By Colby Malsbury
Remember the entire GameStop imbroglio way back in that mystic age of January of this year? (In Scarybug World, one day seems to last a wormhole-ful of eternities.) I can think of worse ways to usher in a new year, myself. It gave the Elect a much-needed morale boost to see the short-selling mountebanks of Wall Street get their shirt handed to them over an obsolete video game-exchange franchise that, inexplicably, is still listed on the NYSE. Sure, it turned out to be little more than a temporary middle finger directed the Jewish financial cartel’s way, was quickly suppressed by said cartel’s very own Securities Exchange Commission, and will likely be actively usurped by said cartel in future broker plays of its own, but even a temporary discomfiture among our worst enemies is a rare gem indeed these days.