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Humans we know when you go to vote they ask the usual questions.” “Are you democrat or republican?” When Bertha arrives, same questions. Bertha leans over with her heaving implants and winks. The male at the desk begins to sweat, he tries to not look, but as she leans in further, things pop out. She snarfs and ignores it, begins to dig for her ID in her large purse. She bends over into the purse with her tits at full salute. The woman is full frontal. No filter, no bra, duct tape or harness. She is halfway into the bag, legs far apart, with her skirt blowing in the breeze. Did we mention she wasn’t wearing underwear? Oh, the crying game was on. The woman was wearing a G string. Now it wasn’t just full frontal, but a full moon rising as well. Screams of “are those real?”, ” Is that Donald in Drag?” “That has to be Mike Johnson.” Bertha turns around, now fully naked. “They are real and they are fantastic.” She snarfs, holds her id in her teeth, gives the gawkers the evil eye and moves forward in line.

The fellow voters are trying not to look. It is warm so she is trying to vent herself with her fan. The heat becomes too much for her implants making them swell. People hear a slight hiss and look around. Things are deflating. Both toucas and tits have decided to go independent. An old codger decides he wants to cop a feel. He staggers over to her and trips right into her tits. Bertha looks at him and winks. “Was it good for you, do you need a cigar?” What is it about people waiting in lines that make them lose their minds? It’s just waiting to vote. You are not going to the moon, waiting for a bathroom stall. You could be, but unless you are renting Chinese, in a bathroom, and you have to wait for the next stall to open, you are just waiting. This is not the big election; this is the small pre-election. You are not deciding are you swinging male or female, you are going shemale. You are picking people you never met, hopefully won’t screw you without drinks first. As she waits in line she spies someone she has known for 2 years, is still in love with, but due to a phone accident that blocked him and deleted him? He pretends not to see her, nor speak with her. It does not matter that she is full frontal, bouncing up and down, making other men drool. He loves her but never wants her to call him again. He sees her, looking dejected and sad. Even her tits have lost their za za zoo. It’s a battle of the eyes, a tango of desire. Its voting. He moves up, she sneaks up to cop a feel. Wrong person, he already voted and snuck out. The poor man whom she groped is smiling. She looks at the poor bastard who is drooling, wildly panting. She snarfs, votes, and walks out. Placing her “I voted” sticker on her tits, she looks around the parking lot. Not seeing her par amour, but hearing ” signora, you lose your behind.” It was the guy she groped. Apparently, she lost one of her toucas implants that deflated. Much like her hopes of regaining her lost love. Ah voting, you never know what you will run into, have to deal with, expose. But would we want things any other way?

This is what separates the Hatfields and Macoys. It is what either brings people close together or makes lifelong enemas of the people. Let’s hope Democracy wins, humans win, and Bertha can finally get her man back.

Yeah, can you really talk about nothing? People always ask you, what are you talking about? I am talking about nothing. There is a lot on the table when talking about nothing. Can you read between the lines to see what nothing is? It’s like a swap meet for cats. Cats say a lot without saying a word. They give that…you know we can take you out with one paw. That is something. People back away, they got it, the message is clear.

Politicians talk a lot, about nothing. They think it is something, most of us say nah, it’s nothing. They try to sell you on an idea, if the first shot does not work, they go to number two. If that doesn’t work, their eyes begin to dart around, looking to see if anyone buys it. You know it’s a crock, smells like rotting fish, won’t help anyone. Still a few hang on to every word, like they just heard about a sale on Charmin. You don’t diss the Charmin, Cottonelle is not the same. One has ripples, the other is two ply. Nothing. Bertha is taking notes, one has nipples; Saying something about nothing. It’s all about the nipples.

Now if you must say something about nothing, how do you do it? If you are being watched, you use nothing. Those apps these days, they are not making them where you can undo something. You have block, or delete. Where is the button that says so you want to undo your mistake? Sorry pal you are screwed. Did you try to delete and start over? You cannot start over because you deleted all of the information you needed. You bounce around the room like a banshee, begging the phone to come back. One time, show up just one time…..oh you muther…..The other party gets cut off, no last words of goodbye, or what or why? You have to find a way to talk about something. It was the cards again, wasn’t it? Dammit, I was so close. No, it was not about the cards. No third party on this party line. You just said a lot without saying something. You just said nothing.

