Typically, one performs an autopsy after the subject is dead; when you do it while they’re still alive, it’s called a vivisection, and that’s what we’re going to do today with the Democrats’ soon-to-fail 2026 midterm campaign to turn America into a more gender-confused version of Cuba. Fast-forward to Thanksgiving 2026; let’s look back on what’s going to happen, because you can see the outlines of the inevitable. They’re hoping for a blue wave; they’re going to look back and realize that they blew it.
The Democrats just aren’t good at electoral autopsies. They just released one about the 2024 fiasco to a great clamor of condemnation and indignation. Parts of it weren’t politically correct and were therefore rejected, while other parts, like the part that the senility of their first presidential candidate played, were ignored. An autopsy should be a rigorous and objective attempt to find out what went wrong, and it should tell some hard truths. But the Democrats have a problem because what they embrace aren’t policies. They’re not even ideologies. They are religious beliefs. They fill up the space where normal people keep their faith. Democrat ideology is a substitute for religion, so the problem is that if you dare to critique any of its tenets, you’re not just wrong. You’re a heretic. You’re a bad person for thinking that some women do not have penises, and that America is not a roiling cesspool of racist hate. So, you can’t discuss and debate it. All you can do is accept it, which means you can never change it, no matter how much it hurts your cause.
The blue-haired weirdos, race hustlers, commies, and other degenerates that make up the bulk of the Democrat party don’t want to hear the truth. They want to see you on your knees, chanting their sacred dogma without hesitation, equivocation, or dissent. That’s why Democrat autopsies can’t work. They can’t hear the hard truths because the truth is evil if it conflicts with what they want to believe. They would much prefer to embrace a politically correct wrong than an electorally useful right.
Well, let’s try it anyway.
Historical trends say that they’re going to win the House of Representatives. That’s what usually happens in midterms, and the Republicans are facing headwinds with the continuing war in Iran, economic discontent, and the fact that voters get tired after a few years and tend to look to the other party. But the Democrats aren’t riding high like they were a couple of months ago. Their redistricting gambit has turned to ashes in their soft, girlish hands. The Virginia scam failed. Some, but not all, of the southern states are redistricting after racist redistricting was banned – the Republicans have an Indiana goody-goody sissy problem that needs to be addressed in other Red States, but that’s a discussion for another time. The bottom line is that the Republican bottom line for seats in the House of Representatives is pretty close to the majority now. Sure, we can lose, and being Republicans, that’s the default mode, but some sort of sweep of 30 or 40 communist Democrats coming into office seems increasingly unlikely.
And a big part of that’s because of who they nominated. If they had only picked normal people, they might’ve had that tsunami. The pathology report for a real autopsy would no doubt mention the large number of active communists, femboys, and jihad freaks that these people are nominating. And this is their best-case scenario. They barely beat back the woman in Texas who was openly suggesting that we stick Jews into camps; yep, all socialists are the same, including national socialists.
And speaking of Graham Platner, here’s what the autopsy needs to ask just in time to spoil their tofu turkeys at Thanksgiving.
“How the hell did we get ourselves into the position where we nominated a guy with a Nazi tattoo on his chest, not to mention all the other weird stuff this guy had out there on the Interwebs?”
Think about it. You have Senator Susan Collins, the most moderate of Republicans, who knows Maine inside and out – everybody knows her personally – and who is the chair of the Appropriations Committee, which sends money to the Maple Syrup and Moose state, and who has a tradition of beating normal Democrats like a drum despite polls that never call the election right. And the Democrats decided that the right guy to take her on was a guy with a Nazi tattoo.
A guy with a Nazi tattoo.
He had a freaking Nazi tattoo, people!
Sure, the Red Brigades on X all had an excuse for it. Oh, it was an accident, because lots of people accidentally get a Nazi tattoo. You know, Scheiße happens. Or he was so stupid he didn’t know it was a Nazi tattoo. Or it was no big deal, because it was only a Nazi tattoo and, after all, the Nazis do share the same view of Jews as most Democrats. Or, well, Trump was the real Nazi because of reasons, and shut up.
