Wait, what's that I hear in the distance?

Is that?

Dear readers, it has been some time since we last spoke.

I've spent many a long month in isolation

searching the darkest corners of logic and rationality.

But I've returned, and it gives me no pleasure to inform you

that the chattering classes of this once great nation are at it again.

This week, the queen of woke SJW TV, darling of the loony left, Ellen DeGeneres, posted a

photo of herself at a Dallas Cowboys football game with former US President George W. Bush

and were the woke starzy excited to see one of their own extending an olive branch

of free and fair debate across the aisle to one of their former opponents? Of course they weren't.

It seems that even her years of service in the PC trenches were not enough to save her

from the onslaught of accusations of rehabilitating a war criminal. Even when she issued a video

clarifying that she, as a person of

wealth, was only there to enjoy the company of her wealthy friends and former President Bush just

happened to be there, this would not satisfy them either. Are the rich not entitled to a safe space

like the rest of us? Is that not the lefty Ramona doctrine that everybody is entitled to be coddled

and associate only with their own kind brackets except in the toilet, why cannot wealthy people who have their own problems and

lived experience just like the rest of us congregate without fear of judgment and oppression?

I'm sure, on the other hand, that if Mr. Generis have been photographed with a darling of the

left, such as Colonel Gaddafi or Saddam Hussein

or dare I say at Jeremy Corbyn.

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