…and so it is with deep thankfulness that we set ourselves down to watch its final days during, or before, or even slightly after, the coming November election. May all the powers of heaven and earth work together to make it sooner rather than later.
The place is an intrigue of vituperously aggressive putrescence, and there is not a person, living, dead, or borderline to either, who could resurrect that mess to become anything worthwhile ever again. It would be of benefit to the whole world if someone, or an army of someones, were to sweep it down the nearest drain hole to the nether world, tout suite. It would not matter much what replaced it. Anything would be an improvement.
Whether it makes it to November or not, there is no-one, as I said, with the necessary credentials, or even a shred of the essential chutzpah that the citizenry of the US, clinging as they are to the jagged edges of a black hole event horizon, could choose to extract them from the horrors that await. There is the current incumbent figure-head, who represents the ‘borderline to either (living or dead) that I mentioned. If he somehow manages, by some feat of devilry, to slither across the line, in a trail of his own slime, propelled by his final fart ahead of Trump (older Brits might appreciate the intended pun), it will be his final act. Trump, on the other hand, who might represent either the living or the dead come November but, either way, of whom there will be little that remains due to so many having taken a slice of him beforehand, would be entirely nonplussed to find himself back exactly where he was four years ago. That leaves only the newcomer, presidentially speaking, whom I have vociferously declared (though I doubt anyone was listening) to not be the answer to any hopes for a restart for the US. He is just another standard, off-the-peg, ‘America First’er. Which leaves him really somewhere near the back of the pack for choices. The last thing the US needs right now is someone trying to resurrect an America First agenda.
Which brings me to that lunatic Kunstler. Recently declared by me, quietly, as such. I still read his (deliberately adjectiveless) column, because I find that I do need to emit an occasional groan. It’s a health and balance thing, to offset my generally all too happy outlook. ’One Eyed’ and ‘Repetitive’ are his middle names. And his most recent blog piece is evidence he has finally completely lost it. Take a look…
‘Let the Games Begin’ – JH Kunstler – January 8, 2024
At just the time when he could begin to revel in the realisation of many of his projected warnings of the past several years now bearing fruit, what he comes out with is the usual Kunstler fare of inveterate corruption and mad, bad behaviour among the US ruling entity (fair enough, but has he no other line to plug?), but this time (not that it hasn’t emerged before), an unforgivable one time too many, tinged with flagrant misogyny – like ‘in a back room filled with estrogen vapors’ – and alt-cultural and alt-religion slaps like ‘to suck in Russia, Turkey, and a host of miscellaneous Islamic maniacs against us’.
Is it any wonder at all that the world wants to shun and be done with, and see gone, the US? And the sooner that happens, the better. This year of 2024 could be their last. So, come to think of it, they won’t need a president from next year after all.
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