Royal expert Charles Bartholomew reveals why Harry and Meghan are parasitical virtue signalling narcissists who only do things to benefit themselves. Prince Philip is currently in hospital at death’s door, but Harry and Meghan instead choose to go on celebutard chat shows.
“His grandfather is lying in a hospital fighting off an infection, and what does Harry and his parasite odalisque choose to do — talk on a vulgar banal celebrity chat show.
“If he’s not on the buses with a professional obsequious brown noser, Harry is stooping depths so low these days he might as well pick up a mop and start cleaning the diarrhoea littered floor. This disgusting betrayal of the royal family which gave him so much is a true sign that Harry’s character as a person is void of any form of decency, duty or honour.
“Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II gave the couple everything when they were in Britain. It was her generosity and kindness that was thrown back in her face in such an uncouth selfish manner by Harry and Meghan. By rejecting the goodness and generosity of the Queen of England, the couple ultimately rejected the British people as well who showed great love towards Harry and Meghan.
“Meghan Markle planned to leave the royal family before marrying Harry, as was clear in her calculating actions just after the marriage paid for by the British taxpayer was completed, and she birthed Harry’s child. Meghan not only used Harry to become a royal Duchess, but she played on the Queen’s goodwill to suddenly announce the couple were leaving for North America citing ‘press intrusion’ as a reason. Funnily enough, as soon as Harry and Meghan landed in North America, all they have been doing since is press related, courting chosen news outlets for their own selfish interests.
“There is nothing about Harry and Meghan that suggests ‘universal duty’, but only ‘selfish interest’ as they courted Netflix, and Spotify for multi-million dollar deals where they would only cheapen the monarchy to that of a celebrity freak show.
“As they fly around in gas guzzling jets all over the place, and ride in gas guzzling SUVs they choose to preach to the masses about ecological matters. Coming from a couple of freeloaders who live in a 16 bathroom McMansion in some grotesquely vulgar Hollywood neighbourhood, absolutely nothing good can be said for these virtue signalling self aggrandizing myopic narcissists.
“Former Prince Harry is a disgrace to the royal family, and has been indoctrinated by a calculating professional grifter who has allegedly birthed other children. Meghan’s lies have permanently damaged the royal family, seeing as she never had any intention of sticking around once she received her titles.
“To prevent further damage to Britain’s monarchy, it is imperative that the Sussex titles are rescinded and given to other royals who are more deserving. What about Sussex as a county? It is apparently served by a Duke and Duchess who live 5,000 miles away with no plans to return to Britain ever again. How can the people of Sussex allow this to happen, and how can the Monarchy allow this outrageous theft to continue?
“As the 99-year-old Duke of Edinburgh lies in his hospital bed, Harry and Meghan flaunt themselves on celebrity chat shows for their own benefit, not one thought is brought upon a senior royal who has dedicated his life to service and duty. Not one mention is made by these two vulgar fame-whores who were only in it for themselves, and everything else was a side show.”
The UK’s most popular horse racing festival is about to get underway, with the 2021 Cheltenham Festival kicking off on 16th March and running through to Gold Cup Day on the 19th. A definite highlight of the UK sports calendar, the four-day event features 28 races, pitting the best national hunt horses, jockeys and trainers from Britain and Ireland.
For some, Al Boum Photo might be the biggest story of the festival, but we think Rachael Blackmore’s tilt at the Champion Hurdle should be what everyone is talking about.
There has been a debate on female jockeys not getting chances in big races down the years, and, thankfully, that has started to change, albeit slowly. Blackmore rides the favourite, Honeysuckle, in the feature race on Day 1, and a victory in it would mean the highest-profile win for a female jockey.
The statistics have proven female jockeys are just as good as the male riders, but they simply have not got the chances in the biggest races. Blackmore can further emphasise that point further and cause racing’s bigwigs to have some further introspection.
A Gold Cup Hat-Trick
Al Boum Photo, a superb Irish chaser trained by Willie Mullins, is aiming for his third consecutive Gold Cup on 19th March, where a win will put him in the company of legendary horses like Arkle and Best Mate.
The Gold Cup is a ridiculously tough race to win, a gruelling three-mile slogfest with an unforgiving uphill finish. But Al Boum Photo has mastered it before – twice. His trainer has played things perfectly, keeping Al Boum Photo lightly-raced and primed for the main event. He will go off as the 3/1 favourite, but faces competition from the likes of A Plus Tard (likely saddled by Rachael Blackmore), Champ and Royal Pagaille.
