The irrepressible Lindsay is back for Perigo’s Perspective. This week, he gets exercised about the second attempt on President Trump’s life, and lying scumbag politicians, and hands the Freedom Award to…Tanya Unkovich!
I concluded last week's perspective by saying, “This debate was the second assassination attempt of this campaign. If Merchan doesn't sentence Orange to jail – which I'm sure is the plan – there will assuredly be yet another literal assassination attempt. The elites who choreograph the Dirty Dems will stop at nothing. It is they who are not just a ‘threat to democracy' but an existential threat to civilisation.”
Well, it gives me no joy to know they have struck again already.
The acting head of the Secret Service, who replaced the brick portaloo Cheatle after the first attempt, boasted that his “methodologies” were vindicated by the second shooter's being foiled just as the first one was. No, his methodologies were not vindicated. Both foilings were the result of miracles. The first, Trump's turning of his head at the crucial moment; the second, the Security Service agent's beyond-improbable spotting of a gun barrel peering out from some shrubbery – a needle in a haystack moment. But for these near-impossible strokes of luck, Orange Man Bad would be dead. Exactly as the forces behind these assassination attempts intend. They will go on doing it. At the moment they are praying for “third time lucky,” but they'll go beyond a third attempt if necessary. The “methodology” is now clear. Find a spot from which Trump can be shot at with alacrity. Allow your chosen assassin free, unimpeded access to that area hours ahead of time, to do reconnaissance and to set up. Have sufficient co-conspirators on the ground to ensure that the path remains clear for the assassin right up to the moment of the deed. When the deed has been committed, and everyone asks how a shooter with known Trump Derangement Syndrome and an AK 47 could get so close to the object of his derangement, plead lack of resources. Blame Trump's rhetoric. Say it's all Trump's fault for pointing out that illegal Haitians eat pet cats. Rinse and repeat till mission accomplished.
Decent people with eyes to see and brains to connect dots with know that this is what is going on. Most won't say so. They'll point out the heroism of the Secret Service agents not in the know who did their jobs, and gloss over the evil of those in the know as incompetence or under-resourcing. Even before this second attempt, Melania knew better, and let the world know:
Eric Trump knows it. Here's what he said right at the beginning of an interview with Sean Hannity, after the second attempt.
Rep. Tim Burchett (R-TN) knows it. Here he is with Trump Derangement Syndromer Eric Shawn, immediately after the second attempt:
Let's hope!
The inquiry into this matter must not be left to the FBI. The FBI official who briefed the media two days ago had to have his social media purged of his rabid anti-Trump posts before he could be appointed by Christopher Wray, In On It Wray, to his current position.
Florida Governor Ron De Santis would appear to realise the FBI is in on Operation Eliminate Orange. He's announced the state of Florida will be conducting its own investigation.
The core question here, to reiterate Sean Hannity, is: Given that Trump's golfing on Sunday was not on his official schedule, how did the would-be shooter know to be in exactly the right place at the right time on the golf course to bump Trump off?!
In the meantime Commie La-La carried on with her word salads, worthy of Peter Sellers I played a few weeks back, or of Sir Humphrey Appleby:
LAUGHTER AWARD [with impromptu addition]
Bill Ralston once said all politicians are lying scumbags. He was largely right. Trump is not a politician. He's an outsider who has intruded upon politicians with such impertinence that they now seek to kill him. Politicians are the lowest form of life, excreted rather than born, as Cicero said, whom our system attracts into the profession. They're driven by power and money: not their money, but the money of the other people olver whom they crave power. Given, however, that government is an objective necessity if individual rights are to be upheld, we have to figure out how to spawn a breed of politicians who are not ignoble, who are there precisely to ensure that government performs its proper function – no more, no less. Two things. One, don't pay them. Politics should be an unpaid profession, thereby ensuring that only people who have succeeded in life and can live off the fruits of that success will enter it. Orange Man Bad donated his presidential salary to charity. No salary. Expenses only. That will keep out congenital losers such as Hard Labour, the Shoplifters' Party and Te Paaaaaai Apaaaaartheid. Two: Term limits. Even those who don't do it for money might do it for power and pelf. Deprive them of it after 6 years. Let them get their jollies off some other way, as long as it's between or among consenting adults in private..
Given that the bulk of politicians in our current parliament are lying scumbags, it beggars belief – and I cannot let it go unremarked – that a few days ago, in our Parliament, this speech was delivered as part of a General Debate, celebrating the upcoming inquiry – the real one, as opposed to the whitewash of Damn Jabby Jihadi Jacinda Jackboot – into the Mengelian Marxists' Wuhan tyranny. Truly, I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. What helped me realise it was real was the heckling from the lying scumbag Hard Labour Mengelian Marxists opposite. This is Tanya Unkovich from New Zealand First [parliamentary speech]
Are we what?! To Tanya Unkovich, The Freedom Award:
FREEDOM AWARD
Back to Commie La-La finally, I heard that she was endorsed by Taylor Swift, of whom I had never heard. A female caterwauler, apparently.
What remarkably talentless garbage!
I initially thought the endorsement reference must be to Taylor Fritz, male tennis star, of whom I not only had heard but with whom I am besotted. Unrequitedly, alas. “The pangs of despised love,” as Hamlet would have lamented. But I was ready to dump him there and then if he had indeed endorsed Commie La-La. Thankfully, he had not and he remains an object of my unrequited adoration.
If we are to sport songs about lonely hearts, let them not be Taylor Swift but real music sung by real voices. I conclude with None But the Lonely Heart by Tchaikovsky sung by the late, great Leonard Warren.
