Kathianne
08-12-2024, 10:57 AM
Something about the fall of Rome?
https://hotair.com/david-strom/2024/08/12/basement-strategy-part-ii-n3793026
Basement Strategy Episode IIDavid Strom 10:00 AM | August 12, 2024
AP Photo/Julia Nikhinson
This year, it is a metaphorical basement since Walz and Harris are barnstorming the country, but the principle is the same. Avoid scrutiny at any cost, lie all the time, mindlessly repeat those lies, and count on the mainstream media to create a fictional movie that reflects reality in no way at all.
As things stand neither Harris nor Walz has taken a single spontaneous question from a serious reporter. Walz is far more fluent than Harris because he is a pathological liar without a conscience, while Harris is quite stupid and incapable of stringing words together on her own. She is a speechwriter's dream because she is quite good at reading others' words and is terrified of speaking her own.
The key to this strategy is simple: let the Hollywood/mainstream media/big tech and intelligence community campaign for them.
Period. End of story. It really is that simple.
Democrats no longer have to campaign, except in the meaningless sense that they travel around and repeat words and ideas given to them by others. It's no accident that Biden and Harris are both mindless drones incapable of being coherent without having the words written out, and Harris is far superior to Biden because she doesn't even try to do so anymore.
The final paragraph is stunning in its vacuity and celebration of it. The article itself is about the 'hotdish" campaign:
Trump’s running mate, J. D. Vance, says he loves Diet Mountain Dew, but he seems mostly to be mad about it. To the degree that he has gotten specific about why he likes the beverage, the praise is purely functional: “high caffeine, low calorie.” The primary message here is that food is the site not of delight and togetherness but of anxiety and alienation, or utilitarianism at best. It’s all a little, well, weird.
Food is one of the most universally beloved things on planet Earth. Aligning a presidential campaign with it is smart for all the obvious reasons, but for the Harris-Walz ticket, it’s also a signal. The rhetorical challenge of progressivism is that it is by nature abstract: It imagines a world that does not yet exist, rather than advocating to return to some previous version of the one we know. I find it telling that Walz keeps using the word joy when he talks about the campaign and about his running mate. It’s an uncomplicated message, one that’s even more concrete than Barack Obama’s hope: Hope is the future, but joy is the present. It’s cold milk on a hot day; a perfectly cracked egg; a steaming casserole dish full of God knows what, enjoyed at a crowded table. In foregrounding food, Harris and Walz are making theirs the candidacy of terrestrial pleasure and straightforward abundance. It’s simple, really.
The world is burning, prices are through the roof, the border is wide open, our cities are filled with fentanyl-addled addicts who are dying in the streets, but Tim Walz likes food covered with tater tots.
Walz is a nasty, pathological liar. I know this because he is my governor. He is extremely radical. Not liberal, but radical. He has presided over scandal after scandal, refused to call out the National Guard as Minneapolis burned for days, celebrated those riots initially, and the "mind your own business" candidate created a snitch line for neighbors to report people going outside during COVID. He has lied about his service for two decades, but none of that matters.
He likes tater tots.
As Walz put COVID patients into nursing homes, killing uncounted numbers of senior citizens, he encouraged people to report children to the state for playing baseball and walking their dogs.
I am not kidding. He did that.
Living in Minnesota during COVID was like living in the world of "The Lives of Others." Our government deployed its own Stasi.
Yet none of that matters because the Establishment blob is focused on "joy" and "hot dish."
"Harris and Walz are making theirs the candidacy of terrestrial pleasure and straightforward abundance. It’s simple, really."
They call this "journalism."
Harris and Walz are running the equivalent of a basement strategy, regardless of it being in open air. The real candidates are being hidden away and avatars are all that we see.
I never thought I would see anything like it in America. 20 years ago, perhaps, we wouldn't have.
https://hotair.com/david-strom/2024/08/12/basement-strategy-part-ii-n3793026
Basement Strategy Episode IIDavid Strom 10:00 AM | August 12, 2024
AP Photo/Julia Nikhinson
This year, it is a metaphorical basement since Walz and Harris are barnstorming the country, but the principle is the same. Avoid scrutiny at any cost, lie all the time, mindlessly repeat those lies, and count on the mainstream media to create a fictional movie that reflects reality in no way at all.
As things stand neither Harris nor Walz has taken a single spontaneous question from a serious reporter. Walz is far more fluent than Harris because he is a pathological liar without a conscience, while Harris is quite stupid and incapable of stringing words together on her own. She is a speechwriter's dream because she is quite good at reading others' words and is terrified of speaking her own.
The key to this strategy is simple: let the Hollywood/mainstream media/big tech and intelligence community campaign for them.
Period. End of story. It really is that simple.
Democrats no longer have to campaign, except in the meaningless sense that they travel around and repeat words and ideas given to them by others. It's no accident that Biden and Harris are both mindless drones incapable of being coherent without having the words written out, and Harris is far superior to Biden because she doesn't even try to do so anymore.
The final paragraph is stunning in its vacuity and celebration of it. The article itself is about the 'hotdish" campaign:
Trump’s running mate, J. D. Vance, says he loves Diet Mountain Dew, but he seems mostly to be mad about it. To the degree that he has gotten specific about why he likes the beverage, the praise is purely functional: “high caffeine, low calorie.” The primary message here is that food is the site not of delight and togetherness but of anxiety and alienation, or utilitarianism at best. It’s all a little, well, weird.
Food is one of the most universally beloved things on planet Earth. Aligning a presidential campaign with it is smart for all the obvious reasons, but for the Harris-Walz ticket, it’s also a signal. The rhetorical challenge of progressivism is that it is by nature abstract: It imagines a world that does not yet exist, rather than advocating to return to some previous version of the one we know. I find it telling that Walz keeps using the word joy when he talks about the campaign and about his running mate. It’s an uncomplicated message, one that’s even more concrete than Barack Obama’s hope: Hope is the future, but joy is the present. It’s cold milk on a hot day; a perfectly cracked egg; a steaming casserole dish full of God knows what, enjoyed at a crowded table. In foregrounding food, Harris and Walz are making theirs the candidacy of terrestrial pleasure and straightforward abundance. It’s simple, really.
The world is burning, prices are through the roof, the border is wide open, our cities are filled with fentanyl-addled addicts who are dying in the streets, but Tim Walz likes food covered with tater tots.
Walz is a nasty, pathological liar. I know this because he is my governor. He is extremely radical. Not liberal, but radical. He has presided over scandal after scandal, refused to call out the National Guard as Minneapolis burned for days, celebrated those riots initially, and the "mind your own business" candidate created a snitch line for neighbors to report people going outside during COVID. He has lied about his service for two decades, but none of that matters.
He likes tater tots.
As Walz put COVID patients into nursing homes, killing uncounted numbers of senior citizens, he encouraged people to report children to the state for playing baseball and walking their dogs.
I am not kidding. He did that.
Living in Minnesota during COVID was like living in the world of "The Lives of Others." Our government deployed its own Stasi.
Yet none of that matters because the Establishment blob is focused on "joy" and "hot dish."
"Harris and Walz are making theirs the candidacy of terrestrial pleasure and straightforward abundance. It’s simple, really."
They call this "journalism."
Harris and Walz are running the equivalent of a basement strategy, regardless of it being in open air. The real candidates are being hidden away and avatars are all that we see.
I never thought I would see anything like it in America. 20 years ago, perhaps, we wouldn't have.