Dear Bikernet Reader; Ya know….political parties aside, which I consider to be identical anyway — I mean, if there is a difference in them at all the difference is in the selection of items and behaviors and protocols and laws etc that each side wants everyone to obey: the Right has one list of demands for obedience and the Left has a different list of demands for obedience and both sides want to punish by fines or jail or loss of licenses etc any deviations from obedience to their lists……and of course that’s fine, that’s basically our sacred democracy in action, people making other people they never met behave properly, depending on the list of proper behavior in effect at the moment.
But, ya know?….that always leads to arguments and throwing things, and that’s not where I want to go.
I want to talk about Trump and Kamala specifically and why I am voting for Trump and not Kamala. I mean….I’m just giving my reasons based on the two people…..as people. I am not going to talk about their political “platforms” and their political “beliefs.” I’m just going to talk about them as two people trying to get votes.
These two people, whatever their beliefs are, talk to “the audience” in two very different ways. Which ways are SO different from each other that it’s not too difficult for me to decide to vote for Trump rather than Kamala.
No. You talk to your pet differently. It’s more like “Hey boy, goooood boyyyyy, yeah! Good dog, yeah good DOG, yeahhhh, you a good DAWWWWG!” If it’s a cat, cat’s being generally more reserved, it’s just more like, “Oh, that’s your new bed? My keyboard?” You pick it up and set it down on the floor. Maybe pet it a few times. You don’t even say “Good cat.” Because you know the cat doesn’t care what you think of it as long as the food keeps arriving. Then it knows you think it’s ok.
You have a horse? You go to the barn the horse generally just stands there, MAYBE you’ll say hi. You take it outside, you have to lead it with a rope or whatever otherwise it might just stay in the stall, but if you take it out that’s fine with the horse, you PROBABLY aren’t addressing it. Put a saddle on it?….haul yourself onto the saddle? The horse does whatever the bit in it’s mouth encourages it to do and with your heels you can get it to meander or walk or trot or out and out run, not a lot of conversation going on between the two of you, the horse pretty much only cares whether or not it’s being threatened by a cougar, and if it ISN’T…..life’s pretty good and the horse is docile and cooperative JUST BECAUSE…..it’s a horse. And if you talk to it at all it probably different from how you talk to the guys at work.
Now Kamala?……she talks to her audiences like they’re pets. Specifically, like they’re dogs. Or more specifically, puppies. She’s all giddy and happy and says rudimentary things to them like they have IQ’s of five and are easy to entertain. “Y’ALL OK??? HUH???” She’s all cheery and reassuring, like they’re all just so cute — which they are clearly not if you’ve ever seen her audiences. It’s like an assembly of science fiction Star Wars special-effects entities from distant galaxies arriving for Comicon.
The more she talks baby talk to them?…the audience responds in kind like as though she has come to feed them or give them hugs or pat them on the heads. There’s very little DATA being tossed their way, just simplistic, cheery reassurances that she likes them. Kinda like you talk to your dog. “HOW YA DOIN’ SKIPPY? GOOD boy.”
Sometimes she will ask them — en masse — if they want something, like you might ask the dog if he wants to go outside or if he wants a treat, or if the dog has a need that can possibly be accommodated, but in this case it’s not to go outside it’s more like “You want affordable housing??? You want your loans paid off??? You want higher wages for your simplistic job-descriptions??? You do???” Then there’s reassurances, like you would, ya know, reassure the golden retriever: “Yes, we can go for a walk!! You like that? You a GOOD dog, c’mere, let me get you a treat then we’ll go outside, YOU LIKE THAT?”
But it’s not to go out for a walk with Kamala and her pets, it’s, “Yeah! We’re gonna GET you that rent control!!! We’re gonna LET you shoplift! You’ve been oppressed for generations! Those things are YOURS! Yeah! You BET they are. You are WAY OVERDUE!!” Like you’d tell the dog “Whud da madder, you need to go to the doggy park, yeah, you a GOOD dog, we gonna take yo to da doggy park, yeah, you a good good good dohhhhhg” and you have a big cheery smile and the dog’s all happy because THAT’S WHAT THE DOG WANTS TO HEAR! CAUSE HE’S A FUCKING DOG!! YEAH!!
Trump doesn’t talk to his crowds like that. He talks to his audience like they’re humans. He doesn’t come out all giddy. He comes out kinda normal, hey, how ya doin’. He accepts the greetings. There’s not a lot of “C’mere!! C’mere boy, yeah you a good dog, gooood DAWWWWWWG….” No. There’s none of that. No, he starts talking about crisis-mode situations. He doesn’t want government to GIVE his audience anything, like you’d give a chew-toy to a dog, he wants to get government to stop FUCKING with his audience. He wants his audience just to be able to keep what they already have. Not to be given someone else’s stuff. He wants them to be given a chance to get more stuff on their own. Without smashing and grabbing and burning down the city. Because unlike Kamala’s audience of housepets, Trump’s audience can actually DO things themselves to make their lives better.
