Defeat sometimes offers winning’s wisest counsel. That’s the impression I have watching cod-fish Clinton writhing on the Email hook. The perceived impact of which has been a bit surprising. I read that 30% of those polled felt her lingering legal jeopardy would potentially impact their vote. That’s an admirably robust figure for national fickleness. She and Trump have staked fairly remote poles in their vision of America. To think nearly a third of the electorate would flounce from one to the other because of Email infirmities makes me wonder much less why Mylie Cyrus is a very wealthy woman.
Though obviously it’s not just about Emails, but rather the weight of accumulating evidence about the Clinton corruption machine and Hilly’s haughty dismissal of legal boundaries the hoi polloi cross only under pain of imprisonment. Still, if you want a brown America and mushroom clouds over Moscow, the choice couldn’t be more plain. And I can’t imagine the opinion of a white male FBI chief is going to much dissuade you.
That failure to dissuade is the lesson in realpolitik democrats are now implicitly teaching. Compared to the capricious preening of their counterparts, democrats have maintained iron-discipline throughout the now daily-debacle. They form a cordon of hacks around every impropriety that comes dripping into the sunlight. Critics are met by a phalanx of human Wiener penis pics. Hillary accusers are Putin puppets, and every one of them is anti-woman QE-fucking-D. Harry Reid has even formally accused Comey of breaking the law himself. You swing a hammer, we swing an ax.
It’s all been very impressive. I believe there are now some four separate inquiry/investigations concerning the Clintons directly or of their close associates. James O’Keefe has heroically recorded verbal admissions of violent incitement at Trump rallies along with boasts about 50 years of liberal election fraud. Wikileaks has essentially live-streamed the ongoing octopus-copulation between the Clinton campaign and its media porn whores. For none of which has Anderson Cooper yet secured a disavowal.
That’s because the disavow game is a chump’s exercise intended strictly for those who excel in that role: conservatives.
And do they ever. Trump faced an insurrection of sniffing salon ladies practically from the moment he announced his candidacy. With every old indiscretion unearthed by the left’s trash monkeys, NeverTrumpers would vainly sashay before the cameras in their chastity belts. Libs paint camouflage on their face before going to political war, while conservatives paint mascara. The point of which to look lovely in their perpetual virtue pageant. Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the most moral of them all?
One of the most conspicuous of these conservative lady-boys is Nebraska senator Ben Sasse, who recently furrowed his brow to wonder aloud why democrats weren’t desecrating their own flawed candidate as republican rectitude should dictate. You can’t expect a mere senator to understand politics, though there is a very simple answer to that: the left wants to win, they want to rule, and they want to build favelas on the bones of your conservative constituents.
This is why the alt-right is tearing through their blubber. Republicans have confused conflict for pomp. As they spray their hair, the left forms ranks to fight. That one side of this contest consistently wins is something that requires lavish corporate subsidies to never comprehend.
But the days of pummeling beautiful losers are drawing to a close. Many millions of Americans are going to vote for an uncouth pussy-grabbing bastard who builds a wall and smashes crusty orange-colored fists into the snouts of their enemies. That’s the future of petri-dish Western politics. And it’s well time conservatives left the changing room to get on the right side of it.