Plumb the Joker

If the media weasels are still wondering why so many folks across the political spectrum loathe and lampoon them, I humbly submit Exhibits A-Z:

"Joe the Plumber,” the Ohio workingman who came to symbolize U.S. taxpayer frustration in the 2008 presidential election, is still angry. And like many angry voters, he likes insurgent Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump — in part because the New York billionaire dated attractive women.

“He's a winner. He's made billions. He's dated beautiful women. His wife is a model. That's not to sniff at. And a lot of people believe he can bring that kind of success to the White House,” said Samuel Joseph Wurzelbacher, 42, who shot to prominence during the 2008 campaign after then-Republican nominee John McCain seized on a confrontation Wurzelbacher had with then-Democratic candidate Barack Obama.

Sitting in his Ohio house, a Ruger handgun on a table next to him, Wurzelbacher told Reuters he has yet to decide who to support but says he understands why so many people are drawn to the caustic Trump, a real-estate developer and former reality TV show host, and is unhappy with the Republican Party establishment lining up against him.

He said Trump's position as an insurgent candidate who is willing to defy party leaders was a more important reason to vote for him than his wealth and the model-looks of his wife Melania. But he said he believed other voters were drawn to his larger-than-life image and glamorous lifestyle.

This dope's fifteen minutes were up years ago, well before the current decade began. If you had any questions about what sort of intellectually dishonest poser this guy is, get a load of this:

Wurzelbacher, who had assailed unions along with Obama's decision to use taxpayer money to rescue the car manufacturers Chrysler and General Motors from bankruptcy in 2009, drew much criticism when it emerged that he took a job at a Chrysler plant in Toledo, Ohio, in 2014 - and joined a local union to get it.

"That was an experiment," Wurzelbacher said. He said he never intended to work at Chrysler full-time. He wanted to see inside a union factory so he could write about it, he said. He worked on the paint line for three months, and then left.

Uh-huh. So where's the book, Mister Truth 2 Power? Because according to his Amazon author page, the only book Wurzelbacher has participated in (I refuse to say "written") was published in the previous decade -- again, the last time he had even marginal relevance. (I sincerely encourage you to click on the book link, if only to check out the first review, a five-star laugher by the one and only JC Christian. The very real one-star reviews, which comprise the majority, are brutal. Even some self-proclaimed conservatives can't stand this guy.)

Wurzelbacher claims to run a couple websites; the political one, joeforamerica.com (because joefuckyourself.com would have been a little too on the nose), appears to be the usual clearinghouse of heavily-embedded talking points, interspersed with chicks-in-bikinis videos, for the more discriminating political masturbator. There are multiple bylines appended to the "articles," though none seem to be attributed to Wurzelbacher himself. Chances are that, like his idol Drumpf, Wurzelbacher merely rented his name to some enterprising propagandist who figured they could turn a buck flogging what's left of this mook's name.

You can't really blame SamJoe for doing an interview (though why he needs a gun by his side to do an interview is perhaps a question we really don't want answered); after all, the wingnut welfare gravy train he once rode demands fresh blood and sacrifice with some regularity. He could ask his other dream queen La Palin about that one. No doubt half the people who saw the Reuters article went, "Oh yeah, that guy. I kinda remember him."

And it wouldn't be any surprise at all if Wurzelbacher's "reasons" for supporting Drumpf are a fair reflection of a significant part of the Drumpf cult. This is a Kool-Aid base, and these chumps are chugging every drop. Right now they seem to be giddy drunk; win or lose, they're in for a hell of a hangover.