Oh, Gordon. What Were You Thinking?
We won’t comment too much on the news of trainer Gordon Elliott’s suspension. It’s a breaking story, and it could change as more evidence comes to light. But the photos of the star trainer sitting atop a dead horse (the horse died during a training session) were not a good look for Elliott, or the sport of horse racing.
You need to have a passion and love horses dearly to do the job of Gordon Elliott, so you can give him the benefit of the doubt that he meant no harm. But it was ill-advised. What this means for his star horses like Envoi Allen and Tiger Roll, we will have to wait and see.
Return of the King?
On paper, Chacun Pour Soi will waltz through the field and win the Champion Chase as the untouchable odds-on favourite. But horse racing loves a comeback story, and the eye is drawn to Altior, an 8/1 shot further down the betting markets.
Altior was the undisputed king of the chasers for a few years, perhaps the best of the 21st century. He won 19 races in a row before finally snapping his streak in November 2019. He has had surgery and a couple of appearances since, but nobody really knows how he will perform here.
The head says Chacun Pour Soi, but the romantics will all want one last win from the great Altior. If it’s the latter, it will be one of the great comeback stories in racing history – perhaps eclipsing Sprinter Sacre in 2016.
Once upon a time, before the pandemic was even a whisper and when the world was full of possibility, I had a long lunch with Alexandre Hervé, now co-founder and executive creative director of the agency Romance in Paris. I can’t remember what we talked about – only that the conversation was relaxed and amusing. Perhaps I felt at home because the bistro was tucked away behind Place de Clichy, about two minutes from the street where my girlfriend (now my wife) lived back then.
Last week we had another long conversation – and this time I took notes. I’ve noticed that some advertising people seem vaguely embarrassed by what they do, as if they really want to be artists or charity workers. But Alexandre is proud of his work. Even passionate about it, which is appropriate given the name of the agency.
He wanted to work in advertising from the start. He grew up in an era when lavish spots were directed by the likes of Jean-Paul Goude or Ridley Scott. “I used to go to the cinema looking forward to seeing the ads as much as the films,” he recalls.
His career path began at the age of just 20, leading him to Euro RSCG, then Leg, famous for its Eurostar campaigns. DDB Paris was next, in 2003, as creative director. Under his watch it picked up a cargo load of Lions, as well as being named “the most awarded agency in the world” by The Gunn Report in 2012.
“Goodwill and mutual respect”
Romance was founded in 2015, with Christophe Lichtenstein. So why that name? “We came up with a lot of names, but most of them were already owned. I also felt we were no longer in an era where your name had to be aggressive. Romance was on the shortlist – and I liked the idea of creating some love between the audience and the advertiser. I don’t know if it’s the name that’s affected us or vice versa, but we try to do things that are sensitive, positive, without irony or sarcasm. We end each presentation with the words ‘Let’s start a romance’.”
The agency was originally created by DDB to pitch for the Audi business (DDB has a historic relationship with Volkswagen, as I’m sure you know). But these days, although it’s still part of the Omnicom group, it operates independently. “We’re separate agencies. Technically we could even pitch against one another, but there’s a goodwill and mutual respect between us that means we avoid being in competition.”
Romance works for many leading brands – Ricard, the sports store Decathlon and of course Audi – but it’s most admired for the series of films it has created for the supermarket Intermarché. The first was “L’Amour, L’Amour” in 2017. Rarely has an ad for a supermarket been so soaked in…well, romance. But it also reflected a reality, as each film illustrates an engagement by the retailer itself. The concept that inspired the first spot was “Helping the French eat a little better every day.”
“My two sons were teenagers at the time, and if you wanted to get people to eat better, they seemed to be the first group you’d need to convince. How do you do that? By telling them a story that touches them. After that it was just a case of acknowledging that when you’re a teenage boy at the supermarket, you tend to choose the prettiest cashier.”
The film was launched during TV talent show The Voice, when millions of French people had smartphones or tablets to hand. The social networks were soon abuzz with comments about the spot. “Rather than make an ad for social media, which people can easily ignore, we made a film for TV that they could talk about.”
The film was directed by Katia Lewkowicz, who Alex had worked with before on a Volkswagen spot. She was chosen over another contender: British director James Rouse (“Sorry, I Spent It On Myself”, for Harvey Nichols.) And in fact she and the rest of the team have returned for all of the more dramatic spots in the series.
