Lisa Murkowski is the perfect mascot for Senate Republicans. She is a Democrat in all but name, an aristocrat who inherited her office, and a beneficiary of rigged elections. She has more in common with Nancy Pelosi than the average Republican voter, and every time Alaskan Republicans attempt to throw her out of office, Mitch McConnell’s minions manipulate the rules to save her.
For McConnell, Murkowski is another beholden senator kept securely in his pocket who will vote how he wants on any given day. That might not be so bad (except for the good people of Alaska, whom she purportedly represents) if McConnell were not also an aristocrat who routinely betrays Republican voters. However, because his loyalties lie with President Xi, multinational corporations, the World Economic Forum, and his good friend Joe Biden, China Mitch uses the leash around Murkowski’s neck only when he needs help sticking it to the American people. And oh, how Senate Republicans love to screw over the American people!
I mention this person because she and other backstabbing Senate Republicans (think John Cornyn, Mitt Romney, John Thune, etc.) got together to do their version of Festivus in July, during which they told The Hill how much they absolutely loathe normal Republican voters. “[O]ur party is becoming known as a group of kind of extremist, populist, over-the-top [people] where no one is taking us seriously anymore,” Murkowski laments.
Our party? Alaskan Republicans tried to cashier your rear years ago, and you thumbed your nose at their wishes, ran as a write-in candidate, and got elected by Democrats. Instead of stripping you of your ranking position on choice committee assignments, Senate Republicans celebrated your “victory” over the actual Republican nominee (and Tea Party favorite, Joe Miller) by preserving your seniority. Last year, Republicans again tried to be done with you, and McConnell and his boys rigged the election by implementing ranked-choice voting — an incumbent protection racket that also defeated Sarah Palin and sent a Democrat to the House! Deep-red Alaska can’t represent conservatives’ interests when Senate Republicans work with Chuck Schumer to benefit Barack Obama’s favorite candidates!
That is the absurdity of the Murkowski position. She and her ilk believe that the Republican Party should be represented by individuals who adore Barack Obama, voted for Hillary Clinton, and consider child-sniffer Joe Biden a close personal friend. And because she is too daft to grasp the mood of the country and such a product of venal nepotism as to have scant self-awareness, she thinks the riffraff will eventually see things her way. If they actually had elections in Alaska, Murkowski’s campaign slogan really could be “Let them eat cake,” and nobody would bat an eye. It is what abused voters expect when Dirty Mitch McConnell’s election-riggers continue to hand out fortune cookies to the natives advising, “You shall be represented by a Democrat in Republican clothing.”
Yet Marie Antoinette Murkowski is hardly the only Senate nincompoop with her head buried several fathoms deep in quicksand. Numerous Republican members of the House of Lords peered peevishly through clenched monocles while tsk-tsk-ing their alleged constituents and telling The Hill how horrendously difficult it is to use the powers of the Senate to become filthy rich while the “deplorables” outside their doors refuse to go away.
“There are an astonishing number of people in my state who believe the election was stolen,” said one dumbfounded Republican senator too cowardly to go on the record. I suppose when Senate Republicans steal an election for their contemptible colleague Murkowski, watching Democrats steal battleground states with mail-in-ballot dumps just feels like normal politicking — what’s good for the goose is good for the gander, after all. For normal Americans who know cheating when they see it and do not speak Parseltongue, though, the whole flock of geese appear dumb, corrupt, and quite deserving of being stuffed with figs and made into foie gras.
Another pusillanimous Republican hiding behind anonymity bluntly revealed his/her/their aristocratic proclivities by noting that “the kind of people who think the election was stolen … it’s not just a ‘red-neck’ thing. It’s people in business, the president of a bank, a doctor.” Oh, my, you mean the only Republicans either (1) lacking sufficient common sense to question how Unpopular Joe could win 81 million votes or (2) so filled with moral turpitude that they aided and abetted the Democrats’ 2020 steal are those Republicans who sit in the Senate’s chamber? Sacré bleu! Quelle surprise! On behalf of rednecks everywhere, you prissy “elites” sure are stupid! Never has one group of people so merited a collective swirlie.
In a comment that registers high on the mother-of-all-cluelessness scales, that same lily-livered shrinking violet above also whined, “In my state there are a lot of folks who see Washington as disconnected, they see their way of life threatened.” Duh! Republican voters have been making this point for decades. Please, take this worthless central bank digital currency and buy some ears and a working brain. When Republican voters don’t just fall into line, he continued, their rejection of the Uniparty “makes it a lot more difficult to govern, it makes it difficult to talk to constituents.” There it is: the unvarnished truth. In order to preserve “democracy,” we must install dictatorship. Snap to, proles! There can be no dissent in this (mal)functioning Republic!
What can normal Republican voters say to a group of Republican senators who do not represent them faithfully? They sound like a bunch of hyperventilating prima donnas standing one stair up from ground level while promising bemused onlookers that they might just jump unless they get their way. Go ahead, jump, fools! Then walk over to the left side of the aisle, where you belong.
I don’t care if John Thune, Mitch McConnell, Mitt Romney, Lisa Murkowski, John Cornyn, Thom Tillis, Susan Collins, Lindsey Graham, Bill Cassidy, Shelley Capito, Joni Ernst, Todd Young, or any of the other “DeceptiCons” all come out as proud “woke” warriors who can no longer stand the company of ordinary Republican voters. Off with you! Be gone! Better to be honestly represented by fewer people than duplicitously represented by a WEF-worshiping coven of liars, losers, insider traders, warmongers, and corporate whores. Let me put this as simply as possible for Romney’s alter ego Pierre Delecto: casse-toi! Any sans-couilles Senate Republicans need not stay.
It is astounding how bizarrely distorted our “representation” in the Senate has become. The vast majority of voters strongly disagree with Republican senators’ priorities and leadership; the vast majority of Republican senators entirely reject the concerns of Republican voters.
It is almost as if we are represented by hostile Democrats — with the exception that our senators have not yet openly embraced sterilizing children and applauding men for dominating women’s sports. Give them time, though! You might remember how proud tête de noeud Delecto was when he paraded around with Black Lives Matter after that domestic terror group had torched and looted small businesses around the country. Whatever Marxist Democrats support today, Senate Republicans are certain to support one or two election cycles down the line!
They already love how embracing the hoax of man-made climate change gives them more money and power. They have kept their mouths shut while the Department of (in)Justice persecutes President Trump and his supporters. And they have remained far too quiet while State-imposed censorship, warrantless surveillance, and forced experimental injections have become the orders of the day.
Sometime soon, Murkowski and Senate Republicans will be chastising Republican voters for not embracing totalitarianism the proper way.
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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“What can normal Republican voters say to a group of Republican senators who do not represent them faithfully?”
And there is the problem staring us in the face…………the senate was never meant to represent VOTERS, it was suppose to represent state legislatures at the “federal table” as a check on their power. Want to change DC without a war? REPEAL THE 17TH AMENDMENT.