Wow. Angry, creepy, sleepy Dementia Joe gave another one of his atrocious Sieg heil! speeches on Wednesday blaming MAGA Republicans for his failures, and the wannabe tyrant could not have come off more revolting. (Could he be any more despicable? — sorry, Chandler Bing.) If his imbecilic ranting had any strategic objective, it got lost (much like Biden) in the disgustingly un-American backwash frothing from his vitriol. He sounded like some mad-hatted, off-kilter offspring of Stalin, Hillary Clinton, and a caca-throwing howler monkey. It is a wonder that he refrained from calling for public MAGA executions right then and there! Our mentally-challenged, child-grooming, puppet dictator was clearly going for the dumb, pervy, pro-gulag vote with a mindless diatribe meant to do nothing but threaten and divide Americans.
As has evidently become official U.S. government policy, Slow-Joe’s speech consisted of nothing but vilification, calumny, and lies. He tried to paint the hammer-wielding commie Castro nudist who Houdini-ed his way past security to invade Paul Pelosi’s personal space as a card-carrying member of Team Trump, yet the absurdity of turning a far-left, drug-addled hippy into a MAGA mascot was far too removed from reality to resemble anything but flagrant propaganda. The speech (such as it was) went downhill from there. It was evil MAGA did this, insurrection that, democracy is hanging by a thread, Oceania must defeat Eurasia — regurgitated gibberish all! For as little sense as his insults and threats made, Slanderous Joe might as well have screamed, “Trunalimunumaprzure, du eshuur dez whee vild mehrca, argle-bargle, jiggery-pokery, bark-bark. I’m Jill Biden, and I approve this message.”
Oh, and Mail-In-Ballot Biden went out of his way to warn Americans that it would take many days for midterm votes to be counted before this year’s elections are “officially” concluded. Criminelly, tell me you plan on stealing the elections without saying you plan on stealing the elections, why don’t you! (Get out and vote anyway! The best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray.)
The ol’ child-sniffer-in-chief sounded more like a Latin American commie crook than an American politician. Maybe Venezuelan dictator Hugo Chávez never actually died but came up north disguised as a doltish, decrepit, corrupt, third-rate Delaware politician with the inside skinny on how best to rig an election. If that’s not Chávez wearing a Joe Biden mask, then what’s left of Go-Low-Joe’s pudding mind is pure Marxist malevolence. What a disgrace!
Forget unworthy comparisons to Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, Reagan, or Trump. Ventriloquist Dummy Biden couldn’t — in his wildest dreams — manage to lead an army, write and speak eloquently, or succeed in the private sector beyond the safe confines of quid-pro-quo corruption and life on the public dole. He has no talents or gifts that distinguish him in any way. His singular accomplishment is that he has managed to hold office in Washington, D.C., for half a century. Yet that feat distinguishes him as a mere barnacle clinging to the ship of State, sponging off the accomplishments of other larger-than-life American leaders who swam the Potomac’s currents as political whales. What is more, American voters have known this about him for decades, as they overwhelmingly rejected him in two previous humiliating runs for the White House before Basement-Dwelling Biden managed to collect enough mail-in ballots (wink-wink) to make him the most popularly elected president in American history. You see, if you harvest enough ballots (and break enough election rules), you can miraculously go from worst to first in no time. Uff-da.
Two questions kept running through my mind as I watched the sleazy spectacle unfold: (1) How has America fallen so far?; and (2) Who in their right mind would ever go fight a war overseas for this fraud?
As for the first question, the answer’s pretty obvious: slow and steady ruination orchestrated from within the cesspool of government. You spend the last century undermining America’s federalist system by stealing inherent powers reserved for the states and the American people and transferring them to some unholy Frankensteinian D.C. monster recklessly wielding unconstitutional authority. You distort the delegated separation of powers so completely that the Supreme Court writes laws, the Executive Branch declares war, unaccountable bureaucratic agents browbeat ordinary American citizens, and Congress conducts show trials, while cashing checks from the big-monied interests politicians actually represent.
