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Fear not, dear readers, that inflation has ravaged families, that threats of lobbing nuclear weapons in Europe are on the upswing, that out-of-control illegal immigration is wrecking the country. No, the most fierce debate of the moment seems to be whether or not Haitian immigrants in and around Springfield, Ohio, are eating both domestic pets and wild animals from parks.

I’ve been taking a figurative cat nap from posting on the blog of late, but I have been keeping tabby of the situation and so feel inclined to get on(fe)line about it. Think of it as me marking my territory without spraying the walls, using the furniture as a scratching post, or roaming the neighborhood impregnating any willing receptors.

I’ve seen prominent types weighing in on the subject, but I desire more. So, in the spirit of LameStream media, where one just makes up what is necessary to promote a story, here’s my take on what high-profile types might have said about this pet consumption matter – if only we had bothered to ask.

Nancy Pelosi: Trust me, I’ve made millions investing in stocks and bonds using my special insights. If I thought I could finance my next cosmetic surgery by making a trade or two on the domestic cat meat market, I would be there in a heartbeat. Alas, the Haitians apparently butcher their own cat meat, so I’m going to have to settle for making millions trading Nvidia stock and options.

Eric Swalwell: I’m something of an expert on this, having consorted with a suspected Chinese spy for years. Both Tampon Tim Walz and I know from close contact with Chinese through the years that they love to eat cats and dogs. The World Population Review reported that China, Vietnam and Australia were three prominent countries consuming cats and dogs in 2024. If Haitian immigrants want to spread that custom to flyover states such as Ohio, I’m all for it. Besides, these Haitians, whether legal or illegal, are being put into the electoral system and I expect them to vote Democrat – early and often.

Bill Clinton: Sure, I have put cat meat in my mouth – everyone from my generation has. But I didn’t inhale, or swallow. And I didn’t have sex with that cat, Ms. Lewin . . .

Hillary Clinton: There have been times Bill came home with cat smell on his breath, but I stood by my man because, let’s face it, I had no political career beyond riding his coat tails. And what’s wrong with eating a cat, or dog, or an obnoxious Canada goose along the way. It’s not as deplorable as being a Trump supporter and trying to make America great again. I mean, that’s disgusting.

Barack Obama: I worry about people in Springfield clinging to guns, religion and their belief that there is something wrong with eating cats, dogs and wild geese. This is exactly the sort of change from traditional American values that I did my best to accomplish. And if I had a son, he’d probably be some cat-eating Haitian, perhaps named Trayvon.

Kamala Harris: So, to be clear, a cat is a member of the feline family. Big cats like lions and tigers, but not bears, oh my, are felines. I mean, coming from a middle class background, where we had to stretch to make ends meet, we never could afford the luxury of a cat, either as a pet or to eat. Excuse me, I’m talking here. So, we never had a cat, but I did ride a bus once to see one. I didn’t just fall out of a coconut tree, you know. And I assure you that if you vote for me, I will do all I can to help out the working class to do better economically. I’m thinking of a new slogan: A cat in every pot.

Taylor Swift: All you people offended by Haitians potentially eating cats or dogs, just shake it off. Kamala would have no problem with it, which is why I’m supporting her. I don’t care that those meanies at YouGov came out with a poll that only 8 percent of voters said my endorsement helped Kamala get their votes and 20 percent say it harmed her in terms of their voting. Understand, I’ve made a career lamenting bad choices in songs and I’m pretty sure my average fan has an IQ larger than their shoe size – unless they have big feet.

Unidentified Canada goose consumer: This man, who shall remain nameless, once confessed to having eaten part of a Canada goose he’d shot while hunting. Since Haitians are accused of killing and eating wild geese, his thoughts are instructive. He’s sad for Haitians, because he considered the Canada goose flesh some of the most repulsive matter he’d ever ingested. Going forward, he’d rather starve than eat more.

Stereotypical dumpy women in abortion rights political ads: Who is Trump or other political Neanderthals, to tell me what I can do with my body? If I want to eat cats, dogs, wild animals illegally harvested from public parks, I have that right. It’s my body! If I want to eat that aborted fetus, again, it’s my body.

I read of Springfield, Ohio, and it’s problems dealing with an influx of Haitian immigrants, and I imagine what Johnstown might look like today if the Myopia 2025 people hadn’t been outed with their plans to bring displaced Afghans here.

