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The Morning Briefing: Republicans Finally Get Serious About Purging the Squishes

https://pjmedia.com/stephen-kruiser/2026/05/20/the-morning-briefing-republicans-finally-get-serious-about-purging-the-squishes-n4953039

One of the eternally frustrating things about being a Republican is the fact that, quite often, some elected officials in the GOP are indistinguishable from the Democrats. In Congress, legislation that is important to real Republicans can be held hostage by one or two squishes who prefer attention to principles. The bitterly ironic thing is that they always use principles as their excuse for giving their constituents and colleagues a shiv in the back.

The party has been in dire need of a righteous purging for a very long time. Unfortunately, a lot of the squishes (I prefer that to "RINO") have solid financial backing behind them, and older Republicans can be averse to change. Throw in the fact that the GOP Establishment likes to follow the money, and the housecleaning becomes difficult.

It took a long time, but President Trump has remade the formerly intractable Establishment, and the party is finally starting to shed some of the dead weight, both at the state and federal levels.

Earlier this month, several Republican incumbent state senators in Indiana who had thwarted redistricting efforts that would have favored the party lost their primaries. President Trump supported all of their opponents, and a message was most definitely sent.

Last weekend, Sen. Bill Cassidy of Louisiana lost his primary after more than a decade in office. Cassidy sided with the Democrats during the J6 fake insurrection kangaroo court impeachment. Republican voters in Louisiana had to wait a while to exact their revenge, and they didn't serve it cold.
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The hits just kept on coming last night, which Catherine covered:

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Rep. Thomas Massie (R-Ky.) has lost his primary race after making himself unpopular in the GOP for blocking Trump administration policies and obsessively condemning Israel and Operation Epic Fury.

More accurately, Republican Voters finally have done some house cleaning.

Looks like a maundering verbose expression of uncertain semi-regret. My reminders of my aging are doing 5Ks 5-10 minutes slower than 10 years ago, being limited to 10Ks instead of half marathons, and not having done events in beautiful places like Gualala, Fort Bragg (CA), and Humboldt Bay (Eureka and Arcata).

End of whinge.

"Family Affair" ... the adult stars were Brian Keith and Sebastian Cabot. One bit I remember was Brian Keith;s bachelor uncle character was dating a Chinese woman who was going to bring her mother to dinner. He tried to learn some compliments in Chinese, and when he greeted her, his mispronunciations changed the words into insults, which had him utterly confused by the mother's reaction. As a kid, I found that pretty amusing, and  in IRL, changes of inflection or tones can change the intended word into something different. I thought Sebastian Cabot, the family's butler, was cool.

Celebrity chasing, I don't relate to, an many Hollyweirders have made themselves obnoxious to me. There is wisdom in, "Shut up and sing," and, "Shut up and recite your script."

TheMasterNematode made his expressions of hatred  entertaining. kt's are kind of mundane ... not less virulent, just kind of mundane.

LuckyCharms (23,067 posts)

Something is on my mind today.

I'm sick. Kind of feeling my own mortality. Thinking about things I could have done better in my life.

We had a bad flood some years ago. Very bad. As the flood was progressing, a neighbor that I didn't really know walked over early in the morning. In his pajamas. He stuck a cup of coffee in my hand. He put a cigarette in my mouth (I don't smoke anymore), lit it up for me, and introduced himself. He lived a bit up the road from me. so he was in no danger, but I was, being on lower ground.

We stood there silently and watched the water slowly rise. It took a long time to reach my house, but it made it there as the river crested.

I'm standing there with this guy that I don't know who is in his ****ing pajamas.

Him: Doesn't look good.

Me: Yup. I'm ****ed.

Him: You got a wife, right?

Me: I put her up in a hotel yesterday. I'm here with the dogs. She's in the hotel with her stuff, and going to work from there. My family is out of town. There are no pumps around here to be found, and I'm going to need some. I asked my family to drive up from NYC, or down from Buffalo, to help me out, because I'm going to need it. They're "too busy". Lowe's is out. Home Depot is closed because they are underwater, Ace hardware is out. I'm ****ed.

