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Cargo ritual, or cargo cult, is a religious practice whereby relatively primitive societies attempt to conjure up modern technology or lifestyle advancements through ritualistic behavior. Classic examples include the building of an airplane runway in the hopes of materializing the kind of cargo that airplanes bring, or building radios out of coconuts and straw.

The Democratic Party has been running a cargo cult for some decades. It is placing a bet that its latest savior figure, Sleepy Joe Biden, albeit an empty senile shell of a cult leader, can do it again and fool the people—one more time. As Biden is wont to say, “C’mon man.”

During World War II, Americans landed their huge aircraft, big bombers and fighters, all over the Pacific islands of Melanesia. The local natives came to love “Joe From,” (a.k.a. G. I. Joe from somewhere stateside). The planes would drop their goods, i.e., cargo, and the people got stuff like free soft drinks, canned Spam, chewing gum, and candy bars. They became totally addicted to it.

But then the war ended, and the planes stopped arriving.

Ignorant as to why, the islanders built their own bamboo and wooden planes, many life-sized, beckoning the return of yet more cargo. It didn’t cause them to come.

Such cargo cults are a phenomenon around the world, from Papua New Guinea to Guinea, and from Guinea-Bissau to British Guinea—continents apart. All are premised on more or less the same design.

Radically new-age, millenarian false religions, “cargo cults,” were all inaugurated by cataclysmic events that destroyed the old order and brought paradisal plenty, together with freedom and justice that involved the reversal of the positions of white foreigners and indigenous peoples.

Joe from Delaware (or is it Scranton?) and his pseudo-religious—well, actually, now more a secular Marxist—party is promising the return of cargo to those who just believe in him or a slim chimera of him. And the inner-cities, blue state kleptocracies and emerging autonomous (anarchic) zones, as well as the Democratic-controlled “shithole” wards—from West Baltimore to the Bronx and from Compton to Metcalfe Park, all fall in line. They believe.

The handouts and promises are just too good to pass up. More, please. More!

Like the related 1960s cartoon, “Clutch Cargo,” Clutch Biden is out to save the oppressed and downtrodden. That animated television series centered on dangerous adventures and missions to save the world. It was later voted the seventh-worst television production in history but in its day, it had plenty of followers and a cool bongo lead in.

Play those bongos again brothers and sisters, Clutch Biden will deliver. It may take help this time from the AOC crowd or “the (Firing) Squad,” as it is commonly known, as well as threats from Antifa and the bigoted rioters, but Joe and his soon-to-be-released, female action-figure, vice president of color, premised on Shuri in the fictional kingdom of Wakanda, will Remake America.

This time the cargo cult will be bigger and better than ever. It has to be.

To hell with the U.S. Constitution, the nuclear and extended family, marriage, parenting, the rule of law, private property, any notion of religious freedom (let alone the practice of it), the Second Amendment, customs, manners, and civilization as we know it.

It is time for revolution. Off with their heads is the slogan du jour.

Like Robespierre, the first act is to guillotine the vestiges of the past and all its conservative and reactionary stalwarts. Gone.

The second act is to take control of the commanding heights. The media is already on board, so the rest will follow like lemmings. Done.

And, the final stage is socialism in every aspect. Equality of outcomes is the euphemism, but it is in effect the total destruction of present society and the remaking of America. The new red hats will not be premised on the founding principles, life, liberty, or the pursuit of happiness, let alone any meritocracy of the past, or our individual and collective achievements.

The new order will read right out of the Communist Manifesto: “[W]hen the class struggle nears the decisive hour . . . a small section of the ruling class cuts itself adrift, and joins the revolutionary class, the class that holds the future in its hands.”