WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Comey: ‘What Can I Say, I’m Just A Catty Bitch From New Jersey And I Live For Drama’
byVanderleunonApril 17, 2018
Neo wakes up to note she has anticipated The Onion: “Just a few hours ago I wrote about some of the news du jour as being too much like the Onion for comfort. One of those news items was Comey’s interviews and book, about which I said: Oh, how the mighty have fallen—and this latest fall from grace was accomplished by Comey’s very own hand, in the writing of his very own book (assuming it wasn’t ghostwritten; one never knows)… The style reminds me of nothing more or less than a women’s romance novel; I half expect for someone’s bodice to be ripped off by the end of the chapter.”
But by far the most insightful glance into the mind of this strange semi-gay aging twink and his yearning love for the latest silver daddy to dominate him, comes from the blazing keyboard of Anne Althouse with Reading the Comey interview transcript, I get a “Cat Person” vibe.
JAMES COMEY: … and so I said, “Sir, whatever you– whatever you like.” And he said, “Well, why don’t we make it 6:30?” And I said, “Sure.” And then I called Patrice, broke our date, and– as luck had it, I had– an encounter with Clapper, who had left the government but we were giving him a recognition as honorary F.B.I. agent. And I told him about this invitation and he told– comforted me by saying, “Yeah, I’ve heard lots of other people are getting calls to come for dinner.”
He comforted me…
And so then in my head I was– “Okay, so it’s a group thing. He must be having a group thing tonight, a group thing tomorrow night. That’s fine.” And so I went over there expecting– a crowd of people.
“And so then in my head I was…
“I feel as though I’m reading a #MeToo story told by a young woman. Why didn’t he say “I thought…” like a plain-spoken adult? It’s like the inside of his head is an environment with moods and wisps of cognition. He’s invited into a private space, he has his trepidations, but other people will be there, and he’s hoping he won’t be alone with the man.”
What you’re seeing here is a dood that was raised from birth to be a lifelong nutless cuck.
The name “Comey”. srsly?
I wouldn’t be surprised if both his parents are trannies. Go figure that one out.
Then he lives all of his life in the realm of fantasy – the us gov’t – where nothing is real all of the time.
When people get to live their fantasy they can let go of the rigors of reality and blend back into their inner child. They become infantile. They “feel” stuff rather than thinking stuff. That word feel is easier on the souls of tender folks. The meek. The timid. The pussified.
That comey-the-cuck was in charge of the fbi doesn’t portray his manliness but rather the cuckliness of the institution itself. Never forget it was created by a tranny and a tranny it will always be. I wouldn’t be surprised if comey-the-cuck falls out a window.
Zoom back.
Way, way, waaaaay back.
Back past the smoke, the shroud of day to day everything, clear your eyes, ears, nose and throat, and your brain.
Just stand there, or sit down, and look.
Stare.
Let your eyes glaze a little, free your mind.
Take a look at everything out there.
Look at the long view, over time.
Can this be anything other than the nearing?
I’m not just talking about comey-the-cuck, I’m talking about ALL of it.
The long slide to the landfill.
If you’re not sticking your fingers in your own shit and smearing it all over the lips of your same sex lovers and making the entire world aware of it there’s something wrong with you.
pbirdApril 17, 2018, 10:51 AM
Cuck is a non word. It doesn’t mean anything. Its use is a virtue signal among certain people, is all.
BunnyApril 17, 2018, 3:02 PM
Commies and cucks and deplorables as far as the eye can see.
🎼🎶 Where have all the normies gone, long time passing?
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Can’t leave it alone
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Mainly when you find it
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What you’re seeing here is a dood that was raised from birth to be a lifelong nutless cuck.
The name “Comey”. srsly?
I wouldn’t be surprised if both his parents are trannies. Go figure that one out.
Then he lives all of his life in the realm of fantasy – the us gov’t – where nothing is real all of the time.
When people get to live their fantasy they can let go of the rigors of reality and blend back into their inner child. They become infantile. They “feel” stuff rather than thinking stuff. That word feel is easier on the souls of tender folks. The meek. The timid. The pussified.
That comey-the-cuck was in charge of the fbi doesn’t portray his manliness but rather the cuckliness of the institution itself. Never forget it was created by a tranny and a tranny it will always be. I wouldn’t be surprised if comey-the-cuck falls out a window.
Zoom back.
Way, way, waaaaay back.
Back past the smoke, the shroud of day to day everything, clear your eyes, ears, nose and throat, and your brain.
Just stand there, or sit down, and look.
Stare.
Let your eyes glaze a little, free your mind.
Take a look at everything out there.
Look at the long view, over time.
Can this be anything other than the nearing?
I’m not just talking about comey-the-cuck, I’m talking about ALL of it.
The long slide to the landfill.
If you’re not sticking your fingers in your own shit and smearing it all over the lips of your same sex lovers and making the entire world aware of it there’s something wrong with you.
Cuck is a non word. It doesn’t mean anything. Its use is a virtue signal among certain people, is all.
Commies and cucks and deplorables as far as the eye can see.
🎼🎶 Where have all the normies gone, long time passing?
Where have all the normies gone, long time ago?🎶