When Orange Turned Blue:
Antisemantic Antivaxxers for RFK Jr.
And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
Jabberwocky, Lewis Caroll
Although never infected with Trump Derangement Syndrome, I have no intention of voting for the Donald, just because Bobby threw in the towel and urged his swing state supporters to Go Orange. Voting Kennedy/Shanahan of the Independent Party in California, which is not even a see-saw state, is still my preferred strategy to demonstrate anti-vaxx mandate electoral power in this Sky Blue State and across the land.
For those voters in swing states, the rope’s in your hands as to whether we hang together or separately. Surprised, but not feeling bear baited and switched by Kennedy. He always promised to heal the red blue divide, and crossed the abyss in one giant step. Of course, that leaves the “left” on the far side.
His candidacy always seemed a Quixotic tilting at windmills, with a razor’s edge path to victory, with press coverage that sliced his populist policies off. Only outrageous and humiliating tidbits were covered like wet blankets over the warming fire of his full message of real hope and change.
Their Long Knives are really out for Bobby after he spoiled their coup celebration’s bump by dumping on their doorstep. Even as Harris/Walz Joymeisters claim his turncoat tactics will not derail their prance to Victory, key battleground states are hanging chads away from dead heats. Polling 5% in those, RFK’s endorsement is potentially the winning margin. Like stock picking, past results will not guarantee future performance.
Nicole Shanahan must feel shafted after she reportedly spent $15 million of her tech fortune to collect a million signatures to gain their ballot appearance in all fifty states. She promised that and delivered. It was the DNC and Democratic state officials who challenged, harried, sued and kept them off ten crucial states’ ballots.
Then there’s the volunteers and paid gatherers who labored anonymously to interest that many citizens to support real democracy. Of course, they should rightfully blame the DNC for stifling and obstructing their efforts, forcing Shanahan’s emotional concession of no path forward and Kennedy’s Great Leap, leaving her stranded. It’s a cult, and their foaming frenzy was on display in Chicago.
Not how jilted True Believers react. These are New Times, Upside Down Daze, so no predictions, except there will be controversy, confusion and conspiracies galore. I’m obviously no influencer, since this Black Swan was off my radar, yet continue to advise antivaxxers to vote strategically and not stay home pouting.
Trump was the Beamish Boy introducing the one the only Bobby Kennedy Jr., the day after Chicago’s Love Fest wrapped. His crowd went wild over Bobby listing their agreement on children’s health, assassinations, corporate capture of regulators causing chronic disease, ending NeoCon Forever Wars, protecting American’s Freedoms, Food Purity for all, Make America Healthy Again, God Bless America!
Jimmy Dore amusingly dissects the liberal media’s dismissal of RFK’s endorsement speech, with CNN cutting him off as he explains why he can no longer support the Democrat party of his grandfather, father, uncles and many family members. Their “analyst”, who couldn’t “understand him”, described it as “gibberish and “Cuckoo Cocoa Puffs.” An unintended analogy because the “nutritional label” on that popular children’s breakfast cereal perfectly illustrates what RFK meant by Big Ag/Food poisoning our kids.
Yet, Bobby’s getting more coverage now than he ever got as a candidate. Even if it’s for cutting off White Whale heads like Captain Ahab. “Given Mr. Kennedy’s reckless disregard for the two most important marine conservation laws in the United States, we ask that NOAA consider all appropriate civil and criminal penalties as well.” the Center for Biological Diversity Action Fund demanded. Harvesting dead marine mammals is not even in the Top 100 laws, and the statue of limitations obviously expired.
I have to admit the Odious Orange Ogre has grown on me. The herd of RINOs huffing across the DNC stage to fulminate about the Trumpheister, gave a Backended Blueshit gift. If they hate him, he can’t be all bad. Their conservative values, God, Guns and Gold Backed Greenbacks, turned me off, along with many other Bobby Soxers. Donald’s Ducks enthusiastic cheering for Bobby’s previously “liberal values” like healthy food, government regulation and enforcement of toxic waste, protecting children, independent media and public free speech, gave me hope that Orange is the New Blue.
The most terrifying non-news was President Biden’s midnight ramble, when their 5 minute standing ovation rattled his tiring brain cells. He veered off into Cloud Cuckoo land. Since then he’s been on permanent vacation. There’s no visible commodore at the helm of this drifting Ghost Ship, steaming into World War III.
Reminds me of the night we drove through Sleepy Hollow, New York, late one dark night. A state highway road sign was the only clue where Ichabod Crane rode home from his beau’s abode. The village was slumbering like Rip Van Winkle beside a dark lake on our right, then we headed uphill out of the Hollow.
When my friend shouted out ‘No Lights!’, the station wagon hurtling downhill was in our lane, no driver visible. My hands jerked our car into the breakdown lane as the Headless Horseman missed crashing our flank by Death’s Whiskers.
Steering safely back onto the road, we didn’t even look back at an apparition from an American Folk Tale, then erupted into relieved hilarity. The True Joy of Survival. Now, by some Uncanny Twist of Fate, we’re the ones in the driverlesscar careening into Dead Man’s Curve.