Pretty Political

“The Hunter Biden Story wasn’t really a story.” I heard multiple people, even those IN journalism state that when the influence peddling story first broke as the October Surprise. Of course, any October Surprise is met with a counter attack to the story, but never, EVER in the history of this country was a story with such credible witnesses and meat behind it buried. The New York Post was suspended from Twitter for the weeks leading up to the election as were many who shared it. Those that did that willfully swayed the outcome of the election of the most powerful leader in the world. Think about that … and, think hard because it turns out … it WAS a story. Now, wasn’t it?

Apparently, it is ONLY a story once Biden gets to make millions off of it in a book deal.

How incredibly white privileged of him. Oh … but, we don’t get to call HIM that, do we? That’s reserved for the Trump kids. Hunter Biden CAN’T be an over-privileged bum that used his daddy’s influence to get rich and also get out of trouble! Noooooooo … he’s a “Democrat”. That term doesn’t apply to them just like the rules don’t. Wonder what would happen if Eric Trump was EVER caught smoking parmesan cheese out of a carpet because they thought it was crack cocaine, impregnating strippers, drinking bottles of vodka a day while receiving millions from foreign governments and sleeping with their brother’s widow while simultaneously lying on a Federal background check form to obtain a gun that was dumped into a trash can by his brother’s widow and the Secret Service was sent while NOT on his detail to try to bury the whole mess?

It would be front page news, endlessly run, the story of all stories and never forgotten if it were a Trump child or even an associate. But, for Hunter Biden … it’s a multimillion dollar windfall, interviews on Sunday Morning shows and a pity party surrounding his years of entitlement, excess and lack of self-control. The word hypocrisy isn’t strong enough. You wonder why people are so mistrusting and enraged? You really don’t need to look further than this.

Of course … there’s more. There will always be more.

Andrew Cuomo got a $4 million dollar book deal in the MIDDLE of the pandemic. This is the equivalent of an Olympian jumping up on the podium to claim the Gold Medal 50 yards into a 100 yard dash. It was as brazen and egotistical as anything most people had seen in years. Ohhhh … but, those Democrats don’t care. Then, of course it turns out he was throwing COVID positive seniors into nursing facilities and lying to cover the numbers while sexually harassing at least 9 women so far and also using staff to help him write the self-aggrandizing book which is totally illegal … but, good old Cuomo still sits in his Governors seat unabashedly.

Let’s compare that to Ron DeSantis who had 60 Minutes attempt to run a transparent smear piece on him that was quickly negated by even Democrats in his state. DeSantis, who served our country, graduated from both Yale and Harvard, married with 3 children and has managed to lead his state far more successfully than Cuomo while also not asking young women who work for him how old of a man they would sleep with! But, you know … he’s a Republican … so, release the 60 Minutes dogs on him to dig up any dirt possible and when they can’t? Just make it up.

Here is a sad fact in all of this, they wouldn’t pay them millions for the book deals if they thought there wasn’t a market for the garbage they choose to throw on a page. Everyone is the “hero” of their own story. They don’t need to tell the truth or be accurate in their self promoting propaganda. Both Hunter Biden and Andrew Cuomo have lived a life of privilege handed to them through nepotism and even when they BREAK THE LAW, they are handed more money to continue to use and mislead people.

For people that think they are so “for” the truth and “against” white privileged, nepotism, big business, big Tech, Wall Street, millionaires, different standards for different groups of people … you sure buy the load of garbage they are selling you along with the books!

Looking for this quote, I saw it attributed to many different people from Dr. Phil to Oprah to Tony Gaskins. I decided it really didn’t matter who said it because it is one of those inspirational quotes that look good, sound good … but, are primarily a steaming load of crap.

I have been abused in my life. I can assure you, I didn’t teach anyone to do that. I didn’t go to the chalkboard, hand out a syllabus on horrible things to say or do to me and then instruct them through how to do it. They made a personal decision to act a certain way. And, in turn, I then made a decision to either fight back, walk away or tolerate it. Personal responsibility for one’s own actions is cool. More people should try it.

I thought about that quote as I watched the activists, oh sorry … I mean “journalists” lop leading, pre-planned, scripted, SLOWLY read questions yesterday at Biden’s first “press conference”. I seriously have to air quote and italicize all of this because it is such a joke that I cannot even give the words to people that don’t deserve them.

