The anticipation for one of the most heated and potentially controversial decisions every United States citizen will have to make is awaiting each liberty seeking freedom loving American. It's only a matter of months away from when they all will have to decide between Shrek the Racist Troll from the Shire; or the Lying...... Manipulative...... Deceitful...... Wicked Witch of the SouthWest. Or some third party candidate like Robbie Bourbon which is just a toss away vote and a waste of everyone's time, especially his own. Former president Old man Bush will cast his vote for Hillary Clinton just the same as Larry the Cable Guy will cast his for Donald Trump. Ironically, both men were tested and found to have the exact same political knowledge. A redneck hillbilly and a former president, weird and yet somehow known as an ironic forgone conclusion. They scored somewhere on the scale of political knowledge at the bottom of the barrel. Just above the new Commander in Cunt in charge Robbie Bourbon, but just a tiny bit below that Russian drezdin. Have you looked at Bourbon's platform? I think it's safe to say that someone from a former Communist, Socialist, and a brain capacity treading to line of mental reject like drezdin. Knows just a tad bit more about political jargon then Robbie and his rambunctious ring-around-the-rosie policy stances. Hard to believe, but it's true, and you know that for a fact because it's being broadcast to you live straight from the SATAN! headquarters. George Washington ain't got shit on SATAN! when it comes to telling the truth.

Although this 'one voice, one vote' metaphor provided with a dash of comedy was used to drive home a point, it still matters none the less exactly how educated or well informed you may be. All votes count the same. There's an awful lot of stupid, ignorant, and racist in the United States of America. Hence why we're left with the pathetic three options that we have. A racist fat ignorant pig, a manipulative money grubbing elite scumbag, or just Robbie Bourbon. The name in and of itself is worse than any insults you could fling at Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump. He might think he's some kind of Jesse Ventura and that might be true. Because he might actually be a good politician.... That doesn't really matter in politics anyways, as he knows, so he should probably just get ready to put on his "I'M WITH HER STRONGER TOG3THER" t-shirts and line up where all the money is. The Hillary Clinton campaign! Stop being a Gary Johnson, Mr. President Robbie Bourbon, and jump on the Hill-dog Highway straight to hell! You know what, I'm wrong Robbie, you're not at all like Jesse Ventura because he was actually a good wrestler. Something we didn't see you perform very well at just recently when the War pig snuffed you out last Savage Saturday night :(

You think if every soccer mom in the world knew that Hillary Clinton was a vicious war mongering Hitler'esque person, do you think they'd still drop their blue slips of paper in the ballot box for her on November 8th? That's why we've rallied behind the woman thing because here at SATAN! headquarters; the number one funding benefactor of the Hillary Clinton campaign, we don't even have to provide facts for you to not fear this and know it to be true about her evil ways. Will just fund with our amazing and awesome amounts of endless wealth, brain washing television networks to lead everyone to believe otherwise. You all have seen what she did in Libya, and in fact, a lot of the money funding this campaign comes from the oil we're now robbing from that country.

The Hillary Clinton Foundation aka the bank of SATAN!, also received numerous donations from towel head countries like Saudi Arabia and Egypt that wanted to see Khadafi raped and murdered on the street. Literally that's what they asked for and that's literally what we provided them. Money talks and as we all know, in the world of politics, it screams corruption down to its very core. Mind manipulation, subliminally subjacated to the peons (minorities) of the lower class portion of civilization. CNN --- Chaos Non Negotiable, will refuse to broadcast and brain wash anything but the normal narrative of race and class upheaval. Charlotte, Tulsa, and even Minneapolis, have all fallen victim to the masters of the mind bending corruption scheme programmed here. This narrative is necessary in the world conquest global domination plans of the Gloominati! Our demonic god King Midas, known primarily by his human name, the one and only George Soros, is able to touch anything and instantaneously turn it to gold.

PURE FUCKING GOLD! I mean, for SATAN! sake Trump could be worth anywhere in the wide range of 500 million dollars or ten billion dollars. Depending on what his taxes say, who the fuck knows where his actual worth will be pin pointed somewhere between the Grand Canyon size range of these possibilities. Not like that blowhard is going to release them anytime soon and let the public know is he? I mean, Heaven forbid then he might not be able to run on the platform of being a successful businessman. I mean, isn't that why everyone is disguising their racist votes for the man. Any-fuckin'-ways, George Soros is filthy fucking rich and makes Trump look like a bitch. Soon his fundraising for world wide open borders and shoveling money at Black Lives Matter to help start up race war riots will take shape. The more lower class minorities brought into developed countries will lead to more chaos. More uprising. More Anarchy. More Terrorism. What more could a little world ruled by, George Soros, Hillary Clinton, Unknown Soldier, and Doctor Louis D'ville ask for.... No longer the Triangle of Tremendous Terror, but now the Fearsome Foursome of the Fucking Future!

