by James Howard Kunstler, Daily Reckoning:
Does anybody know what this shape-shifting chimera passed off as “our democracy” actually is? I will tell you. Like everything else in the blobocracy’s tool bag these days, it’s the opposite of what it appears to mean, namely:
You, the demos, give us, officialdom, the power to take whatever we like from you: your savings, your liberty, your stuff, your identity and your posterity — because we are the boss-of-you, and don’t you forget it… and, by the way, the beatings will continue until morale improves.
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It’s really that simple, though the deceptions cooked up to hide it are convoluted to the max. Like: engineering the illegal entry to the U.S. of millions from other lands and then using procedural hocus-pocus such as motor-voter registration and public assistance applications (free money + automatic voter registration) to stuff the election drop boxes with the ballots of noncitizens — who, get this, don’t even have to be the ones casting those ballots, which can just be harvested, like so many oven-ready pullets, by lowly hired shills.
If you catch onto the ruse, you’ll be instructed that borders are arbitrary roadblocks to social justice and that these are “free and fair elections.” And if you object loudly enough, you lose your job, your livelihood and your Facebook account and maybe get thrown into solitary confinement for a year.
That’s our democracy.
It’s All About the Joy
Meanwhile, we’re enjoying the spectacle of the Democratic Party’s candidate selection tour with their joyful warriors/avatars, Harris and Walz — joyful because they laugh and laugh in the absence of articulating any actual views on the particulars of governance, and it’s infectious to witness all that mirth.
There is, of course, an air of strenuous artificiality about all this hoopla. It rolls out in an alternative reality like one of those summer techno-pop raves where everyone is stoned on MDMA.
The dream girl gets launched into center stage by invisible forces and is joined by her prom king, and it’s just so heartwarming to get waved at by the grinning, hand-holding couple nobody voted for. This is your demos-free ticket!
So far, Harris and Walz levitate in fake polls on gusts of idiot wind from the party’s unofficial public relations team of the The New York Times/MSNBC/CNN/NPR media matrix. But it’s already obvious that Veep Kamala Harris’ brain is just a laugh generator triggered by anything that sounds like an idea from the material world:
The economy? Hee-haw… Ukraine? Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha… The border? Tee-hee… Transitioning minor children? Yuk-yuk-yukity-yuk… The Middle East? Cackle cackle…
Is Hillary Plotting a Coup?
You are well aware, I’m sure, that the veep has yet to be exposed to a single unscripted interchange with anyone outside her promotional circle. It’s been kind of a neat trick to behold, like watching a barking terrier walk around the stage on its hind legs — but after a while the audience might be thinking, What else can you show me?
Will anybody at the imminent Democratic National Convention notice how this all mysteriously came to be? And might there be any active consternation over it? Perhaps even a welling movement to pull the plug on this rave?
You may be apt to wonder what is going on in the Chappaqua redoubt of She-Whose-Turn-Has-Been-(So Far)-Thwarted, HRC, boss-of-all-girl-bosses, putatively retired from public life.
She’s been awfully quiet since that night over a week ago when she was obliged onstage somewhere to hug and air-kiss Ms. Harris, and made a face seconds after as if she had thrown up in her mouth.
Is she stewing in the broth of grievance but still and nonetheless tirelessly working her phone to canvass the delegates of that looming party meetup? She might remind them that the DNC (that is, the Democratic National Committee Inc.) went broke in 2016 and got bailed out by the Clinton Foundation checkbook, and, Jeez, we can’t seem to find any repayment check from all’y’all.
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