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Rule Five Dirty Rotten Bidens Friday

This was out last week over on American Spectator, but I don’t drop by there as often as I used to and missed it until last night.  It’s a good take on the corrupt Bidens.  Excerpts, with my comments, follow:

The other day I ran across the 1998 movie Dirty Rotten Scoundrels while flipping channels and watched it for the first time in years. It’s a lighthearted romp, as they say, about two canny con men played with wit and panache by Michael Caine and Steve Martin. Together, they accumulate riches by bilking dim heiresses in a fictional French Riviera town based on Saint-Tropez or Cannes. Watching the movie, I found myself thinking: hmm, whom does this remind me of? Then it hit me: of course! Who else? Joe and Hunter Biden. 

See this movie, by the way, if you haven’t already; it’s a hoot.  Caine and Martin were brilliant, as was the wonderful Glenn Headley, and the ending was one of the few movies that actually had a twist at the end that made my jaw drop.  But enough of that; back to the Bidens:

Because the Bidens’ crimes aren’t like something out of Scarface or The Godfather or, for that matter, All the President’s Men. Don’t get me wrong: they’re major crimes, far worse than anything Nixon and his cronies ever got up to. But to read accounts of those crimes is to be reminded not of a gangster movie but of farce. 

Farcical, indeed, but the Bidens have raked in millions from these farcical schemes.  They have gotten away with it, and will continue to get away with it, because in the eyes of the media and the equally-farcical agencies that comprise Imperial law enforcement these days, the Bidens have the ultimate Get Out Of Jail Free card – a “D” after their names.

No, unlike the Caine and Martin characters, the Bidens aren’t criminal geniuses. Even at the peak of his powers, Joe Biden was every dumb, oily, empty-suit politician on a sitcom. But he was a hell of a lucky guy, too. Even tiny little Delaware gets two senators, and all it took for him to be re-elected repeatedly from that peninsular speck was absolute fealty to the credit-card giants that basically own it. And Hunter? Hunter is the very apotheosis of the spoiled, useless princeling who can’t stop getting into preposterous scrapes. Of course he smoked Parmesan cheese. Of course he had a fling with his dead brother’s widow.  

Of course he laundered millions in bribe money for his father.  Imagine the reaction from the legacy media and the Imperial City establishment if we were discussing Donald Trump and one of his sons, here, instead.

Separately, father and son are cartoonish enough. But when you put them together, they’re, well, slapstick clowns out of a picture like Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. China, Barisma: these shameless pay-for-play operations beat everything else going for sheer brazen sleaziness. If the Democratic Party weren’t itself so crooked, and if the CIA and FBI and mainstream media weren’t so totally in the tank, these two would’ve been locked up long ago. Instead, the Big Guy’s in the White House and Sonny Boy, the con artist, is, suddenly, as of a month or so, the paint-and-canvas type of artist, too. And not just an artist but — surprise! — an instantly successful artist. If there were any justice in America, he’d be drawing on the walls of a cell in Leavenworth. Instead, he’s got a New York gallery that plans to sell his canvases for six or seven figures a pop. 

Read the whole article for a deeper look at Hunter Biden’s “art career.”  It will have you gritting your teeth, I promise you that.

I guess what really chaps my ass about all this is the sheer fucking blatancy of the whole thing.  Reams of Crackhead Hunter’s emails have been released to the public, documenting his grifting, his references to “10% for the Big Guy” (who can only be old Joe), his drug binges and his patronizing of hookers.  One has to wonder if somewhere in upstate New York, smashed on cheap box wine, Her Imperial Majesty Hillary I, Dowager Empress of Chappaqua, is shouting into a phone at old Bill: “We set up a foundation!  Are you kidding me?  We went to all that effort to cover our tracks, and now the Bidens are just walking away with it?  We didn’t have to do any of that shit!  Dammit!”

And really, that’s the only amusing bit about this whole thing.  Because, thanks to the example of Joe and Hunter Biden, it’s open season for bribery and graft in the Imperial City.  The doors have been thrown open, and as long as you have a “D” after your name – and that name isn’t Trump – everything will be hunky-dory.

Animal’s Daily Anti-Racist News

Before we start, be sure to check out my latest over at Glibertarians!  This week it’s something a little different.

