Our Hawk Tuah Presidential Race
Our Hawk Tuah Presidential Race
Getting weirder and weirder
Too many Americans have become accustomed to voting for the “lesser of two evils.” Few seem to question just why we only have candidates of varying degrees of evil to choose from. Surely, with over 350 million citizens in America 2.0, we ought to be able to come up with a presidential candidate, once in a while, that isn’t evil.
Those of us who were awake in the 1990s thought that Bill Clinton would be hard to beat, in terms of evilness. I mean, the Body Count alone really puts him on an impressive level. Explaining that, “it depends on what the meaning of the word is is” branded him as something special. Being accused of actual rape was also a plus in his favor. Although rape isn’t a rare allegation among our lesser and greater evil presidents. Ronald Reagan was accused of rape while he was in Hollywood, before he became a crisis actor politician. Both George W. Bush and Joe Biden were accused of rape, so it’s not that exclusive of a club. Dubya’s alleged rape victim died suspiciously. Biden’s fled to Russia. That’s fitting since Vladimir Putin hates “democracy.”
The 2024 presidential campaign has been the most unique since 1968. That year, LBJ unexpectedly bowed out after underperforming in the New Hampshire Primary, and both Martin Luther King and Democratic presidential front runner Robert F. Kennedy were assassinated. After a contentious convention in Chicago, the party elders selected harmless establishment stooge Hubert Humphrey as the nominee. 2024 has featured an assassination attempt on Republican nominee Donald Trump, and a sudden withdrawal from the race by incumbent President Joe Biden. Kamala Harris, like Hubert Humphrey, didn’t compete in the primaries. She won no delegates from voters. But, as Humphrey was, she’s simply being anointed as the candidate by the corrupt party hierarchy. It’s a “democracy” thing, you wouldn’t understand. Harris is far more suitable to be a contestant on Are you Smarter than a 5th Grader?
Until 1960, presidential nominations were decided in those stereotypical smoke-filled rooms. John F. Kennedy became the first candidate in either major party to use the primaries to win the necessary delegates. He circumvented the party elders, like Harry Truman and Eleanor Roosevelt, who despised his father. From that point on, every Democratic and Republican presidential nominee went through the primary process for delegates. Now, over sixty years later, Kamala Harris becomes the first new age smoke-filled room choice. Well, now that smoking has been demonized outside of trailer parks and Hollywood, it would have been a smoke-free room that chose her. Certainly no cigars there, but probably a well coiffed nonbinary or transgender front and center. It’s as “democratic” as Zelinskyy’s one-party Ukraine.
Harris’s rise to prominence has been unlike that of most other politicians. No Ivy League degree for her; she went to historically Black Howard University. Now that’s keeping it real. As a fetching multi-racial lass of twenty nine, she began an affair with decrepit, corrupt sixty year old Willie Brown, the mayor of San Francisco. Brown was accustomed to the company of much younger women, having a pregnant wife at the time. The only way we even know about this is because Willie, like Washington, D.C. mayor Marion Barry, had a cheeky streak of frankness in him, and blurted it out publicly. Harris was also one of talk show host Montel Williams’ groupies for a while. Evidently, having these indiscretions on your resume qualifies you for San Francisco district attorney. As D.A., Harris started a program to benefit illegal alien prisoners exclusively. She also said that it didn’t matter if a second gunman had shot RFK.
Privately, Harris is well known for her incorrigible behavior. She rarely has any staff who stay with her, because of the way she treats them. That’s a far cry from her perpetually cackling public persona. Not to mention the really cool chick she is portrayed as by the fawning state controlled media. It is debatable whether her fake ghetto accent is more insulting and condescending than Hillary Clinton’s was, but it is excruciating to listen to. Does that really impress anyone? If so, I wouldn’t want to meet them. Kamala’s older sister Maya is closely connected to both Hillary Clinton’s oddball campaign manager John Podesta and James Alefantis, owner of Comet Ping Pong, which was at the heart of the now verboten Pizzagate scandal. Look at the Instagram photos. Read the Podesta emails published by Wikileaks. You decide.
Kamala and her scintillating running mate, Minnesota Governor Tim Walz, are offering the people a curious promise of even more corruption. Walz blatantly said the First Amendment “goes too far,” just like that King George wannabe in England. You know Kamala doesn’t believe in free speech. Walz said this in public. Censorship is as cool as the latest Black celebrity now. A recently published poll disclosed what I have long suspected; some fifty three percent of Americans agree with Walz. They think the First Amendment “goes too far,” too. So again, we’re outnumbered on the foundational issue in any free country. If you can be punished for what you say, then you don’t have freedom. England, bringing visions of the original Tea Party to mind, is threatening to extradite Elon Musk for permitting discussion of their tyranny on the Platform Formerly Known as Twitter. Millions of Americans would cheer that.