They don’t need a trainer or a pet-owner to make their lives better. He starts enumerating disasters on the horizon. He’s not wandering off on picnic sideroads of what can be unburdened by something that happened to people dead for 500 years. He starts itemizing solutions. He starts saying who’s causing this disaster here and who’s causing that disaster there — all of them bureaucrats of course causing all these disasters — he’s not telling his audience his favorite parallelogram or his favorite Venn diagramatic cartoon drawing, or explaining as though to 6-day old newborn macaques that the communicational internet “cloud” is actually a cloud “up in the sky” — which it is not — or telling them how he likes to cook corncobs in his toilet on the holidays or how he likes to celebrate whatever the mother fuck Kwanza is with his Tanganyikan relatives that don’t exist. He doesn’t change his speaking accents to mimic the slang and the localized idioms of the population he is addressing. If he’s talking to Mexicans he doesn’t start saying “My pren: how iss ju doo-een! Ju doo-een ok?” Instead he says in accusatory tones, “How many of you are here illegally?”
Trump talks to human beings. Kamala talks to housepets. And to newborns who have escaped her pre-birth murder enthusiasms. Trump doesn’t have laughing fits over nothing as though trying to cheer up toddlers in preschool and make them convinced that Crayolas are magic wands of fairytale discovery.
Everything is fun to Kamala. Especially destruction and ruin. That’s why she’s always laughing. Dumb and ditsy as she is she is at least cunning enough to know that the idea of her being the President of what was once the cornerstone of global progress on this planet….means that it is all collapsing into ruin.
She KNOWS she’s fucking worthless, not just as a saver of America but as a life form. Misery cheers her up. Imbeciles cheer her up. Gavin fucking NEWSOM cheers her up. She loves the collapse of virtue and the eradication of competence. She is in an eternal wonderland of sadistic happiness and joy at the contemplation of emptiness. She is barren and lifeless except for her caterwauling cackle of Hellish glee.
Trump? He always seems to be in a state of frustration. He doesn’t see anything to be giddy and hysterically barking at the moon about. Trump’s actual job, which very few elected parasites in office have, namely an actual job with an actual job description, Trump’s Actual Job is to build buildings where empty lots used to be. That’s right, Trump is a builder. He likes to see things get built. He likes to see something get constructed….where there was previously nothing. And he wants to fill those buildings with people excited about being in them, and people who mainly want to be left alone and not be fucked with so they can live their lives in elegant surroundings.
Kamala likes to see nothing where there was something. This is actually the subconscious hope and dream for at LEAST 95% of the people in office in America, and 100% for every other bureaucrat on earth. Kamala knows that she herself is nothing. She once perhaps, though it’s unlikely, had some valid, commendable, possible avenue for honest success in life, but seeing in a life of politics an avenue for limitless avarice for which she was psychologically and emotionally suitable such that chaos and meaninglessness would be her go-to targets forever?….it’s no wonder she laughs more insanely and more often than the Joker and the Penguin and Darth Sidious put together: she sees Armageddon as FUN. Though, fair to say, and let’s be fair, the laughter of the Joker and the Penguin and Darth Sidious is much easier on the ears and nerve endings.
Because Trump is a builder and has to actually converse and communicate with designers and engineers and construction crews in the real world of success and failure and with people who when the building goes up have to make sure that it stays up as a reality of very heavy materials dozens of stories high in many cases…..he talks about real things. Costs. Time management. Efficiency. The best ways to do things. Likelihood of profit. Safety issues. Personnel, meaning selecting competence. He talks about — at least to his crews — what can be….unburdened by fucking disasters and cost overruns due to incompetence by useless monkeywrenches intruding themselves into normal peoples’ efforts to get something done. As opposed to whatever “what has been” actually is. Which Kamala is never apparently going to fucking explain. Because she doesn’t even know what we mean by the meaning of time.
Kamala talks about what can be unburdened by what has been. The closest anyone can come to anything regarding a conclusion or a suggestion as to what the hell she is talking about is the suggestion that she is speaking to the “proletariat” regarding its success in an eventual “violent overthrow” of the “oppressors” otherwise know as “employers” when “the working class” becomes the “owners” of the “means of production” so that everyone will be at the same level of economic status of unemployment. Meaning penniless and/or deceased. Which is the history of countries adhering to Karl Marx’s notions of what “fairness” is…..namely that everyone has nothing. In other words not only does building cease, what has been built topples. Usually by neglect or by simple utter squalor created by filth-encrusted herds and armies of squatters. You know, like in Los Angeles, Oakland, and San Francisco. Where spiritual allies of Kamala Harris are presently in charge of being unburdened by what has been.
