Veep Kneepads Exposes Herself: She's Worse Than Pedo Joe!
Nobody likes her. Nobody's ever liked her. Nobody's ever going to like her. Sorry.
“We take pride in the privilege of being American. And this is a moment where we can and must come together as Americans understanding we have so much more in common than what separates us. Let’s come together with the character that we are so proud of about who we are. Which is that we are an optimistic people. We are an optimistic people. Americans by character are people who have dreams and ambitions and aspirations. We believe in what is possible. We believe in what can be. And we believe in fighting for that. That’s how we came into being. Because the people before us understood that one of the greatest, one of the greatest expressions for the love of our country, one of the greatest expressions of patriotism, is to fight for the ideals of who we are, which includes freedom to make decisions about your own body. Freedom to be safe from gun violence. Freedom to have access to the ballot box. Freedom to be who you are and just be. Love who you love openly and with pride, freedom to just…be. And that’s who we are. We believe in all that. So this is a moment when we stand knowing what we’re fighting for. We’re not fighting against. What we’re fighting for.” — Veep Kneepads
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Whew. That sucked. I can’t believe how much that sucked. Even for the pathetic political mush-mouthed whore I’ve branded “Veep Kneepads,” I can’t believe how much and how hard and how deeply that sucked.
Last night’s almost unfathomably bad “Unite for America Rally” — the pathetic parasites are stealing everything from the President Orange campaign! Gotta mess with those search results!— sucked so bad that I’m not sure what to make of it. It wasn’t just your normal and expected Veep Kneepads communications disaster. It wasn’t simply another word-salad shit show. It wasn’t merely your run-of-the-mill WTF? propaganda train wreck. O no. No.
It was, in a sentence I’ve been dying to reuse/ripoff since I dropped it on G4’s (R.I.P.) disgraced talking head Frosk couple years back: “It was like a missile blowing up an airplane that crashes into a passenger train loaded with orphans which then derails to destroy a puppy sanctuary and ignite a four-alarm blaze that spreads to the nearby water purifying reservoir and poisons a retirement village of war hero veterans.”
Yes, it was that bad. Whew. Whew. I mean, unholy shit, no wonder they keep trying to kill President Orange. Because otherwise we’re gonna be witnessing a political (uni-)party commit public suicide, and they can’t have that! The Deep State’s unDemocratically inserted (not nominated) MK Ultra Beta Sex Kitten candidate is the worst, the worst ever — let me keep repeating myself the way she does — and that’s an extremely competitive bracket. Somewhere, deep underground in D.C., you hear the whispers: “Come back Joe! Come back! All is forgiven!” Too late, suckers. He ded.
The reason last night was the worst event yet for Veep Kneepads is because it was her easiest layup ever — EVER! —and she still bricked it: Set up and streamed by Rat Bastard Bobby Iger’s Rodent Kingdom’s not-so-hidden hand of ABC “News,” which anybody with eyes to see and ears to hear knows threw the lone Presidential debate her way 10 days back (and may be on the verge of getting snagged for it); it was hosted by the most blatant in-her-corner, you-go-black-girl-magic, “We’re all in this together” billionaire media mogul Orca Winfrey; she was surrounded by a heavily honed clown show audience of clapping seals and crazy liberal white women, with a big concentric circle in between.
And yet she left a grumpy on the stage. In fact, Kamala-the-Keystone-Kop was the grumpy. What America saw last night — if they watched, it sounds like few did, barely over 100K streaming, OMG, can that even be right?!? — was a profoundly dislikable woman. A Fugazi prop. A bad actress with negative screen charisma. A phony and shameless liar. A flip-flopping fraud who will say anything to get elected. A repellant witch and complete bitch. Get the holy water! Or at least flush.
Every campaign appearance for Veep Kneepads is a Democrat’s depressing lesson in sunk-cost fallacy and the law of diminishing returns. As the days pass, even in the friendliest venues and answering the easiest softball questions from the lamest #FakeNews non-journalists, every public event with Veep Kneepads where she has to open her mouth reminds non-brain-dead Americans why she couldn’t manage to top 1% in polling and was humiliatingly forced to drop out of the 2020 Democratic primary before the first State held one:
Veep Kneepads is an inherently terrible person and very bad at hiding it. She’s entitled, knows it, shows it, and it makes her completely and utterly unlikable — she’s the Rachel Zegler of politicians. Her awfulness radiates off her like a nuclear bomb. It makes her anti-charismatic. It curses her with negative screen presence. She can’t “perform” well enough to hide it, so that makes her the double whammy: An amateur thespian, miscast. So maybe that actually makes her not Roach Zegler but Rebecca Henderson (who?).