Now then:  I got a few chuckles out of this piece by Matt Taibbi: Our Endless Dinner With Robin DiAngelo.  Excerpt:

Nice Racism, the booklike product just released by the “Vanilla Ice of Antiracism,” Robin DiAngelo, begins with an anecdote from the author’s past. She’s in college, gone out to a dinner party with her partner, where she discovers the other couple is, gasp, black. “I was excited and felt an immediate need to let them know I was not racist,” she explains, adding: “I proceeded to spend the evening telling them how racist my family was. I shared every racist joke, story, and comment I could remember my family ever making…”

Predictably, her behavior makes the couple uncomfortable, but, “I obliviously plowed ahead, ignoring their signals. I was having a great time regaling them with these anecdotes—the proverbial life of the party!” She goes on:

My progressive credentials were impeccable: I was a minority myself—a woman in a committed relationship with another woman…I knew how to talk about patriarchy and heterosexism. I was a cool white progressive, not an ignorant racist. Of course, what I was actually demonstrating was how completely oblivious I was.

No kidding. Instead of trying to amp down her racial anxiety out of basic decency, this author fed hers steroids and protein shakes, growing it to brontosaurus size before dressing it in neon diapers and parading it across America for years in a juggernaut of cringe that’s already secured a place as one of the great carnival grifts of all time. Nice Racism, the rare book that’s unreadable and morally disgusting but somehow also important, is the latest stop on the tour.

And this part actually made me laugh out loud:

Reading DiAngelo is like being strapped to an ice floe in a vast ocean while someone applies metronome hammer-strikes to the the same spot on your temporal bone over and over. You hear ideas repeated ten, twenty, a hundred times, losing track of which story is which. Are we at the workshop where Eva denies she’s a racist because she grew up in Germany, or the one where Bob and Sue deny they’re racist by claiming they think of themselves as individuals, or the one where the owning-class white woman erupts because no one will validate her claim that she’s not racist, because she’s from Canada?

Read the whole thing, of course.

It is perhaps belaboring the obvious to point out that Robin DiAngelo is a complete and utter cunte, utterly devoid of any self-awareness or knowledge of elementary social behavior.  She is, to put it bluntly, the kind of insufferable asshole whose behavior is so self-righteous and at the same time utterly vile so as to cause even her immediate family to avoid her.  If I was to use a scatological analogy – and I think I can – she is the biggest turd in the modern “race relations” punchbowl.

But the real value in Taibbi’s piece is the apt use of ridicule.  People like Robin DiAngelo deserve ridicule, all the time, every day and twice on Sunday.  It won’t shut her up; in fact, I suspect it will make her even more self-righteous and prolix.  Which is, of course, the intent.  The more this moron talks, the more ridiculous she looks.

This tactic should be applied to all such horse’s asses.  Maybe with enough ridicule, we can disengage some of these kinds of morons and get back to something resembling reasonable discourse.

Animal’s Daily Totally Not A Real Artist News

Before I start today’s rant:  Head over to see my latest over at Glibertarians!  This week it’s my pick for the top five American firearms.

Once again we can count on the British media to bring us the stories the U.S. legacy media deliberately ignores.  This time it’s Hunter Biden’s new career as an insanely-highly-paid artist.  As in “bribe conduit.”  Excerpt:

The White House helped broker the deal that would allow buyers of Hunter Biden’s paintings to remain confidential, despite widespread concerns it could lead to bribery and influence peddling, it was revealed on Thursday. 

The plan will allow Hunter Biden to forge ahead with his new career as an artist after a career change from a high-paid consultant on international deals, by also shielding him from the identities of those who purchase his pricey works.  

The deal came about after Biden administration staffers reached out to Hunter’s lawyers to forge a plan intended to ‘avoid’ ethics concerns and let the president’s son pursue his new career. 

But there are still questions over how the administration and his lawyers will stop individual buyers from reaching out to Hunter or someone revealing how much one of his paintings has been purchased for. 

The idea is avoid a situation where he knew who was buying his work so he might be in the position to do them a favor – although it still provides an opportunity for unidentified individuals to shovel large sums to the president’s son as he battles high living costs and legal fees. 

Read that last bit:  Even the Daily Mail isn’t mentioning the elephant in the room, which is that Hunter Biden is laundering bribe money to go to his father.  Or more likely, honestly, to Frau Doktor Professor Jill Biden, since the erstwhile POTUS is too busy drooling into a face-diaper to pay attention any more.

But here’s the real howler:

Neither Hunter nor the White House would know who the buyers are, in an effort to prevent special treatment.

Bull.  Fucking.  Shit.

Imagine if the crack-head son in question’s name was Trump instead of Biden.  The media would be on that like stink on shit, and the President would probably have been impeached a third time.  The reaction of the legacy media to this has been nothing short of shameful.