You go out of your way to teach America’s children that Almighty God is not real and that God-given freedom is made-up; and then you spend decades teaching those children’s children that Big Government is the highest power, and that the almighty State will reward “politically correct” subjects with a lot of “free” stuff if they remain well-behaved. You mock virtue and sacrifice, character and courage; and you place sin, vice, and other cheaply obtained pursuits of no worth high on a pedestal, as if they should be idolized as precious luxuries to be pursued and adored.
You open America’s borders to too many outsiders who don’t share the nation’s values or history. You disrespect citizens and ignore their needs and complaints. You orchestrate fraud-filled elections that destroy trust and breed hostility. You redefine the plain meaning of words, peddle propaganda, and smother truth. You turn the “free” press into controlled organs of the State. You transform the courts into a two-tiered criminal (in)justice system that protects the powerful and persecutes the powerless. You disgrace the Department of Justice by using FBI agents and federal prosecutors as political partisans, inquisitors, and cheaply bought whores.
You do all this, shake the whole sordid mess in society’s giant tumbler until it’s ready to explode, and throw the nasty, stinking awfulness out back until it smells like vulture vomit baking in the hot summer sun. Then, and only then, have you created a concoction so revolting and unsavory that someone as venal, petty, and repugnant as Joe Biden can walk past the stench without anyone much noticing.
As for the second question, I honestly don’t know why anyone would sacrifice life and limb to defend China Joe’s woke, trans-obsessed, identity politics-oriented Defense Department or the Pentagon’s Big Brother pals in the Deep State today. If anyone needed more proof that politics — not warfighting or service members’ survival — reigns supreme, the disastrous and deadly Afghan retreat was a searing and unpleasant reminder. Furthermore, it’s no longer clear just whom Biden’s apparatchiks consider the real enemy. When the U.S. Intelligence Community is used to hunt American citizens for their political beliefs, it’s way past time for Americans to question why they would fight for those who are already waging war against them. On Wednesday, Biden all but declared MAGA Americans “enemies of the State.” On Thursday, his chief of staff, Ron Klain, went so far as to frame Biden’s hate-fest as “one final warning” to us all. Threats don’t exactly inspire loyalty. And nobody follows a fool into battle.
It’s as Mel Gibson’s William Wallace correctly averred in Braveheart: “Men don’t follow titles; they follow courage.” In any walk of life, this observation is undoubtedly true. What people do with their lives, how they conduct themselves, whether they reach for the heavens, and by doing so, inspire others to do the same — or whether they prey on our worst impulses, divide and conquer, and drag us down into their own pits of despair — this is what separates the weak and wicked from those who possess great strength.
Biden, of course, is a weak, wicked, and cowardly man, and no title stitched before his name could ever beckon any American of worth to follow his lead.
Image: 10 Tampa Bay via YouTube, CC BY 3.0 (cropped).
Two Storms, One Harvest
Every food crisis in living memory has been a one-shock event. The 2008 price spike was a commodity bubble. The 2020 shortages were a logistics failure. The 2022 grain scare was a war on one exporter’s ports. Each time, the system bent, adjusted, and recovered, and each time the experts assured us afterward that global markets are simply too big and too diversified to fail.
What nobody in Washington seems eager to discuss is that 2026 is shaping up to be something the modern food system has never actually faced. Two independent shocks, one climatic and one geopolitical, are converging on the same harvest cycle at the same time. Not sequentially. Simultaneously.
Start with the weather. The Pacific Ocean is currently building toward what forecasters now openly call a record event. NOAA’s Climate Prediction Center puts the odds of at least a strong El Niño near 88 percent, with roughly two in three odds it reaches “very strong” status, the tier reserved for perhaps three or four events in the entire satellite era. Every major global model now projects a median peak in Super El Niño territory, and most of them project it exceeding the 2015-16 event, which until now held the modern record. Sea surface anomalies were already brushing the super threshold in mid-July, months before these events normally peak. The atmosphere has already shifted into El Niño mode, and the event is forecast to crest in late fall and early winter.
This is not about “climate change.” It’s about the standard cycles of weather, and the cycle we’re currently in is one that has likely devastated societies in the past. We’re better prepared as a society today, but not all Americans are equally prepared.