No, that Nazi tattoo was no big deal, just like the stuff about rape being the woman’s fault, people from Maine being idiots, and take that, guys who got wounded, were no big deal. And hey, who hasn’t pleasured himself in a Porta-Potty and then written about it?
And, of course, because you knew it was coming, there was this weekend’s revelation that he was exchanging nudes with random women who were not his wife, who he loves very dearly, cross his heart and the Nazi tattoo he had etched over it, but apparently not that dearly. It’s unclear whether he was gleefully receiving pics from them, or if he was transmitting pictures of der lil’ Fuhrer to them, or both. If he was doing the sending, I wonder how he handled the tricky lighting in the public toilet.
But you know what? To normal people, this was all a big deal. Nazi tattoos are bad, and candidates shouldn’t have them. The same with all the other stuff. Candidates shouldn’t have to explain dozens of bizarre public statements that repel and appall regular folks. Normal people looked at this guy, and then compared him to sober, stable Susan Collins, and decided that no, we’re not going to vote for the communist who’s also a Nazi.
And then there was Texas. That was another example of Democrats talking themselves into thinking that they were going to convince normal people to vote for a white guy because he’s a white guy who mouths a bunch of blasphemous stuff about Jesus to fool the rubes. But this was a guy who said that God is non-binary, that there are six genders, that whiteness is a virus, and that meat is murder.
In Texas.
This is the guy Democrats ran in Texas.
That was objectively insane, at least for anyone with at least a passing knowledge of Texans. But that’s what Democrats did, and they spent tens of millions doing it.
The Democrat autopsy is going to have to grapple with the fact that they can’t seem to get a white guy who doesn’t look like he drives a Subaru around elementary schools, offering little boys off-brand 99 Cent Store candy to climb in and help him look for his lost puppy. After Tim Walz, you would’ve thought there’d be some soul-searching about how they select their white guys. Maybe not have them code gender ambiguous. Maybe not have them babble BLM crap. Maybe not provide the Republicans with countless video clips of them casually blaspheming.
Democrats need to appeal to white voters, so it might be a good idea to go out and actually meet some normal ones, because every white guy they put up as a candidate turns out to be some sort of freak who probably has something incredibly creepy lurking in his browser history.
Now, once again, there were plenty of Democrats on X explaining why James Talarico was the perfect candidate for Texas and how he was going to transition the Lone Star State blue. Except this guy reads as someone who’s about to transition himself.
When it comes to reading the room, Democrats are illiterate.
Oh, and then there was that Abdul El-Sayed guy running for Senate up in Michigan who was just an outright Hamas lover. You know, normal voters don’t like that, and all the rationalizations in the world pumped out over social media were never going to convince them to do it. You lose when you go up against a guy named Mike Rogers with a guy named Abdul who believes the same jihadi crap as millions of other people named Abdul in the dismal Middle East.
And then there was Georgia, where Jon Ossoff had a good chance of keeping Republicans from taking back the seat that should be theirs and blew it by ending up on the ballot with the former mayor of Atlanta, who was running for governor. Atlanta is a crime-ridden hellhole, and she’s the one who made it a crime-ridden hellhole, and people didn’t want their whole state to be a crime-ridden hellhole. But she was a black woman of black womanhood, and Ossof had to hang that millstone around his neck to make sure those voters turned out. Instead, he got turned out – hard.
And that’s how the Democrats’ dream of taking the Senate turned into a nightmare.
Now, I usually recommend against correcting our enemies when they’re making a mistake. I like to let it play out, let them cook, let them suffer. But I’m not worried about telling them exactly what’s going to happen. If they can’t see the obvious – that you don’t nominate a candidate with a Nazi tattoo, that you don’t nominate a candidate who looks like a gender-confused gnome, that you don’t nominate a candidate who gets extra attention at the TSA line, and you don’t nominate a candidate who pals around with someone responsible for turning Atlanta into the San Francisco of the South – then they’re certainly not going to listen to us.
And that’s fine. We want them to keep screwing up. We want them to do things that are insane, not only in retrospect, but in the present.
Hey, if they can’t see their mistakes, we can’t help them anyway. And they can’t help themselves.
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