OK, honestly, chaps, would whoever it is that is running this crazy ride please quit already? Stop the world, it is too insane, I want to get off. This has been one of those days when weeks happen in the space of hours.

I refer, of course, to the fact that the Fake President – or one of his many different clones, no one quite knows which is the case any more – announced a few hours ago that he will no longer run as candidate for President of the (Formerly) United States of America.

First up, I admit openly that I did not see this coming. Many of you probably did, which is why, as I have pointed out many times before, you should NOT take stock tips from me – nor should you put much faith in my predictions.I fully expected Brandon to carry on all the way through November, and I expected the Daemoncrats would either stage blatant electoral fraud, or declare martial law and refuse to permit an actual election.

Either way, I have completely lost faith in dumbocracy in the FUSA (or anywhere else, for that matter), and this latest announcement does nothing to change that.

It appears that I missed out on two key factors, following the great DURRbate Debacle, in which the shambolic, barely animated Corpse-Emperor that is Brandon, was exposed by the whore-media for what he really is, to the entire world. In the wake of that disastrous performance – which I regarded at the time, and still regard, as a Derp State setup, designed to lever him out of the way – I assumed Brandon would stay on, simply because there is literally no one else on the Daemoncrat bench who can replace him.

I mean, seriously, who IS going to replace the self-propelled grandpa? Gavin Nuisance, who has done so much to wreck Clownipornia and turn it into a meme? That wicked witch, Witless Wretched Whitmer, from Michigan? Cacklepants Harris, whose every job interview thus far has essentially started with her kneeling, and whose existential poetry and dance moves are so epic, even the whore-media cannot show them, for fear of destroying our brains with the sheer… uh… uniqueness?

Both members Clinton are too old. Odumbass cannot legally serve another term – though he very obviously controls the strings behind the scenes. Big Mike has shown no interest whatsoever in the role – no doubt because his secret will be more easily exposed under that kind of intense scrutiny.

The two key factors I missed, therefore, amount to my severe underestimation of the Derp State’s desperation in the face of extreme and repeated failures on every front, and to my failure to account for Brandon’s public appearances in the wake of the DURRbate.

On the first count, it is obvious that the combination of the Khreat Khontinuing Khlearly Khatastrophic Khokholite Khollapse in Ukraine, and the epic failure of the assassination plot against His Most Illustrious, Noble, August, Benevolent, and Legendary Celestial Majesty, the God-Emperor of Mankind, Donaldus Triumphus Magnus Astra, the First of His Name, the Lion of Midnight, may the Lord bless him and preserve him, have made the Derp State desperate in the extreme.

The Trumpasaurus proved his quality in front of the entire WORLD when he stood up, after getting clipped by a would-be assassin’s bullet, insisted on putting on his shoes, and then pumped his fist and exhorted his followers to fight. You CANNOT fake that kind of strength and courage. It is IMPOSSIBLE. In that defining moment, T-Rex proved to everyone that he is a GODZILLA ALPHA. He turned a moment of sheer panic and terror into a rallying cry for a nation.

I do not care what you think of President Trump – the only LEGITIMATE President of the United States. That is heroism of the first order. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together, can figure that out. And it is absolutely impossible to manufacture.

The God-Emperor, for all of his colossal failings – and they are many – is the real deal. He is a fighter and a mensch. The world recognised what many of his long-time supporters – and, despite my criticisms of him, I am certainly one of them – have been saying for years. They finally saw his true quality.

When combined with the selection of Sen. J. D. Vance as his running mate, the momentum behind T-Rex’s campaign became unstoppable. Sen. Vance is suspect on many counts, not the least of which is his true position in the Socio-Sexual Hierarchy. But, there is little doubt that he represents – however suspiciously – the interests of working-class Americans. He is one of them. He came from that stock.

And when you combine that working-class appeal, with Trump-Muad’dib’s fully apparent common touch, as a “working-class billionaire”, who is well known for treating staff, servants, and strangers alike with great respect and utmost courtesy, you have a winning ticket, in a time of deep existential crisis for the nation.

That combination means the Derp State would have had to resort to truly preposterous measures to maintain its power. They would have had to conduct electoral fraud on a level so great, so widespread, that it would have been impossible to cover up. So that eliminates, or at least significantly reduces, their ability to use ballot-box trickery in November. That leaves only the declaration of martial law and the suspension of habeas corpus, which I expect that Americans, for all their bluster, will take rather meekly, as they usually do.

The other factor I failed to account for, was the magnitude of the failures of Brandon’s public appearances subsequent to the DURRbate.

If you look at Brandon’s speeches at the NATO summit in Washington, they were calamitous. He stood up on stage, in front of every European leader there, with Bellendsky and his smelly green shirt and coke-addict nose-twitch, and called him “President Putin”. He repeatedly lost his train of thought and looked like an obstreperous yet rambling dementia patient.

When you combine that with his announcement a few days ago that he – or one of the numerous Brandon clones – had contracted Convid, despite being not-vaxxed and boossssssssted to the gills, then you have the perfect combination of factors for the Derp State to attempt a coup against a sitting, although illegitimate, President.

And that is precisely what happened. More fool me for not anticipating it, but them’s the breaks, I suppose.

Make no mistake, this WAS a Derp State coup. There is no doubt in my mind that Odumbass and his cronies are directly behind it. We now know exactly who controls the Daemoncrat machine. The Clinton faction is clearly no longer in the ascendant, and has not been for quite some time. The Obummer virus, on the other hand, has clearly taken over.

This also helps explain the absolutely CATASTROPHIC state of affairs in the American government today.