What if you cannot use emails to talk about nothing? Escargot is a good alternative. If you have the proper address and zip code, the sky is the limit. You can discuss anything you want, no watcher to watch you. Pig Latin, a lost art, can be used. It isn’t the time element; it is the message. So, what shall we talk about? You are trying to understand something about nothing. You need to give your computer an icky may. You want your words to be private, no monkeys lingering around to steal your bananas away. Sometimes, you just want them to go away. Donald wants them gone, his kids, his aides, Putin, Benny, Epstein is no longer watching. Put them under a microscope, it’s like a colony of little men looking like orange sperm. There is the little bastard who looked at my bank accounts, that one was in my bathroom, trying to flush the two ply again. Donald, you cannot flush the two ply, it will clog the plumbing. Talking about something without saying something. Do you flush, or do you shred? You can flush shreds. Donald is pacing the floor, to flush, or shred, that is the question. His wife is telling him do not forget to flush, apparently, he has mammary issues. Once again, he is back to the how to talk to the three amigos, without saying something.

Bertha said a lot, she did not hold back. She tried to find ways to explain herself without saying something. Someone will look at her writing and say, aha, that is a guy trying to say a lot with a few words. The guy in question is caught between a rock and a hard place. If he responds, is he talking to a man or woman? Is it someone he knows, who is saying something without being obvious? Is there a generic response to a situation that is unknown?

This is a situation that has plagued people for decades. But we didn’t say a word. We just talked about nothing.

Ok we know what you are thinking, no, that isn’t what we are talking about. Unclench your intestines and pay attention. Does anyone know what is happening, can we prove what is happening? NO. But this is getting to be like a bad Seinfeld episode. We know someone is watching, but do they know we know? If they know, how do they know we know? How do we know they know that we know? How often do you hear watchers say we are glad that you are watching? Do you ever hear them say we might get it wrong, but we are going to watch anyway? When you are watching, what do you watch? When do you watch and what do you see happening? Is it meh, oh, ok, we saw this coming, and we are going to keep on watching to see if it gets better. Is it something that can get better or are we waiting with bated breath? Who might change their mind, go the other way, go both ways, get stuck, accidentally go whoops, we made a mistake. How do we fix this? Can we watch them try to fix it, or do the numbers show its fixable, but we need to find a solution. If the solution is due to a technical glitch, its fixable, you might get a blank screen for a while; or things may show things doing strange. We know, define strange exactly. No, it’s not Charlie Harper doing strange. We know that isn’t happening. What if things are the result of interference, ahem, Donald, is that you? What if you are watching and the information does not compute or go through? You need to give it a technical high colonic. It is one that crosses both eyes and offers a breath mint in the am. It has been known to happen without warning. Now, are we talking about the crossed eyes or the breath mint in the morning?

What is the difference you ask? Glad to have you, sit down and Bertha will explain it all. The watcher is watching for the glitch that catches you off guard, that you do not see coming. It is the moment when you think you are somewhere in the cosmos, doing your thang, and suddenly you are met with …..exactly. You wake up and find a black screen. Nobody is there, but you know they are watching. Techs are on call trying to undo the glitch that caused the whoops moment, with the other side asking what just happened? Bert, I am getting nothing, what just happened? Bert is looking at you with crossed eyes from his high colonic looking puzzled. Nada, zip, no idea, no communicato, nothing is going through. That is a technical glitch. It is not a watch, it is a glitch. It is all circuits are busy, please call back when sanity has been restored. It is not an I am pissed as hell and am done glitch. No, that is a whole nuther animal. That is the one that comes from the monthly “get the hell out,” cover your ass until the meds kick in….glitch.

Ok, so the watchers are watching these glitches, with varied resources, trying to find the crossed wires that have caused the glitch. The viewer in the meantime is sitting back, biting his nails wondering if his channel will come back or if it is gone forever. A few clues it will be back…take notes, sheep hate to repeat themselves. Your first clue it is there, under your nose, but showing up in drag as a transgendered sheep. It is watching you as you watch it, not knowing you have no idea what the hell is going on. The second clue, it is using sign language, in sheep speak. The viewer is still not recognizing the signal. The sheep is doing the macarena trying to get you to see under the dress. What do sheep need to give the slap upside the head? In some cases, apparently so.