Universal appeal
Alex says: “I wanted to go back to telling stories, which you don’t see as often in advertising these days.” And he wanted the stories to be specifically French ones, avoiding the neutrality caused, unconsciously or not, by wanting to please international awards juries. “You can’t forget your target audience. Mine is the French public. That’s why we chose Katia – she understands French attitudes to food.”
Ironically, the very Français Intermarché spots have a universal appeal. “I think it’s because they deal with emotion. There are many different forms of humour, and many different ways of being funny. But emotion – love, joy, sadness – unites us all. We’re moved by the same thing.”
All the spots have been tender, but the series hit an emotional high with “C’est Magnifique”, a Proustian tale in which a widower evokes the spirit of his late wife via her lost spaghetti sauce recipe.
“It was risky, because we were making a film for a mainstream retailer that dealt directly with death, probably for the first time in French advertising. Just like with the first film, we were walking a tightrope. If it had been badly done, it would have flopped. But we’re so demanding about the quality of the script, the cast and the directing that, in both cases, it worked.”
Popular French musician Benjamin Biolay provided the song, and everyone had a good cry. Music can be an expensive element of a commercial – and here it’s integral to the series. Alex points out that “L’Amour, L’Amour” by Mouloudji was not incredibly well known, which made it more accessible. Since then, the saga has become so renowned that musicians are keen to take part: the emerging rock band Terrenoire – fresh from their first album – barely hesitated when they were asked to contribute their song “Jusqu’à mon dernier souffle” (“Until My Last Breath”) to the Christmas spot.
This was not your average Christmas ad, either: it depicted the challenges faced by frontline medical workers during the pandemic. “I would have found it bizarre this year to make a typical Christmas ad with Santa Claus and so on. This is what we’ve all been going through. The medical workers were the heroes of the year – and I felt it was only right to pay homage to them.”
As usual, the film’s theme touched on Intermarché’s own policies. At the start of the pandemic, the retailer strengthened its commitment to supporting local suppliers. It distributed masks free of charge to hospitals and created priority checkouts for frontline staff. It also let shuttered bookstores sell books via its own website. And this Christmas, it gifted 100,000 boxes of chocolates to medical workers as a “thank you”.
The Intermarché campaign is so popular that there’s a Facebook group of viewers who reunite to watch each opus together. “Intermarché is now the preferred supermarket of French consumers. The business results have been incredible,” underlines Alex. “But we couldn’t have made these films if Intermarché was only concerned with profits. Behind the messages are genuine values.”
In fact, he says, Intermarché’s communication and social responsibility engagements are intermeshed. “We won’t work with clients who only care about money. When you can work in partnership with a client like Intermarché to shape a business model that actually gives something back to people, then you’re really doing your job as an agency.”
It’s not only U.S. Diplomats in China who are forced to get anal swabs, but now the CCP (Chinese Communist Party) is ordering Joe Biden to adopt the same Chinese system of Covid testing in America.
“I got a call from my boss Xi Jinping, today, and he said all Americans need anal swab tests done, you know, in their asses. I immediately called Dr. Fauci and told him to get swabbing. Zapata zamalala ding dong, errrrrausma, lepetoma, trauma!” Biden then started to mumble incoherent words, shaking erratically, his eyes rolled high in their sockets, as an Amazon cameraman was seen wheeling Biden away hurriedly from the White House studio set in Culver City, Los Angeles.
According to the new Chinese directive, all Americans will be forced to undergo the anal probe test.
Special drive-in anal swab test centres will require participants to park their cars, unwind their windows, and stick their naked butt holes out the car window to be anally swabbed.
“This is mandatory for all Americans. The Biden administration will be sending out letters to all Americans, so they can have their asses shafted with an anal probe,” a smiling Dr. Fauci revealed on CNN.
Former president, Barack Hussein Obama, and his wife Michael were also broadcast on the Democrat Party propaganda site CNN, where they urged all citizens to bare their buttocks and spread their cheeks to save America from the viral pandemic.
On Friday, there was a meltdown on the switchboards as many mainly homosexual men phoned the anal swab line demanding they were first in the queue to get probed.
Alex Goatse, 64, from San Francisco was desperate to get his anal rogering and phoned the line numerous times only to get an engaged tone.
“This is ridiculous, I’m a taxpayer, I pay my taxes! I demand to get my Chinese anal swab!”