Him: I got a little boat pump that I can bring over.

I just looked at this obviously hung-over man, and at that moment, I thought he was an angel. I thought "This ****ing guy doesn't even know me, and he's offering to help me". This guy is a good man.

He brought over this tiny pump, which I ended up using. It felt like this guy gave me a million bucks. This is what people should do for each other.

After that, another neighbor's father drove all the way up from Queens in his pickup truck. My neighbor (who was also on higher ground) called his dad. He said "Lucky needs help. We're going to be fine here, but he needs help, he needs pumps and fittings. There's none to be found around here". So, his dad drove up from Queens with pumps, hoses, fittings...everything I needed. He was angel #2.

There were some people in our neighborhood whose homes were COMPLETELY covered with water. Nothing sticking out except maybe the chimney. My wife was safe, I would be alright eventually...so I helped them out first before tending to my own home.

I went to this one guy's house that was completely submerged. i didn't know the guy, but I knew his home was totaled for FEMA purposes. He had the job of stripping everything down to the studs, and then moving out. To a hotel. FEMA had spray painted those symbols on the front of his home, indicating that all were safe, but the house was condemned.

So I was swinging a crowbar in this guy's house, breaking out the sheetrock. I had my mouth opened, and I had moldy debris fly into my mouth and into my lungs. As I was doubled-over coughing and puking, I saw a soaking wet Raggedy Ann doll laying on the floor, and I lost my shit because the enormity of everything hit me. I just dropped to my knees, sobbing and coughing.

I took care of several neighbors before tending to my house. It was months and months of work, and I think it affected me mentally to some extent. Mainly because people came out of the woodwork to help me. Not my family though. Friends that I didn't know I had.

A few days after pajama man gave me his boat pump, he came over again and said "I need a favor, but I'm afraid to ask".

I said "What is it"?

He said: i don't have anyone. I don't have any friends that will help me. I have to get outpatient surgery and I have no one to go with me. I'm afraid . Will you go with me?

I said: Of course I will. I will bring you, and I will stay there with you, and then I will bring you home.

So that is what I did.

And I would subsequently check on him at home after his surgery. We became friends.

About 2 weeks later, he went missing.

For about a month.

They finally found him in the woods several miles from his home. He had killed himself.

I was going through my photos last night and I found a picture of him standing in my side yard, watching the water creep toward my home.

I wonder if I could have helped him. Maybe if i wasn't so distracted by the flood, I could have. Maybe I could have recognized that he was in trouble. But I did the best I could at the time. Even though I stayed at the hospital with him, even though I checked on him every day...I feel like I could have done more. If I only knew the pain he was in.

There's a thread in here about making friends. If you want to make friends...help someone. Especially if you know they need a friend. Help them freely, and expect nothing in return.

I've been such a lucky man with the people who have come into my life. I don't have a ton of friends, but the ones that I do have would probably take a bullet for me, as I would for them.

Actions speak...words can and do lie. Actions don't lie. Help someone out. Help many people out, and people will gravitate toward you. And most importantly...don't be afraid to accept help.

I wish I could have done better with the man in his pajamas. I was all he had at the time, and I did my best.

And that flood brought me close to more people than I could ever imagine. And we are still close today because of it.

And being ill right now, and not in the best mental state, I just hope that I did my best for the man in his pajamas. I'm pretty sure I did. But, I'm grieving today for what he must have gone through. He didn't tell me how much mental pain he was in.

I've been feeling so bad that I have not been around here much, and I likely won't be. I don't know.

When you are my age, and something is knocking you down, you tend to take stock of your life.

I've made mistakes, but overall, I'm happy with the life I have lived.

If you want to feel better...make others feel better, and bask in the glow of the fact that you did a good job. Not for you, but for others.

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