“The media’s going to go nuts,” brays Mike Lindell in Minden, Nevada today. He’s up there along with the other MAGA dead heads awaiting the appearance, or perhaps we should say the apparition, of Donald Trump, floofy sprayed hair, bronzer and all.

Yes, Nevada being a swing state, Trump is making an appearance in the Carson Valley, about an hour south of Reno (and tomorrow he goes to Arizona, same deal.)  It crossed my mind to go up to Minden and introduce myself to Mike Lindell, but in all truth, I’ve been way too under the weather to make any kind of a journey like that. And who knows? Lindell may have told the crowd to go Day Of The Locust on me and then where would I be?

Back to “reality,” here is Lindell assuring the world of his irrefutable evidence. One.More.Time.

Umm….so why didn’t Trump sign the paper, that would reveal the identity of the whistleblower and let the entire world know The Truth? Did anybody catch what happened?

And of course it gets worse. What else would it do?

Here are a group of “front row Joes” (I think front row hoes is more descriptive, personally) a piece of parlance lifted from the Grateful Dead followers. They love Viktor Orban and Vladimir Putin. But on the other hand, they can pronounce “Nevada” properly (not Ne-vahhhh-duh) so I do give points for that. Ivanka Trump, just BTW, says, Ne-vahhhh-duh.

“I grew up under the Russian thing and I love Poo-tin.” “He wants to clean them out, biochemical.”

Isn’t this terrific, on American soil? My knee jerk reaction was, if you loved the “Russian thing” so much, why not go the hell back there?

Here’s a little musical interlude for you, mercifully short, since this clown can’t carry a tune in a bucket. “Trump fought the law but we know Trump won.” Righto, pal. Sing it to yourself in the shower when the DOJ perp walks your idol.

Here’s a great one. Trump the good father.

“They don’t smoke, they don’t drink, well, one of them blows mountains of coke regularly but hey, nobody’s perfect, right?”

Here’s a MAGA imploring us to “use your brain, do the research.”

Four more hours of this, I’m told, before the Great Orange One rises from the pumpkin patch and ascends the stage, to glow in the dark and lend his brand of bronzed magic to local GOP candidates.

Once again I fall to the ground and pray, please, please, let the chips fall the right way on election day. Get Out The Vote friends, whatever you do. Get Out The Vote.

 

 

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4 COMMENTS

  1. Hey I have two shopping bags full of diamonds in my bedroom closet. Believe it!!! Oh? You want to see the evidence? I’ll show you later. Along with Obama’s birth certificate from Kenya. Along with hunter biden’s hard drive. Along with the evidence the election was stolen(except for republican officials). Along with…just believe!!!!

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