Typically, one performs an autopsy after the subject is dead; when you do it while they’re still alive, it’s called a vivisection, and that’s what we’re going to do today with the Democrats’ soon-to-fail 2026 midterm campaign to turn America into a more gender-confused version of Cuba.

Fast-forward to Thanksgiving 2026; let’s look back on what’s going to happen, because you can see the outlines of the inevitable.

They’re hoping for a blue wave; they’re going to look back and realize that they blew it.

The Democrats just aren’t good at electoral autopsies.

They just released one about the 2024 fiasco to a great clamor of condemnation and indignation.

Parts of it weren’t politically correct and were therefore rejected, while other parts, like the part that the senility of their first presidential candidate played, were ignored.

An autopsy should be a rigorous and objective attempt to find out what went wrong, and it should tell some hard truths.

But the Democrats have a problem because what they embrace aren’t policies.

They’re not even ideologies.

They are religious beliefs.

They fill up the space where normal people keep their faith.

Democrat ideology is a substitute for religion, so the problem is that if you dare to critique any of its tenets, you’re not just wrong.

You’re a heretic.

You’re a bad person for thinking that some women do not have penises, and that America is not a roiling cesspool of racist hate.

So, you can’t discuss and debate it.

All you can do is accept it, which means you can never change it, no matter how much it hurts your cause.

The blue-haired weirdos, race hustlers, commies, and other degenerates that make up the bulk of the Democrat party don’t want to hear the truth.

They want to see you on your knees, chanting their sacred dogma without hesitation, equivocation, or dissent.

That’s why Democrat autopsies can’t work.

They can’t hear the hard truths because the truth is evil if it conflicts with what they want to believe.

They would much prefer to embrace a politically correct wrong than an electorally useful right.

Well, let’s try it anyway.

Historical trends say that they’re going to win the House of Representatives.

That’s what usually happens in midterms, and the Republicans are facing headwinds with the continuing war in Iran, economic discontent, and the fact that voters get tired after a few years and tend to look to the other party.

But the Democrats aren’t riding high like they were a couple of months ago.

Their redistricting gambit has turned to ashes in their soft, girlish hands.

The Virginia scam failed.

Some, but not all, of the southern states are redistricting after racist redistricting was banned – the Republicans have an Indiana goody-goody sissy problem that needs to be addressed in other Red States, but that’s a discussion for another time.

The bottom line is that the Republican bottom line for seats in the House of Representatives is pretty close to the majority now.

Sure, we can lose, and being Republicans, that’s the default mode, but some sort of sweep of 30 or 40 communist Democrats coming into office seems increasingly unlikely.

And a big part of that’s because of who they nominated.

If they had only picked normal people, they might’ve had that tsunami.

The pathology report for a real autopsy would no doubt mention the large number of active communists, femboys, and jihad freaks that these people are nominating.

And this is their best-case scenario.

They barely beat back the woman in Texas who was openly suggesting that we stick Jews into camps; yep, all socialists are the same, including national socialists.

And speaking of Graham Platner, here’s what the autopsy needs to ask just in time to spoil their tofu turkeys at Thanksgiving.

“How the hell did we get ourselves into the position where we nominated a guy with a Nazi tattoo on his chest, not to mention all the other weird stuff this guy had out there on the Interwebs?” Think about it.

You have Senator Susan Collins, the most moderate of Republicans, who knows Maine inside and out – everybody knows her personally – and who is the chair of the Appropriations Committee, which sends money to the Maple Syrup and Moose state, and who has a tradition of beating normal Democrats like a drum despite polls that never call the election right.

And the Democrats decided that the right guy to take her on was a guy with a Nazi tattoo.

A guy with a Nazi tattoo.

He had a freaking Nazi tattoo, people! Sure, the Red Brigades on X all had an excuse for it.

Oh, it was an accident, because lots of people accidentally get a Nazi tattoo.

You know, Scheiße happens.

Or he was so stupid he didn’t know it was a Nazi tattoo.....