I’ve been pretty salty—in the parlance of the kiddos these days—about the midterm election results, a level of disappointment I haven’t experienced since the 2020 presidential election.
It brought me back to this post, in which I opine about Trump’s loss and the stolen election. My hope was that the Republican Party would embrace the working-class voters that helped Trump win in 2016, lest they simply “return to being the party of agreeable losers.”
Looks like—ironically—the “agreeable losers” won, and have made losers of us all.
We all knew this announcement was coming, but making it official seals the deal and ends any lingering speculation.
Here’s another announcement of far less significance or magnitude, but one of importance to yours portly: The Portly Politico officially and formally endorses President Donald J. Trump in the Republican primaries and for President of the United States.
Well, the midterm elections have come and gone, and my primary reaction is bitter disappointment.
I’d been tepid about the elections this year, barely taking notice of them, but allowed myself to fall for the “red wave” hype. In a sane world, that should have happened—a major backlash against inflation and insanity.
Instead, we have a brain-dead automaton in the United States Senate and a lean Republican majority in the House—a majority, I fear, that will be ultimately meaningless. At the time of writing, the balance in the Senate itself is questionable, and the Democrats may even walk away controlling it—completely the opposite of what we all thought would happen.
I was a fool to get my hopes up about national politics. Even had the Republicans taken huge majorities, what would have been the result? Would anything have substantially changed?
Perhaps with time I’ll take a more measured response to events, but right now, it seems like our national republic is a joke, and the American people are addicted to government largesse and cultural degradation. We don’t want to improve, and we don’t want to be free. We want to be children, and children can’t govern themselves.
Well, here it is—Election Day 2022. The much-vaunted midterms have arrived, and it looks like it’s going to be a pretty good day for Republicans.
I’ll admit, I’ve been tuned out from and burned out on politics of late, and while I’m optimistic about today’s results for Republicans, I’m a tad disillusioned with the state of electoral politics generally. Will a “red wave” result in some meaningful reform this time around, or will GOP Establishment types wrangle the feisty upstarts and neutralize the MAGA Wing?
I’m not a “doomer” by any stretch—I sincerely hope for the latter, and I think it is the future of the Republican Party, if the GOP hopes to survive as a viable political party. History, however, is not an encouraging indicator.
That said, a sweeping Republican victory is, by any measure, vastly preferable to a sweeping Democratic one. At worst, I know a Republican House and Senate won’t screw things up further, and may make some marginal improvements; but a Democratic House and Senate, at worst, will double-down on the current insanity of lawlessness and moral relativism.
After two years under the befuddlingly tyrannical rule of a mentally-impaired geezer, our electoral standards have slid to meet the lowered expectations of our time. Now a mentally-impaired greaseball wants to be the United States Senator for Pennsylvania, and until a disastrous debate performance that was impossible to ignore, it seemed that Pennsylvanians were willing to vote for him.
To be clear, I take no pleasure in the profound illness of another person. John Fetterman suffered a stroke—a terrible thing—but he is still pursuing public office. As much as Henry Clay disliked Andrew Jackson in the 1824 presidential election, he wasn’t going to throw his support behind Secretary of Treasury William Crawford of Georgia (the election was thrown to the House of Representatives; Crawford was in third, but had suffered a major stroke and would pass away soon afterwards, with Clay giving his support to John Quincy Adams).
But we’ve grown accustomed to power-hungry wives and political parties propping up brain-dead puppets in public office. Indeed, the historians of the distant future will no-doubt look back at our time and think of it as The Age of The Impaired. We celebrate every manner of impairment—transgenderism, paralysis (both moral and physical), gluten intolerance, etc.—as some kind of special mark of holiness.
Of course, we should treat such people with compassion, but we shouldn’t be electing them to public office, no matter how good it makes us feel about ourselves to do so. Public service is hard, even for the able-bodied and clear-minded. Being a United States Senator is exceptionally difficult—and a position with incredible amounts of power and prestige.
