Vox Jewess Writes Insane Open Letter to America

Wow! These liberal Jews are losing it. Imagine if a real “Nazi” were to be elected to Congress or the White House. They would be killing themselves in the streets. Or hightailing it to Israel.

Trump’s victory is a wonderful thing if for no other reason because it has exposed the mental illness of liberals, especially Jews influenced by their own false propaganda put out their media.

This open letter is insane.

Vox

Dear America,

Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won’t say her name to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document.

Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot chocolate and back rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy), and now I am ready to go.

When I was in fourth grade, my teacher Mrs. Kolphner taught us a social studies lesson. The 17 students in our class were introduced to two fictional candidates: a smart if slightly bookish-looking cartoon tortoise named Greenie, and a cool-looking jaguar named Speedy. Rick Dissellio read a speech from Speedy, in which he promised that, if elected, he would end school early, have extra recess, and provide endless lunches of chocolate pizzandy (a local Pawnee delicacy at the time: deep fried pizza where the crust was candy bars). Then I read a speech from Greenie, who promised to go slow and steady, think about the problems of our school, and try her best to solve them in a way that would benefit the most people. Then Mrs. Kolphner had us vote on who should be class president.

I think you know where this is going.

Uh no.

I have no idea where this is going other than into the barren, surreal landscape of a lesbian Jew’s mind.

Except you don’t, because before we voted, Greg Laresque asked if he could nominate a third candidate, and Mrs. Kolphner said “Sure! The essence of democracy is that everyone—” and Greg cut her off and said, “I nominate a T. rex named Dr. Farts who wears sunglasses and plays the saxophone, and his plan is to fart as much as possible and eat all the teachers,” and everyone laughed, and before Mrs. Kolphner could blink, Dr. Farts the T. rex had been elected president of Pawnee Elementary School in a 1984 Reagan-esque landslide, with my one vote for Greenie the Tortoise playing the role of “Minnesota.”

After class, I was inconsolable. Once the other kids left, Mrs. Kolphner came over and put her arm around me. She told me I had done a great job advocating for Greenie the Tortoise. Through tears I remember saying, “How good, exactly?” and she said, “Very, very good,” and I said, “Good enough to—?” and she sighed and went to her desk to get one of the silver stars she gave out to kids who did a good job on something. And as I tearfully added it to my Silver Star Diary, she asked me what upset me the most.

“Greenie was the better candidate,” I said. “Greenie should have won.”

She nodded.

“I suppose that was the point of the lesson,” I said.

“Oh, no,” she said. “The point of the lesson is: People are unpredictable, and democracy is insane.”

Winston Churchill once said, “Democracy is the worst form of government, except all those other forms that have been tried.” That is perhaps a pithier and better way to get my point across than that long anecdote about Mrs. Kolphner. Should I just erase all of that and start with this? Whatever. I’m pot-committed now, and is there extra caffeine in that hot chocolate? Because my head feels like a spaceship.

The point is: People making their own decisions is, on balance, better than an autocrat making decisions for them. It’s just that sometimes those decisions are bad, or self-defeating, or maddening, and a day where you get dressed up in your best victory pantsuit and spend an ungodly amount of money decorating your house with American flags and custom-made cardboard cutouts of suffragettes in anticipation of a glass-ceiling-shattering historical milestone ends with you getting (metaphorically) eaten by a giant farting T. rex.

Like most people, I deal with tragedy by processing the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. My denial over the election results was intense. My anger was (in Ron’s words) “significant.” My bargaining was short, but creative — I offered my soul and the souls of all of my friends in exchange for 60,000 more votes in Milwaukee, to any demon who cared to accept. (Tom told me it was a terrible deal, but in that moment I didn’t care.) My depression I have already mentioned. Which brings us to acceptance. And here’s what I stand on that:

No. I do not accept it.

I acknowledge that Donald Trump is the president. I understand, intellectually, that he won the election. But I do not accept that our country has descended into the hatred-swirled slop pile that he lives in. I reject out of hand the notion that we have thrown up our hands and succumbed to racism, xenophobia, misogyny, and crypto-fascism. I do not accept that. I reject that. I fight that. Today, and tomorrow, and every day until the next election, I reject and fight that story.

