The anti-pageantry of President Trump (or, how to AMOG North Korea).

When President Trump finally visited this city in March, I was struck…astounded…at the low-key, silently masterful timbre of his visit. Absent were the dramatics and stage-show atmosphere of previous Obama visits in which the local news media, leftist sycophants that they are, went off the rails in anticipation with delighted announcements of inconvenient road closures and all other urban modes of disruption which they seemed to enjoy merely because the presence of King Obama was worth it.

When Trump came to L.A., there was minimal fanfare, and what little mention was made was uttered in a very subdued Presidential manner. The Presidential visit was not presented as a shallow spectacle, or celebrity diversion: it was a staid visit by the highest elected official in the country and it lacked all the juvenile antics that his predecessor came to symbolize every time he dropped in (which was miserably often).

Trump breezed through in the night and there were no cameras or flashbulbs or masses of adoring crowds standing at the roadside.

President Trump’s style is powerful, traditional, conservative and authoritative. He is not some cheap Hollywood attention whore tramping out his status to Hollywood’s (((shitbrokers))).

The Trump Presidency is mature, meticulous and long-term thinking. Pleasurable and cushiony headlines are deferred. These people hold their strategies and calculated machinations close to their chests and though they may be berated by the liberal press and MSM mouthpieces clogging this country’s airwaves, they continue to mysteriously perambulate through the minefield of domestic and international diplomacy with long-term goals in mind.

President Trump does not bare his heart to the yammering masses like some needy cuck boy (got that, Barack?). He is President and he doesn’t need to explain his projected route.

He is Alpha and in the old parlance of PUA jargon, he AMOG’d the Norks yesterday. There is an endgame and it isn’t nuclear war.

With Donald Trump, those who support him must take deep breaths and allow his nature to take its course. It’s easy to get impatient and rattled with every blip in the Trumpian path which eludes our immediate knowledge, but we must keep in mind that this is a long road and deviations are the plan, not the exception. Let the rest of the world lose its shit over the guy.

We are strong and resolute and President Trump does not waste his actions or energy.

Today’s @elonmusk Twitter tirade is downright Trumpian and leaves us with a modest proposal: let’s Watch the Watchers.

I don’t know what crawled up Elon Musk’s ass today, but I kinda like it!

Twitter is the venting tool of our time, a glimpse into the catharsis riddling our collective psyche for anyone who cares (which in the case of some public figures, is a lot). Besides, what is Twitter but a massive Cultural Attention Whoring tool?

Regardless, I’ll take Elon’s attention whoring over some teeny bopper’s air-headed misguidances any day.

It began just before noon today when Musk tweeted in response to an electrek piece which dared to assert that the media’s negative coverage of Tesla’s recent bad luck could prove to be entirely irrelevant. In fact, the company, despite the MSM’s Chicken Little screeching, might very well continue to prosper while proving to be a worthwhile investment in the foreseeable future.

 

 

Oh yeah. Now you’re talking.

This is a screen shot of Musk’s ensuing Tweets culminating in a modest proposal to create a website in which the watchers are…watched.

(In typical Twitter fashion, chronologically oldest Tweet at the bottom with most recent cascading to upwards).

 

 

A media credibility rating site.

Very intriguing, but the mechanics, as offered, sound dubious.  Essentially, according to Musk’s proposal, this credibility website would be driven by public voting as the signifier of “objective” credibility.  Um.  Dunno.

Tell me that such an online forum won’t become a politicized shitshow of competing agendas and grueling ideological sparring.  An online cacophony of bullshit and lies purporting to shine the light on media lies and bullshit.  Dizzyingly recursive, if you ask me.

Not so sure about it.  Maybe it’s time for Musk to go back to the drawing board.

 

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Netflix and the new Special Counsel announce a joint venture: Orange is the New Barack.

In case you had any question about the depths to which new media and Hollywood are intertwined with the Democratic-Liberal political American machine, today’s announcement of Netflix’s new production deal with Barack and Michelle Obama says it all. Hollywood ‘s steaming leftist entertainment machine is merely a publicity vehicle for the Democratic Party and all its tired liberal political tropes. The DNC has a stranglehold on media and pop culture, and Netflix, a resoundingly modern incarnation of the shores where today’s home entertainment has landed, shamelessly displays its agenda and seeks to use its burgeoning influence to infiltrate the cultural mind and turn the social landscape into a dreary dusty plain of mid-sized, featureless Liberalism.  Brought to you by Tinsel Town.

 

It’s official. Barack and Michelle Obama have signed their production deal with Netflix.

“President Barack Obama and Michelle Obama have entered into a multi-year agreement to produce films and series for Netflix, potentially including scripted series, unscripted series, docu-series, documentaries, and features,” Netflix announced via Twitter.

 

This  confirms the inevitable.

How long do you think we’ll be waiting before Netflix seals a similar agreement with an even mildly Conservative Republican family?

Rhetorical dead-end conjecture aside, perhaps the Obama’s should not rush into their new arrangement quite so confidently.

There is a reckoning dawning in Washington tomorrow. The long-awaited reckoning we have hoped for; or maybe not. It certainly is promising, and if it transpires as I wish and hope, the only television time Barack Obama will be enjoying will be the community fuzz box in the prison rec room.

