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An "Ignorant Peasant Lout" Proffers An Accurate And Honest Evaluation

Fartbreathed Fool.
Reviled Racist.
Evangelical Pseudo Christian Hypocrite.
Egregious Stupidity In Support Of An Orange Turd.
Thinks Tangerine-Tinted Trash-Can Fire is Terrific.
Hate-filled Anti-Semite.
Irrational Cultist.
Narcissistic Nincompoop.
Killing of Enemies His Foul Obsession.
Evil Servant Of Satan.

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Note: The first letter of each line spells "FreeThinke". FreeThinke, a deluded member of the Orange Turd Cult, has the habit of accusing others of his sins. For example, he recently urged me to join AA. Not Alcoholics Anonymous, but Assholes Anonymous. I'm an asshole and I'm negative because I don't support the Orange Turd. I'm positive FT supported Obama during his presidency and therefore could not be accused of negativity when the president was Black (not).

BTW, "Narcissistic Nincompoop" is a link to a WYD comment by FT in which he refers to me as an "ignorant peasant lout". As per Mr. Thinke, "ignorant peasant louts always imagine that people with unusual talents must be mad". This was in reply to a comment in which I guessed that Thinke's posting of the same comment over and over (and over again) might be sign of insanity.

"Killing of Enemies His Foul Obsession" is a link to a comment in which FT writes that he'd like to see "Marxicrats" dead. Or "pushing up daisies". A comment he follows up with an evil laugh. Thinke has also told me I should "take a douche with equal parts ammonia and muriatic acid". After which I should "gargle with hot Clorox".

This wish that I suffer an agonizing death from someone who claims to be a "Godly man". Right.

Post authored by the anti-Trump Leftist Bastard Dervish Sanders. WYM-35.

To "Overcome Good With Evil" Reason Servant Of Satan FreeThinke Comments Excessively

FreeThinke, a brainwashed member of the Orange Turd Cult, comments excessively on Who's Your Daddy, a Right-wing trumpy blog. When I say EXCESSIVELY, I am not kidding. At least 20 percent of the comments on WYD (which often reach 300-400 hundred or more) are submitted by this lunatic.

Many of the comments consist of cut and pasted poetry, modified poetry, or original poems. The purpose of the poems that he modifies (or are original) is to insult his enemies. Or wish for their deaths. Yet according to this fool, the purpose of his excessive commenting is to "overcome evil".

FreeThinke: I think you ought to take time off from your chidish SNEERING, SNIPING and JEERING and pay close attention to the fairly extensive selection of ingeniously crafted pieces of wit and wisdom I've bothered to post in order to save this thread from becoming just another UNFLUSHED PUBLIC TOILET in which you and your compatriots in calumny feel free to dump mountains of malodorus manure UNIMPEDED to your black heart's content. Though I'd never in a million years expect any member of WYD's resident Tri-DUMB-Vi-Rate to appreciate it, in a small way I am merely doing what I can to overcome EVIL with GOOD. (2/25/2018 at 9:29am).

Sure. More like "overcome GOOD with Evil". Especially given that FreeThinke LOVES the corrupt racist Orange Turd (aka Predisent Fart, aka MAGA Man, aka Donald Trump). This would be the Orange Turd who colluded with Putin to "win" the 2016 presidential election. According to the #trumpdupe Thinke, I'm "negative" for OPPOSING evil. Which is what the Orange Turd is.

BTW, when I wrote (in response to the FT comment above) "I thought the endless commenting was a sign of insanity", the narcissist with an enormous ego replied with the following.

FreeThinke: Ignorant peasant louts always imagine that people with unusual talents must be mad. (2/25/2018 at 10:05am).

My conclusion is that this "free thinking" chap is a "grade-A, four-letter, blue-ribbon, prizewinning brainwashed, mental defective". This is a insult he hurled at me later in the thread, but (as is often the case), what he accuses others of almost always applies more aptly to him.

Additional evidence that FT is an evil asshole who comments excessively in order to overcome GOOD are his frequent death wishes directed at his enemies (ALL progressive Democrats or people he calls "Marxicrats").

