Morons, by Robert Gore

Democrats may want to reconsider their embrace of the moronic.

There is no greater earthly pleasure than seeing people who pose as intellectually superior revealed as morons. Hillary Clinton was wretched, but Democrats have bought off half the electorate; there was no way they should have lost to a man who had never held office. Her defeat was a glorious culmination of delirious delusion that connoisseurs of the moronic will forever cherish. Shakespeare said, “All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players.” When you don’t know at whom the audience is laughing , it’s you. Last week, Reasons to Vote for Democrats: A Comprehensive Guide, a book of 266 blank pages, was number one on Amazon’s bestseller list (a few notches above Prime Deceit). Still, the donkeys don’t get the joke.

They have hitched their wagons to a galaxy of falling stars—in their infatuation with Hollywood, literally as well as figuratively. Once upon a time Tinsel Town was glamorous, but familiarity borne of celebrity overexposure has bred contempt. Except for their groupies, the Oscar red carpet set just doesn’t generate as much excitement as it used to. Hollywood is beset by challenges, including labor costs, the Internet, new competitors Netflix and Amazon, declining attendance, and over reliance on comic book franchises. It doesn’t take much of a literary bent to see the Best Picture snafu as a metaphor.

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It takes beyond Best Actor or Actress acting to hector “ordinary” people for their benighted ignorance while convincing them of your deep concern for their welfare. The ordinaries aren’t stupid, but the Democrats have gone all in on hectoring, insincere celebrities. Stars write campaign checks. “Public service” ads featuring Hollywood luminaries warning of Trump disaster helped more than hurt him. Thirty million is a big US audience for a Hollywood blockbuster; 32.9 million watched part or all of this year’s Academy Awards. A much smaller group consistently follow the stars (People magazine’s circulation, a good proxy, is around 3.5 million). Anywhere from 50 to 150 million Americans ignore or despise Hollywood. If they had any humility, which they don’t, contemplation of that imbalance would humble stars and their codependent Democrats.

The Dems have hitched their wagons double-tight to other falling stars that have already blazed their brightest: the mainstream media (MSM), the intelligence community, and academia. Just like Hollywood, the MSM’s stock in trade is make-believe, and just like Hollywood the MSM’s numbers are dwindling. It shed even the pretense of impartiality this last election, destroying what was left of its credibility while pontificating on “fake news.”

“You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ’em.” So crooned Kenny Rogers, and its usually a good idea to fold a few hands or step away from the table after a big loss. The moronic play is to bet heavily the next hand, regardless of the cards, and try to get it all back at once. Having lost big with Trump’s victory, the Democrats, their captive media, and the gang that couldn’t spy straight were well-advised to sit it out for a while. Instead, they doubled down with the equivalent of eight-high showing, nothing in the hole—the concocted Russian story and attempted coup.

With Wikileak’s release of Vault 7, and the promise of much more to come, Trump’s raking in yet another big pot (see “Plot Holes” and “Trump and Vault 7”). If the guy across the table’s stack keeps growing, and you’re reaching for your wallet, reconsider your dismissive evaluation of him and realize that perhaps you’re not as sharp as you think. Unfortunately for morons, they don’t do reconsideration and self-evaluation. The coup plotters had a weak hand they played poorly. Fortunately for them, unfortunately for the rest of us, they’re in the United States and will live to plot again. In most of the rest of our unfree world, they’d be lined up and shot.

In academia, slogan-spouting, mental-midget professors sing the praises of government—which pays their salaries—and shout “academic freedom” at anyone challenging either their funding or nonsense. Students ban challengers or knock them senseless as the faculty and administration look away. So much for academic freedom. Parents take out second mortgages and students take on six-figure student loans to be herded through politically correct curriculums that leave them intellectually stunted, prepared only for careers as baristas, Uber hacks, paid protestors, gender-neutral bathroom attendants, or social justice forum moderators. The code has been cracked on using modern technology to provide meaningful higher education at a fraction of the cost, but Democrats have plighted their troth with the costly, crumbling, and corrupt academy.

There are still a few Democrats around who protested the Vietnam War and reviled the establishment. Hockey superstar Wayne Gretzky said he skated to where the puck was going. Politically, the Democrats have skated to where the puck was back in 2001, embracing all the worst aspects of establishment Republicanism: foreign intervention, unipolarity, the military-industrial-intelligence police state, crony capitalism, bogus “free trade” deals, Wall Street bailouts, and noxious central bank machinations. Hillary Clinton is a political transvestite, wearing the garb of the opposition so well she’s indistinguishable from it, yet her moronic minions decried tepid enthusiasm or outright rejection among the Sanders’ supporters they screwed.

Anti-establishment revolt, fiscal constriction, devolution, and decentralization are where the puck is headed. Switching back to the poker analogy: if you preserve your stake and bide your time, eventually the cards come your way. The Democrats still have a substantial stake; their opponents’ grave dancing is wildly premature. That bought-off half of the electorate remains a formidable asset. The Democrats need to make the antes to show everyone they’re still in the game—jeering Trump on immigration, cheering him on infrastructure spending, and so on—but quit throwing their chips away on loser hands like the Russian fabrication.

Even as the Democratic gerontocracy slides from moronic obliviousness to moronic senility, there are perhaps younger political opportunists who see the party as the ideal vehicle for their ambitions. A stock market crash and recession are way overdue. Crushing debt will make this next contraction a doozy and Trump’s support will drop with the DJIA and the GDP. His foreign interventions will be just as disastrous as his predecessors’. He, his party, and his military and Goldman Sachs appointees are now the establishment. One would think somebody in the Democratic party would skate to where the puck is going and reorient it, or at least its rhetoric and tactics, to capitalize on anti-establishment fervor as it reaches full boil. Or maybe not, but if they don’t, the Democrats will join a long line of morons who leave the game flat broke.

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