As the old saying goes, when your enemy is destroying himself, let him. Well, when they’re flailing desperately in a state of panic, it’s time to twist the knife.
Look, politics is a blood sport, it just is. I didn’t invent it, the left did. They’re nasty as hell, and vicious as you can imagine. When a Republican passes away, it’s not just the random social media weirdo cheering their death, it’s the official, written long ago, edited and approved by a committee of people believed to be imbued with good enough judgment to be the gatekeepers of an institution’s reputation who do it too. How many absurd, offensive obituaries of Republicans do you remember reading? But when a terrorist leader leaves this Earth to go meet the 72 virgins who will be shoving red hot pokers into his rear end for all eternity, they call him an “austere religious scholar.”
It doesn’t matter that they usually change all of them, what they do before the world sees it is who they are; what they really think.
They’re horrible people. I know I’ve said that a million times before, but it’s true and gets truer every day, so it’s worth repeating.
So, when I see Democrats starting to panic, starting to get desperate, I rejoice. A bad day for them is a good day for America. Let’s twist the knife a little bit on a few of them, shall we?
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First David Trone. I’ve never seen a Member of the House (who bought his seat and doesn’t even live in the district) have campaign ads run by his opponent, who is not a Member of the House, featuring nearly every other member of the state’s Congressional delegation. But that’s what’s happening in Maryland, and that’s how unpopular and unliked Trone is among his liberal colleagues.
Trone is a down the line progressive. A filthy rich white guy with white savior complex. He once features his daughters in an ad about abortion and the death of his nephew in an ad about drugs. Imagine calling your sibling to let them know you’re going to use their worst day to help your campaign? Worse, imagine not calling at all.
He tries to raise money to claim a “grassroots campaign,” like how he claims to have been effective in Congress when he’s done nothing. But, rather hilariously, as it was put on Twitter, “#MDSen Democratic candidate David Trone raised $216,145 from donors not named David Trone in Q1 and $18.5 million from those in the opposite category. Trone has now poured over $41.7M into his campaign, ending March w/$1M remaining.”
Anyone willing to spend that much of their own money in a desperate scramble to obtain power should not be allowed anywhere near it.
Then we have everyone else. There’s a deadline coming up. Not an important deadline, it means nothing, really, unless you’re running for office and then you have to do some paperwork. The Federal Election Commission makes campaigns file paperwork for who donated to them. If you didn’t know that, your life would be no different. But it’s the most important thing ever if you read Democrats’ fundraising emails. They’ll use anything to create a false sense of urgency in order to try to separate fools from their money.
Montana Senator Jon Tester wrote, “Okay listen, folks. We’ve got just 5 days to go until our last FEC deadline before the general election starts, so I’ll keep this email to a few sentences. The fundraising team just called me to let me know that we’re still not on track to reach our goal before Wednesday’s deadline.”
The primary in Montana is June 4, Tester has an opponent you’ve never heard of, and will never hear of, even if you’re a member of his family. In short: Tester is easily going to be renominated. But he’s still trying to squeeze money out people hit hardest by the failed policies of Jon Tester and Joe Biden.
I honestly don’t know how these people live with themselves.
This stuff is not done from a place of strength, it’s done out of panic. They can’t make a case for themselves, so they scream and cry about everyone else somehow being worse. When your opponent is drowning, toss them a brick. When they’re flailing, let them. Finish them off figuratively in every way you can, twist that metaphorical knife until the election is over and you’ve won. Then get ready to do it again the next time and every time after that too.
