I couldn’t bring myself to watch Mad Brandon last night. I had zero interest is how poorly he would deliver an outlandish and overly political speech written by the D faction of the deep state. I’m given to understand that he did not disappoint either those that support him (who wanted to see red meat) and those who did not (who tuned in to see just how far he would go or how far gone he had gotten).
The intertubes this morning are all spewing the predictable response(s) gen’d up by the R’s. They are all about pointing out the errors, missteps and absurdity of the many mischaracterization Brandon’s writers decided were best for consumption. I can’t watch these folk either as their exceptionally high opinion of themselves is balanced only by narratives crafted to appeal to the least intellectually capable among us.
I’ll not go into a rant on Trump, not because he’s not worthy of such (God knows he’s earned it), but because over the last 8 years everything that can be said of him has been. Suffice to say that I perceive him to be his own icon.
Prompted by the faceless many who’s personal gain is dependent on the conflict, the rift in our society predicably expands. The ever-present barbarians have paused pounding on our gates; they are as enthralled by the circus as our own citizenry. Their deadly beat will resume with great intensity should our affliction falter. Until then they are satisfied with watching us chase our tail with Red Sea pirates, or mired in endless sand traps spread across the most logistically unsupportable environs on the planet.
Chance did not bring us to this precipice.