 

A group of congressional Republicans plans to introduce a resolution Tuesday calling for the appointment of a second special counsel to investigate alleged misconduct at the FBI and Justice Department.

The resolution is backed by Rep. Mark Meadows, R-N.C., the chairman of the conservative House Freedom Caucus as well as two of the group’s co-founders — Rep. Jim Jordan, R-Ohio, and Rep. Ron DeSantis, R-Fla.

Fox News has learned the 12-page resolution will ask a second special counsel to probe matters related to three topics: The ending of the investigation into Hillary Clinton’s personal email server, the progress of the Trump-Russia investigation from its origins through the appointment of Robert Mueller as special counsel, and abuses of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA) during the warrant application process.

The resolution is expected to say that a second special counsel would have greater autonomy to investigate those issues than the Justice Department’s Office of the Inspector General. Last week, Inspector General Michael Horowitz told lawmakers that he had completed his draft report on the Clinton investigation and submitted it to the DOJ and the FBI.

 

I suppose the new Netflix agreement and the FISA investigation can be merged into a quasi-reality program in which the unscripted entertainment consists of a monotonous documentation of Barack’s day-to-day life behind bars.  Being that this is a Netflix production, perhaps it could be called…

 

 

The foundation of the SJW narrative is superstition and magic.

“I know I didn’t see it in the xxx report and you know, I’m always  checking it, I keep on top of my shit.”

 

Uh-huh, I noted to myself while finishing up the day in this stupid, impromptu meeting whose ostensible aim it was to discover why said item was not discovered until now.

 

 

I know this person’s work habits better than anyone in the company because I have the misfortune of sharing an office with her. I don’t fall prey to her mindless chatter and diffuse extroversion unlike most of the people in this department. I’m amazed at how undiscerning people can be, but ultimately, this is merely a reflection of the depths of human intellectual laziness and apathy.

In other words, people are largely ignorant and stupid, everywhere, not just xxx Inc. where I collect a paycheck.

Cretins like my officemate thrive on the collective stupidity of humanity for they parasitically flourish in such environs, amid streams of bullshit and hot air which they, themselves, are adept at manufacturing.

I know, for a fact, she is not on top of her shit.  Never. She reacts when her ass is in danger;  when the heat is on.  The rest of the time she plays on her personal phone, reads oddball celebrity and crime stories on the company computer, eats, and socializes incessantly throughout every nook and cranny of this building.  She has long surrendered capturing my attention or reciprocation since I cling to it selfishly and would never lend her the slightest bit of notice. I don’t humor her vapidity, which is her specialty, all she has to offer. We are not good officemates, to say the least.

She speaks loudly in tidal waves of misguided confidence, but this is all that is required, for most people in the company do not find it necessary or convenient to peer any deeper than that. In today’s corporate world, all interactions and business relationships are only skin deep, and those of us with the intellectual vigor to dig deeper see a whole realm of shit that is not apparent to managers, directors, supervisors, idiots.

My officemate elevates her shrill volume and speaks with wise assurance and everyone nods agreeably.  When she counters that she “is on top of her shit,” no one has the skeptical acuity to question such a claim.

I see.

I am nobody so my “say” is washed out by her quasi-confident din.

But I see.

Her patented default defense, analysis, for everything, is effectively, “it’s not working” in which it routinely refers to software or hardware which the analytical mind of normal intelligence understands and comprehends well enough to understand, elementally, that things work, but people largely don’t.

Human fallibility is abundant and if it ever appears a mechanical, non-human tool has not fulfilled its implied job, it is because the human(s) involved in garnering the tool for utility are not using their brains.

My officemate constantly defers to the superstitious implied failings of computers and their parts when it’s obvious (to me, the analytical, objective onlooker) that the failing is most likely of her own cognitively-challenged doing. There is nothing wrong with the tools but everything is wrong with her unstructured, random puny unfocused brain. Her deferral to “it’s not working” borders on the superstitious, as I noted. There is an air of magic and enigma each time she recites the “hmm, this is weird, [our software platform] didn’t capture this, something’s wrong with it” disclaimer. In place of facts and intelligent certitude, she clouds the issue with conjecture and magic, never accepting blame or misinterpretation on her part. She is a superstitious person; an SJW feminist-liberal type who paints everything in shades of gray and unaccountability and fights the cold hard immutability of logic and science.

She didn’t see it in the xxx report, but I guarantee you, despite the fact she is on top of her shit, that, 1) she ran the xxx report and forgot to properly define filters or parameters, 2) she failed to use available and powerful search functions, 3) failed to consider faulty input which might have placed the data somewhere else, 4) she’s a fucking retarded moron with a healthy dose of vacuousness, laziness and inability to concentrate.

The SJW/Liberal mentality is built upon a foundation of superstition.  It seeks to establish a vague, loosely defined paradigm of capricious bullseye shifting and subjective idealogical invention which skirts logical insight and natural law in order to sate emotive notions over intellect. Rather than placing trust in absolutes, the SJW superstition model places doubt in recursive undulations of self-doubt.

Anything can be questioned, and the more outlandish and “trailblazing” the doubt or contention, the more it questions tradition, the better.  SJW’s practice one-upmanship of self-crafted superstition.

My officemate, in doubting the integrity of elemental structure, displays the kernel of the SJW thought process’s genesis.

Superstition #1 is being on top of your shit.