Springfield is in the news because the population there is crying out for help in dealing with a reported 15,000 to 20,000 or so Haitians, brought in since 2020 to fill vacant jobs and escape hardship on their home island. We’ve heard that sort of providing-labor-and-escaping-violence pitch used here to justify the Afghan plan.

At least as far as I can tell, the Springfield immigrant planning wasn’t done in secret. But the problems are the same, regardless.

This is not about whether Haitians are eating cats, dogs and other wildlife. I did, however, see an online image of an alleged Haitian man carrying an apparently dead Canada goose by its neck that ran with a story about Haitians eating wildlife in the Springfield area.

I don’t know if Haitians are pruning the local pet population of Springfield and neither do you.

I do know there is a race on by officials to deny, deny, deny any problems.

In some ways, this is similar to officials in Aurora ,Colorado, denying Venezuelan gangs had taken over an apartment building there, despite video evidence by aggrieved residents. Those officials eventually backtracked, at least to admit a gang problem.

I do know that a Haitian immigrant has been convicted in Springfield of charges he drove his mini-van in the wrong lane of the highway and caused a school bus to crash, killing one student,

I do know that the Ohio governor has announced plans to send more police and more money to Springfield to help that town cope with the burden of so many “Temporary Protected Status” immigrants being dumped there.

People will stress the Haitians are here legally and they are, the result of typically misguided federal regulation to solve the world’s problems. Those problems merely have been heaped on U.S. residents in a small Ohio town.

Please note, the limousine liberals don’t want the problem solving regarding immigrants to impact them, thus the outrage, for example, when some illegal immigrants were bused to upscale Martha’s Vineyard in the recent past and promptly were sent away.

Not in my backyard, it’s called.

Springfield residents have complained about many problems with Haitian immigrant behavior, as well as a spike in the cost of things such as auto insurance because of a big rise in accidents. Insurers, unlike the government, can’t create money out of thin air and so have to do the economic thing — raising prices to cover rising costs.

We are to believe the Haitian influx to Springfield has been a winner. But that doesn’t seem to be the opinion of the residents who deal with it on a daily basis.

I guess these residents, much like typical Americans who don’t see the rosy economy and cost-of-living picture painted by Kamala and Joe, are just too stupid to understand how well they are doing.

The college and pro football seasons are underway and what have we learned?

The Steelers can lead their AFC North Division at 1-0 despite not scoring a single touchdown so far in the regular season, largely reminiscent of this preseason and last year.

This is because, for all its customary hype, the AFC North is weak.

Cleveland always seems to have key injuries or under-performing healthy players.

Cincinnati is trying to win with a suspect offensive line, no marquee running backs and a shortage of wide receivers. Under those circumstances, it doesn’t matter how much you pay your star quarterback.

And the mighty Baltimore Ravens have a quarterback who continues to come up small in big games. The Ravens would seem to be the best of a bad lot – someone has to win this division.

While Democrats rail about expanding abortion options, the NFL has aborted traditional kickoff rules, creating quite the unseemly mess in the process.

The “dynamic” kickoff has debuted, looking like the rules of Rugby, traditional American football and Australian rules football were thrown into a blender, along with a dash of rioting and mass panic.

The ‘dynamic” kickoff gives us a “landing zone” sounding like a mix of D-Day and Apollo moon missions. Kickers are background players and the majority of players line up watching each other from close range way down the field. Mostly, it’s confusing and unproductive, which typifies the NFL circa 2024. Throw this into the don’t-just-stand-there-do-something, stupid, bin of thought.

The good news for me is I waste precious little time watching NFL games these days, not wanting to be assaulted with the combination Woke and pop culture (is Taylor here????????) indoctrination the broadcasts have become

I do try to watch college football, but that is becoming a challenge, too.

This week’s AP poll has Southeastern Conference teams in six of the top seven spots, a record for one conference in the 88 years the poll has been conducted.

It starts at the top with Georgia and has a seeming powerhouse Texas team second.

As for the Big Ten, Ohio State, which spent the offseason transferring in talent, is third, and Penn State, a narrow winner over Bowling Green Saturday, is eighth.

