Monthly Archives: June 2019

A PORTAL INTO THE ELECTION 2020 BLOODBATH

#45Fest LionelNation Live Chat immediately following the President’s triumphant announcement at 8 PM ET. Join your constitutional brothers and sisters at the Live Chat Portal that will remain open throughout the day so please review and join in the immersive and interactive world of participatory democracy. Talk radio on its best day can’t approximate same. Never could. Never would. Never will. Just can’t. Same reason a Kiwi can’t fly.
 
#45Fest begins today and mainstream media (MSM) crybabies are in the usual froth. Why, you ask? That’s what they do. It’s who they are and what they stand for. Obstructionist children. Confused and hateful haters hating without focus and surcease. Determined and sworn to destroy everything and everything Trump. Committed to promoting the systematic collapse of our constitutional republic and enlisted in the war against decency, normalcy and convention. If it’s weird, wrong, illegal, disruptive and contrary to anything involving (dare I even utter the phrase) Western ideology it will be ground into the ground by the heel of this seditionist jackbooted ideology. There, how’s that?
 
MSM news is a threat to our liberty and the continued sustainability of our constitutional republic. Inasmuch as I have sworn never to waste my time on this particular subject again, I must break my vow and say a word or twelve about MSM news and how you must, and I mean must, disconnect from this horror show of misinformation, propaganda and falsity. And I mean all MSM news platforms, every one of them. You must instead scan the available daily offerings from myriad sources as I do, getting a feel for what’s purported and presented as relevant and critical and then home in on that which you want to pursue or reject outright. You decide. Think of these platforms as chalkboard menus in the window as you peregrinate along boulevard looking for a place to dine. Scan the fare, peruse the specials and then decide what looks like pursuing. And if the selections suck, move on. Don’t happen in, sit down and hope that something worthwhile will materialize. When America plops down before the news circus, it’s at the mercy of some PA, assignment editor or per diem slave whose idea of news is the usual guest intensive, endless roulette wheel of the usual subjects thrust upon the masses: apparatchiks, most dull and on the dole, trained seals barking and bleating the usual scripted pabulum and putrescence that ensure the return run. Pull away now. Just say no. And think for yourself. Trust me.
 
Fueled by anger, buoyed by nescience. These news journo-wannabe rejects are enlisted to present their rote corporate un-American sockpuppet reality to you. Just the look on their faces is enough to inspire emesis. Their expressions alone. The moral certitude. The commitment to a cause they cannot actually explicate much less grasp, all the while trampling over the rights of Americans who deign to opine. Oh, and here’s the best part. They truly believe they’re journalists! Swear to Gawd. Or at least valid analysts. They are monumentally deluded by the self-deception that daily anti-Trump spewings reinforce, so much so that they hardly notice the level of schmaltz, schlock and dreck they sing. They tergiversate with the wind. And you’d think they’d notice the fact that these bastions of news vomit are shuttering daily. One would guess that the man-bunned, neck-tattooed vapid millenioid journo-lite Ted Baxter, ostensibly smart enough to second guess the President of the United States, could see the cards on the table and not bother drawing to an inside straight? Dig?
 
So stop anon. Cease this folly and you alone determine what you’re going to read, watch or listen to. You be your news director. Take charge. Listen, I haven’t watched network or mainstream media news since October 27 of last year and my life changed. Think of it not as a fast or a diet but quitting cold turkey.
 
So tell me, why can’t the #DemoRats understand why border security’s critical? Let’s talk irony and hypocrisy simultaneously. There are those who have the hardest time explicating much less understanding the quintessentially obvious rationale over enforcing national borders from being breached by swarms and murmurations of illegal, sometimes diseased, sometimes sex-trafficked, sometimes drug-smuggling “migrants.” At the same time they show this uncanny ability to recognize the most persnickety of rules anent social media violations and the like. Amazing, truly. They can recite every iteration of statutory hate yet can’t see the sapience in and of enforcing a border and protecting national sovereignty. Just think about that for a moment. These trifling blateroons, yammering into the night as to the most inconsequential of nothing, are without the ability to recognize trespassory encroachment as they swipe their door cards suspended from the ubiquitous corporate-issued lanyard so they can seal themselves from the big, bad and awful world they’ve retreated from.  
 
