I’ve finally emerged from my naive stupor and faced the facts.
Hillary Clinton will be installed as the next POTUS, regardless of how many people do or do not vote for her.
To the extent that I see the insulting choice between the Queen of Chaos and the King of the Racist Rant as somehow pivotal, I’ve actually been subconsciously entertaining this diabolical prospect for a while now. But I just couldn’t quite actualize it.
What finally cracked the edifice of my willful denial was a highly insightful interview of Julian Assange by the award-winning Australian journalist and film maker, John Pilger. Please take the time to watch this.
Assange discusses the incriminating emails he has dumped into the public sphere, denies that Russia had anything to do with providing them, highlights Hillary Clinton’s criminal use of the Clinton Foundation for influence peddling and her demented plan to establish herself as the go-to candidate for the presidency by destroying Libya and attacking Syria, Wikileaks’ role in exposing systemic corruption wherever it occurs, the U.S. defying the UN and ignoring international law, rendering him a fugitive in the Ecuadoran Embassy.
Assange as always is brilliant. He claims Hillary’s victory is predetermined, a foregone conclusion. History and the facts are on his side. Think George W. Bush in 2000.
What will happen after Clinton’s coronation in January is anyone’s guess. All informed predictions portend the worst.
The world is heading for war. No one I know seems to have any clue how that decision is made and who makes it. But the writing is on the wall. The military build-ups in Europe and Asia, the constant vilification of Russia and intimidation of China, the hysterical and thoroughly unfounded clamoring about the necessity to stop the aggressive actions of Putin — though no evidence is presented because no real evidence is available — all paint the same hideous portrait of apocalyptic violence and unprecedented carnage.
World War III.
Why? Why must it again come to this? Because . . .
It’s time.
And Hillary Clinton is the perfect minion to inflict this upon the world.
The preparations are being made as I write this, while the mesmerized masses either can’t wait to get to the polls because they’ve already made their decision, or ponder the weighty choice between a sociopathic narcissist and a criminally insane warmonger.
As if it made a difference.
So . . .
Vote for Jill Stein.
You have nothing to lose.
It won’t change the results of the election.
As I’ve said, the fix is in. The power brokers, the investment banks, Wall Street, the media, the transnational corporations, the security agencies (except for some rebels in the FBI), the .01%, the oligarchs, have made their choice. The polls have been fixed around that choice, as will be the final results of the election.
Why Jill Stein?
If the programming of the voting machines hasn’t completely removed any possibility of her getting sufficient voter support, and the Green Party manages 5% of the popular vote, it will qualify for federal matching funds in the next election.
If there is a next election.
Am I being pessimistic?
Of course not. There is hope! The Loch Ness Monster might come out of hiding, and lead humankind to a new spiritual rebirth. Or in an unexpected turn of events, Sasquatch will win the presidency on a write-in ballot, then require all armaments to be melted down and turned into snow shoes. An extinction-threatening meteor could glide in from outer space and make a soft landing at Dulles Int’l Airport, Jesus Christ, Ghandi, Buddha and Nelson Mandela could emerge healthy and invigorated, take a limo into DC and talk some sense into the lunatics running our country.
Or . . . or . . .
Dat bitch is my favorite ‘ho!
I’ve been so far off the mark.
But I’m willing to admit when I’m wrong.
Until I watched the video shown below, I didn’t appreciate the incredible contrast between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton when it came to women.
As we all know from all of the news reports, exposés, damning anecdotes, salacious videos, law suits, personal testimonies, affidavits, well-researched and documented media reports, Donald Trump is a misogynistic, chauvinistic, groping pig. He’s probably a rapist as well. He and Vladimir probably go club-hopping hitting on women, use them as sex toys, then callously discard them when their libido has run its course. This as a last resort, when they are unsuccessful at kidnapping middle school girls trying to make it home, following hours of hard work at a local Russian Orthodox church Bible study class.
By contrast, I now see, Hillary Clinton stands for the highest standards of decency, equal opportunity and dignity for women both in the work place and in public spaces. Hillary has built her presidential campaign and much of her inspiring career around working for an America where women are treated with respect and civility, never wavering in her commitment to caring and sensitivity, selflessly holding herself up as a role model.
The crucial thing is that Hillary never compromises for convenience or advantage.
And the voters love her for it!
Just look at how the crowd goes wild at this campaign concert in Cleveland, featuring performances by Jay Z and Beyoncé.
As Hillary gratefully announces from the stage: “This is what America is, my friends!”
I love the way the crowd sings along. Some of my favorite truly inspiring lines . . .
Hey! You little stupid ass bitch, I ain’t fuckin’ with you
You little, you little dumb ass bitch
One time for my LA sisters,
One time for my LA hoes
Lame niggas can’t tell the difference
One time for a nigga who know
Anybody is a killer, all you gotta do is push ‘em to the limps
Fuck being timid in the Civic
Politicin’ with the pushers and the pimps
I’m trine write a story, can I get a glimpse?
I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say
My block behind me like I’m coming out the driveway
She tryna get me that poo tang
I might let my crew bang
Middle finger to the law
Nigga gripping by balls
All the ladies they love me
From the bleachers they screaming
How can you improve on that, eh?
Of course, this reflects the new political/social consciousness, where spectacle and politics are conflated, and even the world-shaping decisions and personal responsibility of voting are swirled together with entertainment and celebrity worship into a thick fog of posturing and over-the-top extravaganza, puerile pageantry, empty feel-good rhetoric — requiring no real principled commitments, vision, consistency, common decency or common sense.
I can see now why they call them political “parties”. Yo, nigga!
Recall that I already voted for Jill Stein, via an absentee ballot.
Somehow I still feel real good about that.
To paraphrase some of Hillary’s supporters . . .
Dat bitch is my favorite ‘ho!