Tempest In A Teapot. Again.

                There will be no end.  No end to the media’s incessant, fabricated, delusional screeching and ranting about President Trump. Not theirs or that of the political party they control.

                Most of the time it has just become background noise to me, and I suspect many others, because you can only listen to Don Lemon and The Morning Joe guy go on and on about the same nonsense day after day after day. And so much of it relevant to how the country is being governed—Donald Trump has two scoops of ice cream; he drinks too much diet coke; he eats cheeseburgers after midnight in bed; there was a Russian girl in his kindergarten class. Pretty soon it all just becomes a bunch of people at the park howling baleful notes into a cold night sky. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

                In fairness, they do mix it up a little. There’s usually a theme-of-the-week, which sometimes lasts even longer unless it backfires on the left—sex scandals for example. (It must have been really frustrating that the accusers of Hollywood stars and executives and liberal lawmakers didn’t even require payment to come forward the way the left had to pay Trump’s accusers.)

                There’s also been his “alliance” with white supremacy groups because he dared to say all hate groups are bad, thereby including #onlyblacklivesmatter and Antifa  in the same category when they’ve murdered less than two dozen police officers and only beaten a few score of folks in MAGA wearables. Plus what a racist/nationalist/mean person he is because he wants to secure our borders and stem the flow of ILLEGAL aliens into our country and maybe vet them a bit first for criminal histories in case they want to live somewhere other than California.

Don’t forget either how he wants a fully automatic weapon in every household because he’s a tool of the NRA and because he just doesn’t want Diana DeGette to be able to read all those magazines before the bad gun people kill everybody. And there’s also been his feud with Kim Jong Un. That’s not done but the media seem bored with themselves this week (or maybe that’s just me) so we’ve moved on.

There are so many other examples (Russia, Russia, Ruzzzzzzzzia) but you get the point. I want to get to this week’s tempest in a teapot and get after President Trump’s mental stability, intelligence level and the left’s ongoing Christmas wish that he is unfit for office.

I apparently went to journalism school at the wrong time. In the 70’s they were not giving out complimentary medical degrees in psychiatry and I feel like some privileged white guy somewhere must owe me the difference between what I’ve made life-to-date and what I could have made if I had an M.D. in psychiatry.

I believe the texting shorthand is ROTFLMAO (there may not be a “T” in it) for what I—and I hope you—have been doing watching the talking heads on CNN, MessNBC, et al, rail on about Donald Trump’s mental unfitness to be President, in their highly qualified, over-inflated, delusional, bat-shit-crazy opinions.

Joy Behar thinks she’s a shrink? I also heard Joy also thinks she’s a woman but we’ll save that for a blog on transgenderism as soon as they figure out definitively how many there are—Canada has the count at 63 different genders this week. Google it.

Some of you may remember the press used to say the same things about Reagan and Bush. As recently as today there was an article by a young but earnest Associated Press reporter named Jill Colvin, whom I’m willing to bet was in grade school or younger when Ronald Reagan was President, recounting how he died of pneumonia complicated by Alzheimer’s in 2004 and implying that dementia may have begun to cloud his mind during his presidency in the 80’s. Hell, if that’s true I say we load Congress up with memory-care residents.

I don’t really mean that. Nancy Pelosi and Maxine Waters whom are both obviously in the grip of serious dementia do not really inspire the kind of confidence that Reagan did when he rebuilt our nation following the Jimmy Carter experiment.

I recently heard that George W. reads between 80 and 100 books a year and that most of them don’t have a lot of pictures. I also know that in spite of the completely and unashamedly fictional account of Bush’s service record by Dan Rather (one of the original Father’s of Fake News) that the federal government was not in the habit of tossing the keys to an F-16 fighter to people too stupid to tie their shoe laces.

Ms. Colvin’s attempt to make President Trump look feeble and pathetic must have taken a lot of energy. It impressed the intrepid editors at The Denver Post enough to give her the front page. I would suggest to Ms. Colvin, whom I’ll bet can still count her millions on one hand—or perhaps less—that many of us wish we were as stupid as President Trump so that we too could have a net worth of $4 billion.

What is wrong with people?

And now in the same spirit of the iconic piece of feces, Dan Rather, a self-avowed bloviator (look it up, it’s hilarious) named Michael Wolff rips the roof off the White House with his scathing tell all, “Fire and Fury.” Ho-hum. Again.

My goodness. And this on the tail of the most successful year of any Presidency in the history of The United States.

Wolff not only admits that much of his book is based on unverifiable hearsay, gossip and bitter conjecture, but he is riddled as a questionable author by several sources on the left. What kind of lying sack-of-excrement journalist do you have to be to get criticized by media outlets on the left???

Even the Associated Press (perhaps the lowest of print media scum) describe Wolff’s writing style as having a “focus on atmospherics,” and to be riddled with “factual mistakes.”

Alex Shepard, writing for The New Republic, is upset with Wolff because he fears Wolff’s writing “style” damages the credibility of all media (way too late to worry about that Alex). Shepard points out that Wolff glosses over glaring “inaccuracies, falsehoods and unverifiable claims with a kind of postmodern poetic license.” So 21^st Century journalism then.

In his introduction to his book, (the only part I will bother to read), Wolff himself reassures us that in spite of “conflicts…looseness with the truth, if not reality,” that he has ”settled on a version of events that (he) believes to be true.” Man, is that reassuring.

As I said, they were not handing out medical degrees in journalism school when I attended but they also were not teaching that it was OK to settle on a version of events that you believe to be true and call it journalism. That’s ok for a Hollywood production based on a true story because Hollywood has even less credibility than the lamestream media, but not as a real piece of journalism.

I wish “Clinton Cash” had gotten half this much media attention because I think that actually is a well-researched, credible piece of journalism but that may explain why the media largely ignored it—they didn’t recognize it.