Erased by Executive Order

President Biden and his administration are moving ahead with a 10-day sprint of executive orders, beginning Thursday with measures requiring masks and quarantines for travelers and plans to utilize the defense production act to eliminate any further supply shortages in critical inoculation materials.

2 thoughts on “Erased by Executive Order”

  1. So now America becomes a nursery school with “theme days” and a stern mommy government demanding you wear a face diaper and legal spankings if you refuse. Mommy Biden knows how to deal with naughty citizens.

    Here is a your bedtime story boys and girls. One night the presidential pustule appointed a Jew, Anthony Blinken, as his secretary of state. He then appointed two other Jews, Sholomo Wynken and Murray Nod, as his chief secretaries and assistant.

    And here is their story:

    Wynken, Blinken, and Nod one night
    Sailed off in their American prize,—
    Sailed off on a river of hate
    Into a sea of lies.
    “Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
    The old moon asked the three.
    “We have come to fish for the goyim-fish
    That live in this wretched sea;
    Nets of silver and gold have we,”
    Said Wynken,
    And Nod.

    The old moon laughed and sang a song,
    As they rocked in their American prize;
    And the news that sped them all night long
    Ruffled by waves of lies;
    The little stars were goy sycophants
    That lived in the wretched sea.
    “Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
    Sniveling cowards are we!”
    So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
    And Nod.

    For decades long their nets they threw
    To the stars in their cesspool home, —
    Then down from the skies came the American prize,
    Bringing the rabbis home:
    ‘Twas all so horrible a sight, it seemed
    As if it could not be;
    And some folk thought ’twas a nightmare they’d dreamed
    Of sailing that wretched sea;
    But I shall name you the fishermen three:
    And Nod.

    Wynken and Blinken are two little eyes,
    And Nod is a little head,
    And the American prize that sailed the skies
    Is a Jewish pornographers bed
    So grit your teeth and shut your eyes while the little Jew sings
    Of horrid sights that be,
    And you shall see all the wretched things
    As you rock in their deceitful sea
    Where the American prize rocked the Jewish fishermen three:—
    And Nod.

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