Animal’s Daily Pushed Towards Trump News

I stumbled across this the other day, and found it interesting, as in a “Never-Trumper voting for Trump” interesting:  Feeling Pushed Towards Trump.  Excerpt:

Another reason I feel more ill at ease is that I’ve seen how much the left will not tolerate the reality of religious belief.  One of the wonders of the US Constitution is that it protects the freedom of individuals to be wrong.  Majority opinion legislates, but minority rights are protected: You remain free to speak, to think, and to govern your private affairs according to your own beliefs, however unpopular.

This is the only way for a pluralistic society to survive.  What I am seeing is that the Left which Biden and Harris pander to cannot tolerate this pluralism.

Aye, there’s the rub.

A big part of the current political unease many people feel with Congressional Democrats and the various Democrat candidates is precisely this lack of tolerance.  We’ve come a long ways since Ronald Reagan described his relationship with Tip O’Neill as being “friends after 6PM.”

We saw a little bit of this when Dianne Feinstein, a leftist pol for whom I have absolutely no affection, actually showed a little respect and affection for Lindsey Graham, with whom she has worked side-by-side for years.  She was roundly blasted for that gesture of ordinary humanity by the Left, including demands that she resign her Senate seat.

That’s another reason I’m suspicious of the polls.  You could say that all the Democrats had to do this election cycle was to not be crazy.  They failed at that.

Go vote!

Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

A week from today, we should – maybe – know who will be President for the next four years.  Although, I’m suspicious that, should Groper Joe actually win, he’ll be “resigning for health reasons” a day or two after the two-year mark, enabling Round-Heels Harris to serve the rest of his first term and still run for two more terms.  And that, True Believers, is a horrible thought.  The polls are narrowing but what’s really obvious is that the enthusiasm is all with the President.  Let’s hope he pulls it out.

But the GOP did get one thing of note done this week, and I can sum it up with five words:

  1. Associate.
  2. Justice.
  3. Amy.
  4. Coney.
  5. Barrett.

Chuck Schumer (Sanctimonious Prick – NY) can eat shit.  Seriously, what an asshole.

With that said…

On To the Links!

James Clyburn (Asshole-SC) is a mendacious piece of shit.  Seriously, what an asshole.  (I seem to be saying that a lot lately.)

Betcha twenty bucks she was off banging some guy she has on the side.

RIP James Randi.  A good summary of the man from the article:

His message: Mind readers are frauds. Fortunetellers are frauds. Faith healers are frauds. Dowsers are frauds. Spoon benders are frauds. Mediums are large frauds. Astrology is baloney, as is psychokinesis, precognition, channeling, psychic surgery, astral projection and anything and everything else that asserts the ability to harness supernatural forces.

RIP Jerry Jeff Walker.

Baby tyrannosaurs.  Neat!

Pro-Trump rallies in the…  NYC Orthodox Jewish community?  Cuomo did this, make no mistake about it.

I wonder if Hollywood twit Chelsea Handler realizes what a racist comment this is.

NPR delenda est.

Career bureaucrats delenda est.

This Week’s Idiots:

The Nation’s Elie Mystal is an idiot.

Michael Steele is an idiot.

Tablet’s Carly Pildis is an idiot.

Slate’s William Saletan is an idiot.

Clinton creature Robert Reich is an idiot.

DaNang Dick Blumenthal is an idiot.

And so:

This song was originally done by a band called Nine Inch Nails, with whom I’m not overly familiar, but when Johnny Cash did a cover of it for his swan song, the songwriter, one Trent Reznor, reportedly said “it’s Johnny’s song now.”  You can see why, for yourselves.

Animal’s Daily Enthusiasm Gap News

Before we start, check out the latest in my Allamakee County Chronicles over at Glibertarians!

Here’s an interesting piece on the relative sizes of Trump and Biden rallies.  Excerpt:

If polls didn’t exist, who would you say was winning the election right now?

