Trump’s SOTU – one for the ages

NancyLionel Nation –  POTUS delivered the speech, address and call to arms of his life and of a lifetime with such incomprehensible precision it left DNC “notables” and elders gobsmacked and visibly shaken and wounded. Nary a clue they had. They’d clearly expected something else despite having read the script beforehand (even Frau Nancy rudely referred to the address almost in amazement as to how the written and spoken word varied), anything but that evinced by his master performance.

The telling moment: hearing a rapturous and thunderous concussion and percussion of the membership’s chant of “USA! USA! USA!” From the DNC choir no less who hates everything remotely American, a crew so devoid of respect it calls into account and question their allegiance to our republic. I expected Cruella de Vil, Princess Pelousy herself to stand up, throw to the ground said copy of the address she so rudely and contemptuously rifled through throughout the address and spit out the cud or bezoar she inexplicably chews giving her that strange countenance of demented disconnected bewilderment.

Their plans were dashed and rerouted. He even had the Luminous Ladies in White, the Dem Gals who resembled the distaff contingent of Marshall Applewhite’s Heaven’s Gate coterie, standing and clapping and shouting and hooting and yeeing and hawing in solid syncopation with the object of their loathing and disdain. Beautiful!

POTUS assembled a retinue of notables as his guests (bona fide war heroes, valiant cops, juvenile cancer victims, a rather dodgy astronaut, rehabilitated convicts, border agents, name it) whilst the Dems invited . . . whom? A Liberian refugee, a junk, er, climate scientist and Ana Maria Archila, the loudmouth activist-trespasser who confronted an impuissant Feckless Flake in an elevator yet refused to assist in the cleanup. This is nothing new, actually. Keep in mind the horrid tobacco spittle stain on history when New York Senator Kirsten Gillibrand invited the now universally loathed, disputed, discredited and despised Mattress Girl to the SOTU in 2015. See a pattern here?

It seems the once relevant Dems are unable to cobble together a reality tether and now represent a crew of detached loons who inspire and recruit others. Think a chain reaction of benighted moonbats.

Party patrons and monied folk saw firsthand and front row that this man whom they have attacked mercilessly without surcease will reascend the throne in 2020. He thrives in a crowd. He breathes the collective passion of the assembled.

I trust we will never see another hackneyed White House Oval Office address that rivaled a sitz bath in terms of its excitement. Thanks, Bill Shine. But I’ll take 100 of those for just one more team-up of Nancy and Chuckles recreating a Grant Wood outtake and American Gothic redux.

Party donors and dons were most cross with Nancy after it became obvious that as of today, it’s been 825 days since Election 2016 and their message is still for all practical purposes nonexistent. It’s 631 days until Election 2020, an eye blink in campaign time, and what does the harried harridan have as platform, plan and vision? [CRICKETS]

SF Source Lionel Nation Feb 2019

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