All I heard from the Democrats’ prime-time telecast of their J6 Soviet show trial was blah, blah, blah, Americans are racist, Trump’s a terrorist, and Congress must tear up more of the Constitution to save “democracy.” Lights, camera, distraction! The way-off-Broadway tragicomedy produced by State media at once radiated the cheap emotionalism of a soap opera while leaving the ludicrous impression that our exalted leaders are nothing but ventriloquist dummies seeking refuge from a bad vaudeville routine. It was difficult not to laugh at the parade of dour faces glaring intently into the cameras with their punishing nursemaid scowls imploring the audience to take them seriously. Even watched on a phone screen, the staged spectacle reeked of sweat, desperation, and community theater amateurishness.
Like a third-rate Vegas show performed by mediocre magicians, there was no surprise or suspense. Listening to the players read from their corny scripts, I thought they would have been better off just breaking into incantations or hypnotic chants: abracadabra, pay no attention to obscene gas prices or the imploding economy…forget about Hillary’s Russia collusion hoax…never mind that more evidence of a fraudulent 2020 election emerges daily…it is imperative that we take away more of your rights! Free speech is deadly, America. Stop following the man with the red hat. It is Congress that loves you. It is we who will keep you safe. Love us. Worship us. We promise to be good masters.
Just what could compel D.C.’s reptilian ruling class to go to such lengths in its attempt to scramble Americans’ brains with such overt propaganda? Well, this is obviously the only issue Democrats and their masochistic enablers have in terms of a midterm election strategy (aside from another round of late-night mail-in ballot dumps and a compliant judicial system eager to rubber-stamp ballots as “valid” deemed “invalid” by state law). I kept thinking over the last eighteen months that the geniuses running America into the ground would come up with a second or third pitch in their 2022 election repertoire, but that was foolish; this is it; the Democrats are still running on nothing but Orange Man Bad.
The J6 Soviet show trials are also a revolting effort to justify Congress’s unconstitutional attempts to nationalize elections and replace an Electoral College that has always provided an instrumental check against concentrated power with the kind of “national popular vote” that further degrades the sovereignty of the individual states while making it even easier for institutionalized mail-in ballot fraud to take a flamethrower to what remains of election integrity. I suppose it shouldn’t be surprising that the same despots who imperiously seek to expunge the First Amendment’s protections for free speech, the Second Amendment’s protection of gun owners from government confiscation, and the Fourth Amendment’s protections against the national security deep state’s warrantless surveillance of Americans would also rip up Article II’s election requirements without a second thought, but it still leaves me aghast that so many congressional arsonists take an oath to support and defend the Constitution only to turn right around, douse it in kerosene, and torch it to ash.
Of course, you can’t have a made-for-tv show trial without a menacing villain to defame, frame, blame, and mercilessly maim, and there was never any doubt as to who that would be: President Trump, the Great MAGA Man, who haunts the Establishment hive-mind’s blob thoughts still. (If you zoomed in when the theatrical performers mentioned him by name, I swear you could see the weaker ones involuntarily quiver.) Here was the federal Leviathan’s umpteenth attack and most serious effort to harpoon and bludgeon the great white whale who frequents their nightmares, consumes them with rage, and torments them into maniacal fits. After six years of vengefully hunting him only to find themselves repeatedly beaten and thrashing against the rocks, this was Club D.C.’s time to strike and prevail.
Instead, the whole gaudy rendition of court-tv State programming devolved into such a blatantly un-American, dishonest farce that Congress’s descent into a dystopic Soviet-era firing squad was shocking to behold. Devoid of due process, authenticated evidence, unmolested testimony, exculpatory defense, or even the pretense of impartiality or fairness, the J6 Committee’s perversion of justice left the rule of law stabbed to death on its shiny marble floor, drenched in the blood of half-truths, manipulated video, State propaganda, and outright lies. Anyone who participated should have been ashamed.
The J6 Clown Show made one thing clear: D.C.’s despots hate Donald Trump with the heat of ten thousand suns. They hate his success. They hate his fearlessness. They hate his common sense approaches to America’s foreign and domestic problems. They hate that he can’t be bullied into silence or submission. They hate that he is beholden not to the globalist Davos clan attempting to conquer the world but rather to the ordinary American people and their families.
They hate that he kept his promises and succeeded when so many others betrayed and failed. They hate that he made America energy independent and more secure. They hate that he respected our borders and put a temporary halt to the Uniparty’s half-century hustle to launder illegal immigrants into campaign cash. They hate that he prioritized Main Street over Wall Street and was effectively returning wealth back to the middle class after thirty years of real economic decline. They hate that he had no interest in endless foreign wars and threatened hostile foreign enemies with quick, decisive action.
They hate that he repeatedly demonstrated his love for police officers and members of the military and that they reciprocated such affection for him. They hate that he proved blue-collar jobs could return, that America’s decline was far from inevitable, and that the keys to American prosperity remain industrial expansion, job creation, and an American manufacturing renaissance — not endless importation of cheap Chinese trinkets, oil, and minerals from foreign dictatorships, and trafficked illegal aliens.
In other words, the Establishment Class hates President Trump because he proved them all liars, grifters, and frauds. A touch of Patrick Buchanan, a dash of Ron Paul, a hint of Andrew Jackson, a fistful of Ronald Reagan, and a double-scoop helping all his own, Donald Trump represents what all those Washington toadies abhor: an unapologetically pro-American president.
More than the Establishment’s hatred for President Trump, though, it is their unbridled fear of his voters that has sent them into such authoritarian apoplexy today. Pundits deride Trump’s organic support as vulgar “populism” because past protest groups and political movements have largely been contrived. The Establishment is afraid of any mass movement that it is not secretly controlling. Authentic power originating from the people is a threat to the permanent bureaucracy. It’s why Obama advisor David Plouffe publicly declared before the 2016 election: “It is not enough to simply beat Trump. He must be destroyed thoroughly. His kind must not rise again.” MAGA voters make their own signs, drive hundreds of miles to rallies, create viral memes, and design funny t-shirts. They terrify the Soros clones who have always been paid big bucks for fake excitement.
What I took away from the abusive J6 hearing is this: the D.C. Establishment is deathly afraid of the American people. Because we have the majority of like-minded voters, Congress is desperate to divide, distract, and dilute. It cannot tolerate J6’s visibly demonstrable proof that a powerful coalition has risen. We must be made to feel small. It all reminds me of a prescient tweet President Trump sent out right after House Democrats’ first perfidious impeachment: “In reality, they’re not after me / They’re after you / I’m just in the way.” As usual, he was right.
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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