“Let’s go Brandon”
This is a dimwitted phrase used by right-wing true believers to say, in a quiet conspiratorial way, “Fuck Joe Biden”—the 46th president of the United States who honestly and handily defeated the 45th President of the United States in what the “defeated” president’s own cyber-security officials said was the “most secure election in history.”
The “let’s go Brandon” folks do not believe these security officials.
They choose to believe the Boogaloo guy who was told by the Proud Boys at a QAnon meeting in Randy Weaver’s old shack in the Idaho hills just short of Golden Spuds Ride that the election was “stolen.”
The Proud Boys it seems got their election fraud information from Eric Rudolph, the abortion clinic bomber, who received his information from a vision in his supermax prison cell in Colorado from David Koresh.
The Waco religious cult leader assured Rudolph that he got the election fraud information directly from the burnt lips of Jim “Kool-Aid” Jones during a break from the heat in Hell’s Kitchen” where they are eternally and gainfully employed by Lucifer, Inc.
This hell delivered information was good enough for Rudy “Tooty” Giuliani and Steve “The Bath Hater” Bannon to create a “War Room” needed to spread the “Big Lie” fake news story across the political hinterland.
And as the flames of the Big Lie spread across this right-wing political landscape (which incidentally put the Big Foot and Ancient Aliens stories on the conspiracy back-burners), the “let’s go Brandon” vulgarity was born from the ashes of the “Big Lie” fires.
Vulgarity of any kind does serious damage to social etiquette. It demeans the value of human language.
And that’s why, I believe, the “let’s go Brandon” crowd try to disguise their “fuck Joe Biden” sentiments. The phrase gives them a cultural secret that provides them with a shared sense Archie Bunker comic relie.
The disguise is strange since vulgarity is such a prominent fixture in their social life–a crude kind of vulgarity they regularly hear when they go to the Shit-Kicking Bar on Mulberry and Wild Boar Street where they hear Johnny Russell singing “red neck, white socks and blue ribbon beer” on an antique Wurlitzer over the vulgar shouts of two buddies arguing about who fucked Tammany Fay first at the Poke-A-Lotta-Twatta” RV park..
“Fuck you, bitch,” the taller buddy screams. “You can’t even fuck your hand right.”
“And fuck you, you fucking motherfucker asshole,” shouts the smaller, stockier buddy as he tries to roll up the sleeves on a shirt that has no sleeves, “just ask your sister what I’m all about.”
Now, just for one fleeting moment, compare the “let’s go Brandon” political vulgarity to the everyday vulgarity spoken by the right-wing “let’s go Brandon” crowd at all the Shit-Kicking Bars across America.