The less-than-spectacular play of Ohio State so far, and Michigan’s pounding by Texas, suggest Penn State might not be doomed to its customary losses to Ohio State and Michigan. Then again, that tight Bowling Green win for Penn State might indicate the history continues.

At least Notre Dame managed to gag one early, inexplicably losing to 28.5-point underdog Northern Illinois, and hopefully preventing the Fighting Irish from slipping into the playoffs with a schedule long on opposition like Sisters of the Poor and School for the Blind.

Another disconcerting aspect of college sports in general, and football specifically, is the presence of Name, Image and Likeness (NIL) millionaires in the games. If I wanted to watch semipro football I’d just settle for UFL games.

But, I’m watching Texas pummel Michigan early Saturday and there’s a Dr. Pepper commercial — one of their Fansville efforts — featuring Texas quarterback Quinn Ewers. Ewers is reported to be earning $1.7 million annually in NIL money.

Even worse, his backup quarterback at Texas, Arch Manning, is raking in $3.1 million in NIL money each year. As Hunter Biden discovered, there’s money in a last name. Just pay the taxes.

Finally, we come to analytics that have come to dominate football, and other sports.

Some guys sat around with their computers analyzing optimum strategy and too many coaches blindly follow the data.

There was an interesting discussion of this on a CBS postgame show Sunday from a panel that included former Steelers coach Bill Cowher.

First, the larger the number of samples in a statistical study, the more accurate the results should be. If you have, say, 1,000 outcomes and the preferred strategy works 70 percent of the time, that’s 700 successes, but also 300 failures.

What bugs me, and apparently Cowher, too, is that some of the failures are more costly than others, and some of the successes are less meaningful.

You face fourth-and-two at your own 30-yard line. Even if you go for it and make the first down, most often you need many more successes to have it pay off in the form of points.

But, if you fail, the other team is poised to score, in many cases without advancing the ball an inch.

Analytics also fail to take into consideration that the games are played by humans, with all the attendant influences of emotion. Success produces confidence and momentum. Failures produce uncertainty and fear. Things can snowball, in either direction, based on that one chance taken

Cowher, and at least one other member of the panel, preferred to have coaches make decisions based on feel in the moment – confidence in their team’s ability to make the play at that given time, not in the other 999 or more chances of the large sample.

I think the panelists hit the nail on the head when they said over-reliance on analytics is widespread largely because it gives failing coaches an out. It didn’t work, but, hey, they were just following the analytics.

My own personal analytics indicate I’ll be watching more Major League Baseball this month and next, and a lot less college and pro football.

I tried again moments ago to get back to the man at the county Republican Party office along Scalp Avenue to update him with details of vetted Afghans and incidents at U.S. military bases in Afghanistan.

This was in the wake of a discussion Thursday at 5:30 p.m.-ish during which he seemed to doubt my recollection of vetted Afghans doing such things.

He wanted names, dates, specific places. At the time, I told him to give me his name and I’d go home and research this for him and provide details. He neglected to provide his name.

But, after I got back home last night, I spent some time on the computer and dug up that specific info, even including it in a blog post I wrote and posted Thursday night so others could see for themselves.

I had called back last night to try to tell him my results, but it was beyond office hours and I got a recorded message. I didn’t see the need to leave the lengthy message required to try to specify the nameless person for whom the message had been left, and the laundry list of facts he had requested.

This morning I tried again – at 10:50 a.m., in the heart of supposed hours in which the office is open — and, again a voicemail. Again, I left no message.

I’m not sure I want to dedicate my life to trying to provide facts to this man. But, I tried.

As promised in an earlier post, I went out early this evening and procured some Trump yard signs, but not without inspiring some spirited give and take.

I got the signs after dinner at a Chinese buffet, stopping at the Cambria County Republican headquarters along Scalp Avenue.

There I was engaged outside by a man who’d been involved with some activity. I mentioned this curbside greeting and the man said he merely was outside indulging his “filthy habit,” which seemed to be vaping.

We went inside. I told him I needed a Trump sign. There were many stacked against the wall with a note requesting a $5 donation. I just happened to have a $5 bill in my hand in anticipation, so I offered it to him and reached for a sign.

Said man told me that since he was in a generous mood, I could take two. I did, but not without mentioning he might not be feeling so generous if he knew about my Burns Republican sign that had just been planted earlier in the day.