And it’s not just Kamala’s mantra of being unburdened that is chitchat about nothing…….she can talk about nothing ON ANY SUBJECT!!! Venn diagrams. Communities. The cloud. The word hypothesis. Equity. Diversity. Inclusivity. Never about competence. Ability. Nuts and bolts. Physicality. Good and evil beyond “Orange Man Bad.” And she is so excited about the idea of women killing their kids before they’re even born that it’s almost like you wonder if she eats human flesh. You wonder if it’s like she sees unborn humans as a dining experience or at least a preliminary course in a multi-coursed feast. Me not being a woman, I sometimes muse or contemplate how Kamala, being allegedly a woman, can iterate clearly and extemporaneously hold-forth in for-once clear plain language of the majesty of the “Right of Abortion” unless she actually has developed a culinary taste for human fetuses prepared in fine and wondrous sauces and rues and broths and quiches and exquisitely crafted blendings of spices and herbs and flavors and wondrous savories, all surrounding and drenching and bring out the flavor of future generations who come into being and then go out of being before ever taking-in a breath of oxygen via their diaphrams.
To Kamala Harris dead babies is actually Priority One in “the saving of America.” If she can keep those abortions going with the added bonus of eating them in a delicious meal via a preparation of ingredients stirred and blended and whipped into perfection via stomping them with bare feet inside a bathtub??…..Mommaloosha, baby, we gonna put it on pizza and do de ethnicity fandango! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA____Sincerely, Your New President. “You swaller that semen, baby, you doan NEEDS no Planned Parenting Baby Butchery, you juffs EATS dem kids in whatever ethnicity accent you be mose cumtible wiffs! AM I RIGHT??? YOU BETCHA OR ELSE LOUSIANNA DON’T HAVE A ‘I’ MISSING!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Am I saying she actually eats the unborn? I’m speculating. ‘Cause I HEAR she eats the unfertilized precursors. How big of a step is it.
And speaking of “Orange Man Bad.” Kamala has only one villain in her universe. Donald fucking Trump. To Kammy Donald Trump is the only problematical human — at least outside the womb — on Planet Earth.
Trump on the other hand has a whole laundry list of people he has a problem with, and “laundry list” is a pathetically uninhabited list-word to use compared to the actual list. Which is actually a lot bigger than a laundry list unless it’s Godzilla’s laundry list. Trump’s list of what he considers worthless people in government is PROBABLY enough to fill a thousand laundry lists. Depending on how long laundry lists actually are.
In fact Wikipedia a few years ago compiled the Donald Trump New Names For People list, who was in it, and what Trump referred to them as, or how he renamed them. This was years ago. That list is very likely much longer now. Was Trump upset about this list getting compiled and published? Only about one thing: one guy on the list, Trump said he never actually called him what he was alleged to have called him. Everyone else on the list? No problem. If Trump was reading this right now he’d be saying, “Yes, that’s right, those are the names I gave them, lotta names, lotta names: BETTER names. Their parents didn’t even come close with names like Becky and Bob and Billie and Nadine. I gave them better more appropriate names: Fuckballs. Shitass. Algae Breath. Fat Ass. Dumb Ass. Lotta asses. Lotta people got an Ass added to their main new name. Lotta asses. No Balls. Cuntface. Scrotesniffer. Pencilneck. I think you all know who that is.
Pencilneck’s still there. Still workin’, still employed. Still got a job fucking things up. America must love pieces of shit hangin’ off their asses cause he never got flushed away. He’s IN the toilet cause he likes it there, but he hasn’t been flushed down into the sewer system yet. I know what you’re saying The Swamp is the sewer system. Hey, you could be right. You could be right. You could be right in saying that.”
That’s what Trump would say.
With Kammy? No one else exists as a problem. Only Trump exists as a problem. Fair to say it’s not just with Kamala that Trump’s the only problem on earth that needs to be, let’s say “solved.” Perhaps from 200 yards away. Trump is the only bad man in politics also as far as every “news” conduit that wants you to allow cookies before they let you read their astoundingly childish journalism tales….is concerned. Naturally they all praise Kamala: she hates the same guy all the journalists do.
Trump? He hates dozens if not legions of bureaucrats AND reporters. Which is like hating death and disease. I mean if you hate one you almost have to hate the other.
So you have one candidate who is convinced when he talks to people he is talking to people and you have the other candidate who is convinced that when she talks to people she is talking to housepets who only want treats just because they exist and think they’re cuteness-ratio increases in proportion to an increase in their aberrancy and catastrophic physical-appearance ratio.
This is a tough decision, namely, who of the two to vote for, only to canine hemorrhoidal tissue affixed to cow dung particles in a chemical toilet on the dark side of the moon.
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