Happy Dumpday everybody! Hope you’re all well and living the life you deserve (for better or worse). Me? I’m still holed up in the hidey hole at The Compound expecting the worst.

Friends, did you ever see the movie “The Candidate” (1972) …the one with Robert Redford? If you’ve not, I would highly recommend digging it out of YouTube and watching it. It was a great film that really didn’t receive the attention it deserved at the time.

After that movie there was a push in Utah for Redford to actually run for office. In an interview, he said that he wasn’t interested in politics because when you become a politician you lose your ability to tell the truth.

So, the takeaway is that all politicians are corrupt. Today’s post covers a couple examples of what happens when nobody is watching pols very closely.

First, there’s this whole brouhaha about AOC and someone on her team (specifically, her chief of staff) misusing campaign funds by funneling said $$$ toward corporations that he runs to the tune of more than $1,000,000.

Curiously, said chief of staff (we’ll call him MoneyBags McCash) hasn’t tried to hide anything. The alleged funneling was reported in campaign finance records and to the IRS.

So…this is either a supreme manipulation of campaign finance rules or uber-supreme stupidity on someone’s part (we’ll say MoneyBags). The problem with AOC is that it looks really bad for a pol who ran on absolute transparency in politics and labeled dark money (PACs) as “the enemy of democracy.”

It doesn’t help things that she (AOC) made a rather quixotic remark about the whole thing on Monday to the Washington Times saying, “He’s not on my payroll. They were not working for me and we are talking about two separate entities here.” She added that there is a difference between an LLC and a PAC.

Huh?

Even if she begins claiming she had nothing to do with the shifting of money around to various (nefarious?) corporations, it was money intended for her campaign which certainly should have been under her purview. As Mr. Robin has always said, if it happens on your watch it’s your responsibility.

This won’t end well.

Speaking of pols who operate on a level of uber-supreme stupidity, there’s always the Oklahoma Legislature and in the example cited below we’ll lump the executive branch of state government, Governor Kevin “Bull” Stitt, into the mix.
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So, our radical legislators (their motto translated from Lithuanian is “we know what’s best for you, trust us”) rushed a bill through that would make “constitutional carry” of firearms a birthright in Oklahoma, but only if the Governor signed it.

He did.

So, now, starting in November, if you don’t have a criminal record and are at least 21 years old, you can carry a weapon on your person without so much as a familiarization course, a safety course, or a concealed carry permit.

At first, I defended the action with a very pointed “what me worry?” sort of attitude. I figured if you were a crook, you won’t care whether a permit is required for you to run up and down the street robbing every convenience store on your way out of town. I guess I just didn’t think about the bigger picture.

Then it came to me.

If the morons in state government are going to open things up for “los eligibles” to carry a loaded weapon, then there’s a real good chance that everyone in this damned state is going to carry a loaded weapon.

Thousands, hundreds of thousands of well-intentioned John Waynes all “walking heavy.” The vast majority of whom will be unfamiliar with their weapon and/or basic gun safety.

Hmm…and then something comes across my newsfeed about some dummy (we’ll call him Clint Eastwood) in Indiana (they grow dummies there) who decided to take a walk one morning with a loaded (and with a chambered round) 9mm tucked into the waistband of his pants.

As he was walking, the weapon began to slip. So, Clint tried to rearrange things and somehow managed to fire off a round inside his pants. The round entered just above his penis and exited through his scrotum.

Just turn that all around in your head for a second.

And, here’s the best part. Because he didn’t have a permit for the weapon, the case has been referred to prosecutors…talk about insult heaped onto injury.

Please, if you’re one of the unwashed hordes here in Oklahoma who in the fall will go buy wifey a Christmas gift of a Glock Model 22 for “self-defense” for goodness sakes also get her a safety course taught by an actual firearms safety instructor.

The penis you save could be your own. This has been a pubic (sic) service announcement by CCB.

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Happy Hootsday everybody! Welcome to this issuance of the first posting of the CCB in several days. We’ve been without broadband or cell service here at The Compound since last week. Presume it’s because Fearless Leader had second thoughts about handing over the handshakes to his Twitter account to me, a mere blogger.

Honestly, I had no plans to do anything with it.  I didn’t want to be named among the lucky(?) indictees somewhere down the road.

You know, it’s tough living without broadband when your entire world revolves around television, internet, and phone service dependent upon either broadband or cellular.

Oh sure, I could have made the run into town along a road littered with discarded bolts fallen off some jackass’ truck (long story – secure your G-D load!) to the library and used their internet. But that’s difficult to do when you’re cowering inside the concrete hidey hole here at The Compound.

Yep, ever since the quote/unquote “important nuclear summit” came undone in Hanoi last week, we’ve gone to Double Secret Panic Alert (our highest Compound imminent danger status level).

I figure it’s only a matter of time before the lunatic in power (D.C. or Pyongyang, take your pick) does something really stupid and launches a missile or two. With The Compound being near the geographical center of the U.S., I figure we’ll catch some of the shrapnel and/or radiation dose.

Yep, I’m not leaving the hidey hole. We got broadband and cellular back last night so I’m set. Cousin Fred and Gigi are still holed up in Das Boot. So, it’s just me and Friend Lamont down here. The Wife took off for parts unknown muttering something about “paranoid freaks”.

Fearless Leader has been whining and trying to drop the blame on everyone but himself for the failure of the talks with his NoKo pal, Kim Jong Uno. And, in the big scheme of things perhaps I’m not being fair. Fearless Leader claims that the NoKo Supreme D**khead wanted too much in return for shutting down their nuclear warhead assembly line.

In truth, the allegedly truthful testimony of the lying bastard, Michael Cohen, last week probably had a lot to do with Trump calling it quits and flying back home.

I’m sure he was only partially listening to Kim while keeping an ear open for any new bombshell from Cohen about alleged misdeeds of Fearless Leader.

Oh, and Fearless Leader tried diversionary tactics like making a statement that his pal Kim knew nothing of the college kid who was tortured in a NoKo jail before being sent back to the U.S. where he died. Keep in mind that Kim kills his relatives for sport. This is a man who has people that catch houseflies for him so he can pull their wings off and watch them scurry around on the table.

When there was backlash about that, Fearless Leader pointed out that the kid was tried and jailed during Obama’s regime so it’s really his fault.

Damn, really?

No sooner did the talks break up than hackers in NoKo continued their efforts trying to hack into U.S. banks, utilities, and energy companies. Great. Hmmm…maybe it was the NoKos who shut down The Compound last week. Nah, it was Fearless Leader, he needed his Twitter account back.

And then, in last night’s newsfeed, I see a story about how Trump is now blaming Cohen for the breakdown in the talks. According to Fearless Leader, the timing of the hearings that coincided with the trip to Hanoi is highly suspect and is part of a larger Dem “collusion delusion”. 

Yeah, maybe. The only thing I know is that’s only a matter of time before the NoKos lob a nuke tipped missile this way. And then, Fearless Leader will feel compelled to launch his own which will, coincidentally, go very wrong and land here at The Compound. That’s why I’m in the hidey hole for now.

Stay safe, America…stay underground…it’s only going to get worse.
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