Now, the watcher is watching the sheep do the macarena, wondering if that is just something that happens when wires get snipped, crossed, or if it is a means to watch what the sheep is watching? Is there a tell? If there is a tell, is it enough to get rid of the glitch? You never know what the watcher is looking for or at. Big brother has perfected the art of watching. Bertha has mastered the art of watching, long ago. She likes to watch.

Ok so we gave you two. The third tell is silence. No speech, nothing written, sent, just ….silence. No feedback whatsoever. The wires are fixable. You will get your picture back, the sound might come off like Christina Aguilara, but you know you got it back, forever is the deal.

If it’s not coming back, the color will be off, there will be lots of noise, You will notice you get zapped with a power surge. They can be nasty, they sneak up on you and then before you can say shag me sailor, you are caught . You don’t want the zap. Donald this is for you too. Donald is busy looking at Putin and Benny asking now what?

The watchers are waiting ready to pounce on the glitches. One by one, they are looking at the numbers, are they going up or down? If they are going down, who is doing the doing? If you see them flipping around like a flounder, you can assume some are still undecided and can’t decide who to choose. Um Vagina, its simple, he is not the Messiah, and NO he will not fix your toilet. He won’t lower your taxes, grocery prices, gas prices, but he will raise your rent prices to insane amounts. Your three times salary won’t be enough to cover his economy. If they are still flip flopping, just take those segments out of the voting. That isn’t a glitch, that is a choice. You might not get the results right away, it could take a while. But do not give up. Do not walk away saying it left. No, it might be waiting for something having nothing to do with this at all. Isn’t it strange? No strange left at least two weeks ago. This is the result of a technical error that is waiting to be fixed.

Now watchers, we are watching, we are listening, and we are looking for objects that seem close, but are actually far away. So far, no intruders, we still have Bertha doing the macarena, and puppy humping squash, but have faith, one of them will catch something. Something will come into focus, you will get your result, stay positive. Unclench your intestines, these things take time. Strange is not on the menu. There are no third or fourth parties having a party line.

That is what you call a watcher watching a watchee, who does not know we are watching the watchee, or the watcher. We will swap your flip flopping halibut for a potential trans sheep. No tartar sauce does not come with it. The sheep says it wants Tacos on the sofa. It wants tacos or to be doing the sheep taco style? We are not sure, but it is better than crabs. Nobody wants crabs on any sofa. Oy, Keep the faith, it’s not over until Bertha sings.

Bertha is watching literally Paris burn, England on edge with the serious potential of the beginnings of WWIII. Our allies whom once we called friend, cohorts, that had our backs, must now fear for their own. Our once NATO allies living in the same fear as Great Britain. Trump is in Washington not offering assistance but backing our enemies. He has turned against our own people, here and abroad, NATO who no longer trusts him nor Hegsedth, nor any of Trump’s minions. That, humans, is treason. You are seeing it square in the face. Congress and Senate who are not demanding his immediate removal from office, impeachment, or prison sentences guilty of mal feasance. They are so afraid of losing their kickbacks, under the table, illegal insider trading deals, power, loss of election; by not demanding the one thing that could slow this war way down, they refuse.

This was Trump and Putin and Benny’s plan all along. By using and manipulating Trump, they are getting him to do their dirty work at everyone else’s demise. Election interference is no longer a maybe, folks it is happening, next will come martial law. Wait for it. It is not if, but how quickly will this happen? Given how close we are to the election, sheep’s guess it will be within the week. Brace yourselves Bridget, put on your big boy panties, ladies, take off the bleach and fake tans, nails, boobs, hoochie mama outfits, and get ready to fight. Those fools that think their little handguns and shotguns, bump stocks Susan Collins so readily supports, will put you in body bags. Sheep do not sugar coat. You think you are acting macho, that you can beat a nuke, Or Bio, or both? Bertha and puppy are on the floor laughing their behinds off at that image.

