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TRUMP WILL WIN


I am going to save the hand wringing and doom-mongering for another day - the dire predictions, the gloomy sense of the end of the West as a credible, semi-reasonable force for good, and so on, and nor am I going to predict the demise of American democracy; nor will I belabour the obvious pulchritude of a mass of 74 or so million voters who seem hellbent on electing an alleged (if not more so) monster of depravity, hypocrisy, and so forth... those editorials will come, alas, and they almost write themselves, as if with AI...

Simply put, the polls, the way the mood and the momentum is going, the way the media is swinging, how the key battleground states are shaping up, how the billionaires are swinging, and shaping, things... it all seems it will go Trump's way, as it did in 2016, when this blog predicted he would win. Then he was apparently far behind in the polls, so imagine where he really is now, when even the polls make him close, or tied, or the leader.

We cannot blame VP Harris. Biden would have already lost the election, by miles. A least there is a slim margin of hope, and much can still happen in two weeks... but it does appear, as of now, that Sauron is back in business.

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