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The NYT Signed Signed Its Suicide Note Through Its Latest Kavanaugh Debacle

Free speech is the cornerstone of civilization.I’m as ardent as anyone can be in preserving and maintaining an absolutely unfettered freedom of the press, expression and thought. Free from government licensure, regulation, restriction and the prohibition and proscription in its exercise. The First Amendment stands for such; why do you think it’s the first? And with the Internet and social media under attack from within, primarily internecine platform censor grabs, I’m even more acutely aware of the necessity of unlimited speech and expression and thought. I want to hear and read and see everything that I care to and look away or turn off that which I’m not interested in experiencing. That simple. But it’s my choice.

This topic means a lot to me professionally.I remember being in the front lines of terrestrial talk radio when it meant something and when it was edgy and dangerous and relevant. Yes, I was there. Front and center when talk was illustrious and luxurious and fin and just great. When a nascent Rush Limbaugh could be Rush Limbaugh. When he and it mattered. And what fueled such was freedom to speak and freedom to offend. I remember when we were faced with the horrors of a revamped Fairness Doctrine which was anything but fair. Why? To counter Rush and his spate of Rush wannabes that he inspired and hatched. Everything was conservative talk, so much so it made me sick. But it was fresh and fun. Liberal and progressive talk was left to the mealy-mouthed dorks and drops of NPR, who are still there by the by. But the blowback was a sign we were important and that it mattered. Remember, you only take flak when you’re over the target. I remember when there was something called shock jocks, when there was actually something shocking about what they said and not rekindled and warmed-over drivel and drool from coprolalic children spewing and spitting bile and filth. They actually shocked. Today, well, it’s a bunch of programming retreads and hangers-on who still think it’s 1983. Alas, but I digress. Ahem.

Dead serious here, Sparky!This is not just no a series of shite observations here, this is fact. And reality. I mean this. Free speech cannot be abridged but with free speech comes responsibility and liability. And there’s plenty of the latter to apportion to the humanoid pustules of the NYT. So it’s with great sadness that I hereby recommend that the New York Times be ordered shuttered, shut down, shut up, padlocked and condemned by government fiat, imprimatur, order and action once and for all.

I’M KIDDING! (For the most part.)

Journalistic malpractice.But what these dastards and bastards have done to Justice Kavanaugh is simply without peer, shame and incomprehensibly unconscionable. How the once mighty Gray Lady fell and stooped to this I’ll never know. Perhaps the writing was on the wall when they hired that ferret Dean Baquet, who if I don’t know better was sent in clandestinely to destroy the paper by abandoning the rudiments and undergirding of plain old journalism. That’s right, journalism! Look, have whatever opinion you want. No sweat. Wax socialistic, anachronistic, solipsist, Zoroastrian, Communist, proto-fascist, neoliberal . . . it doesn’t matter. That’s your right. That’s called an editorial. Have at it. Knock your socks off. But when you report it as news — incontrovertible, verified, actual, true and verified news — that’s something quite different. My fellow patriot, what we’re seeing here with the treatment leveled against Kavanaugh is mind-boggling. Even to me. Let me provide the following gravamen, if I may.

The rendition will slay you. Now the story goes something like this. But first, let’s pick up from the Times’s retraction or explanation or clarification or whatever the hell you want to call this. My guess, preemptive girding in preparation of certain litigation from Justice Kavanaugh.

Editors’ Note:Sept. 15, 2019

An earlier version of this article, which was adapted from a forthcoming book, did not include one element of the book’s account regarding an assertion by a Yale classmate that friends of Brett Kavanaugh pushed his penis into the hand of a female studentat a drunken dorm party. The book reports that the female student declined to be interviewed and friends say that she does not recall the incident. That information has been added to the article.”[ES]

WARNING: The following is NSFW.Let me warn you. This is not for the mild-mannered or faint of heart. I must address penis protocol and the facts of Kavanaugh’s latest imaginary indiscretion from the past that no one can remember but only thinks they heard someone mention that they heard someone remember they heard. This involves frank discussion. Or something. (And yes, I see the frank pun that’s beckoning.)

 The facts, ma’am. Just the facts. Please, and let me again apologize, am I to believe that BK was standing about a college party, sufficiently gooned and waxed out of his gourd, whilst his schmeckle was airing out and along came friends (plural) who took control of said schwantz via manucaption of some sort and pushed said appendage into the hand of an unsuspecting coed party attendee who happened to be standing about? Now please, go through this scenario in your mind. I dare you to try and reenact it. Does this even make sense to you? Is this even remotely possible? Forget the journalistic horrors evinced by the NYT, how am I supposed to believe this even happened? Oh, wait. I forgot. It’s the Times.

Let me see if I’ve got this straight.Don’t you think whilst at the party even a tipsy Kavanaugh would have noticed (1) his member was exposed — tumescent, turgid, flaccid we don’t have the foggiest, (2) friends (again plural) were fidgeting with his googootz and (3) said friends were “pushing” it into the mitt of some hapless lass? And, what, he just stood there all the while watching and the victim recipient of his accoutrement doesn’t remember the commotion and positioning and pushing and . . . well, see what I mean?

Valedictory. Sorry, but there’s a word for what this is: BULLSHIT. New York Times, I curse you, your editorial staff, your very essence. Carlos Slim, dump this rag. Sell it for scrap. They’ve earned unfathomable contempt from all.

9/11 Amnesia, Historical Discombobulation and America Learned Nothing

The mission statement. Your country needs you. It needs your leadership, courage and focus and it desperately needs your wisdom. It needs you to recognize the issues that truly affect your fellow countryfolk. It needs you to apply critical thinking to the incredibly complicated problems that face us and your fellow countrypeople for generations to come. The issues that face us are simple. Simple to recognize but admittedly not so simple to resolve. But the first requirement is to focus on what matters. Focus without the patellar obeisance and Sturm und Drang of the usual suspects. Focus on what needs to be done and disregard the ancillary trifles, the supplemental distractions upon which the vile chapters of the Democratic party focus. Not all are intellectually and spiritually fallen, I hasten to remind. But the voices today that represent the majority of the mouthpieces and bullhorns that infect our political stage are not those of the average goodhearted, well-intentioned, hard-working and honest American. The profane quorum of disparate demagogues and obscene contrarians serve no purpose other than to crank up the volume in the echo chamber and reflect the thoughts of their fellow travelers and fellow victims of terminal #TDS. They are not the majority but enjoy the majority of media platforms. And we have to do something about that. Now. Instanter.

