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A Prayer For President Trump

From an emailer,

CH: pray for him, our president is besieged by evil forces …

This is the prayer I say for the President every day. I heard some minister at a Trump rally before the election say the bit about 12 legions of angels encamping, and I have used it ever since:

Lord, send twelve legions of angels to encamp about President Trump, to protect him from his enemies, and to thwart their evil plans.

So far it’s working.

I’m not a prayerful man, but when I do pray, it’s to guard and guide MY PRESIDENT. This prayer is short, sweet, and full of MAGA love.

ps not ironic, glib, or sarcastic. I give you this post in the spirit of utmost sincerity.

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…and to trigger the yenta within to queef out her last dusty spore.

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Inseparable Bonds

Cracks of sunlight through tear-submerged rain.

When I’m old, and memories weighty and small have escaped to the shadows irretrievable, three moments will stay with me, clear and crisp and achingly resonant to the end:

my first fuck

my first love

the day Donald J Trump was elected President.

No one can take these away from me. I cherish them all.

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Reframe Of The Day

Kudos to anonymous for this stellar reframe,

Look at it this way.

Most “men” stay with a woman because they fear losing what they have.

What they should be asking themselves instead is this:

“Why am I willing to lose the potential of all other options in life for this one person?”

If you don’t have a rock solid answer for that, then she’s not worth keeping.

Love is weighing all your competing options, present and future, in the balance and judging them wanting compared to the woman you call yours.

What is not love: gratitude for being rescued by your woman from a life of romantic famine.

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Via Lovekraft, a Faceborg post (reposted on Reddit) worth reading in full, condensing recent history into a clear and concise explainer for toxically self-deluding and malicious shitlibs:

To all the people who let this election break up families and friends let this sink in I think the last civil conversations we had occurred just days before November 8, 2016. You were supremely confident Hillary Clinton would win the presidential election; you voted for her with glee. As a lifelong Republican, I bit down hard and cast my vote for Donald Trump. Then the unimaginable happened. He won. And you lost your freaking minds.

I knew you would take the loss hard—and personally—since all of you were super jacked-up to elect the first woman president. But I did not imagine you would become totally deranged, attacking anyone who voted for Trump or supported his presidency as a racist, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic Nazi-sympathizer.

The weirdness started on social media late on Election Night, as it became clear Hillary was going to lose. A few of you actually admitted that you were cradling your sleeping children, weeping, wondering what to tell your kindergartner the next morning about Trump’s victory. It continued over the next several days. Some of you seriously expressed fear about modern-day concentration camps. Despite living a privileged lifestyle, you were suddenly a casualty of the white patriarchy. Your daughters were future victims; your sons were predators-in-waiting. You threatened to leave Facebook because you could no longer enjoy the family photos or vacation posts from people who, once friends, became Literal Hitlers to you on November 8 because they voted for Donald Trump.

I admit I was a little hurt at first. The attacks against us Trump voters were so personal and so vicious that I did not think it could be sustained. I thought maybe you would regain your sanity after some turkey and egg nog.

But you did not. You got worse. And I went from sad to angry to where I am today: Amused. As the whole charade you have been suckered into over the last 18 months starts to fall apart—that Trump would not survive his presidency; he would be betrayed by his own staff, family, and/or political party; he would destroy the Republican Party; he would be declared mentally ill and removed from office; he would be handcuffed and dragged out of the White House by Robert Mueller for “colluding” with Russia—let me remind you what complete fools you have made of yourselves. Not to mention how you’ve been fooled by the media, the Democratic Party, and your new heroes on the NeverTrump Right.

On November 9, you awoke from a self-induced, eight-year-long political coma to find that White House press secretaries shade the truth and top presidential advisors run political cover for their boss. You were shocked to discover that presidents exaggerate, even lie, on occasion. You became interested for the first time about the travel accommodations, office expenses, and lobbyist pals of administration officials. You started counting how many rounds of golf the president played. You suddenly thought it was fine to mock the first lady now that she wasn’t Michelle Obama. Once you removed your pussy hat after attending the Women’s March, you made fun of Kellyanne Conway’s hair, Sarah Sanders’ weight, Melania Trump’s shoes, Hope Hicks’ death stare; you helped fuel a rumor started by a bottom-feeding author that U.N. Ambassador Nikki Haley slept with Donald Trump. You thought it was A-OK that Betsy DeVos was nearly physically assaulted and routinely heckled. You glorified a woman who has sex on camera for a paycheck.

