“Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.” – William Shakespeare, “Richard III”

I have a background in psychology. I am declaring the statists of America insane.

Statists were enraged when I went on Lou Dobbs’ show and said that Americans might want to question the sanity of the current president. My hate mail stacked up, as did threats, and other disparagements. I twirl my lipstick in anticipation of the vitriol I will incur from this piece, but someone has to point out the big, fat, cake-eating, poorly endowed, and yes, insane, naked emperor.

People in my field have a convenient “out” when it comes to their profession staying dominated by statists. You see, if you are a “professional” in a mental health field, you aren’t “allowed” to “diagnose” a public official (ostensibly because you haven’t personally analyzed the individual, and regardless of how obviously insane the daily behavior of the person becomes. So I guess Hitler was of a sound mind. Good to know).

Not only that.

You laymen out there aren’t allowed to diagnose insanity, either. After all, you aren’t professionals. We are. So be quiet, you, or we will label you insane. After all, we are the professionals. But we only diagnose you. Makes for better tyrann… uh, therapy. Yes. You understand? Do you need another blue pill?

That makes it simple for the ladder-pulling statists to facilitate radicalism in every facet of culture and society. If no one can call the leadership insane, then the only people labelable are the ones screaming that something is wrong. Smile for the cameras, crazy one. That’s YOU! And it is easy to dismiss the ranting of a crazy person, so the statists marginalize those who aren’t lockstep with their view.

That, my friends, is how insanity is institutionalized and instituted.

Take this week in review. Forget for a moment that Obama freed a likely deserter (Bowe Bergdahl) while he leaves an innocent American hero (Andrew Tahmooressi) held hostage in a Mexican prison for his own administration’s Fast and Furious plot.

Forget that he played golf and held fundraisers while the country he is supposed to lead continued to crash economically.

Forget Benghazi. Hillary said to.

Forget that Obama is focused on punishing people for disagreeing with him, using the IRS, NSA, SEC and other government agencies, while he allows illegal people to continue to suck the resources of the depleting U.S. economy. None of that matters in Hollywood, so it isn’t real.

Order Gina Loudon’s book “Ladies and Gentlemen: Why the Survival of Our Republic Depends on the Revival of Honor” – how atheism, liberalism and radical feminism have harmed the nation.

Let’s use a different barometer. Let’s look at modeling. Why not? Nothing else that happens these days makes any sense, so enjoy.

Remember the hot convict, Jeremy Meeks? Well in case you aren’t a sheeple who was glued to nothing but the World Cup and TMZ as of late, I will catch you up. Jeremy Meeks is a gangster who was arrested on felony weapons charges. He will probably serve some time, if Obama doesn’t decide he “could be his son.” But hey, while he is there, he has a lot to keep him busy. You see, after Mr. Meeks was arrested and his mugshot was put on the nightly news that no one watches, some brainless young hipster took note of his squared jaw and steely grey eyes in his mugshot, and it went viral. Now he is shopping modeling contracts while you, the taxpayer, pay for him to be fed and housed in a jail. Not a bad gig if you can get it. Although it’s not nearly as good as he will have it when he gets out!

When he gets out, his newly acquired lottery winner, ahem, “agent,” estimates that “Jeremy could make somewhere between $3,000 to $100,000 per month through endorsements and modeling. We are also speaking with several production companies about following Jeremy’s foray into the entertainment industry,” she said.


Well, that’s capitalism! God bless America! Maybe so, but just for fun, consider also, this:

Axelle Despiegelaere had the world by the tail. She was “discovered” when scouts saw her in the stands at a game and took her to makeup giant L’Oreal. L’Oreal hired her to be their new teen model. Things were going swimmingly, that is, until she did the unthinkable.

Pose naked you ask? No. Look where that got, well, basically every chick in Hollywood these days. Make a sex tape? Silly you! That is so Kardashian, and they are so last year! NO! She did the clearly unthinkable. She hunted. That’s right, kids! She hunted an animal. A perfectly legal, damn fine animal.

So you know that she must go, right? Well, that is what L’Oreal promptly did – they fired her. I mean, how dare she! Hunt a real animal? That is crazy, right?

This is what happened. Despiegelaere tweeted a photo of herself showing her trophy, um, murdered-precious-animal-soul-that-means-more-than-humans-for-some-reason, along with a caption that read, “Hunting is not a matter of life or death. It’s much more important … this was about 1 year ago…ready to hunt americans today haha.”


Now, in my red pill stupor, I thought she was fired for the “ready to hunt americans (sic) today haha (sic)” part. I quickly dismissed the antics and moved along, to watch for real news. That is until my partner in crime, co-anchor of Politichicks.com and Hollywood legend Morgan Brittany, joined me on Joe Messina’s radio show and informed me that Despiegelaere was fired from her modeling contract with L’Oreal not for her America bashing but for … (wait for it) … hunting!

That’s right, you can bash America all day long in the U.S. (Utopian States), but don’t hunt. Or own guns. Or eat your Pop-Tarts into the shape of guns! Sinner be damned!

The convict becomes a model, while the hunter is fired from her modeling contract. When you contrast the hiring of the gangster convict for possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars per week with the firing of Despiegelaere for a hunt by a company long known to test on animals who doth protest too much, you can make your own diagnoses about the politically correct theocracy where we reside and the sanity (or lack thereof) of the statists who run it.

Dang. I love the L’Oreal Rebel Red Infallible lip color. Guess I will have to trade it in on Urban Decay Revolution, Anarchy shade.


Someone please call the guys in the white coats.

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