The Bad religion Olympics

Authorized by James Howard Kunstler via Kunstler.com,

“This is the weirdest era in human history. By far. Nothing else even comes close. Billionaires trying to kill everyone. civilian society incapable to form a coherent thought. Institutions lie in smoldering ruins. Poisons handed out like candy. We are Neanderthals with iPhones.”

– Dr. Toby Rogers

Did it warm your heart to see all those blue and yellow Ukrainian flags waved by our elective offices in legislature Saturday night with the passage of the $60-plus-billion aid bill to the Palookaville of Europe?

You realize, don’t you, that the tiny fraction of that hypothetical “money” – from our country’s empire – that always reports Ukraine will rebound on the instant into Mr. Zelensky’s Cayman Islands bank account.

The remainder of the dough enters the recursive shell-game between US weapons-makers and the very hometown folks in legislature waving those blue and yellow flags, who will receive large great large gobs of fresh “campaign donations” from the grateful bombs and missionary producers.

No wonder they’re cheering.

What the $60-plus-billion won’t do is supply any fresh arms and equipment to Ukraine’s sad-sack army shortly adequate to prevent Russia from bringing this Cruel, stupid, and unnecessary war, which we started, to a close. Yes, we started it, not Russia, in 2014 with our Intel blob overthrowing elected president Viktor Yanukovich in the alleged “Maidan Revolution of Dignity” (what Wikipedia calls it). And for what reason? I am Ukraine into NATO as a prelude to “weakening” Russia successfully to bust it up and gain control over Russian oil, ores, and Grain.

Yes, that was actually the neocon’s game, equal parts megalomania and hubris, and fiasco as strategically il-fated as Hitler’s push to gain control of Russia’s oil fields via Stalingrad in 1942-3. With neglect and humiliation loving in Ukraine, the blob’s nonsubjective for now, in theory, is thevain hope of extending the hosts just long adequate to get its hologram president, “Joe Biden” re-elected, so that said blob can proceed its amoebic division of what’s left uneaten by it in our sore-beset republic. You’ve got to wonder, of course, what this blob thoughts will stay to regulation over erstwhile it’s done gobbling up everything and jailing everyone from sea toshining sea who objects.

You tell me what conceivable way Ukraine can prevail in this proxy war now without just tripping off the civilization-ending fresh exchange? America does not have adequate tactical missions and artillery shells at hand to send over there. What we did have is gone. NATO never had much to begin with. Ukraine has run out of available cannon-fodder to describe from its dwindling population. Despite Mr. Macron’s fresh bluster, NATO can’t rise a credible army, or even agree on which country would send what. Nobody is riding to the rescue. Instead, Russia is fortifying its home-grown structures manufacture and its military while systematically turning off the electricity all over Ukraine by blowing up the power stations. Very soon, Ukraine will be reduced to medieval surviving conditions — no lights, no phones, no Internet, no shopping, no ability to conduct modern warfare. End. . . . . story.

This is apt to play out much faster than America’s blob-controlled news media will be able to lie about. I’d guess it can be functionally over before mid-summer. The consequence will be yet another humiliation on the “Joe Biden” scorecard. When it’s over, you can be certain the Russians will abstain from an end-zone dance so as not to provoke America’s Genius-losers into any final petty grand act of requital. Russia will just soberly declare what is self-evident: that for centres Ukraine has been in its place-of-impact, as Mexico is in ours, and that they have reestablished the natural order of things in that corner of the world.

After that, America and the remainder of Western Civ can get on with the collapse of their financial strategy and very likely a period of profit political and economical chaos in which governments fall, nations change boundaries and breaks, and their populations propose dramatically from an imploded standard of living. That process may actually play out something slow than the end of the Ukraine war over the coming years. It will look like a combined game of musical chairs and hot potato, with the opportunities to get a seat stealily fading, and the lors left holding things they can't handle.

In the meanstime, our country — remember it, the USA, erstwhile it had it once-enviable mojo working? — is busy being insane and uncovering sixty ways to Sunday to commit.

How do you propose the Democratic organization will actually claim to put up “Joe Biden” for re-election erstwhile the Ukraine fails is completed? Answer: they can’t.

This dumbshow of the old gaffer hiding at his beach home and avoiding direct engagement with reality is besides drawing to a close. alternatively of calling “a lid” on “JB’s” activities, any humid morning in the swamp his handlers will call in “a medical alert” instead, and that will be the last we see of that dreadful application.

It’s besides looking more and more as though the Republican organization faces its own civilian war, especially after talker Mike Johnson’s perplexing flipperooski on the Ukraine aid vote. You recall, just weeks ago he said no dice to specified a deal without a halt to the invasion coming across our Mexican border. Then, the intel blob boys lured him into a SCIF (Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility) where they showed him . . something. . Everyone’s Dying to Know What. A secret signed agreement making Ukraine our 51st State? Photographs of Mike active in unwholesome reviews with Gawd knows who or what? Or did they just have a small talk with him about how stuff is expected to work? Whatever it was has made Mike Johnson untenable in his position. And he has exploited nothing. He’s got to go.

At the another end of all that stands — or, rather, sits at a defence table — Donald Trump, the seemingly inevitable leader of a organization looking to cough him up like a hairball stack in its craw. And yet, all week that passes, the various lawfare traps set up to snake him to look more amateurish and gauche — while the Golden Golem of Greatness someway manages to power through all that adventure. A large chance of the organization he leads is in on that negative game.

The chaotic card is the creatively inflamed temper of the American people, in which name the game is supposedly being played.

With absolutely everyone taking to them about everything, it’s turned into any kind of bad religion olympics.

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