You have learned all kinds of new things that those of us who didn’t willfully ignore politics for the past eight years already knew. For example, we already knew that illegal immigrants were being deported and families were being separated.

Some of your behavior has been kinda cute. It was endearing to watch you become experts on the Logan Act, the Hatch Act, the Second Amendment, the 25th Amendment, and the Emoluments Clause. You developed a new crush on Mitt Romney after calling him a “sexist” for having “binders full of women.” You longed for a redux of the presidency of George W. Bush, a man you once wanted imprisoned for war crimes. Ditto for John McCain. You embraced people like Bill Kristol and David Frum without knowing anything about their histories of shotgunning the Iraq War.

Classified emails shared by Hillary Clinton? Who cares! Devin Nunes wanting to declassify crucial information of the public interest? Traitor! But your newfound admiration and fealty to law enforcement really has been a fascinating transformation. Wasn’t it just last fall that I saw you loudly supporting professional athletes who were protesting police brutality by kneeling during the national anthem? Remember how you fanboyed a mediocre quarterback for wearing socks that depicted cops as pigs?

But now you sound like paid spokesmen for the Fraternal Order of Police. You insist that any legitimate criticism of the misconduct and possibile criminality that occured at the Justice Department and FBI is an “attack on law enforcement.” While you once opposed the Patriot Act because it might have allowed the federal government to spy on terrorists who were using the local library to learn how to make suitcase bombs, you now fully support the unchecked power of a secret court to look into the phone calls, text messages and emails of an American citizen because he volunteered for the Trump campaign for a few months. Spying on terrorists, circa 2002: Bad. Spying on Carter Page, circa 2017: The highest form of patriotism.

And that white, male patriarchy that you were convinced would strip away basic rights and silence any opposition after Trump won? That fear has apparently been washed away as you hang on every word uttered by James Comey, John Brennan, and James Clapper. This triumvirate is exhibit “A” of the old-boy network, and represents how the insularity, arrogance, and cover-your-tracks mentality of the white-male power structure still prevails. Yet, instead of rising up against it, you are buying their books, retweeting their Twitter rants and blasting anyone who dares to question their testicular authority. Your pussy hat must be very sad.

But your daily meltdowns about Trump-Russia election collusion have been the most entertaining to observe. After Robert Mueller was appointed as Special Counsel, you were absolutely convinced it would result in Trump’s arrest and/or impeachment. Some of you insisted that Trump wouldn’t last beyond 2017. You quickly swallowed any chum tossed at you by the Trump-hating media on MSNBC, the New York Times and the Washington Post about who was going down next, or who would flip on the president.

For the past year, I have watched you obsess over a rotating cast of characters: Paul Manafort, Donald Trump, Jr., Jared Kushner, Carter Page, Reince Priebus, Jeff Sessions, Michael Flynn, Steve Bannon, Sam Nunberg, and Hope Hicks are just a few of the people you thought would turn on Trump or hasten his political demise. But when those fantasies didn’t come true, you turned to Michael Avenatti and Stormy Daniels for hope and inspiration. It will always be your low point. Well, I think it will be. Each time I believe you’ve hit bottom, you come up with a new baseline. Perhaps defending the unprecedented use of federal power to spy on political foes then lie about it will the next nail in your credibility coffin.

The next several weeks will be tough for you. I think Americans will learn some very hard truths about what happened in the previous administration and how we purposely have been misled by powerful leaders and the news media. I wish I could see you as a victim here, but you are not. I know you are smart; you chose to support this insurgency with your eyes wide open.