It’s a serious question. Would it be the guy who has massive rallies every day, many of them spontaneous, or the guy who stays in his basement every day, drawing scant crowds the rare times he comes up for air?

Joe Biden is up eight points in the RCP national average. This is no small thing. Yes, pollsters got it wrong in 2016, but they tend to correct for past mistakes. They have reputations to maintain.

But are they just biased? Conservative Twitter seems to think so. The “game,” many think, is to build a false narrative about Biden being way up and then correct the bias at the very end. That’s when pollsters get judged, you see, by the last poll. If they were way off a month before the election, who’s to say they were wrong? Public opinion changes.

But I have looked at the samples used by literally hundreds of polls, and I am not seeing any significant sampling bias. I’m not sure at all that’s going on, and if Republicans are counting on it, they shouldn’t.


Today, I went to a Trump rally. I wanted to see one up close for myself, and it was an eye-opening experience.

The rally had about three hundred cars. There were no prominent speakers or otherwise big draws. Just random people. There were truckers and bikers, and even a guy in a Bentley. Interestingly, more than fifty percent were women. I recognized a few that I knew, and was surprised they were on the Trump side of the fence. They told me they typically have to keep their views close to the vest. Cancel culture.

No one with any connection to the Trump campaign had anything to do with organizing the event, it was all word of mouth. This is a phenomenon being played out all across the country, and it’s one we’ve never witnessed in our political history.

The rally started in Greenwich, Connecticut, and traveled about twenty miles out I-95 and back. This is deep-blue Connecticut, by the way. No Trump yard signs anywhere. And yes, we got the finger a few times, but the overwhelming reaction from others was wildly supportive. Hundreds of cars honked in approval. Scores of people waved excitedly from overpasses or by intersections.

It was like someone had given them permission to publicly show their support for Trump without suffering some sort of backlash. There was palpable joy at seeing so much Trump support in a place like Connecticut.

This, True Believers, is why I’m having a really hard time buying the polling.  It’s easy to get a little discouraged at the polling, when you imagine Groper Joe (as a sock puppet for Round-Heels Harris, as everyone with active brain cells knows would be the case) in the Imperial Mansion.

But those rallies!

I watched a couple of Trump rallies over the weekend last.  The President clearly enjoys those rallies; he projects the Happy Warrior image like no political figure since Ronald Reagan.  And the crowds eat it up.  By contrast, the Democrat ticket’s events are just… tepid.

Groper Joe still shows a lead in the battleground states.  The polls failed badly in 2016, but surely the polling organizations have adjusted their models accordingly.

But those rallies!

Image from linked article.

The Democrats have counted on the black community’s votes for decades now.  But the President’s approval ratings in that community, especially among young black men, have been spiking.  Without the monolithic support of that community, the Dems have no shot, and I really think we’re seeing the beginnings of a preference cascade here.  The Dems claim to still have a lock, but they are beginning to sound like they are whistling past the graveyard.  They claim support from the aging “leaders of the black community.”

But those rallies!

In a week, we’ll know.

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Pirate’s Cove and Bacon Time for the Rule Five links, and to our pals over at The Daley Gator for the dual linkbacks!  If these blogs aren’t on your daily blogroll, they should be.  Also, I’m on Parler now, so click the button to the left to check out a censorship-free social media site.

Now then, a few thoughts on the final Presidential debate:

Both candidates had a few good moments, but in Groper Joe’s case, only a few.  The President had the most difficulty dealing with the Kung Flu issue, through no fault of his own, because it’s always easy to say “I would have done X instead of Y” when you have the benefit of hindsight.  My recommended response to that issue would have been along these lines:

“It’s always easy to play Monday-morning quarterback, Joe.  It’s always easy for you to stand there now, months later, and say ‘oh, I would have done things differently.’  But you weren’t there.  You weren’t the man on the spot, dealing not with what we know now but what we knew then, and knowing that your decisions would affect millions of American lives, not just with respect to their health but also to their jobs, their businesses, and their communities.  So, sure, go ahead and second-guess, but every word out of your mouth is just hot air, because you weren’t there.”

