The Sprained Mind of Rachel Maddow



This is the follow-on to Monday’s post about the dire straits the Democrat Party now finds itself in. We were at pains to point out that the only hands capable of seizing the horns of the bull charging at the Progressive movement belong to Rachel Maddow. That bull is wearing the mantle of what used to be called “that old-time religion,” now revitalized with a heroic cape of youthful energy. Some facts that should be very concerning about the impact of the Kirk Memorial Service.


Why somebody needed to take the reins and assert some visionary leadership over a Democrat Party that has been scoring nothing but fouls and foul-mouthed tantrums at the referees. Unlike most of her lefty colleagues, she was a star athlete in high school (and could have been in college if she hadn’t been outed as a Lesbian by the Stanford newspaper when she was a freshman). She knows about playing with pain. One of many reasons why Rachel Maddow was the best choice for assuming a strong, defining position on next steps. A game plan if you will. Take a look at her résumé and its ideal alignment with the core values of the liberal elite:


Everything is perfect about her credentials. She’s have Jewish and half Catholic, a frequent breeding ground for haters of all religion and a convert’s righteousness about atheism, logic, science and other idols with feet of clay. She went to a CHYOS university for her undergraduate degree in public policy (i.e., government sociology), then went on to another one for a doctorate in political science (the mechanic of government control) at the birthplace of artistic/academic atheism in the heights of the intellectual caste. 

Her professional career is a textbook M.O. for acquiring political influence with the absolute minimum of risk and scandal. She became a journalist immediately upon her return to the United States. Without becoming too involved in the aristocratic soap operas of prestige print media like the NYT, WAPO, the Atlantic, The New Republic, and The Nation, she acquired attention and a ticket to fame at the splashy radio venture called Air America.

She’s even in the picture here. Check Below the Fold for proof.

After Air America crashed and burned, Maddow used the liberal version of pole-vaulting to fail upward into the arms of the lefty television media. Where by degrees she became the doyenne of intellectual gravitas at the MSNBC of news networks (kind of like being the Woke Jaguar of automotive Grand Marques).

But look at all the advantages of a career like hers. She’s never held a government position or run for elective office of any kind. She’s never had to meet a payroll as an entrepreneur. She’s never taken a teaching position with any school or university. She’s never been in the military. She’s only had to write two books (unless a published crossword puzzle and an ‘as-told-to’ humor book count). As an Op-Ed columnist he somehow skipped right to the cushiest gig in American journalism, writing one column a month for the New York Times, for a year or so. She’s never been grist in our PC era for the gossip pages innthe tabloids for her marriage to an edgy, older artist who catapulted to critical esteem with photographic arrangements of  blurry portraits snapped the way Georgia O’Keeffe’s husband might have done if he’d had a Polaroid camera and dry ice smoker..

Nice work if you can get it. And no helpful sales promotion 
in the form lurid drug and domestic abuse gossip.

I’m happy for them. I really am.


The world did its thing while the Maddow train was making tracks. The 2024 election put a dent in her hegemony at MSNBC. She even took a timeout, reducing her daily weekday show to one day a week, ostensibly to help with the much needed addition of Batwoman to the DC canon. But the first 100 days and then the first six months exposed the disorganization and directionless caterwauling of the supposed-to-be Smart Ones in the political sphere. Maddow had to come back to the 5-day a week grind. 

And it began to look as if nobody was really in charge of the Democrats. Except maybe protesters and rioters and a weird new demi-monde of transgender killers in schools and other public places.

Out of the blue, Trump’s most charismatic young acolyte got assassinated. 

Yeoman rabble-rouser Jimmy Kimmel created a splashy distraction that offered the chance at some kind of a new popular cause for the left. (Where our early call-out of Maddow’s opportunity/responsibility arrived in these pages.)

Then something else happened.



Where we were at 9 pm Tuesday, September 22. How’d it go? 



Then they talked. Word salad with croutons…


All I can tell you is that Maddow flopped. She ducked. She whistled past the graveyard. She scored an own goal. She sat on a  3-2 pitch with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth and got called out on a strike across the heart of the plate. 

She could have ditched the loser Kamala interview and put real facts on the table, along with some kind of grand strategy for reclaiming traditional moderate-to-conservative Democrat voters in time to keep the midterms from becoming a disaster. She could have had a 3-point plan or a 10-point campaign with milestones. She could have given the troops something to hope for, something to do other than place bets on who was going to be assassinated next to save Democracy for the ruling class. Something. Anything. Else. Now it’s just an ugly ruin of a party, the crackhouse of sad sacks addicted to lies and believing in nothing but the sacredness of abortion and lying about sex. It will get much worse from here.

A New Deal the Dems aren’t going to like. Nobody’s in charge. Their voters hate the old blood and they fear and despise the new blood. Overall, the party has nothing left but their fallback pose of smug dismissals and condescension, lying about every thing every day, and pretending that the whole idea of putting stupid crazy women in charge of everything wasn’t about as big a loser as any idea can be.

Bad stuff happening out there after Rachel’s Big Whiff.

Kamala sounded even less coherent and presidential in her fly-by at The View…



Trump hit a mighty shot heard round the world at the United Nations. Cue for the melon heads of MSNBC to condescend to him and all those who know the U.N. is the biggest boondoggle in global history….



Jimmy Kimmel got his big chance to make it up with all the people  he had offended by lying about the Charlie Kirk shooter and joking about the assassination…


And there’s even worse news about the Great Divide opened up by the assassination. It’s not closing. It’s rumbling louder. But that’s a subject for our next chapter on the Dying Dementocrats…


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Below the Fold

*This is the answer to the question of Rachel’s inclusion in the downing of Air America. Inclusion has always been her thing, right?



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