It’s worse than we thought. Eric Blair warned us of thought police, Stasi-like surveillance predators and freedom assassins, more government than private. But that was then. These days are different. You must understand a simple fact: It’s the private sector I fear most now. The citizen pitchfork and torch wielder. They’ve a ferocity in their disdain for your self-expression and categorization of critical and will stop at nothing to shut you up and down straight away. The numbers and frequency of predatory thought vigilantes are actually the product of a mental health issue, viz. an oblique yet metastatic narcissism that demands the expunction of their rivals’ opinions and viewpoints deemed inconsistent with corporate fascism.
 
Valedictory. It’s actually a simple thought, but what will the TDS-afflicted and infected do when Trump wins round two and then says adios thereafter? Will they have crafted a cogent message, platform or worldview by then? I seriously doubt it. Seriously.
 
Mark Your Calendar! LIONEL AT THE CUTTING ROOM. SOUND THE KLAXON! October 5, 2019. Mark your calendars. Lionel returns to and storms the stage of New York’s heralded and lauded and world-famous Cutting Room for an evening of (out)spoken word and bluegrass. This is not standup. This is not your father’s comedy. This is brutal, piquant commentary and analysis. Hie! You know the drill, patriots. Operators are standing by. Here, click!

The Unspeakable Truth of Human Trafficking: The Horror At Your Doorstep. My wife, known in Conspiratorium circles as the Inimitable and Ineffable Mrs. L, has a compelling address that I commend to you as it exposes and confronts a topic that for reasons I shan’t ever understand has been avoided altogether by the usual suspects, the nefarious MSM failures. It’s a compelling interview that I humbly request you forward to colleagues and friends to spread the word and illuminate this subject.

INFORMATION LYNCH MOBS AND VIGILANTE THOUGHT POLICE

Today, please enjoy these amuse-gueules for your edification and review. Brief, comprehensive and tantalizing.  
 
Trump was simply magnificent at D-Day commemoration ceremonies. This week (I trust) we all took the time to join as Americans and citizens of the free world in recognizing the brave men and women who contributed to the collective and cooperative quashing, destroying and dismantling of Hitler and the Axis powers, specifically as we celebrated the 75th anniversary of D-Day. President Trump was magnificent in his presentations and delivery. You’d never know it after watching the passels of submental #FakeNewsMedia children attempting in unison to disseminate via choreographed and rote blather the usual tirades that these scripted imbeciles churned out like rancid sausage. They simply cannot and will not report on what our President does without infecting and contaminating their reportage with anything vaguely resembling the truth. That’s why I’ve not watched MSM news since October 28 of last year and I’m a better person for it. If I had all the time in the world and knew every word of our lexicon and mother tongue I couldn’t approximate my utter and full-throated abhorrence of these MSM jackals. Have I made myself clear?
 
25th Anniversary of the O.J. Simpson Murders. June 12, 1994, Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman were brutally and savagely murdered by O.J. Simpson. You know it, I know and we all knew it. Then June 17, 1994, marked the most famous oxymoron since criminal justice: the now infamous slow speed chase that began the odyssey of the O.J. Simpson case that to this day the country is still fascinated by and with and for very good reasons. Remember also that there were no social media, no Twits, Faceboogers, YouBoobs, InstaCramps . . . nada. We actually had to wait until the evening or perhaps for a midday blurb or mention or we could turn to the then nascent iteration of CourtTV. It gave us celebrity lawyer commentators and analysts. It allowed the country to see the dark and crusty underbelly of a slipshod and corroded criminal justice system led by the (sorta) Honorable Lance Ito, the judiciary’s answer to Morty Gunty. Just imagine what the coverage would be today with mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging social media trolls, SJWs, virtue signalers and outrage clowns. Somehow we knew what the case was about and what it mean without 24/7 real-time digital dreck and drivel. How’d we do it?
 
Outrage as a national pastime. Thought vigilantism, outrage mobs, thought police, outrage as a blood sport, Salem witch trials redux intersecting with “modernity,” identitarian lunacy, intersectionality outrage by proxy, #MeToo derailed and diluted. Are you seeing what’s happening here, patriots? Are you keeping an eye on these horrors? Don’t let the nomenclature throw you off, don’t be confused for a moment. 
 