Julie Kelly American Greatness

“But it was just Russian bots who voted for Trump” — The Strapon Within

I have nothing to add. This was a beautiful ray of truth from Julie Kelly, piercing a veil of shitlib lies, distortions, and delusions.

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Men and women love differently.

I don’t mean they feel differently when in love. The emotional flavor of love feels I’d imagine the same for men and women. A sizzling of the neurons, a swelling of the thorax, a stinging of the loins. The heart palpates for anticipated meetings.

I mean what’s different is what causes love to erupt in men and women.

A man’s nice body and face can arouse a woman, but it’s not the source of her love for him. His physical features are fuel for a few weeks twixt the sheets. A woman’s deep, true, sensual love is triggered instead by a man’s attitude, his charisma, his dominance, his SELF-POSSESSION. When she idly daydreams of him, it’s that smirky sparkle and the way he speaks to her that flutters her labial shutters.

A man’s love can and often is triggered almost entirely by a woman’s body and face. Love at first sight is a timeless trope passed along by generations of romantic men because it is men who are wont to fall deeply in love with a woman merely at the sight of her exquisite beauty and banging body. Women often don’t understand this about men, and as such women will project their own love triggers onto men, and wonder, befuddled, how it is a man can fall in love with a woman after a few minutes visually soaking her up. This explains why attractive women have the bad habit of castigating easily smitten men as “creeps”, because filtered through a woman’s evolved sensibility it *is* creepy to fall in love with a man simply by looking at him and not delving more rigorously into his anima. Women don’t drink from the same love potion, and so, being the solipsistic sex, women assume the love potion form which men drink is a toxic brew.

Of course, men also fall MORE deeply in love with a beautiful woman if she also has a feminine disposition and shares traits and values with him (#1: she gets his humor). This is the kind of cementing love that is familiar to women, who operate near or at this level from the first date, always with a mind and a heart toward a stronger connection than that which is obtained via visual inspection.

I sometimes suspect that on the basis of their primal lust coupled with their yearning romanticism, men love more powerfully than most women, but a few women who have had the pleasure to submit to a dominant alpha male will love more powerfully than anything in the universe, even stronger than a mother’s love for child.

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This is real:

Beautiful on the inside as well as the outside, Melania wore this jacket on her way to visit border babbies. She was obviously sending a message to phonyfuck virtue signaling self-righteous sanctimonious shitlibs screeching hysterically about a twenty year old border apprehension policy that temporarily separates children from parents until the parents’ fake asylum claims have been reviewed…AND FOUND WANTING.

For this epic troll, the MOAB of trolls, I award Melania the coveted Shiv of the Week.

*hands golden shiv to melania*

*melania lightly grips it in a delicate feminine hand, running the pointer finger of her other hand along the edge of the blade, the sparkles of the shiv matched in luminescence by her hot rod red fingernail polish*

“do you think i didn’t pick up a thing or two watching my husband deal with scum in rat-infested new york?” she purrs.

Melania is the only First Lady about whom I’ve wondered what she’s like in bed. Sensuous, I bet.

Between Corey Lewandowski’s WOMP WOMP and Melania’s triggerjacket, it almost feels like we’ve turned a corner in the battle between the degenerate freak mafia and the MAGAmen, and we shitlords are now on offense, beating the freaks back to their hug boxes.

I’m not the only one to notice the change in momentum:

The snipdick blue ticks accounted for.

FYI it’s very easy to push the already mentally ill over the edge. A WOMP WOMP here, a jacket there, and a ‘umble blog outpost of realtalk dedicated to opening hearts and minds playing the background score, and mass shitlib suicides are not far off.

PS Monkfish adds,

Nothing a woman wears is by accident. Now we’ll be spending the next week’s news cycle talking about Melania’s jacket instead of Mexican children in dog kennels. Do our enemies never learn?

White shitlibs aren’t as SMRT as they like to imagine themselves. Their abstraction-weighted intelligence leaves them vulnerable to the reality-grounded concrete intelligence of the Chad. Cucks are beginning to learn this lesson: be more like Trump and less like an insecure lackey trying to win the admiration of your enemies.

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