Before the saints come marching in, the human archetypes strut down the avenue in their revealing regalia. Do you know why the archetypal batshit crazy women of the Democratic Party adore "Joe Biden?" I'll tell you: because he represents perfectly and exactly the "patriarchy" they revile in his floridly comic senescence. "Joe Biden" is the patriarchy disabled, feeble, feckless, impotent, and reduced to inanity. He would be pitiful if the patriarchy itself were not so contemptible. This is exactly how the batshit crazy women want it to look.

Do you wonder why "progressive" (i.e. batshit crazy) elite class women seem so unperturbed about the conspicuous number of rapes committed by "newcomers," as they style illegal border-jumpers these days, who are by an overwhelming percentage "military-age men"? Because, having functionally transformed the ranks of American men into eunuchs, they relish the arrival of so many wild and lustful fellows on the scene, as long as post the imagined bodice-ripping exploits they can be dominated and domesticated — turned into so many swimming pool cleaners and busboys to be ordered around.

Of course, much of that archetypal psychodrama is only played out in the batshit crazy mind of batshit crazy women; for the sake of decorum it is never acted-out. The lurid, shameful fantasies are instead displaced onto Donald Trump, the archetypal "Big Daddy" who so insolently evaded the castration shears of Hillary Clinton — with the help of Russian arch-rapist "Putin" — and keeps on coming at the batshit-crazy women like Jason Voorhees, the psycho-killer in the Friday the 13th horror series (Qu'est-ce que c'est, ladies?)

Proof of Mr. Trump's rapey-ness has been finally and formally declared in the E. Jean Carroll defamation trial. It's certified, you see, though the trial itself was a joke of performative pretense. All you really need is a cast of characters, including the judge, Lewis Kaplan, who are sufficiently deranged and degenerate to carry out the performance.