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The Boys of 1984 and an Echo From Pastor Niemoller

Will the Boys of 1984; Facebook's Mark Zuckerberg, Twitter's Jack Dorsey and Amazon's Jeff Bezos succeed in their efforts to suffocate the free speech of the boy(s) on the Right?

As usual, good old Pastor Niemoller will be stalking this debate and its instigators.

"First they came for the Communists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak up because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak for me."

A Preview of Attractions Coming to America

The Trump Quacker’s bonehead Capitol riot combined with the Democrat’s hissy-fit Trump vendetta should lead to a cascading wave of sporadic violence that will last for some time to come.

Fortunately, the targets of this anger will be society's most non-essential workers; politicians, media babblers, Hollywood celebrities and professional athletes.

Stay tuned...

Jonna Jinton and YouTube Vloggers

For those of us who find commercial television to be beneath our personal dignity, YouTube provides a wealth of nooks and crannies from how-to fix-its to study aids to vlogs appealing to our individual tastes.

It should come as no surprise that a boy who grew up in the woods and fields of Michigan with his dog would fall in love with the videos of Jonna Jinton, a Swedish naturalist, silversmith, jewelry designer, photographer, artist and musician who lives on an isolated farm in the far, far north of Sweden with her husband Johan and their faithful dog, Nanook.

To give you a taste of this woman's amazing vlogging talents I have included three brief links below; her most recent video, along with an earlier one of Nanook's birthday celebration and another featuring Jonna's dancing skills with nature and Nanook romping together in the back ground.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpJaQ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AF7LC...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCnT2...


Goodreads is not just about sharing books with friends. Feel free to share links to your own favorite YouTube vloggers in the comments below.

Main Street Bitch-Slaps The Wokey-Wokes Once Again

I know, I know, the results are not official. The Electoral College is still up for grabs. Well, you can have both Trump and Biden. Neither of those turdsqueaks is up to my personal standards.

I am solely interested in Main Street and it has spoken loud and clear. Main Street, USA has proclaimed that the blue tidal wave was nothing but a figment of the pollsters imagination as well as wishful- thinking propaganda by the Wokey-Woke media scum bunnies.

Main Street has just bitch-slapped the tin-drumming Wokey-Woke media while flipping the wingnut Democrats yet another red, white and blue stinky finger.

No, this stinky finger was not aimed at Comatose Joe Biden. No one cares a hoot about Comatose Joe, even those gullible sheepies who voted for that jello brain tightly wrapped inside of his Depends diapers.

This 2020 stinky finger was flipped at the media's Wokey-Woke cultists who live in a microscopic echo chamber loudly shouting the same-old, same-old blah, blah, blah that no one else is listening to. No one.

Main Street's 2020 red, white and blue stinky finger was also aimed at the perverted face of the modern Democratic Party that formally evicted working-class families from its ranks in 2016 by referring to them as "deplorabes."

This 2020 stinky fingers was flipped at a weirdo DNC that is now comprised of Hollywood creepers and ditch pigs, entertainment's attention-seeking whores and bores, high tech mafia bosses, suburban snowflakes and pajama boys, Hamptons lawyers and hedge funders as well as those race-hustling arsonists who try to paint every isolated incident of police brutality as being endorsed by the majority decent-minded white citizens. Let's march for the boob tube cameras and burn some businesses and neighborhoods down rather than acknowledging the thousands upon thousands of cases of black-on-black violence and murder that plague the Democratic controlled slum towns of Baltimore, Chicago, Detroit, Cleveland, New York City, St. Louis and Los Angeles on a daily basis because we are BLM and black lives matter, right? Right?

For the second Presidential election in a row, the Main Street families of carpenters, electricians, plumbers, linemen, masons, painters, pavers, steelworkers, longshoremen, bartenders, food servers, truck drivers, farmers and Mom and Pop businesses who only wish to raise their own families like their parents and grandparents raised them, told this perverted cult of cultural outliers to fuck-off!

This 2020 stinky finger has nothing what-so-ever to do with that professional politician, Comatose Joe Biden, who has wasted an entire lifetime haunting the putrid hallways of Washington D.C. in search of as much cash as he can stash into his own grubby pants pockets in exchange for favors while accomplishing nothing worth mentioning. Nothing. An entire lifetime of nothingness. That is the final legacy of Comatose Joe Biden.

And no, this election's red, white and blue stinky finger had very little to do with the defense of that goofy Trump-Quacker. But you will never hear about that from the biased, boob tube bobbleheads who peddle their cult's narrative rather than ever venturing outside for a second opinion.