NOW … I can only imagine that the self-excusing people justifying such a poor job of getting straight, unscripted answers from the leader of the free world would try to justify it as, “Well, he is nicer to us. So, we are nicer to him.” A. Grow up. B. Stop it. C. That is so completely disingenuous that it is one of the excuses that goes right through me. We all know the vast majority of the media “leans left” … whatever the Hell that even means anymore. But, then those reporters should suit up and run for office because their JOB is not to play favorites or further their own political agendas, but to ask tough questions to get the truth to the American people. Does ANYONE work for us? Bueller, Bueller ….

The fact that it is pretty common knowledge that isn’t the case anymore is pathetic, sad, unconstitutional, reckless, dangerous and RIDICULOUS. Do your JOB!

I have stated many times that I mostly ignored Trump until the coronavirus briefings. I know and knew many that were “fans” of his. I also knew people that were going absolutely, freakishly bonkers in their hatred of him. I found either extreme odd. I just don’t usually get that excited about anyone or anything. BUT, when I saw how the press behaved during a time that the information was literally life or death; my disgust deepened to a level that was indescribable. Their behavior lent credence to the “fake news” claims of Trump and with that, opened the door to look at many other things through a different lens.

Watching the “press conference” yesterday after a year of diligently watching the ones with Trump … these journalists should absolutely relinquish the title in their job description. Call it something else … Activist with a Pen, Democrat With A Chair Saved for Me … something … anything. But, you can really say you are there on behalf of the American people to ask tough questions, re-butt when facts seem altered, cross examine when answers seem evasive, dig deep. Please, that is NOT what we saw yesterday. It isn’t about being aggressive and rude. But, it is about doing your JOB. The excuse that “Trump was mean to us” is an immature, pathetic and a which came first the chicken or the egg argument.

Half of America saw something really odd yesterday. The pace, the notecards, the drifting off, the flashes of anger when he was being lopped the softest of softballs. There WERE lies, but you aren’t counting those now? Did you break your fact-checkers? It freaked a LOT of people out. And, what disturbs me more and downright angers me is that the people placed in the room, with mics and pens, using titles that indicate they work to get the facts to us COVERED for it and continue to do so.

So, do we … do we REALLY teach people how to treat us? Then, perhaps it is time that the press understand that treating us like morons that don’t see through the fact that they have allowed their own political beliefs to poison their pens is not okay. If we really are to teach people how to treat us, then okay. Class is in session. First thing on the syllabus, DO YOUR JOB!

“Dammit, Mom … I didn’t do anything and they all hate me.” I wailed.

“Well, you clearly did something.” She replied as sweetly as she could with the stinging words.

“No, I didn’t. I just went to school and none of them will speak to me!” I sobbed back.

“I heard you with your one friend talking poorly about some of the other girls.” Mom came back at me.

“But, she was saying stuff, too and I didn’t think she would tell!” I wailed.

“Oh … well … that was a dumb assumption.” She responded dryly.

“YOU ARE NEVER ON MY SIDE!!!” I screamed.

“Not when you are wrong, no.” She shrugged.

“What am I supposed to do now?? This SUCKS and you don’t even care!” I screamed back at her.

“I care, but I can’t fix what you broke. You deal with the consequences, it will pass and never do it again.” She said ending only one of many conversations I had like this with her.

I was so resentful of that approach for so many years when I was young and immature. And, then as I grew up I realized … it was the best advice I had ever gotten.

I never viewed myself as a victim. Neurotic and insecure at times over it, sure … but, never a victim. Life handed me some serious blows; the tragic loss of my only sibling, cancer and open heart surgery at the same time, relationships failing in epic, often humiliating fashion and economic hardships.

Most of them … I viewed as partially or wholly my fault.

That may sound idiotic and being too hard on myself, but I would sure rather have it that way than the other. That thought came to mind when discussing a friend that had gone through a recent break-up. The couple at the center of the conversation were well-suited, they got along well. But, one had suffered through a pretty traumatic divorce years and years ago and her trust in men was just gone. The consensus was that just created too many hurdles for her to truly move on happily.

That made me sad.

