It appears that the entire Libertarian Party Mises Caucus hierarchy, the folks who walked in and took the apparatus over on behalf of good Internet trolling, are sidestepping their nominee — Chase Oliver — and supporting Donald Trump. It was a little hard to figure how Oliver emerged in the nomination process given everything else appeared to go the Mises’s way. But then, maybe it was ordained as a way for the Trumpists to shove him aside and support Trump.

I half suspect the Trump itinerary — which has him holding campaign events in not those seven states that determine the balance of 270 electoral votes — moves him to the backup plan. Gotta keep the House. Gotta keep the Speaker Mike Johnson. They are now the deciders of the electoral slates. And the House flows through seats in New York, California, Colorado, Virginia, New Mexico. Probably three or four dimensional conspiracy chess, but we do start off on the baseline that Trump will declare victory in election night, a night the tallied vote is almost certainly hold Trump in the lead in Pennsylvania, waiting the mail in votes to get tallied.

Hey! Did you know Randall Terry is on the ballot? He doesn’t care for you vote for him, he just wants the legal cheap rate to put up some anti-Abortion ads. Still, the best choice for the Constitution Party to get its vote share, even if some states split to a different candidate — look the name up to your due interest.

The wannabe Don Rickles, “Kill Tony”, nukes or doesn’t nuke the either already nuked or unnukable Donald Trump campaign. Trying to digest this big Madison Square Garden absurdism, (Wait. This and only this is what is going to turn Power Ricans and Hispanics and Latinos off against Trump?) I see three figures of some influence on the “no Trump” side defending him himself. They all liked his roast of Tom Brady.I Jon Stewart most prominent in this group. Keith Olbermann I see responds negatively on Jon Stewart’s guarded indifference to “Kill Tony” — or placing him as not the man we care about. It is for Olbermann something of a continuation an ego and personality grudge. Jon Stewart’s disagreed framing of the issue — “who’s idea was it to invite an insult comedian” has possibly been answered — out in his pile of speaking, How Rogan once proferred a “Trump oughta” unsolicited campaign advice, to hire someone from a list of one line spewing figures. This opening act for the Madison Garden RNC convention was amongst them.

Last I heard from Rickles, he was on Letterman making awkward racially loaded jabs at President Obama. So the territory here is pretty darned fraught. It is a kind of funny thing where I simply don’t get a joke here. The other offensive lines at least have a thing to them. The thing about lots of babies is something I remember somewhat awkwardly by at a breakfast at Catholic church by a man who grew up in Mexico. The key thing is he was making fun of Hispanics, and us fellow Catholics. I don’t necessarily believe in a rigid “only funny when you punch up, never down” rule — fraught in multiple directions (the Rich and powerful not allowed any humor? And the “punching up” turns into a convenient safety valve substitution for any reform or critical action) — maybe punching horizontally is the best? — But the line … Just sits there. Power Rico. Garbage. Okay? No agency, no personalities, no foibles, nothing in descriptor of people. And at a comedy club, it is at least drink people sitting there in a mood to take on anything. At a political rally, we are moving to a “call to action”. Joe Rogan’s premise in wanting Trump to hire him in tells us what is wrong when you can’t compartmentalize this, and proceed with politics as entertainment.

The man who keynoted the RNC Convention. It is this freakish thing where Eminem comes into the stage at a Kamala event in Michigan, and gives a pablum speech urging a vote. Beyonce takes the stage in Texas. Does not beer anywhere except a plea to vote. They do not sing. They do not dance. The celebrities for Trump? It is this crap.

Hey! Man who tried his best to screw over the beloved Packers at the end of his Hall of Fame career, and went on to commit charity fraud in his post football years. Here urging Wisconsin to cast their lot with Trump!

Invariably something pops up. Biden, out of sight, a couple union hall appearances in Scranton. And slip a half aware line when asked about calling Puerto Rico garbage — and it allows Tulsi Gabbard to… Wait, who the Hell is Tulsi Gabbard? And is the center of the Republican Party Tulsi, RFK jr, and So on Musk? What the Heck universe did we stumble into?

Joseph Biden takes the stage against a sharp red backdrop to make a case against an “Ultra Maga” for the 2022 midterms. It is always hard to assess whether this worked. Something worked, though — and you can ask Zelensky about this — not exactly or not fully or not up to the level of winning a presidential election. The Democrats, if you remember, against the backdrop of commentary on how “the red wave did not materialize” — did move from a slim House majority to a slim House minority.