These hacks from NBC, CBS, ABC, CNN, PBS, The NYT and WaPo have replaced the holy journalistic mantra of "who, what, where, when and sometimes how," with the official Wokey-Woke propaganda of "blah, blah, blah…blah, blah, blah…blah, blah, blah bullshit."

Main Street has flipped high yet another red-white and blue stinky finger to tell the media bobbleheads and the DNC fruitloops, "Fuck-off, assholes! Fuck-off!"

Rock on, Main Street! Rock on!

The Red, White and Blue Stink Finger

The 2020 election? Ouch!

Well, the Trump Quacker is a joke without a punchline. Comatose Joe Biden is a drooling blob of indecisive Jello wrapped inside of a pair of soiled Depends.

The pollsters are fearlessly predicting that Mr. Jello-Man will suffocate the big Quacker in a landslide of quivering proportions.

Ouch!

In the midst of the COVID-19 mass-hysteria, this is one of the whackiest elections in a memory that has seen Americans rewarded during the last half-century by the fruits of democracy with three senseless wars that had absolutely nothing to do with defending anyone living between Portland, Oregon and Portland, Maine; topped-off by strapping the populace to the yoke of the worst healthcare system in the industrialized world.

Ouch!

Okay, just because democracy is profoundly dysfunctional does not mean it is not the greatest of all human creations. Just ask anyone who seldom reads books.

However, there is a tiny little historical curiosity worth waiting for that will be sifting its way through the "inviolate" ballot boxes this November.

After almost a century, the Democratic Party finally managed to evict working-class families from its ranks in favor of suburban snowflakes and pajama boys, Hollywood creepers and ditch pigs, television's boobtube babblers and bobble-heads, entertainment's attention-seeking whores and bores, as well as Hamptons lawyers and hedge funders and, let us not forget, those screaming Wokey-Woke race-hustlers and arsonists.

All of you carpenters, electricians, plumbers, farmers, fishermen, steel workers, truck drivers, pavers, butchers, longshoreman and Mom and Pop businesses can take a hike. How can the Democratic Party be inclusive and politically correct with people like you? The door is thatway! Now beat it!

Those working-class families, who have the audacity to want to raise their families like their parents and grandparents raised them, felt betrayed. Their values were being ridiculed.

Main Street responded in 2016 by wagging a big red, white and blue stink finger in the face of the Democratic Party. Instead of being elected President of the United States of America, the scum bitch Hillary Clinton was inaugurated as Queen of Hollywood and the Hamptons by a huge majority.

Shit happens to silly-bitch Queens when they refer to working-class families as “deplorables,” but just to be fair, “Let them eat cake,” was already under French copyright.

So, historical curiosity is begging for the answer.

After four tedious years of the big Quacker, will Main Street stay at home this election day or does it have yet another red, white and blue stink finger wiggling somewhere up its sleeve?

Tonight's Debate - Mr. Soggy Trump Noodle vs. Comatose Joe Biden

As most of you know, tonight is the first debate between Comatose Joe Biden and Mr. Soggy Trump Noodle.

As most of you know who read "Bonjour Amigos!" I do not have have a horse in this turtle sprint.

I gave up voting in American elections after enduring sixteen years of those two third-string, turdsqueak ass-clowns George W, Bush and Barack Hussein Obama.

I gave up voting when America was then offered a choice between Trump and the media's Scum-bitch Princess, Hillary Clinton who was overwhelmingly elected President of Hollywood and the Hamptons after referring to working-class families as “deplorables.”

You remember Hillary, whose Billy Willy Dilly Weirdo- Boy sexually abused a 23-year-old White House intern with a cigar in the Oval Office when he was 49? You remember the Clinton’s, don’t you?

Back to Whacky Bush Doodles and Snoop Dogg Barry Obama. How did that ever happen? What a farce!

I was left shaking my head while the Founding Fathers were left barfing raw oysters into their powdered perukes.

So here is a rare, independent prediction concerning tonight's cockless cock fight that will at least give you lembots some reprieve from the COVID-19 mass hysteria that you have allowed to sweep you off your ballet-slippered little feet.

Comatose Joe doesn't stand a chance against the Soggy Trump Noodle!

What? You gotta be kidding, Mr G!

Not a snowball's chance in Hell without a secret teleprompter on his Apple watch or an advance preview of all of the boobtube bobble-head's weightless questions that will be floating around like pink butterflies in the negative infinity that is American television.

Not because Trump is brilliant, (we all know he is a box of rocks), but because Biden can longer think on his own two feet. He is comatose.

