Do you think it matters that our alleged president has fallen myriad times and can’t get up? You do? You sap.
Watching President Gumby trip all over mystery sandbags at the Air Force Academy just reinforces what we all already know. He’s a senile, desiccated, crusty weirdo with delusions of mental competence. And no one cares, at least no one with the power to put this broken nag out to pasture. The mass of normal people might care if they really understood just how far the decay has gotten. Fortunately, we have a fearless truth-telling class of journalists who are unwilling to allow off-narrative facts to prevent them from bravely speaking truth to power. And if you believe that, you need to watch out for those cunning sandbags because you’re mentally defective too.
Now, we could spend some time talking about the massive hypocrisy at play. We could scream “Imagine if this bumbling fool was a Republican!” But we don’t have to imagine. We know. Donald Trump walked down a wet ramp and steadied himself and this was a five-alarm 25th Amendment emergency. But Grandpa Badfinger spills all over the place, whether on a bike or an airplane ladder or a flat surface, and it’s no big deal. It’s racist for you to even notice. Or maybe sexist, or transphobic. It’s something bad.
But let’s not get stuck on the whole hypocrisy thing. Sure, it’s hypocritical. No one cares, at least no one with power. We hardcores don’t care. We are based. We know the regime media’s entire purpose is to reinforce the narrative du jour of the ruling class. Today, it’s going to be that a president’s ability to perform basic functions is irrelevant. Tomorrow, with another Republican, it’ll be super-relevant once again only because it will be useful again. We shouldn’t bother pointing it out to each other. We shouldn’t bother highlighting the difference between how they treated Trump’s personal life and how they’ve treated Hunter’s stripper-baby’s granddaddy. Crying about hypocrisy has gotten boring, and to display shock over the double standards betrays a tiresome naïveté, as if we somehow believe that there’s some sort of rule out there that compels consistency, objectivity, and fairness. We know there’s none of that. Facts and truth are irrelevant to the situation. There is only power, which means we’ve got to get power and use it to crush the left. They’ll cry. They’ll complain. They’ll tell us it’s against our conservative principles to fight our enemies, and our proper response is to laugh at them. And to keep crushing them.
Obey