-old boy would ask on his own? SOMEBODY DID SOMETHING TO THAT LITTLE BOY. 

In any case, we simply cannot be having physical boys showering with physical girls and vice-versa. It's lunacy. It defies common sense. 

And yet, the vast majority of the folks who support this lunacy also rabidly support what they call "common sense" restrictions on firearms rights. These assholes wouldn't know common sense from a hole in the ground. Sheesh.

THE EPI-PEN CONTROVERSY AND WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT

A pharmaceutical firm run by Senator Joe Manchin's (D-WV) daughter had recently been roundly criticized for jacking up the emergency anti-allergenic device "Epi-Pen". The device is designed to deliver about two bucks worth of epinepherine (synthetic adrenaline) to block allergic reactions to bee stings, foods, etc.

The injectors come in a set  of two, and used to cost 40-60 dollars until Manchin's daughter got her hands on the company. The price was jacked up to six HUNDRED dollars per set. And now various Congresspersons and Senators and advocacy groups all have their tits in an uproar about life-saving technology being "gouged".  

Relax, idiots. There's a very simple way of putting the EpiBandits in their place. It's called the "free market".  

See, the "Epi-Pen" is patented. But know what ISN'T patented? Epinepherine, that's what. And there is a device that is in the public domain that anyone can manufacture. It's called a "styrette".  

A styrette is a small, collapsible tube similar to a toothpaste tube (but much smaller) with a sterile hypodermic needle at the end. Ever see those WWII shows where the medic uses one of those to inject morphine into a wounded soldier? They'd work just dandy with epinephirine, too. So. 

A styrette would cost about (high-ball estimate) four bucks to manufacture and fill with two bucks worth of epinepherine. sell them for 25 dollars a pair (packed in a double-compartment container the size of a lip balm tube) and double your money. Just as effective at 1/24th the price.  

And if the government would get out of the way and allow styrettes to be sold OTC with a signature the way BronkAid and Sudafed are, there'd be lots less hassle, equaling lots more sales. Lots of asthmatics could use a jolt of epinephirine in an emergency, too.

All somebody out there needs to do is start churning out epi styrettes. That'll teach those Epi-Pen gougers, without need for government blowhards and a herd of money-grubbing so-called do-gooders. 

FEDERAL PRIVATE PRISONS ON THE WAY OUT

There are damn few things we here at the Alexandria Daily Poop agree on with the Left. But turning over part of the criminal justice system to private for-profit enterprises like the Correctional Corporation of America is definitely one of them. The federal government has decided to end this hideous perversion once and for all, and we hope the several States will follow suit. 

A person sentenced to a term of confinement should not be sold to some business concern as a cash cow. He or she is in the custody of the rest of us, and should be tended to by the rest of us. Complaints of maltreatment should be answerable by the government - which is US - and not by some faceless boardhis of directors of some private concern. 

This is not to say we have a soft spot for rapists and murderers. We do not. But fobbing off our responsibilities in the correction of misbehavior and the punishment of crime to a private entity is  just one step away from selling people into slavery. We fought a very costly war over that issue, and it's a bad idea to let that camel get its nose under the tent, for whatever reason.

THE AGE OF AQUARIUS: IF THIS INFLUENCES YOUR THINKING IN ANY WAY, YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT IT IS BULLSHIT

"WHEN THE MOON IS IN THE SEVENTH HOUSE,

AND JUPITER ALIGNS WITH MARS,

THEN PEACE WILL RULE THE PLANET,

AND LOVE WILL STEER THE STARS"

Those are the opening lyrics of the song "Aquarius" from the "Rock-Musical" "Hair"; which the parents of my generation hated (and so we adored it) and which I for one now despise as the degnerate anthem of hedonism which I now recognize it as being.

(Okay, okay. There are a couple of songs which, out of context of the rest of the opus I like. "Frank Mills", "My Conviction" and Abie Baby" I find quite good. But I digress.)

I myself have an "Aquarian" birthdate, and when people find this out they say, "Well, that explains it" (meaning my personality, which was once described in a horoscope (accurately, to give the Devil his due) as being "a curious mix of conservatism and unorthodoxy". 

So, if my being  an "Aquarian" "Explains" me, consider some people who share my Aquarian birthday: 

ELLA FITZGERALD, American jazz "scat" singer

WAYNE GRETZKY, American hockey star

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PAUL NEUMAN, American actor and race car driver, 

DOUGLAS MACARTHUR, American five-star general in World War II,

And last but not least: 

NICOLAI CEAUCESCU; THE ROMANIAN COMMUNIST DICTATOR WHO WAS SUCH AN ASSHOLE THAT HIS OWN PEOPLE STOOD HIM AND HIS BITCH WIFE UP IN FRONT OF A   FIRING SQUAD ON CHRISTMAS DAY. 

