autopsy

Yell all you want. It won’t do any good. In outer space no one can hear you scream. Or vote.

Lionel at The Cutting Room NYC 23 October 2016 CE
Recollecting Hillary’s balloon seizure and Angelo Bruno grimace. But she’s fine. As are her morals and sense of propriety and perspective. Nothing vaguely resembling consistency on message or continuity in feigned veracity. Enjoy. And welcome to the maelstrom, the vortex.

We’re a classy country that appreciates decorum and elegance. Just not for elections. But always. Even our hallowed roster of esteemed and venerable entertainers weighed in with untold panache and style. I apologize in advance. It’s what and who we’ve become. We’re lost as a civilization, devolving daily as is are once believe republic. Don’t ever think that we can’t or won’t go the way of Rome. Enjoy this disquisition and summary of #Election2016. It’s all you need to know.

Julian Assange is a planetary hero.
A hero. Of the first stripe. Were it not for Mr. Assange what would we know today? And what would we remain ignorant of still? But what’s more intellectually is how we still fail to understand the relevance of the revelation. And how the media would have been doing heir job by at least reporting on the drops the way it did the Pentagon papers. Proudly, no less. And remember, they were in effect stolen as well. Whither  journalistic curiosity?

In 2014 as he was discussing the disappearance of Malaysian Airlines Flight 370, CNN rodeo clown Don Lemon, reported and reputed to be the stupidest human on television, discussed the chance of something “supernatural” happening and actually asked panelists about the possibility that a black hole was involved. I swear to Gawd.
Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under. — H. L. Mencken

Incomprehensible horrors to the republic. Incalculable bellicosity and warmongering as a platform, scheduled and crafter and scripted by necocon think tanks. You will rue this day. You will not be able to reclaim that which you’ve squandered. Behold the media’s infantilism and “journalistic” autonepiophilia. But I digress . . . enjoy this aural selection and amuse-bouche.

Take a gander infra. Go ahead. This is monumentally amazing for even the mildly sentient. Why? Because the mainstream media have covered absolutely nothing of the matter. A worldwide story of indescribable import and it’s ignored altogether because the information contained therein is embarrassing to the Clinton regime.
“I know she has begun to hate everyday Americans.”

“Kenneth, what is the frequency?”
The Trump legacy in meme. Add this Trump trope metaphor, metonymy, synecdoche, and irony. The #MAGA mayhem. All that counts and all that’s remembered. The holier-than-thou moral certitude of every two bit political hack wannabe spewing and spraying posts with their definitive word on Herr Drumpf. Mindlessly uncomplicated as to an event but too hard for the moral certitude experts to let go. God, I love this country. Hillary Clinton is your next POTUS. Not because of this, but because always bet on the Clintons.

And complicit in such is the bought and sold corporate media in the bag and tank for Madame Hillary. It’s far from an exaggeration, it’s true. Absolutely true. It’s discussed herein.
Lionel on Radio New Zealand. Get a load of this beaut. The Nights programme. (Note the hip Kiwi spelling.)

He’s throwing the election. You know it. And so do I. With an opponent as horrid and profoundly corrupt as Hillary Clinton with the steamer trunk baggage that she has, you mean to tell me Trump’s resorted to his petulant and juvenescent brand of fat shaming name-calling as a legitimate vehicle of campaigning? No, Sparky, he’s throwing the election. The fix is in.