Serious households have started doing the quiet math on their own. Grocery bills tell part of the story, and the forecast maps tell the rest, which is why long-term food storage has moved from fringe hobby to mainstream line item in the family budget, with established suppliers like Heaven’s Harvest seeing demand from people who five years ago would have rolled their eyes at the idea. That instinct is not paranoia. It is pattern recognition, and the pattern is worth walking through carefully.
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The Fertilizer Clock Is Already Running
While the Pacific warms, the second shock has been unfolding in the Strait of Hormuz. The conflict with Iran turned the world’s most important energy chokepoint into a contested waterway, and the consequences reach far beyond the gas pump. Roughly a third of global fertilizer trade moves through Hormuz, and the disruption sent urea prices up 86 percent year over year by March, with a 53 percent jump in a single month.
The World Bank projects energy prices rising about 24 percent in 2026 and fertilizer about 31 percent. By its own accounting, fertilizer prices ran 35 percent higher in the first five months of this year than the same period last year.
Here is the mechanism the nightly news will not explain. Fertilizer is not a grocery item. It is a time-delayed input. The nitrogen a farmer in Iowa or Punjab could not afford to apply this spring does not show up as a problem this spring. It shows up as a thinner harvest six to twelve months later.
The World Bank’s own food security brief concedes that the effects of reduced applications earlier this season “are likely to become visible only later in harvest outcomes.” Translate that from institutional language into plain English and it means this. The damage is already done, it is already in the ground, and we are simply waiting for it to arrive on the shelf.
Now check the calendar. Six to twelve months from the spring planting season lands us squarely in late 2026 and early 2027. Which is precisely when the strongest El Niño in the instrumental record is forecast to peak, bringing its signature droughts to Southeast Asia, Australia, southern Africa, northern Brazil, and South Asia, the very regions that grow the world’s rice, sugar, and oilseeds.
The World Bank warns openly that a strong El Niño “could disrupt multiple crop belts simultaneously” on top of the conflict-driven input costs. Their baseline projection assumes the Middle East disruptions ease by autumn. What in the last two years of Middle East history suggests that assumption is safe?
The System Has No Slack Left
The comfortable answer is that global markets always adjust. But adjustment requires slack, and the slack is gone. Global cereal production is expected to decline from last year’s records even before El Niño does its work. The UN World Food Programme, hardly a den of right-wing preppers, is calling this the most significant disruption to its supply chains since Covid and the invasion of Ukraine, and its supply chain director put the stakes bluntly.
Today’s supply chain challenges are tomorrow’s hunger crisis.
There is also a political dimension that markets cannot price. When food gets scarce, governments do not behave like economists. They behave like politicians. Export bans, hoarding mandates, and panic buying at the national level turned the modest rice shortfall of 2008 into a global crisis, and analysts are already warning that import-dependent nations are the first dominoes.
The 2015-16 Super El Niño, a far weaker event than what is now forecast, threw tens of millions into food stress across Africa and Asia. This one is projected to be stronger, and it arrives with fertilizer already rationed by price and shipping lanes already contested by missiles.
What Joseph Knew
Scripture does not treat preparation for lean years as faithlessness. It treats it as wisdom delivered in advance to those willing to act on it.
Behold, there come seven years of great plenty throughout all the land of Egypt: And there shall arise after them seven years of famine; and all the plenty shall be forgotten in the land of Egypt.
Joseph did not respond to that warning with a hashtag or a committee. He stored grain during the years of abundance, and when the famine came, Egypt stood while its neighbors begged. The lesson is not that famine is certain. It is that the time to prepare is precisely when preparation still looks optional.
Nobody who filled a pantry in a year of plenty has ever regretted it, and nobody standing in an empty aisle has ever been glad he waited for certainty.
None of this calls for panic, and panic is the enemy of sound judgment anyway. It calls for the same unglamorous prudence our grandparents considered ordinary. Keep some cash margin, know your local growers, and put real food in deep storage while it is cheap and available, because the entire arc of this story is that cheap and available is a closing window.
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