Independent media is 10X the size of legacy media, and the ‘internet’, engaged, creative and smart, is 100X independent media. The take down was delicious fun, illuminating and a clear signifier of an engaged, revitalized citizenry looking forward with relish to the end of cultural Marxism, tyranny and the perpetual threat of a impending crash so large, we will all be eating our pets.

Nevertheless, the debate on Tuesday night required some recovery. In many ways I protect myself from the left; the years I spent in their cults and professions count as the least happy of my life, and I found, once deprogrammed, that their reality was false. But I have heard that coarse and deeply offensive noise in my own house, from people (women) that I love. The crude honk of derision, the bray of a Marxist slogan. In my village, there is a severely challenged individual, with about five significant birth defects. You can hear him coming as the good (and funded) take him out for his daily walk. He shouts and the sound is appalling, coarse, base like feral boar, snorting and honking like a donkey, but human, which is distressing. He is a walking devolution of man, pitiable in this case, horrifying in Kamala’s.

But to me, that is the left, feral. I am so alive to it now, I can feel the demonic curl of hatred entering the house. I can watch the slither of a Commie thought run across the eyes of a young confused cousin or the friend of a granddaughter; they cling to it as if to a life line.

It is the thought: I’m scared of the future, I feel weak, I need help, life is unfair, communism is the only way to right wrongs. You, person-with-a-house, have to give everything so that others may live. Income distribution is the way! See this book by Kamala’s Marxist economist daddy, the cover so hidden, only the spine is visible on Amazon. You have to admit that is fine-grained censorship.