The only thing I might have in common with any of these people is that I drink coffee (except for Ceaucescu, who from all reports preferred tea.). 

As to this " Age of Aquarius" crapola, know this: Jupiter aligns with Mars several times each decade, and the Moon is in the astrological Seventh House for two hours each day. 

The fault lies not in the stars, but in ourselves. And the Hope resides with God. 

AN AMAZING FRIEND OF MINE

I have recently been in conversation with someone I have known for years. Until just recently, I had thought he was just some street punk who finally decided to straighten up and fly right. 

As it turns out, this guy left home and hit the streets at the age of 11, making his way by stealing, begging, using and selling drugs and prostituting himself  to gay dudes. 

Sometime around when he was 15, an adult tried to rape him on the side of a road. He fought off the attack and made his way into Washington, D.C., 

There, he came up on the street, sleeping in a tree in Dupont Circle when he couldn't find someone to put him up for the night. Usually this was in turn for the pleasures his body afforded his host, and if he could he would leave while his host was still asleep, absconding with the host's valuables. He was not above outright armed robbery, and was arrested a few times; but the charges were almost always dropped due to the victim's not wanting it to come out in court that he was gay. 

In 1989 at the age of 18 he found out he had HIV. 

I gave him food and shelter twice, in 1987 and 1991. He never tried to rip me off, and I suppose this was a combination of the fact that I was sincere in my concern about his well-being and that he knew I was a former policeman. I told him about Jesus and Salvation, but he just blew it off as a fairy tale. But something always told me that the young man had a conscience, and that even through his drug-addled haze it was eating at him. 

At the end of his last stay as my guest, he revealed to me that he was a wanted man. I urged him to let me take him to turn himself in. 

Of course, he refused. 

Later in the Fall of 1991 came our last face-to-face meeting. His legs were covered with lesions, and he had an open sore which he described as "a missing piece of meat".  I thought  I was talking to a walking dead man, and departed in sorrow. 

One day a couple of years ago, I became curious as to what had become of him. I googled his name and found that he now operates a handyman/home remodeling business in nearby Maryland. He finally ran into someone who managed to convince him that God is real and life is worth living. I contacted him and found that his mentor has passed away. He is struggling to keep a roof over his head,  Still, he keeps his faith in God. 

His HIV is under control. He does not have a detectable virus load, and he is hoping to find a mate and father children. He and I are in the beginnings of negotiations to ghost-write his autobiography. He is the only former drug addict I have ever known to rise above his addiction doing everyday, common business and labor rather than becoming a "drug counselor". 

If I do indeed write his auto-bio, it will be marketed and sold under his name, and not mine; and all money will go to him. After all, He (and Jesus) did all the work, after all.  

,THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS CHRIST, JEHOVAH GOD.

I am well aware of various predictions of when "the End" shall take place and under what circumstances. As well, I am aware that scores of theologians, notably Harold Camping, have made failed predictions of the exact date and time of the day and hour. 

Although these predictions have all failed and led to mocking of the very idea of the Second Coming, I am here to tell you that it will happen, and the date is not getting any further away. 

Can anyone imagine that God is going to put up with the goings-on on this planet much longer? There are people around who are positively encouraging kids who don't even know what their genitals are for to think that they are boys if they are girls; and girls if they are boys. 

And Israel, the home of His Chosen People the Jews, is "compassed round about with enemies". Iran, whose leaders describe Israel as a "disgraceful blot" on the map, is in the midst of an effort to develop nuclear weapons. Armageddon is less than 20 years away, and maybe much sooner. 

This is just my personal take on things, informed as best I can manage. Times and dates depend on whether one is using the lunar calendar or the modern sun-based one, or possibly both. But our modern calendar is based on the assumption that Jesus of Nazareth was born at its beginning; and that His Sacrifice at the Crucifixion took place when He was 33 years old. 

This would put the time of the Final Battle between Good and Evil at around 2033. This, according to what I believe, will be preceded by a 7-year "Tribulation" beginning sometime in 2026. Before that begins, I and other Christians will be taken away in what is commonly known as  "The Rapture". 

How this Rapture will occur, I don't know. Lots of people have imagined suddenly driverless cars spinning out into traffic, etc.. But I believe that when the LORD calls me up, my spirit will be separated from this beat-up old jalopy it's currently riding around in and will be encased into a new Glorified body. And thus shall I ever be with the LORD. If I am called up while driving and there's a crash, they will find my body... but it won't be my body anymore.  It will be just the sloughed off sinful shell of a decidedly imperfect human being. A human being redeemed by the Sacrifice of Almighty God Himself on The Cross. 

"No man knoweth the day or hour" of these events, and I do not pretend to know such. But one thing is crystal clear: They are not getting any farther away. The time is short, and these events are closing in. Are you prepared? 

