Snarky commentator regarding Leftist lunacy. Pronouns: Eat/My/Shorts. Published in The Federalist. Substack. jcbourque.substack.com
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There's No Point In Arguing With Democrats About Trump Original
Consuming biased media distorts what Democrats believe drives and informs conservatives. This effect does not go in the other direction. Everything we know about Democrats spews, ceaselessly, from their lips and major media. Everything they think they know about us comes from media propaganda, out-of-context video clips, and other loony bins who don’t speak for the right.
Congress Passes Ban On Discrimination Against Americans With No Abilities
The Americans With No Abilities Act is being hailed as a major advance by advocates of the millions of Americans who lack any marketable skills or ambition.
Congress Bans Discriminating Against Americans With No Abilities
Image CreditAFGE / Flickr / CC by 2.0, cropped WASHINGTON, D.C. — Congress has passed sweeping legislation to provide new benefits for many Americans. The Americans With No Abilities Act (AWNAA) is being hailed as a major advance by advocates of the millions of Americans who lack any marketable skills or ambition. “Roughly 50 percent of Americans do not possess the competence and drive necessary to carve out a meaningful role for themselves in society,” said Rep.
13 Reasons Most People Will Never Go Vegan Original
Vegans are going to face a dilemma when their “no animal products” policy clashes with the left’s new “No Meat; Eat Bugs” demand. The vegan way of life eschews using any kind of animal product.
Today’s Children Are Denied The Joy Of Not Knowing Anything About Sex
Today's Children Are Denied The Joy Of Not Knowing Anything About Sex
Today's Children Are Denied The Joy Of Not Knowing About Sex
When I was a kid, one of my prized possessions was a red Schwinn Sting-Ray bicycle. Schwinn introduced the Sting-Ray in 1963 and I got mine in ’64. My friends and I would build a jumping ramp in the alley in the middle of our block. About half of the alley was paved, and the rest was gravel mixed with small pieces of broken glass, worn benign over the years by tires. For some reason, we preferred this part of the alley for our ramp.
To Prove You’re Inclusive, Download The Trans Sans Font Today
Much typography currently in use, like so many things in our world, was designed by white, sexist, misogynist, racist, European, toxic males. These male chauvinist pigs brutally pushed aside any female, LGBTQIA2++etc., BIPOC, or LatinX would-be font designers— and we know many marginalized persons were clamoring for typographic fame in the 16th century— to maintain the iron grip of white Europeans in the world of typography, to the detriment of everyone else.
Flyover Folks Sideline COVID Bureaucrats To Enjoy Classic Car Show
I recently met a gentleman, a classic car enthusiast, who has organized two car shows per year for well over a decade. This occurred, as one would expect, because I needed to have a doorknob re-plated. Just check out this beauty! This glorious example of American, mid-century, postwar exuberance has graced my home’s front door since 1956. It is an example of the manufacturing workmanship of the time — solidly cast and polished, overbuilt to last.
Flyover Folks Sideline Coronavirus Bureaucrats To Enjoy Classic Car Show
The classic car show was noisy, random, and unsupervised by busybodies - the perfect opportunity to flip a giant community middle finger to liberal scolds and meddling bureaucrats everywhere.
A Hurricane Taught My Neighborhood How Not To Waste A Good Crisis
It’s August 24, 1992. My family and I are huddled in the bathtub in the middle of the night, watching the bathroom door racking in its frame as the whole house twists and bends in response to the 165 m.p.h. winds outside. Our neighborhood is getting the worst Hurricane Andrew can throw at us. We are in the north eye wall of the storm, where the winds are strongest and we get no relief since the eye is south of us.
What I Saw When I Attended A Donald Trump Rally In Colorado Springs
Following GPS directions, our Lyft driver turned into the parking lot at the Broadmoor World Arena in Colorado Springs, where we ran smack into a Secret Service blockade. A friendly, heavily armed agent greeted us. It turns out the taxi stand was cordoned off because President Donald Trump would be entering the stadium at that location. After shuffling through the bus staging area, we were dropped off at public parking. Police and Secret Service agents were everywhere.