FreeThinke: I'D LIKE to see most of the MARXICRATS pushing up DAISIES, myself. HEh heh heh! (3/7/2018 at 4:20pm).

He even follows up his death wish (for millions of people to die) with an evil laugh. Yet FT thinks he is a "Godly man"??? BULLSHIT!!

Video: Satan laughs when his unwitting black hearted minion FreeThinke espouses evil on his behalf.

Post authored by the anti-Trump Leftist Bastard Dervish Sanders. WYM-34.

Fartbreathed Fool FreeThinke Terrorizes Old Folks Home

"Online, the cantankerous old coot calls himself FreeThinke, but in reality he is a racist, bigoted misogynist fool. Hardly a free thinker" Alvin, the middle-aged manager of the Sunnyview Retirement Community told recent hire, Jenny.

"Anyway, the reason I asked to speak with you, Jenny, is to warn you. Everyone has to take their turn with this Thinke asshole, and today it's you". Jenny, a petite young blond woman who was attending nursing school and who had only recently come to work at the old folks home, looked unphased. "I'm really good with the elderly" Jenny declared confidently.

"That may be so, but you've never encountered anyone as awful as Thinke". Jenny was about to interject again and assure her boss that she could handle the situation, but Alvin raised his hand, indicating that the young nurse-to-be should hear him out. "You may have heard the other employees talk of someone they refer to as Old Mister Fartbreath. Thinke is who they are talking about. That is why I'm warning you. This old codger's breath smells like death itself".

Jenny looked incredulous. "I kid you not" her boss assured her, pushing up his horn-rimmed glasses. "Thinke's breath smells like a rotting corpse that has been sprayed by a potent skunk, only a hundred times worse. Anyway, all you need to do today is to make sure he takes his meds and uses the toilet. Thinke is notorious for, in addition to his fartbreath, shitting himself. Even though he is able to use the toilet. Apparently he gets off subjecting others to his foul stench".

"We've tried to kick him out, but his family is good friends with the owner of this facility. Apparently the owner assured the family that they would not have to take Thinke back. They begged him not to send Thinke back is what I've heard. So we're stuck with him. Even though his presence has caused several employees to quit. But let me say this - if you are able to stomach working with Thinke, there is a bonus in it for you, Jenny. Time and a half for all the hours you spend assisting the old fart".

"That's generous and I could really use the money" Jenny remarked. "That's starting after today. Should you decide you can work with Thinke you'll get time and a half for every shift you volunteer to work with him. Consider today a trial". They spoke for a few additional minutes, then Jenny, the orderly-in-training departed Alvin's office. In her hand was Old Mister Fartbreath's chart. "Here is OMF's chart" Alvin told her as he handed her a clipboard. "OMF"? Jenny inquired. "OMF stands for Old Mister Fartbreath" Alvin explained.

Jenny, after stopping by the employee lounge to change into her white orderly uniform, proceeded to the nurse's office to pick up OMF's meds. An older brunette woman dispensing the meds accepted the chart. Her eyebrows raised. "So, you're the fresh meat assigned to deal with OMF" she remarked. "I'm Elise, btw" the woman said, introducing herself. She proceeded to dispense OMF's meds into tiny white paper cups. "Here you go" Elise said, handing a tray with the medications on it to Jenny. "Good luck".

Jenny accepted the medications and turned to leave, her ponytail swishing. "Wait, you might want to use this" Elise remarked, pulling a jar of Vicks VapoRub from under the counter. "Dab some of this under your nose before entering OMF's room. It will help with the smell" Elise said, proffering the container to Jenny. "No thanks" Jenny said, turning to leave. "Beware the fartbreath!" Elise warned. Jenny couldn't believe it. This poor old man being ridiculed for his breath was unacceptable to her. I'll turn on the charm and soon Mr. Thinke and I will be the best of friends, Jenny decided.

Finding Thinke's room Jenny knocked. No response, so she knocked again. "Come in" a gruff voice said angrily. Entering the room Jenny saw an old man in a bathrobe in front of a computer. His neatly combed hair was dyed brown as was his shortly trimmed beard. Looks pleasant enough, Jenney decided. Thinke was squinting at a computer screen while banging away on a keyboard. "Ha ha ha" Thinke laughed. "Just told a Liberal slime to go fuck himself" Thinke chuckled, explaining his laughter.

