Living Inside a Science Fiction Novel

I'm watching Tucker tonight, he displaying a clip of Biden, at the podium. Saying it's rainbows and pink sparkle ponies, in Afghanistan.

And as I'm watching, with the sound off. I'm looking at Commissar Harris' eyes. And inside she is laughing. At Joe, at us, at everything. She cannot contain her emotion.

Afghanistan hasn't fallen. No.

The entire world has. 

Because of the Deranged Lunatic Left's utter, sheer depravity. Prideful. Taking selfies, with Satan. Just like the Taliban, now ensconced in the palace.

Here ... a coup. And now the Junta completely surrenders, to every malevolent global force. Including the Taliban.

And Cackling Pantsuit …. she cackles. To her it's a funny joke. Some sort of divine political retribution.

And I am awash with a flood of amazement. Surely this cannot be real. And yet it is. Fiction is now reality. And reality, is now fiction.