As I have pointed out before, the Obummers and the Clintons seem, on the surface, to be very similar. However, there is one very important difference. The Clintons are utterly immoral, because they lust for power over all else, but they have no real core ideology – they only care about acquiring and exercising power, and they do not care whom they have to destroy along the way. Because of this, however, they also have a certain degree of respect for the nature of power, which means they understand the meaning of that old phrase from Frank Herbert’s legendary sci-fi classic, Dune: “the forms must be obeyed”.

The Obummers, on the other hand, are immoral AND IDEOLOGICAL. They do not care about the forms. They only care about reshaping the world in their own image. There are no restraints upon their approach to power. And that makes them about 10 times more dangerous than the Clintons.

The result of these machinations is a weak and divided American government, trying to manage multiple crises along several fronts. No one is in charge. No one knows whom to call.

Let me put it this way:

Have any of you watched the first episode of that Kiefer Sutherland series, Designated Survivor? Do you remember that scene in which the new President, Kirkman, enters the bunker, and finds chaos reigning? And when he turns his back to leave, because he needs a moment to think, the room descends into anarchy, with multiple overlapping priorities and conversations?

That is what is happening in the FUSA today. The various Derp State factions are in a state of civil war with each other. Right now, it is below the surface, but it will not take much more effort for it to pop out into the open.

The rest of the world is watching this closely. In Moscow, Beijing, Tehran, Ankara, Jerusalem, and dozens of other capitals around the world, global leaders are trying to figure out who the hell is in charge right now.

The answer is: everyone and no one.

Brandon, whichever number we are on now, is not in charge – that is self-evidently obvious. No one in anything resembling his right mind, thinks Cacklepants is in charge.

What about failed Jew-boy rock star Anthony Blinken? Does anyone take him seriously, especially next to real foreign policy rock-stars like CHADrov and Jaishankar?

How about Jake “The Snake” Sullivan, who is a mere boy and has no experience managing anything beyond a campaign? Does anyone take him seriously? To ask the question is to answer it – while falling over laughing.

Who else is there?

Again, NO ONE.

The FUSA is under severe strain. Its “friends” are panicking – I use quotation marks, because the New Evil Empire does not have friends, it only has vassal states – because they see the Imperial centre collapsing. Its enemies are amused, because they are vindicated. The Russians, Chinese, Iranians, Norks, and numerous others, have all been saying for years that the American leadership is degenerate and crazy, and they have just been proven right in the most resounding fashion imaginable.

So what happens next? Will Amerikhastan collapse?

I do not know. Nor, given my appallingly poor track record of predicting anything, am I going to attempt to prognosticate. All I will say is, the Curse of the Dummy has claimed its biggest victim yet.

I will leave off here with a final note about the God-Emperor, whom we may well see as President again. However, I repeat: I do not expect to see a free and fair election in November, and I do not believe the Trumpasaur will be President, for the simple reason that, for all of his huge flaws, he still represents an existential threat to the established “rules-based international order”.

There is not an iota of doubt or question in my mind that the hand of God was on Trump last Saturday. I believe with every fibre of my being that God intervened to stop those bullets from killing the God-Emperor. T-Rex was spared for a REASON, the same way that St. Reagan Magnus of the Right was in 1981.

God plainly wants him to accomplish something useful in his life, and has spared him for that purpose.

I also do not doubt for a single instant that God put T-Rex through the hell he has gone through, for the past 4 years, because the God-Emperor failed to follow through on his original promises, and failed to do what God wanted him to do. I believe God permitted Trump to suffer up to a degree, and then stepped in and said, “enough”.

If you do not believe this is possible, I advise you to look at the Book of Job, or 2nd Samuel. Both Job and King David suffered horribly, by the permission of God, for their failures – and God then stepped in, stopped their suffering, and restored them to even greater fortunes, once they repented of their failures and acknowledged God’s power and authority.

Looking at things through a spiritual lens, I think God has given America one last chance to turn its back on depravity, insanity, stupidity, and recklessness. But I think this truly IS the last chance. One more cock-up, one more refusal to turn back to Him, and I suspect He will withdraw His hand completely – and America will collapse into anarchy, civil war, and extreme bloodshed.

The Trumpasaur has ONE opportunity to get things right. He cannot save America – no man can, at this point. The magnitude of the problem is too great. But he CAN put America back on a trajectory toward greatness, by forcing it to pass through a time of tribulation and suffering that is necessary to purge it of its venality, stupidity, arrogance, and foolishness.

We shall see if he is up to the task. And we shall see if he is even permitted to perform it. For we must never forget the powers and principalities arrayed against him, and therefore against us. They are dreadful indeed, and we have barely glimpsed their true capabilities.

The Crowdstrike “failure” on Friday might have been merely an opening gambit, a test, a ploy, to see how easily the Derp State could take down America’s, and the world’s, entire infrastructure. I suspect they were not too pleased with the results, because quite a large segment of the world remained thoroughly operational and ran without issues. The next attempt is likely to be much more dangerous and severe.

All of this is to say that Trump’s victory is far from assured. It MAY happen, perhaps – I do not think it will. Even if it does, T-Rex has a long way to go before he can, in fact, Make American Great Again – and first, he needs to stop dicking around with his Boomercuck civnattery and get to work doing the things he always promised to do. He needs to purge the Neoclowns completely from government – preferably through hanging and impalement – and he needs to set about ending the Forever Wars for which Amerikhastan is so infamous.

One thing is for sure: now that Brandon is effectively out of the way, we shall find out in a hurry what will come next. If Brandon cannot campaign for POTUS, it follows logically that he cannot perform the duties of President. This leaves bad and worse choices for the country, which means the next phase of this drama will unfold rapidly.

Buckle up, boys. The next few weeks are going to be WILD.