The Irony of the Deluded Calling Me Crazy

Isn’t it funny how the people most detached from reality are always the first ones to question your sanity?

I had someone just this morning, let’s call them a proud card-carrying member of the mainstream media cult, smugly inform me that I’m schizophrenic because I dared to question the narrative. You know the one: the tidy little propaganda package where everything’s fine, the government loves you, and the only threat to democracy is anyone who disagrees with CNN’s talking points.

This is coming from a person who genuinely believed that Joe Biden was really the President and whoever wore the Biden mask was sharp as a tack, made sound decisions on behalf of this nation, like the invasion of America. Joe Biden, the man who together with Obama, Hillary, his family and several in Congress, laundered money from Ukraine (isn’t that correct Lindsey Graham?) the actor who confuses his wife with his sister, forgets what year it is, and has to be guided off stage like a lost nursing home resident at a county fair. Yeah, totally real. Nothing to see here.

This same person believes Barack Obama was a natural-born American citizen, despite mountains of documents conveniently sealed, a birth certificate that would make a third-grade art teacher cringe, and enough questions surrounding his past to fill a congressional hearing, (like he’s a leader in the Muslim Brotherhood ) if we had a Congress worth a damn.

They’ll tell you Uranium One was just a harmless science project, not the international shell game that handed a chunk of America’s uranium supply to Russia while the Clintons’ “charity” foundations miraculously tripled in overseas donations. Nope, nothing shady there. Move along, citizen.

And let’s not forget, they still call the LA Riots “mostly peaceful protests.”
Thousands of businesses destroyed, neighborhoods burned, innocent people dragged from their cars and beaten in the street, but hey, it was peaceful because Anderson Cooper said so while standing in front of a burning gas station.

And I’m the schizophrenic one?

No, my friend. What’s truly unhinged is watching an entire generation of people accept blatant lies because the truth makes them uncomfortable. It’s easier to swallow the blue pill and pretend your chains don’t exist than to face the ugly reality that you’ve been played like a fiddle by a global elite that doesn’t care whether you live or die, as long as you keep voting the way they tell you.

So let them scoff. Let them point and shout “conspiracy theorist!” while they sip their $9 lattes and nod along to pre-approved outrage on cable news. Because soon enough, the dam breaks. The secrets come out. And the people calling us crazy will realize they were never in on the joke.

They were the punchline, and there is still the matter of the swelling. 😉