Re-Elect Dr Odd

 

 

 Rev Wilbur Witt

We have one problem in this country that we gotta address. Clowns! America is the Promise Land! Yesterday we had our dishwasher fixed. Kid with a thick accent showed up from our home shield. As he worked, we found he was from Ukraine. No political discussion. No heavy conversation. Just a kid from a war-torn country wanting the same thing those Limeys wanted when they disembarked from the Mayflower to eat turkey.

This is why God invented North America. He got tired of the status quo and gave thinking people a fresh start. We came over in different boats, but we’re in the same boat now! And we got a clown problem. Word twisting sexual degenerates with no real plan but a whole lotta mouth. They could screw up a beer party.

Ok ok we had slavery, now we have SSI. We took the most solid, family unit and so screwed it up by calling it “The Great Society” that now they call themselves “niggas!” You did that LBJ! You did that Democrats! You did that Gavin Newsom, AOC, Nancy Pelosi and all the woke fools who took your political Fentanyl! Well, there’s a new sheriff in town and it’s all over but the crying.

There is nothing wrong with Mississippi, California, NewYork or any of the other states that were formed as good, god-fearing working men and women built over the last two centuries with their blood, sweat, and tears just to have it made an international joke by clowns. And it’s time for the bitter pills.

The very fact that the death of Jeffrey Epstein dominates the news is an abomination before God. Hell yes someone got in there and hung him. The American people mightbeven owe that guy money! I would have shot him myself, but then, that’s just me. And now we’re all worried about some list of Jeff’s best customers! Surprise! Rich guys like little girls! The parade of clowns continues.

Being on the list does not denote guilt, but —> I’m <— not on the list. Are you on the list? Pope Leo doesn’t seem to be there. But the list is very important. Stop the presses. Trump is not on the list . . . as a regular customer. If his name is on the flight manifest, ok. My name has been on several. Undoubtedly on at least one of those flights I was flying with some crook, child molester or murderer. That does not tie me to the crime. And President Trump has been on a lot more flights than I have.

But that’s not what we are talking about here. We are investigating clownism. More publicity equals more votes. And it doesn’t need to be actions. It can be presence. The candidate’s very image. And also, please be aware that a percentage of voters vote with the same consideration that they take at the supermarket checkout when they buy an eight-inch cigarette lighter. Or the redneck voting for Jesse Jackson for a laugh. Of AOC winning anything but a wet T-Shirt contest!

And be aware that some people are smarter than others. Take the president at a press conference. COVID in the air. Everybody’s got a mask. Even the security dogs. And some nimrod brings up the idea that bleach can kill the Corona Virus. Maybe on your toilet! I noticed President Trump rolling his eyes. Then came the thing about vaccines of Clorox Clean-up. Now, work with me on this: in that crowd are doctors. Some are thinking, “WTF?!?!” but, more than a few have their calculators out trying to compute the dose! And consider this gentleman, there is a distinct possibility that at least one of these medical Einsteins gave you your last prostrate exam and is considering running for office. HelLOOOOO Doctor Oz!

Under normal circumstances clowns come and go. Everyone gets a laugh and after all they’re only one vote. Eventually Chris Hansen steps out of the shadows and counts condoms. Then they find Jesus and have to face the cameras: Ah have sinned against yew! But now! A Governor of California who hasn’t noticed that his constituents are crapping in the streets. And Californians who can still find gas are hauling ass to Austin. They’re here, they’re there, they’re everywhere, so beware!

Even atheists are praying for the return of Jesus. But fear not. Underdog is here. The man who couldn’t win. How’d that inaugural ball work out for you? There’s that pendulum again. And there’s gonna be wailing and the gnashing of teeth. It’s not gonna be pretty but it’s gonna provide lively debate in fifty years or so. By then we should all be in the ground . . . on Mars! Beam me up Scotty!