The board authorized a sex education booklet that instructed teenage boys how to perform oral sex on each other - with explicit illustrations of one boy on his knees servicing another boy standing - while the board backed the sowing of maximum gender confusion among high schoolers who, under the best conditions, have a tough time adjusting to the hormonal storms of adolescence… all in the name of promoting a Woke brownie-point-collecting exercise called “Pride Week.”Īnd guess what? The parents of Loudoun County began to object to this… meshugas. America is about to bum-rush the darn thing, seize the ghastly mummy from its skull-bedecked palanquin, and knock the living sawdust out of it.ĭoings in the Loudoun County, VA, school board lately became the rectified essence of the wild, irresponsible, Woke derangement overtaking the land. America has had enough of the Woke religious cult and its cavalcade of depravities. Is that too subtle for anyone? Do you catch the drift? ( Know what they sayin’?) The sentiment is timelier and apparently more popular than “I Want to Hold Your Hand” was in 1963.

(Let’s go, Brandon, fuck Joe Biden) you know what they sayin’, hoe In case anyone does not know what the phrase means, peruse the actual lyrics from one of four rap chants topping the Apple music charts right now: this ditty by entertainer Loza Alexander: It has never been about anything else, because, get this: the Woke mob is insane.īut now this other half of the country has raised a war cry, “Let’s go Brandon,” in objection. It’s the mob itself that actually matters, though, the twerking parade of Woke-Progressive Democrats, because it is bent absolutely on rooting out, punishing, and torturing its perceived enemies, which in this case are about half the people in the country. Support this blog by visiting Jim’s Patreon PageĪnd thanks to all my Patrons for your supportĭo you marvel, as I do, at this malignant hive organism - arguably worse than the Covid-19 chimera virus - that calls itself “Joe Biden”? The personage of that name is a mere effigy, of course, like one of those grotesque mummies hoisted above the mob in a religious procession from some primitive cannibal kingdom. For your reading pleasure Mondays and Fridays

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