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The Sad Ballad of The Willful Fool

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The media at large, aka, the mainstream media, are like the juror in the O.J. Simpson trial who said “I never thought O.J. Simpson was guilty. Not from the beginning. Evidence? What evidence?”

Clearly, there was no need for evidence. Because she already knew that O.J. was innocent.

How did she know? She just did. That’s the media today, regarding the Trump/Russia scandal, which is really an Obama and crew spied on Trump because they wanted Hillary to win scandal. How else was Obama’s revolution going to survive? Not with a Trump presidency, that’s for certain. And, let’s face it, they weren’t too concerned about Trump winning anyway.

According to this same insightful mainstream media, Trump had no chance. Less of a chance, than even random numbers, could offer. Hillary’s victory was as assured as a coin toss coming up heads 100 times in a row. That’s how much the press and the universe hated Donald Trump, so much so that even random chance was off the tables.

​Except, one thing, Trump won, without regard for their failed prognostications. However, like all arrogant children, they needed a rationale for their failure and were all-too-eager to buy any lie that might save their egos from terminal meltdown. That’s where Trump and Russia came into being. “We’re too smart, too rich, too good looking to be fooled. That would make us fools.” said the press. And, clearly, they were nobody’s fool. The credit was all theirs.

Now, we’re more than a year into the Trump presidency and these same media dunces have made numerous other prognostications, which we can look back on like:

“If Trump’s tax cuts go through, the economy will be destroyed!"

"Children will run through the streets like packs of feral dogs!”


“If Trump wins, Wall Street will collapse!”

Except, none of these things happened. Not even close. Wall Street and the economy began to boom, which was a fact that they hated, with a virulent, relentless hatred, born of their own sociopathic arrogance and political bias.

“We would rather every last one of you Trump voting scumbags die than acknowledge reality.” shouted the press. “That’s how much we care about the poor!” at which point the media began furiously virtue signaling, like someone using semaphore to signal a jumbo jet, just in case no one was paying attention.

“Poor us,” is what they really meant. Not the actual poor. The actual poor was what they were running from, “Throw those working-class lowlifes a bone, some welfare, maybe a food stamp or two. Even some section 8 housing, just not in my damned neighborhood!” How else could you explain Hillary Clinton’s comment about “Deplorable’s,” all 60 million of them?

Now, in reality, all of the things that the Democrats predicted would happen, as the result of the Trump economy, were already happening in Democrat strongholds like Detroit and East St. Louis. Both cities had become so unlivable, they actually began to aspire to 3rd world status; “If only our cities could be more like Botswana and Yemen.” said the Democrats, who never, but never reconsidered what the Democrat, welfare plantation had produced; fatherless homes, rampant crime, drugs, pawn shops, liquor stores, blood banks, with just about all other forms of industry fleeing from the gang violence and gunfire, leaving only a hostile 4th world economy in their place.

Downgraded, as they were, from their previous status as 3rd world cultures. This was all that was left, in these raging, violent, welfare induced shitholes. To Democrats, though, the real crime wasn’t the hopeless state of said shitholes or the plight of their citizens, it was the public acknowledgment that they were shitholes, of the worst, possible kind, that was the real crime. This was not good for the party so anyone who called attention to the plight of the people living there would be met with cries of “Racism!” Because that’s all they could do.


So the media honchos and politicians retreated to their mansions, built behind walls, secured by armed guards, who were looking to shoot down any poor, wayward bastard that tried to enter into their private enclave, where others of their kind lived.

“No homeless person urinating on the streets for us, by God!”


Did the liberal media honchos or politicians send their kids to public schools, as they advocated for everyone else? “Hell no! Public schools are for suckers.” they thought to themselves. And then they snickered under their breath, so as not to be heard, and began thanking their version of a godless universe for making them smarter, more attractive, and richer than the average schmuck. “We’re not like those 60 million Trump voters. They’re racist, homophobes, transphobes, and whatever other hyphenated phobes that might be forthcoming.” All of which came from the imaginations of progressives, who sliced and diced Americans into categories that grew narrower and narrower by the day, like a man chained to a pole, hopping in a circle. With every movement, the chain gets tighter, until there's no room left to move or even breathe. None of this is done for the people. It’s about votes. Plain and simple. As crass and crude as willful stupidity will allow, which is boundless in its ambition, and as ruthless as a dying rattlesnake with one last drop of venom, and no victim in sight.

Mark Magula