Please finish drinking, swallowing, or inhaling fellow swamper et. al., Your beloved medical analyst has analyzed one Bernard Sanders, 78 y.o., married, caucasoid Ashkenzai life-long politician, Vermonter and dependent-independent.

My initial anatomic diagnosis of Mr. Sanders concluded that Mr. Sanders, of Vermont (to be precise):
has the stamina of someone 20 years or even more years YOUNGER than his chronologic age
Has the vocal apparatus of a bull with timbres akin to angry Brooklynese
Has extremely well-crafted cognitive assemblies (we docs call them connectomes
Excellent neuronal myelination, which makes him very good at come-backs
Mean-benign-kindly-curmugeonly personality characteristics
Amazing posture and mobility for an erectly ambulating spine-deficient individuals. Cartilage, if well-built like the cartilage in sharks can offer surprisingly adept temporary supports. To function fully after any use, the cartilage must be placed in a stress free environment.

After exposing my medical biases concerning the anatomy and physiology of one B. Sanders, you may infer bias at any or all of my following ideas and then blast away. Yes, some here in our digital community delight in such activities--perhaps that relieves the boredom ensuing from semi-hemi-demi-isolation of several weeks' duration. Whatever. Sometimes my ideas are worth ignoring.

Analysis of B. Sanders, 78 M, political genius

Reviewing the state of Mr. Sanders campaign, throughout a timeline which really began in 2016. (Advice to non-medical types: statement of any physiologic or pathophysiologic condition follows certain common pathways. Common pathways does not imply identical pathways. This is biology after all).

Now that we have mentioned the necessity to disambiguate ideas, themes, etc. then we may continue on our scientific ways. But if our desire is to act politically, then it behooves the candidate to purposefully be as ambiguous as possible without obvious lies. But this essay is so constructed that we proceed on an unambiguous path of analysis, hopefully eliminating any ideological arguments.

This essay is NOT about Ideas. This is ABOUT politics.

introduction:

Mr. Sanders, from hereinafter being referred to as B., had run a faltering campaign. My analyses of the reason for such lapses in momentum and posture are irrelevant. Not discussed here. But Bernie went into Ioway lookin' like a Champ. His camp and B. himself exuded confidence. Big smiles.

Then a see-saw battle raged until super Tuesday. First the Klowns began departing the stage, falling off as if from a slowly moving bus dragging "Kandidatura" hither and yon. Anybody remember Eric Swallwell who is famous for being "BOLD without the Bold"? Anybody remember that Clown? Fuck-it-all, he's still a Californicate Representative of the Ruling Class. (I am sure some government types might acronymize that. Here. I'll try. CROTRC. Not very catchy I'm afraid. Please, help out and see if any can snazz up this anemic acronym).

Super Tuesday brought an avalanche off the Klown Bus. To her credit, Whoizliz didn't budge. She held onto the stolid vertical poles between the apposing exit doors. Whoizliz in fact seems to have melted. Please excuse the digression: Lizzie played the dumbest political game in recent presidential history. Liawatha conceivably (nightmarishly) might have won the nomination if she had possessed 3 necessities:
1. Courage
2. Integrity
3. Intelligence

I could, but I won't write a hole essay, er whole essay about Pocohantos--but that's a waste. She's a waste. Her career is over: Berniecrats rightfully despise her. Hillbots will do this to their enablers: find the nearest bus to throw their helpers under. Et tu, B.? Remember, B.: "Nobody likes him".

Back to B.'s campaign.

Super Tuesday, just singing the DNC Blues here. Kinda catchy. That song was really popular back '16. Yep, B. understandably fell victim to the negative winds blowing his way (Neera, Robbie, where are you?). Although he never has given up, affirming that there is a younger person inside that septuagenarian's upright, daily lean body, his momentum slowed almost to non motion . But, plucked up by Nina Turner and the wonderful Doctor (of philosophy), he charges forward once again.

Brilliant Change of Strategy

Maybe B. suddenly wants to win this. Maybe he's thinking:

"Fuck them. Fuck them all. I will take those sniveling connivers down without firing a shot. Those DNC morons haven't had an original thought since Bubba's third way. FDR, my ass. Republicrat con job, those mofos. I'll get them!

(...think...think...think some more)

The nomination goes to Mr. JoJo ByeDone former Vice-Premier of Ukrania (fVPU), boot lackey to the mighty Obiden-bama. Denying vehemently that the esteemed former VP of Ukrainia has any bats in his belfry [see foot note 1], the DNC continues to build support (that's easy) and enthusiasm (not so easy) for their soon to be annointed figure-head candidate.

FOOT NOTE 1: Due to the current plandemic pandemic, we have DNA-sequenced those bats retrieved from JoJo's belfry. Our independent, non-governmental labs have predetermined that none of the bats have SARS-CoV-2 RNA. Thus Mr. ByeDone does not have--wait for it--COVID-19. But, in the interest of full disclosure, Mr ByeDone has the first documented chronic SARS-CoV-1 encephalitis. To explain this to our non-medical readers, this affliction is eating tiny holes, lots of 'em. Some are so small you might call them "teeny tiny" with absolutely as much precision as the news from MSM. End of foot note.

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From bitter experience, Bernie is aware of the physical might of his opponent. Jiu-Jitsu. Use the enormous but mindless strength of the hulking, menacing, DNC monster (sounds somewhat like alligators intellectually).

