One of my pet peeves has always been liars.  My Grandma, a tough old lady with a will of iron, who raised six kids on a 50-acre farm during the Depression and had two sons that fought in World War 2, always said that ‘being honest is like being pregnant, you either are or you aren’t.’  Grandma was honest, sometimes embarrassingly so.

But increasingly these days folks don’t see things that way.  Integrity is an unknown concept to plenty in the political and journalistic ‘professions’ (and I mean ‘profession’ as in ‘world’s oldest’) and these folks spew out whatever helps The Side.

I’ve detailed a couple of examples over the last few years.  One was sack-o-crap Gersh Kuntzman of the New York Daily News, lying about having fired an AR-15.  Another was sack-o-crap Christine Lavin of the San Francisco Chronicle, lying about owning a Glock.  More recently we had a number of ‘journalists’ blatantly lying about the Border Patrol’s treatment of illegal border-crossers.

Now, this week, we have VP Heels-Up Harris putting on a sham of a video where she purports to talk with kids to get them interested in space exploration.  Excerpt:

Vice President Kamala Harris’s widely-mocked video encouraging children to “get curious” about space featured child actors.

The YouTube series called “Get Curious with Vice President Harris,” was filmed this summer and released Oct. 7 for World Space Week. In the video, Harris, who’s chair of the National Space Council, shares her excitement with the children about space. NASA astronaut Shane Kimbrough also makes an appearance from the International Space Station to lead the children on a remote scavenger hunt to find everything needed to build a telescope.

In one scene, Harris tells the children that they are “going to learn so much,” adding that they will “literally see the craters on the moon with your own eyes. With your own eyes. I’m telling you.”

The kid actors appear to be genuinely excited, and Harris seems to be revealing something to them that they don’t already know. The kids are relentlessly ebullient throughout the video.

Bernardino, a Carmel, California teen who was one of five child actors in the video, told KSBW TV that he submitted a monologue and was interviewed for a role in the series.

“And then after that, like a week later, my agent called me, and he’s like, ‘Hey Trevor, you booked it,’” Bernardino told the outlet.

But here’s the best bit:

Tim Murtaugh, former communications director for Trump’s re-election campaign, pointed out the best part of the project is that it was produced by a Canadian entertaining company called Sinking Ship. 

I swear, you can’t make this shit up.

First of all, there’s nothing anyone can do to make this cackling hag likeable.  She’s abrasive, grating and utterly incompetent, her main purpose seeming to be 25th Amendment insurance for whoever is pulling President Biden’s strings.

But it’s the lies that get me.  Granted the video doesn’t outright claim that these are just ordinary kids off the streets, but hiring actors?  To try to make her seem… somehow slightly less horrible?  That’s dissembling, no matter how you slice it.

These people will lie when there’s nothing to gain by it.  They’ll lie when the truth could literally save them.  They’ll lie to line their pockets, they’ll lie to save their phony-baloney jobs.

President Trump could be boorish at times, and he had a tendency to fly off the handle.  But in general, he said what he really thought, sometimes with alarming directness.  And that, I think, is why the establishment reacted to his election with such alarm – people whose entire success depends on lying are in real trouble when someone comes in and proclaims that the Emperor is naked.

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.