Which Way’s Up?

Assume makes an ass out of you and me. ‘Tis better to enumerate possibilities and criticize them to find the best of the available explanations and to assess how plausible and undeniable the best are.

So I had this thought some days ago: What if the two most recent Democrat presidential candidates were jacked up on drugs for their debates against Trump?

Ha, ha. Actually, like you I had that thought about Killary four years ago and about Bite Me before I even knew when the first debate of 2020 was scheduled.

No, I had a different troubling thought some days ago. I was not going to blog about it, but I can’t seem to focus on anything productive for me, so here’s my lame blog post. My mental health day excursion still on this damn computer.

You may recall that La Kunt had a few weird fainting spells during the 2016 campaign, I do declare. And the Polished Fossil has been—well—totally fucking senile. Funny how his arrogance is unabated. I notice that the true essence of my parents never fades like their vitality. They find a way. The quality remains the same.

So a few days ago I had this disturbing thought: What if Killary and Shell Game were NOT drugged for their presidential debates?

What I am positing is that they were drugged during their respective campaigns and drugged less, perhaps not at all, during the periods surrounding their debates. Is it possible that Killary fainted or eye rolled because she was drugged? Is it possible Bite Me is demented because he is being drugged?

When you consider the shit that TPTB have done and can do and know that they can do, the possibility cannot be immediately dismissed as implausible.

If drugs were being used so liberally, that would have profound implications on the importance placed on the savior of Cuckmurica by that which is way high. There is no indication from what I have seen that La Kunt is spaced out these days. It is possible that campaigns are exhausting I suppose, but I would expect exhaustion to be handled differently. She seems to have her faculties working. Only a month ago she strenuously advised Joe Biden to not concede the 2020 election results.

Since when does the candidate decide how his election results are decided? Since we are politically powerless, maybe?

I used to think that leaders lead, but now I know that at least in decline, or when subhumans have too much say, the herd makes their leader a tethered puppet. If the puppet goes outside of the acceptable bounds, the herd becomes a mob and defrocks the leader. The (((aliens))) have cultivated a mob in the administrative class that governs us. It is a motley crew. We are fed lies that make the old lies seem believable. Hard to say what the governing class is with concrete precision.

At some point the truth of the details do not matter. Our dreams and potentials are merely to be or not to be. But since it is not to be today or in the near future, we can speculate from the sidelines of what is for us.

Are the Dems running candidates on drugs? When are they on drugs and why? MK-Ultra? Yes, the idea is crazy. What bothers me is that it’s not more crazy than what crazy I think is necessary to explain any of what happened to me in this crazy fucking world.

If Trump is not another Reagan to keep the guns of the rubes in their closets as the noose tightens, I’m Orville Redenbacher. It amazes me, somehow still, that many Americans believe that four more years of Trump will make a difference. That is rational only for people over 70, but then what’s left to sacrifice after reaching 70? Solving that riddle of the common American dumbass as the rational choice of subhumans a la evolutionary psychology is left as an exercise to the reader. You will need to let your speculations run wild and then relentlessly kill the weak propositions. Inconsistency is incorrectness.

Spoiler: You won’t like what you find: a rational dependency on government farming. Livestock is rational once you realize the truth of what being livestock is. And to those who don’t like what I’ve written, moo from the bottom of my indispensable udders. Everybody presumes to be a sacred milk cow. All the cool people are doing it.

—‘Reality’ Doug, 03 October 2020

About ‘Reality’ Doug

I'm feed up with herd people, so civil and uncivilized, these feckless barbarians with manicures. Where is Galt's Gulch? and where are the people to go there? Who am I? Who is John Galt?
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