Whatever else you think of him, Mike Huckabee hits one out of the park as far as the Czar is concerned; in a convention speech, he had the common sense to suggest booting the UN out of the country.
Actually, that fails to go far enough for our taste; the US should drop out for a year or two (or forever), and let the coffee sippers find a way to pay their own damn bill instead of letting us take care of 25% of it.
Huckabee said, in a radio interview this morning, that there is no doubt the United States is getting nothing in return for its multi-billion-dollar-a-year payments.
The Czar looks at it like this: envision that you hired a building contractor, United Nations Construction, to help clean up your property for an astonishing amount of money. They show up late one day, set up a lot of equipment, and then start sitting around on break. Eventually, they start inviting all sorts of questionable characters to join them. And before you realized what was happening, they start having parties in your basement, letting themselves in, making fun of your kids, using your phone, stuffing up your plumbing, and sticking you with nearly all the bills.
After say 50 years of this, maybe it’s time to fire their asses? The yard, as it turns out, is still a total mess.
Huckabee just wants them to go to someone else’s place and mess their basement up. Okay, fine…as a first step.
A note to 83-year-old Kitty Werthmann: respectfully, many of those things were started by Otto von Bismarck, not the National Socialists.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.