Not because Trump is brilliant, but because he can keep on talking and talking about nothing and more nothing for a long, long time which is a key ingredient to being successful on the American boobtube and as we all know, the American public has let itself be completely brainwashed by that useless boobtube tool every day and every night its entire life.

But don't count Comatose Joe out.

What's that, you say? There is hope for compassionate eldercare in The White House?

The media bobbleheads will do everything in their power to help save Old Joe by throwing him life preservers such as suggestive, follow-up questions or, by immediately going to an emergency commercial break whenever C-Joe's situation becomes entirely hopeless.

And his situation will be hopeless. You can count on it, because Comatose Joe Biden is comatose and he loses his place whenever he is jabbering about nothing.

You can be very successful jabbering about nothing on the American boobtube until...until you lose your place.

So tonight's anorexic Sumo match will be a struggle between Mr. Soggy Trump Noodle and the imposing team of Comatose Joe Biden and his personal media bobbleheads who will be massaging his back with suggestive follow-up questions as well as offering emergency commercial breaks as needed.

Maybe the boobtube honchos will add a splash of canned laughter to the next debate to help save their favorite, comatose ass clown?

Canned laughter and the American public go hand-in-hand. Just ask Mr. Soggy Trump Noodle.

Which Way the Working-class in 2020?

In 2016, the Holy media augurs assured the gullible world-at-large that there was an eighty-six percent certainty that Hillary Clinton would be elected President of the United States of America.

The babbling boob tube bobble-heads were obviously out of touch, out to lunch and out of their minds.

Nothing registered in their silly pea brains when Hillary Clinton referred to working-class families as "deplorables." They had no clue that the snarky scum bitch had just sealed her fate in the working-class states of Pennsylvania, Ohio, Michigan, Wisconsin and Iowa.

The shrieking media canaries live in a minuscule echo chamber of their own goofy chatter. They are tone deaf to the outside world. They are not Main Street, America. They have nothing in common with Main Street. They seldom flap their wings outside of New York City, Washington D.C., Atlanta or Los Angeles.

The electronic songbirds were asleep at the switch when Main Street elected the other whack-a-doodle while the media's chosen ditch pig was duly coronated as the Princess of Hollywood and the Hamptons.

So, which way the working-class in 2020?

Does the working-class support the sitting whack-a-doodle or will it stay home because he does not know enough to keep his mouth shut?

Should Comatose Joe Biden survive the debates (if his caretakers allow him to participate) will be he wheeled into the White House next January because the working-class chose not to vote this time around?

This is the only conudrum I am interested in since after three senseless wars, the worst healthcare system in the industrialized world and 16 tortuous years of those two third-string, turdsqueak empty suits, George W. Bush and Barack Hussein Obama, I decided that American democracy is for suckers and that I would never ever vote in another election.

But I am still curious. My Midwestern roots are itchingly curious. Which way the working-class?

In the past, the working-class vote was a knee-jerk certainty for the Democrats. Today, the Democratic Party is the party of Hollywood creepers, attention seeking bores from the jabberwockey world of entertainment, lawyers, academic snowflakes and pajama boys, and the Wokey Woke rioters burning down neighborhoods.

The Democratic Party is no longer the party of carpenters, plumbers, electricians, steelworkers, longshoremen, pavers, waitresses, bartenders, truck drivers, farmers and Mom and Pop businesses. You know, the sort of people who get things done, make things work, pay their taxes and want to raise their families like their parents and grandparents raised them.

These families have no reason to vote for neither the Wokey Woke version of the Democrat Party nor for Comatose Joe Biden. But they might just stay home because they cannot bring themselves to vote for that other jabbernut.

Which way the working class? The answer to that question will decide the 2020 election.

The Bigger the Truck, the Smaller the...

Are you old enough to remember when members of the working class; painters, plumbers, electricians, carpenters and farmers, were the primary owners of pick-up trucks? You know, the sort of people who get things done and make things work. I am.

No long ago, I was finishing dinner at an off-the-grid Las Vegas restaurant when one of those over-sized pick-up trucks with monster tires, muscular struts, two smokestack exhausts framing the cab in front of a spotlessly clean bed that looked as if it had never transported anything heavier than a bag of potato chips, let alone, a screwdriver, pulled into the parking lot.

The waitress cleaning a nearby table stopped what she was doing to also glance out the window at this unfolding spectacle that clutters the American landscape on an hourly basis.

