There is one basic difference between former Presidential Advisor and Current Grand Poobah at Steven K. Bannon and a filthy street preacher, standing on the corner, wearing a sandwich board scribbled in green crayon.

The stinky street preacher, who you can smell two blocks away if the wind is blowing in the proper direction, at least gets noticed.

We don’t know how far away one has to be from Steve Bannon before one can smell him. He certainly is not having any perceptible influence on the political milieu. Despite his strutting, bombastic, boasting and bloviating, voters turned out in legions to reject and repudiate the Trump Agenda — the “holy writ” for which Bannon evangelizes as a self-styled modern-day John the Baptist.

“Mitch McConnell should resign,” Bannon booms. Yet, McConnell amazingly remains in office.

“Ed Gillespie has finally embraced Trump,” Bannon bleats. “He’s Trump’s guy!”

That changed several days later after Gillespie’s humiliating nine-point defeat in the Virginia gubernatorial contest. Now, Bannon proclaims Gillespie is a “swamp creature” of the sort Trump was sent to the White House to eliminate. “He never embraced Trump,” Bannon bellows. “He was never Trump’s guy.”

(Note: a sign of mental illness is forgetting what you stated as fact mere days earlier only to proclaim a diametrically opposed viewpoint today.)

In a prescient piece published in today’s Daily Beast, Matt Lewis drives the wooden stake into the hollow chest that would otherwise host Bannon’s heart.

This gives us a clue as to how Bannon operates. He swoops in and stakes his claim. If his candidate wins, he claims credit. If his candidate loses, it’s because they never really had enough revolutionary fervor. They are then airbrushed out of the pictures. Only successes end up on the resume.

Recently, Bannon latched onto Roy Moore after it was pretty clear he would defeat Luther Strange in Alabama’s Senate primary. This gave the impression that he was some sort of kingmaker. Bannon probably also helped scare Senators Bob Corker and Jeff Flake into an early retirement. But while he might be good at spotting, co-opting, and even enflaming these pre-existing conditions and populist uprisings, he is not leading them.  

The truth is, he doesn’t even have to. In the past, Breitbart and Bannon have backed numerous losing causes and candidates. He knows that batting .300 gets you into Cooperstown. Now, he’s working to primary every incumbent Republican senator.

Like the smelly street preacher with the scribbled cardboard sign, Bannon is on what he believes to be a holy mission. Where the street preacher may honestly believe that Jesus will return to Earth on a space ship, Bannon seems to seriously believe the hardcore band of racists who support him will be enough to ensure the Sacred Writ of Trump will be adopted by the masses.

Our money is on Jesus in the space ship.

By The Portly Pundit

After four months in the belly of the right wing media beast, and after a full four days of hot showering, everyone's favorite Portly Pundit is once again weaving tales of progressive pulchritude on Breitbart Unmasked.

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