The Alex Jones Show, because there is a war on, for your mind.

If you like to gamble, I'll tell you how you're then.

You win some loose on it do the same to me. Biden is out and Kamala is in.

The election went from drool running to cool runnings faster and a female cop can fumble her firearm.

Move over RFK this November we've got a new throat goat and apparently her headshots don't miss.

Kamala Harris, or as we call her, War hawk toa, the half-black, half-Indian parents met at a 7-Eleven

robbery is officially the Democratic nominee.

Surely the Dems, the party that calls Trump the end of democracy.

Surely they allowed the voters to choose Kamala, right? What? No? Wait,

there's no right to choose? Guys, this is a presidential election, not a woman's body in Oklahoma.

Now, I don't want to seem like a flat-earthing dinosaur denying, believe all women conspiracy theorists,

but it kind of feels like the Democrats dragged Biden's lifeless course

through the campaign long enough to avoid a primary so they could place whoever they wanted

as the nominee. And that's about as democratic as North Korea's got talent. Sidebar last year's

winner Ching Chong Chessnut 836 rats.

Congratulations. chong chestnut 836 rats. Congratulations, ching chong. That's a lot of rats. We'll look forward to seeing how many

you eat next year. What I'm saying is they use a vegetable to install a plant. And honestly,

we would have been happier with a fruit. But the reality is it doesn't matter.

Last week, Trump became invincible, literally.

He was leading before and now he's number one with a bullet.

At this point, if the Dems wanted to beat Thrifty Cent, they'd have to run George Washington.

And Kamala could work for him.

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