At the Al Smith charity dinner, Trump laid a trap for the elites and unleashed his vengeance on a gathering of effete plutocrats, smug globalist whores, lapdog media hacks, intellectually inbred urbanites, and the Wicked Bitch herself. You have to see this video to believe it, and if you ever doubted Trump’s sincerity or his commitment to destroy the old order and throw the corrupt money-changers out of the American temple, doubt no more.
Trump channeled the spirits of Skittles Man, Bring Da Movies kid, and Birthday Cat combined and went the Full ZFG Shitlord on a congregation of aristocratic shitlib scum. He nuked the ruling class and the Clinton Machine from orbit and took a piss on their smoldering ashes.
If you were disappointed that Twatter Trump didn’t make a grand entrance at the debates, well this is the UNCUT RAW TRUMPOCALYPSE you were waiting for:
THE ABSOLUTE SAVAGE (for telling the truth).
Trump got his revenge. For this:
For the dying and discredited legacy media’s Hillary-shilling, suckered into covering the killshots he couldn’t make at the debates.
For the insulated and decadent elites and their phony back-scratching rituals and mean-spirited sneering at non-elite White Americans:
Hopefully after Trump’s bravura impressionistic performance as Kull the Conqueror at this disgusting elite trough dinner he will end that and other phoney baloney traditions in favor of much more based gatherings and events.
I am 2000% sure he can function at all levels of culture from highest to lowest, but this sort of pseudo aristocratic gathering, especially when full like a blocked toilet of skypes, journalists and political parasites, is unAmerican. It’s un-Anglosphere. Anglosphere equivalents would never be catholic for starters or honor any other collectivist internationalist cabal. And there’d be senior front line soldiers and naval men front and center, as well as real cultural leaders.
Instead Trump got to carve his way through the soft underbelly of the synagogue of satan, which is cool, but hopefully to be consigned to the trash heap of history.
But they should screen his speech in full every Christmas.
And of course he got his revenge on the infirm Queen of Cunts, Hillary Rotten Clinton, for her lies and backroom dealings and self-enrichment scheming and last-minute malicious slandering of Trump’s character through bribed proxies.
The Queen and her courtiers didn’t see the blade swinging. They thought Trump was an entertainer, at the end of the day just another narcissist elitist like themselves, in on the joke and happy to yuk it up congenially with fellow plutocrats as middle America suffered under miseries visited upon them by the rulers in whom they put their faith.
But Trump is not like them. He’s a wealthy businessman with a commoner’s touch, and a honed sense for traitorous nümale-ocracy bullshit earned from decades immersed in New York real estate and politics. He knows where to find the underbelly of the lickspittle media and their scumbag Bezosian paymasters, and he studied them, watched as they betrayed him….and waited…
then plunged the knife in to the hilt.
Savor this moment when the elites realized they were more than the butt of Trump’s jokes; they were the target of his contempt:
And thecunt’s reaction?
Under the robot shell, the misshapen reptile inside screams with fear.
Trump didn’t wield a shiv at this dinner. He hoisted a war scythe and started lopping off heads. He was Hop-Frog to the terror-stricken Establishment.
This time, the time for yukking it up with the Establishment is over. Watch as Trump the court jester begins with his routine of juggling several glistening knives in the air, for the amusement of the white-tie audience, then calmly collects them one by one into his hands, and throws them straight into the chests of the plutocrats and the media.
The courtiers mocked him as a reality TV clown, and struck cruel blows against his little-people supporters whenever they felt like a little entertainment. So the jester decides to put on a show for the court where “Trump acts like Trump” and they’re all laughing along with the act. He convinces them it would be a riot for them to put on wax masks showing elitist caricatures, then begins a fire-breathing routine — only to spit the fire right onto their masks. As the courtiers scramble around the ballroom with their faces ablaze, the jester and his little-people companions storm out and burn down the rest of the palace.
Whatever happens November 8, know this….everything’s changed.
Related: Pat Buchanan on the panicked establishment.
PS: Cucks are delusional if they think Guacbowl or Foamboi would have been more viable candidates to beat thecunt. Could you imagine the ball-less beta wonder Jeb at this dinner? He would have spent the whole speech mocking his own low energy and then honored thecunt for her service at State. Afterwards, he would have congratulated Hillary for her upcoming win and reminded her to pass amnesty as part of her first 100 days in office.