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Monday, November 4, 2024

Peeking? Duck!

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Here we finally are at (almost) Election Day. Which means that today, Monday November 4th, is likely the last normal day we're going to see for a long, long time.  Because, if it hasn't already by the time this is published, the sh*t is going to hit the fan in a very, very big way...

It's a good time to get into the umbrella business

Election Day itself is unlikely to resolve anything or even pick a winner between the experienced and successful former President and the certifiable blithering idiot (with a Vagina Of Color!) whose current administration has done almost irreparable damage to our nation...and is hungry to do more.

The media and Leftists have primed much of the electorate to believe the Trump is Hitler incarnate and his voters are KKK members on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Nazis on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. On Sunday, of course, they go to church and handle snakes, speak in tongues, and roll around on the floor hoping that their concealed firearms don't start shooting spontaneously.

Okay, I put that in a funny way (I can't help myself) but there's really nothing at all funny about it.  Much of the American public on the Left has been fully indoctrinated with hate and stoked to such a fearful fever pitch that they are ready to embrace violence of any amount committed in their names if it will help "save Democracy" from...um...election results.

If Trump wins, all hell is going to break loose. And if Trump loses, there's likely to be some hell-raising too, albeit of a legal and non-violent nature, since he's basically running against a Macaw that has only learned about four phrases to cackle loudly and unpredictably.

But of course, it's not that simple. Kamala the Kommie Kandidate is irrelevant. Trump's real battle is with the Deep State power brokers who will not easily give up their preferred ways of doing dirty, highly profitable business. The media, the intelligence agencies, the DOJ, and more. All will be fighting Trump and undermining him to an even greater degree than in his previous administration.

Make no mistake - the Deep State wants Trump dead and certainly seems to be pulling the strings to make it happen. And they thrive on chaos and are expert in creating it; don't be surprised by sudden military actions overseas, terrorist attacks, health scares, power outages, rioters in the streets "mostly peacefully" burning down buildings...and if those buildings are filled with "Nazis," well, so much the better. As long as the "garbage" people go into the ovens, then it's cool, right?

Big things are brewing. I'm no more of a nut that I ever was (discuss among yourselves), but I've laid in some extra food, water, batteries, and toilet paper (there's never enough toilet paper in post-apocalyptic scenarios) in case of (ahem) "disruptions" coming our way.

I care deeply about the results of this election. But I've got a nagging worry that we're all sitting on an enormous powder keg...and November 5th is the day the fuse gets lit.

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Spoiler alert: there are no winners in this scenario

Monday, October 14, 2024

Holiday Put On Ice

 First, a little something from the vault...

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"Columbus Day" is now widely called "Indigenous Peoples Day," and even more widely called "White Shame Day" because so few people can spell indigenous. But it underscores the point that it is wrong for foreigners to come unbidden into a settled land, displace those who were already there, and destroy the existing cultures and institutions of its people.

Unless, of course, they're currently flooding across our southern border or being flown in, packed on cargo planes, by Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. And once here, they (checking Indigenous People Day grievances) "bring disease, exploit resources, commit acts of violence, and assert rights denied to those who already lived here."  You know, like those filthy Pilgrims did.

Or at least like they would have done, had their small wooden ships been capable of transporting millions of newcomers every year.

THE SENSELESS AND THE FROG

Depending on who you believe, it looks like Donald Trump is pulling ahead in the polls as time ticks down to the election. To help combat that, VP candidate Tim Walz has been assigned to "woo male voters" by gamboling about the countryside pretending to do "man's man" kind of things and failing hilariously.

Frankly, if you're trying to win votes with your ripping masculinity and unfathomable testosterone levels, you probably shouldn't disclose that your wife required intrauterine insemination treatments to get pregnant. That's a procedure in which the husband's sperm is delivered using a catheter that can actually go deep enough to get the job done, which apparently wasn't the case with whatever Tim brought to the party.

And if you're on a tour presenting your manlihood, so to speak, it's probably good to do so when there isn't a credible story being investigated about molesting underage boys when you were a schoolteacher. 

So with all that baggage, about the only thing Tim Walz can do to woo male voters is to demonstrate his working class, tough guy, hyper-heterosexuality using his body language.

Then again...

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Friday, September 27, 2024

The Clump / Headless Debate

Admit it, I came awfully close to predicting "Harris"

I apologize for my relative silence lately. Oh, I'm fine (other than an upcoming hip replacement surgery) but the "news" is so stupid and aggravating that I risk an aneurysm any time I give it more than 30 seconds of attention.  I swear, if I hear Kamala bring up her "middle class background" one more time, my head will explode.

