Louisiana Voice

Kent State University, above and Jackson State, below:

These are bullet holes from police weapons

National Guardsmen kill four at Kent State.

Both the Jackson State and Kent State events were in 1970

Stand by, the National Guard may be coming to your hometown next as we move closer and closer to an authoratative police state.

I recently had the opportunity to talk one-on-one with Sen. Bill Cassidy and my first question was, “When are you going to get enough of Robert Kennedy and stand up for your constituents’ interests?”

Cassidy, if you don’t remember, is a doctor and the man responsible for RFK Jr. being confirmed as Secretary of Health – knowing full well Kennedy’s brain-worm antagonistic position on vaccines.

Cassidy’s lame response to my question was, “We’ll see. We’re waiting to see what he does next.”

My followup question was, “How long do you have to wait?”

“Just wait,” he said with a politician’s smile, and he walked away.

Well, that time apparently came yesterday during a three-hour Senate hearing at which RFK Jr. was called to task by several senators – such as it was. Cassidy took his turn in expressing his “concern” over Junior’s opposition to vaccines. But then Cassidy, in an effort to ensure that his criticism of Junior was not a reflection on Cadet Bone Spurs, chimed in with the bizarre question to Junior as to whether the secretary thought ol’ Yam Tits deserved the NOBEL PEACE PRIZE.

WHAT?!!

He was one of 10 Senate Repugnantcans who voted to convict Trump in his second impeachment trial and now he thinks he should be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize?

IT JUST DON’T ADD UP!

Of all the sucking up that was imaginably possible, Cassidy used that particular forum as an opportunity to kiss Agent Orange’s ass – in front of the whole world. Well, that should make Don Whoreleone happy, maybe even enough to secure an endorsement in Cassidy’s reelection bid next year. But Cheeto Benito ain’t gonna forget that Cassidy voted in favor of his impeachment in 2021. Kim Don Un doesn’t remember much, but he’s gonna remember that and no amount of puckering by Cassidy’s gonna change that.

And the Nobel Peace Price for the Mango Mussolini? Give me a freakin’ break. The only “peace” that he knows anything about is spelled differently and can be found in the Epstein files.

So, in the final analysis, the courage displayed so fleetingly by Bill Cassidy was at the same time flavored with lip gloss for derriere smooching.

From this level down here, it’s pretty hard to look up to Donald Trump for inspiration. I’m just an every day person who tries to think for himself. For example, I think:

If I were as smart as Cadet Bone Spurs claims he is, I’d proudly release my college transcripts.

If is were completely above-board with my finances, I’d release my tax returns like other presidents.

If I cared about appearances, I would never accept that 747-8 luxury jetliner from Qatar.

If I really cared about the American middle class, I would not push tax breaks for the rich and I certainly would refrain from using the Oval Office to run grifting schemes on my supporters

If I really had America’s interests at heart, I would never have confiscated my translator’s notes following a 2017 meeting with Putin, nor would I have relied solely on a Kremlin interpreter in that May 2025 meeting with Putin.

If I were a genius as he claims to be, I’d learn some new words besides “hoax” and “witch hunt.”

If I were as innocent as he claims, I would certainly encourage release of the Epstein files.

Just sayin’.

I guess it was inevitable. Donald Trump loves to refer to himself as “47,” sometimes as both “45/47” in homage to his being the 45th and 47th president. It’s purely an ego thing – kind of like that military parade in his honor on July 4 that drew some 8,000 spectators (we get far more than that at the Denham Springs Mardi Gras parade each year).

So, when Jeff Landry decides to open up a new ICE facility at the Louisiana State Penitentiary at Angola, he naturally decided to name it “Camp 57.” Want to guess who the 57th governor of Louisiana is? You got it: Jeff Landry. The dude named it after himself. “Take that, Rhonda Santis, and your ‘Alligator Alcatraz!’ You got your white shrimp boots; I wore military fatigues at Wednesday’s presser. Didn’t I look intimidatingly soldierly?”

Like I said in an earlier post, Landry has never had an original idea in his life.

Frankly, if he’s dead-set on naming it after himself, I think a better name would’ve been “Camp Mini-Me.”