Maga take off your caca covered glasses, stop inhaling the garbage Donald is feeding you and wake the hell up. Others have, are mad as hell at all of you. You are so blinded by your own ignorance, you refuse to see what is right in front of you, will be on your doorsteps. This is no longer about republican’s vs democrats. This is about all of our survival. Here and abroad. That Great Britain is ready to go to war in a few hours to protect their own people and allies, one that used to be us? That should wake everyone the hell up. “Top UK General WARNS of WORLD WAR 3…Midas Touch as of October 18, 2026. ” Ben Masalas’ does not lie, facts do not lie, TRUMP and his people lie and cover up facts, big time.

It won’t just be nuclear, there is bio involved coming out of Taiwan, from China. This will make covid and WWII look like a cakewalk. Do not take sheep’s words for it, do your due diligence, read something other than garbage, football. Trump and his republican senate and congress are all working with Russia, making billions from illegal deals against our own people and the Ukraine. He is not an angel, he is what NOSTRADAMUS referred to as the next dark beast, devil, Satan. His quatrains have yet to be simple coincidences. Bertha does not believe in them, and most have come true. Regardless of what your religion is, not one, but two people Baba Venga saw these images happening in October of 2026. Were they wrong about 911, Princess Diana, JFK’s assassination? Let’s throw in the pandemic of covid, another of the mass tsunamis, floods. All smack on target, not coincidence.

Go ahead, laugh, say Bertha has had too many martinis. None of this will happen. Do you really want to take that risk? Sheep do not. If top British forces are already prepared to fight in a few hours, and other major news outlets, not your local schmucks, are saying the same, here and abroad, BBC does not lie. How many chances are you going to give Trump and his regime before we are all dead? By the way all of us are not ready to check out right now, we still have a lot to accomplish. Do not let blind ignorance, arrogance, cult lies blind you to the truth. You are not helping this by cheering him on. This is not something to be proud of, celebrate. Your kids are dying and killing others with measles, from lack of vaccinations, and its killing others along the way. Sheep love Jesus, ok? But even we say it’s time to stop the madness. This is no time for cherry picked anything. COLD HARD FACTS cannot be disputed. This isn’t about Adam and Steve. Maybe Putin and Donald, Johnson and Hawley, we digress. This is not a game, not a bad dream. Folks, this is about to happen. You all should be fuming that you trusted a complete loser and incompetant as the French say, to destroy this country and our people, here and abroad, your sons, daughters, mothers and fathers, sisters, brothers. It is real. Demand article 25 asap for all of them. I don’t care if you put in orangutans, or monkeys who are gay, straight, black, white, green or chartreuse. But it must happen before all hell breaks loose. The clock is ticking folks. The clock is ticking. This is about saving our humanity and those NATO countries who once called us part of them. Our people are not the enemies. Our leaders are.

Bertha has been sidelined, benched, put on hold, but she is not gone. Her visit to the Hospital for x rays, left quite the impression on the poor schmuck who took the X rays. His retinas will never be the same. In all of his years as a tech, he has seen a lot of things. These took him down. He had to be given mouth to mouth by Bertha to revive him. You may wonder what he found, some can be explained, many leaving people wondering, what the hell just happened? Let’s try to look at some of the findings, and feel free to laugh, plotz, whatever makes you moan.

Bertha is a gal with a big yap, she says things, does things, is blind as a bat without her glasses. When she loves, she loves hard, never let’s go. When she is between a literal rock and hard place, instead of stepping back, the girl goes sheep. If she is in the middle of a sneeze, her big boobs get in the way, her glasses come off, trying to juggle her phone? Accidents happen, things get blocked, and everything goes wrong. But we love her that way, her big heart, her desire to keep everyone happy. The tech saw her phone, it still had those words, Blocked and Delete on it, then Oh Shit. It was not done in anger or upset. It was boobs. Whomever got that text, we feel for you. Hey who hasn’t hit the wrong buttons, or toucas, dialed someone, in an awkward position and accidently snapped photos while naked? It happens. With Bertha, this happened. Time for a trip down under to retrieve and reset.