That horrible day. Yesterday represents our annual exercise in euphemizing, sloganeering and bumper sticker activism. Hashtag bigmouths and blateroons quick with a quip and flash tweet. Mosh pit feelers who through their immane “sensitivity” are able to channel the focus of the moment. They make me sick. And why? Because invariably they will admonish you and me to #NeverForget. But they forgot. Everything. And what’s worse, they and we (to be honest and fair) have forgotten everything. We apparently learned nothing from the official narrative of the horrors. How certain Muslim and Islamist foreigners hellbent and focused on doing harm to us slipped in under the radar, many actually complying with extant immigration laws, and regrouped and reconstituted for their terror production. We learned nothing. Today you’ve the bashi-bazouks of the terror left actually calling for open borders, a dissolution of sovereignty and the elimination of national security, all the while demanding to pay the health care bill of invading dastards, hoards and swarms of the undocumented, illegal, unregistered, unknown and anonymous. We learned nothing. Today your government looks away as #Antifa thugs pummel and beat and slap and punch and kick and throttle and laugh at you, me and the rule of law — on antisocial media no less. They’re considered heroes as are #BLM screechers and howlers (whenever they’re roused from dormancy). But the NRA is a terrorist organization?! The most cogent plan outlined and suggested by #Libturd lefties is a prohibition against plastic straws and 38 categories of subgenders. We learned nothing. America is paralyzed by a psycho cycle, where public triggered bleats and screams are the norm. Where points are given for the level of difficulty in deciphering the message of ire. Pussy hats, infanticide, transgender grooming in preschool reading circles, public libraries and Whole Foods converted to perv central recruitment stations, maniacal witch hunts by a benighted and befuddled Mueller. Ah, yes, Herr Mueller, the senescent dotard coot led astray and away. We learned nothing.

Bolton boltin’. When I saw that Wilford Brimley doppelgänger Johnny Boy Bolton had been given a copy of the home game I leapt in joy. I danced about the stall and rode my steed in full gallop as I hooted and hollered yeehawing down the boulevard. I am the Walrus. Nope, you were the Walrus. He is gone! He is gone! (For now.) This man embodies everything wrong and dangerous with Staussian neoconservative ideology and it somehow slipped through our focus. It has nothing to do with conservatism and all to do with a bunch of lapsed libs using military brute force to spread democracy one shattered and destroyed country and people at a time. But never forget, Bolton was a leftie prog. A draft dodging chickenhawk who never smelled gunpowder or blood and would shit his BDUs the first time one of his democracy beneficiaries lobbed a round at him. War for thee but not for me. I despise him. And his Project for the New American Century (PNAC) ilk. What Johnny and his band of intellectual ferrets wanted above all was for our beloved America to completely dominate humankind worldwide (snatching the world’s resources by the by). And all he and they needed was “some catastrophic and catalyzing event — like a new Pearl Harbor.” Enter 9/11. Enter the Patriot Act. Enter the longest military action in our republic’s history. As long as I live, two words will forever cause my soul to screech, my spirit to howl: BleachBit and PNAC. And what’s more, ask anyone today what the PNAC ransom note was all about and you’ll get that vacant, void, vacuous stare. That clueless look. The blank blink. But mention transgender bathrooms, cow flatus and mythical climate change and you’ll hit paydirt.
 
We learned nothing.

In 47 Years We’ve Gone From Global Cooling To Global Warming. Still Believe It’s Not A Hoax Of Epic Proportions?

[DS] Quislings Are Losing Their Base: Ossified Fox News Redefines Irrelevance

You can’t make this stuff up. How magnificently profound the statement: You can’t make this stuff up. But it’s true. Sadly. You simply can’t possibly in your wildest imagination come up with scenarios as demented as what we’re seeing daily. In fact, we’re habituated to it. We simply can’t react anymore. To wit … .
 
Let me count the ways. Jimbo the Freak Comey’s slipped through the grip of justice (at least initially) yet again. Pedo Rapist Dead Jeff Epstein was whacked in his cell in front of the world while everyone was looking and the Feds look you straight in the eye and tell you it was a suicide. Nothing to see here, move along. Creepy Sleepy Old Uncle Joe Biden’s living in a parallel universe quoting events that never happened all the while screaming “Who ordered the veal cutlet!” at the top of his voice. Fox News has lost its gonads, backbone, integrity, focus, direction and all semblance of credibility by caving in to the demands and restructuring orders of Iger, the Quisling Murdoch Bros. and Bobby’s Disney Mouse team. New York City is sliding into an urban horrorscape while its mayor peregrinates the globe in an imaginary quest for the Presidency that actually represents a front for his not-so-camouflaged attempts to beef up campaign coffers that he’ll be able to syphon for life for his own personal greed later (remember, he learnt it all from Bonnie & Clyde Clinton). Street criminals are dousing NY’s Finest with water (for now) while cops now back off aggressive policing after one of their own was fired for implementing a non-choke hold on a 300-pound obese asthmatic walking heart attack with an arrest record a mile long who refused to move after citizens called NYPD to remove him. Oh, it gets better. Let me break down a few of my favorites.
 
Oye Comey Va. What does anyone from the [DS] DOJ have to do to even get arrested? Let me get this straight. No one, nobody’s been arrested, charged, nada, niente, nihil, zip, nothing for anything they’ve done and contrived and conspired against this President and the Constitution. Are you serious? But Public Enemy Number One Roger Stone withstands and endures a full frontal, full Monty G-Man blitzkrieg arrest raid at dawn for . . . wait for it . . . process crimes and is financially wiped out. Sorry, you don’t know what this “process crimes” bit means, do you? But don’t feel bad. No one does. Roger Stone allegedly lied or misled federal agents and officials as did Comey, McCabe et al. did with impunity. The same way they misled a FISA court with their urolagnia/undinism dossier phantasmagoria. So what’s the difference, you ask. Dunno. Lurch Mueller indicted Manafort and crew, including an American hero General, and none of the [DS] DOJ slime got so much as a parking ticket. (And don’t get me started when you remember that the Oven Mitt Fashionista HRC herself is still laughing her arse off after she blatantly and deliberately destroyed servers that would have landed me and you under GITMO.) Drain the Swamp isn’t just a pithy expression. It’s a battle cry.
 