Speaking of Tim Walz, let’s look at this bizarre photo above. He is surrounded by little White girls. A few Black adults in the background, but still a shocking lack of “diversity” for America 2.0. Can we identify that bizarre expression on Walz’s face? Is it orgasmic? Maniacal? Psychotic? It’s certainly frighteningly passionate. And what’s with the green sweater on the perhaps adult, maybe older girl whose arm Walz is hugging? How could some of her sweater appear all the way to the right of the photo, where a Black hand is coming out of the sleeve? What is she- Elastic Lass? This can’t possibly be the woman/girl who is embracing Walz on the left side of the photo. And Elastic Lass has her impossibly long arm around a little girl who has an unusually ecstatic grin on her face herself. I hope they paid these kids well.
Walz has a background to match Countess Cackula. In a story that has been predictably labeled false by the Deep State fact checkers, Walz reportedly was rushed to West Point General Hospital in 1995 after ingesting an overdose of….horse semen. Referring to Walz’s scandalous lies about his war record, Donald Trump, Jr. tweeted, “Listen, stolen valor is about as bad as it gets. But what is this I’m hearing about a horse?!” Meanwhile, some anonymous “liberal” prankster made up a tale about Trump’s VP pick J.D. Vance humping sofa cushions. And the Democrats are running with that. An undeterred Walz, who is accused of having his stomach pumped because it was full of horse semen, joked at a rally that “And I got to tell you, I can’t wait to debate the guy. That is if he’s willing to get off the couch and show up.”
I don’t know, but on the perversion meter, I would say that winding up with horse semen in your stomach is far more perverted than humping sofa cushions. Even though there’s no evidence that it happened, what would be the big deal? No other living creatures were involved. Were any sofa cushions harmed? Is there a Furniture Protection League that could be offended? Horse semen, on the other hand, is far more problematic. I mean, the only way to get horse semen is from a horse’s penis. So this would indicate that Walz was in some kind of contact with a horse’s penis. What innocent explanation could exist for that? Some have suggested that he drank it as a college prank. Except this happened when he was thirty one. And still someone had to get that semen from a horse. Was it an extremely perverted friend? Is it unreasonable to ask if the Democratic Party VP candidate had oral or anal sex with a horse?
There is no doubt that Walz was arrested for DUI in 1995, which seems to have been a highlight year for the future political superstar. Walz was clocked going 96 in a 55 mph zone. Naturally, he was permitted to plea down to reckless driving, paying only a $200 fine. I’m certain Mothers Against Drunk Driving was anything but MADD about that. Walz told voters that he not been drunk, and the arrest and accompanying booking photo had all been a misunderstanding. He attributed it to confusion about his supposed deafness. He even had the nerve to say that the hearing loss was caused by his illustrious military service. Which, of course, he has now proven to have lied about. Walz “defended freedom” in the dangerous war zone of Italy while with the National Guard. Walz was shown to have a BAC above the legal limit. He blamed his high speed evasion of police on his thinking that “somebody was chasing him.”
Now, it’s not like we have much of a choice on the other side here. The attempted assassination of Donald Trump, which happened just about a month ago, has been all but forgotten by the media. You’d think that he would have gotten some mileage out of surviving that, especially with that Iwo Jima photo and everything, but instead they claim he’s plummeting in their laughable polls. Harris, on the other hand, is playing to huge crowds, drawn by her endless list of celebrity supporters. It’s obvious that the crowds are coming for the twerks and rapping, not Harris’s elementary level political dissertations. And many have suggested that her crowds are as fake as our news. AI and CGI are supposedly being employed to persuade the public that Harris is a real rock star. And we all know just how easy it is to persuade the American public.
Trump’s VP pick, J.D. Vance, has his own issues. He sounds great in interviews, all of which are conducted in confrontational, full witch hunt style by our highly paid “journalists.” But it really does look like he’s wearing eyeliner. Why would any politician who isn’t associated with the most demented elements of the “Woke” Left do that? And what was up with his trying to confront Hawk Tuah Harris at a Wisconsin airport? Sure, we can understand his frustration at the way this airhead avoids being questioned by even the state controlled media which adores her. But that was just ridiculous. He also charged that Harris hadn’t picked Josh Shapiro as her running mate because she was anti-Semitic. Sounds like typical leftist name-calling. And then there’s this photo, which Vance’s team has not repudiated.