That was the first thing, the second thing, was the result of going barefoot, and ending up with a hairline fracture from wearing her Manolos. Sheep are not made for that. Poor dear has been hobbling around for months, and this pair was unique, it had a wood liner. Yes, splinters. Oy my aching titties. A swallowed cell phone with messages, now this. What you may ask was next?

Bertha mistook her notes for NO Kings Protests for me edible paper, apparently was munching on it accidently. You guessed it, while putting together her list of items to carry: anti ICE protection cup, titanium bra which could not be popped while groped, feathers in case she had to beat them off. Yes, we know, we saw it. A feather boa in case she was photographed naked. A Hoodie with her favorite wrapper and person, Eminem. Music to get her wired for sound, also Eminem. The woman was ready for everything and anything. If she could not be near the one she loved, at least she was prepared for when it happens. Bertha, we hear ya woman, we would be moaning too.

Her implants required a fill up, and since her Medicare got cut, the hospital was no longer allowed to use the cutlets. But they could use a bicycle pump, so she was going for a twofer, tits and bits, and toucas too. Her kidneys were also on the list, requiring a bit of tlc. Bertha wanted the kind of tlc she is used to, but she has to settle for an IV for now. She did pass the no cancer test which gave her the vapors. Not the I just killed the violets type, rather, the kind that gave her a huge sigh of relief. Poor girl has seen some of her pals suffer the big lop off. Her notes were very specific, a bit too much info? Nah, not enough.

So, our girl is just resting quietly, no phone in site until it is retrieved, and to the poor guy who got the accidental dear john block? Bertha says it isn’t over, no need to jump to conclusions. Bertha and those boobs get her into more trouble. Would we want her any other way? I don’t think so.

As for the tech who woke up from mouth to mouth with Bertha staring him down? We hear someone said he kept muttering, his eyes! Bertha is not gone, did not disown, relocate, chase parked cars, or other men. She just made the mistake of multi-tasking, naked, and we have no idea, are actually afraid to know, how that damn phone got inside her gut. Puppy says he is thinking dirty thoughts, no dear, we won’t go there.

To all attending No kings, we say go give him hell!!! Sheep style. Happy Birthday to one King we can all agree on and still has it, won’t ever lose it.

Have you met Bertha? Bertha will do a lot of things in the name of love, politics, being the voice of the people, sheep, questioning everything and demanding the truth. The girl cannot be controlled; she won’t wear duct tape unless she can’t find a harness. If she finds a harness be warned she is not responsible for your retinas. If you peek, try to grope her, get fresh, you will be met with a swift kick in the toucas.

Bertha has held her tongue about alot of issues, so let’s go. Guess who’s back, back again, Bertha is back….Her favorite song by her favorite wrapper, Eminem. Let’s go…

You Tube has become a platform for broken hearted, desperately in love, disconnected couples that seriously need to contact, by phone, each other. Oy how hard is it to talk? Voicing one’s feelings, desires in person, on a phone is the only way to repair, undo, explain sudden exits. You hear the emotion, fear and love in the voice of your chosen. Puppy sends images of him humping squash. We are not telling you to hump squash, but hey, whatever works. ok, onto the second issues…

Must we see more images of Trump and his diapers? The letters sent to senators probably came in contact with a diaper change. Trump and his people decided to use it as a scare or intimidation tactic. You back him or next time it won’t be baby powder, it could be …merda. Does anyone dare think otherwise? Sheep put nothing past him. Not this nor his desire to try to cancel MLK day. Riiiiiight. Yeah that will go over like a lead balloon. Cities with MLK monuments, either put a truss around them, to protect them from his ICE idiots, who might accidently, on purpose try to desicrate them. OR, move them to the Smithsonian. Seriously. he wants riots to justify martial law. Don’t give him the opportunity. He is a national figure, a hero to many. Protect what is yours, the creators of the works would support you. It isn’t’ about the artwork, it is what it stands for. Protect it. If anything, it gives all of you, greater visibility making it even more public, in a federally protected museum. Not even Trump nor his minions can touch it there. Solid sheep advice.

