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You may be wondering: How can the Democratic Party base maintain such passionate support for the Harris & Walz wrecking crew, which was created without any input from the party? demonstrations? Just plopped on stage by the old MGM studio heads who cast a couple of questionable contract players in a “B” movie musical called Our pronouns are Cash and Carry.

So far, Harris and Walz are floating in fake polls on the idiotic gusts of the party’s unofficial PR team. The New York Times / MSNBC / CNN / NPR media matrix. But it’s already clear that Veep Kamala Harris’s brain is just a laugh generator, activated by anything that sounds like a material-world idea: The economy? Hee-haw. . . Ukraine? Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha. . . The border? Tee-hee. . . Passing minors? Yuk-yuk-yukity-yuk. . . The Middle East? Cackle-cackle. . . .

You know, the vice president has yet to be exposed to a single unscripted exchange with anyone outside her promotional circle. It’s a kind of fun trick to watch, like watching a barking terrier strut across the stage on its hind legs — but after a while, the audience might think: What else can you show me??

You should not assume that this is a watershed moment in history between the defenestration of “Joe Biden” and the apparent selection by Harris & Walz is anything but a passing psychotic episode in American politics. narrate is that no one in the Dem group is asking how it happened, and especially who is behind it. Has the Dem Party simply become the personal mafia of former Speaker Nancy Pelosi? It seems she was the one who delivered the black mark to “JB”. Do Chuck Schumer and Hakim Jefferies even matter in that supposed hierarchy, or is Mrs. Pelosi now the sole owner of the organization?

There must be a few open-minded souls among the Dem delegates who realize that Harris & Walz cannot possibly make an honest case for their election without the smokescreens of the media matrix. And the odds of successfully rigging another national election seem slim, too, with such obvious shenanigans as registering 371 illegal aliens (non-citizens) to vote using an address that turns out to be a Walmart parking lot. Yesterday, Virginia Gov. Glen Youngkin signed an executive order requiring paper ballots and voter ID, among other new rules. Is there a trend among the states to clean up their act?

The so-far-stuck Dem national delegates have ten more days to watch the Harris/Walz tag team vivisected on “X,” which, like it or not, has become the only open channel for news and commentary in a country ruled by a psychopathocracy. You can say that because the policies they are promoting are clearly detrimental to the well-being of our country — open borders, intimidation, arrest and censorship of political opponents, the senseless war in Ukraine, child sexual mutilation, mass digital surveillance, medical quackery and a policy of lying about absolutely everything. Many still know insanity when they see it in action. These things are indefensible and deep down they must know it, and maybe enough delegates will decide to do something about it — like stand up to the candidates foisted upon them.

One possible outcome, of course, is that such a riot will tear the party to pieces. It is easy to imagine chaos in the streets of Chicago among disgruntled delegates and the Antifa shock troops called in to punish them. Chaos for the sake of chaos is highly prized by so-called “progressives” who gradual destroy the entire skeleton of civilized life in order to create from the ashes a nirvana of sadomasochistic persecution and punishment – their Hieronymus Bosch Wokester utopia.

My guess is that Harris & Walz will make some unwelcome discoveries and countless humiliating blunders over the next ten days, and that they will go into the Chicago convention looking like two pitiful creatures destined to be sacrificed. God knows what will come of this turbulence — but I’m still plagued by the feeling that the only plausible outcome is a giant flying reptile with a face like Hillary’s diving into the arena on its big, flapping, leathery wings and screaming: Crow crow crow, I now own you all, you miserable cat ladies, incels, nose rings and assorted victims of hateful insults! Follow me once more into the glorious ecstasy of defeat! And it will happen!

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