This was one of those Astral Weeks when the entire body politic of America seemed to undergo a CAT scan, revealing a glimpse of just how fetid the inner-workings of the System have become.
First Hillary swooned, then her poll numbers collapsed, sending the Liberal Establishment into a collective freakout not seen since it became apparent that Shrub was going to win his second term over that hapless dolt John Kerry.
Speaking of Bush, joining in the Widespread Panic were two-thirds of W.’s Inner Circle (from the deplorable Paul Wolfowitz to the deplorable Hank Paulson), who have volunteered their deplorable services aboard the USS Clinton, only to see the ship listing severely to the starboard under the strain.
The Trump campaign, which to this point has given new meaning to Teflon, scarcely fared much better, as the Trump Foundation was revealed to operate as a kind of charitable Ponzi Scheme for the glorification of … Donald J. Trump.
Trump seems more and more like one of those deeply-inbred Egyptian Pharaohs of the Middle Kingdom, whose sandy empire consisted largely of colossal monuments of themselves built under the lash by slave labor. Of course, these very qualities are greatly admired in post-industrial America. No wonder Imen-Ho-Trump is surging in the polls. All hail, Imen-Ho-Trump, Pharaoh of the Deplorables (half of them anyway.)
Then came the bombshells dropped by the hacker Guccifer 2.0: a trove of bitchy emails from Colin Powell that exposed…