The President of the United States addressed his supporters on January 6, 2020. Here is a short video excerpt.
And here’s a transcript of some of the President’s comments.
“But this year, using the pretext of the China virus and the scam of mail-in ballots, Democrats attempted the most brazen and outrageous theft — and there’s never been anything like this; it’s a pure theft — in American history. Everybody knows it.
“That election — OUR election — was over at 10 o’clock in the evening. We were leading in Pennsylvania, Michigan, Georgia — by hundreds of thousands of votes. And then late in the evening, or early in the morning — BOOM! These explosions of bullshit. And all of a sudden…”
At this point, the President had to pause… because the wildly enthusiastic crowd was going crazy and began chanting in unison, “Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit…”
I had to ask Daily Post editor Bill Hudson if the word “bullshit” could be published in a family-friendly online magazine. His response was, “Hey, if ‘bullshit’ can come out of the mouth of our President at a large public rally in Washington DC, it definitely belongs in the Daily Post.”
I’m not quoting Mr. Hudson exactly, but that was the general idea.
I find the overall concept intriguing. “Explosions of bullshit.” I understand that, in the context of the President’s speech, the word “bullshit” doesn’t refer to the physical waste material generated by a male of the Bovinae Bos taurus species. (That’s the scientific name for a bull, for any readers who appreciate science.) As far as I know, that kind of bullshit is not typically known to explode.
The kind of bullshit our President wanted his “Save America” rally participants to consider, meanwhile, relied on a popular slang use of the term, meaning, generally, “invented facts, easily identified as false.”
I am reminded of the well-known adage: “One man’s bullshit is another man’s floor.”
Why anyone would make their floor out of bullshit, I cannot imagine. But thankfully, it’s only a metaphor. There are plenty of other proverbs that sound just as ridiculous, if you analyze them too closely. For example, “A watched pot never boils.” I have many times watched a pot and seen it boil.
My comment about “a watched pot” has nothing to do with the President’s colorful complaint, of course… even though we all watched, as the “Save America” rally boiled over into an armed invasion of the US Capitol Building shortly after the President’s speech about exploding bullshit. What the President had reminded his gathered supporters about — and I suspect the gathered supporters didn’t really need to be reminded — was that the President was ahead in several state election tallies at 10pm on the evening of November 3,…and if the county clerks had simply stopped counting the 150 million ballots at 10pm, then we wouldn’t be hearing that the US Congress has now certified the election of the President’s arch nemesis, Sleepy Joe Biden.
But somewhere around 11pm on November 3, or shortly thereafter, the President explained, the bullshit had begun exploding. He wasn’t clear about which swing states had first experienced the exploding bullshit, but practically all of them were pretty much splattered by the morning of November 4. (The bullshit in Georgia, however, didn’t finish exploding until after the ballots had been counted three times, including a hand-count completed on November 19. Thankfully, the ballot counters were wearing latex gloves and plastic face shields, due to the ongoing COVID pandemic, so they had a measure of protection when the bullshit began to explode.)
There wasn’t much the President could do about these explosions of bullshit, even though his lawyers filed more than 60 lawsuits alleging election fraud. The courts looked at all the lawsuits, and said, essentially, “Well, Mr. President, these lawsuits are bullshit.” Not the exploding kind, but more like the kind that just sits there and does nothing at all.
But the President had thousands of his supporters standing there on January 6, as he spoke for over an hour… people who were more than willing to chant “Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.” So he called on these, his loyal followers, to do what he, by himself, could not do. He asked them to help stop the Congress from certifying the exploding bullshit election results, with these words:
Our exciting adventures and boldest endeavors have not yet begun, my fellow Americans, for our movement, for our children and for our beloved country, and I say this, despite all that’s happened, the best is yet to come.
So we’re going to, we’re going to walk down Pennsylvania Avenue, I love Pennsylvania Avenue, and we’re going to the Capitol and we’re going to try and give… The Democrats are hopeless. They’re never voting for anything, not even one vote. But we’re going to try and give our Republicans, the weak ones — because the strong ones don’t need any of our help — we’re going to try and give them the kind of pride and boldness that they need to take back our country.
So let’s walk down Pennsylvania Avenue. I want to thank you all. God bless you, and God bless America…
Underrated writer Louis Cannon grew up in the vast American West, although his ex-wife, given the slightest opportunity, will deny that he ever grew up at all.