Now that that’s said – go to the linked article and look at some of Hunter Biden’s “art.”  A chimpanzee with a child’s watercolor set could do better.  The Old Man was a well-known Midwestern artist of some renown from the mid Sixties to the early Nineties, with his own space in the Iowa State Capitol where one of his paintings always hung.  I can only imagine what he would have had to say about this.

But hey!  No more mean tweets!

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

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

And now:  Oh, for the luvva Pete, this is ridiculous.  Now they’re coming after Dr. Seuss.  Excerpt:

Dr. Seuss, the beloved children’s author that has taught generations of Americans to love reading at very early ages, has suddenly come under fire for supposedly displaying “racial undertones” and “white supremacy.” A radical education group associated with the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC) issued a report that declares Dr. Seuss books display troubling signs of “Orientalism” and “anti-blackness.” Now at least one school district, with a board dominated by liberals, has instructed its libraries to remove Dr. Seuss books from its shelves.

The Daily Wire reports:

Learning for Justice — a left-wing educators group — is demanding that Dr. Seuss be canceled. A prominent Virginia school district has taken marching orders and ordered its schools to avoid “connecting Read Across America Day with Dr. Seuss.”

Loudoun County Public Schools, one of the nation’s most affluent school districts, announced that it will no longer recognize Dr. Seuss on his birthday. In an announcement obtained by The Daily Wire, the school district said that Dr. Suess’s children’s books contain “racial undertones” that are not suitable for “culturally responsive” learning.

Learning for Justice, formerly known as Teaching Tolerance, is the education arm of the SPLC. It issued a report critical of Dr. Seuss in advance of the national Learn to Read Day, which coincides every year with his birthday on March 2. The group has been at this effort for a while. In a 2019 article,Teaching Tolerance wrote:

Until recently, Read Across America Day was—in everything but title—National Dr. Seuss Day. It’s even celebrated on March 2, his birthday. If you’re like me, you remember teachers wearing the iconic Cat in the Hat top hat/tie combo. You might recall school librarians or administrators dressing up as Thing One and Thing Two or a school lunch when Green Eggs and Ham were served. This is America, and it’s probably not much of a stretch to guess that you probably have a favorite Dr. Seuss book (mine is probably Hop on Pop).

You may have noticed that Read Across America has looked a little different for the last few years. Rather than exclusively celebrate the works of Dr. Seuss, as it had done since 1998, in 2017 the NEA shifted its focus to “Celebrating a Nation of Diverse Readers.” They began prominently featuring titles focused on diverse American experiences.

Now this here is some stupid, stupid shit.

Consider the source, though:  The Southern Poverty Law Center, a notorious sack-o-crap whose members shriek “RACIST!” at any statement or output from anyone to the political left of Leon Trotsky.

What’s left when these people are done proscribing anything that might, at some point, ever, given offense to the most hypersensitive among us?  I think the safe and, indeed, prudent answer to that is “nothing.”

When I was in high school, a group of parents was going around trying to get signatures from parents on a petition to have The Grapes of Wrath removed from our school’s curriculum and the school library.  Why?  Because it used naughty words.  John Steinbeck, in the course of writing that book, actually spent time with displaced farmers working as transient labor in California in the 1930s and he represented their language as they actually spoke.

I was always pleased that when they came around to our place and stated their intentions and presented their petition, the Old Man politely and not in so many words, told them to go fuck themselves.

Accuracy and truth are apparently no proof against drawing the ire of the cancel-culture crowd.  As to where this ends, well, Ray Bradbury had an idea.

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(And by “China virus,” I mean, “Fuck off, slaver!”)

Animal’s Daily Speech Suppression News

Before we start, make sure to check out my latest over at Glibertarians – this time, a preview of something you might find interesting.

I’ve been dabbling around on Parler (pronounced par-lay, from the French, meaning “to speak.”)  You can in fact see my Parler works by following the link on the left, although I confess most of my activity is just reposts from here.  But now Apple and Google Play are deplatforming Parler; fortunately the url works just fine.  Excerpt:

Twitter banned President Trump on Friday and prominent conservatives like Mark Levin have been encouraging followers to move to Parler, an app dedicated to protecting free speech. Now, cancel culture has enlisted Apple and Google in its fight to eradicate the left’s opposition. 

The New York Times reported that Apple and Google have removed the social networking app Parler from the companies’ app stores, preventing countless conservatives from finding an alternative to Facebook and Twitter. 

