8(+) Crazy Nights: The Wildest Week in Modern American History
I, for one, am sick and tired of living through major historical events
Foreword
This article is dedicated to Corey Comperatore, the former fire chief for the Buffalo Township Volunteer Fire Company. He was murdered during the assassination attempt on President Trump on July 13th while shielding his family from gunfire. He dedicated his life to saving strangers, and his last act was to save his family. A GoFundMe has been set up for his family, as well as the other critically injured attendees of the rally, which you can donate to here. May God watch over his family, and may God rest his soul.
July 13, 2024: Assassination Attempt on Donald Trump
On March 30, 1981, long before I was born, President Reagan was shot by a deranged lunatic. Fortunately, he survived the ordeal, even quipping to his wife Nancy at the hospital, “Honey, I forgot to duck.” Just last weekend, history seemed to repeat itself as another deranged lunatic shot Donald Trump in the head during a rally in Butler, Pennsylvania, ripping the flesh from his ear and missing his brain by mere centimeters thanks to a last second head turn. Let that sink in. We were this close to watching the former President and current front runner of the 2024 election get 360 no-scoped in 4K on live television. This would’ve made the Zapruder film look like bloody amateur hour in comparison.
Of course, because this is 2024, tidal waves of nonsense and conspiracy theories began to flood the internet. Bogus claims that the assassination was staged to boost Trump’s ratings abounded, with some even claiming that he used Hollywood-style squibs to fake the blood pouring out of his ear (conveniently ignoring the three other people who were shot in the crossfire). I don’t know about you, but I sure as shit wouldn’t trust some virgin loser that the internet has posthumously dubbed “Ree Tardy Oswald” to take a shot at me from 130+ yards with the goal of only grazing my ear, even if the weight of the rifle was being counterbalanced by a self-described 10-inch pishadeel.
Real life ain’t like John Wick, but then again, these are the same people who think cops can just laser one round into a suspect’s leg and that they only choose to aim for center mass because they’re racist or whatever and not because that’s the highest odds of hitting a target. But instead of this serving as an example of why aiming for a limb is not the optimal strategy, these brainlets have missed the point (pun intended) and said in astonishment “Bro, how could he miss?” Classy.
Of course, only the shooter (whom I’ve dubbed TMC-10 for his initials and his alleged pishadeel) is responsible for the shooting, but the corporate press and the Democratic Party apparatus have a hand in this. They have spent nearly the last decade saying that Trump was essentially a dumber version of Adolf Hitler, an “existential threat to our democracy,” a Nazi-loving fascist, and a “genuine threat to this nation.” How is this not an incitement of violence against the former president? I mean for God’s sake, this is the same Boomer media that will blame video games for school shootings if the shooter had so much as a Sega Genesis in their house, but somehow their words had nothing to do with inspiring this now dead piece of shit? Give me a break.
What makes this worse is that they completely undermined their entire argument on how eeeeeevillllll Donald Trump is by coming out to thank the heavens that he was okay. So is he Hitler or not? Surely if you actually believed that, you would be cursing TMC-10 for whiffing his shot. Either they don’t believe Trump is Hitler, or they are lying about being glad he’s okay. Joe Biden tried to make a half-assed call for unity, but that went out the window years ago after he made that V for Vendetta-esque speech in front of a blood red Independence Hall where he called half the country evil extremists.
Either way, Trump managed to make the most of his assassination attempt, showing defiance and standing up to show the crowd of cheering supports that he was alive and well, raising his fist and yelling, “Fight, fight, fight,” allowing for quite possibly the most iconic and badass photo of the 21st century to be captured.
July 15-18, 2024: RNC and Running Mate Selection
Less than 48 hours after nearly getting whacked, Trump arrived in Milwaukee for the Republican National Convention, making his entrance like he was walking into a WWE ladder match. Ever the showman, Trump had declared before the event that the show must go on, unchanged, and that it did. I understand that these things are generally boring for non-wonks, so I’ll keep it brief.
The main takeaway from the convention was the selection of Ohio Senator J.D. Vance as Trump’s running mate, a candidate who I had written off before as a less-than-ideal candidate, but his speech, which you can watch below, opened my eyes. Trump picked a bulldog, a running mate who will go to bat for populism and double down on Trumpian ideals. I originally found him to be a poor candidate because he wouldn’t win Trump any new voters, but that’s not what Trump wanted in a VP. He is so confident that he will win that he has chosen a running mate to be an heir, not an asset.