They Scalia’d Epstein. I mean how obvious was that, Sparky? Folks I know who can’t even pronounce conspiracy theory have said without a second’s hesitation that JE was 86’d in front of the world to show you and the rest that [DS] assassins are everywhere. And Billy Barr looked you straight in the eye and swore he’d get to the bottom of . . . wait for it . . . lax MCC security?! What?! No, Billy. We want to know who killed him as in who assassinated this rapist pedo slime. Seriously, put the bagpipes down and look at me and listen carefully. We want to know WHO KILLED HIM, not why Barney Fife and his crew were sawing logs whilst on duty. And we also what to know why Jizzlaine (you heard me) Maxwell hasn’t been charged yet. And while we’re on the subject, here’s a note to the MSM: Stop calling her a madam or an heiress or a British socialite. She’s a vile trull. Besides, madam connotes that these young women were prostitutes. We know how that works, your reshaping of the facts to make it appear that these young ladies voluntarily and knowingly and intelligently entered the ranks of sex-for-hire. We’re not buying it. We just want to know whom you’re protecting.
 
Larry “If True” O’Donnell steps on his d-ck in front of the world while Rachel Maddow feigns aghast shock and . . . wait for it . . . nothing happens. Imagine a home pregnancy kit that reads PREGNANT (if true). Wait, what? Yes, Mrs. Lipschitz, good news. You’re pregnant (if true). Did you say, “If true”? Yes. So am I pregnant? Yes (if it’s true you’re pregnant). That’s exactly what happened when TV news’s answer to the sitz bath, resident blatteroon Larry O’D announced to Maddow that he had a source that maybe, sorta knows that President Trump might have secured loan guarantees from Russian oligarchs (Russia!) if . . . wait for it . . . if it’s true. Remember, Rachel made us sit through an interminable intro for the big non-payoff of her Trump tax returns exclusive, which turned out to be Geraldo’s Capone Vault debacle redux. So, what did Larry the Louse do after Trump’s lawyer sent him a STFU and apologize demand? You betcha. He slinked and cowered and cowed and slithered back into his nest after issuing the most tepid if not incongruous apologia in the history of apologias. He expiated nothing whilst seeming to reiterate the fascinating “If True” hedge. Now, were this any network but MSDNC, maybe we’d care. But it’s not, so we didn’t and don’t. Meanwhile millennials and Gen-Z’ers are asking what’s the big deal with some morally-constipated Botoxed feeb with a bad haircut lying about yet another fake scandal. And that’s the sad part. The legacy of this mess. We’re so used to it, it just doesn’t matter. Well, we’ll see about that.

Trying to Get Feeling Back After the Democratic Debate Debacle

As proem, please. I don’t want to redline the paranoia meter or feign artificial newsletter horror over that which is anything but . . . but . . . something very bizarre has happened to what I was led to understand and believe in my heart was the Democratic Party. It’s apparently been commandeered by a group of demented degenerate AltLeft loons force-feeding a lethal dose of utter and inexplicably obvious delirium bilge. Industrial strength dreck. Think Chernobyl grade thought poison. Glow in the dark style. Dig? And no, I’m not necessarily talking about ANTIFA (though I will instanter). Chronic storm trooper jackbooted thug wannabes are easy to identify, discuss, target and analyze. Rather, I’m talking something far more dangerous and insidious — the run-of-the-mill FauxProg, the synthetic liber-old, the artificial progressive. The central casting man-bunned cloth-bagged face-tatted and studded Potemkin village lib. Along with his panguts elders, the balding tenterbellied bald louts who insist upon the government-issue ponytail, harkening back to the halcyon peace and love days of yore. These are the enemy. These are the targets of my wrath. They will pay. They will answer.
 
DemoRat MasterDebaters. Now I suspect your first take is that I’m being a bit melodramatic and a tad over-the-top. Not even close, Sparky. Not for a minute. With the exception of Tulsi Gabbard, who actually presents a platform that’s mildly reminiscent of what used to be considered prototypical and classical liberal and progressive political thought [ANTIWAR!] — I defy anyone with a pair of functioning neurons to remotely explain to me what this score of wannabes has in store and in mind for our beloved republic. Anyone, please, tell me. It seems that based on the clusterfeck debate mosh pit cavalcade menu, there’s an overabundance of concern over the constantly-evolving myth called climate change and its pesky little brother, global warming. They can’t exactly state what it is that’s changing or warming or what’s anthropogenic or not the result of that damn Sun thing and weather thingamajig or the vicissitudes and frequencies that inspire the rabid rote and impassioned ululations of a science-berefet band of cocksure blateroons and dime store climatologists. But wait, there’s more.
 
The birds and the bees have suffered Colony Collapse Disorder and Avian Flu. There are the bastions and bands of battologists who apparently aren’t too keen on the notion of anything binary, viz. genders, sextyping, pudenda morphology or combinations thereof. I haven’t the foggiest idea of what these folks even want: At first they were merely keen on destroying the notion of the public restroom that differentiated genders. Oh, this was a big deal. Then such genetic luminaries such as, er, this guy, came up with epic doozies. Dig. 

I don’t believe only in reproductive freedom, I believe in reproductive justice. And what [that] means is just because a woman, or let’s also not forget someone in the trans community — a trans female— is poor, doesn’t mean they shouldn’t exercise that right to choose. So I absolutely would cover that right to have an abortion.” — Julián Castro, tinhorn Dem, ostensibly in the midst of a cognition fugue. [ES]

None dare correct the lunacy. This guy had me going for a few days. Oh, I’m sorry. I mean they. Or zhim.Or something. You know, that feller. He actually stood before a group of (I would imagine) reasonably intelligent people with adequate levels of abecedarian schooling and argued for the right of men to have a fetus plucked from their uterus. Swear to God. And here’s the best part, none of the NBC marionettes corrected this poor man (I believe) or were so much as taken aback by his new and novel reconfiguration of reproductive paradigms. No, it was that good. That incredible. That monumentally gonzo, bonzo and cosmic.

“Anyway, my time is up. I’m sorry.”Then the moment that will forever be chronicled in American history. Joe Biden announcing his time’s up and that he’s history. As some of the kids on the Internet(s) called that, it was a classic SELF-OWN. Hoist by his own petard. Or as we say in West Tampa, he stepped on his . . . you know. Classic, tragic, historic. A politician maintaining a hyper-punctilious focus on the rules as to time to speak. Kirsten Gillibrand was hogging the mic to the point she had to be restrained and sedated by dart-wielding mental health personnel. Everyone was veering into the others’ lanes, incredibly and with virtually no surcease. But not our Sleepy Joe. Nope, not the Creepster. No way, Jose, and no siree, Bob. Ol’ Joe just attempted to squeak out a few words of something and then politely thought against it, bowing out and moving over to the pit crew. ‘Twas epic and seemingly unbelievable but it happened. I saw it. But, friend, the master debaters were in all their glory. One boneheaded cretin and Boeotian after another force-feeding the prepared GOTCHA! line and riposte and comeback, avoiding at all cost the dread esprit d’escalieri or trepverter. And you’ll have to wait until July for a round two of the two-rounders and I for one can’t wait.

