OPINION:
ATLANTA — Like Alzheimer’s, dementia and addiction, mental illness is an affliction that attacks whole families. Sometimes these diseases are actually worse for those not diagnosed with the disease, but rather sentenced to a special kind of hell caring for those who are — out of love, obligation or family.
And so it is for a nation in which half the electorate votes for the Democratic Party.
We see the crazy. We point out the crazy. We try to help the crazy. We argue with the crazy. We vote against the crazy.
There is, literally, not a single rational, explainable reason to vote for the Democratic Party today.
But in the end, you just can’t fix crazy.
Sometimes mental illnesses have a name. Trump Derangement Syndrome is one. And it is very real.
Leading experts studying the illness long believed that the disease was incurable. But the general scientific consensus has shifted as more and more voters report that they recovered from TDS. They describe it the same way people describe emerging from profound depression or escaping a cult.
Once in the true and warm sunlight of reality, everything looks different and the range of colors — including orange — becomes joyful again.
This is not to make light of the millions of Americans still suffering from TDS. But as a country, we can take hope in the examples of recovery among some of our fellow citizens.
Recovery is possible.
Of course, TDS is only one of a vast constellation of mental illnesses that make up the Democratic Party today. And like a voracious psychiatrist in lean times or with more and more bills as his divorces pile up, the Democratic Party is highly adaptive at adding new diseases.
One of the party’s fastest-growing categories of mental illness deals with gender confusion and even actual birth defects. Democratic politicians have taken the most horrifying — and nearly nonexistent — deformities some children are born with and turned them into a political platform.
Ambiguous genitalia is an extremely rare birth defect, according to the Mayo Clinic, but it makes up approximately 90% of the Democratic platform today. Their latest fad is gender dysphoria, a mental disease that the Democratic Party has cultivated into one of the most popular mental crazes to ever afflict humanity.
So eager is the party to expand this particular malady among its loyal adherents that the Biden administration hired gender dysphoria role models and put them in charge of our public health, our military and our nuclear waste.
Again, you can’t fix crazy.
Democrats are happy to use all manner of psychological weapons to terrorize people, especially the emotionally enfeebled. If you are a woman or an African American or a peaceful Muslim or an Asian or a Mexican or an artist of any kind and have not gotten yourself mind-warped into the Democratic Party, you are truly a powerful and independent specimen.
You should be studied by doctors and scientists for your mental fortitude in the face of psychological warfare that even the CIA would be too embarrassed to try.
There is the gaslighting. The projection. False flag operations. The demoralization. The propaganda.
Their whole conspiracy theory about Donald Trump colluding with Russia while Democrats actually colluded with Kremlin propagandists to attack Mr. Trump was one of the greatest false flag operations of all time. Even years after Democrats were exposed, they are still pushing that big lie.
The Democratic Party really is good at all the mind games. If you are just in it for the psychodrama, the Democratic Party is for you.
For the debate here last week, Democrats rented out a bunch or billboards around the CNN studio to play mind games on Mr. Trump and his supporters.
“Donald. Welcome to Atlanta for the first time since becoming a convicted felon,” said one such billboard paid for by the Democratic National Committee.
The mental games did not end there. The DNC also took out billboards cheering on President Biden, imploring him: “Let’s go Joe!” They knew he needed it.
As bad as the debate was for Mr. Biden, the worst moment of the night came later after Mr. Biden had been gingerly guided down the steps and shuffled off the stage and onto another one for a post-debate vigil.
Bathed in fake applause, Mr. Biden looked particularly cadaverous and weary with the strings of his thin white hair matted down close to his scalp. He looked confused, vacant, mouth agape.
He looked like he should have been wearing a helmet.
His wife stood in front of him, blond and grinning, yelling into a microphone with affected enthusiasm to gin up the crowd.
“Joe, you did such a great job!” she screamed. He smiled. “You answered every question! You knew all the facts!”
Truly, if Democrats were not the party of crazy, Mr. Biden would have no home.
• Charles Hurt is the opinion editor at The Washington Times.
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