It has come right back to this. Somewhat. No blood red backdrop, no, but a discombulated staticy voice. A closing message on 2024, a confluence of events and late declaring military figures. Trump talked about the appeal of Adolf Hitler. As he has done so in the past. “Fascist to the core” — fascism, which I think the pure definition is Italy’s with everything (including Germany’s) a modification — but that is academic. The crap has been thrown at us pretty quickly over the years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes. Yesterday Ticket Carlson — one of the spotlighted speakers of the RNC convention and a friendly interviewer of a man detailing how Winston Churchill enemy of World War 2 — was at a campaign event, preceding Donald Trump — and how did he present Trump? As the daddy who is going to spank the two year old who smeared crap on the wall and the teenage daughter who gave daddy lip. And he is not going to lie — the spanking will hurt you and not me. The crowd are it up. Trump are it up. And we edge one step further into the abyss we stood at when Trump complimented Arnold Palmer’s penis for no discernable reason.

Interesting exercise in pointlessness. The polls have been stable for quite some time. Nothing in and themselves to hang a hat on — just keep grinding through those seven states, you two! Except for an on-rush of Republican polls which allow the Fox News and talk radio contingent to proceed as with a “Kamala stalls, as predicted, Trump climbs, as predicted.” Surely they are joking. Funny thing on watching clips of Hannity — a go to line of some theoretic partisan effectiveness when confronted by a Stephen A Smith on the bumbling Trump — “the liberals said the thing about George W Bush!” – – is a no go.

Wait. They walked into a diner at breakfast. To get the voice of the people, the forgotten hoity toity poor hard scrambled older whiter that Beltians who will decide it all. How novel!

My first blush was to offer Elon Musk Pac a partial defense for a shady action — dueling ads micro-targeted to separate factions of the Israel — Palestine issue, enter the field around a mosque in the Blue Wall states and your internet tracks you to one, enter a synagogue and it is the other. The defensible as is the one directed to the Jews, pointing to the fact that Kamala Harris has nice-targeted tik tok ads clipping her speeches at the “Palestine” part. If you want to remain wholly on the up and up, you should probably carry this to the Muslim population, the limited reach of the Kamala ad and give to claims of two facedness. The problem is the ad that Musk Pac has running for the mosques is just ugly anti-Semitism — the message for the ad is essentially “Kamala Harris’s husband… Is a Jew.”

Sounds reasonable. Hopefully this “dude” contingent can compartmentalize their entertainment. It is like Charles Manson — maybe on some level amused by him, to the chagrin of the Feminist Manifesto “Goodbye to All This” on the attitudes of their New Left menfolk, but when his album came into the head shops — they could not pull the plug.

I saw another Pac as for Trump. A bizarre tableau of black people shouting their outrage in various public settings against some discombulated footage of Harris praising Biden. I have look up this pac. I find a story of one of the black women in the ad — who I have no idea who she is shouting at and about what as nothing in this ad follows or is connected to anything — expressing a “what the hell am I doing in this ad?”. Everything is on the up and up in electioneering.

Low level conspiracy theory on South Dakota governor Kristi Noem, right alongside the same low level conspiracy theory for Alabama Senator Katie Britt. They debased themselves and exposed themselves to political — cultural ridicule so as to maintain a future political viability by getting themselves out of the running for Trump’s vice presidential selection. Britt had a bizarrely horrible Republican Response to Biden’s State of the Union address and Noem revealed a trigger happy dog kill anecdote. As things play out, Noem continues playing the happy warrior, tagging along Trump at an event in Pennsylvania. There is a Republican Senate candidate there, but he apparently doesn’t want to do this. So it is Noem who debased herself here, irretrievably in frame the night Trump fell off the cliff.

And she shuffles off to the side, gamely making the appropriate hand dancing on YMCA and the rest of the list after Trump does the “fuck it. Let’s listen to some music!”

Everyone straining here to go along where Trump is taking them. Question: is this worth their dignity? And I suppose someone would be in the position to do this, but it is notable that it is not the Pennsylvania Republican Senate candidate — the campaign has to import from our of state South Carolina’s governor. Of course, in the closing weeks of the Biden campaign, the scuttlebutt and tell was the disappearance of political bigwigs and candidates from Biden’s campaign appearances. This was after the caveat for the case in re-electing Biden became too big. The guy was old, getting older, and all public appearances now moved the flub he would invariably make into the focus of the next news cycle. The case for Biden’s fortunes hinged on a comparison to Trump, but it was hard to focus on to the problem of Trump then.

