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The Al Franken Effect. Or, How To Destory America and Win Elections

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​“The Al Franken Effect. Or, How To Destroy America and Win Elections.”

The Democrats determine to take the moral high ground, regarding sexual assault. This they’ll do by using every dirty trick in the book to win elections, including devouring their own if need be.

When the Democrats originally decided to use longtime feminist attack dog, Gloria Allred, to go after the opposition, using unverifiable, decades-old anecdote, it was pretty clear, they didn’t see the backlash that would take-down so many party favorites. But, now that it’s happened, they have no choice, beyond accepting the casualties as a part of the game. This “Get Roy Moore” strategy not only failed, it stoked a raging fire that threatens to burn their party to the ground.

So, for the Democrats, the moral high-ground, it is. If not, in reality, the slogan will do just fine for all those faithful Democrats who still think they’re the party of JFK and the Kennedy’s. Of course, they are, not the mythic JFK of lore, mind you, but the lusty junior senator who’s daddy stuffed ballot boxes, using the mob as labor to win the 1960 election. If not for that, JFK’s very, very marginal victory would’ve never occurred, giving Richard Nixon the election.

Let’s face it, "The Swamp" has always been deep, on both sides.

That is the nature of politics, which is why the Founders understood that government needed to be limited so The People could be free to pursue life, as each sees fit. A powerful central government runs completely contrary this essential American idea. But it’s the only shtick Democrats have. They will say otherwise, stating their deep concern for women. Bill Clinton, however, stands as a living symbol of their decades-long hypocrisy, as does Hollywood, another liberal bedrock supporter.

Meanwhile, Hillary “The Rape Enabler” Clinton—the liberal’s goddess—loses an election and they go insane screaming; “The Russians did it!” “Trump is a spy!” “Half of all American’s are bigots, homophobes, and transphobes! You name it, if it’s bad, it’s that half of Americans that refuse to vote democrat, all sixty million of em, give or take!”

That’s the gig, my friends. Big government. Big taxes. Big regulations. Fewer jobs. More debt. More immigration. More division. Less freedom. That’s the only game the Democrats know how to play, and it will be the death of them. If not literally, figuratively, will do, just fine—and The Donald is the hammer to make it so.


Viva Las Vegas!

Sincerely, Fester Bestertester