And it was on. You’d have thought I’d called Trump a communist. Oh, I’d hit a nerve, for sure. It’s a gift I have.

I don’t know for sure, but my wife and son who were waiting in the car, said it went about 20 minutes, this discourse over Burns. During our chat, people came and went, and as reported by my son, with one young child telling his mother (I presume) after they’d left that we seemed to arguing in there. She nervously laughed and said “just debating.”

It’s hard to recount word for word, but basically this man and another worker-volunteer who emerged to help man number one, asserted that Burns is a bad guy who sells Cambria County down the river by favoring property tax relief for Pittsburgh and Philadelphia but blocking such relief for us.

Burns also is a bad guy saying nasty things about his pure and innocent opponent. I pointed out that Burns’ opponent has mailers accusing Burns of some pretty bad stuff, too. He tried to pass that off as just her supporters. Funny, I don’t hear her denouncing the mailers hitting Burns for allegedly never showing up for work or not helping the area.

The Myopia 2025 plan to bring Afghan refugees to the area was a hot-button issue and Burns’ opponent is in the group up to her eyebrows. Man No. 1 said it undeniably would have been a good thing because they’d helped us in Afghanistan, this man served there, and they had been vetted, so they would not have produced any harm if they’d come here. Again, we owed it to them as allies.

I pointed out the U.S. giving allies a raw deal is nothing new. I mentioned the Bay of Pigs fiasco in Cuba. I might have mentioned the abandonment of South Vietnam. And the Afghanistan botched pullout was just the latest example. I also mentioned the U.S. looking to intervene against ally Japan to keep Nippon Steel from acquiring U.S. Steel.

Also, I recalled at least one situation in which a “vetted” Afghan shot up a U.S. military base there.

The man was incensed. When? Where? What was his name? He rattled off the questions in rapid-fire fashion.

I told him to give me his name and I’d go home and get the details for him. He didn’t give me his name. I did go home and found verification of what I’d said. I called the Republican headquarters to tell him tonight, but the office was closed. I will be back in touch.

But, just for your benefit, dear readers, there was an attack July 7, 2018, near Tarin Kowt Airfield. One U.S. soldier was killed, others were injured, and the attack was by an Afghan solider, presumably a “vetted” one.

A story posted June 26, 2020, on Armytimes.com under the byline of Kyle Rempfer said the investigation into the incident “called into question the reliability of the vetting process for Afghan partner forces.”

Further in, the story details “There were four insider attacks against U.S. personnel in 2018, one in 2019 and one so far in 2020.”

Can you say failed vetting?

I guess I don’t have all the names of the perpetrators, but I think I’ve made my point that even though I wasn’t in Afghanistan I know about things that happened there, including vetted Afghans acting badly.

The man didn’t know me before. But soon he will know I can back up with facts what I say.

My first political signage of the 2024 election has been planted on the front lawn, a Republicans For Frank Burns example that arrived this afternoon while I was out enjoying the weather with a ride in the Mustang convertible.

I put it on prominent display shortly after arriving home and spotting it leaning against a dining room chair near my desk.

The purveyor of said sign had told those who were home at the time that it had been “ordered” by someone. I’m not sure about the terminology, but someone in the Burns election effort familiar with my blog had suggested sometime back that I ought to have such a sign since I’m with the other party, but have voted for Burns and plan on continuing to do so.

That is partly because I liken Burns to Donald Trump, a guy who has gone against the wishes of his party when it benefits the populace. Think Burns exposing planned, or active, flooding of Johnstown with Afghans, or Philadelphians, for example.

Because of that departure by Burns from Democratic dogma, Republicans sense weakness and are running a candidate long on name recognition, but short on real-world accomplishments. The fact she also is heavily funded by a Philadelphia benefactor disturbs me.

In what mirrors the presidential campaigns, but largely with roles reversed, all manner of ridiculous accusations about Burns have been thrown against the wall by the Republican challenger to see what sticks. They are, again like the presidential case, classic examples of projection.

I actually saw a come-on for Kamala Harris the other day that said Trump’s handlers are afraid to let him go out on his own.

