Today marks the one-year anniversary of what I like to call "the Patsy Prom," which some drama queens call the "Capitol Hill Insurrection." What it actually was was a bunch of dimwitted dupes dancing like trained monkeys for the media, on the short leashes of the Feds and their CI's, agents and assets.
In other words, behaving exactly the way their enemies wanted them to.
I hear a lot of people crying foul, pointing to the double-standard over the riots during the Trump inauguration in 2017 and the summer of 2020. To which I say, when are they going to realize that "Antifa" and "BLM" are the paid paramilitary storm-troopers of the ruling elites? It's not like it's some big secret anymore. Just follow the money.
BEST ELECTION EVER
Listen, I've made no bones about my longstanding distrust of Donald Trump and my dislike of how he ran his Presidency, not to mention my low opinion of QAnon. If I were smart I'd never have said so, since a lot of people who might be amenable to my work are big supporters of his and it. But as much as I too doubt the legitimacy of the election - which the 1/6 idiots helped make a thought-crime - I'm very happy how it turned out.
Why am I happy about the election?
Well, it's precisely because Biden is so sick, decrepit, corrupt, and incoherent - much like the elites he represents - that his Administration has been like airborne Ebola to the duplicitous and avaricious network of spooks and shills that brought him to power. Even his ritual observances are weak and sad.
Worse, Biden's people seem to be honestly and genuinely incompetent in the most hilarious way. For instance, they and their media flunkies were clearly were planning on the rioters being a lot more violent than they were, and are probably crushed that most of the rubes who were ushered in by the Pelosi's police mostly walked around like the backcountry tourists they actually were.
The stench of the Cabinet's perpetual failure is wilting the gardens of Woke like a bath of Roundup, and demoralizing the already-decimated sociopathic storm-troopers of the Corporate Media.
I'm loving it.
See, partisan hacks are mostly weak, soulless vessels who have no purpose or identity outside the Party, or the System in general. A shocking number of them are unmarried, childless and well into late middle age, and have no meaningful social support system. They live their lives in a state of perpetual terror most normal people can hardly imagine.
It's not just the apparatchiks, but also the ridiculous cheerleaders who waste their lives cheering on an army of professional parasites who want nothing more than to see their simps and sycophants destroyed in the most cruel and humiliating manner imaginable.
If, God forbid, their insane technocratic fantasies are ever made manifest, the first people the elites will gleefully crush are the ones who marched under their banner. It's the ways it's always worked when psychopaths become hegemons: it wounds their narcissism to think they relied on such losers to achieve their ends. Or that said losers see themselves as equals of said hegemons.
Remember the scene in Prometheus when the Engineer is so deeply offended by David speaking his language that he rips his head off? It's a bit like that, just more malicious.
But let's talk about what you really come here for: the ritualism. Allegedly.
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*Remind me to discuss how, love them or hate them, the original Neoconservatives were serious thinkers who shouldn't be associated with the current neocons, a troubling number of whom are their idiot children.