To begin with, all logic has taken leave of absence from reality. The votes that have placed the Republican congresspeople and senators in power are legitimate, but any vote for a democratic candidate is fraudulent? Or is it only any vote in excess of a Republican vote?
It’s those illegals, isn’t it. The caravans finally made it through, while Antifa and BLM distracted Stephen Miller, OAN, and Rudy Giuliani. Caravaners were immediately dispatched to their sleeper voting cells. From there they printed fake voter IDs for themselves, and for millions of dead Americans. And then, after the election was officially over, the ballots kept rolling in. Not just a few thousand, mind you: millions of them. The instructions couldn’t have been any more clear: fill-in the BIDEN circle. Leave the rest blank, or better yet, randomly fill-in some Republican candidates on the ballot. Not to look suspicious, of course.
This American charade has ceased to be shocking. Or fearful. Or even distracting. It is both embarrassing and enraging, if those two emotions could ever share center stage. I am embarrassed for a formerly great nation. A nation that was great all the way to January 20, 2017. A day that will live in infamy. An inauguration speech that resembled a dark dystopian speech from the Hunger Games. A fifteen minute speech that is supposed to inspire the people of a great land, on both sides of the country. What we heard instead was a rambling four-and-a-half minute opening that culminated with, and I quote, “this American Carnage”. Little did we know that those words were a prophecy on what was to come.
As for the rage part. Mr. President, perhaps you didn’t hear us: get the hell out of the White House on January 20th or you will learn the meaning of an American Carnage. You, as always, will be unscathed. But the wake of death and misery you will unleash as American cities burn will only add to your pathetic Covid-19 legacy.
Your scorched-earth policy is done, your time is up: Get. The hell. OUT.
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