Victimhood keeps you stuck. And, not just a little stuck, completely stuck. In a world where you believe every act is nefarious, every deed isn’t altruistic, too many hearts are cold or intentions are almost always bad … you die. You don’t die a physical death, but emotionally you are stunted and rotting inside. Just like my friend (and we all have one), who has decided because of the bad acts of those in the past cannot let go and feel true, trusting love again … she breathes, but she doesn’t really live. I was just as hurt as my friend, but (thanks to my mom), I went to a therapist and actually asked, “what in the HELL am I doing wrong here? I am either a really bad judge of character or a masochist.” And, even in knowing it wasn’t all my fault, I was also able to recognize that some was, dealt with the consequences, fixed it and never did it again. (I mean … yet … time will tell … I didn’t say I won’t still mess up .. but, no worries … it will still be my fault if I do)

But, not blaming everyone else for everything set me free.

It’s why I fight so strongly against the victim mentality. I want everyone free. No one is ever free when carrying the baggage of yesterday. And, no matter how hard you try, you never unleash the weights of those bags by throwing them on someone else. It simply doesn’t work. I often get met with the same rage when I do so. Serious rage. Threatening rage. When I see that, I think back to my juvenile responses to my mother as she forced me to take on my own challenges and even admit that I played a part in them (even when I ACTUALLY didn’t … MOM!) I see wounded children acting out.

That makes me sad.

And, in the end what makes me saddest is we will “cancel” the world and the pain and emptiness will still exist. But, in a world full of so much less. Hollowed out. Empty. Sterile. Sad. And, still … the same pain will throb. And, some will sit in the ashes of the destruction and still find someone else to blame for it.

Today marks a year of the two weeks to flatten the curve. It all seems like an awful blur of sadness, rage, loss, humor, intensity and sheer mental will.

I remember being sent home from work when Governor Wolf first issued the stay-at-home order. My reaction was like someone trying to throw a cat in a tub of water.

“You can’t make me go!” I screeched something about my Constitutional Rights. I clawed to keep the last shreds of normalcy. But, I had no choice. And, the fact that I had no choice left of my own made the claws come out further.

I stomped around and finally went home to watch The White House Coronavirus Task Force speak. I sat stunned watching and listening hard to the words and the details I was hearing behind the words. Mt science background ignited every cell in my body; they were trying to remain calm and optimistic. But, I knew how viruses worked. I knew we had 330 million people in this country. I knew … nothing was going to be normal again for a long time.

My son watched with me and asked , “What do we do now?”

“Do you want the truth?” I replied staring ahead, numb from the answer I knew.

“Yes“, he replied.

“We sit here and wait for people to die. This doesn’t end any time soon.” I said and hung my head defeated.

I then deeply inhaled and promptly began to lose my mind. I decided to look back over the year in my camera roll of my phone. Seeing the photos from February 2020 are almost too unbearable to see. A smiling photo of me in a group. COVID-19 was a rumble across the ocean at that point. I knew deep down it was on the way. But, I was still able to bury it then. But, within weeks I was trapped in the home and masks were made mandatory. I responded by continuing to lose my mind and have “craft time” with my kids. It resulted in the masks above. The one below I wore to The Post Office and got dirty looks from the guy working there.

I learned pretty quickly that writing on a medical mask with a Sharpie is a quick way to almost pass out. Also, the “of” on the pleated area needed to be bigger. I will never understand the people that were willingly compliant with the mask. I felt like a prisoner in my home and I felt like a prisoner in my body. I don’t think that makes sense to the compliant and I don’t care. The easily compliant angered me and I let them know it every chance I got.

“STOP PUTTING STAY HOME STAY SAFE ALL OVER YOUR PROFILE!!! I GET IT!!! WE ARE ON LOCKDOWN!! I COULDN’T GO ANYWHERE IF I WANTED TO!!”

They infuriated me. I don’t know why. I couldn’t scream loud enough, so I bought a bullhorn to entertain myself by yelling at neighbors through the window with it or driving to friend’s houses to see (scream) at them from afar.

Then, people I knew started to get it. Some lived, some died. Friends were blocked from seeing their parents in nursing homes and they died in there. Alone. Funerals couldn’t be attended. Other friends scraped and struggled to keep their businesses afloat. More people I knew died. One committed suicide, another relapsed and overdosed. I was losing my sense of humor along with chunks of hair. I smiled and made jokes on the outside. Inside, I was dying.

