My record on predictions is mixed – I am at a disadvantage because I grew up in an America that was not a freak show of communist insanity, so I default to forecasting normal outcomes instead of the weird ones we now get all the time. But here goes: I think Kamala has peaked. The polls we see this week are a lagging indicator; in the coming weeks, we will see her numbers decline, then she will settle into second place all the way up to the election, where Trump will win by an unfraudable margin.
I could be wrong. Anyone on a major ticket can win even though the odds are stacked against him, her, or xim. But that’s how I read it right now. Obviously, it does not mean we slack off; instead, we need to work even harder. Overconfidence leads to losing – “Nah, I’m not going to campaign in Wisconsin with all those deplorables!”
My prediction is subject to revision, but that’s the current vibe I’m feeling. Now Trump is brat, not Kamala.
What makes me think so? After all, the polls have tightened. Yeah, but they were always going to be tight. Trump’s numbers got juiced just like Joe did before his debate after it became undeniable that Biden was a senile, desiccated husk, not just a stuttering goober. The Dem leaners who would never vote for Trump but who could not vote for a zombie came back when Kamala couped Daddyshowers out of the picture and managed to read a couple sentences off a teleprompter. But if you look at the polls, Trump’s numbers did not fall. He did not lose voters. He actually gained a little over where he had been. The leaners are coming home to both sides.
Starting now, I expect that Kamala, after her star-studded re-debut, will begin to wear on people. You can hype things for a while, but she’s got to maintain it for 100 days. It won’t happen. Sure, the regime media will do its part to pretend that America has found a new sweetheart, but you cannot keep up that level of excitement forever. We’re hitting the “four hours, see your doctor” mark.
Right about now, people are starting to sober up and realize, “Wait, the world is falling apart and we nominated Kamala?” And by “we,” they mean Democrat powerbrokers. The fact is that she’s not great. Every time she opens her mouth, it’s like the first time she has ever talked. She babbles nonsense. She uses words like Chris Christie does the lambada.
Here’s how bad she is – last weekend, we found out that RFK killed a bear and dumped it in Central Park to frame an unknown bicyclist. Yes, you read that right. And what did we find out about Kamala? That her grody husband was tapping the help like Arnold Schwarzenegger. We always knew he had a beef with Dobbs, but we didn’t expect it to be personal. Yuck. How bad do you have to be when your home life is worse than a Kennedy’s?
And then there’s her amazing remarkable glorious leadership toward a bright future that is bright and in front of us, where the future lies ahead. She’s been smart enough not to let herself get caught tossing too many of her famous word salads lately, but you can only hide for so long. The stock market was crashing. By the time you read this, World War III might be starting. Just last week, we found out someone “accidentally” gave a couple hundred million to Iran, that Putin got his wishes granted in a lame hostage deal, and that somebody gave the 9/11 scumbags a get-out-of-lethal injection-free card. Some Americans – mostly the ones who don’t use “brat” as an unironic adjective – would like to know what the would-be president thinks about all this. And particularly now, in the absence of a current president.
You can even feel the regime media getting antsy. Every day she fails to talk to the press, they look worse. They look like patsies. Just wait until Trump starts mocking them for being afraid to call her out. The regime media hates Republicans, but it really hates looking foolish. Joe Biden and his crypt-keepers made it look foolish by hiding his senility, and the regime media turned on him when it got embarrassed. All we need is one major outlet to start pushing her to talk, and the whole basement campaign strategy collapses. We know she’ll screw up; she does too, which is why she will never ever debate (watch Trump agree to her ABC ambush at the last minute and her to reject it).
Until then, she will be hiding out, popping up once a week to give a written speech off a teleprompter to a friendly sorority and not even an amusing sorority like the Omega Mus. She even messes that up. She chose to give an Atlanta speech in a bizarre Southern/black patois; perhaps she learned it at her rich kid’s high school near Montreal. Last week was harsh for her on the authenticity front. Donald Trump can smell an enemy’s vulnerability, and her phoniness is a huge one. The regime media got all huffy – “How dare you question her race!?!” What the hell does that even mean? The intended audience got the message, though – she’s fake, a flip-flopper, a phony. There was that hilarious CNN visit to a black barbershop – apparently, regime media types can only find urban black people at barbershops and rural whites at diners – where the black men “questioned her race.” They got labeled “low information” voters, but it looks like they had all the information they needed about Kamala. And if you look at the polls, Trump is nearly 20% among blacks. Democrats cannot win if that happens.
Sure, she will try to pump up her rookie numbers with some astroturfed happenings in the coming weeks. She’ll pick some pinko white male as her running mate and may do so by time you read this. You know Kamala, who is terrified of her own stupidity and ineptitude, is white-knuckling that selection. Will it be Josh Shapiro? He’s her smart play, except for the whole Jewish thing – it turns out about half her party, the progressive half she identifies with, wants to kill all the Jews. That’s awkward. Then there’s Mark Kelly, the Arizona gun-grabber, or Tim Walz, the Minnesota mob enabler and gun-grabber. Are you ready for Kellymania or Walzmania? Both these guys give off the vibe of your annoying neighbor whose wife complains to the HOA because you have the wrong color roses.
What about her convention bounce? Hey, holding the Democratic National Convention in Chicago with a candidate who did not win the primaries and with an energized, violent, communist wing of the party ready to rumble should totally work out this time. Two is the charm!
These events are supposed to be her campaign highlights. Highlights? They aren’t even lights. And all the time, Trump will be there, reminding people of when America was respected, of when America did not cater to illegals, perverts, and criminals, and when Americans did not have to cash in their shrinking 401(k)s to buy groceries.
No, Kamala’s got problems, big ones, and she’s got nowhere to go but down. Who is the person right now looking at her and thinking, “The heck with Trump, peace and prosperity – if George Clooney is in, so am I”? No one. This is her peak. This is her high water mark. This is as brat as Kamala is ever going to get.
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