On Saturday morning, Parler was listed as the No. 1 iPhone app as millions of the president’s followers search for a friendlier alternative to Twitter and Facebook. Despite Parler’s popularity on the app store, Apple said it banned the app on Saturday. 

“We have always supported diverse points of view being represented on the App Store, but there is no place on our platform for threats of violence and illegal activity,” Apple said in a statement. “Parler has not taken adequate measures to address the proliferation of these threats to people’s safety.”

Parler CEO John Matze responded to Apple’s decision.

“Apple, a monopoly, provides no alternatives to installing apps on your phone other than their store … big tech tyrants coordinate moves and work together to stifle competition in the marketplace,” Matze wrote in a statement.

This kind of deplatforming has nothing to do with “threats of violence and illegal activity.”  If it was, Twitter would have long ago banned AntiProfa and BLM activists.  This is speech suppression, pure and simple, and both Apple and Google wield enough power to make their suppression effective.

Honestly, I’m underwhelmed with Parler, which is why my contributions are limited to reposting.  The noise-to-signal ratio isn’t really any better than Twitter – in other words, awful – and I hate the text-limited, bumper-stick format.  When I feel strongly about a topic, I tend to go on at some length, and that platform doesn’t allow me to do so.

But here’s the thing:  All of this started with the moves to silence President Trump, and is now moving on to silence anyone with views to the right of center.  These aren’t the actions of people who are convinced of the rightness of their views.  These are the actions of people who are afraid.  They are afraid to let contrary ideas spread.  Why, do you suppose?

Maybe they understand that silencing people who are already angry is not the way to peace and reconciliation.

Animal’s Daily Alternative Medicine News

Before we start, check out my latest over at Glibertarians; this week we take a look at the Gold Standard of over/under shotguns, the Browning Superposed.

Now then:  I stumbled across this recently, an interesting piece on people taken in by the various types of “alternative medicine” woo that is offered to the rubes, but I think the author misses one crucial point.  Excerpt:

The alternative medicine industry is enormous and growing. In 2019, it generated an estimated global revenue of approximately 69 billion USD. According to the last broad survey conducted by the US National Center for Complementary and Integrative Health (NCCIH), from 2012, “natural products” are the most popular form of alternative medicine in America, a survey category comprised largely of supplements such as herbs, vitamins, and probiotics. 17.7 percent of survey respondents used natural products. Mind-body practices were next in popularity, including deep breathing (10.9 percent), yoga/tai chi/qi gong (10.1 percent), chiropractic or osteopathic manipulation (8.4 percent), meditation (8.0 percent), and so forth.

And who primarily is taking all this ginseng and doing all this meditation? Overwhelmingly it is women. A secondary analysis of the data collected in the 2012 NCCIH survey indicated that women were about three times more likely than men to use alternative medicine. Compared to people who do not use alternative medicine, users were more likely to be “female, reside in the Midwestern or Western USA, be non-Hispanic White, have a bachelor degree or higher, have higher personal earnings, be married or living with a partner, and have greater family spending on medical care.” This general profile was consistent across the literature. For example, a 2018 study researching links among alternative medicine-use, conventional cancer treatment refusal, and overall survival, noted that users were more likely to be female, of higher socioeconomic status, and better educated. In addition, they were more likely to be younger and to have private health insurance.

In other words, these were women with options: largely white, middle-class women. Unlike many women in developing countries who do not have access to science-based medicine, and are forced to rely on low-tech natural options (and suffer the health consequences), the women who use alternative medicine in the West do not need to, they choose to. Is this necessarily a bad thing? The answer is Sometimes.

(Gwyneth, are you listening?)

Here’s the onion:

The story of Kate Callaghan, a New Zealand-based nutritionist, also illustrates the limits of “empowerment” as a helpful concept when it comes to terminal illness. Callaghan was yet another attractive, powerful, intelligent A-type woman (what I was beginning to recognize as a recurring breast cancer type) who had the misfortune of being diagnosed with Stage IV breast cancer. She died in June of this year, at 36 years old, just seven months after her diagnosis.

Callaghan seemed to be the last person one would expect to get cancer. She branded herself “the Holistic Nutritionist,” and was also a personal trainer and lifestyle coach, “specialising in hormone healing.” She cohosted a podcast and had written a book on the topic, becoming interested in it after successfully overcoming her own hormone-based amenorrhea and infertility. Her online presence, including her Instagram account, is liberally sprinkled with the jargon of the 21st century alternative medicine industry, using words like “wellness,” “empowerment,” “holistic,” and “detoxification.” After going through her social media, and listening to some of her podcasts, I was struck by the fact that here was yet another instance of a younger woman with terminal breast cancer who seemingly believed she could cure herself through a masochistic “health and wellness” routine.

