The Sacred Church of Antifa Soros Chaos Magick hereby decrees that Super Happy Fun America is a blight on the community, and the world.
Accordingly, our Church leaders, comprised of Lauren Pespisa, Embry Galen and myself will today perform a ritual sacrifice in Copley Square.
SHFA is full of members who are openly anti-gay, anti-trans and worse. Members of NSC-131 (Neo-nazis) are regularly in attendance, and SHFA’s Samson Racioppi has openly held rallies to distribute instructions for making pipe-bombs and other improvised explosives.
Embry Galen and myself were falsely arrested at the Boston Police Riot at Straight Pride, and Embry was jailed opposed to their gender. I was arrested a second time in court, which sent my case up to the SJC, resulting in an investigation into the corrupt Judge Sinnott. Of course these investigations have lead nowhere, and justice has in no way been served.
When the ceremony is completed, an effigy of your corrupt orange leader will be burned to the ground. Long live E. Jean Carroll and the other victims of President Rape-face and friends.
Documentation of SHFA’s disturbing past can be seen in exhausting detail in my film, “The Oppressed Majority” which resulted in the deletion of my YouTube channel for 5 months, the algorithm found it so offensive.
Racioppi openly takes responsibility for distributing improvised explosives.
Quincy: Event organizer stole out flag, as the Quincy police watched it happen from feet away– thereby facilitating the theft. Quincy police continued with their lawless behavior be stealing our flag, and preventing us from exercising our first amendment rights. Law and order? Nah. Cops and copsuckers are two wings of a criminal gang.
I don’t want anyone to die. What a horrible thing to wish upon another human being.
But, I can’t help but notice that since president Puss-sore has been sent to the hospital with the Covid, my feed has been filled with some disgusting people with either a very morbid sense of humor, or a genuine disregard for human life. Remember…. for those wishing for Donnie to die, you are wishing that a 14 year old boy bury his father and live the rest of his days without his Patter familius’ help and advice!
If youve never buried a parent, I am genuinely filled with warmth and sunshine for you— but the day you lay your mother or father to rest, you will realize that Having a parent die is like 1000 acid trips in one, ripping off the top of your skull and filling your head with the revelation that we are all like little specks of dust in an infinite universe
you will realize the bitter pain and agony of it at all— like a redwood tree splintering into a million baseball bats and pounding you in the head, all the while screaming, yes indeed, you are alone. We are all alone. And then when you feel you couldn’t be more alone, a magical chaos unicorn wanders up to you, and sprinkles pixie dust in the hole in your head. That’s what it’s like having a parent die.
How do I know? Both of my parents are still alive.
But… I’ve been taking copious amounts of LSD over the past three days, and the aforementioned unicorn has been chasing me through the woods. When I finally gave up and fell to my knees and saw that they were bleeding, me and the unicorn, who’s name was Jim, had a pretty intense conversation. Society and mass media have trained us to conform, and step in line with their agenda. He told me that his parents had just died when being forced in to gladiatorial combat by the intergalactic space maggots. According to Jim, the experience brought him to the realization that he was a heartless prick for having wished harm upon President Sphincter-lips.
That said, I don’t adhere to all of the teachings of Jim the unicorn— and we need to think long and hard about who President Donnie is before we simply conclude that his life matters. These pricks after all are the same low-key coma patients who run around screaming all-lives matter. Well do they? Do they punk?
The world is a wonderful place, and every life a precious seedling with the potential to blossom like a flower. But President Cheeto Dick is seventy something years old… And now that he has been let out from Walter Reed Hospital, let’s assess that potential by reflecting upon his past accomplishments.
Born rich went to a military academy claimed bone spurs, and started breaking into the women’s dormitory while moving on them like a bitch
became his own publicist Told black renters to fuck off. pretended he was a financial guru…. sucked off Hollywood for cameos campaigned by demonizing immigrants. Built concentration camps. Hitler thought it was awesome.
He filled the swamp He gave massive tax breaks to the rich. He hates the affordable care act. He likes getting Peed on.