Points to the President, though, as he did hit Joe on his performance as point man on the H1N1 flu issue, which was a cluster-fuck.

On every other issue, though, the President was clearly and unambiguously on his game, in command of his facts, and dominated the discussion; he had Groper Joe on his back foot pretty much the whole time.  Possibly his best moment was when he looked over at Biden and said, “Joe, I ran because of you. I ran because of Barack Obama. Because you did a poor job. If I thought you did a good job, I would have never run.” His next best was on the immigration question:  “Who built the cages, Joe?  Who built the cages?”

Biden showed a distinct tendency to fall back on what were obviously rehearsed lines, and even stared into the middle distance as he recalled his rehearsed script.  And by the sixty-minute mark he was growing visibly tired and a little disoriented.  After, I point out, four days of rest and “preparation.”

President Trump, on the other hand, was much more disciplined than he was in the first debate, while maintaining a very high energy level.  He deferred to the moderator; he didn’t step too much over her or Biden.

By the end of the debate, Groper Joe was exhausted.  The President looked like he could have gone on all night.

The President’s worst foul-up:  Not hammering Biden harder on Hunter’s laptop.  If a fourth of the allegations coming out of that issue are true, it’s absolutely disqualifying.

Groper Joe’s worst foul-up:  Checking his watch, as George H. Bush did in the 1992 debate.  That was a bad sign; he knew he was losing and wanted to know when the whole thing would be over.

Conclusion:  The President won this one, easily.

Rule Five Barn Burner Friday

And now, the barn-burning, rabble-rouser I promised you.  So without further ado – here it is.  Enjoy.

Take a look at the signs waved by some of the protestors, rioters and arsonists plaguing our major cities today.  Take a look at some of their positions – anti-capitalist, anti-business, anti-freedom.

Now take a look at the protestors themselves.  Ask yourself how many of them actually do any productive work.

These people toil not, neither do they spin.  They are, by and large, parasites on the productive members of society that they demonize at every turn.  But there’s something they are missing, a key point that we, the productive, understand, that they do not.  And I say this to those parasites:

You need us.  We don’t need you.

We – you and I – not they, are the people who make this economy run.  We grow the food these parasites eat.  We make the clothing they wear.  We make the cell phones and tablets they use to plan their riots.  We write the code for the social networking sites on which they plan their riots.  And I say this to those parasites:

You need us.  We don’t need you.

You look down your noses at the people who feed you. 

People like my father, who raised Black Angus cattle, corn, and soybeans for much of his life.  The people who sell the seed and take the steers off to the packing plant.  The people who make fertilizer, who build the farm machinery in factories like the huge John Deere plant in Waterloo, Iowa.  You look down on the truckers who haul supplies to the farms and ranches and food to the distributors and stores.

And to that I say to you:  You need us.  We don’t need you.

You look down your noses at the people who transport you.

People like the thousands who work in the plants of Ford, GM, Chrysler, and the other various manufacturers all around the country.  The people who refine the gasoline and Diesel fuel that move the vehicles, the people who fix your car when it breaks down, the driver of the wrecker who comes out to help you because you lack the skills to do something as elementary as changing a tire – a skill I learned at about ten years of age.

And to that I say to you:  You need us.  We don’t need you.

You look down your noses at the people who clothe you.

Thousands more grow cotton, raise sheep, to make the cloth.  Workers all over the world make your “stylish” tattered blue jeans, maybe even some of those really expensive ones with fake ground-in dirt on them to make it look as though you’ve actually done a day’s work at some point in your lives.  Thousands more package the clothing, deliver it to stores, where retail clerks deal endlessly with difficult customers at little pay to provide you with the clothes you wear while lecturing the rest of us.