The long, dark winter began and holidays were limited to small groups. The large family gatherings I used to proudly host were dwindled down to a handful of people. I loved them all. I was happy and lucky to have them there. But, no gathering came without the sting of guilt that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t safe. But, what was safe anymore? I continued to find ways to laugh through it and had another “craft time” to make centerpiece puppets. I can distract myself with humor — my forever hiding place and I won’t notice that my extended family isn’t here or that my breath may kill my parents by being here.

Nothing we did this year was “safe”. Not really. I can work from home, but go to the store. I can not see my parents, yet my 49-year-old classmate died from it. I could wear the mask for you, but you could touch a shopping cart and then your eye. A year … on the run … from a nanoparticle. And, with violent crime, suicide and overdose rates off the charts in their rise and half million dead in the US, I don’t know if The Year of Living Safely worked. That’s probably the hardest part in it all. I sure hope it did. But, we have no way to prove a negative. So, we are left to Monday Morning quarterback one of the most trying year of all of our lives.

I can say this year has taught me a lot about myself. Much of it, I already knew. I don’t like being told what to do, but I follow rules. I fight when trapped. I laugh when I want to cry. And, again … drawing on a medical mask with a Sharpie is a quick way to a pass out.

My boys were five and two when I got divorced. I didn’t receive any child support. The courts found that with 50/50 custody and my education and earning potential, I was more than fine to survive on my own for 16 years of raising children as a work mom. That is 192 months. 192 months of hustle, struggle, tears, laughter, late nights, bills left un-paid, sacrificing the things I wanted to give to them, rearranging work schedules to be there for their events.

I wouldn’t trade a minute of it. Being a working single parent wasn’t easy, I struggled and my struggle became a hustle — a hustle my boys learned from me. No, I wouldn’t trade a minute of it and because it was my choice to become a parent, I never believed anyone owed me anything to do so.

But, now Reshma Saujani has the brilliant idea of printing more money from the Fed to hand out $2,400/month in check to mothers who have struggled during the pandemic. Ms. Sauhani, I have ALWAYS struggled. So, for the 192 months I raised children and worked, I will send you a bill for $460,800 in reparations.

The Girls Who Code founder and CEO, Sujani ran a full-page ad in The New York Times urging President Biden and the rest of Congress to per her Marshall Plan for Moms to include the unpaid labor that moms do at home. Excuse me, are we just waking up to the fact that there is and has always been things that we do in life that we don’t get PAID for. Having children is supposed to be a choice, correct? Did I miss where it was a job inflicted on us that the government should then pay us for?

Where is all this money coming from? Are we just going to keep printing it to pay off everyone until the value of the dollar is nothing?

The pandemic has been a trying time on us all. Sales have dropped in some industries, leaving salespeople struggling. Layoffs have happened in other industries. Businesses had to down-size leading to personal losses in jobs. We have ALL struggled. Any mother that was forced out of the workforce due to the pandemic is already collecting unemployment.

Are they suggesting that on top of that an extra $2,400/month is warranted? So, what of the other untold masses that have lost?

Where does all of this end? The full vaccine distribution to all adults is now slated to occur by the end of May. Schools will be re-open soon. We don’t “Build Back Better” by bankrupting the country to pay for CHOICES and we don’t Build Back Better by incentivizing women to stay OUT of the workforce by paying them to do so.

It all seems like an endless payoff that there isn’t a tru way to stop. I am consistently stuck between trying to fight is as I watch the growing tide of debt and handouts become the norm and just getting in line for my “hand-out” for what I have always done without ever thinking the government owed me anything for doing so.

So, if this passes … I want my $460,800 in reparations for the 192 months I single-parented without any help from the government. Actually, I will make it an even $500K because I want a bonus for the teen years.

When I heard of the pending castration of Mr. Potato Head, I responded with an eye roll that actually hurt my eyeballs. But, the more I got to think about it; everything in my kitchen is just so offensive. If you can’t beat them, join them!

Why are we stopping at the potatoes people? Never fear, I will fix it!