Nobody likes her. Nobody's ever liked her. Nobody's ever going to like her. The Rat Kingdom and other modern Mockingbird media manipulators are bending over bigger than Diddy to make a female "fetch" happen, but it’s a bitch too far. Ain't gonna manifest. Sorry.
And yet…what was really going on last night? Was it a helpless hack disaster of people who’ve completely lost the plot, or is there any timeline in which it was an orchestrated calamity? Of course I don’t think Veep Kneepads got sandbagged, yet the flop mis-en-scene, toxic celebrities, stream-of-unconscious messaging and fizzled fashion magick suggest either a slyly inverted anti-propaganda event, or the Devil coming ‘round to collect on some bad deals.
Like, what the hell was going on with the definite pedophilenabler and presumed child trafficker Orca's audacious attempt to hijack the color orange away from Prez Naranja? Considering how poorly the interview went, one might instead wonder if it was meant as subversive tacit endorsement of the presumed Republican target of all corporate media ire.
I mean…if I had a dollar for every time Orca looked at the camera with a “can you believe this shit she’s garbling” expression on her face, I’d have a lot of dollars. It was weird. I’m presuming Orca’s intention was to present a mien of obvious support for whatever the loon on the left was prattling, but it didn’t come off that way. Perhaps all the work she’s had done on her face is causing her countenance to expressively misfire? Beats me, but if things are so dire for the Dems that even Orca’s lost her bite, it’s Game Over for the globalist occupying regime.
Then there was the pissant parade of the usual Hollywood suspects nobody likes or respects except for maybe poor Chris Rock. I’d especially use the rogues’ gallery of aging and aged actresses who popped up cringe-ily on Zoom as a good thumbnail guide to the most blackmailed beholden or beldam-vowed members among the Hollywood witchcraft sewing circle crew: Meryl “Harvey Weinstein is God” Streep, Julia “I fucking hate people” Roberts, J “Help! Diddy’s got video of me with a goat!” Lo. Toss in Michigan’s painfully botoxed cosmetic surgery victim Governor Gretchen Whitmer (“Green Witch Term”) and you’ve got a Salem-level collection of crazies, all one butane lighter away from Solomon Kane’s merciless justice.
As for the few cucked sad sack “White Dudes for Harris” cretins and even fewer “Win With Black Men” castrates, we’d best presume the blackmail on Bryan Cranston, Ben Stiller (Ben! Please! No! No!) and poor Chris Rock goes deep. Remember: They told Chris Rock “We’re going to have Will Smith slap you in the face on the biggest non-sports televised event of the year and you’re going to smile and take it.” In my opinion! Either way, Hang In There, Chris! I remember when you came to Baltimore to shoot Head of State. Actually, my ad agency boss at the time shot most of the Bawlmer stuff, but I like you anyway. Let’s move on!
Actually, let’s not. It’s already 10 am and I’ve got other things to do, plus (+?) my guess is that ABC/Orca’s “Unite for America Rally” is going to vanish faster from the cultural conversation than The American Society of Magical Negroes (unless we can keep the mockery going for 22 days).
But if you’ve not seen it, you almost should. It’s one of the most forced, phony, unconvincing, painfully cringe 1984-if-Orwell-was-retarded things you’ll ever witness. The only element that could’ve made it even better/worse is if all the politicians and celebrities came together at the end on Zoom to sing “Imagine.” Hold that thought!
Like always, just an amazing read. The "white liberal women clapping likes seals..." was a winner for me. The sad thing is, you talk about the brain-dead. I fear that there are enough brain-dead (or white liberal women) out there to swing this election to VP Kneepads...or make it close enough for them to steal it from Orange Man Bad (if they don't kill him before that can happen) as they did in 2020. We don't need to fear Russia Russia Russia...we need to fear, Karen Brandi and Susan.
Seeing one of her “speeches” written out has given me irreparable brain damage. Thank you.