When young radical Progressives chose to gather under the Big-top with Socialist Bernie Sanders in 2016, they proudly popularized the slogan "Feel the Bern." Three years later, and with a new infusion of bad blood, many of those same Bernie groupies have been recruited by a band of younger "Socialist" hucksters
who unlike Bernie, promising them free drinks on the house, convince these wide eyed children, everything is theirs, free for the taking.
For those of us watching from the wings, the performance has been a sight to behold; never in our wildest dreams could we have imagined, the Democrats pathetic condescending mantra of inclusion and diversity, would be the very weapon leading to their own demise.
And, thanks to Liberal lab experiments, manifesting into far-left creations such as the Barry Soetoro abnormality, approximately ten years later we have a country consisting of a large portion of grotesque genetic mutations. America hating she-devils, dead set on tearing the fabric of this Nation into pieces, and replacing it with something they have no understanding of how their untamed demon will be controlled.
Regardless of how much the crooked, big six media moguls try to cover up the insanity of their messed up take over of this nation, plummeting the American people with a constant barrage of lies and propaganda,
little did they realize their nemesis and conquering hero of Deplorables would come from the most unlikely ranks of non-bureaucratic spoilers.
Many observers believe, the 'feel the Bern' excitement witnessed just a few short years ago, has burned itself out, with the rise of flaming idealists elbowing their way forward to stomp out whatever embers might remain of the once Elmer Gantry style ranting of the self-pronounced Socialist, Bernie Sanders.
So walking away from this smouldering pile of circus debris, with the sound of carnival calliope music playing in the distant crevices of an easily forgotten time, gives many of us the satisfaction of taking a quick glance over our shoulders and loudly yelling "FEEL THE SPURN."
Meanwhile, Sanders evangelism approach to delivering his word to newly found followers, has been replaced by a Keystone Cop jihad, consisting of greenhorn jackals, plucked from the oddest of places. Their maniacal rantings and sacrilege against everything considered sacred, and a latitude of disrespect never imagined by citizens of a country who felt wholly comfortable enjoying the fruits of their ancestors sacrifices.
This cobbled-together quartet of discontents, conjured up by an equally bush-leagued mentality reflects nothing more than a stressed group of Socialist-Political prime movers who are not quite ready for making game plans with the big league, cigar-smoking back room boys of the Democrats monolith, reminiscent of the good old days of cat and mouse politics. All four of these hand picked messengers appear to be playing for different teams, each pontificating the merits of their individually selected delusion du jour.
And while all this in-house fighting is happening on all fronts of a once united aggregate of inseparableness, no one seems to be in charge of the entire embarrassing botched sideshow.
The Democrat's blood bank is drying up, and when the time arrives for them to choose between giving an emergency transfusion to bleeding injured newcomers, instead they decide to inject the last remaining precious pints of the life-giving elixir into the veins of washed-up old cronies who cling to power like Nazi war Admirals, vowing to go down with the ship.
In the end, very few real Americans will miss this entire cast of erratic oddballs, and perhaps someday historians will correct their past errors of labeling this political charade as the party of the 'working man.' When the old guard of the Democratic Party made an apparent knee-jerk decision to share the reigns of power with these new kids on the block rookies, someone should have warned them to adjust their strong position of aborting million of prospective new Democrat inductees.
In fact, when P. T. Barnum gave birth to his famous phrase "There's a sucker born every minute," perhaps the Democrat Cult should have taken a closer look at their insatiable desire to snuff out the lives of millions of future new recruits. That careless decision, sadly has wiped out a sizeable portion of potentially brilliant new Americans, and also through shrinking numbers, with hope, the end to this Progressive Democrat's reign of terror on this Nation.
who unlike Bernie, promising them free drinks on the house, convince these wide eyed children, everything is theirs, free for the taking.
For those of us watching from the wings, the performance has been a sight to behold; never in our wildest dreams could we have imagined, the Democrats pathetic condescending mantra of inclusion and diversity, would be the very weapon leading to their own demise.
And, thanks to Liberal lab experiments, manifesting into far-left creations such as the Barry Soetoro abnormality, approximately ten years later we have a country consisting of a large portion of grotesque genetic mutations. America hating she-devils, dead set on tearing the fabric of this Nation into pieces, and replacing it with something they have no understanding of how their untamed demon will be controlled.
Regardless of how much the crooked, big six media moguls try to cover up the insanity of their messed up take over of this nation, plummeting the American people with a constant barrage of lies and propaganda,
little did they realize their nemesis and conquering hero of Deplorables would come from the most unlikely ranks of non-bureaucratic spoilers.
Many observers believe, the 'feel the Bern' excitement witnessed just a few short years ago, has burned itself out, with the rise of flaming idealists elbowing their way forward to stomp out whatever embers might remain of the once Elmer Gantry style ranting of the self-pronounced Socialist, Bernie Sanders.
So walking away from this smouldering pile of circus debris, with the sound of carnival calliope music playing in the distant crevices of an easily forgotten time, gives many of us the satisfaction of taking a quick glance over our shoulders and loudly yelling "FEEL THE SPURN."
Meanwhile, Sanders evangelism approach to delivering his word to newly found followers, has been replaced by a Keystone Cop jihad, consisting of greenhorn jackals, plucked from the oddest of places. Their maniacal rantings and sacrilege against everything considered sacred, and a latitude of disrespect never imagined by citizens of a country who felt wholly comfortable enjoying the fruits of their ancestors sacrifices.
This cobbled-together quartet of discontents, conjured up by an equally bush-leagued mentality reflects nothing more than a stressed group of Socialist-Political prime movers who are not quite ready for making game plans with the big league, cigar-smoking back room boys of the Democrats monolith, reminiscent of the good old days of cat and mouse politics. All four of these hand picked messengers appear to be playing for different teams, each pontificating the merits of their individually selected delusion du jour.
And while all this in-house fighting is happening on all fronts of a once united aggregate of inseparableness, no one seems to be in charge of the entire embarrassing botched sideshow.
The Democrat's blood bank is drying up, and when the time arrives for them to choose between giving an emergency transfusion to bleeding injured newcomers, instead they decide to inject the last remaining precious pints of the life-giving elixir into the veins of washed-up old cronies who cling to power like Nazi war Admirals, vowing to go down with the ship.
In the end, very few real Americans will miss this entire cast of erratic oddballs, and perhaps someday historians will correct their past errors of labeling this political charade as the party of the 'working man.' When the old guard of the Democratic Party made an apparent knee-jerk decision to share the reigns of power with these new kids on the block rookies, someone should have warned them to adjust their strong position of aborting million of prospective new Democrat inductees.
In fact, when P. T. Barnum gave birth to his famous phrase "There's a sucker born every minute," perhaps the Democrat Cult should have taken a closer look at their insatiable desire to snuff out the lives of millions of future new recruits. That careless decision, sadly has wiped out a sizeable portion of potentially brilliant new Americans, and also through shrinking numbers, with hope, the end to this Progressive Democrat's reign of terror on this Nation.
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