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The irrepressible Lindsay is back for Perigo’s Perspective. This week, he gets exercised about the second attempt on President Trump’s life, and lying scumbag politicians, and hands the Freedom Award to…Tanya Unkovich!
I concluded last week's perspective by saying, “This debate was the second assassination attempt of this campaign. If Merchan doesn't sentence Orange to jail – which I'm sure is the plan – there will assuredly be yet another literal assassination attempt. The elites who choreograph the Dirty Dems will stop at nothing. It is they who are not just a ‘threat to democracy' but an existential threat to civilisation.”
Well, it gives me no joy to know they have struck again already.
The acting head of the Secret Service, who replaced the brick portaloo Cheatle after the first attempt, boasted that his “methodologies” were vindicated by the second shooter's being foiled just as the first one was. No, his methodologies were not vindicated. Both foilings were the result of miracles. The first, Trump's turning of his head at the crucial moment; the second, the Security Service agent's beyond-improbable spotting of a gun barrel peering out from some shrubbery – a needle in a haystack moment. But for these near-impossible strokes of luck, Orange Man Bad would be dead. Exactly as the forces behind these assassination attempts intend. They will go on doing it. At the moment they are praying for “third time lucky,” but they'll go beyond a third attempt if necessary. The “methodology” is now clear. Find a spot from which Trump can be shot at with alacrity. Allow your chosen assassin free, unimpeded access to that area hours ahead of time, to do reconnaissance and to set up. Have sufficient co-conspirators on the ground to ensure that the path remains clear for the assassin right up to the moment of the deed. When the deed has been committed, and everyone asks how a shooter with known Trump Derangement Syndrome and an AK 47 could get so close to the object of his derangement, plead lack of resources. Blame Trump's rhetoric. Say it's all Trump's fault for pointing out that illegal Haitians eat pet cats. Rinse and repeat till mission accomplished.
Decent people with eyes to see and brains to connect dots with know that this is what is going on. Most won't say so. They'll point out the heroism of the Secret Service agents not in the know who did their jobs, and gloss over the evil of those in the know as incompetence or under-resourcing. Even before this second attempt, Melania knew better, and let the world know:
Eric Trump knows it. Here's what he said right at the beginning of an interview with Sean Hannity, after the second attempt.
Rep. Tim Burchett (R-TN) knows it. Here he is with Trump Derangement Syndromer Eric Shawn, immediately after the second attempt:
Let's hope!
The inquiry into this matter must not be left to the FBI. The FBI official who briefed the media two days ago had to have his social media purged of his rabid anti-Trump posts before he could be appointed by Christopher Wray, In On It Wray, to his current position.
Florida Governor Ron De Santis would appear to realise the FBI is in on Operation Eliminate Orange. He's announced the state of Florida will be conducting its own investigation.
The core question here, to reiterate Sean Hannity, is: Given that Trump's golfing on Sunday was not on his official schedule, how did the would-be shooter know to be in exactly the right place at the right time on the golf course to bump Trump off?!
In the meantime Commie La-La carried on with her word salads, worthy of Peter Sellers I played a few weeks back, or of Sir Humphrey Appleby:
LAUGHTER AWARD [with impromptu addition]
Bill Ralston once said all politicians are lying scumbags. He was largely right. Trump is not a politician. He's an outsider who has intruded upon politicians with such impertinence that they now seek to kill him. Politicians are the lowest form of life, excreted rather than born, as Cicero said, whom our system attracts into the profession. They're driven by power and money: not their money, but the money of the other people olver whom they crave power. Given, however, that government is an objective necessity if individual rights are to be upheld, we have to figure out how to spawn a breed of politicians who are not ignoble, who are there precisely to ensure that government performs its proper function – no more, no less. Two things. One, don't pay them. Politics should be an unpaid profession, thereby ensuring that only people who have succeeded in life and can live off the fruits of that success will enter it. Orange Man Bad donated his presidential salary to charity. No salary. Expenses only. That will keep out congenital losers such as Hard Labour, the Shoplifters' Party and Te Paaaaaai Apaaaaartheid. Two: Term limits. Even those who don't do it for money might do it for power and pelf. Deprive them of it after 6 years. Let them get their jollies off some other way, as long as it's between or among consenting adults in private..
Given that the bulk of politicians in our current parliament are lying scumbags, it beggars belief – and I cannot let it go unremarked – that a few days ago, in our Parliament, this speech was delivered as part of a General Debate, celebrating the upcoming inquiry – the real one, as opposed to the whitewash of Damn Jabby Jihadi Jacinda Jackboot – into the Mengelian Marxists' Wuhan tyranny. Truly, I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. What helped me realise it was real was the heckling from the lying scumbag Hard Labour Mengelian Marxists opposite. This is Tanya Unkovich from New Zealand First [parliamentary speech]
Are we what?! To Tanya Unkovich, The Freedom Award:
FREEDOM AWARD
Back to Commie La-La finally, I heard that she was endorsed by Taylor Swift, of whom I had never heard. A female caterwauler, apparently.
What remarkably talentless garbage!
I initially thought the endorsement reference must be to Taylor Fritz, male tennis star, of whom I not only had heard but with whom I am besotted. Unrequitedly, alas. “The pangs of despised love,” as Hamlet would have lamented. But I was ready to dump him there and then if he had indeed endorsed Commie La-La. Thankfully, he had not and he remains an object of my unrequited adoration.
If we are to sport songs about lonely hearts, let them not be Taylor Swift but real music sung by real voices. I conclude with None But the Lonely Heart by Tchaikovsky sung by the late, great Leonard Warren.