Then Thinke turned and Jenny was hit in the face with a blast of his horrendous foul smelling breath. Tears started streaming from her eyes as Jenny stumbled and almost tripped. The stench was overwhelming and Jenny suddenly felt light-headed. Taking a few seconds to collect herself, Jenny approached OMF. "Hi, I'm Jenny, your nurse for today".

"Wow, you are a hot piece of ass" OMF exclaimed. Removing a hand from his keyboard, OMF quickly reached over and pinched Jenny's shapely posterior. "Nice and tight. You must work out" OMF said, smiling. "Obviously you must wear a sports bra when you do, or you'd be in danger of getting knocked out by those large jugs. Are you D or Double-D?". Jenny felt her knees buckle as another blast of sulfurous fartbreath assaulted her nostrils. How could it be possible that a living person's breath was so horrific, she wondered.

"I accidently shit myself, so you're going to have to change my Depends" OMF informed Jenny, smiling again. Jenny blanched. "You sure you can't do that yourself, Mr. Thinke?". OMF frowned. "No, dear. That's why you're here" OMF insisted. "OK" Jenny acquiesced. "But you're going to take your medications when I'm finished". OMF agreed. "It's a deal".

Wiping OMF's soiled rear with a baby wipe, Jenny sprinkled on some talcum powder. The stench, with OMF rolled onto his stomach, was far less than when he was facing her. Jenny went to the bathroom to flush the shit-filled baby wipes she had used cleaning OMF. "Time to put on a fresh pair of Depends" Jenny said, returning from the bathroom with a clean pair of the disposable undergarments.

OMF was lying on the bed, having rolled onto his back. Jenny glaced down and noticed that, even though his member was old and shriveled, OMF was sporting a mini-chub. "How about a handjob first?" OMF inquired. "Masturbation is good for your health, but I've got a problem with arthritis in my wrists".

Noting the revulsion on Jenny's face, OMF added "there is a $100 tip in it for you if you can help an old man out. There, under my MAGA hat". OMF pointed to a red Make America Great Again baseball cap sitting on a shelf nearby. "I'm sorry, I can't accept tips. It's against Sunnyview rules" Jenny protested. She placed OMF's feet in the footholes of the Depends and pulled them up. "That's OK" OMF said, raising his rear end so Jenny could finish pulling up the Depends. "Maybe next time".

"Get me back to my computer" OMF said after Jenny helped him into his robe. "I can't stand easily because of my arthritic knees" OMF explained. Jenny extend a hand and pulled OMF to his feet. Placing his arm around her waist, OMF slipped his hand underneath her shirt, forced his hand inside her bra, and copped a feel. Squeezing her breast, OMF felt about before finding a nipple, which he tweaked. Jenny roughly pushed OMF back onto the bed, crying out "No!".

"I'm not going to tuck my dick into my butthole, G*ddamm it" OMF cursed, taking the Lord's name in vain. "I'm a man and I have needs". "That's sexual assault, Mr. Thinke" Jenny exclaimed. "Bullshit!" OMF grumbled. "What are you, an overly ambitious power whore?". Jenny was angry, but remembering what her superior told her about OMF and his relationship with the owner of Sunnyview, she decided to let it go. She might lose her job if she complained. She surely wouldn't be getting time and a half if she made a stink.

She simply needed to take control of the situation and be be stern with the horny old fart, Jenny decided. "Time for your meds" Jenny said, pouring water from a pitcher into a glass. OMF accepted his meds and washed them down with a swig from the glass. "That's a really nice pair of ta-tas you've got" OMF cracked, smirking. "You will NOT touch me like that again!" Jenny declared sternly.

"Yes, mam" OMF said, perhaps mocking Jenny. She couldn't be sure. Looking around Jenny saw a walker in a corner of the room. She retrieved it and placed it in front of OMF. "You get to your feet yourself" she said. OMF grabbed the walker and pulled himself up. "Ow, my knees!" OMF complained as he rose. Then, using the walker, OMF shuffled back to his computer.