A campaign that can't possibly lose with a supreme financier that turns every thing he touches into fucking gold! This is the demon King Midas, Gloominati code name human species special subject George Soros . Can Donald Trump turn everything he touches into gold? No! Can Robbie Bourbon? NO! Our campaign WILL spend the most money and it WILL win. This is the way things work, folks. Notorious BIG was right everyone, mo' money mo' problems mo' politics. Don't fucking like it? Then get out of this country and go build sand castles with the fucking arabs you supreme nationalist Putin wanna be pig fuck monkeys.


The shrill and maniacal voice penetrating through your thin brain cells has vanished and the darkness that once was, and brings forth a shining light that grows in size from far off in the void. As it approaches the eye it grows in it's intensity and overall blanket that covers the outwardly view. The light then brings forth a scene, a very tall and wretched looking building. Abnormally tall in fact to the point where it is evident that this building, towers massively over the rest of the skyline as if every other skyscraper was in awe of its giant size. The normal New York City skyline that you are accustomed to seeing is overrun by a giant erection dildo penis building that sticks out over the clouds and into the infinite sky beyond any sight or endless stretch of view above the clouds. Forever and ever and ever times infinity past outer space and beyond the universe as we know to exist. However, it is not at the top of this mammoth mountainous monstrosity of a steel erect structure where we will be beginning our journey. No, of course not, all journeys started from the bottom now we're here. Quote the Draken, nevermore. That's why we're heading to the bottom floor.

A black van with tinted out windows pulls up to the entrance of the building, which is a giant emblem of the FreeMasons with a bunch of cryptic nonsense put their to confuse conspiracy theorists about a time capsule that is supposed to be opened in the year 2094. It's actually just a shoe box full of c-diff that might some day take over and poison while also enslaving the human race that day in the future. I mean, this is the FreeMason Gloominati we're talking about here, so of course they have radioactive C-diff feces capable of enslaving the human race. Out of this van steps Hillary Clinton, a brief view of the inside of the van shows a doctor in full surgical procedure garb holding a defibrillator in his hands.

The door slams shut quickly after she is pushed out of it and then the poor woman is hobbling around so badly that somebody should get this grandma a wooden cane for SATAN! sake. Rather than help the hampered old witch the secret service proceed to just bounce her around between them by just nudging her as she stumbles closely by them. Sort of like a game of ping pong or pinball they just keep passing her back and forth through gentle nudges until she is able to fend off the paparazzi and enter the giant evil tower. When she enters, and the flickering of the cameras commences of the paparazzi behind her, she collapses and the secret service agents catch her abruptly. Most likely already anticipating the fall. They carry her directly to a large set of elevators and press the buttons to go up. A few moments pass and an elevator opens and they all cram in and progress up the tower of Isengard. I think you can take the hint with that Lord of the Rings reference that this is one big bad ass evil fucking tower of doom. One of the secret service agents turns to speak to the former Secretary of the Slaughter, he throws back his ninja hood like a bad ass to reveal a giant swastika tattooed directly across his forehead. A bald head and a pair of painstakingly bland and grey eye color set of pupils stare back at her.

Secret Service Agent: "Mrs. Clinton, to the 666th floor I presume? It's time for your eighteen hour straight debate prep. No public appearances today thankfully, so you can get you out of those artificial limbs for a while."

The agent then pulls the fake legs off the Mrs. Clinton's body to reveal that she does, in fact, not have real legs and they are artificial. The helpful man then sets her in an obviously pre prepared wheelchair that was stashed away in a hidden component in the elevator shaft. Mrs. Clinton looks relieved to get off her wooden Pinocchio like feet and then speaks to the generous young man assisting her old fragile self.

Hillary Clinton: "Your mother sucks cocks in hell, Johnson! Stop being such a goody two shoe little and help me change into my other set of pants suits. Secret service agents are scum and can lick the bottom of my boot. I'm the fucking queen, you here me! Queen Cli--"

The doors to the elevator open with a sudden jolt that startles Mrs. Clinton into stopping mid sentence, and it's a good thing too. Because for some reason the elevator abruptly stopped to reveal the wrinkled buzzard looking face of none other than Bill O'reilly. Mrs. Clinton smiles and catchers herself before continuing to belittle a man that has probably at one time even been a guest on The O'reilly Factor. She presses all the buttons violently inside the elevator to get the door to close, which it does and they proceed to climb upwards avoiding any confrontation with O'reilly.

Hillary Clinton: "No, no... Johnson. I think we need to go somewhere super ultra private. Somewhere where nobody will ever know where I will be prepping for the debates. They must never know my super secret Donald Trump stand in actor is none other than my current boyfriend; XWF Xtreme Champion, Unknown Soldier."

Johnson: "No, you couldn't possibly mean..."

Hillary Clinton: "Oh yes my dear sweet whiny little bitch boy bodyguard. Take this thing to floor 666,666!"

Johnson: "Dear lord father of SATAN! and all that is holy!"

Hillary presses the button and the elevator shoots up in the air like a rocket ship. Traveling upwards at light speed, slamming everyone inside the elevator to the floor and even whipping the wrinkles on Hillary's face backwards like a Labrador retriever holding its head out the window. This reminds everyone of a scene from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when Gene Wilder gives his candy making factory to Charlie at the end, the good kid with the paralyzed dancing grandpa. Shooting out above the factory way up above the sky he passed on his candy making factory to the boy. If you haven't seen that movie recently you ought to. It's a damn classic and I think you fucking ought to show some damn respect to Gene Wilder after his passing.