The intellectual disconnect of the TONYs mentality. I want you to ask yourself this question (provided you watched last night’s TONYs for a picosecond): What audience did these folks speak to exactly? Let me repeat, what cross-section of America did these participants, celebrants, honorees, presenters and the like represent? Moreover, did they speak on behalf of the DNC? If so, this might be a critical mistake of incomprehensible proportion.

Cognitive Infiltration, anyone? Those of us in the #woke community will never forget the cosmic horrors promoter by Samantha Power’s vir, the profoundly scary Cass Sunstein, Obama’s regulation czar, who once advocated cognitive infiltration (described infra) as a 1984-esque, Stasi motif of paid rats, informants and government types monitoring social media platforms seeking and wreaking havoc on those who dare to expose, explore and promote the politically-unfortunate methodologies and thought minefields of dystopian doublespeak and unipolar reconfiguration. Please enjoy this piece from memory lane.

“[W]e suggest a distinctive tactic for breaking up the hard core of extremists who supply conspiracy theories: cognitive infiltration of extremist groups, whereby government agents or their allies (acting either virtually or in real space, and either openly or anonymously) will undermine the crippled epistemology of believers by planting doubts about the theories and stylized facts that circulate within such groups, thereby introducing beneficial cognitive diversity.” (219) Sunstein and Vermeule “Conspiracy Theories: Causes and Cures” (J. Political Philosophy, 7 (2009), 202-227). [Emphasis supplied.]

Mark Your Calendar! LIONEL AT THE CUTTING ROOM. SOUND THE KLAXON! October 5, 2019. Mark your calendars. Lionel returns to and storms the stage of New York’s heralded and lauded and world-famous Cutting Room for an evening of (out)spoken word and bluegrass. This is not standup. This is not your father’s comedy. This is brutal, piquant commentary and analysis. Hie! You know the drill, patriots. Operators are standing by. Here, click!

The Underground Roseanne Barr Interviews. I prefer to call them sessions. You must watch this high summit of sentience. Roseanne = America’s sweetheart = America’s mom. TV pioneer and visionary and now the inadvertent posterchild for fascistic censorship over the most insignificant of tweet bleats in the annals of recorded history. Please click here for INTERVIEW ONE and INTERVIEW TWO. But make sure you’re sitting down and that family members and caretakers are standing by once the paroxysms of laughing fits hit.
 
GeoEngineering: What the hell are they spraying? And the issue whose nonchalance confounds me to no end is that which is commonly and mistakenly referred to as #chemtrails. Please, focus on the nomenclature that’s critical and accurate. I commend to you my latest and best video interview with the inimitable and ineffable Dane Wigington of GeoEngineeringWatch.org that you must watch above and first of all. And please forward it accordingly.

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THE EXISTENTIAL FIGHT FOR OUR CONSTITUTIONAL REPUBLIC

As you most probably know and are beyond mentally saturated over and through and with, the Mueller Report is now dead, buried and the crypt keeper Robert “Lurch” Mueller provided some of the most incomprehensibly incoherent blather masked as rationale for finding President Trump NOT NOT GUILTY. That’s right. He wasn’t found NOT GUILTY (admittedly beyond the province of any Special Counsel report). No, he was found NOT NOT GUILTY. The elusive and illusive and illusory juridical double negative. So does that mean that Trump’s guilty? No, but if Mueller says he’s not in fact not guilty or innocent, why doesn’t that translate to guilty? Great question. Now all we need is a great answer.
 
What does this all mean? The double, elliptical, desultory, discursive verdict. NOT NOT GUILTY. Translation: It’s not that he’s not guilty, he’s not not guilty. Not guilty but not exonerated. Not guilty but not because there’s no evidence of guilt . . . no, wait . . . not guilty, not because due process requires such . . . no, that’s not it either. No, he was not guilty because after 675 days, 501 witnesses, 2807 subpoenas and a price tag in excess of $38M (double it) there was simply not enough evidence — or no evidence at all of any criminal exposure or liability. You mean he’s innocent, right, Bobby? No, on the contrary he’s not without guilt though he’s without any evidence of that which would suggest or indicate guilt and/or culpability. If this makes any sense to you, congratulations. You’re the only one.
 
