John Fetterman and the decay of a redundant Senate

We have to do better, or else what’s the point?

Lookit, people: I don’t much care for Dr Oz — and I believe he should renounce his Turkish citizenship rather than maintaining it either as an exotic identity marker or a future escape hatch — but Democrats’ defense of John Fetterman is simply obscene.

First off, he’s a limousine leftist manchild with marked cognitive impairment. He has no history of legislative success (in fact, quite the opposite, as cities in PA slide into Third World gangland governance) — and no experience operating in the world outside his trust fund. He’s a pampered tax cheat who’d happily raise taxes on the rest of us to fund spendy, Quixotic Social Justice boondoggles whose only tangible results will be a line on the left’s résumé pointing to additional instances of cynically stolen virtue. As you suffer, Fetterman, in halting, garbled verbiage, will congratulate himself on being woke as fuck! and down for the struggle!

But let’s face it: This hulking, gelatinous Mama’s boy is far closer to Hugo Chavez than he ever was to Cesar Chavez. He’s AOC with Shaggy’s soul patch, a far slower metabolism, and a brain lesion the size of a banana.

If we had anything other than a totally politicized legacy media, this boutique communist’s campaign would already be as dead as the armadillo carcass buried behind his skater hood. He ruins whatever he touches while cos-playing at Working Class Hero.

Are we really okay with that?

And before we retreat to our partisan corners, let me just note that, from my perspective at least, criticism of this ogre has little to do with the GOP and Dr Oz. Oz is an awful candidate supported by throne sniffers like Sean Hannity and elevated by the consistently poor personnel judgment of Donald Trump, who puts far too much stock in celebrity. Fine. That’s the bed the GOP made. One can make the compelling argument that they don’t want to win the Senate. They fundraise off being out of power, then fail to use it any conservative sense while in it.

But that aside, Fetterman is a candidate who, in the midst of the most profound civil breakdown we’ve seen in decades — driven by the coddling of criminals and the demonization of the law abiding as latent domestic terrorists — literally wants to free murderers. And has.

But it gets even worse. As fentanyl flows into the country via Chinese ingredients and the smuggling operations of the Mexican drug cartels, whose side hustle is human trafficking, Fetterman believes in open borders — creating an influx of cheap labor he’ll happily trade for what he hopes are future dependents forever reliant on government largesse. Far from being an ally to the working class, Fetterman in actuality is a cartoon: he pretends he’s Sally Fields in Norma Rae, and yet he’s not so idealistic that he doesn’t know that unions who overplay their hands lose bigly in the kind of globalist economy the WEF and its leftist shills around the world perpetuate and police.

Fetterman is a Marxist fellow traveler with Daddy issues. He’s dumb and dangerous, a mountainous Potemkin candidate whose entire public persona is a marketing gimmick. He’s about as “street” as Dr Oz — whom, for all his flaws, at least hasn’t tatted up and chased away errant negroes riding bicycles. Fetterman did that. Because, y’know, down with the struggle!

And that’s because at the end of the day, he can take off his costume and retreat behind the iron gates and hired security of real leftist privilege. While those whom he pretends to champion must live with the wreckage he leaves in his wake — yet in their names.

If Pennsylvanians are stupid enough to vote for this phony douche, I can’t stop them. But before they cast their ballots, shouldn’t they demand debates and maybe brush up on our history?

The Senate should never have been turned over to the popular vote; its 6-year terms were meant to protect the interests of the states, not to assuage the egos of wealthy grifters with national aspirations and allegiances. Allowing people like Fetterman — a broken human, a lumbering construct, an objective correlative to the complete collapse of our political system — to assume such “high” offices, themselves nothing more than a stuffy, parochial retread of the House with 3 times the initial tenure, is an affront to both the senses and the civil order.

We live in a time where federal police and Justice agencies, along with the media and big tech, are at war with anyone who values individual liberty and autonomy. The “semi-fascists” they see all around them like so many red-hatted boogeymen are reflections of themselves as they direct us through the warp of their looking glass.

And yet we do little to stop them. Because Tweeting doesn’t count.

John Fetterman is but a bulbous blight, the symptom of a far more entrenched cancer on the body politic. He has vowed to be the 51st vote to end the filibuster — and with it, any remaining protections of a minority increasingly cast as enemies of the authoritarian neo-feudal state. He supports an invasion of the US from the south and, with it, the predictable overdose deaths of our children, along with an effective end to our sovereignty. He supports abortion on demand — which disproportionately kills off Margaret Sanger’s “human weeds” as part of the longtime “progressive” embrace of racialism and eugenics — while his own neck carries its presumably very privileged spawn to term.

John Fetterman, for all his posturing, is as white as a nun’s ass. He’s a destroyer who will champion policies that turn the rest of Pennsylvania into the killing fields of Philly. He’s the worst kind of Marxist: unaffected by his own policies but constantly desirous of praise for the reckless idealism he’ll forever frame as virtuous intentions.

The hard truth is, at this point we don’t even need a Senate — and haven’t since the ratification of 17A.

And the last thing Pennsylvania needs is a state full of Philadelphia satellites: Philly is where Hope goes to tweak on the sidewalk, carjack a bitch, then die in a hail of sidearm gunfire.

We simply must insist on better.

Or why even bother anymore?