Did these cretins notice Trump spoke for 90 minutes, often off the cuff, in Johnstown recently? Have they been hiding out with Clueless Joe Biden at the beach, or in his bunker, ignoring this big, beautiful world?

Do they know that Trump has done maybe a thousand interviews, while Kamala has done one, and only when it was prerecorded and edited and she could bring support human Tim Walz along to hold her hand and stuff a rag in her mouth if she began one of her trademark cackles when she had no answers for legitimate questions?

Too bad they’ve stopped running ads for those Presto Salad Shooters, Kamala would be a natural spokesperson with her word salad issuances that make little to no sense, but kill time and are better – marginally – than hyena imitations.

I wish more people would take the time to get past party affiliation and take a serious look at candidates and their positions on issues. If only Democrats and Republicans alike could vote for the best candidate, regardless of party affiliation.

Ironically, it is the supposedly doctrinaire Republicans who more often exhibit this quality. In the past I have voted for many Democrats, from former Pennsylvania Governor Ed Rendell (the first time) to U.S. Rep. John Murtha (often) and Cambria County Commissioer Tom Chernisky (also often).

If only this were more common.

I also dream of world peace and being rich, not necessarily in that order, so I’m used to disappointment.

But, I am happy to have the Burns sign and it will remain on display at least through the election. Its presence reminds me I have been lax in securing some manner of Trump sign. That’s now high on my to-do list.

My ‘Hood has lost American Dream. Not The American Dream, as in the concept of being able to elevate one’s position in life through hard work and diligence.

Our lost American Dream is the man who moved into Section 8 housing in the neighborhood a few years back, a young black man (from Philadelphia, of course) with a mate and a growing number of kids in tow, who told one neighbor he was living the American Dream, residing in a nice neighborhood with a family and dog and not having to bother to go to work.

Said neighbor told me about American Dream’s joy and I was almost jealous that I’d had to work and save to get here. But, I brushed aside quickly such envy and nicknamed him American Dream.

There were reports of more children through the years, not necessarily reinforced by sightings. But there were noises of playing children from within the house. My wife and American Dream even addressed the possibility of his eldest son and our youngest granddaughter being in the same kindergarten class.

American Dream was notable for yelling while playing video games, these verbal outbursts at first incorrectly were mistaken for domestic discord.

Generally speaking, American Dream was an ideal neighbor. He didn’t have a car and so did not partake in the street’s parking grab game.

He didn’t have wild parties. He didn’t make noise at night, as our street’s current overcompensating young guy does.

All interactions between me or my wife and American Dream were cordial, even amusing.

Once, he wandered over to borrow my cell phone while I was washing my 2004 Mustang GT and asked if the car was as old as me. Considering I was 67 years of age the time and car was a 2004, not even close. If it were a 1955 vehicle of some description – Mustangs were not yet on the road when I was born – then we were talking.

And so it went through time, with American Dream asking to borrow a phone or tool, and once proudly announcing to us that he’d finally bought a lawnmower to address his overgrown grass, although it was used but once by our count. He also seemed able to afford to pay a lawn service without working.

The house was notable for virtually constant deliveries, often of things such as a cup of coffee and perhaps a muffin. Other times, it was large orders of goods from places such as Walmart.

More recently, American Dream approached me to provide him rides to work. Yes, he’d gotten a job, but had no transportation. He wanted to pay me to ferry him around, but as I pointed out to him, our overbearing government makes such things massive tax headaches. I’d discovered this by being an “independent contractor” as a freelance writer, or having the temerity to win some money one year doing LEGAL online gambling. Take my word for it, the paperwork is cumbersome and makes it not worth the effort.

Because of this, I wasn’t interested. Still, we’d exchange a wave or hello as the ride provider he eventually lined up dropped him off. All seemed well.

But earlier this week a utility truck pulled up and seemed to be terminating service as noticed by my wife. The presumed landlord showed up, pounding on the door and demanding to be let into the house – think of the fairy tale of the big, bad wolf and three pigs – but was unable to blow the house down.

The next best thing for the landlord was to call a scout on a motorcycle who arrived and seemed to enter the house with the landlord. Shortly thereafter, a platoon of workers with trucks showed up and, to put it mildly, created the kind of stir American Dream never had.

This included throwing stuff out, including at least one door and other large items through second-floor windows. Televisions also failed flight tests as did a sofa and assorted furniture.