This is the syrup formerly known as Mrs. Butterworth. Now, how in the world do you know she is married???? She doesn’t need a MAN to give her BUTTER some WORTH. She is now Ms. Butterworth to you.

I’m sorry, but do MEN only get hungry for some pancakes? I find it completely a sign of toxic masculinity that only a man like Jack could be hungry for some carbs! Are you calling me fat? I’m offended. These are now Hungry Jack or Jill pancakes! You misogynistic fools.

Don’t call me “Honey” or “Sweetie”! It’s sexist! Again, I feel deeply offended by this and we aren’t giving credit to the bees and the struggle they face birthing this delicious nectar. You will now all be putting Bee Juice in your tea. You are welcome.

All this getting offended is making me thirsty ….

Oh, come on!!! “White” Claw? “White”??? Enough said. That goes straight in the garbage.

Just as it seemed to take the world from 1978 until now to truly listen to the words to Greased Lightening and classify the the movie, Grease as “a bit rapey”, I soon discovered after leaving my kitchen to enter my laundry room that the offense continued. What if I don’t WANT to Snuggle? What if I just don’t want static cling???? I find that so presumptuous! You rapey little fabric sheets!

Oh …. EXCUSE me! Men don’t clean. Why is he gender appropriating floor scrubbing? The last time a saw a man do that is when he lost a bet or spilled a White Claw … I’m sorry … I mean Claw.

And, let’s not forget my bookshelf so tall … I’ll throw away books as I cancel them all … Seuss is a racist and not a doctor on call … I’ll replace it with Fauci’s brand new tell-all.

It feels kind of good to be on this side of the insanity. If you have a business, a cookie, a favorite drink, a toilet bowel cleaner; I wouldn’t wait for the mysterious cancel mob to get offended and come for your names to castrate you! Begin the castration now! You are “Mr.” nothing, “Mrs.” nothing! The lunatics are firmly running the asylum. So, get ahead of them and start the less offensive new logos now!

When I was in second grade, the teacher requested we go around the room and tell what our parents did for a living. I came out of the womb cynical and found it an odd request. But, obliged the teacher as my turn arrived.

I stood up and announced, “my dad is a doctor”.

The teacher leaned in, oddly impressed as I learned people can get over things like that and said, “ohhhh, what kind of doctor?”

“A chiropractor”, I replied.

She almost smirked and said, “Honey, that’s not a real doctor.”

I cried. I was embarrassed, I felt lied to by somebody and the reality I knew was shook by her words. And, then after going home and informing my father on what she had said, he went to the school the next day and had a few choice words for the teacher. Yes … there’s a genetic reason I am the way I am.

How is that story relevant to the current press and the ever growing arguments about the “fake” versus “real” news? Because when one feels their livelihood is being attacked, they often attack back. But, in this case, it isn’t my dad telling off my second grade teacher. It’s the climate of the entire country and the direction of the political landscape lying in the wake of this war of words. And, we really can’t lose sight of that.

What came first, the chicken or the fake news?

Like all questions, the answers are never as simple as they seem. So many factors played into the erosion of the press. The emergence of stations like CNN and Fox changed how people viewed the news. They ceased to look to the “news” to be informed, they looked instead to be affirmed. And, this became popular, a huge money-maker with sponsors and backers that fed into it. They sat at “news” desks and had the polished hair and appearance of journalists, but they weren’t. They were giving the information to the public in the way they wanted to hear it, slanting it all to their opinion. A discerning eye or an open mind would clearly know there was a difference, but as time went by, the lines blurred. And, opinion became fact.

The vast majority of the media could not stand candidate or President Trump. I don’t know how that fact could ever be argued. The bias was abundantly clear on every station, newspaper and magazine. No pictures of his wife all over People magazine as we had seen of past First Ladies, his kids attacked daily, when in the past there seemed to be a silent code that kids were off limits. His every word was scrutinized and I only fully noticed how bad it was during the early Coronavirus updates where the White House Press Corp attacked relentlessly.

The resounding explanation is that he attacked them by calling them fake. Just as my father went to tell off the teacher, I actually do understand the bristling effect of having your profession attacked and how that can lead people to lash back out. But, what responsibility do journalists have in this day and age to find a way to put their personal feelings aside and try to report the news as clearly, plainly and without bias as possible? Rough question … because that doesn’t sell, does it? We have grown almost dependent, as a country, on the controversy of it all and not as concerned with being truly informed.

