Joe Biden meandered through a two-hour press conference, supported by
puppeteers who flashed canned talking points on his prompter. Joe repeated
himself endlessly, claimed that he achieved great things, contradicted himself,
and improvised that it's okay for Russia to invade Ukraine a little, insisting
that his first year in office had been a brilliant success, that grocery stores
are fully stocked, he solved the supply chain problem, and it's up to the Fed
to tame inflation — all of which is false. Biden denied he said that Republicans
were racist, but if they limit mail-in ballots or demand voter ID they're
racist.
No mention of China. No discussion of fentanyl or the millions of border crashers
transported to Florida and other states. No comment on the crisis in health
care. Vague hand waving about therapeutics that FDA banned, hoarded, or delayed
from production. Testing won't matter if kits are mailed to millions. Everybody
is going to test positive. Mailing a billion masks made in China is an insult
to our intelligence. Britain ended its mask mandate. Forcing little kids to
wear masks is crippling their development. Our cities are ablaze with crime and
tens of millions of Americans have quit their jobs, mainly because they don't
want to use dangerous public transport or drive a car that could be carjacked.
It's not on Biden's prompter as President In Name Only, idly dreaming of
trillions to bribe intersectional Democrats.
Don't give the phony puppet a second's thought or discussion. The only
reason that Joe remains in office is a poison pill threat. Kamala Harris is a
moron who smiles and laughs, can't form a sentence that makes any sense. Sure,
she could be scripted like Joe, and Harris can play the race card, typecast for
the role by Central Casting and a casting couch, which is how she became a bit
player in San Francisco, Sacramento, then U.S. Senate for an audition, voting
the party line, incapable of facing Putin or Xi.
China owns Lunch Bucket Joe. Midterms are going to be rigged.
Go ahead, vote. Rally the base. Make reasoned arguments in good faith. When
it fails, come back and revisit me as a framer of last resort, which is one of
the chapter titles in my book about the constitution of government in Galt's
Gulch, a fictional place that existed seven years in physical reality. I was
there. Liberty was a widely shared value. I fought spooks and cabals, and they
fought back, no different than black hats or hostile takeover by pools of dark
money. That's what liberty implicitly requires. There is no free or cheap ride
to freedom, politely voting for honesty and fairness. Evildoers must be fought
talon and claw by physical Eagles and Kangaroos they can't print like toilet
paper promissory notes.
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