The common thread here seems to be that these people – these women, to be honest, and it seems like women are, for whatever reason, more easily taken in by this horseshit – are already involved in various “wellness” and other kinds of New-Agey horseshit.

(Gwyneth, are you listening?)

It would be interesting, maybe revealing, to see the political inclinations of the women named in this article; to me, with my own biases and experiences, it seems intuitive that if one believes in things like income and wealth being “distributed” rather than created and earned, or that a society can tax and spend its way to prosperity, or that Western civilization today is a hotbed of “systemic racism,” well, then, shit, you’ll believe almost anything.

But the main takeaway from this piece is a sad one.  The people profiled aren’t morons, they are possessed of functioning brains, and yet they are taken in by pure horseshit and it is, in many cases, literally killing them.  And that’s just too bad, no matter what their political inclinations.

(Gwyneth, are you listening?)

Animal’s Daily Nutbaggery Continues News

It’s not enough that a number of our major cities have been effectively taken over by Marxist revolutionaries.  It’s not enough that the ever-more-entitled political class flouts the rules they put in place for the rest of us.  Oh, no, there’s more; one of our most populous states is tasting the fruits of leftist governance, and in response bending over and proclaiming “Thank you sir, may I have another?”  By way of an example, yesterday ever-more-loony Mayor of Los Angeles tweeted out this little gem:

What the actual fuck, California.

Oh, but it gets better!  California has long had an option for plenty of “green,” clean, cheap abundant energy in the form of nuclear power.  But in 2018, that state voted to close their last nuclear power plant at Diablo Canyon, thus condemning the people of California to, well, shutting off their major appliances at 3PM.

There’s an old joke that applies here:

Q:  What did socialists use for light before candles?

A:  Electricity!

Now, I’m pretty confident that the LA Mayor’s energy footprint is well above the average for denizens of the once and former City of Angels.  I’m damn well positive Governor Newsome’s is.  But hey, we can’t expect the elite to live under the restrictions they place on us poor schlubs, right?  Just ask Nancy Pelosi’s stylist.  Or Al Gore.  Meanwhile, the people of California are finding out what it’s like to live under the thumb of a state government that is, at best, incompetent and at worst, malignant.

When I first read some of Ayn Rand’s work back in the early Eighties, I found a fair amount of the underlying philosophy interesting, but I never thought I’d live to see Atlas Shrugged becoming as prescient as it seems to be now.


Animal’s Daily Flaming Hypocrite News

Thanks to everyone, by the way, for the advice and commiseration on my comments about back pain yesterday.  This morning things are greatly improved and I’m sure I’ll be back to normal in time to hit the trail looking for mountain grouse on Saturday.  Thanks again!

Now then:  Queen Nancy:  Rules for thee, but not for me!  Seriously, how egregious can it get?  Excerpt:

Nancy Pelosi got a blowout at a San Francisco salon closed under COVID rules since March and was filmed inside the store without a mask, footage released Tuesday shows. 

In the clip taken at eSalon in the city Monday afternoon and obtained by Fox News the Democrat is seen with wet hair and her mask around her neck rather than on her face, as she is followed closely behind by a stylist, who is in a face covering. 

Salons in San Francisco have been closed since March and were only told they could reopen Tuesday; they can still only offer outside styling. In June Pelosi said a federal mandate on mask wearing was ‘long overdue’. 

Pelosi’s spokesperson told Fox News: ‘This business offered for the Speaker to come in on Monday and told her they were allowed by the city to have one customer at a time in the business. The Speaker complied with the rules as presented to her by this establishment.’ 

Conservatives pounced, casting Pelosi as a hypocrite. White House Press Secretary Kayleigh McEnany tweeted: ‘Do as I say, not as I do.’

‘Speaker Pelosi has pushed policies that would keep our economy closed and our small businesses shut down. But for herself?’ Senate Republicans tweeted. ‘A salon visit whenever she pleases.’

Queen Nancy has shown, repeatedly, that when it comes to optics she’s pretty brain-dead.  Her recent posing in front of her massive luxury ice-cream freezer in the midst of small businesses crashing and burning due to Kung Flu shutdowns, for example.  This episode is just one of the most recent.  And, to be fair, she’s not the only pol engaging in this kind of crap; remember when Bill Clinton shut down an entire airport for a couple of hours so he could get a haircut?

