The Harris Walz Jabberwocky Campaign

The ship of fools makes landfall on the island of idiots, and everyone is happy!

There was a time when the culture in Western societies mocked powerful institutions and incompetent boobs that somehow managed to get themselves elevated to leadership positions. Individuals in the rank and file and on the streets knew more about how the system really worked (or didn’t) than the sheltered and clueless elites running the show. I think back to movies that were popular in my youth and how they portrayed those who were in charge. In the latter part of the 20th century, it was individuals that where the heroes and their bosses were the zeros.

To my point, the entire Clint Eastwood movie catalog of the '70's fits this rugged individualism trope of the hero giving the digitus impudicus to the establishment and setting the grossly incompetent system right. Hell, even the '60s radical knew who the real problems were as their mantra was, "trust no one over the age of 35." Now, those distant hippies are clinging to life and their cherished leadership positions. The gray beards now running our institutions shed their radical clothes for a Brooks Brother pose. Yet every day they occupy our highest towers, hating themselves, their country and the smelly hoi polloi gathering in greater numbers outside their protected perches.

In Dirty Hairy, Eastwood played inspector Callahan, a hard-nosed cop that challenged San Francisco street scum to "make his day," while his “chief” was caught up in mayoral bureaucratic mumbo jumbo. In the real San Francisco today, a “Callahan” is an HR nightmare. He would waste away in endless diversity reeducation classes and his classic Colt 45 be replaced with a department issued copy of "White Fragility." And, in another movie of my youth, Vietnam war vet, John Rambo, would have simply passed through town after eating a sandwich, if not for Sheriff Will Teasle's profiling him as trouble. At every point in the movie Rambo, the sheriff's leadership proved that ego trumped rationale. Even at the very end, when Col. Trautman instructed Teasle to simply let Rambo go, the sheriff continued to provoke the war that destroyed his town.

In the tail end of last century, we all knew that people in positions of power should have at least been heavily scrutinized, if not whole heartily ignored. Whether it was prince, principal, or priest, we first judged character before yielding any form of subordination. That individualism genre continued until about the turn of the century. Ridley Scott's movie, Gladiator (2000) pit Maximus against Emperor Commodus in what very well may have been the last true "FU" movie to the “establishment.” Because most modern films out now are all about portraying political norms of the established master class and hiding the vapidness of the plot line behind four letter word dialogs and massive CGI effects. I am not sure I am game to see the long-awaited sequel to Scott's classic film. I imagine the new gladiator will pay reverence and the upmost respect to Commodus' successor twin brothers Emperor Geta and Emperor Caracalla and play the role of a dutiful subject to the State.

For that is the world of make-believe that we now live in. No longer do pop culture heroes fight for truth and justice without expressed permission from their “wise and noble” ruling elites. Reality is just a made-up word. It is a dime-store novel, “made from whole cloth” story like this presidential campaign ad for Kamala Harris depicting her as tough on the border. V.P. Harris has been a candidate for president of these United States for over two weeks and has yet to take a press conference. She has denied being promoted to the position of Border Czar by Pres. Biden, while at the same time releasing the fictional ad that she as been the stalwart steward of the Southern Border. Nothing in the Harris Walz campaign is real. Their ascension to the top if the ticket without a single democratic vote is not real. Her raising of 200 million dollars in campaign funds after Biden stepped down is not real. And Harris’ new-found love of protecting our country by strengthening resolve at the Southern border is not real. It is pure “Jabberwocky.”

I am talking about Jabberwocky as portrayed in the sit com, Better Off Ted. Better Off Ted was a two-season ABC dud cancelled after only 26 episodes in 2010. It was a show about “middle management” Ted navigating the fictional corporate structure of Veridian Dynamics. In Ted’s world, the higher management was positioned on the Veridian ladder, the more clueless they were. My guess is that ABC did not cancel “Ted” because of lack of viewership, they simply concluded that they no longer needed to supply content that showed the incompetent reality of mega-corporate leadership. In 2010, the lumbering Lumberghs of the corporate world were out and the pious “Jed Bartlets” of West Wing were in! In Episode 12 of the first season, Ted creates a fake project for Linda rather than admitting that Veridian lied in an advertisement about going green, but things go awry when other employees want to sign up. To keep the lie alive, Ted and Veronica put on a sham performance to sell “Jabberwocky” to the corporate hierarchy. Here is the clip that concluded that episode. The theme of Jabberwocky is, “who needs a product, when you have a presentation!”

Jabberwocky is the Harris Walz campaign. There is no product, just a presentation. This is coming from a party that successfully placed their last figurehead president at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue while campaigning from his Delaware basement. We are seeing a repeat performance from the DNC with Harris Walz. The ads are out, the rallies are happening, but the vetting of Harris is thin. With less than three months to the general election the real question is, can the Harris Walz campaign “wag the dog” long enough to buy themselves the White House? Who knows? They have managed to cobble together three weeks of all presentation and no substance. If they can run the table for another 12 weeks, they may very well install a President whose only recorded votes in a presidential primary came in at about 1% in 2020. Jabberwocky!

But this election is not about Trump or Harris, it is about the people of the United States. And right now, the polls are showing that Jabberwocky is preferable to actual political substance. As I write, the crowds are gathering outside Lot’s house. They are chanting Jabberwocky, Jabberwocky, Jabberwocky! Will God take a different path this time? It is not for me to predict God’s ire, but as one known to make an occasion wagers on such events, I lay heavy favorites on just destruction of Earthly towers and human transformations into many pillars of salt. The fact that the Harris Walz campaign has not exposed themselves to cross exanimating interviews proves, not that they respect the American electorate, but that they truly despise the people, most of all they despise the ones they are counting on to vote for them.