So what is going on here? Is Vance another of the many “conservative” Republicans from the past- think Senator Larry Craig being caught playing footsie in a stall of an airport men’s room- whose rhetoric belies their own weakness? Doth he protest too much? And when taken together with the well known video of a younger Donald Trump cuddling up to Rudy Giuliani, while the former New York mayor was in full drag himself, it kind of makes it difficult for them to effectively counter the transgender lunacy. Given the mindset of an increasingly deranged millions of Americans, we could well be in the minority on the transgender issue as well. How can installing tampons in little boys’ school restrooms, as Tim Walz did, not negatively impact your campaign? That may be a plus in America 2.0.
Now every media outlet is pushing the mantra that Vance is “weird.” Not because of the eyeliner thing, or the name changing, or the former Never Trumperism. It’s because of the sex with a sofa. Which seems to be entirely the twisted fantasy of some unknown Democratic Party lackey. Think about what that says about America 2.0; it’s “weird” to dry hump a couch, but not to end up with horse semen in your stomach. Shouldn’t J.D. Vance’s drag photo win him new fans in the press, and in Hollywood? But there is no consistency on the Left. When Harris was accurately called a DEI hire, the state controlled media went nuts. Trump and the rest of the Stupid Party should have responded by saying, “Wait a minute, are you saying DEI is a bad thing? Shouldn’t you be celebrating this?” If you can’t mention DEI without being called “racist,” then why is every company advertising their dedication to it?
Meanwhile, by far the most qualified candidate, and the one who talks the most sense, Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., has become even more forgotten than Trump’s assassination attempt. Even with his confession of a worm in his brain, his ditzy celebrity wife, and his ever present handler Rabbi Shmuley, who ensures that Kennedy remains as eagerly supportive of Israel as all the other politicians, he still mentions some really important issues. Our horrific epidemic of chronic illnesses, and our woeful medical industrial complex. Vaccines and their link to autism. The COVID sham. The senseless, forever wars. And simply publicly saying that the government killed both JFK and RFK is pretty unprecedented by itself. But while he was once over 20 percent in all the polls, now we are supposed to believe he is down in Pat Buchanan territory. How did he lose all that support? Maybe he should hire some skilled twerkers.
So there you have it. You can pick the cackling Harris, who slept her way to the top, or Trumpenstein. You know what you’re getting with him. Blustering, juvenile bragging, feigned childish outrage over the size of Kamala’s crowds, charges of fake news, sporadic promises to do something good. And with Harris, you’re getting the full Orwellian program. We already have our toes dipped in the waters of Oceana. We already discard inconvenient information and people down the memory hole. We have all but obliterated the Bill of Rights, and a majority of Americans support it being obliterated. The Antisemitism Awareness Act has placed Israel’s imprimatur officially on Congress. We continue to funnel billions to Ukraine, to protect “democracy,” while we boast a controlled press, a presidential “front runner” who received no delegates from voters, and a fraudulent electoral process that you can’t question.
If you say that the fraudulent electoral process is fraudulent, our humble and lovable leaders will prosecute you. That precedent has been set by one of Trumpenstein’s countless lawfare escapades. And now, we might be subject to prosecution by Great Britain. You know, the country we broke away from in 1776. Some might even say “seceded” from. England is sending authorities to private homes, to question people about their social media posts. You know that millions of American sheeple would welcome that here. The post you are reading is illegal. The government has determined that it “threatens democracy.” It might “incite racial hatred.” I was inspired to see all those White British males in the streets, angry as hell and not willing to take it any more. But the response from the British government has been shockingly heavy handed. We’ll see what happens in Ireland.
I don’t ever picture angry White males taking to the streets of America 2.0. If it was going to happen, it would have happened fifty years ago. The draconian response to January 6, the dishonest labeling of it as an “insurrection,” has probably scared off any more such protests. Do you hear Donald Trump or J.D. Vance expressing support for the Whites in England, who are understandably outraged over the takeover of their country, which apparently includes Muslim raping sprees? Has any American politician condemned the British government’s tyrannical response, with their chilling message of “We’re Coming for You?” That could be the official campaign slogan of Harris/Walz: “We’re Coming for You!” After all, it’s not that much different than the “Uncle Sam Wants You!” mantra our WWI-era ancestors fell for.
As I’ve said, my inexplicable continued interest in politics (and sports) is very much like a heroin addiction. I know they never give us anyone good to choose from. And the people are cool with that; just hold your nose and vote for the lesser of two evils. Couldn’t they give us three, or even four, evils to choose from? I know they don’t count the votes honestly, if they count them at all. I know that the winners are selected, not elected. And yet I continue to follow it, just like I continue to play fantasy football, despite despising almost everyone associated with pro and college sports, and believing it’s all rigged. Maybe I’m not as smart as I think I am. But at least I don’t dress in drag. I’ve never once ingested horse semen. I never slept with Willie Brown, or danced with Rudy Giuliani. I won’t tell anyone to rock the vote. The battle we are fighting is not political. It’s spiritual. Choose your side wisely.
