Nothing Exceeds Like Excess

OR, IF YOU TRY TO ACHIEVE A GOAL THAT CANNOT BE ACHIEVED, THEN YOU WILL NOT ACHIEVE IT

This morning, the talking heads—or at least the talking heads I watch will consuming my English muffin, my coffee, and my blood pressure pills—were all speaking of Fascistic superspreader rallies in Pennsylvania and Germany in 1933.

So, just for the sake of the discussion, let’s say you are a diehard White Nationalist—and, naturellement, a fervent Trump supporter. And, continuing the counterfactual hypothetical, let us say that you regularly shit your pants when you think of the coming demographic changes.  Let’s say you thought the 2016 election was “the Flight 93 election”—the last chance to preserve White Christian purity—and you think the current election is Flight 93 on steroids.

OK, fellow, what’s your game plan?

What exactly do you want Trump to do in the next four years—what exactly do you expect Trump to do—to keep the percentage of White people from shrinking over time?

What exactly do you want Trump to do in the next four years—what exactly do you expect Trump to do—to keep all those pesky brown people from exercising any power in politics, in business, or in other aspects of society?

And do you actually expect the majority of this country to roll over and just let you do it?

You come out to the superspreader events and delight in collectively baying at the moon.

But apart from making a lot of noise and making yourselves sick with the virus, what’s your actual game plan?

You are fools.