Tweedle-Kamala & Tweedle-Timmy

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f we lived in a society that encouraged talented people to run for political office, Tweedle-Kammy and Tweedle-Timmy would be unknown. Because our political system excels at promoting mediocre minds attached to lost souls, the Democrat Party gives us a babbling baboon and a cackling hyena for veep and president candidates.

I thought Tweedle-Kammy had a monopoly on obnoxious laughing, but I was wrong.  Every time a camera pans over to Tweedle-Timmy, his head is thrown back in a chortling fit. Every subject seems so funny to him.  Food and fuel costs are a nightmare, Tim. Ha-ha-ha!  Foreign nationals are killing Americans on neighborhood streets. Tee-hee-hee!  You misrepresented your military rank and service record.  Hey now, that’s not funny!  You’re right, coward. None of it is funny at all.

It’s increasingly clear that the Tweedle-Twins constatly laugh because they have nothing significant to say or offer. Or rather, anything significant they might say, they can’t admit until after the election. As Nancy Pelosi would tell us, you have to vote the Tweedle-Twins into office before you can find out how they plan to screw over America. Nobody wants to vote for open borders and mass amnesty for foreigners. Nobody wants to vote for more spending and inflation. Nobody wants to vote for social credit scores and expanded government regulation. Because the Tweedle-twins can’t say what they want, they must laugh during all the awkward silence. It’s just weird.

However, Democrats are the party of weird. For them, moms and dads are boring. Families are bad. White people are evil. And individual liberty is repulsive. They are the party of she-hes, xirs, poly-whatevers and subjective truths. They don’t have time to think about sound money or global peace because they’re too busy fighting linguistic battles against hetero-cis-normativity, unconscious bias, systemic racism, and the dreaded patriarchy.  

They are very serious when they tell you that “men” get pregnant and that “women” pee standing up. They want you to know that Jews can’t be trusted, except the ones who give money to their campaigns. They want you to know that war is nothing but slaughter for profit, except the one in Ukraine. They want you to know that too many criminals are behind bars and that too many political foes are still free. They want you to know that this country is such an awful place that we simply can’t keep foreigners from breaking in. They want you to know that only Democrats can save America…by fundamentally transforming it into communist China. Like a heroin addict seeking a quick fix, Democrats inject weird right into their vegan veins.

Dim-Dems keep celebrating Tweedle-Timmy as “America’s dad.”  Every time I hear that, I throw up a little in my mouth. What kind of dads do Dim-Dems have? Dads go off to war when necessary, protect their families daily and regularly convey strength. Tweedle-Timmy ran from battle and let the Twin Cities burn on his watch. He prances around like a glam girl and is nuttier than a fruitcake. When he was a high school teacher, he volunteered to help students with conflicted feelings about their sexual identities. 

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Maybe all that was on the up-and-up, but when prominent Democrats brag about “Coach Walz” being a “sexual advisor” for adolescents, I find it hard not to picture him wearing an oversized furry costume and begging kids to call him, “Timmy Bear.”  (My apologies for putting that weirdness in your brains.) Timmy Bear as “America’s dad” makes about as much sense as RuPaul being “America’s mother.”   

No wonder Kamala drinks.  But keep that to yourselves because it’s supposed to be a secret. The corporate presstitutes do their best to hide Tweedle-Tipsy from the public, and the social media censors punish those who notice. Apparently we’re not allowed to talk about the fact that whenever Kam-Kam chats with reporters (not often), she sounds like she’s one chug away from breaking out in a bout of drunken karaoke:  

“I remember…I remember…this one time…it was beautiful, right…you know what I’m talking about…Britney Spears, right…you go, girl…it’s like when you do something that you didn’t even know you could do until you did it, and you’re like, I did that, didn’t I…so vote for Kamala…I mean me for president…It’s wonderful, right?”  

Guys (and gals with penises), she’s not drunk. She just has a very serious stutter. Oh, Kamala (I hope you pronounced her name correctly in your mind just now!) has something more to say: Stuttering is a very serious condition, guys…like Joe Biden, he’s the best, right…he has a stutter, and I can’t ever understand anything he says…I must have caught it from him…ha ha…Kamala!…Right?

Right, whatever you say, Kamala! To be sure, the White House has been home to plenty of drunks over the years. But has it ever been home to a half-Indian, half-Jamaican with a fake southern accent who pretends to be from the ‘hood while drinking? (Hillary, put your hand down.) I don’t think so! Now that’s diversity!

I have no knack for political correctness. The very idea of some invisible government hobgoblin sitting in judgment of my speech offends me. So I will give it to you straight: the Democrat Party is a dangerous collection of loonies and degenerates who will eventually overdose on raw political power. Outside the United Center in Chicago this week, all manner of freaks have shown up to variously celebrate or condemn Tweedle-Kammy’s coronation. There are Jew-haters who wish death to Israel. There are women (I think; after all, what’s a woman?) dressed up as birth control pills. There are global warming fearmongers who openly wish for government authorities to depopulate the planet. There are pedophile-apologists who push all kinds of perversions as perfectly healthy. There are idiot agitators, moronic race hustlers, and imbecilic Antifa gangsters who all want to wage war on the police. 

Planned Parenthood has a mobile van set up in case any expectant mothers would like to kill their babies. And whether all these violent crackpots are for or against Kamala Harris today, they will all vote for her and support her communist policies tomorrow (and vote more than once in Democrat-controlled precincts).  

Inside the United Center where Dim-Dem elites are protected from the riffraff outside, a similar insanity has prevailed.  Harpy Hillary Clinton bragged about Democrats’ use of the criminal justice system to imprison political opponents. Outgoing puppet Joe Biden repeated the same outrageous lies about President Trump, while angrily denouncing his voters as racists, insurrectionists, and rubes (talk about the Democrat pot calling the MAGA kettle black!).  

In one particularly obscene instance of Democrat psychopathy, Kentucky Governor Andy Beshear decided to bash JD Vance’s pro-life convictions by wishing for his wife to be raped and impregnated by her rapist.  (Real classy, Andy.) In terms of their madness and propensity for violence, there is little to differentiate the kooks setting things on fire outside the arena from the kooks setting rhetorical fires inside. They’re all communists. It’s just that the ones paid to pimp the party to American normals try not to use the “c” word while onstage.  

No wonder Tweedle-Kammy and Tweedle-Timmy visit gas stations and sandwich shops to pretend that they’re like everyone else.  Normal doesn’t come naturally to them. So they laugh…loudly.✪

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