Which is more or less what happened to the protagonist of my 2009 novel "CLUMP: An American Splatire." A huge, heavily-muscled mystery of a man with no head and no awareness of his surroundings. His headless condition doesn't keep his handlers from making him into a huge celebrity entertainer (while hiding the little secret that he'll beat to death anyone who touches him). And eventually (spoiler alert!) the headless, clueless Clump runs for President.

With obvious parallels to the brainless Kamala Harris, let's look at what a Clump campaign add looked like:

Emotionally stirring music played as the camera tracked up a grassy hill where Americans of every type were standing, looking directly at the camera. The old and young, the rich and poor, the black and white.


"Most politicians," said a warmly accessible voiceover, "don't care what we the people have to say. They make promises, then break them. And they tell lies. But one candidate is different. Very different."


At the top of the hill, the camera finds a lone man wearing a well-tailored suit and an American flag pin. A man with no head. 


"Clump never lies," said the voiceover announcer. "Clump never makes promises he will not keep. Clump is not against anything that you are for, or for anything you are against. And because Clump is entirely poll-driven, his voice is..."


"My voice," said an elderly black woman.

"My voice," said a uniformed policeman.

"My voice," said a goth chick.

"My voice," said a bank president.

"My voice," said an attractive Latina.


"Your voice!" shouted the hillside of people, pointing at the camera as it zoomed past them to find Clump standing tall and proud, fists on his hips like Superman.


"Clump," said the announcer as the music climaxed. "Sticking his neck out...for you."

Okay, that already sounds more substantive than anything Harris is airing. But of course, handling the media is a job that both Harris and Clump delegated to sneaky specialists...

It was Heidecker who had created a war-room of bloggers to secretly feed misinformation and rumors to Internet chat rooms. 


Heidecker's bloggers planted damaging lies about Clump's opponents, weaving lurid accusations from a Heidecker-approved list of words which included incest, lubricant, chickens, cocaine, kiddy-diddler, transvestite, felch, hooker, ball gag, traitor, coprophilia, snuff film, anal fistula, wide stance, murder scene, smegma, raincoat, kickback, sheep, Thailand, fisting, fishhook, nipple, vomitorium, gerbil, flesh-eating syphilis and, most damning of all, "big pharmaceutical companies."


But above all, the true genius of Heidecker's campaign strategy was that it offered what voters prized above all else: simplicity. No confusing points or platforms. No moral shades of gray. No lectures about economics, geography, or history. No matters of life and death.


"We are living in post-intellectual times, yes?" Heidecker said to his campaign staff.

But surely a literally brainless candidate would never get very far, right? Right...?

Pundits and politicos who dared to bring up Clump's headless condition were pilloried as being insensitive by advocacy groups for the differently abled. Angry speeches on Clump’s behalf were even made in Congress by members who had lost limbs in various wars, and resented the notion that a man's merit should be judged by his number of extremities.


Clump's history as an entertainer was also taken off the table as an attack point because the Republicans had previously elected actors like Ronald Reagan, Fred Thompson, Clint Eastwood, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Sonny Bono. 


On the Democratic side, they couldn't criticize a “brainless entertainer” without alienating 99% of their all-important Hollywood donor base.


Thank goodness in our current election, we have valuable real world methods for sorting out our candidates and testing their knowledge and mettle. Debates, for instance, could never favor anyone who was dead from the neck up. Then again...


At the televised Presidential debates, Clump absolutely destroyed the concentration of his opponents. 


Each time Clump was asked a question, the camera sat on him for three interminable minutes as he gasped, swallowed, drooled, and rolled his tongue.


This made the other two candidates into nervous wrecks who stammered during their own answers and actually jumped away from the lecterns if Clump took a step in their direction. Which Clump frequently did, thanks to the remote-controlled shoes operated by a campaign assistant.


Whenever one of the other candidates actually made an intelligible remark of any kind, Clump was given 90 seconds for rebuttal. On the few occasions Clump produced audible bon mots like "Gaaa!," "Akkk!," or an explosive fart, he received thunderous applause from his supporters in the audience.


In all seriousness, none of this is more ridiculous or frightening than the spectacle unfolding in front of our horrified eyes right now. I'm certainly not the first to observe that satire has gotten very difficult to write because reality, such as it is, has become so preposterously stupid that it's hard to top. Harris and Walz are blithering idiots, media-wrapped in the Emperor's New Clothes. 


I wonder if this is how George Orwell felt?


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