Then he paused. "Get me my wheelchair. I need to get out of this room and breathe some fresh air. It stinks in here for some reason". Jenny pushed OMF's wheelchair up behind him and he lowered his body into it. "I've earned a break from fighting evil online" OMF declared. "I'd like to go for a spin in the courtyard". You can deal with this, Jenny told herself. He's a difficult old coot, but I'll let him know who's boss.

Post authored by the anti-Trump Leftist Bastard Dervish Sanders. WYM-33. TF-4.

Mystere Is Naughty & Gets Punished For Being A Bad Boy

Mystere pulled his Pink Chevy, the Pinkie Toot Toot in the driveway, parking under the carport. Exiting the vehicle Mystere remarked "I'll just throw my pants in the trash". Then he looked down at the driver's seat. "Oh, no!" Mystere cried upon discovering that the fabric was soaked with diarrhea. "Rikishi is going to tan my hide when he sees this!".

Mystere was panicked that his husband was going to be so angry. The Pinkie Toot Toot was a wedding gift from his long time boyfriend. "Now look at what I've done" a worried Mystere lamented. "Meh. I'll worry about it later. After I get out of my soiled clothing". Mystere went inside and took a shower.

After dressing he noted, with alarm, what time it was. "I'm missing the Powerpuff Girls" Mystere squealed, running into the living room. "Where is the remote?" Mystere exclaimed, frantically searching for the controller.

Finally Mystere located it and flipped on the TV. "Damn. I should have set a program" Mystere complained when he discovered the episode was almost half over. "Cool" Mystere remarked after looking at the Guide and noticing that there was a marathon running. 20 episodes of Powerpuff Girls followed the one he was watching. "Looks like I'm going to be staying up late tonight" Mystere proclaimed, a smile on his face.

Several hours later Mystere's husband Rikishi returned from work. "I'm home from a long day of wrestling" Rikishi declared upon entering the domicile. "You better have my dinner ready, Mystere" the wrestler muttered. Entering the kitchen, looking around and seeing no dinner, Rikishi exploded.

"Mystere, you are in big trouble!" the muscle bound wrestler roared. "Where the hell are you?" Leaving the kitchen he made his way to the living room. There he saw Mystere on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen. "Ha ha ha ha" Mystere laughed. Noticing his husband, Mystere said excitedly "Powerpuff Girls are on. Come watch with me". Mystere, setting his soda aside, munched on some popcorn while patting the couch cushion next to him with his free hand.

"Mystere, where is my dinner?" an angry Rikishi inquired. Mystere looked stunned. "Ohhhh... I forgot. Sorry". "Sorry is not going to cut it, Mystere. Did you even go grocery shopping today?". Mystere squirmed. "Yes, of course I did" he replied.

"Then where are the groceries?" Rikishi asked, his voice quivering with rage. He checked the pantry, the fridge and the kitchen table but there were no groceries. "You're lying to me AND you've been very naughty" Rikishi scolded his husband. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to punish you. If I don't you'll never learn".

"Ha ha ha" Mystere laughed uncomfortably. "You're kidding, right?". "No, Mystere. This time I mean it". Suddenly Mystere made a run for it. He was so scared he almost peed his pants. Rikishi sprinted after the fleeing Mystere and quickly grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. "I'll be gentle on you" Rikishi assured his lover. Then he forced Mystere to turn around. Mystere was shaking and whimpering softly. A wet spot appeared on the front of Mystere's jammie bottoms.

"I'll be a good boy" Mystere promised. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me" the wrestler said. Then he struck Mystere in the face with an open hand. Hard. Mystere started bawling. Tears were streaming from his eyes (causing his mascara to run). Rikishi slapped him again. Even harder the second time. Mystere started screaming.

"I'm so sorry" Mystere cried. "I'll never do it again". "Damn right you'll never do it again" Rikishi announced, annoyed with Mystere's blubbering. "Now be QUIET" the hulking wrestler demanded. "Please don't hit me again, Rikishi" Mystere pleaded.