NYC fêtes LGGBDTTTIQQAAPP Pride. In a spirit of universality and colossal inclusion NYC celebrated legions of Lesbian, Gay, Genderqueer, Bisexual, Demisexual, Transgender, Transsexual, Twospirit, Intersex, Queer, Questioning, Asexual, Allies, Pansexual and Polyamorous revelers and parade enthusiasts this weekend for an event that rocked the house. Note to reader: Nowhere is heterosexualso much as whispered. Not a tip of the hat, acknowledgment, recognition. Nada. Niente. Nihil.Zip. But good news for demimondes, fans of demitasse, the demiurge and Demi Moore, Demisexuals have been counted. Discuss.
 
Meanwhile.Trump’s laughing his ass off.

Valedictory.It’s actually a simple thought, but what will the TDS-afflicted and infected do when Trump wins round two of the elections and then says adios thereafter? Will they have crafted a cogent message, platform or worldview by then? I seriously doubt it. Seriously.
 
Onward, patriot!
 
Mark Your Calendar! LIONEL AT THE CUTTING ROOM. SOUND THE KLAXON! October 5, 2019. Mark your calendars. Lionel returns to and storms the stage of New York’s heralded and lauded and world-famous Cutting Room for an evening of (out)spoken word and bluegrass. This is not standup. This is not your father’s comedy. This is brutal, piquant commentary and analysis. Hie! You know the drill, patriots. Operators are standing by. Here, click!

Please watch this critical message.Truckers Against Trafficking (TAT): True Heroes Saving Lives, Making A Differenceis the latest installment from my wife Lynn Shawinterviewing Kylla Lanier, Deputy Director and Co-Founder of Truckers Against Trafficking(TAT). The goal of this brave organization is to work hand-in-hand with the trucking and bus industry to identify, discover and disrupt human trafficking. Listen to Kylla and learn of TAT’s genesis and how this lifesaving organization is expanding and educating internationally. Learn how she and her family began this incredible organization and what’s in store and in development. Please listen and make a commitment through self-education and raising awareness. You can start by forwarding this interview on your social media platforms. The goal is simple: to destroy the networks of human trafficking that for far too long have been ignored.

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A PORTAL INTO THE ELECTION 2020 BLOODBATH

#45Fest LionelNation Live Chat immediately following the President’s triumphant announcement at 8 PM ET. Join your constitutional brothers and sisters at the Live Chat Portal that will remain open throughout the day so please review and join in the immersive and interactive world of participatory democracy. Talk radio on its best day can’t approximate same. Never could. Never would. Never will. Just can’t. Same reason a Kiwi can’t fly.
 
#45Fest begins today and mainstream media (MSM) crybabies are in the usual froth. Why, you ask? That’s what they do. It’s who they are and what they stand for. Obstructionist children. Confused and hateful haters hating without focus and surcease. Determined and sworn to destroy everything and everything Trump. Committed to promoting the systematic collapse of our constitutional republic and enlisted in the war against decency, normalcy and convention. If it’s weird, wrong, illegal, disruptive and contrary to anything involving (dare I even utter the phrase) Western ideology it will be ground into the ground by the heel of this seditionist jackbooted ideology. There, how’s that?
 
MSM news is a threat to our liberty and the continued sustainability of our constitutional republic. Inasmuch as I have sworn never to waste my time on this particular subject again, I must break my vow and say a word or twelve about MSM news and how you must, and I mean must, disconnect from this horror show of misinformation, propaganda and falsity. And I mean all MSM news platforms, every one of them. You must instead scan the available daily offerings from myriad sources as I do, getting a feel for what’s purported and presented as relevant and critical and then home in on that which you want to pursue or reject outright. You decide. Think of these platforms as chalkboard menus in the window as you peregrinate along boulevard looking for a place to dine. Scan the fare, peruse the specials and then decide what looks like pursuing. And if the selections suck, move on. Don’t happen in, sit down and hope that something worthwhile will materialize. When America plops down before the news circus, it’s at the mercy of some PA, assignment editor or per diem slave whose idea of news is the usual guest intensive, endless roulette wheel of the usual subjects thrust upon the masses: apparatchiks, most dull and on the dole, trained seals barking and bleating the usual scripted pabulum and putrescence that ensure the return run. Pull away now. Just say no. And think for yourself. Trust me.
 
Fueled by anger, buoyed by nescience. These news journo-wannabe rejects are enlisted to present their rote corporate un-American sockpuppet reality to you. Just the look on their faces is enough to inspire emesis. Their expressions alone. The moral certitude. The commitment to a cause they cannot actually explicate much less grasp, all the while trampling over the rights of Americans who deign to opine. Oh, and here’s the best part. They truly believe they’re journalists! Swear to Gawd. Or at least valid analysts. They are monumentally deluded by the self-deception that daily anti-Trump spewings reinforce, so much so that they hardly notice the level of schmaltz, schlock and dreck they sing. They tergiversate with the wind. And you’d think they’d notice the fact that these bastions of news vomit are shuttering daily. One would guess that the man-bunned, neck-tattooed vapid millenioid journo-lite Ted Baxter, ostensibly smart enough to second guess the President of the United States, could see the cards on the table and not bother drawing to an inside straight? Dig?
 
So stop anon. Cease this folly and you alone determine what you’re going to read, watch or listen to. You be your news director. Take charge. Listen, I haven’t watched network or mainstream media news since October 27 of last year and my life changed. Think of it not as a fast or a diet but quitting cold turkey.
 
So tell me, why can’t the #DemoRats understand why border security’s critical? Let’s talk irony and hypocrisy simultaneously. There are those who have the hardest time explicating much less understanding the quintessentially obvious rationale over enforcing national borders from being breached by swarms and murmurations of illegal, sometimes diseased, sometimes sex-trafficked, sometimes drug-smuggling “migrants.” At the same time they show this uncanny ability to recognize the most persnickety of rules anent social media violations and the like. Amazing, truly. They can recite every iteration of statutory hate yet can’t see the sapience in and of enforcing a border and protecting national sovereignty. Just think about that for a moment. These trifling blateroons, yammering into the night as to the most inconsequential of nothing, are without the ability to recognize trespassory encroachment as they swipe their door cards suspended from the ubiquitous corporate-issued lanyard so they can seal themselves from the big, bad and awful world they’ve retreated from.  
 
