We’re Entering Election “Silly Season,” and It Sure Feels Especially Stupid This Year

(Permanent Musical Accompaniment to the Last Post of the Week from the Blog's Favourite Living Canadian) The last month or so before a national election long has been known as the Silly Season. I'm wondering when Silly Season became Stupid Season. I don't know precisely when it happened but I suspect it was sometime in 2010, when the Republican candidate for the Senate from Delaware declared she was not a witch, and the Republican candidate for the Senate from Nevada talked about paying your doctor with chickens.

But the rise of the MAGA movement has made the transformation complete. The MAGA movement depends vitally on expanding Stupid Season to a year long enterprise. From The Hill: "Unless we win, nobody wins" is an interesting election strategy, if you're living in Belarus.

The Alaska Supreme Court settled this hash months ago, and a last-minute hit piece from Mother Times doesn't change that. Now, we have the continued curiosity that is the Senate race in Michigan, where Haley Stevens finally got around to endorsing Abdul El-Sayed, who beat her in the Democratic primary. However, because she's become something of a nuisance, Stevens has some ... conditions.

Also from The Hill: Jesus H. Christ in a Green Room, lady, get over it. Not to be confused with the Stupid Wall, the Stupid Ballroom, the Stupid Plaza, and the Stupid Ballroom, the Stupid Ceremonial Arch stands alone, so to speak.

So Secretary of Talking About War Pete Hegseth and Homeland Security honcho Markwayne Mullin, the only man ever named after a ricochet, had to cobble a purpose for this particular boondoggle. From Politico: They went to court with this nonsense late Friday. A Vietnam veterans group claimed that the administration misled it into an endorsement. (I am shocked, SHOCKED!) Oh, come on.

The purpose of the Stupid Arch is to celebrate the president's delusions of his own grandeur, a tribute to crippling tariffs, shooting citizens in the street, an ill-considered war, and repeated compliments to a Senate candidate's hindquarters. Let's not mistake it for a 250-foot high military deer stand. Tough times for us Trekkers.