MSNBC's Chris Hayes is a sick individual who should be stripped nude, hoisted up a flagpole, and riddled with bullets as small children point, giggle, and hurl fruit: What you need to know
CNN is doing its best to keep pace, with Fauci rolling out his inevitable "Natural yet lab leak" hypothesis for its credulous but evaporating viewership
Chris Hayes is a the host of the MSNBC show All In and a soulless bullhorn of reckless falsehoods and confabulations, a coupling no more remarkable today than a professional bulimic being a daily producer of puke. In fact, in aspects both audiovisual and visceral, those two service occupations—corporate media personality and paid converter of ingested matter to projectile vomit—are now practically indistinguishable.
Throughout his career as a disinformation distributor, the rapidly jabbering, Coke-bottle-glasses-brandishing Hayes has often been confused with a good-sized lesbian, a very large gerbil, or both. Nevertheless, college-educated straight white women between thirty-five and menopause often express a desire to copulate with this fellow. While this seems odd on its face, consider that most of the women in this cohort who are still glued to MSNBC either haven't seen an erect phallus in years or are married to Chris Hayes soy-alikes who don't make close to Chris Hayes-level money.
But Hayes’ primary draw among frigid Millennial lefties is not unique: He blames every problem in the world on Donald Trump. Whenever a “liberal” television personality starts rambling about Trump—who is unforgivably impulsive, an idiot in general, and a menace given power, but not to be blamed for the country’s worsening distress and progressive collapse—it's game over for the hapless millions who qualify as irreversibly conditioned in this area.
(By the same token, all Fox News has to do to gin up bile among its viewers over any story is connect the story to Hillary Clinton, any male who looks Middle Eastern or Venezuelan, or any previously non-famous person suspected of being overly fond of riding the painfully engorged baloney-pony or chomping the glistening, newly shaved coochie-coo. See? All the Fox News regulars over 50 just winced.)
Pernicious ribaldries notwithstanding, you’ll recall that on March 9, a swarm of demoralized—and in the case of Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, apparently hammered—Democratic congress-puppets berated reporters Matt Taibbi and Michael Shellenberger for doing their jobs (with an unlikely assist from the ever-blossoming case-study in abnormal psychology named Elon Musk) by reporting on the most ambitious examples of government corruption in my lifetime. Yours, too.
And of course the reason Democrats on hand attacked these reporters, and the First Amendment itself, is that the true stories and storylines the Democrats were desperately trying to discredit happened to implicate Democratic congress-puppets in shameful, even criminal conduct, including clear First Amendment violations (Adam Schiff, for example, needs to have a quart of Drano run straight into his internal jugular vein for the things he’s done).
With the ongoing Twitter Files reporting no longer containable by “journalists” who are purely apparatchiks of the corporate media state, the possibly liquored-up theatrics by Wasserman-Schultz and her cohorts in the Capitol last week—who all and without delay should be scheduled for poisoning, electrocution, or decapitation, along with everyone in and above the Executive Office of the President—were as inevitable as they were depraved and self-immolating.
Have things really reached the point where the utterances of a former wrestling coach (no offense) named Jim Jordan can sound both eloquent and genuinely heroic? Why, they surely have. Oh, it’s all going nowhere fast for The People, but Jordan loves sermonizing and hates Democrats, and he was precisely on point in the March 9 hearings.
Expect other unlikely “heroes” to emerge before the mess is ultimately tabled and the relentless government suppression of true but inconvenient facts, along with its proportional distribution of propaganda, marches forward toward an unseen but certain national plunge into nothingness and mystifying, decentralized novelties like foraging for nourishment and wanking to mentally generated fantasies instead of online porn.
The March 9 hearings were just the display of defiant, contempt-laden, even quasi-regal dissembling by bent Democratic slaves to the World Economic Forum that sanguine pundits feared. Therefore, also obligatory in the chain of information processing was the unctuous, rambunctious misrepresentation of the proceedings by CNN and MSNBC. The latter outlet in particular—staffed exclusively by lifelong party hacks, former spies, dissemblers of color, and a lone, singing praying mantis named Rachel—went over the top in describing a wholly nonexistent, in fact impossible, reality.
This is where Hayes comes in. This time. As Taibbi himself noted in a paywalled article, Hayes had the nerve to claim, among other absurdities, that he saw no government involvement in the revelations of the Twitter files.
This is like saying “I don’t see how airplanes played a role in 9/11,” or “I’m not picking up a connection between supply and demand in the consumer market.” It really is just that nonsensical and dishonest. And because the real story behind these lies is so ominous, the lying underway is radically unforgivable. It will kill people; it’s meant to, by slow diabetic burn, poverty, injections, forced isolation, and above all fomenting discord between factions of people who, at least concerning matters vital, should be and must be united.
From Taibbi:
Allred then went on MSNBC, where my former friend Chris Hayes with a straight face suggested he didn’t see a “government angle” in either the Twitter Files or our testimony — both of which were more or less entirely about that issue — and Allred beamed in agreement, saying the discovery of Truthout and Ultra Maga Dog Mom on federal blacklists was just the FBI “pointing out that certain actions are probably Russian disinformation ops.” He also offered the ironic criticism that some people are “stuck in an information loop, in which you’re not allowing outside information in.”
That Hayes is both protecting the security state and burning legitimate journalists qualifies him for a stringent public shaming. For example, he could be stripped naked (except for those stylish glasses, and maybe his tie) and raised to the top of a flagpole in front of a crowded elementary school. Then, after he started flapping his arms and bitching about how cold it is up there, he could be shot for ten unbroken seconds by a team of a dozen or so first responders equipped with AR-15 rifles set to full automatic, with the somehow elegant jittering of his corpse amid the hail of metal visible for a full half mile, triggering oohs and ahhs and no small number of armpit-farts from the youthful gathered throng.
