…can sometimes be depicted to good effect in fiction:
Then there was the matter of process. How the election was run. How it was administered. The frenzied push to ramp up absentee and mail-in ballots and ramp down verification, especially in battleground states. How many states changed election laws? Hint: a lot. How many swing states? Hint: also a lot.
For the Ruling Class, COVID was a handy cover. Safety first, they said smugly, then went to town on unsupervised drop boxes. Objections were met with hostility. If COVID wore thin, the Race Card was always available. What’s the matter, don’t you want Blacks to vote?
They were covering their bases this time, folks. They didn’t want another four lost years. Should’ve been a cakewalk for the Dems, right? Haha, nope. They can’t even do fraud properly. Just like 2016, their schemes weren’t enough. Their candidate was so terrible and Trump was such a mega-juggernaut, they were gonna lose anyway. They realized at the eleventh hour and then things got messy.
They commenced win-at-all-costs mode, optics be damned. They closed polling stations and kicked out observers. Third-world stuff. Throughout the night, they chipped away at the numbers. They found uncounted mail-in ballots by the boxload. Most in Biden’s favor – and when I say most, I mean all.
By early morning, the landscape had shifted. Seismically. A 9.5 on the Richter Scale. Trump’s lead was gone. I’m still shocked at their gall. They basically said, fuck you America, we’re doing this. What were the odds of such a turnaround? Someone actually calculated them. Zero.
They didn’t call the election ’til November 8th. Fraud takes time, don’t ya know. Biden ended up with more votes than any candidate in history. What madness. They didn’t even have the decency to make their fraud believable.
Then the system closed in on itself. Forget irregularities, inexplicable anomalies, the plethora of smoking guns. Every agency and department colluded to shut down investigation (or even discussion) of fraud. Nothing to see here, folks. Biden won. Any talk to the contrary was anti-American. The appearance of impropriety? Not at all, they said with a straight face. The media piled on: “No evidence of voter fraud,” they declared. Lather, rinse, repeat. And thus, a bumbling imbecile who couldn’t draw a dozen supporters in his hometown beat an incumbent that filled stadiums faster than any rockstar in history.
And that is what was done and how, indeed.
The novel I cited above isn’t a deathless classic for the ages. Professors decades hence are unlikely to present it to their students as a triumph of English-language literature. It’s more important than that. It’s a battle cry, just as its title says.
There is a crying need for fiction writers who love freedom to get producing. We don’t have enough such fiction. With the media doing their damnedest to suppress any reportage that contradicts the Left’s narratives, the route of storytelling is the next best thing. The electronic publishing revolution even means that you can’t be silenced. Yes, you might be ignored…but the probability that you’ll be read and heeded is better today than ever before in history.
Get to work, storyteller-patriots. America wants you.
Alas, the truth is yet stranger than fiction.