The Trump/Biden debate - by Curtis Yarvin - Gray Mirror

I had already given my enthusiastic endorsement—whose remaining neural tissue I compared, poetically, to “a grapefruit floating in spinal wine”—to our President, Joe Biden, for another glorious term. But this morning, reflecting on the other night’s historic debate, my heart swelled. I decided to go further. Yes: I bought a lawn sign. (I actually did this because you have to give your phone number. I made the mistake of donating to a Republican friend one year and now I am besieged by Republican spam. I can handle it, but it is wrong as a student of history to be getting only one slide of the slop. As a masochist, I can’t wait to see what the Democrats have in store for me.) I am not sure how long the President’s entourage can resist this level of pressure. I am not a superforecaster. I am not a gambling man. If I was, I might gamble that he will fold in hours or days. To believe that the President, especially a Democratic President, has or can have any kind of political independence,

I had already given my enthusiastic endorsement—whose remaining neural tissue I compared, poetically, to “a grapefruit floating in spinal wine”—to our President, Joe Biden, for another glorious term. But this morning, reflecting on the other night’s historic debate, my heart swelled. I decided to go further. Yes: I bought a lawn sign. (I actually did this because you have to give your phone number. I made the mistake of donating to a Republican friend one year and now I am besieged by Republican spam. I can handle it, but it is wrong as a student of history to be getting only one slide of the