They give us, what we want. But, many of us crave for more. I sure hope we do.

Enter President Joe Biden. Holy cow, anyone that watched the treatment of Trump or his Press Secretaries … plural … there were many … some hid in bushes from the press in fear .. can very plainly see the man is not treated the same way. Nor, is Little Orphan Annie Circle Back. The questions are softballs, except for the sole foil Doocy from Fox who essentially gets smirked at and dismissed. And, as Americans watch this, the same people that liked Trump and watched the daily attacks on him, it deepens the mistrust of the media. And, that is a dangerous thing, isn’t it? The excuse of “well, we like him better and he is nicer to us” just actually completely confirms that the coverage was based on personal opinions, politics, beliefs. That’s dangerous, right? Because if people don’t trust the media, they don’t trust their leadership … where do they turn? It’s the innate nature of humans to follow and when the ones that should be leading the charge to truth don’t … they will find something or someone else to follow. And, that’s dangerous. That’s not a question, it’s a fact. It’s dangerous.

I am not encouraging an unwarranted attack on President Joe Biden. But, what I am pleading for is equitable treatment and the return to asking the hard questions that were asked in the past to not only Trump, but other presidents. Why didn’t you immediately visit Texas? (Bush was slammed for the delayed visit to New Orleans). What is Hunter’s involvement with the Chinese and was he influence peddling? (Trump’s children were turned inside out) Can you explain how the “cages” in Texas are now called Detainment Centers? (Trump was demonized for this) Question his cognitive abilities. The man is quite old, has had health issues and currently holds the nuclear codes. These are worthwhile questions!

The softballs need to stop. It continues to erode the fragile trust of the people. It’s dangerous. And, the policing has to start from within the journalistic community. I don’t care if he is “nicer” to you. Your feelings shouldn’t and don’t matter. The truth does.

Over the years, my father saw other chiropractors do things he did not agree with and he spoke up to it. It softened him to the stance of some that didn’t entirely get or trust his profession. Journalists need to start doing the same. Something got very, very off track. Simply blaming Trump for calling you fake is a juvenile excuse. Reporting the “news” without bias is boring, the pushback will be extreme from the top to continue to stir the pot. A stirred pot sells. And, if that can’t be accomplished, then identify as opinion-based news.

In a world where everyone is being forced to take a hard look at themselves, how we got here, where we go from here … perhaps journalists take a long, deep breathe and reflect on the role they played in taking down one President and propping up another. Because if you played a part in it, you are a hybrid of activist and journalist. And, owning that is a start.

It doesn’t matter who came first. That’s the answer to the riddle. Fix it. The country is tuned in and counting on you.

Conway was in the company of Steve Schmidt, John Weaver and Rick Nelson as the “founding fathers” of this supposed Republican-led mission to rid the country of Trump. The optics were good. Grandfathered in establishment GOP royalty that served for John McCain and George W. Bush campaigns were simply raising money to go on a full-throttle seek and destroy NeverTrump mission. But, just as the Devil is in the details, the Devil is also in the dollars.

It has been recently exposed that The Lincoln Project was essentially pocketing large portions of the money and only using some for their mission to indoctrinate people to hate Trump and vote him out. I know people personally that succumbed to some of their social media campaign to destroy Trump. They were funneling money to profit themselves; but they were actually effective. They were doing what was intended — peel layers and numbers away from the Republican Party to ensure a Trump loss … a “Republican” loss. That goal seems almost counter-productive until you look at their donor list.

For a complete list, please see below. But, I am going to review their top 3 cash cows. When following the money, always start at the top.

1. Democratic “dark money group” Majority Forward donated $1.35 million – Majority Forward actually isn’t that dark if you shine a light on it. Majority Forward was previously headed up by JB Poersch (pictured above). He is an insider and head of many SuperPac’s, most recently the president of Senate Majority PAC … he is a documented close ally to Chuck Schumer. Yes … Chuck Schumer.
2. Gordon Getty – Mr. Getty gave The Lincoln Project $1 million dollars. The billionaire is the son of oil tycoon J. Paul Getty. He is a composer, but it seems his largest contribution to this country is to use his money to be a political King-maker. He is part of the “Faithful Eight” that handed Gavin Newsom the gubernatorial seat in California. Gavin Newsom’s father, Bill, was a lifelong friend of Getty. Newsom later managed the family trust valued by Forbes to be worth more than $2 billion. Bill Newsom (yes, Gavin’s father) was so close to the Getty family that he was one of the people that helped deliver the ransom money after the 1973 kidnapping of J. Paul Getty’s grandson, John Paul Getty III. Are you starting to understand WHY we call these current politicians “elites”?

