HELL’S BELLE SMELLS: Hillary For Apocalypse 2024?
HELL’S BELLE SMELLS: Hillary For Apocalypse 2024?
Does America's Quintessential Crazy Liberal White Woman Still Covet The Top 'Role'?
TOM SIEBERT
“A witch is born out of the true hungers of her time. Thus, I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the East River on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn about on my own parentage. I am a serum born of venoms. I am the antibody of all Time.” — Ray Bradbury, “Long After Midnight”
“The most entertaining outcome (as if we were in a movie) is the most likely.” - Elon Musk
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She’s baaaaaaaaack? Or maybe she never really left? Either way, her second coming sucks.
I’ve been percolating around this Substack for at least a year, reluctant to articulate the horror herein for fear of manifesting its rancid reality. But the events of the past couple days have got me thinking that we’re nearing the point where it’s better to at least try and head off what’s starting to look like a Hillary Redux acid reflux thing, halt it if possible, than to lament/point-and-mock when it happens, if it happens, in Chicago during the third week of August.
Monday the 19th of August through Thursday the 22nd are the dates of the Democratic Party Convention in the increasingly unstable and violent Windy City, which last held a political party’s presidential convention in 1968 when all hell broke loose for the Democrats and protesters were rioting in the streets.
This August we might see something similar on the riots/violence front if/when the party’s cabal of controllers and their puppet Superdelegates dismiss the demoralizing diaper-destroying Pedo Joe and replace him with whoever they need to be able to convincingly steal another election in November. Incompetent death-monger Biden is no longer a credible thief (not that he ever was), despite the alarming number of treasonous and/or willfully ignorant dummies in our country, though perhaps we’ve reached an insurmountable amount.
If not Biden — and it won’t be Biden, I’m just as sure about that as I was a month ago that Kate Middleton is dead ;-) —
— there’s increasing chatter that replacing the peripatetic prez atop the Dem ticket won’t be Veep Kneepads, won’t be gaping Gov. Gavin Newsom, won’t be Big Michelle Obama. No, we’ve begun to see alarming inklings that the Democrats are going to retreat and rerun the high priestess of the commie coven, the craziest bitch among the looniest witches, China’s favorite computer clown, the architect of Middle East failures and chaotic North Africa coups, with the impressive list of dead enemies, Hillary Rodham Clinton.
Could that be true? In the past week, we’ve seen the female former Senator from New York, who only got elected cuz JFKjr died mysteriously in that Martha’s Vineyard plane crash, make her first Democratic intra-party endorsement in more than a decade. Then crazy liberal white woman columnist Kathleen Parker in the disgraced and dying Washington Post floated the idea of Joe Biden dumping uncool cacklin’ Kamala as Veep for Hillary. For her part, a Hillary surrogate anonymously told The New York Times that Ms. Clinton believes the current Vice Prez “lacks political instincts.” Rule of Three!
So maybe she’ll end up in the V.P. slot for an End Times riff off Lady Macbeth as she stirs the cauldron for Biden’s demise, but I’ve been hearing differently. Hard to grok, but there’s a fairly well-connected person in D.C. who’s been telling me for more than a year that Biden was going to drop out or die and Hillary would end up getting to run without having to go through the primary process.
This person is a professional then personal acquaintance, a strategist of sorts connected with a moderate-ish Congresscritter’s office in D.C. I don’t always agree with this person, but they make it easy to stay civil because they’re polite and buttoned-up and smart. They put up with me cuz I sometimes have creative ideas that benefit them. They’ve been saying for quite some time and without waiver or clarification that Hillary is going to swoop in at the last moment and be given the Democratic Party nomination. They might be wrong.
When you think about it, however, this is insane yet perfect. In fact, its insanity is wrapped up in its perfection. Hillary Clinton is the lesbian witches’ choice candidate, the crazy liberal white woman par excellence, the burn-it-all-down-to-rule-over-ashes hissable Sith bitch, the American Age of Apocalypse’s final boss, a cackle too far, burning, burning, burn-witch-burn, except this time, this time, she’s taking us all down with her. “Because it’s her turn!”
Remember the Democratic Superdelegates (Republicans don’t have Superdelegates). Superdelegates were created by the Democrats in the 1980s, after Ted Kennedy nearly won the nomination from then-President Jimmy Carter in 1980. That was hugely embarrassing for the Democratic Party Machine, and they were determined to make sure that it never happened again, that no candidate not in the pocket of the Machine would be able to win the nomination. Superdelegates are why RFKjr ended up running as an independent.
In short, the Democratic Superdelegates are tethered to no candidate nor State primary result and can do what they want. They can throw their votes wherever, whoever, however they wish. Since the creation of the Superdelegates, the person who gets the Democratic Party Presidential nomination is who the Superdelegates want. And while we might not be entirely sure who the Superdelegates want (even though they backstabbed Bernie for Hillary in 2016), everybody in the Democratic Party including the Superdelegates knows Pedo Joe is not up for another even semi-credible theft of the election and must be replaced.
Who will it be? Who could it be? There were at first hopes and probably plans for cacklin’ Kamala, but Veep Kneepads has been a punch line of malapropisms, incompetence and inappropriate laughs since day one. I used to think she was just stupid, but after the past couple years I legit think she’s mentally retarded.
Gaping Gavin Newsom was then obviously floated — remember that weird Deep State wish dream wannabe-but-not-really-presidential nominees debate between Newsom and Ron Desantis? — as a desirable replacement, but his gross mismanagement of California and creepy serial killer vibes turned off the majority of Americans; among voters who know who he is, Newsom is liked less than Xiden.
