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Absolute proof of the empty, lost, aimless, superficial lives of those on the left.

Clothing.

Apparently, clothing changes "who you are" because the left really is just that void of substance. The left is a morally and ethically bankrupt cross section of the human race.

That's all it takes. Dress like someone else and become someone else. Its why the fucking idiot Martin Sheen thinks he is a real politician. Its why that fuck stick Deniro thinks he is a real gangster.
If we were in prison together, I'd buy and sell Deniro for a pack of Lucky Strikes.

Who would like to bet that I could put on a cute little dress and a pretty pink bow in my hair and STILL be an asshole that likes to remind people that candidate Harris fucked her way into politics. I could dress like a gal and still remind everybody that Joe Biden is a creepy old man that physically imposes himself on women and inappropriately touches children.

I could even put on some rouge and some lipstick and remind everyone that Joe Biden was part of the dirtiest most dishonest presidential administration in generations that gave guns to Mexican drug dealers and gangsters, lied to the American public about Obama Care, embezzled the public trust to financially enrich his coke dealing whore chasing son, empowered the IRS to target political opponents, pressured the bank industry to target gun owners, cowered from military action on Obama bin Laden, and colluded with Bill Clinton's wife and her Russian operatives to build fraudulent FISA documents to support spying on a presidential candidate.

I'm so awesome, I could don that stupid looking smock, and still make my wife shiver due the the raw concentration of masculinity coursing through my smock draped veins - pure toxicity - bathed in a light coat of CLP and beard wax.



The only real difference in my behavior that anyone would notice is that I would stand a little closer to the Barbecue Grill when I am using wood to smoke dead animal flesh because I wouldn't give two loose shits about getting soot and BBQ sauce on my dress.

...in fact, wearing a dress would make it easier to piss in my back yard when I am drinking whiskey and playing with my dogs.

There is nothing on any page in any Gucci product catalogue ever printed anywhere in the world that would cure what ails me.
This tartan smock with its delicate colors may REFLECT the essence of gender fluidity - but disrupting the toxic stereotypes that molds my masculine gender identity is an exercise in futility because in all of her miserable, annoying, anti-american, crooked, pandering, spiteful, and dishonest 72 years on this god forsaken planet - Bill Clinton's wife was right about one thing...
...my deplorability is irredeemable.


In fact, this wonderful tartan smock would make it remarkably easier for me to invite Gucci and the hollow empty soul-less hippy socialists that look to their clothing to validate their identity to kiss my deplorable ass.


That is all.