Too many pols think that with great power comes great privilege.  Queen Nancy is one of the worst, true, but she’s certainly not the only one.  “But Animal,” you may ask, “what’s the solution to this kind of egregious hypocrisy?”

Well, term limits might be one solution; it would take a Constitutional amendment, but it would reduce the empire-building that allows Congress-critters to amass such influence that they think they can disregard the rules they want to apply to the rest of us.

The other, of course, is to somehow go back and restrict Congress and the rest of the Imperial government to the limits supposedly imposed on them by the Constitution, which prohibits them from imposing many of the rules, regulations and restrictions that we currently suffer under.

But, honestly, we’re way past the point where either of those is going to happen.  We still have the ballot box, but again, honestly, look at San Francisco; Queen Nancy can  hold that seat as long as she wants it.

Hey, though, there’s another answer, and you’re reading an example of it.  While the legacy media seems to ignore these kinds of things, the plethora of alternative media and the blogosphere sure doesn’t.  The information is out there for those willing to look for it.

Rule Five Flaming Hypocrite Friday

Now we find out that loony Californey Governor Gavin Newsom was not only given a $3.7 million mansion, he also took out a tax-free $2.7 million mortgage payout on the property he was given.  And that’s not the end of the Governor’s disgusting hypocrisy.  Excerpt:

  • Gavin Newsom’s $3.7 million, 12,000 square foot mansion, on 8+ acres along the American River in Sacramento, was the area’s most expensive home sale in 2018
  • The gated estate consists of a 6 bedroom/10 bath home, a guest house, a pool, a tennis court, and a wine cave
  • An LLC registered to Newsom’s cousin, long-time business partner, and Co-President of PlumpJack, Jeremy Scherer, paid cash for the estate in December 2018
  • Newsom’s spox, though, claimed in Jan 2019 that it was Newsom who’d paid cash for the home – puzzling, since Newsom still carried a $3.2 million mortgage on his prior home
  • In Oct 2019 the LLC gifted the home to the Newsoms free and clear, claiming Newsom was a member of the LLC to avoid a $4,000 Transfer Tax
  • In January 2020 the Newsoms received $2.7 million tax-free when they obtained a cash-out refinance
  • Newsom’s financial disclosure forms don’t mention the LLC or the gifts, which far exceed the $500 limit
  • In 2003, Newsom was cited for failing to disclose $11 million in real estate and business loans

One thing that’s become extraordinarily clear to Californians in 2020 is that there’s one set of rules for Gov. Gavin Newsom, and there’s another set of rules for the rest of us. He preaches that we’re all in this together and that we have to sacrifice to “meet this moment,” yet he’s not missing a paycheck.

As California businesses struggle, he sends a $1 billion contract for masks to a Chinese company. When he shut down wineries throughout 80 percent of California, he kept his open.

While the dream of owning a home is increasingly out of reach for California’s families, it appears that Newsom received a $3.7 million estate from an LLC owned by his cousin then, a few months later took out a $2.695 million (tax-free) cash-out mortgage on it — and didn’t report the gift on any of his financial disclosure forms.

Yes, it’s clear that Gavin Newsom doesn’t live by the same rules the rest of us do. It’s good to be king.




In any sane universe, Newsom would be impeached, removed from office, and facing criminal charges.  But not now, not this Governor, not in California; he will certainly get away with this, and will probably be re-elected into the bargain, because in California, as we continually see confirmed, some animals are more equal than others, and “progressive” Democrat governors are obviously the most equal of them all.

The article linked here concludes:

If the $3.7 million used to purchase the home came from another source — donors, friends, or whomever — then Gavin and Jennifer Newsom were “gifted” the home, received $2,695,000 cash tax-free, and retain title to the home, that looks a lot like money laundering and/or concealing donations or improper gifts. Since it’s on record that he failed to report two “loans” Gordon Getty gave him, totaling $2.1 million, to purchase luxury real estate in the early 2000s, it’s not exactly against type for him to take money from benefactors then “mistakenly” omit that funding from financial disclosure records.

The more one examines all of the circumstances around Newsom’s Fair Oaks estate, the more questions arise. Gavin Newsom needs to provide real answers, not the kind he’s given in the past.

But we all know he won’t.  Nobody in the legacy media will ask any uncomfortable questions about this; nobody in the legacy media will write a single syllable about it.  Newsom has the one item of sure-fire armor against having any of these shenanigans investigated:

A “D” after his name.

Congratulations, California.  You’re getting the government you want, good and hard.