Big Michelle Obama was likewise an early-floated replacement, that was who I thought would get it, but she’s mostly a laughingstock now, as her pet cause of Drag Queen Story Hour — mainstreamed thanks to her outspoken support — and other strange transgender priorities dovetail uncomfortably and meme-tastically with the worst and most unfair gossip spread about the former Furst Lady. The controlled corrupt collectivist corporate criminal clown media has wafted stories that Big Michelle’s not up for it, she doesn’t want to experience the ugliness of a presidential campaign, she’s been offered the role (how interesting to see corporate media refer to the presidency as “a role”) and demurred.
But Hillary…Hillary…she’s a known commodity. She’s got a rabid fan base who would (free)bleed and scream for her unto meme-legend, and she pitch-perfect fits the delusional power structure’s most desired “modern audience” demographic: the AWFUL (Affluent White Female Urban Liberal).
The AWFUL is, well, awful. Its broken-clawed bloody fingerprints can be found on all things dead or dying in America 2024. The AWFUL destroyed Hollywood. The AWFUL destroyed publishing. The AWFUL destroyed marketing. The AWFUL destroyed women’s sports. The AWFUL destroyed government. The AWFUL destroyed the news biz. The AWFUL destroys childhoods. The AWFUL destroys families. The AWFUL destroyed corporate America. I know first-hand; personally, I’ve worked among several covens-worth of AWFULs in corporate media and advertising and witnessed them destroy iconic advertising agencies with their delusional priorities, and splinter the camaraderie and unity at private companies and non-profits alike. Their acronym comes naturally to them.
But in this case, the AWFUL is Hillary Clinton’s greatest political asset. The AWFUL is the only formidable demographic solidly in the Democratic Party’s clutches right now, because it’s the demo most full of crazies, and the Democratic Party is likewise ruled by crazies — the nuts and sluts who insist a woman can have a penis; that illegal immigrants “are more American than Americans”; that snuffing a newborn after birth is a cool way to have an abortion (and then gloat about it on social media) and the pinnacle of feminist “freedom”; that a nearly naked dude thrusting his leather-clad crotch in the face of children is good clean fun. Life in hell, basically, because “misery loves company.”
The other thing that Hillary’s got going for her is that she’s a witch. There really isn’t any question about this, she was literally feted by “The Wing,” an all-women’s co-working and professional networking organization-cum-coven, complete with spell books and “Wing Coven Member” sweatshirts. Their own Instagram page used to proudly declare “The Wing is not a Sorority. We’re a coven.” When Hillary Clinton spoke to The Wing, she was welcomed by its co-founder as “the newest member of our coven,” to which Clinton responded “That’s pretty great!”
It’s also indisputable that Hillary Clinton uses occult forces to channel the dead. Even the dopes at Snopes admit that she was “communing” with the late First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt (another closeted lesbian), among others. This fact was originally revealed in Bob Woodward’s book about the 1996 election The Choice. Woodward’s book also revealed that Clinton refuses to talk about Jesus Christ or say his name or even the words “Christian” or “Christianity” (Obama too: Remember “Easter Worshippers”?).
In former Clinton insider and “fixer” Larry Nichols’ book Damage Control: How to Get Caught With Your Pants Down and Still Get Elected President, Nichols claims that when Clinton was Furst Lady, she used to fly out to California once a month to take part in occult rituals as part of a witch’s coven. Nichols claims both Clintons are dark occultists, and that Bill was an annual attendee of Bohemian Grove; it was part of Nichols’s remit to keep that out of the media.
Personally, I lived in D.C. during the early years of the Clintons’ reign, and knew two people who who met briefly with Hillary Clinton at the White House during that time. Both people, who as far as I know do not know each other (one’s a writer I met through church; the other a political flunky I knew as a journalist) told me she smelled like sulfur. One said she smelled like a sickening mix of rotting fish and sulfur. Either way, she smelled, ahem, awful.
Awful, all of it. Awful. AWFUL. But America is pretty awful right now, maybe the most awful it’s ever been, so perhaps getting the personification of awful in the queen of all AWFULs is exactly what the merciless Zeitgeist calls for as the American Apocalypse gains evermore speed and we get perilously close to plunging off the hubristic Cliffs of Insanity, from which there is no return.
Not only that, a Hillary-Trump rematch is, in the words of troublesome anagram Elon Musk/Lone Skum, “the most entertaining outcome.” Far more entertaining than incontinent, incompetent, inarticulate, inappropriate Pedo Joe.
I mean…After shitting himself on the global stage and getting outed as an incestuous child molester by his daughter’s horrific and now-validated diary, the only thing Xiden can do to maximize his humiliation ritual entertainment value is to stroke out on stage, or maybe just flat out bite the big one and expire in front of an audience of 150 million, as his Adderall and cocaine injection kicks into hyper-speed overdrive and what’s left of his brain finally hits critical mass. Say good-night, Joe. “Good night, Joe.”
And “Good night, America.” Because no matter what happens, the country you knew no longer exists. No matter how we come out on the other side of this pitch black comedy horror show, even if we save the nation from the AWFULs and their puppetmaster demons and cultists and sex criminals and asshole acolytes, whatever, wherever we end up, it’s the end of the world as we’ve known it. In whose image would you prefer it be remade?
Source: A Wrinkle In Tom
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