What we saw with Fetterman—much like Marco Rubio’s glitching out in 2016—was an Establishment robot malfunctioning on live television. I’m only being mildly hyperbolic—Fetterman can only process incoming sounds via a computer. That’s a miraculous bit of technology, but do we want a cyborg serving as one of the 100 men and women of the US Senate? Even if we did, would we want one that was constantly breaking down in stressful situations?
Today Laura Loomer—the most censored woman in America—is taking a stab at the Republican nomination for her congressional district in Florida, which includes The Villages, the massive retirement community. She’s running against incumbent Daniel Webster, who skipped the Trump impeachment vote and is therefore, according to Loomer, complicit in it, as well as some swarthy nobody who might get a couple of percentage points.
Laura Loomer’s election—if she wins the primary, she’ll very likely win the very pro-Trump Florida 11th congressional district—would be a major boon for the America First movement, and would be yet another repudiation of the Establishment Republicans who are content to fiddle about an “insurrection” while the nation burns.
That very same Establishment suffered a major defeat last week, when busybody and daddy’s princess Liz Cheney fell to a Trump-endorsed candidate in the Republican primary for Wyoming’s single congressional district. Cheney’s defeat was a drubbing of epic proportions: she only garnered 28.94% of votes cast, with her opponent Harriet Hageman winning with 66.33% of the vote. Talk about a “repudiation of the Establishment Republicans,” am I right?
It’s a tale of two candidates. Liz Cheney represents the ossified, corrupt, dynastic, moralistic, staid, boring, ineffectual, kabuki theatre style of politics that has haunted our dear Republic for the last century. Loomer, on the other hand, is the bold, persecuted, spicy, fun, energetic, bombastic future.
If she wins today, it’s icing on the cake of Cheney’s defeat.
Yesterday I was sworn-in to a full term on Lamar Town Council. I was elected earlier this year in a special election, so this was my second swearing-in ceremony. Now, however, I’m in for a full four years.
My colleague on Council, Councilwoman Mary Ann Mack, was also sworn-in to her first full term after being elected last July. Our new mayor, Mayor James Howell, was sworn-in, too, marking the start of his administration.
The ceremony was short and sweet. We gathered on the front lawn of Town Hall at 5 PM. The judge ran each of us through the oath of office, starting with the new mayor and wrapping up with myself. There was a nice Christmas tree on the lawn, and lots of family, friends, and city employees were in attendance. Mayor Howell brought out the biggest crowd, with Councilwoman Mack bringing a few family members. I arrived solo, and had to take my oath on the Bible the local Methodist minister brought for her short invocation (apparently, I missed the memo to bring my own Bible—d’oh!).
It was one year ago today that The Z Man wrote that “America died” on 3 November 2020. I don’t think he meant it melodramatically, and it certainly encapsulated what a lot of us were feeling as we watched the fraudulent votes magically appear in the middle of the night.
The 2020 election woke a lot of people up, but even blatant fraud across multiple States has, sadly, gone largely ignored. The silver lining is that folks seem to have abandoned national politics and are focusing on what’s happening at the local and State levels. Indeed, there seems to be a general disengagement from politics, something that in the past I would have decried, but that now I think might actually be healthy—provided people are willing to make tough decisions for themselves.
Regardless, it’s hard to think about the 2020 election. Since then, we’ve been stuck with a old man who is essentially a corpse dangling from the strings of invisible hands. I thought a year ago that The Usurper Biden would be tossed from office at the first opportunity, but it’s occurred to me that he is too perfect a patsy for the radical elitists performing the marionette. For one, Kamala Harris somehow manages to be less likeable and more phony than Hillary Clinton, and progressives don’t like her. For another, it’s better to have a hollow man like Biden than a strident floozy like Harris, who might occasionally make a decision on her own.
Well, this topic is depressing. You can see why I’ve switched over to writing about music and the weather.