Some other highlights from the event included Trump’s speech on the fourth night, of which the first twenty minutes were among the best he’s ever given (the remaining hour was typical off-script Trumpisms), speeches from Governors Glenn Youngkin, Ron DeSantis and Kristi Noem, appearances from non-traditional GOP speakers including Teamsters Union President Sean O’Brien and model and SlutWalk founder Amber Rose, and my favorite, Hulk Hogan himself tearing off his shirt to reveal a Trump/Vance tank top underneath while shouting that “Trumpamania” was coming.
Now some liberals online have been complaining about the unseriousness of the RNC, saying that other countries are laughing at us that we’re such a joke and all that whiney bullshit. I just wanted to say a few things about that.
These things have always just been giant coronation parties for a party candidate, so the raucous nature of this event is far from unusual.
This was the first convention in a while to not be boring as sin, getting more people to actually pay attention to politics at some level. Loosen up a little, this is a good thing.
Who cares what loser countries like France or the UK think of us? I certainly don’t. They work for us, pal.
Need I remind you of the 1996 DNC “Macarena” cringefest?
The GOP has solidly unified behind the Trump/Vance ticket, and this has the Democrats scared shitless. While the RNC was going on, more and more Democrats began to call for Biden to step down, with top dogs like Adam Schiff, Nancy Pelosi, Chuck Schumer and Barack Obama either directly or indirectly calling for the POTUS to step down. A palace coup had begun, and it wouldn’t stop until the king had fallen.
July 21, 2024: Joe Biden Announces He is Dropping Out of the Race
Facing mounting pressure from allies, friends and, most importantly, donors (on National Ice Cream Day, no less; does their cruelty know no bounds?), Biden posted to X (in a big middle finger to legacy media) an official address stating his intention to drop out of the 2024 presidential race. Shortly after this, he endorsed Kamala Harris to be the Democratic nominee, and as of writing, she has secured enough of Joe’s former delegates to become the presumptive nominee.
I urge you to pay close attention to this letter, including where he lists all of his so-called “accomplishments.” They are largely outright lies and non-accomplishments to anyone who isn’t an ardent leftist, and make no mistake, that is why he is being made to give up his reelection bid. The Democratic establishment doesn’t care that he is senile and mentally out to lunch; were he just as inept but still leading the polls, they would’ve kept him in. He’s only out because he was losing, folks, just remember that. Remember how stupid they think you are, lying to you for the last four years by saying how sharp and “with it” The President was until they couldn’t when he bombed harder than the Enola Gay during the June debate.
I also implore you to notice how he says it is in the best interests of his party first, and his country second, that he stand down. That’s all you need to know about his priorities. America be damned so long as my team has power.
We are also left with the obvious question: if Joe Biden is unfit to serve another four years, how is he fit enough to continue running the country for the next four months? These are dark and tumultuous times ahead my friends; be weary of our adversaries turning our chaos into their opportunity. But as it stands now, the election is far from over. While Harris was losing to Trump in hypothetical polling taken before this all went down, how she performs among voters when the pedal hits the metal is yet to be seen. Will identity politics help Harris cross the finish line? Or will her unpopularity and ties to the current administration sink her ship before it can launch? I’m certainly not going to make a prediction; I said Vance wouldn’t be VP and Biden wouldn’t drop out. It just goes to show that no matter how closely you follow these things, you can never truly know what’s going to happen.
But what of the doddering, pathetic husk of a lame duck president? How quickly his former friends and allies went from “Ridin’ with Biden” to “Abandon Brandon”. I would almost pity the man, were he not so morally bankrupt and destructive to our country. He wasted half a century pursuing his ultimate dream of the presidency and of power, only to leave it in shame and disgrace, rejected by his own party and by the people he yearned to lord over. It’s finally Joever for him. Perhaps the only people more distraught and afraid than Joe over him losing power are his cruel and elder-abusing family, especially “Dr.” Jill and his degenerate son Hunter. Now that they can’t enact their fantasies of power or sell access to the President, respectively. Looks like Hunter’s shitty finger paintings won’t be selling like hotcakes anymore.