It’s worse than we thought. Eric Blair warned us of thought police, Stasi-like surveillance predators and freedom assassins, more government than private. But that was then. These days are different. You must understand a simple fact: It’s the private sector I fear most now. The citizen pitchfork and torch wielder. They’ve a ferocity in their disdain for your self-expression and categorization of critical and will stop at nothing to shut you up and down straight away. The numbers and frequency of predatory thought vigilantes are actually the product of a mental health issue, viz. an oblique yet metastatic narcissism that demands the expunction of their rivals’ opinions and viewpoints deemed inconsistent with corporate fascism.
 
Valedictory. It’s actually a simple thought, but what will the TDS-afflicted and infected do when Trump wins round two and then says adios thereafter? Will they have crafted a cogent message, platform or worldview by then? I seriously doubt it. Seriously.
 
Mark Your Calendar! LIONEL AT THE CUTTING ROOM. SOUND THE KLAXON! October 5, 2019. Mark your calendars. Lionel returns to and storms the stage of New York’s heralded and lauded and world-famous Cutting Room for an evening of (out)spoken word and bluegrass. This is not standup. This is not your father’s comedy. This is brutal, piquant commentary and analysis. Hie! You know the drill, patriots. Operators are standing by. Here, click!

The Unspeakable Truth of Human Trafficking: The Horror At Your Doorstep. My wife, known in Conspiratorium circles as the Inimitable and Ineffable Mrs. L, has a compelling address that I commend to you as it exposes and confronts a topic that for reasons I shan’t ever understand has been avoided altogether by the usual suspects, the nefarious MSM failures. It’s a compelling interview that I humbly request you forward to colleagues and friends to spread the word and illuminate this subject.

INFORMATION LYNCH MOBS AND VIGILANTE THOUGHT POLICE

Today, please enjoy these amuse-gueules for your edification and review. Brief, comprehensive and tantalizing.  
 
Trump was simply magnificent at D-Day commemoration ceremonies. This week (I trust) we all took the time to join as Americans and citizens of the free world in recognizing the brave men and women who contributed to the collective and cooperative quashing, destroying and dismantling of Hitler and the Axis powers, specifically as we celebrated the 75th anniversary of D-Day. President Trump was magnificent in his presentations and delivery. You’d never know it after watching the passels of submental #FakeNewsMedia children attempting in unison to disseminate via choreographed and rote blather the usual tirades that these scripted imbeciles churned out like rancid sausage. They simply cannot and will not report on what our President does without infecting and contaminating their reportage with anything vaguely resembling the truth. That’s why I’ve not watched MSM news since October 28 of last year and I’m a better person for it. If I had all the time in the world and knew every word of our lexicon and mother tongue I couldn’t approximate my utter and full-throated abhorrence of these MSM jackals. Have I made myself clear?
 
25th Anniversary of the O.J. Simpson Murders. June 12, 1994, Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman were brutally and savagely murdered by O.J. Simpson. You know it, I know and we all knew it. Then June 17, 1994, marked the most famous oxymoron since criminal justice: the now infamous slow speed chase that began the odyssey of the O.J. Simpson case that to this day the country is still fascinated by and with and for very good reasons. Remember also that there were no social media, no Twits, Faceboogers, YouBoobs, InstaCramps . . . nada. We actually had to wait until the evening or perhaps for a midday blurb or mention or we could turn to the then nascent iteration of CourtTV. It gave us celebrity lawyer commentators and analysts. It allowed the country to see the dark and crusty underbelly of a slipshod and corroded criminal justice system led by the (sorta) Honorable Lance Ito, the judiciary’s answer to Morty Gunty. Just imagine what the coverage would be today with mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging social media trolls, SJWs, virtue signalers and outrage clowns. Somehow we knew what the case was about and what it mean without 24/7 real-time digital dreck and drivel. How’d we do it?
 
Outrage as a national pastime. Thought vigilantism, outrage mobs, thought police, outrage as a blood sport, Salem witch trials redux intersecting with “modernity,” identitarian lunacy, intersectionality outrage by proxy, #MeToo derailed and diluted. Are you seeing what’s happening here, patriots? Are you keeping an eye on these horrors? Don’t let the nomenclature throw you off, don’t be confused for a moment. 
 
The intellectual disconnect of the TONYs mentality. I want you to ask yourself this question (provided you watched last night’s TONYs for a picosecond): What audience did these folks speak to exactly? Let me repeat, what cross-section of America did these participants, celebrants, honorees, presenters and the like represent? Moreover, did they speak on behalf of the DNC? If so, this might be a critical mistake of incomprehensible proportion.

Cognitive Infiltration, anyone? Those of us in the #woke community will never forget the cosmic horrors promoter by Samantha Power’s vir, the profoundly scary Cass Sunstein, Obama’s regulation czar, who once advocated cognitive infiltration (described infra) as a 1984-esque, Stasi motif of paid rats, informants and government types monitoring social media platforms seeking and wreaking havoc on those who dare to expose, explore and promote the politically-unfortunate methodologies and thought minefields of dystopian doublespeak and unipolar reconfiguration. Please enjoy this piece from memory lane.

“[W]e suggest a distinctive tactic for breaking up the hard core of extremists who supply conspiracy theories: cognitive infiltration of extremist groups, whereby government agents or their allies (acting either virtually or in real space, and either openly or anonymously) will undermine the crippled epistemology of believers by planting doubts about the theories and stylized facts that circulate within such groups, thereby introducing beneficial cognitive diversity.” (219) Sunstein and Vermeule “Conspiracy Theories: Causes and Cures” (J. Political Philosophy, 7 (2009), 202-227). [Emphasis supplied.]

Mark Your Calendar! LIONEL AT THE CUTTING ROOM. SOUND THE KLAXON! October 5, 2019. Mark your calendars. Lionel returns to and storms the stage of New York’s heralded and lauded and world-famous Cutting Room for an evening of (out)spoken word and bluegrass. This is not standup. This is not your father’s comedy. This is brutal, piquant commentary and analysis. Hie! You know the drill, patriots. Operators are standing by. Here, click!

The Underground Roseanne Barr Interviews. I prefer to call them sessions. You must watch this high summit of sentience. Roseanne = America’s sweetheart = America’s mom. TV pioneer and visionary and now the inadvertent posterchild for fascistic censorship over the most insignificant of tweet bleats in the annals of recorded history. Please click here for INTERVIEW ONE and INTERVIEW TWO. But make sure you’re sitting down and that family members and caretakers are standing by once the paroxysms of laughing fits hit.
 
