Super Tuesday: DNC scheme working as planned
Greetings fellow swampers and those preferring to remain dry:
Please show some forbearance here because I break out into laughter all day since seeing the Super Tuesday ST results.
Ho, ho, etc.
What did you expect? Really? C'mon. I've been telling you that the DNC will not abide Mr. Sanders and his vision of the 40 Acre Wood. No. No way. So, this year, because of the superdelegate intrusion rule change, they modified their earlier Russiagating charges, knowing that even the least informed Amerikans are not going to fall for their tired, old shit. Get me some fresh stuff, straight from Tom Perez's rear orifice. This old stuff has lost its aroma.
Ha, Ha. Ooops, I wasn't supposed to do that again.
Bernie is on the edge of gigantic national breakout after NH-IA-NV. Can't let Bernie get the mojo working. We'll stop that radical socialist-commie, Bastard, even if takes lots of Bloomie's money--and some from Georgie Soros.
Wow. The day before Buttjiggle drops from the race, even though it took him 18 minutes to say so. Pledges delegates, in a sense--he "requested" that they support JoJo.
Oh, now I know what some poor Tourette's patients experience: bouts of involuntary laughter. Don't worry, unlike Tourettes sufferers, I will be fine in the morning--but until then, oh well.
Next, right on cue, with perfect timing following the exiting of Mayo Cheat, Amiable Amy, polling to do quite well in MN delegate-wise, decides to drop and support JoJo. Gosh, what a coinkydink.
Now, golly gosh, JoJo already got himself a shit ton of unearned delegates. Imagine that.
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Sorry, the laughter got me again. Really, I am trying to suppress my reptilian brainstem--but I can't help it.
Please, do not tell me which states voted for who and by how much. Please don't do that. Do you honestly believe that a DNC election would be any more valid than a WWE match? I don't give a damn what the numbers are, what the identarian breakdown is, how the candidates got what support from where. Don't mean more than a politician's promise, i.e., nothing, nada, zilch.
Biden, despite ever more appearance of mental errors (only the charitable can call them gaffes--that's like calling the Black Plague as common cold), persists in his Quixotic quest for Ultimate Power. You know that ain't gonna happen. You gotta know this, really.
Biden is under attack from three fronts. Most wars don't survive two fronts.
Front 1: Ukrainian (read Trumpian) revenge. Shokin didn't take kindly to mercury poisoning. He begged Zelensky to do what should have been done when JoJo was Obomba's point man: prosecuted Burisma and investigated Hunter B. Now the Donald has the legal backing to let Barr loose on Hunter B., Devon Archer, and JoJo himself. Even Lovely Lindsay is starting to call in conspirators to Crossfire Hurricane to testify in the Senate.
Front 2: TPTB. This cabal, however you may choose to populate it in your mind, is calling the shots. Even today, Commander Cheeto referred to JoJo's staff as his handlers--you know, the kind of person who helps a disabled person across the street. I don't think Donny meant it that way, but hey.
Front 3. This in itself is a biphasic attack.
Phase 3A is the relentless progression of dementia, which seems to be getting more noticeable. Yeah, no armchair or swamp side diagnoses. But JoJo's marbles are exiting his pockets.
Phase 3B aka "the Sicilian flu". This refers to sudden debilitating illnesses of mafia bosses prior to criminal proceedings in court. The afflictions were dramatic. So that the poor mobster was too ill to adequately participate in his defense. After the proceeding ended, the Sicilian flu magically ended restoring the victim to wonderful vigor.
Now for some military metaphors: we shall discuss tactics and strategy. Why do I choose military analyses, especially from WW2? This is because, obverse to von Klausewitz, politics is war by other means.
Here's the scene, because we must set the stage to understand what George Webb would call a "school play". JoJo, standing in the midst of ruins (representing his heretofore shattered campaign) looks around amazedly to see that he has for the now passed Bernie in delegate count. Whether this trend will continue only had to await one day to be answered. Mike Bloomberg, some $700M poorer, drops out, bequeathing his delegates to JoJo.
Wow. The whole Dem establishment is now waiting on Liawatha to see whether she will suck up to JoJo (the question merely remaining as to what's her price). Soon, Lizzie will lick the DNC boots, hoping the party won't primary her when her term expires.
The troops of the two sides engage in ferocious battle, with two outliers (Tulsi and Lizzie) quietly wait for the final campaign (i.e., the convention). I predict Lizzie will enter the ByeDone camp before the convention.
Bernie grabs the lead. Then JoJo grabs the lead, then Bernie recaptures the lead. JoJo then gets reinforcements before the convention. But then so does Bernie. Who gets the majority? A plurality just won't do. Will it be Bernie? Will it be JoJo? It won't be Liawatha. Sadly, Tulsi won't get to where she should belong.
Sorry, I can't type when I'm laughing.
Comes the convention. Only two immediate outcomes:
1. Bernie wins (I am still offering 1,999,999 against 1 odds this won't happen). Lefties, progressives and even right wing Clinton-haters rejoice. Bernie then resupplies his army, gathers more ground troops, skirmishers (surrogates as they call 'em these days), signals intelligence, etc. A vicious campaign is in store for the Independent-cum-Democrat Sanders against the Mighty Drumpf. Oh the carnage--sorry folks, that's a movie trailer for a movie that just won't happen.
2. JoJo becomes the standard bearer, but it is evident to all watching that ByeDone is wounded badly. Leaking from three spearpoint wounds, mentioned above, he visibly weakens. He is now down on his knees, about to die in a Wagnerian terminal aria lasting 30 minutes (as all good Wagnerian arias do). But before his head hits the floor, he reaches up and whispers, "I will not see the promised land. Please anoint HER in my stead".
Now, here, my crystal ball gets murky, which is what one might expect from a crystal ball in a swamp. HER may then effusively accept the nomination from the now prostate ByeDone:
"Thank you, JoJo. I am honored that you have the courage to recognize your failing health and withdraw from the race. Moreover, JoJo, thank you for your confidence in me to lead this great Republic...blah, blah, blah"
Afterwards, without a second's pause, HER steps over the still warm corpus of ByeDone, on her way to DNC Coronation.
Now, if you have enjoyed or at least tolerated this analysis, be prepared for news of HER impending marriage. Godzilla and Mothra, a Love Story, coming to a theater near you.