seventy minutes with subtitles on a ukrainian video on biden crimes;
https://www.brighteon.com/4503a13b-a044-4b1f-87c2-3b6f71222769
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seventy minutes with subtitles on a ukrainian video on biden crimes;
https://www.brighteon.com/4503a13b-a044-4b1f-87c2-3b6f71222769
five minute video in which joe biden is caught on a hot mic and you'll want to see this;
https://www.brighteon.com/61bcddeb-b982-47e5-8af6-11f8145bedd4
haven't watched the whole video sent by a friend but their message said start at the eight minute mark, which i did, and it appears to be showing a missile creating the nashville blast;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEzmQdKjxXs&feature=youtu.be
two minutes in which a woman tells another she's done with the mask crap, and i agree;
https://fromthetrenchesworldreport.com/another-woman-whos-done/278907
two kunstlers in a row because i forgot to read the friday edition. both seem worthy of attention. i see nothing useful coming from the district of corruption and wonder if the 'great unwashed' will take to the streets or just go back to watching their tv. remember i've had no president, dog in the fight, since the cia killed jfk so i'm in the position of the character in the 'hitchhikers guide to the galaxy' in which he sits in the restaurant at the end of the universe watching it all collapse. it seems more likely now with the dollar heading for the toilet in what may be the final voyage, and the commercial real estate doomed to fail after a bunch of government trolls canceled the economy. its only a matter of time till its road warrior for all;
The signals from the political establishment to Donald Trump ring pretty clear now: get thee hence, thou big-bottomed orange menace to order and sanctity! Has ever a president been lonelier at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave? Lincoln’s “team of rivals” in the drear winter months of 1864 seem downright chummy in retrospect and, of course, poor Richard Nixon stayed swozzled on scotch whiskey during the darkest nights of Watergate, when he reputedly wandered the West Wing halls conversing with portraits of his predecessors.
The other power centers of America, especially the news media, insist that there is no evidence of fraud in the recent election and it’s time to get on with the hallowed ceremonies of transition. The post-Christmas suspense is killing them. Mr. Trump will not be moved to declare that he lost the election — probably for the excellent reason that he really didn’t, if there had been anything like an honest tally of the ballots. They hear murmurings of martial law and the Insurrection Act, and it all sounds to them like an imperial Nightmare on Elm Street. They can hear the tinkle of their lucrative perquisites shattering in the creases of their temporal lobes.
It’s said in the alt.media that the president wishes to exhaust all the formal alternatives before possibly moving onto the novelty steps of contesting this final act of the four-year coup against him, which brings us all the way to January 6, when the electoral college slates are toted up in the House chamber, Vice President Pence presiding. One popular fantasy has the Veep tossing out “certified” votes from states where irregularities were starkest in favor of alt.slates submitted by Republican-majority state legislatures — with Hieronymus Bosch-style Antifa chaos to follow all over the land. Sounds like a low percentage deal to me, but then… what’s actually at stake here?
Not to be too melodramatic, but something kind of like a Manchurian Candidate situation. How okay is it, actually, for Joe Biden, with a record of accepting large sums of money from China’s intel apparatus, to move into the Oval Office, especially after they laid the Covid-19 trip on the world? No problemo, the DNC and its vast network of apparatchiks answer. There’s no evidence of Ol’ Joe colluding for pay!.......read more......
kunstler speaks of things that may or may not be on the way to us, in a jacob marley sort of manner;
And so, on Christmas morning, having suffered the night visitations of vexing spirits — or was that just the strange interaction of Zyprexa and Zolpidem — Joe Biden woke up (in a manner of speaking) to find himself transformed. He was no longer dogged by the prospect of being president of the US, but, rather, was convinced he had become the provincial plenipotentiary of a Chinese overseas possession known as Golden Wok West, where CCP General Secretary Xi Jinping can order up any asset for take-out. What a relief, Joe thought, as they brought in his morning meds. Here, now, was a one-horse pony of a different color, Joe mused, chugging down his 5mg of Haldol.
Ol’ Joe went to bed on the blessed silent night fretting that soon he’d have to answer to all those caterwauling losers about to be tossed from their McHouses and apartments after nearly a year of nonpayment. But no, the shabby dwellings would now just become the property of the People’s Liberation Army, as that very fine organization prepared to sort things out in the flea market once known as America.
Was there anything left of value? Wasn’t that a puzzlement? The former so-called Yang-kees had squandered all their laid-up treasure turning their continent into a demolition derby — six-laners lined by muffler shops, chain stores, and fried food shacks — and when all their financial resources were used up, they’d borrowed so much more money that all the certified public accountants who ever lived could not keep up with the compounded interest calculations if they worked double-shifts until the end of time. In short, the self-demolition of America was fait accompli.
Now, all that was left for Joe Biden to do was to sign some paperwork and, maybe three times a week, emerge from his basement to smile and explain to eager members of the inquisitive news media why he preferred General Tso’s Chicken over Hunan Beef. At least that’s how things seemed to shake out in Joe Biden’s brain on Christmas morning as Dr. Jill helped him to the bathroom….read more.........