The Bible says: "If you confess with your mouth that Jesus Christ is God Almighty, and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, then you will be saved". 

I confess, and I believe. 

How about  you? It's your choice.

  

THE RIGHT WAY TO HANDLE RIOTERS

In 1972, I was taught by the United States Air Force Security Police how to deal with a riot situation. This was the formula:

Have a large force of troops armed with rifles form up before the mob. Have them fix bayonets and hold the bladed weapons high, then bring them down to where the bayonets are at throat level, with the rifle butt tucked into the right groin. Next, advance by stomping the left foot and dragging the right foot (Called "stomping dragons) in a wedge or echelon formation to force the mob to split up down adjoining streets. When an element of rioters splits off, have an element of the riot control force send a wedge formation after them and force that group to split up until you have a small enough group to deal with. 

A modern innovation which was not available in 1972 is the "paintball" gun filled with balls containing pepper gas. These cannot be picked up and thrown back, and are very effective. Also effective are "water cannons" shooting high-pressure streams of water to knock rioters off their feet. Also, these can be used to put out any fires the mob tries to set. Grenade launchers firing nylon "baton rounds" can also be employed. 

Everything I have cited here is properly described as deadly force. which is only to be used against deadly force. But when you join a mob intent on destruction and mayhem, YOU BECOME DEADLY FORCE. If you riot, then be grateful if the police follow my recommendations and do not use flame-throwers, which in my opinion would be totally justified. 

I am not here saying that people cannot assemble and demand redress of grievance. But if one asshole throws one rock into one store window: if one moron tries to overturn one car, if one cretin tries to set a dumpster on fire and roll it into the police lines: then YOU as part of that MOB become DEADLY FORCE, and may be dealt with accordingly.  In such a case, you have one option: Run home, or face the consequences. Once it's a riot, then if you remain you are a rioter. 

That ought to be pretty damn clear.

AND THE BODIES KEEP DROPPING AROUND HILLARY

Well, Gentle Readers; first there were Ron Brown and Vince Foster when Hil's lecherous hubby was in office. 

There are others, including the American intel asset hanged by Iran the other day, who we now find was mentioned in Hillary's "public secret" E-mails. 

Most recently, a Democrat National Committee staffer was shot to death while on his way to meet with agents of the FBI to discuss Hillary. It was NOT - as Hillary and her factotums would have you believe - a robbery. The staffer's watch, cash, and credit cards were all found on his dead person.  

Some years ago, I had a passenger in my cab comment on a clutch of murders committed in and around Little Rock, Arkansas while Bill Clinton was governor in that state. She said that her husband turned white and said: "They're cleaning house".

A few days later, she told me, her husband was found shot to death. 

I don't remember whether it was Dinesh D'Souza who said this or if it was "toe sucker" Dick Morris. But someone said that when you deal with Obama you are dealing with a Marxist ideologue. But if you are dealing with the   Clintons, you're dealing with Bonnie and Clyde.

Given the body count, it sounds about right.  

HILLARY JUST MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN AN AMERICAN INTELLIGENCE ASSET KILLED WITH HER PRIVATE E-MAIL SERVERI

The Islamic Republic of Iran recently  hanged (Not "hung". When you have displayed a painting you have "hung" it. If you have a big dick, you are "hung". IF YOU ARE PUT TO DEATH BY HANGING THEN YOU ARE "HANGED".  AND BY THE WAY, THE PAST TENSE OF THE LEGAL TERM "TO PLEA" IS "PLED". YOU "PLEADED" WITH YOUR WIFE TO BUY A CORVETTE. YOU "PLED" NOT GUILTY TO SPEEDING.  STOP RUINING THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE, MORONS!) 

Anyway...

Iran hanged this American intelligence resource - a physicist who was reporting back on Iran's progress toward a nuclear weapon - as a spy. Now, we don't blame Iran for executing a spy. That's what we do, too. We put the (guilty as hell) Rosenbergs in the electric chair for giving away OUR nuclear secrets. We DO blame the Iranian government for being a bunch of religious nutball dangerous assholes. But putting a spy to death? That's Hoyle.

What's NOT Hoyle is Hillary Clinton's unlawful conducting of sensitive State Department business via a vulnerable private server. And if you think the State Department never converses with the NSA, CIA, and other American intelligence services, you are an idiot. 

While there is currently no proof that Hillary's server was the source of the leak that led to the discovery - and death - of our man in Iran, it is the only nail currently found in our suddenly flat National Security tire. The FBI should get cracking and find out if there are any air bubbles coming out. No wonder she deleted all those E-mails before anybody got their hands on that damn server.