Trump was a focal point of Ellis’s book — though, the “ruthless capitalist” model hardly figures here anymore. What I want to understand is how Greg Gutfeld can sit there now, and take this one in, after all his knocking of Biden stumbling, a “if they manage to pull this one past the finish line” Hell. Or Rod Dreher, understandably citing at Biden’s election and nomination a move into a Chernenko phase for the Democratic Party apparatus, chugging along with a fossil. Dreher did so, though, while also making the assumption that Trump was spent, eaten up his good will with January 6, and the party could move on. The thing, though, is the absurdity is the point now.

Something notable here. Harris offered up a public statement, before cameras, on a major development with foreign policy. I don’t believe it is in her official powers to do so, her statement is meaningless as this is something we should see President Biden doing right now. But she is laying out an official position. This is a ruse, a presidential action by a woman wanting to look like the President. Maybe, just maybe — like the economic summit in 2008 when Bernanke was addressing a lot of his points toward Obama as McCain stumbled in after stint campaign jabs — an unofficial official beginning of her Presidency. Though, I guess the focal point for JD Vance’s stump speech — has not worked its way into Trump’s yet — is trying to pull off a plagiarism charge that one of those non-book bullet PowerPoint political books she has released at an earlier part of her career — has material from.elsewhere. Oh, maybe.

I am mildly curious to watch Trump’s remarks at the Al Smith dinner. A weird affair, this is now. Kamala bails, though sent over a skit with an Saturday Night Live character, the better to defuse the “there is no humor in a jab on Trump’s trajectory but whatever”. Trump gives the whatever. There may be a context and frame of London can pull into that makes them funny.

Noting any tiny inch of a sign of a bad news on the election forecasts and prospects of Kamala Harris, piling a molehill into a mountain. A certain Democratic Party and Selfridges PTSD on the 2016 election, mainly. When 75 percent of the signs point your direction, you fear the 25 percent that don’t. It is also that sensation that a large number of Republicans in the mid level kind of does not care all that much one way or the other — two years on we will win with Harris to knock around and have at least some room to wriggle with back to where we want without Trump as an albatross. The Democrats and group of Never Trumpers are existential meaning here. Beyond a candidate who, when you can get past miles of incoherence, is evoking the 1890s Alien and Sedition Act, nineteenth century tariff policies, the 1950s immigration deportation program, and early twentieth century racial theories that died in Germany at the end of World War 2.

It has been a while since I have checked in on the Babylon Bee podcast. They don’t seem to have the group of Christian entertainment not political in the strictest d v r sense yahoos getting interviewed — and I am mildly interested in hearing them, and I think possible the one actually funny host — the guy who did Ax Cop — is gone. They have a long time in development project on the way. It is a hilarious movie mocking the hew and cry over January 6. Hilarity, all of it — what a gas. Somewhere in the past they interviewed a man with “Wak Away”, a group of Black Republicans ie: “Walk Away from the Democratic Party”. An interesting interview with a man who was at the scene — a big take-away from him though not the message he was wanting to relay: he got questioned on a few things, but not prosecuted because — while he was at the crime scene at the time of the crime, he is not a man we have any interest in. Leave feelings of persecution to the persecution.

Animating the Walk Away campaign, apparently, is… The fate and/ or quality of a Brady Bunch reboot. The mind reels. Familiar with this genre of internet videos, five or maybe fifteen minutes, complain about a highly stilted and politically unsubtle entertainment item. This thing about a Brady Bunch reboot where… I don’t know — is Cousin Oliver gender non binary? — is one hour thirty five minutes fifty nine seconds. I will say if wokeness in the form of overbearing production notes halted filming of this project, a rebooted Brady Bunch for the 2020s — Woke All the Way, Baby!

Checking in on the post liberal duo of Matt Taibbi and Walter Kirn. When last I listened, they were making a drink the media is ignoring or not putting Putin / Russia’s nuclear saber rattling threats to the West over Ukraine. Today it is — hm. At least it is a dignified caricature of Biden. Or is that Bush? I have no reference point on this. A Bush-Biden mashup might make sense — maybe?

The slog toward the election continues. Media information spaces split ashunder. Some of your neighbour thinks Haitian immigrants are eating dogs and cats and school kids are acting like cats and demanding litter boxes in schools — and even if they aren’t, this just focuses is on real issues. How does one skip past this? Who knows, but it isn’t sustainable.

