Trump seems to be prescient. His Twatter timeline going back years is filled with quasi-predictions that have come true. Twatline 2013: Trump tweets that thecunt’s lesbian lover Huma Abedin (IT’S HABEDIN!) is a national security risk because her husband is the notorious “pervert” Anthony Weiner who would have access to State Department emails through Huma.
Fast forward 2016: FBI reopens a nation-wde, multiple-office investigation of thecunt’s emails and the Clinton Foundation, based on a treasure trove of auto-synced emails that were stored on Huma’s husband’s HAZMAT classified faptop. All information gathered so far points to a Clinton crime syndicate so vast and brazen it may go down history as the greatest political scandal in American history.
Is Trump a prophet? Maybe. More likely, Trump knew all this shit would hit the fan because he was an insider who remembered the garbage hour secrets that party guests would spill to him. A charming, New York real estate magnate and international playboy who golfed with Bill Clinton and attended (and hosted) soirees with various high level political functionaries would have the scoop on a lot of dirt. I’ve no doubt Bill himself leaked a few juicy tidbits about the corruption going on at the Clinton Foundation to Trump. They were buddies, then.
PUAs have a term for the world of women that most men (read: beta males) never see: the Secret Society. In this world, a few crimson pilled alpha men with social connections and a raging sense of ballsy self-entitlement have no-strings-attached sexual access to the hottest and tightest pussy. Trump is, or rather was until he decided to cash it all in and take on the entire rotten system as one man on a mission from Kek, a member of the elite secret society, an eyes wide shut club of billionaires, movers and shakers, and powerful politicians.
In this Bilderburgian, Bezosian secret society that Trump inhabited, a trusted, happy-go-lucky, superficially buffoonish insider like Trump would be privy to the whispered intimations of fraud, venality, and graft by tipsy (and flirty) scions of the ruling class.
I guess what I’m saying is it could only have been Trump, or a Trump-like figure, for this moment. A reckless, zero fucks given, brash, BALLS TO THE MEXICAN WALL secret society billionaire with a true heartfelt affinity for salt of the earth Americans, and a lifetime’s cache of perfidious dealings drunkenly confessed by self-satisfied elites that, if revealed to the public, could take down the most corrupt political dynasty in history. God protect him, because he has pierced the heart of hell….and hell never gives up quietly.
whorefinder writes that The Trump is The Batman.
It just hit me: Trump is fucking Batman.
Why? Simple: the common portrayal of Batman he is in his Bruce Wayne persona is that of a stupid, impulsive, thoughtless, carefree playboy. In all incarnations (except the fabulous 1990s Animated Series version, which gets a ghetto pass because fucking awesome), Batman deliberately cultivates the air-headed drunk frat boy persona to throw suspicion off himself and to get his party mates to spill the beans to him without thinking he’d remember or understand.
It’s only as Batman does he use this information to plot cold, calculated, very intricate and long-term plans to take down the evil. Because Batman’s real superpower is always planning more and harder than the other guy.
Trump’s buffoonish TV persona is Batman’s Bruce Wayne persona. And as Batman is the savior of Gotham, Trumpenking is the savior of America.
All hail the Dark Knight of America rape!