Showing posts with label I told you so. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I told you so. Show all posts

Thursday, June 12, 2025

Always Use Enough Club













Some folks are worried there will be a nationwide repeat of Los Angeles this weekend. And that those will be provocations, to create another George Floyd poster martyr for the entire Wetback Protection Movement.

Pish-tosh. Exceed their expectations. Instead of one martyr, give them a million such. See how that fits into their plans.

Give them 10M, and the problem goes away for 100 years.

Give them 60M-70M, and it goes away forever.

The surest way to success, as every businessman will tell you, is to under-promise, and over-deliver.

And the best way to solve a multi-generational problem is to leave your enemies dead by the metric fuckton, with surprised looks on their faces. The beauty of deportation is that it doesn't matter to the deporting country whether it's dead, or alive.

QED


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Go to the 5:42 mark, and it gets really good at the 7:00 point.

Hoo buddy, fucktards, please riot in red counties like Brevard County FL.

The videos will go viral.


And BTW, we warned you turning a blind eye to endless wetback infestation would bite everyone in the ass, since before this blog began. But you kept electing endless Lindsay Grahamnestys and Marco ScrewYoubios from the GOPe RINO slate, writing endless attempts to make the invasion permanent and perpetual, and kicking the can down the road. Because the problem was just California. Now you're all Califrutopia. Ain't it hard when you discover that they really weren't where it's at, after they took from you everything they could steal? How does it feel?

Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Reality Is A Harsh Teacher

Oval Office Shocker: Turns out Pootie-poot isn't
a Republican, and you can't make a deal-deal with him.














In the timeless words of John McClane:









Shocking only to Trump, the only actual leverage the US has over the Kremlin is making sure as many of their troops get sent home in body bags as possible, until they too get a Reality Check. Which is always a happy thought when Russian leaders are being Russian leaders, since forever - paranoid, psychotic, and stuck in delusions of grandeur. On its best day, Russia is Mexico, with nuclear weapons.

Oh yeah: We Told You So.

So much for 47 playing 89-dimensional chess. We aren't surprised to get this right by Putin being Putin, as always; only that he waited 10 whole weeks to underline it in the fresh blood of civilians.

Now that Reality has entered the chat, Trump has two choices: 

a) continue his original course to make Ukraine his administration's Afghanistan withdrawal, (on the theory that the quickest and best way to end a war is to surrender, in this case by throwing an entire nation under the bus) or

b) shove an enormous barbed-wire encrusted baseball bat up Vlad's hindquarters, and break it off forcefully. (IOW, stop using your head only as a hat rack, Mr. President, and stop listening to the idiots advising the Quisling Strategy.)


If you're keeping score at home,

Aesop                    1

Any Day Now™     0