Sunday, November 18, 2018

This Guy Is Nuttier Than Rat Crap In A Pistachio Factory

Once upon a time the inhabitants of a community were perfectly satisfied to know which member among them was generally understood to be the village idiot. Nowadays the community feels a need to validate that idiot by electing them to Congress.

Alas, five years ago the voters in California’s 15th Congressional District (the 11th wealthiest district in the country) elected a little maggot to represent them.

I refer to Rep. Eric Swalwell, a 38-year-old combative little ignoramus. 

Nobel Prize winner for literature, George Bernard Shaw once said, “He knows nothing and he thinks he knows everything.  That points clearly to a political career.”

Shaw would certainly know since he wrote “What Socialism Is” in 1890 for the Socialist Fabian Society.

Swalwell’s not crazy because he loathes President Trump.  He’s crazy because he took to Twitter to opine about gun control in a manner that went far afield from the Democrat talking points we’ve become accustomed to hearing.

The Op-Ed piece he wrote for USA Today entitled “Ban assault weapons, buy them back, go after resisters: Ex-prosecutor in Congress” turned into an epic Twitter shitstorm.
Realizing he’d poked a hornet’s nest, Swalwell then tweeted: 
When news reports emerged that U.S. District Court Judge Timothy Kelly granted CNN’s request for a temporary restraining order and preliminary injunction restoring Jim Acosta’s White House hard pass, Swalwell pounced; his little fingers dizzily tweeting: 
Our village idiot didn’t read the full report which clearly said, “[Kelly] did not rule on CNN’s claim that the revocation of the journalist’s pass violated his rights under the First Amendment.”  CNN lawyers told the network more hearings were “likely to take place on the matter in the coming weeks.”

Don’t try to explain things to stupid people.  That’s a job for a jackass whisperer.

UPDATE:  Welcome readers of Bad Blue Uncensored News.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Please scribble on my walls otherwise how will I know what you think, but please don’t try spamming me or you’ll earn a quick trip to the spam filter where you will remain—cold, frightened and all alone.