And to that I say to you:  You need us.  We don’t need you.

You look down your noses at the people who keep you warm.

I’m talking about the thousands that work on the Alaskan oil fields, in the shale formations in the Dakotas, and on drilling rigs in the Gulf of Mexico.  The people who build the pipelines, who move heavy equipment from site to site, who work in the refineries and who move heating oil and natural gas from those refineries to its final point of use – not to mention the scientists and engineers who design and build the equipment and discover new sources of valuable fuels.  You not only look down on these people but demonize them for their contributions to some nebulously defined ‘climate change,’ even as the United States is leading the world in reducing carbon emissions not because of climate worries but because of cleaner fuels and vastly increased efficiencies, brought to you by those workers, scientists and engineers.

And to that I say to you:  You need us.  We don’t need you.

You look down your noses at the people who make it possible for you to communicate.

From Silicon Valley to your local cell phone store, an entire industry is devoted to our modern, highly connected lifestyle.  People all around the world build the cellular phones you use and write the software that runs them.  Thousands more maintain the phone towers, the internet hubs, the connections, the wires, fiberoptic cables and wireless networks that transmit the data.  Their efforts make it possible to make your plans to riot and loot, to attack the very businesses, stores, and restaurants these productive people count on in their own productive lives. 

And the irony of you decrying capitalism while using this technology, unprecedented in human history, that could only be the product of a free market, capitalist system, is beyond description.

And to that I say to you:  You need us.  We don’t need you.

Worst of all, you look down at the people who keep you safe; the people you decry as racists, as bullies, as fascists; the police officers and other first responders, who you deride at every turn but are quick to call when an emergency affects you yourselves.

And to that I say to you:  You need us.  We don’t need you.

I’m going to presume for a moment that you of the parasite-protestor class, those with the Gender Studies degrees and trust funds, are actually capable of active thought.  To you, I say this:  I want all of you parasites to think, long and hard, about the implications of that statement:

You need us.

We don’t need you.

Animal’s Daily Urban Disintegration News

The news of San Francisco’s ongoing disintegration just keeps piling up.  Excerpt:

After months of seeing its shelves repeatedly cleaned out by brazen shoplifters, the Walgreens at Van Ness and Eddy in San Francisco is getting ready to close.

“The last day is Nov. 11,” Walgreens spokesman Phil Caruso said.

The drugstore, which serves many older people who live in the Opera Plaza area, is the seventh Walgreens to close in the city since 2019.

“All of us knew it was coming. Whenever we go in there, they always have problems with shoplifters, ” said longtime customer Sebastian Luke, who lives a block away and is a frequent customer who has been posting photos of the thefts for months. The other day, Luke photographed a man casually clearing a couple of shelves and placing the goods into a backpack.

“I feel sorry for the clerks, they are regularly being verbally assaulted,” Luke said. “The clerks say there is nothing they can do. They say Walgreens’ policy is to not get involved. They don’t want anyone getting injured or getting sued, so the guys just keep coming in and taking whatever they want.”

For security reasons, Walgreens declined to provide details on their security policies, but Caruso did say that “the safety of our team members and customers is our top concern.”

A recent trip to the store revealed aisle after aisle of empty or near-empty shelves. Beauty supplies appear to be a favored target.

Most of the remaining products were locked behind plastic theft guards, which have become increasingly common at drugstores in recent years.

But at Van Ness Avenue and Eddy Street, even the jugs of clothing detergent on display were looped with locked anti-theft cables.

When a clerk was asked where all the goods had gone, he said, “Go ask the people in the alleys, they have it all.”

Of course.  What you subsidize you get more of.  What you penalize – with overbearing taxes and regulation –  you get less of.

San Franciscans have nobody but themselves to blame for this.  This is a city that, a decade or so back, actually had an argument among their city council members as to whether or not cracking down on public urination and defecation was somehow “unfair” to their homeless population.  You can see for yourself the results of that discussion, as the city now hands out feces maps to tourists.

