A President for All Neurotics, Karens, and Big Pharma Execs

Totalitarianism, modern history has shown, usually comes in the form of charismatic leaders whose speeches were, at the very least, consistent and entertaining. I mean, no Nazi left the Nuremburg rallies in 1934 saying, “Well, that was uninspiring!” or “Meh.” No actual fascist departed from a Mussolini speech and turned to their fellow authoritarian and said, “Mi dispiace, but il Duce just wasn’t on today.” Same for Lenin, Wilson, Stalin, Roosevelt, Castro, Ho Chi Minh… and the beat goes on.

But with Uncle Joe (Biden not Stalin this time), even his most ardent supporters are left scratching their heads. In other words, totalitarianism usually comes in a much more coherent and spirited form. His banality and senility are really the only things novel about him.

So, last night, in a Billy Madison-esque rambling, incoherent, and impervious to logic speech, Uncle Joe ushered in bold American-styled totalitarianism in the most boring of ways.

Say one thing for it: I was left more inspired to defy whatever he wishes to force me to do. “Get the vaccine,” he whispered as a coda and Jedi-mind trick. Everyone should have retorted, “Get bent!”, but alas, there are too many midwit fascists among us, nodding and virtue signaling along.

The real take away from that mess last night should have been that the chief executive of the United States is under the erroneous impression that his job is, as he stated, “to protect all Americans,” as if that was even desired or remotely possible.

Another conclusion should have been that the empty suit and vacuous head sitting in residence at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. in the City-of-Thieves just pitted 75 percent of American adults against the other 25 percent who he characterized as American dalits, that is to say, the lowest caste in Indian society–the Untouchables.

And what he declared the quarter-defiants to be were equivalents to his declarations about Texas and Mississippi months ago, after the executives of those states ended mask mandates; namely, neanderthals. Wait, neanderthals who are now endangering the vaccinated-“civilized” who really should not be compromised because they are vaccinated. What?! Huh?! Exactly.

Not that he would know it because Biden appears to possess the historical knowledge of a drunk goat on Beale Street in Memphis, but he is utilizing a time-tested, demonic, and (given human nature) quite effective political strategy. It is one of pitting all of the government’s, all of the establishment’s, all of the deep state’s failings on a minority of the vice-signaled, non-conformists who are subverting “the good”. The great Michael Malice, who grew up in the Soviet Union and who is knowledgeable of Soviet propaganda, states that this was the go-to strategy of the aforementioned Soviet dictators. The dissidents were called the wreckers. Malice’s take is affirmed in by Yuri Slezkin’s tome on the Soviet system, The House of Government.

Collectivization doesn’t work: Well, then that’s those dirty kulaks with their productive, self-run homesteads. Lenin said kill them. They were killed. Swaths of Soviet subjects of all kinds and ethnicities are not compliant to Bolshevism, you know, with all of the censorship, purges, confiscation and killing? Well, that is because of foreign, capitalist subversives among us. Kill and/or imprison anyone suspected not to be Red-enough to the tune of new concerts wherein the orchestra would play with only factory instruments and farm tools, producing a Satanic cacophony. There are grain production shortages, well, that must be because those willy Ukrainians are hoarding it in their private barns. So, Stalin confiscated all the grain and left 8 million dead in the Holodomor. Bang, chink, hum, ha; the band plays on…

The music of totalitarianism remains the same; its verses, Joe Biden sputtered out last night. After all, as the living Uncle Joe said, “This is not about freedom.” In that, he is right. It is about power. It is about control. It is about coercion. And if you think it stops here, with a mask and a jab or perpetual series of both, you are sorely mistaken.

The federal government has declared war on a quarter of the population.

Time for the wreckoning.