GeoEngineering: What the hell are they spraying? And the issue whose nonchalance confounds me to no end is that which is commonly and mistakenly referred to as #chemtrails. Please, focus on the nomenclature that’s critical and accurate. I commend to you my latest and best video interview with the inimitable and ineffable Dane Wigington of GeoEngineeringWatch.org that you must watch above and first of all. And please forward it accordingly.

Antisocial media. TwitterFacebookInstagram, the Lionel Media website and browse the merch and marketing at the Official Lionel Nation Gear Store and above all, the Lionel Nation YouTube Channel where we engage in immersive, totally interactive live stream broadcasts twice daily. It leaves antediluvian talk radio in the dust. Where it shall remain.

THE EXISTENTIAL FIGHT FOR OUR CONSTITUTIONAL REPUBLIC

As you most probably know and are beyond mentally saturated over and through and with, the Mueller Report is now dead, buried and the crypt keeper Robert “Lurch” Mueller provided some of the most incomprehensibly incoherent blather masked as rationale for finding President Trump NOT NOT GUILTY. That’s right. He wasn’t found NOT GUILTY (admittedly beyond the province of any Special Counsel report). No, he was found NOT NOT GUILTY. The elusive and illusive and illusory juridical double negative. So does that mean that Trump’s guilty? No, but if Mueller says he’s not in fact not guilty or innocent, why doesn’t that translate to guilty? Great question. Now all we need is a great answer.
 
What does this all mean? The double, elliptical, desultory, discursive verdict. NOT NOT GUILTY. Translation: It’s not that he’s not guilty, he’s not not guilty. Not guilty but not exonerated. Not guilty but not because there’s no evidence of guilt . . . no, wait . . . not guilty, not because due process requires such . . . no, that’s not it either. No, he was not guilty because after 675 days, 501 witnesses, 2807 subpoenas and a price tag in excess of $38M (double it) there was simply not enough evidence — or no evidence at all of any criminal exposure or liability. You mean he’s innocent, right, Bobby? No, on the contrary he’s not without guilt though he’s without any evidence of that which would suggest or indicate guilt and/or culpability. If this makes any sense to you, congratulations. You’re the only one.
 
Now that the Mueller Investigation is over it’s time to focus once and for all on the sole, lone and only issue for Election 2020, 519 days from now. But you’d never know it if you listened to the main focus of putatively conservative media and pro-Trump media platforms. If I hear one more mention of Hillary’s BleachBit servers and email systems, I’m going to climb a bell tower. Is there some personal, private contest or drinking game going on to see how many times that spoliation platform can be mentioned? My Gawd, let’s move on to the border.
 
That’s right what used to be the border. Our border. The American border. Now it’s the sieve, the state lines, the welcome center. “Bienvenido a Los Estados Unidos!” It’s pathetic, unbelievable and happening. That’s the issue. That’s it, plain and simple. Full stop. And yet there’s this preoccupation, this delusion that suggests that somewhere in Main Street USA good Americans are parsing anticipatorily through the intricacies of FISA [DECLAS] drumbeats and the persistent call for Mueller to testify or not, depending on your level of discursion.
 
I don’t begin to claim to know everything or anything about all that this POTUS faces. I’m sure as are you that when he took to the helm he was invariably told and informed that not everything he had wanted or planned or even promised to do would be necessarily easy or (God forbid) possible. Just look at the amount of time it’s taking to slap the bracelets on the #OvenMittFashionista, the BleachBit Queen (take a shot partiers), the woman who’s flouted and flaunted and flummoxed the system, thumbing her nose at justice and due process and any semblance of juridical certainty. Those of us whose focused crosshair justice has targeted this Chappaqua spoor for far too long and have been most patient in waiting for that celebratory moment when we receive confirmation along with the official (Mao jacket, bunker gear, reptilian exoskeleton backpacked) mugshot that this harridan has finally been nabbed. So we wait. We likewise wait for POTUS to scatter and shatter into smithereens the DOJ and FBI and its warrens of [DS] connivers, cons and conspirators. And wait. These things take time. There’s protocol involved. We wait for the wall. The promised wall. The wall that’s prominently configured in chants and rousing rants: BUILD THAT WALL! BUILD THAT WALL! And we wait. Patiently, ever understanding, always aware that these things take time and coordination and the like. We ingeminate to remind, to asseverate but even that begins to become problematic. Tiring.
 
But notwithstanding our patience and understanding there comes a feeling of desperation and uncertainty and fear. Fear that somehow, in some way these horrid Dems might just figure a way through connivance and legerdemain to change the numbers, TRULY collude to affect an election and through their incredibly biased and hallucinatory media platforms (that dominate, thank you very much) . . . somehow they might deprive our savior of our Round II. Yes, I said savior.
 
But, I and we take a deep breath and steel ourselves, unyielding and ever-committed to the fight of a lifetime. A fight for the future of our beloved constitutional republic.

Mark Your Calendar! LIONEL AT THE CUTTING ROOM. SOUND THE KLAXON! October 5, 2019. Mark your calendars. Lionel returns to and storms the stage of New York’s heralded and lauded and world-famous Cutting Room for an evening of (out)spoken word and bluegrass. This is not standup. This is not your father’s comedy. This is brutal, piquant commentary and analysis. Hie! You know the drill, patriots. Operators are standing by. Here, click!

The Underground Roseanne Barr Interviews. I prefer to call them sessions. You must watch this high summit of sentience. Roseanne = America’s sweetheart = America’s mom. TV pioneer and visionary and now the inadvertent posterchild for fascistic censorship over the most insignificant of tweet bleats in the annals of recorded history. Please click here for INTERVIEW ONE and INTERVIEW TWO. But make sure you’re sitting down and that family members and caretakers are standing by once the paroxysms of laughing fits hit.
 
GeoEngineering: What the hell are they spraying? And the issue whose nonchalance confounds me to no end is that which is commonly and mistakenly referred to as #chemtrails. Please, focus on the nomenclature that’s critical and accurate. I commend to you my latest and best video interview with the inimitable and ineffable Dane Wigington of GeoEngineeringWatch.org that you must watch above and first of all. And please forward it accordingly.

Antisocial media. TwitterFacebookInstagram, the Lionel Media website and browse the merch and marketing at the Official Lionel Nation Gear Store and above all, the Lionel Nation YouTube Channel where we engage in immersive, totally interactive live stream broadcasts twice daily. It leaves antediluvian talk radio in the dust. Where it shall remain.

