
Look out the window. Trump is finis.
And so is every incumbent and crony at his sweaty side. —Yet not for any reason sought by enemies or competitors!
It’s not our citizens who brought him down. No, eco-Karma has struck; Donald’s inescapable fate, his little thumb, is on the lever.
No one could hold the White House for a second term after what we’re about to witness. The Viper-in-Chief has always been an Olympian of poisonous self-pity—and now he holds the chalice.
“Hillary, or Obama,” we hear every day, “Or Mitt! —Would’ve been a million times more competent,” in the face of The Hot Zone.
But even gifted stewards would not survive the political backlash of a mass infectious disease unlike any seen in a century. The ignorant as well as the educated will wipe the incumbent out of office, a vox populi sweep.
Covid-19 has simultaneously revolutionized the Democratic primary in the blink of an eye.
Joseph Biden will be the general election candidate. —NOT because he is the best, or simply better, or because of a single one of his “policies”— nor because he is a centrist, or got more dough, or ANY other reason except this: Uncle Joe’s Face reminds people of pre-Plague. That’s it.
It calls to mind Alabama’s widow, Cordelia Wallace.
There is nothing that will stop Biden’s win, other than being felled himself by the virus.
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Bernie Sanders isn’t making a strategic error in the moment, or in any of his coming days. It doesn’t matter. There are no “if-only’s.” The Bros are irrelevant, and so are their critics.
It’s not even about red-baiting, anymore. The CoronaVirus breaks the Cold War; a feat incomparable. Bernie’s loss is unfair to him only in the sense that he isn’t the Etch-a-Sketch illustration of a book called The Old Days at the Oval.
The previous White House has achieved mythic Halcyon Status in one month. —Beyond any previous nostalgia. The Obama’s must be stunned to see it.
There is nothing Bernie could do or say to change the general election now, except to survive, and show up. —To press his influence at a time when corruption and capitalism are shown at their most pathetic and ugly. He’s going to do that; it’s just a matter of fighting off a fever. That’s what I hope for Bernie. —For Elizabeth. For all of them! It crushes us to think of genuine public servants suffering from this.
We’re going to lose so many people. The world already has. All kinds. People who fought for a moral and compassionate life, for a generational and bio-sensitive future, for human poetry in motion. People whose names will mean so much in memory.
AIDS P.T.S.D is a bitch.
I hope all the primary candidates are guarding their health like a precious jewel. We need competent hands in motion.
Speaking of febrility... President Zero is likely sick as of this writing. That’s his final nickname: (0).
We will witness Trump’s coded corporeal efforts to stay alive. It’s going to be a grotesquerie.
Yes, we’ll watch it, if we can lift our heads off our feverish pillows. Trump’s centrality to the disaster, and his irrelevance, will be a matched set in about 12 weeks.
Picture this: the physical survival or fatality of the Trump family line, will be eclipsed by funereal shame for all time.
Impeachment and removal would’ve been a kiss.
If only. If only the coup de grâce was our royal species, our over-rated smarts, stepping up to the plate—instead of a microscopic corona-headed King of the Bugs. The cosmic humility is deafening.
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