The Sane vs. the Insane

The alliance between Robert F. Kennedy Jr. and Donald Trump is many things.

But first it’s an all-clear signal to a large class of less-than-fully brain-damaged Americans that it’s OK to quit being insane. As you know, this election is no longer a battle between the political left and right. It’s an epic struggle-session between the sane and the insane.

You just witnessed the Democratic convention nominating an empty pantsuit whose only record as a high government official is failure to protect and defend the nation and to support its Constitution.

All arranged without any real votes cast. Pretty neat trick, pulled off under the banner of Saving Our Democracy.

Please understand that it was the result of hypnotizing so many vulnerable personalities into a mass formation psychosis. They were vulnerable because they are scared stiff by propaganda specifically targeting their deepest archetypal fears — in this case, fear of Daddy, meaning fear of behavioral boundaries, in short, of being civilized.

Thus, the advocacy for Hamas terrorists (Israel = Old Testament = moral boundaries), abortion (no more babies = die-off of cultural line), drag queens (“mother” = demonic imposter), open border (border = nation’s boundary), the Ukraine war (“let’s you and him fight”), censorship (hatred of fairness), mandates and lockdowns (destroy purposeful, meaningful, productive life) and so on.

The Role of the Intel Blob

The propaganda engineered to produce this madness surely comes from our intel blob. They have devoted all the years since the founding of the CIA in 1947 to developing and refining their methods of controlling our minds.

They have unleashed it lately at full force because they fear that Mr. Trump will deconstruct their intel blob and possibly prosecute some of its current and former officials for serious crimes such as treason, misprision of felonies and murder.

The final ingredient in all that is submission of the populace to these programmatic suggestions. Simply put, they yield to the fears induced in them. Try to enter the mind of a committed Democratic voter. You’ll discover that you are locked out. Sharing of thoughts is impossible because there is no thought in there, only disordered emotion.

Sure, there are Republicans who are nuts, but these days it seems to me the politically insane tend to cluster on the Democratic side of the spectrum.

Ask a Democrat what they think Donald Trump actually did as president for four years. I guarantee you they will say only one thing: He canceled abortion. Which is actually not true. He nominated several Supreme Court justices who ruled that abortion properly belonged under the jurisdiction of the 50 states. (It was the act of ruling that drove them nuts because rules = boundaries).

Of course, all the single wingbat crazy cat ladies of Boston, New York, Atlanta, Chicago, Minneapolis, Seattle, Portland, Denver and Los Angeles now raging over the issue are free to abort themselves to their hearts’ content, should some unlikely accident of misfortune find them pregnant.

It’s All About the Joy!

So Kamala Harris emerges from this Cluster-B personality disorder exercise in hypnosis (the convention) as the avatar of… “joy”… in the absence of any ideas about actually running the government of a country which, for the moment, is run by nobody because the current president (“Joe Biden”) is both mentally unfit and on permanent vacation.

None of this is very promising. The raptures of “joy” tend to obscure the idea that there is a future to be concerned about. Enter Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.

He explained his view of the situation and his role in it with unsurpassed clarity last Friday in a powerful and moving speech outlining a decision that must have been very painful for him. As I averred he would do last Friday morning, he denounced the party of his ancestors in unequivocal terms for coming to militate against its own traditional principles — opposing war, fighting for free speech, helping poor working people and against weaponizing government agencies.

He threw his support to Mr. Trump because it’s become obvious that Mr. Trump’s aims and ideas are more in tune with those forsaken principles of Mr. Kennedy’s father and his uncle, JFK.

And now he’ll campaign on behalf of Mr. Trump, with the expectation that he will play an important, well-defined role in the next Trump administration — in charge of a range of public health issues that he is deeply familiar with from decades of litigation and researching the books about pharmaceutical racketeering actually written by himself.

Trump’s also received the endorsement of former Democratic Rep. (and Lt. Col. In the National Guard) Tulsi Gabbard. Gee, I don’t know, maybe it has something to do with Kamala/“Biden” putting her on a terror watch list. Sure, Tulsi Gabbard is a terrorist. Whatever you say.

Kamala Needs Her Security Blanket

Kamala Harris was under so much pressure to do an interview, she finally did one with home-team supporter CNN. But not even her handlers think she can pull off an interview with a sympathetic ally so they put her out there with her security blanket, VP pick Tim Walz.

Last week Ms. Harris and Walz embarked on a bus tour around Georgia. Bus tours will be the signature of their campaign. Let me tell you what that means: Instead of flying expeditiously between campaign stops where they might have to state some positions on public issues, Harris & Walz will eat up many hours on long bus rides from Point A to Point B, hiding from the public and the press.

It’s an updated version of the “hide the senile old man’ campaign from 2020. The whole thing has a Potemkin village feel about it.

Bobby Kennedy, meanwhile, is cramming as many media appearances as possible into his schedule, submitting to questions about everything, including the latest barrage of accusations about his fully disclosed personal history.

Fox has had him on several programs, though the other cable news stations are ignoring him, as are The New York Times and the WashPo, except to publish scurrilous stories from his addled siblings and cousins — the latest being that he cut the head off a dead whale on the beach at Cape Cod with a chainsaw.

Readers are supposed to construe that to mean he murdered a whale with a chainsaw. That’s the media for you, folks.