As of Saturday, the whole anal swab program has been thrown into abject chaos from the sheer demand by many Americans. The government has appealed for calm, assuring that every American will get the anal swabbing they deserve, reamed by China, and with Joe Biden’s blessings.
Lady Gaga’s dog walker was shot and her two French bulldogs, Koji and Gustav, were stolen Wednesday night in Hollywood, a source close to the singer revealed.
The source said the celebrity “is offering half-a-million dollars to anyone who has her two dogs, no questions asked.”
There are many theories going around about who stole the dogs that belong to the celebrity.
The Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD) said a man was shot during a robbery before 10 p.m. outside Lady Gaga’s residence and was transported to the hospital in stable condition.
The male suspect, who looked Chinese, took the two bulldogs from the victim, used a semi-automatic handgun and fled the scene in a white sedan, according to police.
One source has allegedly come forward though, and is keeping his identity a mystery due to the nature of the crime.
“I know who took the dogs. I was walking through China Town the other day and accidentally took a wrong turn. In the alleyway were these two little bulldogs that looked suspiciously like the ones Gaga lost.
“It was dark, but I could see these Chinese cooks come out of the backdoor of a Chinese restaurant illegally open. The dogs were in cages, and the Chinese took them into the kitchen. I then heard chopping sounds after a little yelping.”
The Chinese eat dog meat all the time, and believe dog meat has special medicinal properties. There is even a dog eating festival held every year in Yulin, Guangxi Province, China where dogs are brutally skinned alive then cooked.
The man then went into the Chinese restaurant to confront the cooks but instead ordered some Chop Suey, because he said it smelled so good.
“After I finished my meal, I crunched down on something hard. It was part of a dog’s collar, it was partially readable I could only make out the letters G-U-S-T.”
After projectile vomiting over the table, the man was thrown out of the restaurant by four angry Chinese waiters, who kept saying what a waste of good food. The waiters then scraped up the vomit to put it in the Won Ton soup for other customers.
Lady Gaga’s entourage were not replying to questions about the alleged incident.
While some observers are saying the coins could be worth hundreds, if not thousands of pounds in the sun-lit uplands of a Brexit future, many of us just want to get on with it and spend the damn money now. For those of us who simply can’t wait to get the coin out of our pockets, here are seven ways you could spend it:
Make Union Jack face masks
While buying a patriotic face mask might be just out of your 50p price range, you can always get creative. Simply cut out a piece of cloth big enough to cover your face and nose from an actual UK flag, or even some Union Jack underpants. Then, cut out four holes (two from each side of the cloth) and thread through some elastic, before tying it at each end.
The true cost of this will probably be much less than 50p, so why not make a dozen and give one to your fellow Brexiteers? You’ll be killing two birds with one stone: simultaneously showing your patriotism while preventing the spread of the deadliest virus in a century. Winner!
Purchase a Scotch egg
Cabinet minister Michael Gove hit the headlines in December by suggesting that a scotch egg was a ‘substantial meal’ that could be served by pubs during lockdown – and who are we to argue?
Show your support for the Scotch egg cause: not only is it a Great British snack, but its hefty frame provides you with enough calories for several hours of energy spent championing your country.
Most supermarkets seem to have a pack of two for £1, so if it’s just the one you’re after then simply cut the pack in half before you go through the checkout – they won’t mind. Then enjoy the sweet, succulent taste of er…egg and breadcrumbs. Bliss.
Stick it all on black
The good times are coming back to the UK, and what better way to celebrate the country’s balance sheet being ‘in the black’ than by sticking the whole 50p on black in online roulette? It might not be the best roulette strategy, but look at the positives if you’re successful:
You’ve won at something
You had £1 more than you had before Brexit
You can now buy 100 penny sweets to celebrate
You can post the 100 sweets on social media as proof of how great your life is
You acquire many new sweet-loving followers
Of course, you could always lose, but let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.
Put a song on a jukebox
We’ve all missed the atmosphere of the good old-fashioned British pub during the pandemic. The taste of a pint, a joke with the landlord and the sound of that often-overlooked aspect of a pub – the jukebox.
Throw in your 50p and stick on a tune to celebrate. How about This is England by The Clash or God Save the Queen by the Sex Pistols? Both songs showcase our country’s treasure chest of musical talent.
If you can’t find the right song, or the jukebox doesn’t accept your new-fangled Brexit coin, then simply turn round and strike up a chorus of the national anthem among the regulars. Nothing better than a sing-along – and it’ll be free!
