Bob Woodward continues to cling to his relevance like an overripe fruit hanging from a tree, and it seems this latest chapter in his career is no different. After over fifty years in the game, Woodward is now pumping out books faster than Democrats can create scandals. His latest tome—an attempt to reignite a past bonfire of fictitious narratives—is set to hit the shelves soon. The question remains: can anyone really care about what this storyteller has to say anymore?
The concept of the “October Surprise” has been twisted so much over the years that it’s almost comical. Traditionally, it refers to one surprising revelation that can derail a campaign. Yet, with the absurdity of early voting, one might as well call it an “Early September Surprise.” What the Democrats are really counting on is a series of minor revelations—like nicks from a thousand tiny knives—to chip away at their opponents’ chances. Instead of one giant scandal, we now have a blizzard of petty attacks designed to distract and disarm.
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— JB (@JBRawhide) October 9, 2024
Attempting to sidestep electoral defeat, Democrats have poured their energy into judicial assaults on Donald Trump. Their initial strategy leaned heavily on questionable legal maneuvers, which, fortunately, have not panned out completely as they had hoped. With the gavel-wielding allies in their corner unable to sink the former President before he secured the nomination, they’ve pivoted towards their tried-and-true method of crafting a narrative fueled by under-the-table whispers and dubious sources.
And who better than Woodward to play the role of chief acolyte in this smear-manufacturing factory? His latest book, ominously titled “War,” aims to rekindle the now-tired notion that Trump and Putin share a buddy-buddy relationship. One can just imagine the security at Mar-a-Lago being a revolving door of aides trying to relay messages between the former president and the Russian leader, purely based on speculative accounts from unnamed insiders. The mainstream media’s insatiable craving for scandal has morphed Woodward from a once-respected journalist into a mere gossip column enthusiast.
It wouldn’t be shocking if the Democratic National Committee’s headquarters looked like a creepy altar dedicated to Trump, with sticks and pins sticking out of peculiar doll replicas. Woodward, with his latest literary effort, exemplifies the sad state of journalism today—his books might fly off the shelves for a weekend, but their face-value truth is usually about as deep as a puddle after a summer shower. Nevertheless, the major leftist media outlets will laud his work as if it were the Bible itself, desperate to cast Trump in a negative light so that the public will forget about their scandals.
In reality, with all the looming issues like the border crisis and the economic struggles plaguing everyday Americans, Woodward’s attempts to resurrect the long-dead Russia Collusion narrative are unlikely to capture anyone’s attention—except, perhaps, for the most zealous of leftist followers. The fact remains that these outdated stories can only stir so much interest. As this shockingly uninspired circus progresses, one has to wonder: are voters paying any attention, or are they too busy managing their own lives and livelihoods? With elections on the horizon, it seems the Democrats may want to reconsider their methods rather than continue fixating on the ghost of Trump.