Applauded neonazis in Charlottesville He cut billions from Social Security Has 26 credible allegations against him of rape. He fucks America’s veterans in the ass. He had sex with Kim Jong Un. Told us Covid was a hoax Shut down post offices so no one can vote Inspired hate crimes Told the Proudboys they’re awesome Personally killed 210 thousand people And generally is an all around piece of shit. I could go on, but that seems like a pretty good overview.
So, I’m just going to go out on a limb and say it. I hope President Blumpkin does die of the covid— . I hope he, along with every other president, senator and congressman and douche in government dies… but not before they all suffer long and debilitating bouts of genital warts, and pussing infections on their scrotums, nipples and taints.
I hope their sons and daughters die horrible, painful, excruciating deaths while taking a shit in a porta potty at a construction site, which is plowed over by a runaway tractor trailer truck which blows the Porta potty into bits.. plastic… sanitizer, feces flung into the air, while your loved ones skull is pulverized… their vital organs crushed and their eyeballs popped like maraschino cherries…
I hope they have their fingernails pulled out by Russian mobsters, who stick hot nails down their dicks. I hope they are kidnapped by the angry rapists with chainsaws from pulp fiction, and John Wayne Gacy shows up to their friends’ birthday parties in his clown suit. I hope they are stuffed into industrial sized woodchippers, and Steve buscemi eats them for breakfast at Waffle House. I hope that the line cook out back grabs them on their way to the bathroom and throws them on the big fucking pancake griddle and burns off their ballsacks. I hope they are all stuffed into KFC deep fryers and get sold to customers as moist delicious chicken. I hope that Tiger King gets let out of jail so he can feed them to the Tigers. I hope Kyle Rittenhouse gets out too so he can shoot ‘em all in the dicks. I hope that Charlie Manson comes back from the dead so he can dose them with acid while he cuts their legs off and smacks them in the face with their own severed bootlicking boots. Naturally, they are tripping balls— so as they face the finality of death, they will die licking those motherfucking boots, as all fucking bootlickers should.
So how do I feel about President Blumpkin’s 14-year-old son? That asshole didn’t even send me a Birthday card. Fuck that kid. Fuck all of Donnie’s kids.
Fuck Donnie, Don junior, Eric and Joe Biden. I hope that Satan fucks them all and all the dead klansmen in hell beat them with their own dicks.
Fuck Nancy Pelosi and Chuck Schumer.
Commune with Jim the Unicorn and peer into the darkness of your soul.
So, President mango, hope Hicks, and Donnie’s Slovenian model-for-hire have got the Rona.
A lot of you folks out there on my feeds are getting worked up about the possibility of the orange Blumkin shitting the bed. He’s not gonna shit the bed. I mean, not unless it’s part of a sex act.
And I know there are people from Canada to Krakatoa dancing in the streets just waiting to piss on old Donnie’s grave— but to celebrate… well… that would be to underestimate the stupidity of the American public.
These are some stupid motherfuckers.
And if you are unfamiliar with these stupid motherfuckers I am referring to, just sign into Facebook and check out any of Diana ploss’ live streams
The fact is, Donald Trump is rich.
The rich have gold cars, gold toilets, and gold dildos with electric butt ticklers— presumably made of golden feathers.
So, when it comes to Donnie being sick— consider that Trump has got his Bruce Wayne breathing machines and his Bruce Wayne penis pumps and his Bruce Wayne Batcave… The only difference is that Orange Mussolini decided not to become Batman. He’s just got all the money, and he’s using it on himself and his kids and all his crony compatriots. Even if he doesn’t have the money, depending on which version of the tax return story you believe, he has the illusion of money, and a campaign from which he can skim funds to pay for whatever he likes.
My lawsuit has proven that. He has stolen over $100,000 in donations to his campaign to pay the lawyers in my lawsuit.
You guys are over there saying I know, I know. A girl can dream. But then what?
Think of the Q-anon idiots.
