Reflections From a Murky Pond

President Trump – The Odds-On Favorite
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As President Trump proved in 2016, the pollsters predicting election outcomes can be shockingly – horrifically and maddeningly to Democrats 😉 – wrong. So, let’s move away from pollsters and look at what the people whose odds predictions directly affect their bottom line and continued financial existence, the bookmakers. At the time of this image’s posting, these odds-making professionals had President Trump at a 62.7% chance of winning, with Kamala’s chances of victory plummeting at a precipitous rate.

I’m attaching more credence to the bookmakers’ predictions than the pollsters’. They have a vested interest in being right, whereas the pollsters, being attached to or paid by the media, have a vested interest in generating or maintaining drama.

Two related points for Americans to internalize and be ready to respond to: All this means that there’s also a 62.7% chance of the Dems cheating. This is another reason for the pollsters to claim the race is neck and neck; it makes it easier for the Dems to cheat if the masses believe the election is so close that a comparatively few votes could swing the result.

Remember, the odds are only accurate when the scales aren’t being tipped.

This is why American men aren’t concerned about White Dudes for Harris sorts, though some of us are concerned for them to some extent. They are, by and large, the biological males who’ve internalized the Dems’ dogma that masculinity is toxic and have sunk deep into the soft guy era.

So, Creepy Uncle Joe just called the American people garbage while shilling for his replacement, Kamala. S’OK though; that’s still on the “nicer” end of what Dems normally call Americans. We’re used to things like: Bitter Clingers, Deplorables, and Irredeemable, and we’re ready to deal with the logical results of being called Nazis and Fascists.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I’d much rather be deplorable, irredeemable, garbage than some shitborn filth that America needs to flush down the drain. And let’s face it, Kamala needs to be flushed. I wouldn’t even compost her for fear of poisoning the soil I grow my vegetables in.

This year, like it was 4 years ago, it’s not Halloween that is the scary day. It’s election day, when the Harris-Walz campaign and the Democrats will again rely upon the living dead vote to secure the White House. 😉

Remember, the “witching hour” comes after the polls close on the election night. That is when, again just like 4 years ago, there will be a sudden influx of Democrat votes in swing states and/or states with very close reported results at the end of the night.

It’s not really a question of whether the Dems will try to cheat again. It’s a two-fold question: will the American people let them be in a situation where they can; and, what will we do to them if and when they do?

That about sums up our current reality. President Trump is a Boss, and Kamala is… whatever it is that she is, given that she’s a substanceless chameleon with an obvious identity crisis. 😉