One of the interesting observations that has been mentioned by people both on the Left and Right is that the mood at the Republican Convention is not the usual atmosphere of nervous tension and fear. It has been replaced by one that has been described variously as excitement, confidence and almost giddy jubilation. For once Republicans haven’t been gaslighted into despair by the national media.
And that’s great. Even if eventually the Democrats manage to steal the election, at least for the time being, Republicans are openly talking about their agenda and why it will be a boon for the American people. And why is all this happening? I’d say it’s no coincidence that George and Jeb Bush, Mitt Romney, Mike Pence, Liz Cheney and all the rest of the establishment Republicans have stayed away. I’m guessing they weren’t disinvited. They just knew that this wasn’t their party anymore. And I guess it would be degrading for them to be ignored and disparaged by the new owners of the GOP; Donald Trump and his rowdy friends.
I’ll confess that I’m pretty excited about this snub. I am a very vindictive guy and knowing that Liz Cheney and Mitt Romney are getting the cold shoulder is a rare pleasure. Schadenfreude is a guilty pleasure for most but I revel in it. These are people who despise the great unwashed. The fact that they look down on normal people is why I hate these elitist swine. Ordinary people run the gamut from devils to saints. And they deserve to be considered on an individual basis just as the rich should be.
And this is the lesson of Trump. He is this fabulously wealthy, crazy man who rubs elbows with the captains and the kings of industry and society. He could be one with the rest of the aristocrats. But he still feels a connection to hoi polloi; the many. Maybe it’s because he was born and raised in New York City back when it was still a place where rich and poor had some things in common. We still celebrated the same holidays and watched the same ball clubs and movies and maybe still felt a feeling of community when the Twin Towers were destroyed in 2001.
For whatever reason he’s decided to be our champion. He’s even faced a bullet now. For better or worse, he’s our guy. And most of the Republican Party has finally reconciled to that reality. And whether we see him triumph in November and take his second shot at fixing this terribly broken country or see him go down in flames and report to prison to serve out the rest of his life behind bars, we’re going to follow this parade either up to the shining city on the hill or off the cliff.
And since the die is cast, we might as well enjoy it a little. Joe and Mika and Crazy Joy Reid have been almost apoplectic since the hilarious Trump-Biden debate where Dementia Joe revealed to the world that he’s down to just a handful of brain cells and can no longer pretend to be sentient. Watching the various components of the “independent” press beclown themselves trying to reconcile the claim that Joe Biden is both a president of enormous accomplishments and a human turnip is endlessly entertaining. After the assassination attempt MSNBC pulled Morning Joe off the air for a day to avoid one of the psychotic denizens of that show saying something so disgusting that the last three people in their audience finally give up. Watching Joe, the next day complaining bitterly about this “betrayal” was very amusing.
I’m guessing the next act will involve all the people who begged Joe Biden to drop out of the race because he’s a jabbering moron switching gears and swearing on a stack of bibles that he’s actually a super genius of Wiley Coyote caliber. That should be rich. Well, I’m thankful that my enemies are in disarray and acting crazier than usual.
Now, on with the show.
Q: How do Joe Biden’s brain cells die?
A: Alone.
People will look back on Joe Biden’s presidency and ask. “How the hell did they think he could run for re-election when he couldn’t even remember his vice president’s name?”