I work hard and I form ideas and I meet and talk to other people who feel like me, and we sit down and drink hot chocolate (I have plenty) and we plan. We plan like mofos. We figure out how to fight back, and do good in this infuriating world that constantly wants to bend toward the bad. And we will be kind to each other, and supportive of each other’s ideas, and we will do literally anything but accept this as our fate.

And let me say something to the young girls who are reading this. Hi, girls. On behalf of the grown-ups of America who care about you and your futures, I am awfully sorry about how miserably we screwed this up. We elected a giant farting T. rex who does not like you, or care about you, or think about you, unless he is scanning your bodies with his creepy T. rex eyes or trying to physically grab you like a toy his daddy got him (or would have, if his daddy had loved him). (Sorry, that was a low blow.) (Actually, not sorry, I’m pissed, and I’m on a roll, so zip it, superego!)

Our president-elect is everything you should abhor and fear in a male role model. He has spent his life telling you, and girls and women like you, that your lives are valueless except as sexual objects. He has demeaned you, and belittled you, and put you in a little box to be looked at and not heard. It is your job, and the job of girls and women like you, to bust out.

You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you. And when the time comes, you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty, misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.

He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.

Now find your team, and get to work.

Love,

Leslie

The insane ramblings of this woman remind me of what Hitler must have faced. About the Jews, I’m beginning to realize that Hitler was right.

Does this woman not know that Trump’s daughter is a role model for businesswomen? And that Trump has promoted many women to high levels of success, such as Omorosa?

Does she think Crooked Hillary is a good role model for girls?

Lock the writer up in a mental hospital. Or better yet a work camp.

4 thoughts on “Vox Jewess Writes Insane Open Letter to America

  1. “Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my crack for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot chocolate and crack rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets (“Just give me all of them, all the boxes,” I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy), and now I am ready to go.”

    I have only changed one word above, and only two letters.
    Are these women lezzos? Sounds like it to me. They will be ultra chunksters within the next four years. Food, back rubs and hot chocolate is not the answer! You lost, get use to it! Are you a baby that needs constant physical comforting? Get in the kitchen and cook dinner!

    I was not much excited when Trump won due to my old age plus the confusion (to me) of a mid week election. Where I come from elections are always held on Saturday, maybe because most people have jobs! But these crazy rantings from the losers give me a lot of vicarious pleasure!

    “He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are also not the future.
    Muslims and Coons who despise women will take over all the white countries this Century and introduce Sharia law. Trumps side will lose due to these demographics. We lezzo carpet munchers and homo bum bandits will be executed for our crimes by the Mad Mullahs who we love”.

    • “Where I come from elections are always held on Saturday, maybe because most people have jobs!”

      Bingo – that’s why the America government hasn’t changed it back from Tuesdays, because the Democrats, most of whom are on welfare or are rich enough to take Tuesdays off without hurting their bank accounts, take a strong lead until after everybody else gets off from work, which is only an hour or two before polls close, so it gives the illusion for most of the day that the Democrats will win by a landslide.

  2. Winston Churchill’s words were: “The best argument against democracy is a 5-minute conversation with the average voter.” Although anti-European and disastrous to the world after WWII, this is a pro-European opinion. A meritocracy or even a despot from our own people is much better than what we have now.

    Hitler was described by (((Stanley Kubrick))) as a seer, one with extraordinary foresight, who made wise decisions that appeared illogical to ordinary folks, which is why National-Socialist Germany rose so high during their 12 years. The downside is that the new Germany died along with Hitler because they could not sustain themselves without the greatest genius of the 20th century. We took a chance and failed by a hair (the hair was the weather in the battle of Moscow) but it’s in our blood to fight and die than run away, so this was unavoidable. Following the rapid surrender of Hitler’s Germany, the true holocaust happened to its people – the Hellstorm – and our acceptable of the greatest war (or peace) crime against humanity led us into the mess we are in today.

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