Now that the Mueller Investigation is over it’s time to focus once and for all on the sole, lone and only issue for Election 2020, 519 days from now. But you’d never know it if you listened to the main focus of putatively conservative media and pro-Trump media platforms. If I hear one more mention of Hillary’s BleachBit servers and email systems, I’m going to climb a bell tower. Is there some personal, private contest or drinking game going on to see how many times that spoliation platform can be mentioned? My Gawd, let’s move on to the border.
 
That’s right what used to be the border. Our border. The American border. Now it’s the sieve, the state lines, the welcome center. “Bienvenido a Los Estados Unidos!” It’s pathetic, unbelievable and happening. That’s the issue. That’s it, plain and simple. Full stop. And yet there’s this preoccupation, this delusion that suggests that somewhere in Main Street USA good Americans are parsing anticipatorily through the intricacies of FISA [DECLAS] drumbeats and the persistent call for Mueller to testify or not, depending on your level of discursion.
 
I don’t begin to claim to know everything or anything about all that this POTUS faces. I’m sure as are you that when he took to the helm he was invariably told and informed that not everything he had wanted or planned or even promised to do would be necessarily easy or (God forbid) possible. Just look at the amount of time it’s taking to slap the bracelets on the #OvenMittFashionista, the BleachBit Queen (take a shot partiers), the woman who’s flouted and flaunted and flummoxed the system, thumbing her nose at justice and due process and any semblance of juridical certainty. Those of us whose focused crosshair justice has targeted this Chappaqua spoor for far too long and have been most patient in waiting for that celebratory moment when we receive confirmation along with the official (Mao jacket, bunker gear, reptilian exoskeleton backpacked) mugshot that this harridan has finally been nabbed. So we wait. We likewise wait for POTUS to scatter and shatter into smithereens the DOJ and FBI and its warrens of [DS] connivers, cons and conspirators. And wait. These things take time. There’s protocol involved. We wait for the wall. The promised wall. The wall that’s prominently configured in chants and rousing rants: BUILD THAT WALL! BUILD THAT WALL! And we wait. Patiently, ever understanding, always aware that these things take time and coordination and the like. We ingeminate to remind, to asseverate but even that begins to become problematic. Tiring.
 
But notwithstanding our patience and understanding there comes a feeling of desperation and uncertainty and fear. Fear that somehow, in some way these horrid Dems might just figure a way through connivance and legerdemain to change the numbers, TRULY collude to affect an election and through their incredibly biased and hallucinatory media platforms (that dominate, thank you very much) . . . somehow they might deprive our savior of our Round II. Yes, I said savior.
 
But, I and we take a deep breath and steel ourselves, unyielding and ever-committed to the fight of a lifetime. A fight for the future of our beloved constitutional republic.

Mark Your Calendar! LIONEL AT THE CUTTING ROOM. SOUND THE KLAXON! October 5, 2019. Mark your calendars. Lionel returns to and storms the stage of New York’s heralded and lauded and world-famous Cutting Room for an evening of (out)spoken word and bluegrass. This is not standup. This is not your father’s comedy. This is brutal, piquant commentary and analysis. Hie! You know the drill, patriots. Operators are standing by. Here, click!

The Underground Roseanne Barr Interviews. I prefer to call them sessions. You must watch this high summit of sentience. Roseanne = America’s sweetheart = America’s mom. TV pioneer and visionary and now the inadvertent posterchild for fascistic censorship over the most insignificant of tweet bleats in the annals of recorded history. Please click here for INTERVIEW ONE and INTERVIEW TWO. But make sure you’re sitting down and that family members and caretakers are standing by once the paroxysms of laughing fits hit.
 
GeoEngineering: What the hell are they spraying? And the issue whose nonchalance confounds me to no end is that which is commonly and mistakenly referred to as #chemtrails. Please, focus on the nomenclature that’s critical and accurate. I commend to you my latest and best video interview with the inimitable and ineffable Dane Wigington of GeoEngineeringWatch.org that you must watch above and first of all. And please forward it accordingly.

Antisocial media. TwitterFacebookInstagram, the Lionel Media website and browse the merch and marketing at the Official Lionel Nation Gear Store and above all, the Lionel Nation YouTube Channel where we engage in immersive, totally interactive live stream broadcasts twice daily. It leaves antediluvian talk radio in the dust. Where it shall remain.