Buy 25 tea bags
One of the UK’s everlasting symbol, the humble cup of tea should be central to the nation’s future. To that end, you should make sure that you always have a nice little stock of tea bags in your cupboard. If 100 tea bags cost around two quid, then that gives us 25 of the beauties in exchange for our shiny coin.
However, it’s no good buying the things if you don’t know the correct British way to make a cuppa. ALWAYS tea bag in first, then water, milk and sugar in that order. Any other way is unpatriotic. Don’t be that person!
Give it to a homeless person
Charity begins at home, and what better way to do that than by giving your 50p to a person on the street. Not only will you be doing a good deed, but the coin’s future value might be enough to get them off the streets eventually!
Also, remember to say Happy Brexit to them when you pass them the coin – otherwise it’s bad luck. And tell them to cross their fingers and hope for the best. It works for the government so why not for us?
Throw it at a Remoaner
Now, while we would never advocate violence, maybe throwing the coin off a Remoaner’s arm might get them to shut up for a moment? If they’re not moaning about Brexit altering the economic landscape forever, they’re wittering on about something to do with the Irish peace process. Boring. Who wants peace and prosperity anyway?
Give them a quick pelt with the coin to remind them of what’s really important. That’s right: blue passports and something to do with sovereignty.
You may think you are healthy, you eat all the right foods, organic, macrobiotic whatever, but your body is still infested with microplastic particles. There’s nothing you can do about it, it’s in the vegetables, the fish, the fruit and water you ingest.
You are now, if male, practically infertile as all the bisphenol A and additives, pesticides, hormones and genetically modified food has wreaked havoc on your constitution. Seventies man had 50% more virility than you do today, as you sip your soy latte, know for sure that one squirt from a 1970s man could impregnate 30 women with no effort, but your measly sperm count is so pathetic it is little or no use to anything or anyone.
Remember when the earth was once a fresh, unpolluted paradise, where the air you breathed was clear, and the food you ate was naturally full of vitamins? When the rivers ran unpolluted, and the trees swayed heavy with fruit, and Mankind was in its infancy, simply roaming the Savannahs, and fields exploring this magnificent planet.
The earth now is a waning hinterland, its precious soils ploughed out, its resources mined to extinction, the animals know it, and the plants know it. The atmosphere today is toxic and full of heavy metals especially in regions like China. Mankind itself is an experiment that moved too quickly, to their detriment and naturally to the detriment of this planet, which was once an abundant paradise.
Caught in the middle of this unholy debacle is nature, and the biological balance that is granted by all life. When nature is subverted, it is desecrated, and once it’s gone — it’s gone forever. You cannot digitally replicate nature completely as synthetic compounds are not the same value in the chain of natural biological existence which has evolved naturally over millions of years.
We are in the last throes of Mankind, which started with great freshness, magnificent civilizations and fertile virile strength. The twilight of Mankind, now, nothing more than a diseased infected corpse where man and woman have lost their virility; where chemicals result in biological butchery, men become women, women become men, yet men cannot be men any more, and women cannot be women.
Humanity is now a browbeaten beast, there was a rise, then a middle bit, and now the arrow falls, it is a spent cartridge, a limp phallus with nowhere to go but into the blackness of space. Where the symbol of humanity before was of fearsome priapic rise, today it is of flaccid putrification, a demise not brought on by any exterior source or event, but by itself, upon its self.
When the earth is finally free of this cumbersome virus, it will let off a sigh of abject, eternal relief.
Every man will get sweaty after they see the wonderful sight of Meghan Markle getting ready in her home gym for her pregnancy in seven months time.
She performs a perfect split on the floor, then proceeds to do 10 press-ups with little or no effort. Harry is a lucky guy to have such a supple wife.
Dressed in a figure hugging leotard Meghan displays her figure for the cameras with ease, as the Hello magazine featurette will also go to pay for a small portion of the running costs of the massive Montecito estate.
Meghan then bends over abruptly and lets off a little fanny fart, it squeaks of tightness down there, and the cameraman flinches as he sniffs a hint of burrito and refried beans.
Showing off her svelte figure even in the throes of pregnancy, Meghan is a photographer’s delight, and exudes a certain energy that cannot be replicated by others.
“Here’s one for the Queen!” Meghan yells as she lifts a weight but finds it too heavy dropping the bulky object on her toe.
“Yow!” oh dear, it’s off to the changing rooms with you young lady. You need to nurse that sore toe, which one you ask, well you decide?
