An imperial message

A very Happy Thanksgiving salutation to all of our Great American Citizens and Patriots who have been so nice in allowing our Country to be divided, disrupted, carved up, murdered, beaten, mugged, and laughed at, along with certain other foolish countries throughout the World, for being “Politically Correct,” and just plain STUPID, when it comes to Immigration. The official United States Foreign population stands at 53 million people (Census), most of which are on welfare, from failed nations, or from prisons, mental institutions, gangs, or drug cartels. They and their children are supported through massive payments from Patriotic American Citizens who, because of their beautiful hearts, do not want to openly complain or cause trouble in any way, shape, or form. They put up with what has happened to our Country, but it’s eating them alive to do so! A migrant earning $30,000 with a green card will get roughly $50,000 in yearly benefits for their family. The real migrant population is much higher. This refugee burden is the leading cause of social dysfunction in America, something that did not exist after World War II (Failed schools, high crime, urban decay, overcrowded hospitals, housing shortages, and large deficits, etc.). As an example, hundreds of thousands of refugees from Somalia are completely taking over the once great State of Minnesota. Somalian gangs are roving the streets looking for “prey” as our wonderful people stay locked in their apartments and houses hoping against hope that they will be left alone. The seriously retarded Governor of Minnesota, Tim Walz, does nothing, either through fear, incompetence, or both, while the worst “Congressman/woman” in our Country, Ilhan Omar, always wrapped in her swaddling hijab, and who probably came into the U.S.A. illegally in that you are not allowed to marry your brother, does nothing but hatefully complain about our Country, its Constitution, and how “badly” she is treated, when her place of origin is a decadent, backward, and crime ridden nation, which is essentially not even a country for lack of Government, Military, Police, schools, etc…

Tim Walz had a nice little response to this, demanding that Trump “release the MRI results.” (Trump revealed that for unknown reasons he had an MRI last month. Given that there are a whole lot of legitimate questions about whether Trump has early stage dementia, this should be a bigger story than it is, but as always The Rules don’t really apply to our gangster president).

Another legitimate question raised by “Trump’s” Thanksgiving message above is, who is actually writing this stuff? 35 years in academia have honed my plagiarism detector, but one hardly needs a sensitive instrument to discern that there’s no way in hell that Demented Donnie actually composed the above missive by himself, given its syntax, vocabulary, relative coherence etc. (Just to give one of many possible examples, what are the odds that the barely literate Trump would/could compose a phrase such as “always wrapped in her swaddling hijab?”). Some possibilities:

(1) Trump dictates some sort of rant, and then one of the off-brand Rasputins in his inner circle translates it into something that sort of sounds like him, but with 47% less sub-literacy/confusion.

(2) Somebody else has access to Trump’s account and just composes messages that are intended both to imitate and “work toward,” as Ian Kershaw would put it, the Donald.

(3) Some Brundlefly synthesis of Trump’s actual thoughts/ramblings is produced via the magical ministrations of ChatGPT or similar.

(4) Something else.

Speaking of Kafka, this parable seems like a perfect reflection of the essentially nihilistic View From Nowhere that so many elite journalists are still adopting in regard to life in our present nightmare:

Couriers

They were offered the choice between becoming kings or the couriers of kings. The way children would, they all wanted to be couriers. Therefore there are only couriers who hurry about the world, shouting to each other – since there are no kings – messages that have become meaningless. They would like to put an end to this miserable life of theirs but they dare not because of their oaths of service.