Shared from another anon's thread because I feel this should not die. I feel like The Lord was speaking through me, and here it goes.

Biden is dead and a circle of potemkin actors and CGI artists are playing him as a front for a pharmaceutical cabal of the worst people in all of history: the pedophiles and the sodomites, the broken ugly women and fat women, the social rejects, the misfits, the shattered, forgotten, envious and most of all RESENTFUL. This lazy lumpenproletariat, methamphetamined into unending fomenting and agitating on behalf of cynical pill and needle merchants in bland beige buildings on remote, finely mowed campuses, and their Silicon Valley, fish eyed, empty faced, TED Talk quoting, babbling and endlessly clicking and latte percolating dronetariat cousins along the coast of California, assume that they rule us.

They "simply do". It's a natural outgrowth of a cancer allowed naively and early in America's history when we and the world permitted an inbred tribe of Armeno-Turkish gypsies with a fabulous and false backstory of tragedy to proclaim themselves the only children of God in a world where he handpicked and created EVERY person who walks about, and when we didn't arise and crush them like snake eggs then and there. Presumed chutzpah. "Well, we got away with it then therefore it is. We did it before and thus we should. We Rule Them."

It's Revenge of the Nerds yet in a darker way.

The inbred, the 5hekel grubbing, the rejects, the undernourished, the bug eaters, the oat juicers, the mentally defective, the "I don't know why I do it, I just do and so I mussssst", the child fondlers, the sad clowns who thrust their meaty hairy hands up little girl dresses and down little boy jeans, the painted sad clowns who take a more defiant pose by pretzeling uncomfortably into rayon dresses in neon rainbow colors provided by China and Amazon then pout into $10 mirrors while angling lip gloss onto swollen, ugly mouths freshly shaved and with razor burn. then who toddle in size 16 high heels into libraries to poison both children and literature, the lisping downsies, the torpid jogger boons in contorted yoga poses for sports clothing ads, the quacking catamites in Gap attire smacking ecstatically about Nothing while waiting in line and holding paper shopping bags festooned with empty corporate symbols enjoining JUST DO IT when nobody knows anymore what "it" is or even means, the manbun topsies who drink craft beer but then spit it into male asses when their girlfriends aren't watching, the distended gorps with smelly salty fupas who ree and cheer at dead babies their useless lesbian wombs will never contain -

This is our enemy and globohomo's preferred audience: the people of the Mark of the Beast - and unless we cloak deep in our God and our Christ, there is no hope for us against them all. The Enemy has cultivated them most carefully and in numbers approaching the very sand grains of the sea.

This is why their empty suit potemkin with whirling adjustable faces serves them; he was designed to. Joe Biden, Incorporated, is not the President of the United States. He is the face of The Corporation.