A young pajama boy nervously climbed down from the cab looking like a little monkey who had just stolen a UPS package of catalog clothing from someone's doorstep in the upper-class neighborhoods near The Highlands. You know, the sort of IT nerdy nerd you might be lucky enough to never ever see again if you sent him out looking for a left-handed ratchet wrench?

The waitress must have hacked her way into my hard drive.

"The bigger the truck," she smiled my way, pausing as deftly as Lauren Bacall trolling for that whistle from Bogie, "the smaller the penis."

There was a Pontifical certainty in the tone of her voice that assured me that I was listening to the infallible voice of experience.

That chuckling moment came back to me the other day while contemplating the electronic black hole that lures viewers into the negative infinity that is the feeding trough of contemporary American “culture" to pose a question worthy of Anthropological consideration.

"The wider the television screen, the narrower the cranium?"

Lembots, Digiprop, Gooney Birds and COVID-451

Sometime next month, the COVID pandemic will claim its one-millionth victim from the small planet earth's resident population of 7.8 billion people.

A half a century ago, with a population density of only 3.6 billion people, the 1968-69 Hong Flu claimed between 1 million and four million casualties.

In 1968, political Gooney Birds did not exceed their constitutional authority. They did not destroy the world's economies with quarantines, lock-downs, social distancing and mandatory masks. Life went on.

The Digiprop, (digital propaganda) of 24/7 news and social media did not exist back in those days to inflame mass hysteria among an indoctrinated audience sporting permanently implanted earbuds.

The human beings of 1968 were not Lembots, (lemming robots) constantly attached to the internet and social media "influencers." The world was yet to be digitalized.

The human beings of 1968 actually ventured outdoors, looking at the world around them rather than blankly staring down at a "smart" phone.

They still had original thoughts emerging from their own brain cells. They did not burn their bridges to the past behind them. They actually read books back in those pre-COVID-451 days!

Those scrappy, unattached 1968 folks would not have allowed the political Gooney Birds to exceed their authority and destroy the world's economy with the synergetic help of the babbling bobble-heads in the commercial media who need something to yap about 24/7 to confirm their own self-importance in the big scheme of things.

If the Gooney Birds and the Digiprop babblers were not talking about one another 24/7 in the negative infinity that is American television, who would pay them any attention?

The Gooney Birds love the Digiprop babblers and the Digiprop babblers love the Gooney Birds and the Gooney Birds love the Digiprop babblers for loving them because what would those pathetic Lembots do without that third-string team to control their thoughts?


Otherwise, those silly Lembot fools might venture outdoors to take a walk in the woods and think for themselves.

COVID -19 and its Companion Monsters

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Sometime later today, the USA will officially record 80,000 deaths from the COVID-19 pandemic, equalling the number of deaths during the 2017-2018 influenza season.

Of course, there is an X-factor at play here. How many lives have been saved due to the quarantine, a quarantine that will have debilitating effects upon the worldwide economy?

In the coming months there will be an wide assortment of mathematical models that will give an imaginary answer to that riddle and at about the same time, the world will begin experiencing unemployment, home foreclosures and small business bankruptcies as yet another by-product of the quarantine. This will be the COVID-19 recession.

Not only will Las Vegas be the USA epicenter of the COVID-19 recession, it will be its Pompeii, buried beneath an avalanche of unemployment and home foreclosures since it relies upon worldwide disposable income to sustain its gambling economy and it is going to be a long, long time before there is any disposable income to splash around with in the Bellagio fountains.

There is an even more insidious monster waiting in the wings to greet the entire world. As we learned from the 2008 financial collapse, worldwide finance and banking is little more than smoke and mirrors and soap bubbles.

There has been a worldwide burst of deficit spending in order to sustain this La La Land without paychecks that the quarantine has created. The merciless monster likely to arise from this sand-box thinking imposed upon us by the political wizards is nothing less than hyper-inflation. Weimar Republic hyper-inflation on a global scale.

The world should get a sniff of that beast around December. Merry Christmas! Happy Hyper-inflation! How long will it stay? Who knows? What damage will it do? Take a glance back at some of the Weimar Republic memoirs.

Then we can ask ourselves if the quarantine was worth the economic price we are all paying. Then we can weigh the effects of the magical X-factor that has saved X-amount of lives.

For your comparison: Sweden now stands at 3.1 deaths per every 10,000 citizens.

The USA 2.4, the UK 4.7, Italy 5.0, France 3.9, Belgium 7.5, the Netherlands 3.1, Canada 4.6, Spain 5.6, Switzerland 2.1,Ireland 2.9, Portugal 1.0.