The mighty, ever-so-mighty DNC monster has been pulling mr. fVPU toward the nomination, whenever it is to be shown on TV. One cannot push a wet noodle but one can drag it gently.

The DNC messages craft a new persona (with the aid of James L Enfantis of Ping Pong Pizza, Washington, D.C.)

Star Power! Trumpian in stature! Strong! Unafraid to to take strong stances! He'll fight!

Nice try Dems, but you've brilliantly promoted Trump! Genius, sheer genius.

Soon, teleprompter don't seem to register on JoJo's retinae. Hence resorted to the printed word, writ large, on white paper in large black type, Mr. fVPU still falters. Somewhere, faint cries of "Andrew" are heard. But DNC will persist in their single-minded unwavering direct course to disaster. B. sees that train acomin' and decides that he is going to take a different approach.

Here is the brilliance. Compare and contrast the current state of politicking in this Pandemic Time.
Observe the stalwart, unwavering support for JoJo. Forget his declining mentation for now. What ideas does he mouth (although he probably cannot fashion a decent sentence independently within his own brain, let alone make the sounds with his vocal apparatus), he no longer comprehends. Everybody sees this except for those in the Royal Court of Us, not the Ants. (RCOUNTSA).

B. sees it. The loyal Band of Berniecrats see it. Drumpf sees it, smiling more broadly with every Bidenism. But does the Murky Swamp Miasma (MSM) see it? They probably do but won't say so. They hope the mass of Amurikans will overlook the fact that kindly, no Malarkey Joe can't craft a sentence--even with notes.

So, B. wisely chooses to be the Left's Voice of the Pandemic. El Trumpo is masterfully being the Right's Voice of the Pandemic. Although El Trumpo is doing horrible things to Venezuala and Iran all the time, people look to El Trumpo for salvation. Salve Populus Amerricensis, Deus. No greater ratings hath he, Commander Cheeto, enjoyed since pushing Obamanations out of the White House in 2017.

El Trumpo right or wrong is appearing strong, calm, decisive. He pushes recalcitrants like False-faced Fauci and Babushka Birx to do what he says. They push back in public briefly. But the establishment experts, Fauci and Birx, have seen the light. This means that they realize that Commander Cheeto is the most powerful person on Earth. What those two corpromedics realize clearly is that they, their careers, their fortune, their families can be obliterated should they dare enrage Commander Cheeto. This is why the slow walking of "official medical acceptance" of 80 year old CQ, it's younger scion HCQ, now in its 20's, plus the beloved Z-pack in treatment of the Dreaded CHINESE plague.

Getting right down to it: Trump is promoting his ideas, whether correct or incorrect. He is promoting things which people can affirm if they wish--but he is visibly doing things. His COVID-19 actions, considered absent the political pork attached to its funding, are debatable but medically reasonable ideas. Ideas. Position. Clarity. Leadership. This is Trump's image during the pandemic.

Bernie brilliantly returns political debate away from Orange Man Bad to IDEAS. Positions about what measures will help the American people. No other Lefty is doing that anymore. From consideration do never include Pelosi-Schumer et. al. bullshit. Those fucktards politicos are in it for themselves and their buddies. Refer to RCOUNTSA above.

B. on the other hand espouses many ideas, unlike the Camel, Amiable Amy, Pocohantos, and ByeDone who have no ideas capable of helping the Ant People, meaning us. Thus, they sayeth naught.

So Bernie is on the public stage, pleading his case for improved health systems, less financial strangulation of the poorer, M4A. Right or wrong, and I eschew issues themselves in this essay explicitly, he is making a case for action. Now, B. is fired up, as before. Now B. sees HIS PATH to election but more importantly B. sees this as a golden opportunity to showcase his platform assembled over decades. The background noise of sports and celebrity and TV and dishwashing are abated. What we hear, loudly and clearly is CORONAVIRUS. Will the public heed anything more important than their own life or death?

We have political coronavirus encephalitis. Monomania. One thought and one need to enable further survival of self. Solve this Pandemic, dear B. or Drumpf. Whomever has the most rational plan wins. If Trump makes a serious mis-step with the loud background of B.'s stentorian demands for stronger or differing actions, B. will surge ahead.

Here is Dr. Alligator's emendation of Bubba's famous quote.

Bubba's profound advice, and the smartest thing he ever said: "It's the economy stupid"!

But Dr. Alligator gets things down to the most basic:

"It's your life, stupid!"

Amurrikans, patriots, citizens, choose which version of life you prefer: Bernie or Donald. Then vote accordingly.

For those pitiful morons and degenerates who could consider voting for ByeDone, I suggest you not breed with those thinking otherwise. For certainly, those who abide by Biden are doomed to be victims of Social Darwinism on an extinction-like scale.

Summation:

Bernie is re-energized
Bernie found his Mojo
Bernie is pushing ideas, not reacting to DNC nonsense
Bernie is the only Lefty with a large following, quite large indeed, speaking the gospel of M4A and self-preservation.

Conclusion:

No Lefty can outflank Bernie.
No Lefty will be believed as much as Bernie
No Lefty has the guts to sell real, unadulterated M4A

IF B. stays this course of brilliance, he may push Biden aside, if he is allowed to live, and face off against Trump. May the better man win!