You can’t judge a candidate by the people voting for them, except in the case of Hillary Clinton supporters, because . . . well you’d have to be blind, deaf and dumb to not see how corrupt she is. And if you’re one of the many people who are voting for her just to keep Donald Trump out of office, do yourself a favor, and stay home when the polls open.
As more and more videos surface of people getting rallied up at Donald Trump’s speeches, the Internet is having a field day. Granted, some of the people seen in the videos come across as a bit crazy. But it’s difficult to tell if they’re actually racist or if the exhaustion over political correctness has bubbled to the surface and exploded like a volcano.
One very liberal actor has seen these videos and is calling for a cleansing of the “Republican nominee and his supporters.”
Find out who it is on the next page.
Get a life
They can now easily be seen
THE ‘CRYBABIES
only problem is, all too many racists are NOT white
YOU CAN GO TOO HELL AS WELL$#%&!@*ASS F**E
Will Smith , KING of the IDIOTS
We do a lot of$#%&!@*hunting down here , when they go rooting around they wind up in a tree with$#%&!@*dogs nipping at their$#%&!@*.
You are looking older
This ain’t Hollyweird buttercup, and you ain’t the good guy.
Starting with him and Obama? ?
Dear celebrities,
You exist for my entertainment. Some of you are great eye candy. Some of you can deliver a line with such conviction that you bring tears to my eyes. Some of you can scare the c**p out of me. Others make me laugh or want to dance. But you all have one thing in common, you only have a place in my world to entertain me. That’s it.
You make your living pretending to be someone else. Playing dress up like a 6 year old. You live in a make believe world in front of a camera or on a bandstand stage. And often, your existance is make believe when you are away from one too. Your entire existence depends on my patronage. I’ll crank the organ grinder; you dance.
I don’t really care where you stand on issues. Honestly, your stance matters far less to me than that of my neighbor. You see, you aren’t real. I turn off my TV, shut down my computer, or turn off the radio, you cease to exist in my world. Once I am done with you, I can put you back in your little box until I want you to entertain me again.
I don’t care that you think the BP executives deserve the death penalty. It doesn’t matter what your thoughts are on Trump. But I bet you looked cute saying it.
And you? Really? I’m supposed to care what the director of fluffy tripe made for gullible people thinks about global warming or gun control? Get back into your bubble. I’ll let you know when I’m in the mood for something blue and shiny.
And I’m also supposed to care that you will leave this great country if Trump becomes president? Ha. Please don’t forget to close the door behind you. We’d like to reserve your seat for someone who loves this country and really wants to be here.
Make me laugh, dance, cry, or scare me. But realize that the only words or music of yours that matter are scripted. I might agree with some of you from time to time, but it doesn’t matter. In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment
So, shut your pie hole and dance, monkey!