(A.K.A. Non-Original Rants)

–Co-opting good stuff from all over the ‘Net and maybe some original thoughts—ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

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I love it when the libs eat their own

It wasn’t the candles that purported to smell like her vagina. It wasn’t the ‘yoni steambaths’ that stupid women tried and scorched their hoohaas. It wasn’t the overpriced jade sexual aids.

It wasn’t even the wickedly overpriced clothing (seriously over $600 for a cotton skirt).

It wasn’t the fact that she named her child after a fruit.

All it took was for Gwenyth Paltrow to say that she’s politically ‘independent’.

And the libs who were paying out the nose for her overpriced crap (IMO, of course) went insane.

As the poster child for nepo baby idiocy, she’s now going to see her empire crumble (finally) because she’s not woke enough.

And it’s about time.

But this shows exactly how in lockstep libs are. If you vary from their thought patterns in the least bit, you are shunned and destroyed.

This behavior is what they believe of we conservatives because they lack introspection and perspective. And they can’t believe that anyone can think differently from them and when someone does, they lash out like the small minded, smooth brained children they are.



2 responses to “I love it when the libs eat their own”

  1. If it weren’t for blogs such as yours MWC, I wouldn’t know anything about so-called celebrities, candles or some of them transing their kids just for social media likes. Thank heavens the meme dumps act as brain bleach!

    You wrote:
    “But this shows exactly how in lockstep libs are. If you vary from their thought patterns in the least bit, you are shunned and destroyed.”

    Case in point: Once Fetterman came out of his stroke induced brain fog and started actually noticing (and talking) he got the all-inclusive cold shoulder from his party members.

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  2. …and she’s not a very good actress, despite coming from a line of them.

    I almost puked when I read the story about her candle’s scent.

    Poor Gwyney.

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