'The Emperor Returns', what three words strikes more fear into the liberal heart than these? If Donald Trump win the election and sits again in the White House, the country will become a totalitarian gulag. In a flash the bastions of democracy will be dismantled, due process abandoned, and a secret police force, far more murderous and savage than the Tonton Macoute, Sevak, Stasi, and the KGB combined will be armed and ready to enforce order.
Black men will be rounded up in the ghettoes, Latinos corralled and shipped back to Mexico, and gay men and women forced to wear the yellow star. America will become the land of pogroms, Kristallnacht, the Gestapo, and brutal neo-Fascism. Only white males will comprise the Politburo, and every January 6th, Insurrection Day, they will stand on the portico of the White House, dressed uniformly, medals and commendations on their chests and salute their leader when he steps forth to address the crowd.
This fabulist nightmare, collectively concocted by the Left, added to and made more ghoulish and terrifying every day, is the meme of the day before the election. If the man is elected, the horrors, the savagery, an untoward and unbridled terrorism will rage through the land. Deliver yourself from this evil, progressives urge, stand tall and defiant. Let not the tyrant reign!
Of course, few except progressives' credulous minions give this notion even a passing glance. To the rest of the country it is just this very fantastical tarring and feathering of a true American patriot that is the problem. For almost a decade since Donald Trump first expressed his political ambitions, his opponents, nonplussed and incredulous that this misogynistic, homophobic, racist imposter could possibly be fit for national office and then actually win it! are now fearful that it will happen again.
Nothing has stuck. Despite lawfare, the frivolous, cooked, political witch trials in New York, DC, and Georgia, the man is still as free as a bird. Despite howls of his indecency, crassness, and callous hatred of the crippled, the demented, the fat, and the other-colored, the man bests Henny Youngman, Jackie Mason, and their claque of Borscht Belt tummlers at every turn. Despite claims that he is a raucous, untamed, uncontrite devil, the most unconscionably evil being ever to set foot in the highest offices of the land, there he still stands, a demon possessed.
All of which hysteria is why he is poised to win the election and return to the White House. It would be one thing to point out alleged policy failures, neglect, or slights; another thing altogether to damn the man as Beelzebub, the spawn of the Devil, a hateful, soulless, craven monster out to burn America to the ground. No one in their right mind believes one bit of this demented cant except those naive, impossibly dewy, duped, and political infants of the progressive Left.
'I am a proud black woman', Madame touts from the podium to whoops and hollers, 'and I will always be', her marvelous non sequitur suggesting the longevity of his burnished identity, to which the crowd roars.
But the crowd is just the run of the mill, the expectedly unhinged - women, mostly, who still pick up after their husbands, clean the hair in the sink, slam the toilet seat down, and put up with their sexual shenanigans, and look to Madame to free them from this horrible patriarchal bondage. On Day One she will sign an Executive Order doing away with male abuse, force husbands to listen for a change, pay attention, and give them some credit. Go, girl! they shout.
On and on the hammers, hectors, and warns. The Evil One is coming, shut your doors and be afraid, very afraid. This is enough for the crowd. The dwarves scramble to the front row for a better view, the crippled wheel themselves to the dais, dashiki-robed women shimmy and shake with pride and joy that one of theirs - imagine that! one of theirs is poised to take the White House. Hallelujah!!
Not one question is asked about the failed, dismal Biden years - the tens of thousands of you-name-it, unwanted Latinos traipsing across the Sonoran desert to El Norte; or 'Electric now, electric tomorrow, electric forever' ironically reminiscent of the George Wallace speech on the steps of the University of Alabama predicting segregation forever; or cozying up to Gazan thugs because they are representatives of the poor, oppressed, underserved brown populations of the Strip; or the disruptive, punitive lunacy of wealth distribution, reparations, and enforced equality; or the nonsense about pronouns and weird sexual transformations.
'I am a proud black woman' is enough - more than enough for this gullible, transparently naive crowd; while on the other side of the city Trump lambastes Madame and her old boss for just these political idiocies and lays out his vision for the future.
The campaign is finally over - months of pandering, hysteria, and crass manipulation finished and done with. Nothing has been resolved - Trump supporters are still adamantly for their man, and the credulous true believers, the Kamala Krowd, are still passionately desperate for a victory - but one of the two has to win and sit where Joe still sits, unaware of just about everything - and eventually the results will be known and confirmed and the entire nation can breathe a sigh of relief...Well, not exactly. Half the country will be pissed at the result and will regroup for another four years of smarmy, bottom-feeding political antics; and the new President, if Madame, will bang around the Oval Office and Cabinet imagining what leadership is supposed to be; and if Trump will put his house in order.
Whew! It's finally over...Well, not exactly. It's just beginning.
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