Putin, Xi, The Ayatollah, And Machiavelli - Overmatched, Diversity-Only Kamala Harris In The White House?

'I am a proud black woman', shouts Kamala Harris from the podium to a cheering crowd in Scranton; and then when the applause dies down, she wraps her arms around LaShonda Washington, her campaign aide and really black window dressing black woman who is on every stage with her - her ventriloquist's dummy, her stage prop, her can't-do-without sign of solidarity with every black man, woman, and child. 

'And I am here for you!' Again cheers and momentousness.  The lady will not be denied, and the love and adulation from this crowd proves it.  Her time is coming, and it is about time. 

Vladimir Putin had just been shown a short video montage of the woman, smiled, and said, 'We will bury them'.

 

Anatoly Karpov, his aide de camp was old enough to remember Khrushchev's same words said in a similar reference to a grand promise, the burying of capitalism, and he laughed at his boss' irony.  They both knew that if this woman inconceivably but possibly made it to the White House, they - the Russians - would have the last obstacle in their way of total victory in Ukraine removed.  

And, they both knew, everything else as well.  They would have free rein to achieve every ambition they ever had since Russia's humiliation after the fall of the Berlin Wall. Vladimir Putin was ruling over a renascent, ascendant Russia, heir to Alexander I and Peter the Great, the vision of a new empire before him extending from Vladivostok to Vienna, Siberia to the Black Sea, and with worldwide economic hegemony. 

 

Who would stop him?  How could anyone deter this brilliant Machiavellian who was outsmarting the West, concluding military arrangements with America's bitterest enemies, purging the nation of outliers, dissidents, and counter-revolutionaries?  The hegemonic victory of Russia was a foregone conclusion, now made easier by the likelihood of Kamala Harris in the Oval Office. 

It was hard to imagine how far the United States had fallen, how weak and impotent it was in the face of Russia, China, Iran, and bloody Muslim insurrectionists from the Middle East to the Horn of Africa. A once proud, defiantly patriotic and ambitious nation, it had become a pusillanimous, silly, self-reverential non sequitur - an international cipher. 

The clips of Harris surrounded by cross-dressing, tarted-up transgender hookers, ghetto pimps and street whores, fey, swishy gay men, and a circus tent full of dwarves, elfin men, and bearded ladies were not only hilarious, they were as portentous as were the Signs of the Seven Seals of the Apocalypse.  No nation so mired in trifles and so self-assured about them; no nation as hopelessly Utopian and historically ignorant could ever prevail.  

Kamala Harris was a caricature, a cackling hag, boasting, claiming, assuming with nothing at all behind it.  A poseur, an imposter, a bad vaudevillian, a clown; but as Putin's aide said to him, 'Let's hope she wins'. 

 

The scene in Beijing was no different. President Xi had gathered his intelligence unit to give him a briefing on the American election; and when the heard the news that Harris had a good chance of winning, he smiled, thanked his advisors, and offered a toast to the lady.  No outcome could be more accommodating, generous, and welcome.  Now he could take over Taiwan with impunity, continue China's economic roundup of all the rare earths, oil, precious metals, and gems in Africa, expand Chinese influence far beyond the South China Sea, and increase its financial stranglehold on America. 

So encouraged by the predictions of his staff, he threw a great banquet in the Hall of Emperors for them, and in his welcoming speech expanded on his vision of a new Imperial China.  A nation which had already restored much of its former world stature would continue until it was once again glorious. 

The Ayatollah, unhappy with his country's desultory, inconsequential attack on Israel and the surprisingly weak responses to Jewish oppression by Hamas and Hezbollah, knew that Iran's time was coming.  When that whore of Babylon was in the White House, things would change.  She had already signaled her retreat from America's solidly pro-Israeli policies and offered a generous helping hand to Palestine.  She would not stand by while innocent Gazans and Lebanese were slaughtered by Jewish barbarians; and when she withdrew America's military and economic support of Israel, Iran would crush it.  

'We loved Barack Obama', the Ayatollah said to his clerics, 'but we love Kamala Harris even more', and love they should.  She has been all for Israeli restraint ('Think of the children') and support of Palestine, and such policies would be continued once she took over the government.  It would be open season for Iran, sanctions lifted, a blind eye turned to its support of armed Muslim Defenders Of Palestinian Rights. and a generous welcome to Iran into the Commonwealth of Nations.   

'A gift from Allah', said the Ayatollah, as he and the clerics bowed their heads in prayer. 'May you, O Almighty One, grant our prayers for total victory over the Jew, and may you grant peace and love upon Kamala Harris, and may the American apostates soon sit in obeisance to you'. 

Meanwhile, Kamala continued to bang on about the black man, the queer woman, the transgender, the poor, and the disenfranchised.  From stop to stop she invoked democracy, peace, well-being, social justice, and fairness, clucking and clacking about a woman's place, 'the inheritance of love', gender fluidity and the plight of the poor.  

Not a word of it made any sense except to her admirers who had no need to parse her words or go beyond her heady aphorisms.  She was a black woman poised to take over leadership of the world, and that was enough. 

Her admirers in Moscow, Beijing, and Tehran also cheered her on.  A Harris victory would be theirs at least until the American electorate woke up and in four years tossed the woman out; but four years was plenty of time to move forward with their own international agenda; and who knows what a marvelous triumvirate Russia, China, and Iran would make.