FREEDOM, OUR MILITARY AND THE INSANITY OF WAR

Memorial Day is over. In fact, it was over before it even started. Most media types and Americans confuse it with Veterans Day as the two are sadly referenced interchangeably. Nevertheless, America swears it supports its military and veterans (until they need something other than lip service), insists it funds veterans (to a point) and adamantly represents that it supports them in war (so long as the war’s not complicated or messy or prolonged). Other than that, no problem. When it comes to militarism and the hyper-fetishism of the uniform and warfare, nobody beats the good ol’ US of A. And what’s even better is that we swear that through some convoluted reasoning, brave soldiers, sailors and Marines must have every military exercise or mission applauded and supported lest we turn our backs on our brave centurions. America must once and for all realize that over 165K of our troops are deployed and assigned in over 150 countries, roughly 70% of the world. [Source] Why? Stop clapping like trained seals whenever a deployment is announced but instead ask how we’re actually using our cherished generation of military and why.
 
Too many folks squirm when the subject is broached. Too bad. This must be addressed and too bad it so often incurs the wrath and ire of a number of “historians.” Remember what Tolstoy said: History would be a wonderful thing if only it were true. Not every military deployment, war, casualty, battle or engagement ensures or guaranteed or had anything to do with securing your freedoms. No Vietnamese contingent ever threatened Cleveland or kept anyone from voicing objections to governmental inaction or overreach. Not one fallen or wounded American military personnel ever protected you by protecting American business interests or some Deep State property interest in any country. Vietnam destroyed lives, relationships and divided a nation. “Love it or leave” became the patellar response to any question as to its validity. Over 58K Americans died during that exercise for what exactly? And never forget the Korean War with over 34K Americans killed in three years in conditions of horror that are incomprehensible and inexplicable. Please, tell me again what individual freedoms did their deaths guarantee (not including the horrors experienced by the wounded, missing and those who were ravaged through PTSD and attendant suicide).
 
WITH THE EXCEPTION OF WWII. Let’s immediately remove WWII from this equation. Hitler and WWII are in a category of their own and no explanation is required nor is one given.
 
But let me say, state and repeat: In no wise am I suggesting the abolition of the military or dismissing American bravery but what I am calling into serious question is their necessity in Iraq, Afghanistan, Korea and Vietnam among others. I’m further attempting to disabuse the nescient American of connecting the freedom to vote, speak and live with the death of an American soldier. The people trying to destroy my Constitutional freedoms are in Washington and they’re called the Democratic Party. Ahem.
 
Consider the following, first appearing in 2011. Since the United States was founded in 1776, the it been at war during 214 out of her 235 calendar years of existence. Stated differently, there were only 21 calendar years in which the U.S. did not wage any wars. Keep this in mind when “I Am the Walrus” Bolton yet again calls for more war and military intervention in, of all places, Venezuela?! Why again? Well, because they’re socialist and evil and mean and, oh yes, happen to be sitting on immane crude reserves. And what’s a little “boots on the ground” on behalf of [DS] Jed Clampetts. The same folks who through manipulation and World Bank and IMF shenanigans ginned up off-the-charts hyperinflation inter alia, but that’s for later.
 
If President Trump finally lays waste to [DS] jackals once and for all along with their attendant media quislings and apparatchiks, one of his critical objectives must be to slice to ribbons this demented belief that American military personnel are the personal enforcers and the [DS] Luca Brasi, able to be dispatched and deposited whenever and wherever they can spread more anti-American hostility, destroy more sovereign governments and snatch more natural resources under the name of freedom or some manufactured international or domestic threat of whatever can be thought up on the fly and off the cuff. Let me remind you that iron, copper, gold, cobalt, and lithium are plentiful in the region. And as Gerald Celente once opined: What do you think the chances would have been of our invading Iraq if their main export was broccoli?
 
And as to the issue of the military keeping us free, well, are you? Are you free? Free to say what you want, use whatever medical or health applications and regimens you desire? May you say what you want on social media? Are you free from governmental surveillance and privacy invasions? Are you free from having mysterious substances sprayed in our once blue skies? Are you free from geoengineering, solar radiation management and climate engineering? Are you free from being listened to your appliances, laptops, mobile phones and myriad electronics? Are you free from GMOs which have replaced real and natural food? Are you free to imbibe in whatever substances you like without threat of incarceration? Are you free as a parent to decide what immunization schedules your children will be subjected to? Do you feel free with a US prison population that would be among the 10th largest cities in terms of size? Do you feel free with a corporate MSM news platform that hides, shields, obfuscates and distorts all news anent Trump? Do you feel free knowing that Deep State [DS] and Intel State operatives conspired and confederated to remove this duly elected President? Does carter Page feel free?
 
Shall I go on?
 
So, what’s this freedom everyone’s talking about? And are they suggesting that no other country enjoys the ability to speak openly or vote? I’m not sure.
 
But let me perorate succinctly I trust, our brave military deserves our respect and support. Natch. But enough with syrupy corny songs, “Support Our Troops” ribbons on the back of SUVs and conflating NFL games with jingoism, hypermilitarism and daring and deigning to care whether some idiot takes a knee versus standing dutifully while the national anthem is played. We have reduced patriotism and support for the military into the most base and simplistic exhibitions of bumper sticker fealty. Americans are fed up with twits like Mayor Buttigiggitygiggity claiming some clandestine, hyper-secret involvement in Afghanistan, doing something that has yet to be chronicled, defined or understood all the while claiming that America’s commander-in-chief was a draft dodger and thus lacks military experience after being THE COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF FOR ALMOST TWO-AND-A-HALF-YEARS! Now just think about that one.
 
America must stop waving military service around like a fashion accessory and political gimmick. Stop sending men and women to die for causes you can’t explain and absolving your responsibility by muttering the axiomatic rote “support our troops” mantra. Stop sending them to die so that some asset-stripping globalist jackal can secure geopolitical superiority in an area that has absolutely nothing to do with protecting American freedom. Unless you accompany them on the next mission, tour or war. Am I clear?
 
LIONEL AT THE CUTTING ROOM. SOUND THE KLAXON! October 5, 2019. Mark your calendars. Lionel returns to and storms the stage of New York’s heralded and lauded and world-famous Cutting Room for an evening of (out)spoken word and bluegrass. This is not standup. This is not your father’s comedy. This is brutal, piquant commentary and analysis. Hie! You know the drill, patriots. Operators are standing by. Here, click!

The Roseanne Barr Interviews. I prefer to call them sessions. You must watch this high summit of sentience. Roseanne = America’s sweetheart = America’s mom. TV pioneer and visionary and now the inadvertent posterchild for fascistic censorship over the most insignificant of tweet bleats in the annals of recorded history. Please click here for INTERVIEW ONE and INTERVIEW TWO. But make sure you’re sitting down and that family members and caretakers are standing by once the paroxysms of laughing fits hit.
 