This is a city that has truly gone insane.  And, it’s vital to note, the Democratic Vice-Presidential candidate is a product of that city’s political machine, in which she got her political career started atop Willie Brown’s penis.

Want to see this madness writ large?  Like, on the national scale?

Go vote!

Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

In two weeks, we might know who will be President for the next four years.  Then again, we might not.

At this point I’m not sure what to think.  I see the polls, sure, but then, I saw them in 2016 too.  We were out elk hunting on Election Day 2016, having filed ballots in advance, and I went to bed that night pretty depressed at the idea of Her Imperial Majesty Hillary I, Dowager Empress of Chappaqua, actually sitting in the Imperial Mansion.  Next morning, I went out and started up Rojito, flipped on the satellite radio, and was flabbergasted; when loyal sidekick Rat opened the other door to climb in, I looked at him and said, “Holy shit, he actually pulled it off!”

I also see a huge enthusiasm gap.  President Trump is speaking to thunderous crowds of tens of thousands, while Groper Joe is speaking to tepid crowds of tens.  And, in a stunning admission of his campaign’s low energy levels, he has again called a “lid” – this time from Monday morning until after tomorrow’s debate.  Four whole days!

I hope the President can pull it off again.  If the Democrats once more gain control of the Congress and the Imperial Mansion, they clearly intend to rig it so they never have to give it up again.  They’ve said as much.

Go vote!

Now that I’m done venting about that…

On To the Links!

Don’t let the screen door hit your ass on the way out, “Boss.”


Axios demonstrates some rare self-awareness.

I found this interesting, partly because my father-in-law (as fine a man as ever lived) is an albino.  He makes the best Santa Claus.

Maybe don’t leave your guns in your car?  Just saying.

Adam Schiff once more proves he’s full of more shit than a Christmas goose.

The DNI on Hunter Biden’s laptop:  Whatever it is, it isn’t Russians.

War in space would be… complicated.

This is a surprising supporter for President Trump.

Another reason we’re leaving Colorado.

This Week’s Idiots:

Slate’s Dahlia Lithwick is an idiot.

The Guardian’s Arwa Mahdawi is an idiot.

Our blogger pals over at The Daley Gator point out some University of Wisconsin-LaCrosse idiots.  I grew up about forty miles from LaCrosse; in my day it wasn’t totally inhabited by pussies.

The NY Times’ Charles Blow is an idiot.

Lindsey Graham was recently accosted by idiots.

And So:

This week’s song comes from one of the best (and completely self-taught) female vocalists alive today, Mary Fahl. Mrs. Animal and I have seen Mary perform live twice, and she’s amazing; both times we had the opportunity to chat with her after the show, and she’s as warm, friendly and charming as she is talented.

This audio-only cut  comes to you from a live performance at the Mauch Chunk Opera House in New York; this is Be My Hero.  Enjoy.

Animal’s Daily Polling News

Be sure to catch the latest of my Allamakee County stories over at Glibertarians!

Now then: The Trafalgar Group is one of the few pollsters that got 2016 right; they are predicting a narrow Trump win in 2020.  Excerpt:

So how does he (Trafalgar pollster Robert) Culhaly see the 2020 race? Fundamentally, as a motivation race, rather than a persuasion race, with perhaps 1.5 percent, at most, of the electorate undecided in battleground states.

The likeliest Trump electoral path to victory involves winning the battlegrounds of North Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Arizona, and either Michigan or Pennsylvania among the former Blue Wall states (assuming he doesn’t lose states such as Iowa or Ohio).

This is Cahaly’s breakdown: He believes Trump will win North Carolina and Florida and discounts Biden’s chances in Georgia because the Republican-base vote is too big there (the same is true in Texas).

