Post by cjm on Dec 4, 2016 10:13:59 GMT
The Best of Times, the Worst of ‘Times’
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But the one that really won it for the Donald was Vogue magazine. I kid you not. When those preening, mincing, limp-wristed ninnies followed their Führer Wintour and denounced Trump, something like 10 million undecided voters switched to the man from Queens. If those whores are against him he must be doing something right, was the line of the undecided.
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My favorite Times columnists are two of the biggest bullshitters ever, Roger Cohen and Paul Krugman. The former compared a possible Trump victory to that of Adolf Hitler in 1933. The latter wrote that it was “favorable coverage by the media that won it for Trump.
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And now a few words of advice for our Muslim friends cowering under their beds waiting for the Gestapo. Relax, eat some rice and kebab, beat your wives at will—it will relax both of you—teach the kiddies to make a good Molotov cocktail, and make sure you pray facing Mecca 63 times a day and 64 times at night. Scream “Allahu Akbar!” as loud as you can and as often as possible. Move into Trump Tower—it is a strategic move, to say the least. Keep eating your dates and you’ll be fine. Do not, I repeat, do not hire Chelsea Clinton at $5 million per, her sell-by date has expired.
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But the one that really won it for the Donald was Vogue magazine. I kid you not. When those preening, mincing, limp-wristed ninnies followed their Führer Wintour and denounced Trump, something like 10 million undecided voters switched to the man from Queens. If those whores are against him he must be doing something right, was the line of the undecided.
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My favorite Times columnists are two of the biggest bullshitters ever, Roger Cohen and Paul Krugman. The former compared a possible Trump victory to that of Adolf Hitler in 1933. The latter wrote that it was “favorable coverage by the media that won it for Trump.
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And now a few words of advice for our Muslim friends cowering under their beds waiting for the Gestapo. Relax, eat some rice and kebab, beat your wives at will—it will relax both of you—teach the kiddies to make a good Molotov cocktail, and make sure you pray facing Mecca 63 times a day and 64 times at night. Scream “Allahu Akbar!” as loud as you can and as often as possible. Move into Trump Tower—it is a strategic move, to say the least. Keep eating your dates and you’ll be fine. Do not, I repeat, do not hire Chelsea Clinton at $5 million per, her sell-by date has expired.
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