What the hell are they spraying? And the issue whose nonchalance confounds me to no end is that which is commonly and mistakenly referred to as #chemtrails. Please, focus on the nomenclature that’s critical and accurate. I commend to you my latest and best video interview with the inimitable and ineffable Dane Wigington of GeoEngineeringWatch.org that you must watch above and first of all. And please forward it accordingly.

Antisocial media. TwitterFacebookInstagram, the Lionel Media website and browse the merch and marketing at the Official Lionel Nation Gear Store and above all, the Lionel Nation YouTube Channel where we engage in immersive, totally interactive live stream broadcasts twice daily. It leaves antediluvian talk radio in the dust. Where it shall remain.

THE FICTION AND FANTASY OF ROE V. WADE PRIVACY

QUESTION: Ignorance or stupidity, what’s worse? Take your time and think about this one. But don’t take too much time.
 
Time’s up. The latter, of course. Ignorance can be cured via knowledge. Organic trumps everything. One more: What’s worse: A lack of learning (ignorance again) or critical thinking? Again, the latter. The inability to understand how to evaluate the issues of the world through a systematic analysis will result in, yet again, most people unable to grasp and handle the issues that citizens face daily. The former can be corrected via . . . well, learning. And what you’ll see by way of this installment of thought, I trust, is that we suffer from a fundamentally tragic and horrid lack of being able to apply issue analysis and evaluation as to critical issues. Stated differently, we are a country of profound idiots and Boeotians, loudmouths and bullshit artists contaminated by an inability to grasp the most basic of concepts yet possessed with the most overdeveloped senses of self-importance and delusions of grandeur. Ahem.
 
Take abortion. Please.
 
Recently this buzzkill issue of intellectual discourse hit the headlines with Alabama joining a wave of states seeking to reverse, dismantle and dilute Roe v. Wade, 410 U.S. 113 (1973). You remember Roe, the hideously written 1973 SCOTUS decision that “legalized” abortion nationwide. Kentucky, Georgia, Mississippi and Ohio and have likewise approved bans on abortion once a fetal heartbeat is detected, theoretically possible as early as the sixth week of pregnancy. As you can imagine this has inspired the usual rancor, anger and incoherent screams of whatever from teams and passels and legions of the seriously concerned, the absolutely confused and the constitutionally nescient.
 
First, calm down. Take a deep breath and take it easy. Are you ready? Good. Now listen. A woman’s “right” to an abortion will never be repealed under any circumstances. Ever. Repeat. EVER. The notion of America returning to the clothes hanger, back alley days of horror will not be revisited. Roe is safe via stare decisis, especially after it withstood and was emboldened by Planned Parenthood v. Casey, 505 U.S. 833 (1992). Remember, infanticide’s another story.
 
Full disclosure. I’m pro-choice. Whatever that means. I don’t believe a woman or her physician should ever face the lunacy of arrest and incarceration over a pregnancy termination procedure. And yes, it’s murder. Well, not murder per se as murder involves the unlawful taking and cessation of a life. But it’s a human life and this is different. And, yes, AGAIN it’s a human life. It’s not a duck or quasi-human or an almost a human or an undeveloped human, it’s a human nonetheless. And this human falls within a category of existence and standing that might not be readily identifiable using the usual taxonomy and morphological or developmental nomenclature. It’s a human. Whether a clump of cells, blastocyst, embryo or fetus. It’s a human. But a human that’s growing within its host mother. A mother with concomitant “rights.” Now, if you can’t get your head around that, sorry. It’s the law, it’s science, it’s reality and all the newsletters and yammering won’t change that. But that human status does not preclude, sadly, its obliteration. Within limitations, that is. Call it what you want, that’s what we’re talking about.
 
You can euphemize abortion all you want just as we do war when we call it collateral damage, friendly fire or even engaging the enemy. It’s still war and death and abortion is the destruction of a human life that will remain legal. Period. Within certain circumstances.
 
Now let’s return to the Constitution and what it actually says, Roenotwithstanding. There’s no “right” to an abortion. Did you hear me? No right. The XIV Amendment proscribes and prohibits the deprivation of life, liberty and property without due process of law. Therefore it states clearly that said deprivations are legal and allowable and permissible constitutionally so long asthey are performed via a process that is due, viz. notice and the opportunity to be heard. The underlying theory of Roe was a convoluted reading of Griswold v. Connecticut, 381 U.S. 479 (1965), and Douglas’s “penumbras” and “emanations.” This is the basis and the gravamen of the argument that states that substantive due process is a fiction, illogical and without merit. Stated differently, legislate it away or mandate it through legislation, name it. But the idea that the Constitution guarantees the right to abort, marry, have sex, smoke weed, whatever, is simply insane, wrong, specious and without merit.
 
That being said, nobody asked me or you because the case is moot. That’s the law and that’s the law that shall remain as such.
 
But remember. A woman’s “right” to an abortion will never be repealed under any circumstances. Ever. Repeat. EVER.
 
Now, ninth month infanticide is another story. A story we’ll address later.

The Roseanne Barr Interviews. I prefer to call them sessions. You must watch this high summit of sentience. Roseanne = America’s sweetheart = America’s mom. TV pioneer and visionary and now the inadvertent posterchild for fascistic censorship over the most insignificant of tweet bleats in the annals of recorded history. Please click here for INTERVIEW ONE and INTERVIEW TWO. But make sure you’re sitting down and that family members and caretakers are standing by once the paroxysms of laughing fits hit.
 
What the hell are they spraying? And the issue whose nonchalance confounds me to no end is that which is commonly and mistakenly referred to as #chemtrails. Please, focus on the nomenclature that’s critical and accurate. I commend to you my latest and best video interview with the inimitable and ineffable Dane Wigington of GeoEngineeringWatch.org that you must watch above and first of all. And please forward it accordingly.

Antisocial media. TwitterFacebookInstagram, the Lionel Media website and browse the merch and marketing at the Official Lionel Nation Gear Store and above all, the Lionel Nation YouTube Channel where we engage in immersive, totally interactive live stream broadcasts twice daily. It leaves antediluvian talk radio in the dust. Where it shall remain.

LIONEL AT THE CUTTING ROOM. SOUND THE KLAXON! October 5, 2019. Mark your calendars. Lionel returns to and storms the stage of New York’s heralded and lauded and world-famous Cutting Room for an evening of (out)spoken word and bluegrass. This is not standup. This is not your father’s comedy. This is brutal, piquant commentary and analysis. Hie! You know the drill, patriots. Operators are standing by. Here, click!