The Post-Partisan Emporium

  Pardon my Biden: Drones Over America 2.0 Waiting for the punchline Donald Jeffries Joe Biden’s presidency should be treated as some kind of practical joke played on the American people. A cognitively challenged senior citizen, clearly unqualified for the role he was hired to play. Mumbling incoherently, inventing conflicting whoppers about his past, looking to “Dr. Jill” to literally guide him around the stage. Like leading men who gravitate to character actors as they age, Biden went from war loving, police loving “neoliberal” to the “Woke” monstrosity we’ve come to know and love. He was never the kind of “liberal” that I would been attracted to in my misguided, ACLU-card carrying youth. Ironically, while virtue signaling more than all the previous presidents combined did over the past two hundred plus years, Biden left behind some truly racist remarks on the record. While rightly opposing busing in 1977, the young politician declared that he didn’t want his children to grow up ...

  The Vanishing Point Where improbably becomes impossible RADIO FAR SIDE Let’s perform a little thought experiment today. I apologize that this will involve some math. Believe me, I got a headache doing it, so bear with me as I regale you with my Quadrivium training (Reasoning with Numbers). Imagine a sphere with a radius of 150 yards, with the center point located on a roof (dangerously sloped of course). The sphere represents everything within the field of view of a shooter, and the radius is the distance of the target from the center point. Let’s convert that into a circumference (C) measured in feet (ft) (metric fans, you’re on your own): 1 yard=3 ft, so thus 150 yards=150×3=450 ft Now, C=2π×450, thus C=900π, with π≈3.14159 C≈900×3.14159=2827.43 ft At this point, we can project a 6-foot tall man onto the known circumference of our circle, at a distance of 450 ft. This becomes a simple ratio that is expressed in degrees of angular size relative to the circumf...

Hard About Aye! Who pulled the lever? RADIO FAR SIDE No one can say with a straight face that 2024 has not been a strange year, and we’re only half way through it. It’s like sitting on a monster roller coaster waiting to roll out and you’re not sure whether to be thrilled or terrified. In the wheelhouse of a ship, there is (or used to be) a device called an Engine Order Telegraph (EOT). It’s that dial thingy with the handle and bells and the speeds printed on the face that the bridge officer grabs to indicate course and speed to the engine room. Now imagine one of those installed on the Good Ship Mass Media Inc., as a mysterious hand reaches out and pulls the handle from FULL AHEAD to FULL ASTERN. The engines roar, the ship shudders and the entire vessel slowly begins to change course — in this case 180 degrees astern. Something happened in the last month to switch the narradigm into full reverse. With blinding efficiency, the GeezerMedia has switched to “Biden Bad” and “Trump Sympathe...

  Patrick Lawrence: Power for the Sake of Power  Biden staring blankly during the 2024 debate against Trump. Source:   Twitter By Patrick Lawrence /   Original to ScheerPost When I awoke Saturday morning, I found my thoughts wandering back a decade, when my siblings and I plotted to get our father’s car keys out of his frail, unsteady hands. Watching Joe Biden in a television interview will do this to you. “I am running the world,” was one of the more unfathomable remarks our burbling president made when he sat Friday evening for a 22–minute exchange with ABC’s George Stephanopoulos. It is a frightening thought, and thank goodness it is delusory. But anyone this out of touch with the world he thinks he runs should not be running anything.  If I were Jill Biden—Dr. Jill Biden—I would seize the keys to the ’67 Corvette and hide them at the back of a kitchen drawer.  The Stephanopoulos interview was supposed to begin mending the all-but-fatal damage wreaked du...