One of the best, perhaps the only, ‘good’ reasons to be an American Democrat or a leftist in general [they share this trait the world ’round] is the open-source license to pontificate at length with the authority (and intellectual agility) of the hand dryer in the genderless bathroom. Never knowing that somewhere up the ideological food chain, there are a handful of people pimping you like a cheap whore who know the truth but work diligently to ensure you repeat their lies.
And they don’t all work in media.
Everyone else is a pack mule for the donkey party, spreading poison policies like syphilis during shore leave. (be careful, “sailor,” a few of those “women” have a large penis than you do).
Most of the time, the crazy psychos are sequestered on social media plantations like TikTok, recycling each other’s crazy until the lies are part of a paradigm from which there appears no escape. A dilemma not limited to TikTok. And some of them are reporters.
The media has it, too, and you’d be hard-pressed to find a progressive scribbler who isn’t as gullible as the already sexually undesirable non-binary shaved-head, purple-haired, overweight woman standing with planned parenthood. [Much like your sexuality, you’d have to imagine yourself being pregnant to imagine that abortion to which you have a right. Oh, and by the way, Donald Trump is not going to ban abortion] These journalists are quite ignorant, with the added feature of not knowing they aren’t all that and a bag of chips.
This brings us to the UK Guardian and someone named Emma Brockes. Emma is high on her own supply. The headline “Trump’s win is so much worse this time. Americans knew what they were voting for” reeks of fetid untruths and campaign rhetoric from people who can’t stop hating on once revered constituencies for refusing to anoint their latest puppet.
Did you know that according to experts, black and Hispanic men are racists? I can’t say you weren’t warned, though how this helps them in 2026 or 2028 remains a mystery.
News of Trump’s victory was impossible to absorb, particularly in front of children. As they got up and blamelessly ate their breakfast, Trump was making his victory speech in Florida. He said of Elon Musk “a star is born”. He flapped on about the border. He beamed. It took every shred of self-restraint not to say out loud the bitter profanity flying back and forth on our phones, and merely to spit “go to hell” at the TV.
Also: “God, I hate men.”
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Latino men flocked to Trump at a greater rate than in previous elections – according to NBC exit polls, Trump led Harris in that demographic 54%-44%. Meanwhile, 59% of white men voted for Trump, and 52% of white women. A whopping 92% of black women voted for Harris, compared to about 80% of black men.
On CNN, a GOP talking head made the point that Trump’s win was a sign of how crucial it was to listen to marginalised communities, by which he seemed to mean poor white folk.
Emma goes on to fulfill the promise of her headline by memory-holing everything inconvenient to her narrative about Trump’s first stint in the Oval. Women, minorities, teenagers, minority women, the middle class, everyone was economically better off. Wars were ended. Occupations dialed back. Peace treaties were forged in the Middle East, all while progressives like Emma railed on Trump’s alleged indiscretions. This after years of defending or helping to hide more egregious behavior on the left – a practice afforded Joe Biden’s career misogyny, handsy behavior, and at least one credible accusation of rape (by a Democrat woman no one on the left would believe).
She dwells briefly on Jan 6th, Biden using the DOJ to go after political opponents (too blinkered by her advanced case of TDS to call it what it was), then re-attributes Project 2025 to him when he publicly stated he’d never heard of it until so-called journalists named it his agenda.
A tiny blue bubble, indeed. Emma’s intellectual ghetto is a block of flats owned by George Soros, decorated by the Obamas minus the view. And there’s little hope of escape, sequestered as she is (and they are as a party) in the real-world equivalent of a newsroom. A place where no one understands what happened because they don’t know anybody who lives in the real world.
It wasn’t Kamal’s fault, you see. Despite being incredibly unpopular in her party, unable to come up with something she’d do differently from Dementia Joe, a visible fraud and fake, with a grating voice and word-salad delivery, it was racist men who hate women that cost her the tiara. It’s a narrative to which I’d like them very much to cling through at least 2028.
America, and the world, will need at least eight years, maybe twelve, to fix the fine mess we’re in, and your unintentional assistance with that is greatly appreciated.
