2016 was the Star Wars election where a plucky band of rebels blew up the Hillary Death Star and sent Barack Obama careening into oblivion, or was it Jeb Bush? 2020 was the Empire Strikes Back Election. The rotting corpse of Emperor Bidentine was installed on the throne and the rebels were battered and scattered. Now here we are for Return of the Trumpi. To torture this metaphor a little further I’m not sure if Nikki Haley and Vivek Ramaswamy are annoying enough to be Princess Leia and Yoda. But at least I’m sure that Chris Christie is Jabba the Hut.
Alright, enough of that.
As a reviled civic nationalist, I have been fighting a rear-guard action against the string of successful predictions of the dissident right for something like twenty years. They’ve been right about the Bushes and right about the Republicans in general and now we’ll find out if they’re right about the finality of, “We’re not going to vote our way out of this.” What we have in front of us is the acid test. Joe Biden has created the perfect storm to force the populace to vote for the Republicans. If he manages to win the 2024 election then nothing remains to dispute the truth of, “We’re not going to vote our way out of this.”
Granted, I’m already pretty sure it’s true. But I’ve been tempted back into the game by just how awful a mess Biden has made of the country. It’s becoming harder and harder to see the America as it was just a few short years ago. There’s not even the pretense that this isn’t the trajectory they mean to for us to be on. It’s just homeless encampments, unchecked urban violence and rust belt poverty as far as the eye can see.
It’s hard for me to see how anyone who isn’t either a welfare recipient or a true believer could look at what is happening to America and not say, “enough.” So that’s why I still have any lingering doubts about the finality of the Left’s victory. I desperately want to believe that even leftists who strive for all the progressive platitudes but live in the real world wouldn’t be horrified by the collapse of the beautiful world they once lived in and want someone to fix the zombie apocalypse that has unfolded before our eyes. Even if that someone is Donald Trump, the very devil himself.
So, here we go again. Another countdown to the “most important election in our lives,” another round of pathetic headlines by the New York Times and the Washington Post assuring us that Joe Biden, notwithstanding the fact that he can’t count past three, is the greatest president since Harriet Tubman and possibly a living saint. And that his only begotten son Hunter is completely above suspicion and, by the way, possibly a good choice for president in 2028. Oh, the pain.
Well, the only thing left for me to do is figure out who will be the Ewoks. Maybe we are. At this point I feel pathetic enough to fit the part.