The demographic-splicing podcast choices of Kamala Harris vs Donald Trump — you exchange a podcast with this silly name — so mocked by good Christian humorists as “sex podcast” — for a 20 something whose shtick is that he runs up to sniff the seats of favoured guests (like Andrew Tate) after they leave — nothing sexual on that scene.

Ron Paul is still out there, commentary available for your edification. When last I checked, he was promulgating every line the Republican Party is against President and then candidate Biden — Russia hoax, responded justice department against Trump, maybe you find yourself aligned with his isolationism on Ukraine, the border the border the border. Bother to check in with Rand Paul — nothing much altered but dynamics of our politics.

Somebody has dumped red paint on the screens of all the parking meters up and down the streets, rendering them not usable. I am thinking that I hope this is a political act — a means of communicating maybe “You all have Blood on your Hands” for “the deaths of Palestinians” or “all the babies lost to Abortion”. Either one, or any number of things I can’t think of right now — though I think the climate fighters favor tomato soup. I know it isn’t — it is just wanton vandalism of public property for its own sake and the sake of jollies. Beside which, the fact that splashed red paint could signify any cause as much as not signify any cause gives away the problem of messaging.

After an hour I get bored of it and drop out. When I return I catch the bottom line right at the very end which negates just about anything of the previous so two hours — and it is up to Tim Walz to poke it toward JD Vance as he fished for an equivalency that, well may work for Matt Taibbi and there is no other means of getting by in the reasonable sounding broad political middle from the right he had managed to work his way to for the duration of his time here.

Performances were about what I expect. Walz had said he was not that good at this, a word of warning to Harris when she picked him. And as much as Democrats want to fix Vance as the man who stumbles his way through a doughnut shop and roll through his podcast interviews, there is a reason he was elected Senator — he was not going to blast his way through the rhetoric of “cat ladies” for the edification of the audience of Bronze Age Pervert and listeners — or, if we want to slide to a wider audience Tucker Carlson. What I pick up here is his one moment to get himself to the role Pence served for Trump in 2016 — if you can’t stomach Trump you can convince yourself you are voting for the undercard. The final exchange of the debate –and years from now the only thing history will remember of it — served to show how Vance would not serve as another Pence — and, as Walz says off of everyone who prepped him for the one moment in a long series of blah — why he is there in the first place.

Someone should have figured the reason for the opening statement. Hey the “I’m a hick out of Appalachia, son of an Opoid Addict” / “Coach and teacher from Minnesota” out of the way, so a Question about Iran and Israel is not filibustered with all that. After that, Grand take away of anything I see any mention of in the discourse. I don’t exactly know what the Tiananmen Square story is, but I am fascinated by the idea of the Bulwark crew barking about what a bad answer he gave and how he should have answered it — and giving the suggestion of the answer he effectively gave. Vance barks out “you are not supposed to fact check” as the hosts clarify that the Haitian migrants are legally so. Walz clearly avoided dogs and cats, and I guess people don’t like his lowest common denominator approach in calling out demagoguery here. Vance got cute by half and laughable in framing Trump as “saving” Obama’s ACA healthcare. And Walz made a funny boo boo in saying he has been friends with school shooters, which to be sure as a teacher these days and at the point in time he had been you are probably tasked with guiding kids away from such.

I do have the sense the man opened the door back up for his 2028 run, the door that had seemingly closed with cat ladies and doughnuts. Sure, we have good reports of MAGA faithful not much liking him — but remember, Kamala Harris “is a cop”. And if we see Vance not much bothering to distance from the Trump election denying here, recall Ronald Reagan was a vociferous supporter of Nixon throughout Watergate. Things turn, Vance can push it aside and complete his formation into Vance version number four that this debate served to start him out as —

Entering the last full month of the election and Trump’s hair now has this purple floral it. The irony is that his base of support attached purple hair to that which is wrong with America — the indoctrinated youth with woke gay marxist hair dye. Or maybe it is the hair color of some his base — some old blue hairs.

Jason Linkins insists that the Democrats he is speaking out a face on the miseey Trump wrecks. Apparently the face is that of House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries. Which is. A regrettable placement of image to headline, I assume. We wander into the deep cynicism of the immigration politics where JD Vance bluntly states the dogs and cats thing is a lie to get the focus on their topic, and where Harris can’t run against a stated “mass deportation” — a horrible idea even if you can justifiably stand to move right on the border — because polling shuts it out.

Hey! Iran strikes Israel! And this probably is actually about the biggest issue of the next president, even as there are no pat solutions and even as it polls nowhere.

A warning. This vote is rigged. When you push down to click a vote for the left choice, it takes you to the same link as the right choice.