They’ll say it’s not covid, or he’s been poisoned by his enemies, or maybe even he doesn’t have covid, and he’s playing along to expose the hoax.
Whatever the case, they’ll force Pence to resign, (though he’s the only person Cheeto can’t fire), and appoint Lil Don John. Or maybe there will just be 8 years of Mike Pence.
Do you want Mike Pence to get eight years?? How would that go? Think it through.
The military industrial complex is just going to keep doing it’s thing.
But Let’s just be truthful about it. The rich don’t rally have to worry about Covid in the same way— because they’ve got access to health-care— and the poor are afraid to go to the hospital for fear of getting saddled with more debt— so the rich get golden toilets, and the poor can eat their shit.
So I say lets put all of our dicks in clamps and put the swollen ball sacks on display. like the days of the stockade. At least then this evil Empire would be selling an honest version of itself. I mean, why not set up stages in all the town centers and make poor people beg for potatoes. While Mexican immigrants are forced to dump them in the sewer.
Sit down the poor people in front of thanksgiving dinner and don’t let them eat. Right? That’s Mike pence brand of Christianity.
Bread and circus is dead It’s all about flat screen TVs and debit cards That is what Karl Marx failed to predict.
The workers can’t rise up and revolt, if your debit card is able to push off what otherwise would have been your inevitable starvation. In its place, you’ve got debt. Now you’re a wage Slave.
As long as the people have credit and funky electronic devices to keep them entertained, they’ll just keep pushing themselves further into Financial hardship by cozying up to MSNBC, Fox News or whatever other propaganda outlet is willing to spoonfeed them their version of the truth. But we know it’s not the truth. It’s propaganda.
Beyond that— its a well known fact that Tucker Carlson coming on the TV immediately turns vaginas dry for everywhere within a mile radius. This is a scientific fact— you cannot dispute it.
I hear a lot of lip service from some of the more radical contingents out there that all of these things are the signs of late stage capitalism, and an empire in decline.
Well that may be the truth, This empire isn’t going to collapse. This empire is going to keep punching you in the dick— because you cannot compare the technology and the might of an empire like the United States against that of a people with swords and stones in the Roman Empire— They did a wonderful job with the aqueducts, some of which remain to this day… but it just isn’t the same thing. Let’s ask: what happens if president mushroom penis gets so sick that doctor fauci has to lock him into his Michael Jackson parabolic sleep chamber?
How will we go on? What’s going to happen to the country? How will the gears of government keep turning? The answer is simple. They don’t give a fuck about the president. They could clone his ass kill his ass or fill his lungs full of Cheetos.
As far as the continuous government is concerned… It’s gonna keep on continuing. They will keep bombing brown skin nations. They’ve got a thousand military bases around the globe— so its a plan. its always been the plan.
The Senate confirmed Trump’s 200th federal judge in June, with a 52-48 vote so— as much as the Democrats pretend to care which judges get appointed— their record shows they have no fucks to give.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg is not coming back from the dead, the Winklevoss twins have yet to drop their porn video, and everyone is bought and sold— politicians, justices, courts, cops, the Department of Public Works, and the crossing guards— you name it— they are all bought and sold. Dollar dollar bill y’all.
Trump is a clown-show designed to distract you from the US’s continuing carnival of mass murder and genocide.
But, to go back to the Batman metaphor— all of these politicians and people in power are potential Batmans who choose to simply be Bruce Wayne.
And yes, they are clowns— but they’re not Joker railing against the system, railing against a corrupt world. daddy‘s money it’s for throwing parties. For Setting up auditions to be on shows like the apprentice. President Bozo is a clown that has been put there to distract from the CIA, and their stealth wars and the shifting of pieces on the board to give the appearance of democracy, when the reality is that Jeff Bzos has everyone’s proverbial dick in a clamp.
If you wanna get through this shit— look for mutual aid networks.
Get out on the streets and start meeting your neighbors.
You can’t eat gold toilets— and they don’t allow them in the afterlife.