No rest for the wicked in the new year. Sus drones, sus fogs, sus terror attacks, sus wildfires... looks like the deep state is pulling out all the stops... now why could that be, hmm?
Surely nothing at all to do with the Orangeman Blossom Special bringing the McDon back.
The Normieville mainscream media is getting real edgy... you know how dogs can smell fear? Well this old dog of a dispatch can smell the panic emanating from between the media lines.
At the Brickhouse, newspapers are used sparingly. But before they are put to good use lining the garbage can, the Dispatch scans the headlines with morbid curiosity for a dose of mainscream media lies, obfuscations and globalist wet dreams. Oh Klausi, vhere are you putting that naughty schwab?
And boy they are about as jittery as a henhouse with brer fox at the door. Blah blah whine bitch and moan, lecturing the great unwashed from their pulpits of self-righteous superiority. All the fear porn in the world is not enough for these media shills exuding vitriol at the 'despicables' that do not support the globalist agenda. They don't seem to realize that the more they lick the jackboot like syphilitic superspreaders, defending death jabs, groomin' gangs, pedo peters and criminal illegals, growing numbers of disaffected Normieville proles are getting grossed out by them. The face sores are starting to suppurate.
Plato's gripe with democracy back in the day was that it always devolved into mob rule, which is ultimately a form of tyranny. He was not wrong. When unscrupulous leaders discovered they could bribe citizens with public monies -vote for me and there will be a chicken in every pot and a nook in every cranny- the game was up.
But the bottom line is that the 'demos' of democracy and the 'populus' of populism are one and the same: the People, in Greek and Latin respectively. There's nothing democratically wrong with appealing to the People per se, the problem are the ghoulish demagogues we call politicians and the deep state they work for.
What the media shills hate about populism is that it does not fully support their globalist master's stranglehold on power from the shadows. A small number of media shills know this; the rest are just programmed drones that read the script and don't have enough neurons left to give a shit.
Honestly the Dispatch is enjoying a wee tipple fuckin' flagon of schadenfreude smelling the panic as the Orangeman Choo Choo comes busting in to Normieville central. All their fear & loathing of the McDon is a mix of projection and derangement syndrome run amok. It's all in their head, living rent-free like meth-smokin' squatters in the crumbling tenements of their minds.
They should be happy now that they can blame him for everything again after four years smoking the mumbler-in-chief's moby dick. They get to be victims again, which is all they know to do. So why the long faces? Cheer up mofos. All together now:
Well, I’m going down to Florida
But not to Mar-a-lago
Or maybe Californy
And get some ashes in my shoes
I’ll ride that Orangeman Blossom Special
And cry these McDon blues
Dispatch out.