The Hardware Store Proves We'll Never Erase The Sexes From Language
You see, I needed a self-centering hole locator to finish a rim joist on the deck we were building, and a pipe nipple, ballcock, and pipe dope for some plumbing repairs. I also needed to buttress a groin vault. “I think my gender changer is lost in the mail.” My wife looked at me with a face I had never seen in our 19 years together.
What Happened When I Tested Whether Speech Crimes Equal Violence
The insidious disease of Political Correctness has been metastasizing at an increasing rate lately, and I’m starting to suffer a repetitive-stress neck injury from repeatedly shaking my head in disbelief. PC may have started with good intentions (I’m giving them wide benefit of doubt here). But, like most good intentions, it quickly turned into a pernicious evil.
Why Eating Rice Is The No. 1 Cultural Appropriation Guilt Trip
If you are, like me, a Right Thinking Person, you recognize that everything is political. (I’m also on the Right Side of History, but only as compared to the Left Side of History.) This means that every action, thought, impulse, hankering, whim, or tendency has ramifications distributed somewhere along the oppressor/victim axis, and no matter what you do—or don’t—someone, somewhere, is going to be offended.
10 Reasons My Cat Deserves To Win The Intersectional Victim Olympics
One’s Victim Score can be used to demand special dispensations from society or state-enforced obedience by non-woke citizens to inane rituals. For those who have been in a medically induced coma or solitary confinement for the past decade, intersectionality is a victimhood sweepstakes wherein various victim groups are identified or created from scratch, after which individuals assign themselves to as many as possible.
It May Be Cold Outside, But It’s Sure Hot In Here
I was just starting to read when the first words of that disgusting celebration of date rape seared my sensibilities: ‘I really can't stay (but baby, it's cold outside).’ I was deep into a review copy of the forthcoming book “How to Ruin Everything: The Ultimate Guide to Political Correctness, Virtue Signaling and Victimization,” when The Song came up on my Amazon Echo.
The Internet Thinks I'm A Girl, And Even Though I’m Not It’s Pretty Exciting
The Internet thinks I’m a girl. A grown woman, actually—a five-foot-eleven size 4, as far as I can tell. I gratuitously used the term “girl” to see if I could irritate any Virginia Slims®-era feminists who might still be with us. They used to get quite riled up about the term (“We’re NOT girls— we’re WOMEN!”). The evidence that the web thinks I’m female is the advertisements. They’re completely inappropriate to my online behavior.
The Left Is Lying To Itself. They Loved Trump’s Inauguration
Despite the paroxysms of wailing, the gnashing of teeth, the marching on the National Mall, and the smashing of windows, Inauguration Day was a great day for the Left. Now, they have their new Nixon. Facebook feeds are swollen with images of happy, smiling protesters. “Look! The kids at their first political rally!” “The family that protests together stays together!” Countless selfies show beaming faces with this or that government building in the background.
A Suicidal Libertarian's 10 Questions To Ask Before You Vote
If we’re looking for the best worst-case scenario, simply voting against one of the candidates may not deliver that outcome. We need a more-scientific method of choosing our executioner. My voting life began with the 1972 race between Richard Nixon and George McGovern. At the time, as an 18-year-old faux-radical longhair, the choice was clear: vote for McGovern, if you bothered to rise from your pot-haze patate de sofa position and go to the polls. Which I didn’t.
Why All The Hippies Morphed Into Campus Fascists
I recall a photograph, taken in the late 1960s or early ’70s, during some sort of protest (it could have been anywhere, about pretty much anything, given the high level of unrest). A rank of soldiers stood in full combat gear, rifle barrels pointed straight up in front of their faces. They were at attention, with firm expressions, eyes forward. A slim, beautiful hippie chick faced one of the soldiers and was sliding the stem of a daisy down the barrel of his gun.
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