Perhaps Bette Midler wasn’t available when the DNC pulled the lever on Robert De Niro.
On Tuesday, the actor headlined a Biden campaign event outside the very Manhattan courthouse where the Biden administration was prosecuting the leader of the opposition party—now found guilty on all 34 felony counts, each charge extrapolated from one misdemeanor that was already outside the statute of limitations.
De Niro, who plays a tough guy in movies but arrived wearing an N95 face mask, stood runty and impuissant, defeated by a meandering script he didn’t bother to rehearse and a car alarm honking nearby. The whole thing was pure comedy.
Adding to that, placed on either side of De Niro were two familiar men. Despite the one of the left’s superhuman stature and the one on the right’s hipster tough guy neck tattoo, both somehow looked even more effete than the flustered Meet the Fockers actor stammering before them.
Those men were former D.C. cops Harry Dunn and Mike Fanone, two Democrat Party meat puppets you might recall for their bad acting when they lied and cried before Congress about January 6.
Why were they there?
For one, on the personal level, look at the psychology. Something dangerous happens when nobodies, like Dunn and Fanone, are thrust into the spotlight as pawns for powerful interests they don’t understand. Being on television is the most exciting thing that’s ever happened in their small, stupid lives. They get addicted and will do anything to stay under those cold studio lights slathered in empathy and bronzer, to be seen, that is, because they’ve never been seen before.
The same thing happened to Dr. Fauci.
(Dunn, hooked on cameras, even ran for Congress this year but failed miserably. I guess the Party bosses didn’t feel the need to return any favors). Now, with the J6 show trial over, Dunn and Fanone are desperate to worm their way back into Nancy Pelosi’s engorged, fossilized bosom and delay their inevitable return to obscurity after the November election.
But their presence—much like the intentional security failures at the Capitol on January 6; the years-long spectacle and lies that ensued about what happened that day; the hundreds of people still rotting in prison for little more than trespassing; and the relentless persecution of Donald Trump—really seems to confirm only one thing to the nonpartisan observer: that the 2020 election was actually stolen.
The Democrats are not merely overreacting or trying to “save democracy” (ironically, by destroying it), but exhibiting the psychotic desperation of very weak, corrupt, and frightened people who feel cornered.
They have a filthy conscience, and it shows. That’s perhaps the only characteristic that sets today’s Democrat party apart from Stalin, Mao, Hitler, or any of history’s other great tyrannies.
At least for now.
The other is buffoonery, most recently evident in tapping De Niro as a campaign surrogate. Wrapped up in this national nightmare, somewhere, is a comedy. The wimpy, demented president and his commanding cadre of trannies and DEI hires are so bumbling and ineffectual, so incapable of seeing two inches in front of their faces, they’re engineering their own system collapse.
After Trump’s conviction on Thursday, even lefty politicos reacted with a perverted mix of glee and trepidation—hee hee...oh shit, they all seemed to say.
That’s because they, like the Democrat party at large, are deeply uncertain people: unsure of themselves, what they believe, and their ability to lead. They only know one thing: they like being in charge, but that’s where it ends.
What an odd admission of guilt when the intern running Joe Biden’s official X account posted the other day: “Trump is not running to lead America. He’s running for revenge.” Revenge for what? Has he been treated unjustly, and by who?
While they like to say Trump’s presidency was chaotic, that’s only true because the chaos came from the left and their media. Sadly, I believe Trump when he says that his greatest revenge will be success. (Sad, because great and fiery retribution is deserved). That is the sort of heroic masculine stability this country desperately needs and which Trump has always represented.
But if he loses, all bets are off.