3. And, number 3 on the top donors list is Stephen Frank Mandel tying Getty with $1 million dollar donation. Mr. Mandel is no stranger to Forbes’ famous lists. In 2018 he took the #15 spot as the Highest Earning Hedge Fund Managers list, he was #962 on the 2019 Billionaires list. His background spans from Phillips Exeter Academy in New Hampshire to Harvard and his path to a $2.5 billion dollar net worth sprouted from silver spoon fed jobs at Goldman Sachs and Tiger Management. He is also openly a Democrat.

Why do billionaire hedge fund managers matter? Competitive Advantage Research examined campaign spending of 570 hedge fund managers and senior executives have used their monetary influence to sway elections. In New York alone, they reached nearly $40 billion in contributions and topping the list was … wait for it … Gov. Andrew Cuomo who scooped up $4,832,140.34 over his tenure as Governor and Attormey General from the hedge fund managers.

Now, here is the question the entire populous NEEDS to ask, ask again, then ask over again if needed and then be open enough to accept the answer. WHY ARE HEDGE FUND MANAGERS FUNDING LEADERS OF THE STATES AND DONATING TO DESTROY AND REMOVE A SITTING PRESIDENT? Why are silver-spoon, billionaire elites behind the funding of a sham “Republicans against Trump” group? Why is a group hijacking the name of a great Republican President to be used as an ACTUAL vehicle of the Democratic Party? Were they actually funneling that money? Or, was is their “pay” for behaving like pseudo-Republicans because that cover would carry more weight and achieve the true end goal of depleting the Trump vote amongst Republicans.

And, in the case, the BILLION dollar question is this: What is it that they want so badly that they are willing to part with millions and billions to get? And, are you naïve enough to think the answer to that has anything to do with you? Why would the 1%ers that the Left profess to hate so much be the true money behind funding the placement or removal of leaders of the highest ranks in government? Would they REALLY be donating to be the target of higher taxes? Would they REALLY be donating so much money for equity when their whole lives are the epitome of elite privilege?

They will tell you on the news that the fall of The Lincoln Project is mostly about one co-founder sexually harassing young men; potentially criminally and disgustingly. But, the true story is on the path of the money. It should worry you, it should make you wonder, you should hunger to understand more as to how current leaders such as Newsom and Cuomo are being placed like pieces on a chess board as the rest of us are played as pawns fighting one another.

Because if you follow the money … it will lead you to the truth.

Complete donor list:

• Democratic dark money group Majority Forward donated $1.35 million
• Investor and philanthropist Gordon Getty donated $1 million
• Lone Pine Capital founder Stephen Frank Mandel donated $1 million

• William Harris of “Anburst” donated $800,000
• Aderdeen, Inc. President Alfred Clark donated $701,000
• Billionaire David Geffen donated $500,000
• Democratic dark money group Sixteen Thirty Fund donated $300,000
• Katz Watson Group founder and President Fran Watson donated $300,000
• A Colorado-based company called Do Right Inc. donated $200,000
• A David Deniger with no listed occupation donated $200,000
• Hellman & Friedman LLC partner Allen Thorpe donated $200,000
• A Paul Sullivan with no listed occupation donated $195,000
• Esther A. and Joseph Klingenstein Fund President Andrew Klingenstein donated $150,000
• Another William Harris with no listed occupation donated $125,000
• Billionaire John Pritzker donated $100,000
• Bain Capital Chief Investment Officer Jonathan Lavine donated $100,000
• Architect Graham Gund donated $100,000
• Billionaire Jennifer Pritzker donated $100,00
• Philanthropist Liz Lefkofsky of the Lefkofsky Family Foundation donated $100,000
• Restaurant owner and Walt Disney’s niece Susan Disney Lord donated $100,000
• Providence Equity Partners founder Jonathan Nelson donated $100,000
• WndrCo founding partner Jeffrey Katzenberg donated $100,000
• Urban School board member Lucia Choi-Dalton donated $100,000
• An Amy Berwyn George with no listed occupation donated $100,000
• LA Promise Fund Co-Chair of the Board Megan Chernin donated $100,000
• Wolverine Gas and Oil Corp. President Sidney J. Jansma Jr. donated $100,000
• Bain Capital Co-Chair Joshua Bekenstein donated $100,000
• Former Continental Cablevision founder and CEO Amos Hostetter Jr. donated $100,000

