Rollin' Like Sisyphus

Hell’s Skylight, Or The Official Rollin’ Like Sisyphus Endorsement For President Of The United States Of America

Posted in RLS PANIC DESK by Huckleberry on October 20, 2016

So here it is, a little on the plus side of four years since the Rollin’ Like Sisyphus Panic Desk endorsed its first-ever living-and-breathing major-party candidate for President of the United States of America, and now we’re going to do it again.
Back-to-back!
While I’d expect this endorsement to come as a surprise, as El Borak noted, I quite enjoy ripping the stitches out with a pitchfork, and the esteemed members of the RLS Panic Desk even more so. Since you all know that already, maybe this won’t be much of a surprise to the six of you who still read this blog.
The formulae used to determine the endorsement is much the same as the one the RLS Panic Desk uses to determine the current Apocalypse Watch, which astute observers will note hasn’t changed from Roman Holiday in 459 days. The formulae used are wholly proprietary, but I can tell you that it involves ambivalent magics, belligerent clerics of various faiths, stolen alien technology, a minor prop from the set of Paint Your Wagon and one .308 Winchester round tethered to a weather vane by a string of dental floss.
The dental floss is cursed, the bullet less so.
Endorsement below the fold.

Artist's Conception.

Artist’s Conception.

Yes, yes, I know.
What the fuck? I hear you say.
Just what kind of sick fucking joke is this, you cuck piece of shit? you reply.
You’ve been in that faggot state of California too fucking long! you insist.
Probably all true, yes.
But allow me to explain.
In the broad view, this isn’t much of an election. Every choice available is some form of liberal democrat with a basketful of disqualifying concerns and few if any actual merits, for the office or for even being a decent human being. That being said, I admire several of Trump’s qualities, but to all the Trump supporters tearfully insisting we need to make America Great Again, sorry sister, we passed that off-ramp quite some time ago. For all those that insist a chief problem with our civic decline is shortening time preferences, Trump as a political option is itself a preference to satiate an immediate need for a win, any win, against the rising tides of civilizational destruction. If the man did everything he (sometimes) said he would, sure, we’d maybe tread water for a very brief amount of time, staving off the inevitable for maybe a handful of years.
Or, not.
Look. I hate Hillary Clinton with the white hot rage of 10,000 suns. In addition to the corruption, the criminality, the lies, and the fact that she, to a tee, is the perfect embodiment of everything that is wrong with our government and with our culture, she’s also an awful, pathetic waste of a human life. Her drug-induced shit-eating grin throughout each of the debates is so perfectly punchable I cannot believe it to this day remains un-punched.
That being said, I have no interest in splashing about the fetid ruins of a once great civilization any longer than I have to. There’s work to be done. Sure, it’d be an incredible jolt of schadenfreude to see Trump win and witness the misery and despair and the emotional outbursts of my enemies.
But schadenfreude doesn’t put the food on my table, and such emotions are great but fleeting. A Trump victory would very likely release a lot of the pressure from the anger valve in this country, stalling momentum on the much-needed path through the bottom of this horrible husk of a civilization and onward to the summit of the next. No matter what the man does in office, his election would fracture the already fraying coalition of alt-n and impede the long game.
Hillary motherfucking Clinton, who stands a very real possibility of pulling a William Henry Harrison, will continue to fester and foment the necessary anger, distrust, and disillusionment necessary to tear down the last tatters of our once-great civilization so that the Men of the West may get to work on creating a better world.

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  1. El Borak said, on October 20, 2016 at 13:55

    Tim Kaine ’17
    He’s behind everything, you know.

  2. El Borak said, on October 21, 2016 at 06:51

    FWIW, you are in full accord with my favorite liberal in this:

    “Now it’s up to natural forces — and their galloping horsemen — to get the job done. So let us by all means throw our votes behind Hillary and let her rip so we can move on from there sooner rather than later and find new ways to remain civilized in the coming disposition of things.”
    — James Howard Kunstler

    • Huckleberry said, on October 21, 2016 at 09:36

      He said it much better than I did, but yeah.
      As great as it would be to see the sackcloth and ashes routine from people I intensely distaste, I’m trying to keep my eye on the long game here.

  3. Doom said, on October 21, 2016 at 09:30

    Explain? I knew. And I… probably knew why you would say. Honestly? It’s simply safer for you and your job. Believe as you wish, they all do. I doubt if you are alone, among other readers anyway.

    • Huckleberry said, on October 21, 2016 at 09:45

      Actually, my job is quite anti-Clinton. Our company retreats involve off-roading in MOAB and firing off the CEO’s prodigious collection of rifles and shot guns out in the wilderness.
      Except for a handful of Guatemalans in the warehouse, this company is hands-down Trump country.
      And it’s also not about safety in general.
      The reason I suspected that all of the violence was paid agitation was because, here in Southern California, there’s not one hint of genuine support for Cunton beyond the faggots and feminists on the west side. Blacks can’t fucking stand her. Middle class whites can’t fucking stand her. And many if not most of the Mexicans won’t ever vote for a woman.
      Also, as with last time, I’m not voting Clinton obviously. And I actually may yet forgo my usual practice of leaving President blank and actually vote for Trump.
      But the official stance of this blog and it’s Panic Desk is to rip the bandaid clean off, instead of tear it off slowly one hair at a time.

  4. Doom said, on October 23, 2016 at 12:23

    Is that why you had to explode your blog and rebuild it, in hiding, elsewhere? Something about fellow workers not understanding, as I had it? Not exactly convincing, if I got it right. But… Okay.

    • Huckleberry said, on October 27, 2016 at 13:02

      In fact you are incorrect.
      1. It wasn’t a coworker, it was a friend.
      2. Wherever I was working at the time was three employers ago.
      3. I didn’t take down the blog to “hide” it or to cover my own ass; I took down the blog (technically Blogger did) because said friend, no slouch of a hacker, hacked into it several times, overcoming everything Blogger’s security team employed to stymie him. They sent me an XML archive of the blog’s data and took it down and I went to WordPress.


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