Wednesday, November 06, 2024

Trapped Like Rats

 ... DemocRATS that is.

No, I don't like that kind of name-calling, but it worked too well with the title of the post to not use it.

When Biden became too obviously senile to run, the problem of succession wasn't that it was too late for a primary, it's that they had trapped themselves by picking Kamala as the VP. Under the progressive power rankings straightjacket, a black woman cannot be bypassed for any reason at all. Kamala became the nominee because they had no other choice, given their racial and gender obsessions.

Once that happened, they were stuck with an airhead. Like I said in the previous post: 

The analogy I'd use would be watching a high school baseball prospect take batting practice. If the guy takes 50 batting-practice fastballs and grounds them all to the infield, the answer is simple. He's a lousy player. Kamala is like that. She's been served up these questions in friendly environments over and over and over again and doesn't have answers. This is as good as she gets. She's a lousy candidate. She's an airhead.

With that as their talent, there wasn't much they could do other than scream FASCIST and HITLER and TYRANT. That all ended with Joe Rogan.

All you had to do was watch a segment or two of the Trump interview on Rogan's podcast and you could see that Trump wasn't some kind of dictator maniac. 60,000,000+ views later, the central message of Kamala's campaign was flaming wreckage.

That left her with ... what? "I'm going to fix the mess that ... err ... the last guy left?" It didn't help that she couldn't answer anything more complicated than what kind of Doritos she liked unless she had a teleprompter.

With the party locked in to its racist mania and affiliated Marxist oppressor-oppressed model, they were stuck. Trump crushed her even though he was Trump. Had they not trapped themselves with a black woman as VP, they could have found a way to run Gavin Newsom and mopped the floor with Trump.

Oh well. Sucks to be them. It couldn't have happened to a more deserving crowd of racists.

My Hopes

My biggest hope coming out of this thrashing is that it will be the end of the racial insanity on the left. Trump garnered 45% of the Hispanic vote, so the Democrats' dreams of racial purity voting blocs seem to be OBE. It would be great if they ditched those.

Dittos for the climate scam. Here in California, thousands of Joshua trees are being killed so a lefty donor can get rich paving part of the desert with solar panels that won't power much at all. This being the desert where things grow slowly, those Joshua trees aren't irreplaceable, but I won't see their like in my lifetime.

Finally, on a very personal note, I fully expect that the transgender insanity will die now. It will be too late to save my daughter. I thank God that He helped me find the courage to remain honest with her and not lie to her that she was a man, but there are physical problems coming for her after 3 years of testosterone poisoning. Combine that with the national mood souring on transgenderism and you get the recipe for enormous psychological pain for my girl. Ouch.

Meanwhile, the market is rocketing upwards and a vacation home in Alabama is closer than ever. That's all good. I didn't want Trump, but I'm glad he won.

It's been a good day, Cat. A really good day.

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