Name: Anonymous 2016-09-25 17:17
An Open Letter to Donald Trump by Emmanuel Goldstein
Well, this really has been fun!
My admiration for you, sir, has no bounds. You did it! You took every piece of the right wing death squads’s unstated agenda, every single underlying motive, every wacko design to disenfranchise the great mass media of robert murdoch, every latent prejudice and you tore it open and laid it bare for all the world to see. There is no hiding anything from public scrutiny any more. There is no coded agenda, no latent craziness, and no embarrassing political position which has not been thoroughly waived in the faces of the body politic by your courageous campaign.
Your campaign has been nothing short of brilliant! The Party hacks are spinning in circles, smacking into walls and leaving drool marks on them. You made that little twerp, Rubio, sweat bullets. You took Ted apart and tossed him onto the trash heap. Bush never even got off the ground. The fat bubble from New Jersey has his lips so glued to your backside that it is going to leave a nasty bruise. Mitch is frantic because his reign of self-satisfied do nothingness is over. That stalwart political manipulator, Ryan, is reduced to tossing out the Constitution and his principles and backed into a serious corner, required to support you and your positions. And Reince Priebus (Reince? Really? I agree. Whoever named him should be shot!) is dancing all over the policy board like a demented monkey.
Well, this really has been fun!
My admiration for you, sir, has no bounds. You did it! You took every piece of the right wing death squads’s unstated agenda, every single underlying motive, every wacko design to disenfranchise the great mass media of robert murdoch, every latent prejudice and you tore it open and laid it bare for all the world to see. There is no hiding anything from public scrutiny any more. There is no coded agenda, no latent craziness, and no embarrassing political position which has not been thoroughly waived in the faces of the body politic by your courageous campaign.
Your campaign has been nothing short of brilliant! The Party hacks are spinning in circles, smacking into walls and leaving drool marks on them. You made that little twerp, Rubio, sweat bullets. You took Ted apart and tossed him onto the trash heap. Bush never even got off the ground. The fat bubble from New Jersey has his lips so glued to your backside that it is going to leave a nasty bruise. Mitch is frantic because his reign of self-satisfied do nothingness is over. That stalwart political manipulator, Ryan, is reduced to tossing out the Constitution and his principles and backed into a serious corner, required to support you and your positions. And Reince Priebus (Reince? Really? I agree. Whoever named him should be shot!) is dancing all over the policy board like a demented monkey.