Got back from Spain last week; had a rough time adjusting to jet lag, and, above all, not having my son David to talk with about everything. Not how I thought my "Golden Years" would go.
We hit Madrid in the middle of LGBTQRSVPXYZ "Pride" celebrations. Never understood what these folks have done to be so full of "Pride," or what exactly they have to celebrate. Well, maybe that's just me.
Anyhow, we found Madrid full of Gerald Baker rainbow flags (our only export now: cultural crap). Nearly all the stores had been festooned with those things: McDonalds had gone full Pride, but so had just about every other business. Rainbow colors everywhere! Either they smell money in this LGTXZSAWCRAP thing, get driven by fear, or both. I don't know. Hundreds of thousands, probably more, "activists" from all over Europe and elsewhere showed up, held giant street parties, wore bizarre outfits, engaged in lots of PDA, and heard and gave speeches about how oppressed they feel. I wondered if I were watching a Monkey Pox Super Spreader event, but surely the politically correct health authorities would tell us if that's so . . . I mean, they haven't lied to us about Covid . . .. The only bright light came from the politically conservative head of the Provincial Council who did not attend any "Pride" events, and, to the outrage of "activists," scheduled a bullfight in the middle of the "Pride" days. I like her.
On another front, friends and relatives expressed serious concern about Joe Biden's performance at the Madrid NATO conference, which took place just before "Pride." To them, he seemed weak and confused--uh, maybe because, well, he is? Not a good look.
His wife, La Doctora Jill, also did not give off good vibes.
Not breakfast tacos this time, but shoes.
"Dr." Jill envied the Spanish Queen's shoes; she wanted a few pair just like them. So, of course, she had the center of Madrid shut down so she and her inner circle could go shoe shopping while protected by our Secret Service and the Spanish police. Without a doubt, all those limos and SUVs were environmentally friendly, and she shopped in honor of Ukraine. One cent of every purchase will go to fund abortion clinics in Ukraine for poor women of color . . .
Got back to NC in time to hear the supposed President of the US, aka, ZOMBUS Biden, tell another BS BS (Biden Story). This time around, we hear a woeful tale about his poor mother driving him to school, having to switch on the windshield wipers to remove the oil residue which, in turn, gave Biden and everybody around him in Delaware cancer, blah, blah, blah. Last time he told this story, they all got asthma from the fossil fuels in the air and on the windshield.
So, friends, did "the big guy" suffer cancer/asthma when named to Annapolis? Worked as a truck driver in Maryland? Coal miner in Pennsylvania? Came under arrest in South Africa trying to free Mandela? When confronting Corn Pop? When helping fabricate the Russia collusion story? When cashing his bank drafts from the CCP and Ukraine? When destroying our energy independence?
Ah, my fellow truth seekers--alas!--before we could digest the full import of this vital and latest weepy travail in the Biden "blue collar" saga, it turns out, per his trusty handlers, that the World's Most
Important Vaccinated Man, the ZOMBUS Himself, got the feared COVID--yet AGAIN! Don't worry, he--right pronoun?--will do well, because the vaccine proves so very effective . . . OK, OK.
BS BS . . . so many diseases . . . so many BS BS.
So, ZOMBUS aficionados, we must all ask ourselves, what's with Biden?
What makes ZOMBUS the worst President in modern times? Cancer? Covid? Asthma? Dementia? Hair plugs? Vaccine?
No, you say; it's more simple than that. How about his renowned stupidity? His long-proven inability to tell the truth? The leftist loon jackals around him?
Take a pick.
Meanwhile, of course, the economy circles the drain while the Dems worry about pronouns, and how best to disassemble our Supreme Court, military, border, and, for good measure, police.
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