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\u201cThis voter is not convinced by virtues or statistics. He is convinced by dreams, visions, stories and jokes.\u201d \u2014 Curtis Yarvin<\/p>\n
James Howard Kunstler
\nClusterfuck Nation<\/p>\n
Draw back from the scene and understand that the sheer heaping-up of procedural legal bullshit in the various sham court cases against candidate Donald Trump is largely an attempt to confound, mystify, and preoccupy the public while the great scaffold of our national life collapses. The news \u2014 both legacy and alt \u2014 will be dominated day after day by analyses of every move and counter-move through endless thickets of courtroom minutiae while the US economy crashes and burns, residual wealth is confiscated, and the American social order turns into something like fiery goo.<\/p>\n
By November of 2024, somebody will be elected president, or no one will be. At this point, it is probably down to an election that more than half the country won\u2019t believe in, or no election at all due to civil chaos so extreme it will make the 1861 weeks of secession look as tame as a middle school fire drill. Beyond the hamstringing and hog-tying of their chief adversary, the Democratic Party lawfare necromancers have set up the gameboard with surpassing precision so that their opponents will never be able to win another election. Yet, they are so self-satisfied as to apparently think no one noticed. (We\u2019ll be coming for you, eventually, Marc Elias.)<\/p>\n
As to the parsing out of all those bogus charges against Mr. Trump, consider that we now live in a culture of no truth, only battling portfolios of narrative spin, at least according to the Marxian wokesters who have seized the machinery of law, so, there, with a snap of your fingers goes jurisprudence \u2014 as in:\u00a0I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, blah blah<\/em>\u2026. The joke is on you. There is no truth, anymore, so stop insisting that there is anything like it to determine, except whatever outcome the Party of Chaos seeks.<\/p>\n The suspended animation of August with its sand castles, lobster rolls, and care-free cocktail cruises will soon yield to the season of hurricanes, financial fiascos, momentous military movements, and reversals of political fortune. What, for instance, becomes of \u201cJoe Biden,\u201d the fictitious president, and that claque of grift-bedizened relatives around him? I\u2019ll tell you one thing: no way is this fellow running for reelection, and the mighty pretense around that hallucination makes idiots of everyone on cable TV news. Somebody has already slipped Ol\u2019 \u201cJoe\u201d the black spot. Dr. Jill has crawled into a bottle. The \u201cBig Guy\u201d is just sulking now, drowning his sorrows in ice cream \u2014 but his fate hangs there above the Rehoboth dunes like an ominous black sea-bird suspended on an ill wind, mocking him.\u00a0You have finally screwed the pooch, Joey,<\/em>\u00a0it cries\u2026 caw caw caw\u2026.<\/em><\/p>\n We are thus close to the moment when impeachment can no longer be dodged. The reams of Biden family bank records that Mr. Comer of Kentucky has unearthed hither and yon, plus deal memoranda, video and audio recordings of dark confabs, and hundreds of tell-tale emails are of a different evidentiary nature than the roster of hypothetical thought crimes confabulated by Jack Smith, Alvin Bragg, and Fani T. Willis. Personally, I would like, at least, to see impeachment hearings where all that hard evidence of Biden family bribery is methodically laid out for\u00a0The New York Times<\/em>\u00a0and CNN to ignore. It will look like a game of chicken for a few days, but then the party honchos will \u201csadly\u201d order Ol\u2019 Joe to step aside before that grim spectacle goes too far.<\/p>\n The Ukraine War will then be Kamala Harris\u2019s to lose \u2014 depend on it \u2014 though nobody will care. I have a feeling that Barack Obama will not be able to\u2026 how shall we say\u2026\u00a0work with he<\/em>r. All that cackling must conceal an inner vacancy so vast that Judge Crater, DB Cooper, and the brigantine Mary Celeste might be roaming around in there, along with Amelia Earhart, Jimmy Hoffa, and the Lost Colony of Roanoke. And I cringe to imagine the meetings with Kamala where Susan Rice, Lisa Monaco, and Torie Nuland try to tell the poor simp what to do. It will look like one of those girlie beat-downs on an Oakland street-corner.<\/p>\n Anyway, by that time the stock markets will be all a\u2019crumble, all those Vanguard retirement funds will wash-up like so many writhing grunions on Cabrillo Beach, and your local bank will cap withdrawals at $500 a few weeks before executing the long-rumored bail-ins. At that magic moment, the Democratic Party will have everything it has wished for.<\/p>\n Of course, I can\u2019t say the melodrama will play out exactly like that, in that sequence. But expect trouble in September. Expect disorder like you\u2019ve never imagined. Think about retrieving whatever cash you have in the bank. Consider arming yourself for safety\u2019s sake, if you live in a part of the country that allows it. Or maybe even if you live in the other parts. Lay in some beans and rice and some batteries. Buckle your mental seat belt. When August is over, it\u2019s going to be a bumpy ride.<\/p>\n