Let’s start with Joe Biden. Please, sit down. And listen. As I have stated innumerably, incessantly and most repeatedly, notwithstanding what YOU may feel about Creepy Uncle Joe, what YOU think about his behavior and/or what YOU think is inappropriate, the ultimate jury is and will be the Democratic elders as in the guys and gals with the bucks who write the checks, choreograph plot and strategy and who are the lifeblood of the party. Now, I know the juvenescent social media types have memed away with the most clever and funny renditions of the partialist Creepy One’s tricophilic gesturing that caused skins to crawl en masse. My favorite was how some TDS sufferers referred to Carpe Donktum’s most brilliant memetic masterpiece as a “doctored” piece. Clearly, Jeeves, they’ve lost all sentience and semblance of reality. And let’s keep it like that.
The Pebbles Flintstone of the 116th Congress. Cease instanter the mad dash, the pitchforks and torches and the holus-bolus Gadarene stampede and plummet. No, my learned patriot, the children don’t understand that a wine-swilling moonbat, spouting incomprehensible baby talk and going under the imagineer name of Sandy Ocrazyo-Kotex, may be a fantastic example of initial social engineering. But she’s going nowhere in the immediate long run. Nope, the Creepy One [Herr Biden] is the Dems’ best shot. Initially. Why? Let me count the ways: He’s (1) a donation magnet; (2) a proven commodity; (3) a brilliant campaigner (once you hide the kids, let’s be honest); (3) glib, personable, chatty and the consummate bullshit artist; and (4) a veteran of more campaigns than you can imagine. His problems are manifold, however. And never forget that the Millennial Minnie Mouse is a mere 29.
“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.” Thus spake Fitzgerald. Now, while Creepy Uncle Joe’s still a formidable foe for our beloved POTUS, he has serious steamer trunk political baggage and ain’t a sure or done deal. Why and how? Let me again count the ways: He’s (1) voted for every bill, war, tax cut and increase, name it; (2) squishy when it comes to solemn intellectual commitments; (3) been known for years as that creepy, scary, skeevy, touchy-feely, inappropriately tactile lech so this ain’t new; and (4) was shelved for all practical purposes by Barry. Dick Morris makes the great point that the role of Veep changed drastically with Mondale and Cheney, in particular, but as far as Joey, he was a place setting. The titular VP. There in spirit and theory. Until now.
Cratersville, Sparky. What’s the worst news for the Dumbs is that the Creepster was their only chance at anything even resembling opposition against Trump. Laugh all you want, the man could talk dreams, policy, vision, platforms, strategy, legislation, history, name it. Instead we’ve got the Baby Talk Express gooned to the gourd on the floor of her pricey DC digs speaking drunken apostrophes to her Instagram account while delivering interminable incantations while squatting in weirdscape technicolor. You can’t make this up, Sparky. While we’re on the subject, tone down the vapors on Pete Buttigieg, the unpronounceable flavor of the month. Do you honestly, truly and actually believe that an openly gay political tyro should be measuring drapes for the Oval Office? Seriously. Do you believe that America today, now will cast its vote for this fellow? Look, this patterns perfectly with the Dumbs’ M.O. of yore, viz. pick a nobody from the rear of the pack, someone without the usual warts and history that prove problematic. History is replete with such examples (granted, not all winners): Dukakis, Carter, Clinton, Barry. See? It’s not impossible but highly improbable.
The gift that keeps on giving. Even Barry in Berlin at some phony baloney Obama Foundation Circle Jerk made the following circular reference. “And then we start sometimes creating what’s called a ‘circular firing squad’ where you start shooting at your allies because one of them is straying from purity on the issues.” Translation from the Manchurian Candidate: Dems have lost their mission, minds and fate. That simple. They’ve disassembled into a dissembled cuckoo’s nest of fractious freneticism, a frisson folly of foundering falderol. AOC still sucks all the media oxygen out of the room and if I didn’t know better I’d swear DJT’s behind this magnetic mush head. A mush head whose cutesy 15 year-old affect charms and bedazzles the benighted. Laugh all you want at your own peril. (And I haven’t even mentioned Master Beto.)
So, how’s the Dem platform worked out for them so far? In a mere 575 days it will be #Election2020. And in 462 days the opening gavel will commence the Dems’ Convention in Milwaukee. That’s just tomorrow in political reality. That fast, that sudden. In the blink of an eye. And the Dems have clearly nary a clue. And I liked them in days of yore. I really did. They were the antiwar party. They stood for something tangible and real and actual. Republicans in my time were stodgy, corporate, musty, moldy, antediluvian, backwards and backwater. They were goofy, close-minded, angry and anti-progressive. But they were coherent. You knew what they wanted, where they stood and what they’d do if elected. Today, it’s all another story. With the apotheosis of DJT as #POTUS45, he’s injected a clarity and cohesion to his message. Why? Continue.
Plumbing the depths of nationalism. Trump’s made patriotism cool again, not hoary and anachronistic. He’s royally pissed off today’s spiritually sallow, pathetic faux liberals and for that I’m forever grateful. He’s flushed out the rats, the vermin, the swill. The demon dreck. He’s inspired in them a disconnected delirium that incites and invigorates and I am so forever grateful. And what’s perhaps the greatest contribution to free thinking, he’s absolutely emasculated via public orchiectomies that most putrid of media pilonidal cysts, #FakeNewsCNN. The worst without any question. The most abhorrent and abominable. Dear Gawd, they give new depth and appreciation to media suckage. We’re talking gravity levels.
And one final word that is certain to enrage, rile and terrify. McLuhan stated perfectly: “Only the small secrets need to be protected. The big ones are kept secret by public incredulity.” This explains how so many of the truly terrible remain under wraps. Let’s add one more to the list. The cultural disaster of illegal migration and how Bergoglio is terribly complicit. My utter disgust with the latest iteration of the Vatican is off the charts, chains and rails. I was among many who thought that Bergoglio would be a light of normalcy, normality and a vaccine and intellectual immunization against dangerous ideological recrudescence so badly needed. But a new stalwart, an intellectual behemoth, the voice of a positioned polestar has emerged, who will undoubtedly be silenced sooner than imagined. Meet Robert Cardinal Sarah, the 73 year-old Guinean prefect of the Congregation for Divine Worship.
[He] warns that the “west will disappear” as a result of mass migration, adding that “Islam will invade the world” and “completely change culture, anthropology, and moral vision.”
Sarah’s new book, Evening Draws Near and the Day is Nearly Over, is causing controversy in Europe because it explicitly identifies Muslim migration as a harbinger of the continent’s collapse.
“If the West continues in this fatal way, there is a great risk that, due to a lack of birth, it will disappear, invaded by foreigners, just as Rome has been invaded by barbarians,” said Sarah, adding, “My country is predominantly Muslim. I think I know what reality I’m talking about.”
The Cardinal also blamed the European Union for its “desire to globalize the world, ridding it of nations with their distinctive characteristics,” labeling the move “sheer madness”.
“The Brussels Commission thinks only about building a free market in the service of the great financial powers,” he continued. “The European Union no longer protects the peoples within it. It protects the banks.”
Until next time, patriot.
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