by Karl Denninger
Let me prefix this: I have a “Giant Meteor 2020” bumper sticker on my car.
Yeah, that’s what I think of both of the candidates.
Coming into the last month or so I was pretty-convinced that Trump was going to lose. Why? Primarily because a poo-slinging chimp could have beat him at that point. He took the “advice” of known fraudulent “medical advisors” including Fauci and Birx, the former of whom had he done 10 seconds of research or remembered a damn thing from the 1980s and early 1990s (Trump is older than I am — he knows damn well the history) the AIDS crisis from the mid 80s through the 1990s was all you needed to really know.
Fauci’s “reputation” is proof that all anyone ever cares about is your last at-bat. They don’t care if you bat .120 provided the last time you stepped to the plate and the bases were loaded you smacked one. The 30 previous strike-outs and pop fly balls to the infield don’t count.