Demons and Democrats

 

I’ve been watching critiques of the movie The Exorcist lately. Back in ’73, when it came out, it scared the BeJesus out of me. Now I just watch it because I like to watch little girls talk dirty, but that’s just me. Anyway I’ve been drawing similarities between the world of 1973 and the current misnomer we call “modern” as opposed to the used to be, and my conclusions are alarming!

 

I truly believe that William Peter Blatty and William Friedkin were the two prophets straight out of The Book of Revelation. Along with Paul Simon, of course with his “Sounds of Silence” predicting the fall of all civilization with the birth of the iPhone. My entire perception of horror movies did a complete 180 when I saw Linda Blair puke up that split pea soup all over Jason Miller. My soul (If I ever had one) screamed, “Phuck THIS! which coincidentally was what Linda was screaming at the same time and at that moment she and I formed a spiritual union. Until that moment I did not know I was a pedophile. Hey! Young chick, tied to a bed, talking dirty.  Ok! She’s a “Butter face!” That’s what sacks are made for, right? But I digress. (I’ll be right back, Linda.) Hey, it’s not like I haven’t been puked on by West Texas Firecrackers in bars, but they were of age . . . mostly.

 

So I’m looking at the world situation and in particular the American scene and we are alarmingly filling in a lot of the blanks in the movie. Take gender dysphoria. You got doctors, doctors mind you advising little boys, “If you want to cut your dick off it’s covered.” And the LBTGQ + A and any other letters that tweet their fancy is now a political force to be reckoned with. You’d be safer screwing El Chappo’s mother. “You wan’ meet my mother? She virgin!” I’m sorry I said that, Lord! I promise I won’t say that again!”

 

And greed? Oh, don’t get me started. Tell me. You’re a public servant. Representing the People, by the People, and all that other crap. You know. Now you have a reasonable rate. I mean, you can pay the bills, ok? So how do you rate a mansion in Beverly Hills? Tell me that. I got time.

 

How do you raid a political opponent’s house and charge him with having “top secret” government documents in his bathroom while you have nuclear codes in your garage in the trunk of your Corvette right beside your son’s meth stash, and how can you challenge the integrity of a former president while trading spit with your deputy prosecutor?

 

How? Because you’re a Democrat, that’s how! The biggest threat to peace since the Tyrannosaurus Rex! The person Jews, Muslims, Baptists and several subcultures bury up to their neck and throw rocks at their heads. The guys that you wouldn’t want your sister to marry.

 

And they try to confuse the vernacular by mixing up Democrat with Democratic. Democrats are not Democratic otherwise they wouldn’t be letting all them illegals in and trying to cook the vote. Republicans fish for votes and Democrats cook them.

 

And what make Dems behave that way? Because they’re possessed! Yep. You got it. Just look at it. Look at Nancy Pelosi. “Would you like to speak to your mother, Donald? She’s in here with us. I’ll see that she gets the message.” And backwards English? Biden’s last press conference. And the RINO James Comey, Detective Kinderman! It’s all there in Technicolor!

 

You often find “Easter Eggs” hidden in movies. There’s a whole basket in The Exorcist. Right down to Miller throwing himself out that window in the end when he found himself reaching for a little girl. (Jeffery Epstein didn’t hang himself!) Linda Blair pitched him out that window when she realized that the only exorcism performed in the Exorcist was her career. Cute chick though. Bag please.