However abhorrent their philosophy may have always been, today's "evolved" GOP is a party of ass-kissers, toadies, and lickspittles. The party of degenerates has degenerated into a bona fide cult of personality completely and irrevocably in thrall to a third-rate celebrity, a cheap, cheeseburger-mauling, spray-tanned conman who is about as far away from religion or morality as one can be and still manage to stand upright without knuckle dragging himself across the golf course. They do so because they're scared that they'll lose their comfy government jobs to an even worse human being at the drop of a tweet/truth, but they mostly pledge fealty to a six-foot pile of elephant dung in exchange for a proximity to power and money. In other words, greed revs their engines...
On the other hand, the Democrats are meek, timid lil' birds flitting around an idea or a bold thought, never to land on the flower for fear of wrinkling its petals. If conformity isn't a strong enough word for the GOP, it fits like an old sweater for the liberal Dems, who race like lemmings with their shoelaces tied for the closest nearby cliff to dive off of, certain that the abyss below is filled with cotton candy to pad their collective descent. Most Democrats have never met a challenge that couldn't be challenged by burying their heads in the sand, and their strict, upright adherence to political traditions seems positively Amish, undeniably quaint in the face of GOP nihilism and incipient authoritarianism. Their institutional inability to get down 'n' dirty in the trenches and go "mano a mano" with the opposition is rivaled only by their embarrassing, blind ignorance in recognizing the problem in the first place. If it wasn't for pollsters and the MSM, they wouldn't know which way the wind blows...
The mainstream media, desperate for consumers of their ever-more-irrelevant product, sense a ratings bonanza and the profits it would bring with a second Turnip administration, drunken sailors on the ship of state who don't see the storm clouds on the horizon. The media in this country would likely be nationalized on day two of a Turnip presidency, with offensive reporters and TV personalities rounded up and sent to the stockades on day three. Sure, the Turnip would temporarily lose interest in these petty grievances by the end of the week, but he'll surround himself with a cadre of Huns that would make Genghis Khan weep, black-hearted arsonists with their own grudges to settle and the tacit approval of the Oval Office to pursue whatever mayhem they care to dream in their trembling, gleeful fervor. After all, the Supreme Court of Post-Hindenburg Germany have decreed that "if the President so orders, then it can't possibly be a crime," and the propagandists at the German Worker's Party are depending on it to cram Project 2025 down the throats of a reticent America.
This November, it comes down to two choices, the first being an elderly, demented, grubby, hateful, self-loathing carnival barker with a deteriorating cerebellum, a narcisstic streak as wide as the Grand Canyon, a tenuous grip on reality, and an unbridled lust for authoritarianism with himself in the big chair. Of course, the Turnip doesn't realize that if you turn our Democratic Republic into a de facto third world dictatorship, you have to be careful of who you have sitting beside you (and hide the cutlery!). We don't know who the Turnip will choose as his Vice President, but the choices are shabbier than a pair of thrift shop shoes, and the odds are good that when the President is denied entry at the heavenly gates half-way through his term, his successor will be smarter and cleverer in dismantling what is left of our Democratic institutions.
Our other choice is an older, but well-meaning grandpa type who stumbles over his words and experiences lapses in memory, but he has a pocket full of hard candies and, honestly, has been a lot more progressive a President than I ever would have thought. Given a second term and a Democratic majority in Congress, the sky's the limit for what he might accomplish to help the American people. Plus, a vote for Biden is a defacto vote for a Harris presidency, and while that scares the bejeezus out of the Conservative right, I'm cool with a black woman in charge; she'll get things done. Most importantly, all the talk of "packing the court" aside, the next President will likely have the opportunity to replace two, and as many as four Supreme Court justices during their term as four current justices (including three right wingers) will be 70 years old or older come inauguration day. We screwed this up in 2016 and look where it got us...don't make the same mistake again in 2024. Yes, he's OLD...get over it and VOTE!!!