By David Glenn Cox
One more lap around the track as the record needle grinds in a shrinking circle towards its inevitable end. Donald Twump will hold a press conference on January 6th to reiterate all of the same claims you’ve heard him make, fifty times before over the past year. All of the same claims and all of the same conspiracies, you’ve grown to know and love. Conspiracies shut down rejected and ejected, by those of us living in reality world. The press conference is about the date. So Twump can play reverso chango and rewrite history for the hoosters in the hustings.
Think Sociopath for a second; if the insurrectionists are guilty, then Twump is guilty. Twump’s not defending them, Twump’s defending himself. There is only bad news in his mailbox these days and there is no Clarence to ask for help. Possible racketeering charges in New York and criminal charges from the January 6th committee. Plus, still fighting the good fight to keep his tax returns secret as the sands of time begin to play out. Twump’s social media website isn’t ready yet, so Twump is silenced, save for his Twump conference.
I can only imagine how many times the technicians have been asked, “Is it ready yet?”
The problem is not that Twump has no outlet by which to speak. The problem is that he has nothing new or newsworthy to say. If the story can’t progress, it dies without new details. It becomes yesterday’s newspaper and eligible only for bird cage carpeting. Mike Lindell has spent a fortune to make himself into a national laughingstock. Lindell has become a clown; from a successful entrepreneur to the ultimate sycophant with his churlish support of Twump as God/Fuhrer, disqualifying any legitimacy. Like Wrenfield pleading with us, telling us what great guy Dracula is.
A quick trip in the psychic time machine tells me the Twump conference will be heavily attended by the Reich wing media. Drooling and covering their crotches with their notebooks to hide their unplanned emissions. “News Flash! Twump says, election was stolen…again this year!” The mainstream media will be drawn away by free drinks at the Frisbee National golf championships in Sarasota. So, Twump will get coverage on the little three-Party networks and ignored by everyone else. It’s like “The Breakfast Club” Don’t you, forget about me. No, no, no, no!
Twump has no positive reinforcement, the news is all bad. The air is bad in the bunker, and the Russians are coming soon. This is the last offensive. An attempt to hold ground and maintain the status quo, while admitting that the waters around you have grown. The forces on the map are illusionary, Rudy Giuliani is gone. They are all gone. Twump’s annoying little habit of not paying his attorneys, means that most of Twump’s new attorneys graduated from some of the finest night schools in this country. Some with six and seven years of experience, including traffic court.
He is flailing, as it all begins to unravel. Attempts to subvert the Presidential election overshadow Twump and threatens to capsize his empire. So, Twump will hold a press conference January 6th. “I’m ready for my close-up Mr. Demille.”
Never mind that body floating in the pool. Twump is being deluged by the emerging facts. But how can he fight back? What argument can he offer to legitimize sedition and insurrection? “Well, see we thought the election was stolen, so we sort of. No, that won’t work.” Merry Christmas you broken down old building and loan! Twump has been silenced! What’s more, he has been silenced by his own hand. He put himself in this predicament and now has no way to talk himself out of it. Twump the counter puncher is just about punched out.
Twump’s recent events will Bill O’Rilley, act as an indicator. While Bill O’Reilly is an obnoxious and repugnant SOB, it’s doubtful that he alone could have discouraged thousands not to attend their joint event. More than likely, it was Wrestling event on the TV that made them stay home. You can only sing “Achy Breaky Heart” for so. The act is growing long in the tooth and wait until next year.
This is all that is left of the weaponry in the warehouse. Twump is going to hold a press conference on January 6th. Just think, a year or so ago, Twump had Attorney Generals lying for him, and Senators and Generals and Congressman. Now it just Twump, Bill O’Reilly and Mike Lindell.
“Help me, Clarence! You gotta help me! New York is coming for my tax returns Clarence! And I expect racketeering charges any day now. All these Congressman caught up in sedition, but I don’t care about any of them. I just want to live again; I want what I want! To be President again, but since that’s not happening, I’ll play Fascist Party Fuhrer over the Republican Party, until the clock runs out. Until the sands in the hourglass run out. Any day now.
We celebrate one more successful revolution around the sun. Twump celebrates one year in absentia. One year further from relevance and one year closer to a trivia question. Twump isn’t done, not by a long shot. But it no longer matters what he does. It’s all down hill from here and if you think this is a tough Christmas at Mira Lago, wait until next year.
Listen to this! “Understand you have money problems stop.”
Instructed my office to laugh in your face and hang up phone stop.”
“Hee Haw Merry Christmas!”