At the risk of defaulting to meme-saturation, I won’t.
But you know it.
Tucker tells us what is wrong with California. Or at least where to begin. This state’s self-destruction defies a description any size less than that of a Russian novel. This is a true American shithole.
The shithole of A.
The governor, so fittingly of this state, so emblematic of the glittery charade that is the pathologically indebted nature of this state’s bombastic artifice, is California’s face.
A pretty face, flawless on the surface, but a stinking cauldron of manure lurking below. In this state, they mortgage the future for folly, mortgage the well-being of its citizens for globalist platitudes.
He didn’t even pull a trigger, he didn’t incite Brenton Tarrant, he didn’t even throw bacon at a mosque. He didn’t shout at a bunch of Muslim children.
Nope. Arps’ most grievous action was not that he distributed the infamous live-stream recording of Tarrant’s mow-down of groups of Islamic worshipers, but that he dared to eschew adornment of concern and platitudes that was the implied manner of reacting to the mass killing. In fact, he was downright dismissive of the self-righteous wailing and lamenting that was embodied in the actions and sanctimonious preaching of New Zealand’s horse-faced PM, Jacinda Ardern.
Arps, 44, sent the video to a friend asking for a ‘kill count’ to be
added for humorous purposes. He also distributed the raw video to 30
Judge Stephen O’Driscoll referred to his callousness and cruelty, and lack of remorse for the victims.
Arps did not harm anyone. He committed no direct act of violence or aggression. He just didn’t care to mimic the hollow concern-whoring that was decked out in solemnity in the days following the mosque shootings. And for this, he will spend almost two years in prison.
He said the prospect of rehabilitation, or him changing his views on religion or race is virtually non-existent.
The offending glorified the mass murder carried out under the “pretext of racial hatred”, Judge O’Driscoll said.
“You have strong and unrepentant views towards the Muslim community.
“You committed the offence because of your hostility towards a group based on their religion.”
Judge O’Driscoll said distributing the video the day after the attack demonstrated “particular cruelty and callousness”.
So culpability is now a function of manners and offense, not one of actions and bodily harm or mayhem. In New Zealand, the judicial system is in the business of scolding and legislating legality of bad attitudes.
Big Brother down under, readying itself in the Northern Hemisphere. Be prepared to express charades of sweet nothings and sadness, or you too may find yourself in an orange penal outfit.
It’s really unavoidable, the mysteriously sinister undertones. The unknown is scary to normal minds but downright fodder to the innately suspicious mind.
So…a young attractive couple flies to a tropical island and within a day or two, fall gravely ill. There are texts from the stricken spouses as they relay their deteriorating state back home to relatives. Distant ill-fated messages ooze the ominous.
Authorities are trying to determine what killed a holidaying couple
in Fiji as it’s revealed they sent a final text message to family before
David Paul, 38, and his wife Michelle, 35, from Texas,
were staying at a Sheraton resort in Fiji last month when they both
became violently ill.
Both were hospitalised.
Ms Paul’s father Marc Canalog said he received a text message from his daughter on May 24 to say they were in bad shape.
told me that they’re sick, and they are vomiting and they have
diarrhoea… she told me that her hands are numb,” Mr Canalog said.
He said the couple looked healthy when they dropped off their two-year-old son Ayden before the trip.
Ms Paul died in hospital on May 25 before her husband died two days later.
This story is “old” and has been subject to many interpretations and keyboard sleuthing over the past three weeks. The circumstances of their demise, at once very immediate and accessible, leave us with a smug sense of rare insight; but at once, very unknowable and remote, enigmatic.
Within 2 days of arriving, the couple was apparently stricken with a “virus” and one day later, Michelle was dead. David, physically stronger, lasted another two days. Whatever killed them was sudden and ferocious.
This article from People magazine perpetuates the predominant narrative surrounding this tragic event: it was an illness.
Their “amazing vacation”, however, turned into a nightmare when the
parents of four — David and Michelle share a 2-year-old son and also
raise David’s three kids from a past relationship — came down with an
unknown illness, sending them both to the hospital.
Unfortunately, it was too late, as Michelle and David both succumbed to
the illness they had contracted on the South Pacific island — one so
aggressive and deadly that it managed to debilitate two healthy, fit,
and young individuals.
I believe Fijian authorities would prefer the microbe angle; that timeline certainly exculpates the island’s role in the couple’s death. Most viral infections this deadly have a substantially longer incubation than 2 days, so it would be nice (for Fiji) to confidently assert the Paul’s infection happened during a period of time they were not on the island.
One of the more laughable conspiracy theories I’ve heard involves Ebola. This is highly doubtful. David Paul’s seeming “resurrection” following the death of his wife and his own initial bout seems to disqualify this: Ebola infection takes you down completely, and in the rare instance of recovery, you’re not going to be back on your feet right away, boasting that you’re “feeling better.”
Most mainstream coverage has defaulted to the disease angle while neglecting another possibility that seems more likely: poisoning. If the couple was murdered, Fiji’s culpability skyrockets in our eyes. Goodbye tourism revenue.
It’s time to expose the emperor’s new Fijian clothes. The Paul’s were most likely poisoned.
Unless they were fungal foragers and stumbled across a mistaken breed?
I think I’ll just keep this here in my ammo chest.
Save it for special occasions. You know, those rare moments when an egotistical bloviating Hollywood celeb pretends their fame and acclaim justifies, perhaps even adds credibility to, a predictable left-wing Industry-spawned opinion.
Not so “rare,” I’ll admit.
I’ll keep this meme easily available for I suspect those moments will continue to proliferate like bovine feces.