Freshwater Shrimp get infected with a parasite that turn them into cannibals. Nature is cool. They get infected by a tiny parasite that is only the size of a human red blood cell and that lives in the host’s muscles and relies on the host for food. The increased demand for food by the parasite drives the host to cannibalize their own.

This phenomenon makes me look at the current cancel culture and the news this week and giggle. I will re-cap:

Bruce Springsteen was all over social media for his 2-minute long commercial calling for people to return to “The Middle”. Naturally, since he recently did a Sirius episode “poem” with the title: “From My Home to Yours, Volume 14: Farewell to the Thief.” And, was quoted as saying, “it is time for an exorcism in our nation’s Capital. Welcome to our Halloween/election day monster mash. In just a few days, we’ll be throwing the bums out. I thought it was a fucking nightmare, but it was so true”. It’s a lovely poem that screams of middle ground and unity … um, not.

So, the fact that he was getting trashed for a day and a half over the Super Bowl commercial spot because the hypocrisy of calling for middle ground while only months before calling for an exorcism was only surprising to the leftists who still seem to believe they can say whatever they want and also say unity and that isn’t going to make people stare blankly back at them while blinking slowly.

But, THEN … dun, dun, dun … the Boss had recently got a DWI and the Jeep people CANCELLED him. It seems that the crooner that was one of my favorites as a child got infected with the parasite of partisan political hate and hypocrisy and then got eaten by his own. Ooops. The canceller got cancelled. NOWWWW … I would love to see Jeep do something to tick the left off so they can boycott them like the My Pillow Guy and the parasitic, cancel-cannibalism cycle can continue!!!

Just as the Boss was exiting stage left, Enter Mark Cuban stage right. Man, this one disappoints me. I like the hometown Pittsburgh boy made it big story that was Cuban. I got that he dipped his toes into politics here and there. I found his stances pretty neutral and thought-provoking. Then, for the last few days he blew up the internet by cancelling the National Anthem at his NBA Dallas Maverick’s home games.

BUT, the NBA stepped in and said that the anthem was policy and they re-instated it. Cuban essentially went, “Okay, cool.” He said he only removed it due to ongoing conversations with members of the community who felt the tradition “did not fully represent them”. Um, ok. It’s the NATIONAL Anthem, you know, the one for the United States of America … where you live … and you are playing in the AMERICAN Airlines Center, to make it only more ironic and moronic … but, okie dokie. Now, I am waiting for people on both sides to cancel the NBA. Some will refuse to watch because the players say our anthem “doesn’t represent them” and the rest will cancel it because the NBA MADE them play it. Maybe then seven dudes that don’t follow politics but love basketball will tune in and the whole empire of adults getting millions to play with balls will crumble. (Doubt it … but, a girl can dream)

So, as much as Conservatives are complaining about being cancelled right now … this may give you a ray of hope. It seems that the cancel culture that is so infected with the parasite of stomping out anyone that does not agree with them may have become so voracious that they are now beginning to eat their own!

Yippee!

Some advice for Conservatives, lay low and let them have at each other! Don’t make any weird comments or sudden movements. Their parasite of power drunken, finger pointing, judging, and political correctness on crack has driven them into a feeding frenzy. Don’t be the meal! “You offended me … you are CANCELLED! Gobble, gobble, Well, you offended me back … I double dog cancel you! Gobble, gobble. How dare you double dog cancel me??? I will cancel you and all your kin! Gobble, gobble, gulp, BURP.”

I am personally going to pop popcorn and try to act apolitical and watch them eat their own like freshwater shrimp! I will take The Boss with a side of cocktail sauce and tartar once the madness ends.