The Iron Fist of Fash's Arm

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Submitted by Lindsay Perigo on Tue, 2020-01-07 07:20

There's apparently a fellow running around named Fash. Fash's arm for some reason exercises the excruciatingly vapid Occasional Cortex, fascist. I just wonder how, when this sub-cretinous twin-sister of Jihadi Jacinda—both of whose fathomless moronry is equalled only by their vicious evil in their joint determination to destroy civilisation and freedom—emits these noises, in lieu of adult speech ... I just wonder how a single authentic human anywhere on earth can take her seriously? There are the Obleftivists, of course—but remember, I said "authentic human"!


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wouldn't worry too much about poofy Pete Bootyboy; he'll get 14% in Iowa (and no delegates) 14% in New Hampshire (and no delegates) before disappearing a couple of days after South Carolina. Lightweight Filth of little consequence.

It has certainly been hilarious in recent days watching everyone having to hastily backtrack as the savages in Persia showed their true colours. Anti-civilisation Professor Robert Patman from Otago University (where else?) was doing his usual anti Trump pro Iran routine last Wednesday/Thursday for RNZ News; by the weekend he was changing his tune fairly smartly as he'd started to look ridiculous by praising Iran.

I know it is annoying and frustrating, and you want to give some of this filth a bunch of fives, but these people are actually helping President Trump and 'we' the good guys. To use an analogy - this is "Battle of the Bulge" stuff. They have launched "Operation Nordwind", we are the 7th Army's VII corp fighting a desperate series of battles on three sides with weapons, ammo, food, medical supplies, and manpower running desperately low. Things are getting so bad there are serious concerns being raised that the entire 7th Army will be completely destroyed. However! we are not losing our nerve, we are digging in and only need to hang on for a mere 3 days until the 222nd Infantry launch the counterattack and save us (along with the war itself).

Now is the time to stay focused and not lose our nerve chaps.

One of the great things about the Demoscum Party Filth's over the top rhetoric is they demonstrate why they are unqualified and unfit to be the US President; every time they open their mouths they simply assist the President's re election campaign. Unfortunately for them the average American gets huge exposure to conservative media through the various online Networks (Blaze, Daily Wire, OAN etc) and see through all the lefty twaddle. The days of a Bill Clinton or Jimmy Carter slinking into the White House thanks to a partisan press corp are over, rover.

As Evil as Occasional Cortex ...

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... is Puke Bootyjuice. Truly, unutterably loathsome. This pro-Iran anti-American low-life is now suggesting it is Trump, not Iran, who bears responsibility for shooting down the Ukrainian airliner. He's gay, and knows better. Iran pushes gays off tall buildings. In Puke's case, that's what he deserves—not for being gay, but for being a beyond-vile treasonist, actively supporting an enemy in war-time.

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Orwell Foreheard Occasional Cortex and Fry-Quacking

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What was slightly horrible was that from the stream of sound that poured out of his mouth, it was almost impossible to distinguish a single word. Just once Winston caught a phrase—" complete and final elimination of Goldsteinism"— jerked out very rapidly and, as it seemed, all in one piece, like a line of type cast solid. For the rest it was just a noise, a quack-quack-quacking. And yet, though you could not actually hear what the man was saying, you could not be in any doubt about its general nature. He might be denouncing Goldstein and demanding sterner measures against thought-criminals and saboteurs, he might be fulminating against the atrocities of the Eurasian army, he might be praising Big Brother or the heroes on the Malabar front— it made no difference. Whatever it was, you could be certain that every word of it was pure orthodoxy, pure Ingsoc. As he watched the eyeless face with the jaw moving rapidly up and down, Winston had a curious feeling that this was not a real human being but some kind of dummy. It was not the man's brain that was speaking; it was his larynx. The stuff that was coming out of him consisted of words, but it was not speech in the true sense: it was a noise uttered in unconsciousness, like the quacking of a duck.

—1984

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