Day after day they keep coming. In a bizarro world of protean politics, each and every Democratic candidate for the 2020 presidential election appears to be stranger than the last. Take John Hickenlooper. Please. The man knowingly took his mother to “Deep throat,” a hardcore porno movie, when he was 18-years-old. He thought she might enjoy getting out of the house. He says, though she may have been mortified, on the car ride home she told him she thought “the lighting was good.” Hickenlooper, the former governor of Colorado, legalized marijuana during his tenure in office. He’s not exactly Lincoln, but then he graduated from Wesleyan University, while Honest Abe was only subjected to one year of formal schooling.
Andrew Yang also recently threw his hat into the Democratic rat-race and immediately came out strongly against that scourge of modern society…circumcision. I don’t personally have any skin in that game, but, none-the-less, it seems an oddly out of place—and cutting—remark for someone running for president. Will he also come out strongly against—or for—breast enhancement? It’s crucial to the survival of our republic. Who will be the Yin to Yang?
Sen. Kamala Harris of California recently went out of her way to tell folks about how she used to listen to Snoop Dogg and Tupac Shakur while smoking pot when she was in college. Unfortunately for her, she graduated years before either of those “artists” released their debut albums. And she slept her way to the top.
Kirsten Gillibrand wants to give illegal aliens social security.
Someone named Pete Buttigieg thinks “intergenerational justice” is a pressing issue. (Many of these candidates bring to mind Monty Python’s “Very Silly” Party. “I think one should point out here that in this constituency since the last election a lot of very silly people have moved into new housing estates with the result that a lot of sensible voters have moved further down the road…”).
Joe Biden appears to like fondling young girls. On camera.
And then there is Beto. As a younger lad he composed erotic verses about cows. (When he wasn’t busy writing about running over young kids in an automobile). “Song of the Cow” contained the immortal lines: “Thrust your hooves up my analytic passage, Enjoy my fruits. I need a butt-shine right now/You are holy, o sacred Cow/I thirst for you, Provide Milk.” It also implored Bessie to “breathe my feet” and “Wax my ass, Scrub my balls.”
When a reporter asked Beto if he could confirm that he once took a handful of his baby’s green feces, put it in a bowl, and served it to his wife Amy as “avocados,” he replied that he didn’t remember that happening, but admitted it “sounds like the kind of thing I would do.” Come again? If there was ever something for a politician to lie about, this is it.
After Beto lost to Ted Cruz in a 2018 Texas Senatorial contest, he hit the road. In New Mexico, the dejected loser ate “regenerative dirt,” and brought some home to his family. One would think they would be very leery of eating anything he placed before them.
Not one of these candidates would have had a prayer just a few years ago. But, after mass illegal immigration, mass indoctrination of young people by colleges and universities, attempted mass indoctrination of adults by the mainstream media, Hollywood and entertainment industries, and the all-out leftist push for total tolerance of deviance but utter, absolute intolerance of tradition, who knows?
Especially since the Trump-hating media treats most Democratic candidates as sacred cows.
Just ask Beto O’Rourke.
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