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You know, there should be a real stench in the air right now, and I’m NOT talking about all the BS flowing from the other side. Not from the Harris campaign itself, the pollsters trying to talk you out of voting (if you hadn’t already, which is truly messing with their dope), or just the shrieking noxious Left in general.

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No, the stench should be coming from our side, burning feathers and incense, smudging sage, and barbequing sacrificed chickens to ward off and protect ourselves from EH-VAH contracting the slightest case of whatever madness these foaming lunatics have caught.

I mean, when we point to not possible but probable outcomes of a – GOD FORBID – Harris victory tonight (or next year, depending on Arizona), we’re working from fact-based directional postulations. For example, the Biden-HARRIS administration has managed to tank the economy in three-plus years. She has promised more of the same handouts, carveouts, and anti-business regulations; ergo, the economy will be worse.

It’s hardly algebra, and there’s no guesswork. It’s a straight line from Point A to Point C.

The same goes for environmental lunacy destroying our standard of living. From decreeing windmills and solar have prominence over and will replace the old reliables before they are even completely tested and ready – if they ever could – while ignoring the impact of the cultish experiment on Americans with electric rates skyrocketing even as availability plummets…well?

Again, we are safe in supposing we have a cold, dark, miserable, and ruinously expensive future ahead of us.

Straight line.

However, in the world of progressives, this sort of objection to a candidate doesn’t exist. Well, anymore, anyway.

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 Every single reason for disapproval, disagreement, or disgruntlement with an opponent can’t be a matter of differing opinions or worldviews.

It is a constant game of hyperbolic one-upmanship. Who has a more fantastical, hysterical “IF TRUMP WINS…*insert apocalyptic prediction*…” than the Cassandra before him.

During this last run, Trump has inspired an amazing amount of “newscast” and talk show snuff fantasies in a mere three months’ time.

It’s as if Joe ScrewYourBorough hears Whoopie Goldberg scaring herself and the harpies with lurid nightmares of Trump snatching up the POC half of a biracial marriage and is compelled to top that performance on his show.

TRUMP IS GOING TO EXECUTE EVERYONE

Ai yi yi. The madness feeds itself.

Granted, some of the loons are in a class of their own…

…but they still have a network gig, right?

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NO GOING TO MARS BECAUSE TRUMP!

Somebody somewhere is watching.

The ones who really surprised and sincerely saddened me are the doomsayers who were once the picture of universally respected professionals and now are the most representative of the decay in those ranks. They symbolize the rotting woke core of academia and Science™ now smiling their rictus grins for the camera as they make their latest, grimmest Trump-nouncement.

Like Michael Bechloss. 

Once upon a time, a respected presidential historian. And then I have no idea what in the actual frick- furk happened to him.

Now?

He’s little more than a compensated progressive fear fabulist.

In their fever dreams, I know it’s just a tiny step from banning writing them to Trump piling scholars underneath the Great Big Beautiful Wall he’s going to finish building between the US and Mexico, like he was the second coming of Qin Shi Huang.

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There’s some history for ya.

If, God willing, Trump prevails in a few hours, besides being gloriously blessed, we’ll get to see the real meltdowns and the overwrought lamentations commence on an epic scale.

Those should be titanic enough to occupy a healthy portion of the history books that will still be written about all of this in decades to come.

Settle in, folks. If you’re so inclined, join me, the bossman, my partner in crime (David), and Sir John of Sexton for a live blog adventure through Election Night – 7 pm Eastern right here.

We would SO love to have you keep us company.

I’ve got a feeling we’re in for a helluva ride.

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT