“If” you can stomach watching this “thing” note how quickly The Usurper’s expression changes from smiling and open to closed, uncomfortable and impatiently petulant as he focuses first on the French reporter, then to his handlers.
Then think “Legion.”
I don’t need to watch that thing to think “Legion”.
I can’t speak his name.
[or any of the myriad variations, thereof]
I can’t look at him.
I try not to even think of him.
I can’t eat and sleep fitfully, if at all, because of him.
I have never been plunged so deeply in despair by a “human” in all of my life.
He is “the one we’ve been waiting for”, alright.
Wheat from tares, sheep from goats, etc etc etc.
Woe unto those who worship him.
http://www.canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/11517
And you can probably kiss your 4th of July TEA parties goodbye.
He’s not going to let *that* happen again.