Just then the room was bathed in a flashing red and blue light emanating from the outside windows. A police siren whooped. Then there was a knock at the door. "You stay here" Rikishi commanded. "Open up" a gruff voice insisted. Cracking open the door, Rikishi saw two uniformed officers. "We're here on a domestic disturbance call" the lead officer, an African American man of medium build, informed Rikishi.

"What?" Rikishi responded. "You must have the wrong house. Two bros live here. Yes, we were rough housing, but that's not domestic abuse". "We've been here before, remember" the second officer, a tall White woman with her hair drawn back in a bun, reminded the wrestler. "You been beating on your husband Mystere again?" the lady cop inquired.

"Don't be ridiculous, we were rough housing, like I said. And we're bros, not fags!" an indignant Rikishi replied. "Where is Mystere? We need to hear from him if he is OK or not" the first officer demanded. "I'm right here" Mystere squeaked, slinking up behind Rikishi.

"You need to open this door and let us in right now" the lead officer said loudly, losing his patience. Rikishi wasn't happy, but he knew the law so he opened the door. "I'm fine" Mystere blurted. His cheeks were a bright fiery red and his nose was bleeding. He also had a split lip.

The female officer approached Mystere, brushing past a stoic Rikishi. "Did Rikishi do this to you?" the lady cop asked. Mystere shook his head no. "Then how did this happen?" the female officer inquired. Mystere refused to answer. "Do you wish to press charges, sir?" the male officer asked.

"No, of course not" Mystere replied. Finally, after several more minutes of questioning, the officers departed. The female officer handed Mystere a card. "Call me if you change your mind about pressing charges" she said. "There is help for battered husbands such as yourself" the officer counseled Mystere. "You don't have to be afraid".

"So, you like rough sex?" Rikishi asked Mystere after the police car pulled out of the driveway and drove away. He was referring to the excuse Mystere gave that finally convinced the Fuzz to leave. "Yes, sir" Mystere agreed. "I told the officers we aren't fags" Rikishi exclaimed. "You made me look like a liar" the wrestler complained. "Are you a fag, Mystere?".

"Homosexuality is vile in God's eyes" Mystere whispered. "Damn right. You're going to have to pray to God for forgiveness again after I get done f*cking you" Riskish remarked. "Now follow me into the bedroom, you naughty boy". Mystere compiled, and soon the two husbands were engaging in some intense make-up sex.

Post authored by the anti-Trump Leftist Bastard Dervish Sanders. WYM-32. TF-3.

The Ballad Of FreeThinke, Brainwashed Member Of The Orange Turd Cult (A Poem)

FreeThinke is a serious #trumpdupe.
"I only believe lies I like", said the man whose brain has turned to poop.
If you disagree he'll compose a nasty poem about you.
He's a name calling man child, that surely is true.
Cite facts Thinke does not like and he'll wish that you die.
Proof in his addled senile mind he's a great Christian guy.
Trump is a nitwit, but Thinke believes he is great.
The Black thug who was prez before is way below second rate.
Thinke, a racist misogynist, says if you oppose the Orange Turd it's Satan you love.
Thinke will be surprised when he croaks and his soul is directed below, NOT above.

Post authored by the anti-Trump Leftist Bastard Dervish Sanders. WYM-31.

Mystere Goes Grocery Shopping

"Here, take my credit card" Rikishi told his husband, Mystere. "When I get home from wrestling tonight I expect the pantry and fridge to be stocked full of groceries and for dinner to be on the table". "Yes, sir" Rikishi's house husband replied, accepting the card. "I'll get right on that". "Be sure you do" Rikishi warned, a stern look on his face. "If not there will be NO spankings for you tonight".

Then Rikishi turned to leave. "I've got a long day of wrestling ahead of me" he remarked as he headed off to work. Mystere heard the door slam. Several minutes passed as Mystere pondered his day. "Well, I better get going" he declared. "You be a good boy, Buttstink" Mystere informed the mangy mongrel cowering in the corner.

"Let me get one last huff before I depart", Mystere said, crouching down next to Buttstink's posterier. "Come on, one fart for daddy" Mystere coaxed. Unfortunately no toots were forthcoming. "Damn you, Buttstink" Mystere roared, kicking the canine cruely in the ribs. "I'll have to pick up some more beans today".

