Welcome to the New Surreal, where bat$hit headlines are the norm, not a quirky exception. Jeffrey Clark did not have a very good Monday, as you are aware. His name was on the list of people indicted in Fulton County, Georgia. Clark’s reaction to this, one reaction at least, is to claim that the Forces of Evil, literally, are after him.
Hey Jeff, remember that time the witches handcuffed you in your underwear in front of your place while the mediums searched the house. Good Supernatural Times. pic.twitter.com/t1cT3EHIyp
— VegasJake🖕 🇩🇪🇺🇲 (@JakeBig10) August 16, 2023
And this guy was within a stone’s throw of becoming Acting Attorney General of the United States.
You know it’s a cold cruel world when the spirit animals gang up on you. I have a carved coyote which was presented to me in a medicine bag. I believe I will consult with it right now and see if it, too, has joined the army of spirit animals against Jeff Clark. And believe me, if I thought that drawing a pentagram in chalk would put this bum behind bars faster, I’d be out there on the asphalt right now, scribbling away, 106 degree heat and all.
Now in all seriousness, folks, what are we going to do? Jeffy is in trouble.
- Get him an extra heavy duty tin foil hat?
- Send him a copy of the Criminal Law Coloring Book so he can have something to do in prison?
- Get him on a Zoom call with Sidney Powell? She talks with decapitated time travelers, maybe they can go to the future and see how much time Clark gets, ya spose?
- Put Trump’s accountant’s number on a demon dialer, so that Clark can keep trying to get a check from Trump? And the demon dialer can fight the other demons, so there’s that.
- Send him a copy of Rick Wilson’s book, “Everything Trump Touches Dies.”
This is how these trials are shaping up. Donald Trump found the biggest group of losers that the world has ever seen collected in one place, at least since the days of Adolf Hitler, and now we’re going to see them all go to prison. And it will not be pretty. Hilarious yes, pretty no.
My prediction is that when all this is said and done, G. Gordon Liddy is going to look sane and rational by comparison.
Foil hat? Hell, get him a colander to wear on his little pin head.
I didn’t get into Game of Thrones the way many people did but a good friend I made after moving to NC was into it and she gave me a box set of the first couple of seasons. I never finished it but watched episodes well into season two. I recall one where the character played by Emelia Clarke’s brother who’d given her to the leader of the warrior tribe in exchange for making him ruler of Westeros got all pi$$y about his brother in law not making enough effort to hold up his end of the bargain. A kettle was over a fire and gold artififacts his people had taken as the pillaged and raped their way through mor countryside were being melted down. He stands up, puts something on his hands and carries the kettle over to the a-hole would-be-king brother and says something along the lines of you demand your crown? Then, pouring the molten gold over the dude’s head (killing him of course and in a particularly agonizing way) proclaims “A gold crown for a golden king.” I’m not saying someone should pour molten aluminum over Clark’s head but pouring out enough over a mold to make a sort of helmet a couple inches thick might be what Clark needs!
A,friend’s MiL, diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia used to.stand in her yard banging pots to silence the thoughts being beamed into.her brain by the CIA. She refused to.take her meds. I suggested telling her to line her colander with tin foil because the meds only work that way, and that banging pots at 3 a.m. was what they wanted her to do so she would look crazy.
a Pastafarian he is not. he should not try to emulate their delightful goofiness, he doesn’t have the personality for it.
“G. Gordon Liddy is going to look sane and rational by comparison.”
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Nah, they’re just all as crazy.
When, not if, one reads the INDICTMENT, the chronological order is just breathtaking. It reads like a mystery novel, it is so well done. Keep the dates in mind as you read. It really picks up in the week leading up to December 14. Great stuff there.
The eventual movie will be epic.
Hook Jeff up with a call to Sidney. They just might inadvertently reveal other indefensible gems to be used against him, by the “… witches, spiritualists, mediums, those with spirit animals …” he has alluded to. Down the rabbit hole you go, Jeff. Down the rabbit hole, where you think you’ll be safer. Not.
“I’m late,I’m late for a very important date.”
Seems the time space continuum just found you on a very detailed map.
I wouldn’t waste the time needed to fashion even the crappiest of tinfoil hats. But if I had his address I’d gladly have Instacart deliver a large roll of heavy-duty aluminum foil to his house! With a nice tip for the driver. Easily worth twenty bucks! Maybe his neighbors, sane ones with mischievous teens will start make a “wink & nod” comment about tossing rolls of aluminum foil on his lawn. Something like “Sounds like Clark needs a tinfoil hat. Now, don’t YOU and your friends go getting ideas and buy a roll of the stuff when you’re out late and go tossing it on his lawn. I’d be SO (here’s where the exaggerated wink comes in!) upset with you if you did something like that!”
Leading nut job in Trump World has great competitors. Sidney Powell is one of my favorite despicable contender,s but they all need to do jail time.
We can’t let Clark’s traitorous conduct be excused by a phony defense. Tale it like a man, bitch.
Remember, Vincent “The Chin” Gigante, one of the mob bosses, tried that. This macho-tough-guy wandered around a New York park in his bathrobe and boxers for years. He died at 77 during RICO charges.
I am a Wiccan witch and I will.swear I didn’t attack anyone magically. I.might do a freezer spell to freeze their ability to harm this country try,but that’s it. Think of it as praying for the well-being of America.