But that’s too generic. Since Hayes is at least part rodent, he should be force-fed massive amounts of the anticoagulant drug Coumadin. The generic name of this drug, warfarin, comes from “Wisconsin Alumni Research Foundation,” but more importantly, it was used as a rat poison before it was approved for therapeutic use in humans as a blood-thinning medication. In sufficient quantities, it basically liquifies anything with a circulatory system.
Someone who consumes about a half a pound of Coumadin—even if humanely blended into a large milkshake or vegan smoothie—will not last long at all. But it will feel like a long-ass time indeed. Hayes, who may not have started his career intending to serve as an enemy of freedom and the United States but nevertheless does, is an excellent candidate for either this style of reprimand or being walked into a gigantic spring-style mousetrap, which would spray Hayes’ well-fed guts fifty feet in all directions; a kaleidoscopic splatter of gory murine entrails, a veritable Claymore mine of ex-American, nearsighted, traitorous goop. Perhaps a polka-dotted bow-tie would be poignantly left intact and visible somewhere within the steaming, semisolid mess.
(Keep the children at a distance if this one happens, but don’t shield their eyes. This is the world we now live in, and they should know it.)
The government fully and openly expects the corporate media, which already dutifully convey every security-state lie to their gawping viewers, to also be willing conspirators in its censorship campaigns. After Tucker Carlson aired previously unseen 1/6 footage on Fox News—at one point hilariously declaring that the protesters “revered” the U.S. Capitol—it became clear that, even if Trump had goonishly (albeit legally) directed a mob of mostly deluded protesters toward the U.S. Capitol, the FBI and other operatives had infiltrated the crowd and done everything they could to throw gasoline on the situation and incite violence and chaos, above and beyond whatever the “real” protesters already had planned.
(Carlson, by the way, surprised almost everyone the other day by explicitly expressing regret about what he’s hinted at for years: that he detests the parade of neocon orthodoxies he has promoted, especially the Iraq War. And he says the sociopathic-careerist corporate media—my description, not Carlson’s—are fueling, rather than informing the public about, the world's problems. Huh.)
That the feds were unquestionably in the 1/6 crowd is of course a problem for both Democrats and Republicans.
Hence:
You should seek out information sources heavy on the use of the word “Uniparty.” Not every media-channel-proprietor who generously applies this term is coherent at all points, or sober at many of them. But the closer everyone gets to the reality that both Democrats and Republicans in U.S. Congress are wholly (and in most cases quite happily) owned by donors seen and unseen, and that the media really have become nothing more than a blunt arm of a corrupt American-ish government that is intent on inflicting on the citizenry additional deceits involving “vaccines,” wars, and the collapsing economy—the easier it becomes to give up pretending rooting for a political side is remotely sensible.
Also making the rounds lately was of course one-time physician-of-sorts Anthony Fauci, one of the most shameless, avaricious, and murderous figures in American history. (I am not exaggerating.) Because he was talking to a CNN audience, and because the face-anus feeding him questions belonged to the self-stroking blockhead called Jim Acosta, Fauci proposed a risible hybrid between “Okay, okay, it was lab leak” and “Look, it came through a lab, but from bats in the wild.”
Fauci looks older than dirt lately, enfeebled and harried, even allowing for his considerable, richly undeserved years. It’s possible the stress of being unable to fully suppress his own criminally feckless conduct once Republicans “took over Congress” (hardy ha ha) has hastened the aging of his woeful, wandering carcass and hence his deeply necessary demise.
But frankly, while his death by any mechanism would be welcome, he needs to be slain rather than permitted to expire peacefully in infamy. Not tortured, as I’ve suggested in the past. No one besides sexual sadists gets off on that, and while I’m both sexual and a sadist, I try to partition the two. So while Fauci deserves to end at the hands of The People—be the proceedings conducted extrajudicially, intrajudicially, subjudicially, superjudicially, microjudicially, megaajudicially, hypojudicially or hyperjudicially—he should be terminated humanely and apace; say, in an explosion that flash-transmutes his vainglorious meat into a myriad of nondescript chunks of charred and stinking biomatter.
Somewhere deep inside them, people like Hayes (who’s probably not a lifelong moral deviant) and Fauci (who absolutely is) know that they have earned this treatment. The trick is getting them to agree to it, or simply giving up all pretense that anything matters now that Russia is blowing up U.S. military machinery and storming the offices of CNN, MSNBC and Fox News by the thousands.
I would not suggest this with the Pentagon—yet—or with any government property in Langley or Quantico, Virginia. But given a well-caffeinated and committed mob of a few thousand righteous patriots, the media folks can be physically dragged into the streets or simply thrown along with their chairs and desks through 40th-floor windows onto whatever pothole-peppered New York City asphalt lies below.
And as their worthless selves are stomped flat and shredded and sundered by the fury of a unified as well as intellectually, ethically, and physically resurgent populace, they should be spoken to in low, stern tones, given the business, taken to the woodshed, given a good solid tongue-lashing, berated like sots, scolded like children, and finally told in harsh, hissing whispers: “Please do not do any of those things ever again.”
Somehow, I don’t think any of this will suffice to get the country back in the hands of The People. I’m just glad I was born early enough in its history to enjoy the U.S. of A. mostly as it was advertised to be, and then to sleep semi-contentedly for a few more years after it had become something else, something civilization does not need and cannot survive.