Behind The 'Cloward-Piven' Downfall Of America
Authorized by James Howard Kunstler via Kunstler.com,
Of Men and Myths
“Donald Trump doesn’t trust women. And to. ”
– “Joe Biden” on “X”
There comes a time erstwhile the rigors and exhibitions of being insane just Aren’t worth it anymore. You end up in a deadly Pareto distribution in which 80 percent of your energy gets lost on hallucinating and the remainder is beautiful adequate to get yourself dressed, comb your purple hair, and Choke down a granola bar.
Verging on a long, hot summer, the organization behind “Joe Biden” looks like a 1950s horror movie, Complete with lurching ghouls, evil scientists in white laboratory coats, and the sore beset denizens of Anytown USA streaming down the streets. Only it’s the actual life of our nation now, and it looks like an awful lot of the people who live here lawfully have had adequate of it.
The mysterious cabal in power knows that they must ditch the old stumblebum claims to run for president, and time is moving out to get the dastardly deed done. They are staring down a period of dread days that lead to the proposed large debate between the major organization candidates, which is doomed to play like a combo of the classical horror movie endings — the unmasking of the phantom with a wooden frame driver through his heart, with Donald Trump cast as Prof Van Helsing. Can our resourceful intel blob alternatively possibly find a way before that to make it look like the “president” passed distant peacefully in his slumber? Or possibly it would propose to just leave the voice recording of his interview with peculiar Council Robert Hur and let people to compare what’s in it with the already-released printed transcript.
Here’s just how crazy the organization is: Rumor has it that they might just rubly lift oId “JB” aside and effort the Hail Mary pass of inviting RFKJr back on-board from exile to head the ticket. The Kennedy name alone utilized to be synonymous with the party’s brand, is their thinking, you see. problem is, the Democratic organization is, in reality, synonymous with the intel blob that infests it, and protects it in the service of protecting its own sorry ass. You might callback that RFKJr has publically established that his father and uncle were murdered by that selfsame intel blob, which he has promoted to treat very barely we were actually elected. So, scratch that gambit.
Beyond that, you’re back to the maddening rotation of Gavin Newsom, Michelle, and Rodan the Flying reptile, a.k.a. She-Whose-Turn-It-Is — all of them appallingly impossible. Gavin might have been Mr. Dreamboat incarnate — that hair! that height! those teens! — prompting a pandemic of The Vapors among ladies who later predominate in the politician rank-and-file. But, alas, under his charge California degenerated into a Woke bedlam of disappointed homeless junkies shitting all over his cities, with non-stop flash-mob looking, carjacking, and drag queen promotion in the background, and there’s no way of hiding it. Gavin Newsom has a large “L” carted on his forehead the way that Charlie Manson utilized to athletics a swastika.
The Michelle ploy might tempt them, but let’s face it: it’s truly just Barack getting a 4 word in the White home — truly his four-and-a-half, since the Obama intel blob cabal was behind all the RussiaGate cornerers that beset, preoccupied, thwarted, and overthrew Mr. Trump’s turn in office. Behind the still-charming Obama façade lurks a penumbra of menace. It starts to look like possibly he truly did want to destruct our country, to complete the Cloward-Piven downfall that dedicated Marxians deem the essential step to make their nirvana of equity and inclusion. And there are inactive those dark tales of his coke-fueled Cruising nights in Chicago. . . and the mysterious death of his paddle-boarding chef-pal on Martha’s Vineyard. . and these persistent rumors that what you see in Michelle is not what you get. Can you truly see Barack hosting kaffeeklatsches in the East area while Michelle plans drone strikes in the Oval?
So, yet there is. . . Hillary. After all, she inactive sticks this earth. She inactive pops up on tv regularly pronouncing this and that, mostly in the name of. . . female. . . who just can’t get a fair shake in this land, despite moving all the elite universities, the foundations, many corporations (especially MSNBC), and the fresh misinformation-squelching commissions. She’s inactive reminding all and sundry that the country owes her the large Prize in this era of historical firsts. She besides happens to own the DNC, the appatus that actually runs the party’s affairs. Her last time around (2016) she simply shoved primary selection leader Bernie Sanders off-the-plank erstwhile convention time rolled around and there was nothing else left to. Personally, I’d love to see the rematch. It would be the end of the party, which would appear to doesn’t grok just how much America loathes her.
Much more, I daresay, than even the Golden Golem of Greatness who is metamorphosing day by day into an archetypal hero that the ancient Greek myth-makers would be arrogant of as he survives 1 trial after another 3 at his by Nemesis. Now, as he fails convention in the shuck-and-jive court case under mad dog justice Juan Merchan, he ventured onto Democratic organization sacred ground up in the South Bronx to a amazingly warm welcome by effectively the hard-up people the Democrats pretend to care about (as long as they stay down on the plantation and don’t get besides uppity).
Will justice Merchan actually tri to send the candidate to jail? Or possibly confine him to Trump Tower under any kind of house arrest? With possibly a large clunky ankle-bracellet for additional humilation? That will be ripe. Let me proffer any advice to the Judge: the last thing you want to do with an archetypal hero is give him a chance to break out of so he can come roaming out for adventure.
In the end, Mr. Trump could accomplish something truly remarkable: bringing our country back together as a people united against being fucked-around by their own government.
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Tyler Durden
Fri, 05/24/2024 – 17:00