Mystere left the house and jumped in his pink Chevy, the Pinkie Toot Toot. Turning the key, the engine roared to life, then sputtered. Mystere stepped on the gas, flooring it. The car lurched forward. "Opps" Mystere said, throwing the Pinkie Toot Toot into reverse. Pulling out of his driveway Mystere headed toward the highway. "I think I'll stop by the Ralphs shopping center" Mystere decided.

Eventually Mystere pulled the Pinkie Toot Toot into the parking lot of the shopping center (conveniently located right off the highway). Mystere jumped out of his Pink Chevy and strode toward the front entrance of Ralphs. "Let's get this over with" Mystere whined, taking a shopping cart from the front of the store. "Beans, beans, beans" Mystere muttered, rolling his cart down the aisle.

Locating the canned brown beans, Mystere swept a dozen cans of the cheapest beans he could find into the cart. "These beans should produce some excellent flatulence from Buttstink" Mystere said hopefully. "I need farts to get me through the day while Rikishi is at work... and beans are, as I recall, a magical fruit".

"Now what to fix for dinner", Mystere wondered. He settled on some nice juicy steaks. "I'll take some of your finest beef" Mystere informed the butcher. "Beef" Mystere repeated, giggling. "Excuse me, sir" the confused butcher inquired. "This one here" Mystere commanded, pointing to an expensive prime rib. Then he spotted a young Black male carrying a basket containing a bottle of Sprite and a bag of Jolly Ranchers (among other items).

"Geez, that j!g is probably going to shoplift some codeine so he can brew up some Purple drank" Mystere deduced. "The codeine is behind the pharmacy counter. You need to show an ID to buy it" the butcher said, placing Mystere's prime rib on the butcher's scale. "How much of this do you want, sir?" he asked.

"I'll take 2 pounds" Mystere informed the man behind the counter. Wandering away from the butcher, Mystere walked up behind the African American teen. Mystere noted that he was looking intently at items on the shelf. "Time for a sink bomb" Mystere decided. Clenching his buttcheeks, Mystere prepared to let loose a nasty and massive ass gas attack. A small puff of noxious vapor escaped Mystere's anus.

"Not good enough. Come on Mystere, you can do better". Mystere pushed hard, expecting the result to be a rip roaring fart and gas cloud. Instead the result was a explosion of liquid diarrhea. "Oh, gross" the Black teen said, turning. "Did you just shit your pants, man?". The Black youth chuckled. "Yo, check it out, this guy just sh!t himself!". Several other Black youths approached. Some of them pointed and laughed.

Embarrassed, Mystere ran back to the butcher's counter to retrieve his cart. "Your prime rib, sir" the butcher reminded Mystere. "Yeah, I'll take that" Mystere replied, grabbing the wrapped meat and placing it in his cart. But the Black youths followed him, snickering and making jokes. "Get away from me", Mystere cried.

"This guy pooped his pants!" one of the Black youths laughed, pointing at Mystere. Finally, after a few minutes of this, a manager approached. "Is there a problem gentlemen?". "No problem" one of the youths mumbled, walking away. With the Black youths dispersed, the manager turned to Mystere. "What is that HORRIBLE smell!" the manager exclaimed, wrinkling up his nose.

"Those j!gs were harassing me" Mystere complained. "Sir, it appears as though you've shit yourself" the manager concluded after noticing a stream of brown liquid running down Mystere's pant leg and pooling on the floor. "Oh, my God! That's disgusting!" the disgusted manager remarked. Mystere smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I think you should leave" the manager suggested.

"But I'm not done shopping" Mystere protested. "Regardless, I'm still going to have to ask you to leave. NOW", the manager insisted. "Hold on, Gary" Mystere shot back (noting what was printed on the manager's name tag). "I will leave, but AFTER I've finished my grocery shopping".

Then Gary got a whiff of Mystere's breath. "Ewww! Your breath, it smells like... a thousand stinky farts" Gary decided, a look of extreme revulsion on his face. The manager stepped back to distance himself from Mystere. He pinched his nose between his fingers. "I'm going to get the janitor to clean this up" he said. "When I get back I want you OUT of here" Gary demanded, staring at Mystere through watery eyes.

