Barack Hussein Obama His Own Self, was there, preaching about the glories of mail-in ballots and the evils of having to have an ID when you go vote. San Fran Nan was there, half in the tank as always. Slick Willie was there, his visage increasingly that of a wraith from a horror film, which is the only way one would expect a long-time running buddy of Jeffrey Epstein to age. Hell, they even rolled out George W. Bush, who likely knew Mr. Lewis about as well as he knew me.
Because this funeral wasn’t a funeral at all: Like the “funerals” for John McCain and Aretha Franklin and George Floyd before it, this was just another chance to brainwash the public and take shots at the Bad Orange Man who isn’t part of their club. That’s all it was: a gaudy and disgusting spectacle that has become sadly typical of the Swamp in general and Democrats in particular.
See, they can all do this thing that you can’t because they’re your betters. Just like Dr. Fauci can go to a baseball game and yuck it up in the stands while he ignores his own dictates that have become a oppressive part of your lives. They’re the elite; the segment of our society that gets to ignore all of the stuff they tell you you must do or be tossed in jail.
If you don’t believe me, just watch and learn. Herman Cain, a hero for conservatives everywhere and a truly great American, died yesterday. Let’s watch and see if he gets a nationally-televised funeral in a church filled with Swamplings. Let’s watch and see if he gets a send-off in a church filled with people, period.
What Cain has received already instead is derision from the corrupt news media. Pretty much every outlet knee-jerked to the narrative that “Cain, who refused to wear a mask, died after he was diagnosed with COVID-19 just 9 days after attending a rally for President Trump in Tulsa.” To the Associated Press, the New York Times, Politico, CNN, MSNBC and all of the TV networks, that is apparently the story of Herman Cain’s life in its entirety.
For those unaware, Herman Cain was born in 1945 in Atlanta, the son of a father who worked variously as a barber, a chauffeur and a janitor and a mother who worked as a maid. Hard working, great Americans. Cain himself followed his parents’ example to become a hard-working, great American in his own right.
After putting himself through college and receiving a degree in mathematics from Morehouse College, Cain served his country as a civilian systems analyst for the Department of the Navy. He then moved into the business world, where he rose to national prominence, ultimately becoming the CEO of Godfather’s Pizza and the Chairman of the National Restaurant Association.
He ran for the GOP presidential nomination in 2012, a nomination that ultimately went to the Swampling RINO Mitt Romney, with disastrous results. Cain was running a strong race until it was revealed he had had an extra-marital affair, something that would have been a badge of honor for any Democrat, but which gave the corrupt media an excuse to hound him out of the race.
There will be no nationally-televised funeral for Mr. Cain. His body will not lie in state at the nation’s capitol. He won’t have 4 or 5 separate memorial services over a span of 10 days, as did McCain and Floyd and Lewis. Al Sharpton won’t be invited to deliver an hour-long, hate-filled diatribe. The Clintons will not travel to his funeral from Chappaqua, nor the Bushes from their ranch in Texas. Obama His Own Self will not deliver a eulogy filled with messages about mail-in voting or voter ID.
Herman Cain won’t received send-offs from those former presidents, but he did get this tribute from the current one:
Rest in Peace, Herman Cain. Rest in the knowledge that, because you are neither a Swampling nor, like George Floyd, a convenient false idol being used by Democrats to justify mass riots, your funeral will be an actual, dignified funeral, not a disgusting political rally officiated by the fading wraiths of the elite. ✪