November 14, 2016
As the incessant whining from the left continues after Tuesday’s election, I took particular notice of John Oliver’s half-hour long screed against President-elect Donald Trump on the former’s eponymous Last Week Tonight. A mere year and a half after he begged Trump to run for the presidency (because he and his ilk, in all their smugness, were CERTAIN he couldn’t win against that stalwart with nothing but a vagina and a bad pantsuit to recommend her)
he is now reduced to prattling about how evil and out of touch Trump and his followers are.
After how poorly he and the other media know-nothings assessed the mood of the country (our country, by the way, not yours, John), Oliver and his fellow crybabies continue to denigrate and malign the basket of deplorables who have finally had enough of the lies, condescension, and outright criminality of the “enlightened” left.
If a Brit were to hold a symposium on bad teeth, we would certainly all sit up and take notice, but beyond that, no one much cares what John Oliver has to say about anything anymore. The liberal press and their sycophantic celebrity toadies have been exposed, through Wikileaks and Project Veritas, as backroom operators and manipulators, disseminators of all the lies and half-truths that are fit to print. The New York Times, who long ago coughed up any semblance of integrity, has magnanimously acquiesced to, at long last after being utterly exposed, REPORT THE NEWS FAIRLY!!! Imagine one of the top newspapers in the country having to relent to honest journalism. Simply incredible, but I remain incredulous…I don’t think they can pull it off!
Oliver represents all the left-wing social justice warriors who, by tacit admission in his harangue, didn’t care a whit about the country but only wanted to showcase their liberal credentials by voting for the first woman as president (personally, I think the jury is still out as to whether that soulless viper is a woman–her rapist husband certainly doesn’t want to bang it). Oliver rambles all the usual discourse from the left about Trump being a racist and being supported by the Ku Klux Klan, conveniently forgetting that Hillary regularly called Robert Byrd a mentor. Byrd, of course, was a lifelong shitstain on US politics, serving for 57 years in Congress, campaigning against the 1964 Civil Rights Act, and delivering such warm, unifying statements like, “I shall never fight in the armed forces with a negro by my side … Rather I should die a thousand times, and see Old Glory trampled in the dirt never to rise again, than to see this beloved land of ours become degraded by race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from the wilds.” And here is another shining moment from HRC’s hero:
This cretin voted against Thurgood Marshall and Clarence Thomas as Supreme Court justices, but to Hillary, he was a voice of reason and edification-a man of “surpassing eloquence and nobility” by her own words upon the man’s death.
I must admit I couldn’t listen to the entire Oliver discourse, as I had a pressing engagement to watch paint dry, but I’m confident that Oliver ascribed to Trump all the qualities that Hillary has promulgated throughout her scandalous and mean-spirited traipse through public life. Oliver, who like his erstwhile countrymen couldn’t see the presage of revolution in 1776 or mere months ago during the Brexit vote, now can babble forever to a dwindling audience which has grown tired and dismissive of the mendacious modus operandi of the left.