The Democrat Party's Been Eating Your Lunch (While Still Serving Jim Crow)

So, the "news" is, Karine Jean-Pierre left The Democrat Party - 21 years after I did - also claiming "betrayal." How curious. I wonder if her complaints will be believed, like mine weren't? 

Even after she stood before them as Biden's spokesperson, looking them directly in the eyes - while sporting The Simpson's "Sideshow Bob" villain haircut - and lying for 4 years?

Of course they'll believe her. Because Democrats "believe women." The idea, that women betrayed the party, doesn't occur to them. Their narcissism won't allow it.

So the Democrats needed a spokesperson who's a liar. They needed to keep Dianne Feinstein long past her prime. They needed Cardi B to twerk for Kamala. They needed Oprah's love for hocus-pocus and quackery. They needed to hear Hillary's cackle. They needed Nancy Pelosi to rob us blind. But first, they needed to turn off decent men - and they did. Well done. The party is now ending as it began: supporting a known segregationist as blacks turn away.

Could they have stopped in 2007, when I warned San Francisco was overrun by cultists? Of course, but they didn't. Could they have stopped in 2007, when I warned the Democrat Party was overrun by cultists? Of course, but they didn't. Could they have stopped in 2007, when I warned the United States was in trouble? Of course, but they didn't. They knew better: by 2007, they were a cult.

And all they had time for, then as now, was mockery.

 

I'll Die Living Under Lies (Like The Skies Over My Grave)

Well I'll be damned (and I will) someone else who was there has a memory of our real history, swirling under the lies they sell kids, on TV and at the movies:

Interestingly, [Cult leader Jim Jones] may well have been the inspiration for the rainbow flag, which flies prominently above Harvey Milk Plaza today, and thousands of others locations throughout the Western world. The history of the flag, first designed and sewed by Milk’s personal friend Gilbert Baker, is obscure (intentionally perhaps?), but Jones was fond of proclaiming himself to be head of the “rainbow family.” It is not at all far-fetched to suppose that it was Jim Jones who introduced the term to Milk and Baker, and hence the idea for the flag, which first flew in 1978, a few months before the Jonestown massacre and Milk’s assassination. Further supporting Milk’s connection with Jones is the strange and macabre fact that Milk’s ashes were mixed with grape kool-aid before being scattered into the sea. 

 

Very little of this history makes its way into the official story. I am glad I avoided the film Milk, and not because I object to the subject matter, but because learning about the lies of omission (Jim Jones was out of the picture) would have ruined it for me. Sometimes, historians get closer to the truth than those who lived it, because they are not constrained by political loyalties, taboos, and personal concerns. Hopefully, when enough time has passed and Dianne Feinstein, Willie Brown and Jerry Brown are but memories, someone will produce a film that truly does justice to the urban political revolution of the 1970s, which was the seed out of which the contemporary progressive machine emerged. 

 

On looking back, it seems to me that Harvey Milk, George Moscone, Dianne Feinstein and Willie Brown, despite their political achievements, remain in the shadow of Jim Jones. For all their success and determination, they were children under the same father, following a vision they didn’t come up with themselves. Dianne Feinstein and Willie Brown may have lived to see another day, but they, too, drank the kool-aid.

They all did - and they're still slurping it to this day - shit:

The only thing America's doing now, that Jones wouldn't approve of, is thinking he was the bad guy,...

 

Poison

"We're less on testosterone. We don't have that need to always be confrontational."

-- Sen. Dianne Feinstein, D-Calif., lying to herself (and the public) about the inherent dangers in how women operate, simply because they're different than a man's