The elevator stops and everyone after eventually shaking off the dizziness rises to their feet, that is but for Hillary of course, who lays on the ground hacking up blood and convulsing. One of the secret service agents pulls a dead fetus out of a duffel bag marked 'lunch' on the side and Hillary swallows the dead fetus baby whole. Slurping and smacking her lips with blood after wriggling the last bit of flesh down the tip of her esophagus.

Hillary seems quite a bit more invigorated now, as she sits up higher in her wheelchair and even peddles herself over to a podium. It is apparent that on this 666,666th floor way up high in this tower of evil Isengard is the debate prepping stage for Hillary, as three podiums set facing on another in a semi circle. One marked for Hillary, one for Trump, and the other just says 'fat fucking foolio' with a picture of Robbbie Bourbon on it. As you all know the main stream media has been keeping it top secret who has been playing Donald Trump in her debate prep work. It is now revealed to you now that it is none other than the vilest villain of all time, Unknown Soldier. Who else could fling childish insults without any basis in policy at her better? Hillary makes her way to her podium, which is a delicate sofa with elegant pillows and gold plated remote controlled ass warming seats. Soldier comes out from behind a curtain, drunk on vodka, high on meth, and sticking his dick between a hole in a sexy looking picture of Joy Payne.

Unknown Soldier: "Oh hey baby, I didn't see you come in Hill."

Soldier attempts to hide the picture of Joy Payne, but to little avail his girl friend Hillary Clinton caught him red handed. Literally red handed as his hand and dick are both bleeding from how hard he was masturbating to the picture of Joy Payne.

Hillary Clinton: "It's fine Soldier. As you know I'm still able to get a ton of women to vote for me even though I support my sexually abusive and cheating husband."

Unknown Soldier: "Oh yeah, that's right huh?"

At that very moment, none other than Republicrat Afterthought Lincoln Huckabee appears!

The only possible fair and non-partisan moderator to ask questions and handle a debate of this magnitude.

"Donald Trump, were you surprised to see Barack Obama hand over his keys so that Robbie Bourbon could take over as Commander in Cunt of the United States of America?"

Unknown Soldier: "Not at all Wolf, in fact, that's what do Bill. They get lazy and just hand off their responsibilities to others. But hey, at least his golf game is lookin' good. Am I right, eh Wolf?"

"Mrs. Clinton, what are your thoughts about Mr. Obama being that willing to hand over our country to a fat clown pedophile looking cartoon mother fucker in a mask that easily?"

Hillary Clinton: "In order for me to have any hope of winning the election, I'm going to have to lick the sweat off of the back of Barack Obama, so therefore I want to let the American people know that I plan on just pretty much calling it in on auto-pilot and letting Obama's twenty trillion dollar debt creating policies continue."

"Now, a question for Mr. Bourbon. Sergeant Saggy tits, what exactly is your plan for dealing with Allepo... Wait, what's that? Oh Robbie Bourbon doesn't even have 15% in the polls and he won't even be in the debates. Oh well, fuck it, not like he had a chance of actually winning. Next Question is for Hillary Clinton. How do you plan on rebounding after Zach Galifinakis pretty much embarrassed you just like you were Ann Coulter getting roasted."

Hillary Clinton: "Zach is a very funny guy, but the thing about it is this Bill, isn't it obvious he's just a chauvinistic dirt bag? I'm a woman so I can accuse Donald Trump of being a sexist, I mean come on Wolf! The whole entire world that doesn't agree with what I have to say is a misogynistic ball of mess. People need to vote for me. I am woman, so hear me roar bitches!"

Soldier roars back at Mrs. Clinton seductively and manly as fuck and then they both go into somd kind of weird deep sheepish school yard eyeball staring glance at one another. Then Soldier takes off running like a wild teeth baring, drool flinging, hyena on the run towards that old sweaty worn out vagina of Mrs. Clinton's. The secret service agents tackle him before he can reach his girlfriend. Soldier can no longer help his full on raging erection and just proceeds to wrestle and hump the secret service agents that are trying to bring him to the ground.

Hillary Clinton: "Soldier! No, give me that demi-demon dick!"

Mrs. Clinton's lets out another roar and flings herself out of her wheelchair like a fish jumping out of water, she flies in ultra slow motion ungracefully through the air flapping her arms and stubs growing out of her knees. Landing on top of the dog pile and joining in on Soldier's humping spree. Soldier pulls out from behind a prop on the stage a can of Red Bull! An energy drink that Doctor D'ville introduced to him, and as is Soldier's nature, he gets addicted to literally any drug upon first trying it. Specially one that's going to help you get it up to Hillary Clinton all night long. Mrs. Clinton then proceeds to turn his blue balls into red as the scene of light now fades back into the void that broadcast darkness throughout the rest of your every day monotonous boring life away from SATAN! vision.

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