MR. KHAN THE GOLD-STAR DAD AND THAT PURPLE HEART

Gentle readers, your beloved editor (moi) is an honorably discharged veteran of the United States Air Force. My own father manned the dorsal turret of a B-24 heavy daylight bomber over among other targets the Ploesti oil fields. So you can bet I looked long and hard about Donald Trump's handling of Mr. Khan's scolding of Trump at the Democrat National Convention. 

Mr. Khan's son is an American hero. He gave his life for this country. And we all owe Mr. Khan a debt of thanks for raising up such a fine young man, so dedicated to his country that he gave the last full measure of devotion. 

However, having given this great nation such a hero does not excuse him for using this position to stand before the nation and spout a bunch of malarkey. I have often said, when some decorated veteran begins spouting American Statist Progressive boilerplate, that it is important to remember that Benedict Arnold also had a chest full of decorations. 

Trump was right to answer Mr. Khan forcefully. Khan mouthed Democrat half-truths and lies, and used the death of his son in the service of our Republic as a shield. But Trump could have prefaced his response with an acknowledgement of the younger Khan's service and sacrifice, along with an acknowledgement of the grief of the Khan family. 

Then, in Ohio (I think) a combat-wounded veteran presented Donald Trump with his Purple Heart medal, to show that the Vet had confidence in Trump. 

In response, Trump stepped all over his own dick.

First, he asked the Vet if the medal was "a copy". Sheesh. 

Second, he said "I've always wanted a Purple Heart." WHAT?? HEY DONALD! NOBODY AND I MEAN NOBODY WANTS TO GET A PURPLE HEART. Unless you are Secretary of State John Kerry, you don't get a Purple Heart from getting rice grains blown into your ass from an RPG exploding in a stack of rice bags 25 yards away. Most guys who get a Purple Heart need morphine and stitches at a minimum and a prosthesis or a lifetime on a ventilator (or worse) at a maximum. 

Third, he put the medal in his pocket. NO, NO, NO.  

Had I been Donald Trump when that wounded veteran gave me that Purple Heart, here's what I'd have said:

"Thank you for your service, Sir.' (Turning to the audience and holding up the medal) 'Ladies and Gentlemen, fellow Citizens, some of you may not know what a Purple Heart is. This decoration is given to American service members who were wounded while doing battle in our common defense. The Purple Heart medals being handed out to this day were struck in anticipation of the wounded our forces would suffer in the invasion of the Japanese home islands in World War II. I am greatly honored that this man, who suffered in our defense, has awarded me custody of the honor due him.' (Turning back to the Veteran) "Sir, when I am President this medal will be displayed in the Smithsonian Museum's section on the American armed forces, along with a description of what it was awarded for; and it will be described as being on loan from you. Please go with my aide so he can set up a private dinner for you and your immediate family with myself and my loved ones tonight before I leave this State."

Then I would have summoned an aide, given the aide the medal and have the aide accompany the vet offstage to arrange the dinner, no doubt to massive applause.

Make no mistake, Gentle Readers; Donald Trump still has the enthusiastic endorsement of myself and the Alexandria Daily Poop (and we are quite sure he is basking in the glow). But  a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down in the most delightful way. If Trump would figure that out, his problems would disappear. Right now it's the Bastard versus the Bitch.  If Trump learns how to sweeten his approach as I have just shown, it'll be Prince Charming Vs. the Evil Witch. 

IT WAS SO RANSOMI. AND IT IS SO TREASON

So. It has been discovered that an unmarked American transport landed in Iran carrying almost half a billion semoleons in cash just minutes before an Iranian plane departed with four American citizens who had been being held by the crazy-ass religious nutbars who run Iran allowed them to depart. 

The official explanation - and is it ever lame - is that it was just a coincidence that we repaid Iran for a weapons deal that Carter made with the Shah before he was deposed by the religious nuts; which we never delivered the weapons promised because the new leadership was batshit crazy. 

And, the payment was delivered in Swiss francs and Euros and gold because it couldn't legally be in American currency. 

Okayyyyy.......

So why, when asked directly by a reporter if the hostages would have been freed had the payment not been delivered, did White House Designated Liar and Obfuscator Josh Earnest (boy, that name says a mouthful, doesn't it?) not give a "yes" or a "no" but immediately launched into a mealy-mouthed load of argle-bargle and tried to change the subject?

And why did at least one hostage report that they had to wait on the tarmac until "The other plane" had landed? 

Right now we have a Republican controlled House and Senate. The big question we have here at the Alexandria Daily Poop is: WHY THE FUCK AREN'T ARTICLES OF IMPEACHMENT PENDING ON THE CURRENT RESIDENT OF 1600 PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE NORTHWEST?  We don't care how short his time is. It needs to be brought to an end as soon as possible. Obama is a fucking TRAITOR. He has just given aid and comfort to our ENEMY Iran.