When seeking concise and cogent insight into the political landscape in these troubling times, when one hopes to find some rhyme or reason or useful guidance when it comes to what is shaping up to be a death match between Lady Liberty and MAGA, there can be only one name that should come to mind.
Ian Fleming.
Uh...what?
Ian Fleming.
Uh...the Ian Fleming?
Absolutely.
The Ian Fleming who, between 1953 and 1966, wrote eleven novels and two short story collections featuring the fictional 'Commander in the Royal Navy Reserve and officer in the Secret Intelligence Service, commonly known as MI6.
Said Commander, of course, better known by his MI6 code number.
007.
That's right.
Bond. James Bond.
Okay. So let us now address the irrefutable obligatory question.
WTF does James Bond have to do with Biden V. Trump?
Allow me.
In "Thunderball", the Sean Connery starring movie based on Fleming's ninth 007 novel (yes, it was the fourth Connery film, but the movie versions didn't follow the book publishing chronology...and thanks, Mr./Mrs/Ms Helper...), there is a night time scene in which Bond returns to the island home of the plot's villain, SPECTRE big wig, Emilio Largo which he has visited at Largo's invitation earlier that day.
Trying to sneak back on the property that night unnoticed, he is, instead, discovered and a fire fight breaks out.
In the confusion and darkness, Bond, at one point, steps quickly out between two factions of Largo's henchmen, fires a single shot and then ducks back out of sight. The henchmen, unable to see clearly in the darkness, return fire in the direction of Bond's single shot.
The result....Largo has to scream loudly for his mob to cease firing....
"...stop it! stop it!...you FOOLS !....he's got you shooting at each other...."
According to polling stats at this writing, a majority of Americans are preparing to re-elect to the Presidency of the United States a "leader" whose single...only...verifiable skill is his ability/obsessive neurotic need to pit one against another....stirring a 'we never close' shit pot of below the best insults, spewing one offensive, demeaning and degrading nickname at one, any and all who don't worship his walking ground, taking a position on one day, taking the opposite position the next day, denying that he
a) took the first position
b) switched to the second position
and telling whatever video/audio available lie is necessary to both avoid liability and accountability.
And keeps tens of millions of "god fearing, law abiding 'Muricans' sufficiently confused, conflicted and convinced that he, and he alone, is the only cure in existence for what ails them.
Even though he is, and continues to be, the primary cause of what ails in the first place.
Chaos.
Confusion.
Conflict.
It's a strategy as old as the Great Wall of China.
Divide...and conquer.
Be divided.
And be conquered.
A dramatic device conjured up in a fictional work by Ian Fleming.
Who lived in an island home he called "Goldeneye"
Proving to be a smashing success in the American political process.
For an unequaled grifter/sociopath with a single...and sole...skill.
Who will very likely soon be re-inhabiting a legendary home at 1600 Pennsylvania.
Having lived for years in an island home he calls....
Mar A Largo.
Oh. Sorry.
Freudian slip.
Make that 'Lago".
Be sure and vote in November.
And as you close the curtain on the booth, let this refrain come roaring into your brain.
"....you fools!....
...he's got you shooting at each other...."
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