I would bet that when the time comes, Trump will wait for the last possible moment to announce he will not in fact be choosing a running mate to play his Vice President. That he doesn’t really see a need for a veep at all, not when he’d claim to get the job done by himself, and without a post-birth abortionist liberal backup plan waiting in wait. His crowd will take to the idea faster than when Bud Light bravely enlarged the mouth-holes on their beer-cans back when. There are currently a lot of dunces still believing themselves to be in the running, and so they act as his fierce lieutenants in the field. Yet the more of them he lets down, the less support he gains. He’ll need to promote new dunces from within, and launch new waves of recruitment blitzkriegs to restock his bottom feeders. He has never been about passing the MAGA mantle on, or sharing limelight. Meanwhile, Biden in fact is in violation of both USA and international laws for arming the Israelis as they openly obstruct humanitarian aid, as defined by the Leahy Law and the Humanitarian Corridors Acts. And after 8 months of fighting and over a hundred journalists killed in Gaza, something like 90% of the greater Palestinian population is displaced, disallowing fewer and fewer to line up at refugee camps to receive additional Israeli rocket fire. We paused one shipment of 3500 missiles after they’d already launched 300,000 of ours, as though “eye for an eye” were in nobody’s lexicon. Vengeance is mine sayeth the lord to his followers who eternally lack a faith necessary to believe he can do it without their taking some initiatives. Who is John Galt, really? He is the last man left from the English-speaking bits of the world never to have before dated one miss Taylor Swift; this is his story of survival.
You can tell the lifers from the people who are just suffering the worst years of their lives, because after a spell homeless develop a changed biochemistry to prevent sleep altogether unless wholly reclined. Quite considerably a self-defense mechanism. I worked with a guy once who could actually sleep on his feet, standing up straight and leaning on nothing and catatonic nonetheless as though he were a sign-spinner for the British monarchy. I here infer the opposite of that. When one has no options but to stay awake for days and nights and days and nights and days, searching for somewhere, anywhere they are permitted to stop and catch their breaths, then a shock-evolution unfolds, with people who become capable of walking hundreds of miles with no rest, for survival has jack to do with glory. There is the entertainment industry with its plethora of mediums and media, and then there are your own thoughts, engaging with one is how problems are resolved, and engaging the other is how problems grow betting pools.
What the media refers to as the hush money trial really concerns Trump, who is more the whore of Babylon than the antichrist, falsifying business records in advance of political vetting, which means he was shielding his dealings explicitly from his prospective voters over the price of shame, which in turn means they should be the most upset as opposed to the most fervently apologetic for whichever mild inconveniences he currently undergoes. It’s as absurd as the general public expected to take RFK Jr for a centrist or liberal, when there is nothing Democratic about the man’s positions on policies or social issues. He’s blatantly of the MAGA-sort, down to his being patriotic enough to justify the suffering and deaths of fellow Americans if it’s in service to proliferating the law of the jungle, where surely the deregulated billionaire libertarians of the country will happily float all of humankind through a work-free utopian paradise, covering all expenses without workers or customers as virtual reality presents the past-time and afterlife of the user’s choosing, whether pleasure or pain or pleasure and pain and is this really all you have for me, currently overworking and underpaying and price-gouging the same masses to hell and back as though lives depended on it. Nothing like ongoing inflation to get people to stop talking about Universal Basic Income, which would do nothing to prohibit or to combat ongoing inflation.
First the robots of automation and Artificial Intelligence came for the news-presenters, and I did not frankly get real tore up about it because lifespans of content are hard to justify for one good butt-shot anyway. Then, the robots of automation and Artificial Intelligence came for the artists, and again I don’t want to sound like a pessimist or a troublemaker but I was actually fine with the artists being replaced by non-Jewish bots and possibly Jewish sex-bots, because exchanging allegiance for waste cannot help but to remind me of all my failed relationships. Finally, the robots of automation and Artificial Intelligence came for me, and I must say that the Taylor Swift army really is more like a family.