The Covid-19 virus and its many mutations detest lockdowns, simply because a lockdown reduces its ability to spread, not that we have ever had a proper lockdown in the UK. When these laissez-faire lockdowns end however is the time when the virus sighs in relief, because humans are its oxygen, its sustenance, and once they start their mass footfall again, it is only a matter of time before the virus gets to eat once more.
End of Lockdown Feeding Frenzy
The virus prefers big meals with multiple humans massing together, and it particularly loves the end of lockdowns because that’s when stupid humans think everything is back to normal again.
After a lockdown, there is a frenzy of human movement, simply because many have been locked down for a certain amount of time. This frenzy of human activity is the catalyst that the virus waits for to refuel on humans, and from there the steady spread of the virus continues until the next lockdown.
There is always a steady build up of infected humans after a lockdown ends, and the result is not immediate, it will take approximately two to three months after a lockdown ends for the next resultant wave to encroach upon the human population. For example, in September 2020, schools were once again opened, thus leading up to the next wave in December. The footfall presented by schools opening is a necessary function for the virus to spread, because children are the best asymptomatic carriers of the virus. Through crowded classrooms, children go home, they use public transport, and they go to the shops, or wherever, they infect their parents, their grandparents and any other adult in the vicinity. The Covid19 virus and its multiple mutations need the young to spread their pathogen to the old and vulnerable, so they can be infected and die.
UK Daily Deaths attributed to COVID-19, 2020-2021
The Covid-19 is a very efficient virus that has evolved to spread unseen utilising superspreaders in the young to transfer without any visible symptoms to the old and infirm. In fact one could say this is a very Darwinian virus, where the weak die and the strong survive, although there are genetic nuances that can affect even the visibly fit, therefore it is not a clear-cut defining theory.
Vaccinating people against one strain of virus is moot, simply because of all the other strains, and mutations that keep developing. Add into the mix, international travel, and ports of entry from the Continent, and the virus will continue its infection rate regardless of vaccination.
In terms of prepping, when you hear the bugle for lockdown end, and everyone flows into the streets again, they will be the ones getting infected, but it will be the preppers time to restock and plan ahead for the next wave of mass infection.
Over time, and multiple waves of infection, the government may realise what some already know, however this is very doubtful. As for the masses, they are mainly a lost cause, brainwashed to such a consumerist extent they have no control over themselves. It is best for them to be left to their delusional indoctrination as any attempt to educate most of them would fall on deaf ears.
For most, now is the time to rejoice and party, for the few, now is the time to prepare for the next wave.
After throwing President Trump under a bus during the Capitol Hill fiasco led by violent ANTIFA/BLM FBI agent provocateurs, Senate Minority Leader RINO, Mitch McConnell, and Nikki Haley firmly plead allegiance to their own treachery and betrayal of the American people.
“I labelled all Americans as terrorists, all citizens as terrorist insurrectionists on January 6th. I am a fat maggot traitor who deserves nothing better than to be put in the stockades, or maybe shipped to Gitmo where I would be put on a diet. I plead guilty to letting down the U.S. Constitution, betraying every covenant of the United States, and of committing High Treason by not acknowledging massive electoral fraud,” McConnell squealed from his pulpit as two U.S. Marines appeared escorting the fraudulent Senator away.
As for Senators. Richard Burr (R-NC), Susan Collins (R-Maine), Bill Cassidy (R-LA), Mitt Romney (R-UT), Ben Sasse (R-NE), Lisa Murkowski (R-AK), and Pat Toomey (R-PA), they were all led out of the Senate by a troop of Marines where their fate will be determined at a later date. Hopefully they will be detained and waterboarded daily at an undisclosed rendition location somewhere in Pakistan or Afghanistan indefinitely.
Nikki Haley, another treacherous traitor begged to be seen at Trump’s Mar-a-Lago mansion earlier in the week, but was denied by Trump, she was however emphatic that her betrayal was necessary.
“I betrayed the President, I betrayed the American people and sided with treasonous scum like Mitch McConnell. I am sorry, however I can say this to all of you, yes, I am a RINO, and a traitor to America, but look at the details, I was merely looking out for my globalist friends and their intentions to destroy U.S. hegemony in favour of the rising star of the International community — China. With this, I am also betraying my Punjabi Sikh Indian roots by siding with the Chinese communists.”
Haley was immediately escorted away crying her eyes out by two burly U.S. Marine female soldiers. Thankfully, she will never be seen again in the USA, let alone U.S. House of Representatives.