An inquiring neighbor, while walking her two enormous dogs, requested a heads-up regarding the din and was told by one of the workers that the tenants had departed without notice and left the house in what he termed, a real mess the neighbor wouldn’t believe.

This Wrecking Crew (not to be confused with the band of excellent Los Angeles studio musicians who backed up groups such as the Beach Boys on many of their hit records and went by that Wrecking Crew nickname) knocked off at about 8 last night, but showed up this morning to resume emptying the house’s contents the easy way.

At this rate, the place will be all but gutted in no time at all.

Soon, another Section 8 tenant will be in place. My tax dollars at work.

I think I’m going to miss American Dream, wherever he is.

What is it with Democrats misstating their military records?

In a general sense, why do denizens of the party that hates the military, police, ICE, and all other forms of traditional enforcement, love to embellish falsely their military records?

Begin with VP hopeful Tampon Tim Walz. Tampon Tim served in the military, but not in combat. So, when Tampon Tim claims to have carried weapons of war in war, suggesting that happened when others carrying weapons of war were shooting back at him, he lies.

Called on this, Tampon Tim said it was just a “grammar” error. No, Tim, a grammar error is misusing who or whom.

Flat out indicating you were in combat is more than grammar. Worse, when called on it, an honest grammar mistake would be corrected. But Walz kept rationalizing and deflecting. As in these cases, he didn’t man up and admit to having misled. And Tampon Tim will get a pass on this from Lamestream media, as he will on the many other foibles of him and running mate Kamala Chameleon Harris.

This speaks to character, or a lack thereof, which we’ve come to expect increasingly from those on the left. Yes, the right lies, too, at times. But the left has elevated it to an art form.

Speaking of lack of character, passing the buck, and generally obfuscating, perhaps you have heard that Maryland Governor Wes Moore won the prestigious Bronze Star while serving in the military.

Now, the New York Times, of all unlikely sources, has noted that Wes fibbed.

Moore was put up for the Bronze Star and included this as a given on an application for a White House fellowship.

Alas, the Bronze Star was not to be for Moore, but he has never thought it necessary to correct the record on this and other occasions, including many times since during his political career when interviewers referred to the Bronze Star and Moore just went with the flow.

Now, confronted with the lie, Moore calls it an “honest mistake.”

Are you sure it wasn’t “grammar,” Wes? Or maybe the dog ate your Bronze Star?

I don’t’ blame Tampon Tim or Moore for refusing to apologize. Just deny, deny, deny and eventually it goes away.

Now if only some of these liars would go away, too.

If you’re standing in line outside the War Memorial wondering if I’m somewhere in the crowd with you waiting to see and hear Donald Trump, I’m not there.

An uptick in blog traffic suggests some people think I would at least be weighing in on the Trump visit.

I reserved two tickets to the Trump Johnstown rally as soon as I learned of it. At last count, there are seven email messages waiting in my inbox just today telling me how to progress in terms of what I should, or shouldn’t do when attending.

I’m lucky to have a source on the scene telling me of blaring music since 7 a.m., a massive video board and American Flag, people lined up including one line that snakes over the bridge toward the site of the former Johnstown High School at the corner of Napoleon and Somerset Streets and proceeds along Somerset and under where the Rt 56 bypass overpass crosses Somerset.

This same source just called (at about 1:10 p.m.) to tell me lines were beginning to creep forward slowly, long after doors supposedly were to have opened.

There also is a considerable convoy of vendor trailers at the site. I guess there probably is a small knot of misguided souls counterprotesting, too.

Why am I not there? Let me count the reasons.

First, there is a sort of been-there, done-that element to this for me. I was at the same War Memorial venue in September 2004 when the George W. Bush re-election campaign stopped in Johnstown. It was hours spent standing in line, ironically on the same Napoleon Street bridge.

There was a long line that I was in, another line stringing from the War Memorial front doors toward Walnut Street, and a third, late-forming line that began at the doors and ran out Market Street. This Market Street third line annoyed me; the fact that people can’t follow the rules and leapfrog those who had done what they thought was the right thing or that those in charge didn’t deal with it.

