Five years later, this odious person is still creeping around the halls of government, still trying to arm Iran with nuclear weapons and use Climbit Chainge to force the rest of us back into the 12th century. Obviously there should only be air conditioning for the ruling class!
How do we wind up being ruled by shysters like this? Our sins must be heaped up as high as Everest, for us to deserve the government we have. Ask them what they really want, and I wonder–oh, how I wonder!–what you’d get once you cleared out all the poop about “justice” and “equity” and Saving The Planet.
But it may be something no one dares to look upon.
When he’s not running around trying to arm Iran with nuclear weapons, or confiscate people’s air conditioners to stop Climbit Change, former presidential candidate John “Doofus” Kerry is hallucinating about things he thinks are in the Bible.
Please understand this. If you get rid of all the little governments that we know as “countries,” and replace them with one big huge government that will govern the entire world… the results will be horrific. Unimagineably bad.
But then, of course, it’ll be too late to do anything about it.
Anyone who wants to give that kind of power to the likes of John Kerry has got more than a few bats in his belfry.
See, it’s the Great Reset, which our Free & Independent Bull-Schiff Nooze Media pooh-poohs as a conspiracy theory, there’s no such thing–even though the loathsome John Kerry gave a speech about it at the forum.
Anyway, us working-class deplorables ought to be eating insects and weeds “to accommodate for global population growth” (they’re not aborting babies fast enough). It’s part of their mission for “leaders of society–” self-anointed, of course–“to shape global, regional, and industry agendas.”
And who elected them to “shape” anything? Probably some of those 80 zillion Biden voters.
And now they’ve got their buddy in the White House. Ol’ “Always for Sale” Biden. At least they think they do.
They must expect the Chinese Wuhan Communist Death Virus to close up shop pretty soon, ’cause it sounds like they’re getting us ready for another round of OMGwe’reallgonnadiefromClimbitChange blah-blah…
First I’ve got to see John Kerry or Theresa May chow down on a nice bowlful of squirming mealworms. See, I know they want us eating bugs just so they can laugh at us. Grubs and crickets and flies–that’s not for them! That’s for us. To help keep us in line. Who’s going to listen to a protest by someone who eats cucarachas?
You guys don’t know it, do you?–globalism’s dead. Your buddies the Chicoms killed it. All the tomato worm sandwiches in the world won’t bring it back. You global elites are mighty slow on the uptake!
So you can take your tent caterpillar flambe and stuff it.
When I wrote this, I was still coming to grips with the idea that it’s The Narrative that matters in Journalism, not the facts. As you will see from the following examples, I came very close to mastering The New Journalism.
Before you know it we’ll be voting for a president again; and once again our country will play footsie with disaster. It won’t be John Kerry again, but there is no normal person who would ever be the Democrat candidate. And you can count on hearing a lot of Save The Planet talk.
What this fool was saying in 2016 will be exactly what the next fool says in 2020. The Climate Change boogieman is supposed to scare you into giving up all your freedom and prosperity. Don’t worry! The Democrat Party will give it all back to you once the crisis has passed.
Remember when John Kerry, running for president, tried to pass himself off as human by donning an Elmer Fudd suit and asking a store clerk, “Where kin I git me a huntin’ license?”
Well, here’s yet another Massachusetts senator thinking she can win the White House by talking down to normal people and pretending to be one of them: Elizabeth Warren, punctuating her New Year’s Eve announcement of her intended presidential candidacy with the immortal words, “I’m going to get me a beer.” And drinking it straight out of the bottle.
She also seems pleasantly surprised to find her husband under the same roof that night. Well, if I were married to Elizabeth Warren, she’d be surprised to find me there. Are they still taking sign-ups for the Foreign Legion?
Some people, when they catch Potomac Fever, lose all sense of who they are. They behave very oddly. And they’re absolutely sure their little act will fool you. “Golly, Billy Bob! Didju see that? She’s drinkin’ a beer! Why, she’s jist like us’uns!” Oh, please.
This is the bozo who for years passed herself off as a Native American, only to be unmasked by a DNA test that showed she was even less a Native American than Angela Merkel.
Remember those bad old days, when Democrats were running the country–right into the ground? Don’t let those days come again! If they ever get back into power, we’ll never get rid of them: can’t fumigate the whole country.
There were a lot of comments following this post, mostly from people associated with assorted businesses. There was something odd about that, but I can’t put my finger on it. I never heard from any of these folks again. And yet they all seemed quite happy with this blog. Go figure.