I never did quite understand the point of the Jason film series, because apparently the concept revolves around one Jason Voorhees, whose birthday is on Friday the 13th. The problem, of course, is that Friday the 13th happens in a different month every year – and sometimes even twice in one year. You might argue this is nitpicking from someone with a BIBLICAL case of OCD – and I would not disagree – but I must admit, I just don’t get it.
Admittedly, since I am not overly fond of slasher films in general – though I must confess a certain partiality to the superb low-budget horror-slasher-comedy film, Dog Soldiers, which is genuinely very good – I am not exactly the target audience for such things. So, I suppose it sort of makes sense, somewhere, to someone.
It has been a busy and eventful week, as anyone keeping up with the NOOS can attest. It would appear the Fake President has actually committed the same crime that his entire Maladministration spent the past six months trying to pin on His Most Illustrious, Noble, August, Benevolent, and Legendary Celestial Majesty, the God-Emperor of Mankind, Donaldus Triumphus Magnus Astra, the First of His Name, the Lion of Midnight, may the Lord bless him and preserve him.
The difference is, Donaldus Triumphus Magnus never committed an actual crime. He had full authority to declassify any and all documents in his possession, which is precisely what he did. The Fibbies STILL, to this day, have found no evidence whatsoever of actual wrongdoing on his part.
Goatmeal-for-Brains Brandon gets no such excuse. Those documents showed up in his personal possession when he was VICE PRESIDENT, which, last time I looked at the Constitution (a hilariously outdated thing to do, these days), which meant Brandon had about as much authority as I do to check out top secret files and take them back home to stash next to his Charger, or whatever silly muscle car he has in his garage.
The projection and hypocrisy are as nauseating as they are predictable. But, these things are also inevitable. Neolibs and neoclowns are some of the biggest SJWs you will ever meet. And as we all know about SJWs – they always lie, they always double down, and they always project.
I strongly suspect there is a plot afoot to get Brandon out of the White House, though the evidence at present is merely circumstantial at best. The Deep State recognises that Brandon’s “senior moments” are becoming a very serious liability. The problem is, the next few idiots in line are… well, even worse, in some ways.
Cameltoad Harris for President, anyone? She may not even be American, she only got to her position by sleeping with famous men, and she shows all of the competence and talent of a sack of hammers – which is actually an insult to the hammers, because they are useful AND sound more pleasant clanking together than anything that comes out of Harris’s mouth.
What about Kevin McCucky? Well, never mind, simply mentioning the possibility is profoundly depressing.
I think it is fair to say that America faces a crisis of leadership and talent at the top, unlike anything it has seen in generations. This is not something Americans can vote their way out of, and this kind of crisis never ends well.
As I have long argued, Trump was not a Sulla or a Caesar – though that is what America BADLY needs at this point. Spare me any silly platitudes about dumbocracy – America was NEVER meant to be one, and the American people have shown themselves to be utterly unworthy of the great Republic they inherited from their forefathers. Trump was, instead, the Gracchi – an attempt by relatively naive outsiders to wrest back control of a system that had grown too corrupt and self-serving to represent the ordinary people any longer.
America’s turn at a Caesar IS coming. Trump is not it – he does not have the gumption, the killer instincts, or the interest in doing what is necessary. But, once America finally collapses, whenever that is – and I think it is closer than any of us would like to admit – the resulting horrors will require a Caesar to restore order and sanity.
And the death counts will make Friday the 13th look like a rom-com by comparison.
Anyway, that is quite enough of the serious stuff for one day. I am exhausted, thanks in part to work, but mostly to a stomach… something, which was most unpleasant. I shall spare you the gory details, but suffice to say, there is a reason why God gets the most prayers to end lives quickly because of stomach bugs.
So, let’s end on a high(-ish) note with the lovely lady of the week. This here is Evgeniya Zmushko (Евгения Змушко), a fitness model from Minsk, Belarus, of indeterminate age, but probably in her mid-to-late twenties. Beyond that, I know nothing about her, and do not care to learn.
Happy Friday, everyone. I’m off to get some badly needed rest.