Fortunately, my party got into the rally. Considering the size and enthusiasm of Trump crowds, I wasn’t that optimistic this time and I really didn’t want to spend hours in line only to be denied admittance. It was, after all, first-come, first served.

Second, if it had been an outdoors rally, with no limit to crowd size, I’d have gone.

Third, I can watch the rally live on television, as promised by Newsmax and other cable outlets.

On that last note, I’ve found through the years, with the advent of larger, high-definition TV screens, digital imagery and other advancements in terms of how things are covered, the home experience often is superior to in-person attendance.

Take it from a guy who has been to Super Bowls, World Series games, Stanley Cup hockey playoff games, NCAA men’s basketball tournament games, an abundance of college football bowl games, the Indianapolis 500, NASCAR races, major golf tournaments, etc., etc., etc, watching at home on television is often nicer.

It’s certainly more convenient when you want a drink or snack, or need to run to the bathroom to purge those drinks and snacks.

To sum up, I’m old and looking to keep life simple. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t crawl on my hands and knees over broken glass to vote for Trump. I just wouldn’t do that to attend a rally.

But this latest evidence of the enthusiasm of Trump supporters, as indicated anew by this Johnstown stop, makes the supposed previous election victory of Clueless Joe Biden all the harder to believe. The Clueless One drew token crowds to his infrequent events and basically hid out in his basement in lieu of campaigning.

Yet we are to believe not only that he won, but he also got the most votes in this country’s history.

Clueless Joe now whiles away his days on the beach, while VP Kamala Chameleon shows up on CNN with support animal Tim Walz and a handpicked interviewer to do a taped, edited, first interview.

Kamala Chameleon’s crowds need a rock concert ahead of them to boost the figures. The projecting leftists, especially those in the Lamestream media, say Trump is running scared and the right is standing in awe of Kamala Chameleon.

The last is partly true in my case. I’m in awe that a cackling hyena devoid of policy knowledge or original ideas, wearing stereotypically large pants suits, can be claimed to be running neck-and-neck, if not ahead of, Trump.

You believe what you want. I’m not buying it.

At last, a truly bipartisan issue has been discovered, that being making money, or at least trying, by trading Nvidia stock.

Democratic and Republican members of Congress alike reveal themselves to have gathered in the pursuit of profits with this high-flying stock. Why, just Wednesday I joined in myself, buying a few shares – emphasis on a few – in the aftermarket session when Nvidia’s earnings report was not as wildly positive as usual.

The stock was down and I bought the dip, catching it a bit early in its fall, but that’s the way it goes.

And I closed out my position in the premarket session today, as a standing sell order hit while I slept. Alas, I only bought 10 shares in this experiment and netted a mere $39.97, but one never goes broke booking profits.

The main reason for my buy was to be able to claim correctly with documentation, unlike most of Cackling Kamala Chameleon’s assertions, that I did or didn’t do something.

Thereby, I joined a disparate political group regarding Nvidia that includes Republican firebrand Marjorie Taylor Greene and Democratic facelift queen Nancy Pelosi.

Admittedly, I am a mere piker compared to these two.

According to the web site capitoltrades.com, Greene bought $1,000 to $15,000 of the stock Aug. 21. Alas, her timing appears to have been less than impeccable, with the stock trading high that day of $129.35 a share and the low, $126.66. As I type this just before 11 a.m. Thursday 8-29-24, Nvidia is trading at $121.22.

What about Nancy Pelosi, whose husband Paul is an investment banker perhaps best known for standing tall in his underwear to fend off an alleged male attacker armed with a hammer who had intruded on the Pelosi San Francisco castle?

As you might suspect, Nancy goes big, whether it’s ushering Clueless Joe off the Democratic presidential ticket and onto a Delaware beach, or buying Nvidia. According to that capitol trades site, Nancy reported buying $1 million to $5 million worth of Nvidia on July 26.

The price action that day had a high of $131.26 and a low of $124.37. So, unless Nancy got some sort of discount, she’s underwater, too.

This trade hasn’t gone great for her and Paul, yet. But moomoo.com reports the Pelosi investment team previously made $4 million or so on one Nvidia options position.

The traffic from politicians in the stock is great. Again citing capitoltrades.com, Democrats have reported 135 Nvidia trades in the past three years and Republicans, 82.

Now that’s bipartisanship we can all stand behind.