She Could Steal, But She Could Not Rob

It's 2019 and there is about a year and a half before the next Presidential Election in 2020. You would think the snowflakes would have calmed down by now. Robert Mueller has submitted his report and says he's not indicting any more liars, which is kind of sad because we all saw some big fish get away - namely, Hillary Rotten Clinton and her gang of subversives running the top law enforcement agency in the country. Considering Strzok, Page, Comey and McCabe and their communications, lying to the FBI almost seems a non-sequitur at this point. But I digress.

Whether some people like it or not, Donald Trump is the President of our United States as I type these words. The last election is behind us. Most of us have parked our political passions for the moment knowing we can take them out and dust them off as the next election draws near.

Well, most of us, anyway.

Last Friday my wife and I decided to go to the local art institute downtown and see a movie that has gotten some pretty good reviews. It was not a political movie in any manner whatsoever. It was Apollo Eleven, a movie that was made using existing footage taken mostly by NASA and the astronauts themselves. The movie was excellent; the images, colors and scenery were literally out of this world. Better yet, there were no Hollywood bozos in it at all. It was real, not scripted or acted out. My wife and I really enjoyed the movie and would recommend it to everybody. It was outstanding.

I'm always confused as to why some people applaud at the end of the movie. To me, applause is reserved for those talented people that can actually hear and see how much the audience liked their work. At the end of the movie, as some people do at the Munstitute (my nickname for the Munson-Williams-Proctor Art Institute) where the movie was shown, there was some scattered applause. Ok, whatever. What I think about applause doesn't really matter. But what followed next did.

As we were standing up in front of our seats waiting for the aisle to clear so we could exit, some gray-haired well-fed female homo sapiens (I'm gender assuming, nowadays we can't be too sure) loudly uttered If we can put men on the moon, we should be able to put a Democrat in the White House.

I was stunned. My wife asked if I heard it, and in my daze at hearing the words, asked that she repeat them so as to be sure I hadn't mistaken them. I was not mistaken, in fact, I was taken aback.

I came to enjoy a movie, not hear some old hag spout off her political opinions. My wife and I paid for that privilege, and you took it away from us, Ms. Big-Mouth. We are well aware that people have different political feelings and there is a time and place for you to express them.

But not there, not at the movie. As the title of this blog infers, you stole something from us, lady. You chose to melt like a snowflake at a movie that had nothing to do with politics. By expressing your (unwanted) political opinions at a non-political event, you demonstrated to us what complete dunderheads some of you are. Thanks for ruining what had been a very enjoyable evening up to that point, Ms. Horses-Ass.

So, in humble commemoration of that august event, let me leave you with something: A picture of what is currently floating around on many 20-dollar bills. Sooner or later you will probably handle one and if you spazz out over it, well, that's just too bad. Haters gonna hate, and here's to you, lady. In the future, please keep your political opinions to yourself in public and especially a movie theater.

PS: Judging from what I see right now, he's probably going to live there quite a while. Get used to it.