As for Arizona, “I think Trump has the lead,” Cahaly says. “I think [Republican senator Martha] McSally has some ground to make up. I see her about five points behind Trump, but I think Trump will probably win the state. And win it by a couple of points or more. And if he wins it big enough, McSally has a shot.”

Trump isn’t there yet in Pennsylvania, according to Cahaly. “Right now, we’ve got him down in Pennsylvania,” he says, “I think if it were held today, the undecided would break toward Trump and there’d be some hidden vote. He’d probably win Pennsylvania. But I’m going to give a caveat on only Pennsylvania. I believe Pennsylvania to be the No. 1 state that Trump could win and have stolen due to voter fraud.”

In Michigan, Trafalgar has Trump ahead. “I think he will win Michigan,” Cahaly says, citing fear of the Democratic economic agenda. 

Overall, Cahaly sees another Trump win. “If it all happened right now,” he maintains, “my best guess would be an Electoral College victory in the high to 270s, low 280s.”

We can hope.

The problem with polling is twofold:

  1. It’s a snapshot.  Polls capture what the respondents think today, and not necessarily what they will think when they fill out their ballot.  Given the fast-changing landscape of the 2020 election, that could be a big difference.
  2. People rely on polls for predictive capability (see 1. above) and predictions are notoriously hard to make, especially about the future.  And all too often (see 2016) the polls are badly wrong.

High 270s to low 280s, that’s a squeaker.  Let’s hope Trafalgar is getting this right, but the only poll that counts is the one on November 3rd.  And, as it is every time, turnout will be the key.

Go vote!

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Whores and Ale, Pirate’s Cove and Bacon Time for the Rule Five links!

I found this interesting; Salvaging Secession is a treatise on the history of, and future prospects for, secession in the United States.  Suffice it to say that the issue didn’t originate with the War Between the States, and it didn’t die with the end of that horrendous conflict.  Excerpt:

Would a President Biden or a President Trump order a federal invasion of a breakaway state? Dropping the 82nd Airborne into the Green Mountains to put down Vermont’s peaceable disunionists seems preposterous, though in other instances one can easily imagine the corporate media preparing the ground for a Biden-ordered assault.

If, say, a libertarian-tinged state of the Rocky Mountain West should seek to leave the Union, the rebels surely would be smeared as meth-manufacturing, child-abusing white supremacists. Or if Portland, Oregon, taking a cue from Fernando Wood, the Civil War–era mayor of New York City who proposed making Gotham a free and independent city-state, should declare an independent Portlandia, President Trump might well introduce those angry-faced white girls throwing Molotov cocktails and hissy fits to the M1 Abrams Tank.

Unlike in 1861, there is no sectional fault line along which the union could cleave. A likelier scenario is the fissioning of states, as mammoth entities such as California and New York, whose rural and small-city populations are powerless outlanders, fracture into more comprehensible units. Lose the Last Frontier and the Aloha State, gain Alta California and Upstate New York. You don’t even need to redesign the flag.

Note that author Bill Kaufmann just kind of assumes that in this scenario, Alaska and Hawaii (referred to as the “Cold War states”) either leave on their own or are cut loose to go their own way.  That’s not too unlikely; both states have significant independence movements within their borders.  Alaska could possibly go their own way, with great fisheries, plenty of oil and gas, a good shipping port at Anchorage and a surprising amount of excellent farmland in the Matanuska and Sustina valleys.  Were I in Hawaii, I’d be a little concerned about China; Pearl Harbor is too excellent a port to be left in the hands of a tiny island nation whose economy runs largely on tourism.  Maybe the U.S. would make an arrangement with the new island nation to continue hosting the Pacific Fleet at Pearl; who knows?

But what I find interesting is the idea of breaking some of the big states, like California, up into more easily-manageable and culturally cohesive units.  Having driven around the “State of Jefferson” region of northern California and spent some time gassing with the locals, I can tell you that would be a popular move with plenty of folks.

This kind of thing may be the best solution all around.

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