"Fine!" Mystere yelled angrily. But back out in his car, Mystere laughed. "I got that young punk good" Mystere chuckled, remembering the look of disgust on the punk's face. There was another grocery store down the street a few miles. Mystere decided he'd go there to do his shopping. But first a trip back home to change into some fresh underwear and slacks.

Post authored by the anti-Trump Leftist Bastard Dervish Sanders. wym030. TF-2.

Keeping White Working Class Men Down Via Globalism Is What Being Jewish Entails (As Per The Anti-Semite FreeThinke)

As a group Jewish people are pro-Globalism. Or most of them are, at least. Globalism being the evil scheme devised to enrich the Oligarchs at the expense of White working class men. Note that I, as a Bernie Sanders Democrat, believe that the Oligarchs ARE enriching themselves via Globalism at the expense of American workers. No matter the worker's ethnicity. Working class Americans are all in this together, IMO.

The trumpy take on the situation is (1) the Oligarchs are stealing from American workers... and (2) White workers are also being robbed by the minorities (whether they be illegal aliens or American citizens). They are also stealing from hard working White workers. Many of these minorities are welfare thieves. It's their nature and they are being enabled by Democrats.

I agree with #1, while disagreeing strongly with #2. #2 is, in fact incredibly racist. But, because Trump shares their racist view when it comes to minorities stealing from Whites, they voted for and support the Orange Turd. There are a few good ones (Ben Carson, Condoleezza Rice), but most of them are BAD. It's their nature. The same as having lower IQs. That's just "science".

But back to the JEWS. They are all Globalists, if not Cultural Marxists. Cultural Marxists want to enable the lazy poors (Black and Brown people, mostly) to steal from productive White working class Christians. Because they are all atheists who hate White Christians (presumably).

Which brings me to Ayn Rand and FreeThinke's comments on her.

FreeThinke: I remember Rand very well from several TV appearances she made ... Of course she was a Jewess, athough I didn't know that then, and had no idea what that probably implied back then... (2/22/2018 at 1:34pm).

Now, Ayn Rand, a Jew who fled Russia after Lenin's Bolshevik Revolution of 1917, could absolutely NOT be accused of being a participant in the "Cultural Marxist" conspiracy. Given her hatred for Socialism. Her love of unbridled capitalism, however, does put her in the Globalist camp.

Being a Globalist is what being Jewish entails. Whether the Jew be a Cultural Marxist or an Oligarch loving hater of the Poors. They are all Globalists in on the Globalist plan to enrich themselves at the expense of the White working Christian man.

Obviously this is anti-Semitism and FreeThinke is an anti-Semite. In addition to being a racist White Nationalist. Same as all of the deplorable hardcore trumpers. Explaining why these scumbags love Trump so much. Predisent Shithole signals to them regularly that he is with them and believes that they are very fine people. Unlike the Jews, Black, and Hispanics who are stealing from them.

They are more to blame far more than the oligarchs, whom they actually love. Rich people being the job and wealth creators without whom the rest of us would be a lot poorer. They have unique abilities and talents that the average White working man would be LOST without. We just need to keep the bad ones in line via the use of tariffs.

Or, that's my take on the racist trumper, at least. That they hate the Globalist but yet still love the Oligarchs doesn't seem to make much sense. Perhaps they just love the Rich. It's when the rich man reaches out and uses his wealth to bribe politicians that he becomes an Oligarch. And that is when the Rich man goes from being a good guy with gobs of money to a bad guy with gobs of money.

BTW, Rand, in addition to being an Oligarch loving Globalist, was also an atheist. PROOF she had it in for White Christians. As well as justification for FreeThinke's hate. And validation that she was in on the conspiracy to keep the White working class CHRISTIAN man down. Although, being atheist is obviously not what being Jewish entails. That she was an atheist is just an ADDITIONAL reason for FreeThinke to hate Rand. Me, I dislike Rand purely due to her absurd Oligarch worshipping theology. I could care less that Rand (born Alisa Zinovyevna Rosenbaum) was Jewish.

Post authored by the anti-Trump Leftist Bastard Dervish Sanders. WYM-29.