Bertha refuses to be told she cannot wear implants. The woman is a transgender sheep. What is she going to wear? Balloons just don’t have the same effect, and they pop. Would you want her to cause a chipped tooth with a politico? How did it happen? No senator is going to admit to having a go with a transgendered sheep. Not even Kash. Maybe Johnson, or Graham, Hawley, we could go on. Grinder says show the list. Sheep are saving that for the final bow. Sometimes this is better than exposing, no pun intended, or is it? Those threesomes with foreign dignitaries. Didn’t anyone wonder why Trump is Putin’s bitch? Sheep have had their inner sheep at full suspicion. What, too close, did we strike a nerve?

We told you Bertha could not be silenced. You thought she would be a quiet sheep that never causes trouble. Oy were you wrong. The dames hanging around the band of brothers, did you think they were there out of love? Um no. Trump has more beards than a Budda statue. We digress.

You tube, get all of the heartbroken couples together in one place. Force them to speak up, not hide behind screens. If they read the comments, why are they not responding? This is going to sound like Kramer, but phones, numbers, forget apps and email. Oy so passe. Full of fakes, all need numbers on them to keep them straight. This one contacted me so it can’t be him or her, that was a dog with squash, how did that cat get in here? Make the numbers come up on the phone so the caller and recipient can identify who is calling. It is like Cinderella but on steroids. Hey, sheep had to throw that out there. The prince trying to get back in touch with his princess. The one that is tired of watching other people happily looking. It would put a stop to all of the imposters trying to con people. Number 5, why do you have a tail? Number 12, how did you get back on here? No, that is political Grinder. Or is it?

Look, duct tape is wonderful stuff, sheep love it, good for fixing those impromptu tears in implants, or if you need an instant lift, or harness. Just don’t forget to use powder beforehand to avoid a nasty burn. Bertha did that once and the woman was bald for a month. Sheep won’t say where. But trying to force her to wear it to remain silent? Have you met her? Not going to happen, you were warned, the more you force it, more material to work with.

This is not Bertha’s first rodeo, no friends when Bertha decides to do something, the girl goes all out. This time won’t be any different. She is coming prepared and warns people their retinas are not her problem. The woman fully plans to go full frontal, and if she meets up with Maga or ICE, it’s on.

The woman is going to wear her best titanium ta ta’s and non-excitable toucas. She won’t be groped, drop kicked, grabbed, given a tazer, nor shave. She will have the outfit of a worrier, as much as a transgendered sheep can muster. Bring on the dancing horses, those rogue beasts, the songs of Eminem, and put on your war paint. Her heart might be suffering, but her temper is not.

OOps, the sounds of power fill her chest, her readiness full on and in, noises of either someone who inhaled too much or exhaled in a way, violets are suffering. The dame has teeth and isn’t afraid to use them, will show braun and will use those paws to give it her all. Um Bertha, you do know this is a protest, not a cage match. She is snarling and blowing kisses at the same time. No Epstein Barr reprobate is going to get off in any way, continue to abuse the public here nor abroad. Let him get his Jollies with Diddy and have a freak on. Nobody should allow a pedophile to go near anything female, she male, child, nor anything that resembles decent and innocent. Putin, that includes you. Benny, take your jets and join the party because it the only one that wants you there. No wag the dogs, false flag operations, phony power outages will stop the elections. No dances with wolves, canines, threats of a tea party with yellow cake will either.

The old cliche, you can fool some of the maggots some of the time, but you cannot fool the humans any time. You are transparent, the emperor with no clothes. The one who forgot to tell you Depends is not the same as an Armani suit.

Bertha is fuming over the fact he and others refuse to allow Americans to prepare for the second coming of pandemic from China. No lifesaving vaccines, no measles shots, nothing that could save lives of all of us. No dear, not this time, not ever. This protest is about protecting our humans, here and abroad. It is about giving homeless, hardworking, decent people, families, their houses and apartments back. No more sleeping in the streets, or in their own vans, cars, if you won’t give them back what they worked for.

Donald et all, you have dug your hole, you are up to your armpits in cow dung and we have no rope to pull you out. Let you all be impeached, thrown into federal prisons, where you want a dance off, it will come with Diddy and the guy you call Putin. This protest is going to make you more exposed, naked than you have ever been. What hurts more isn’t bullets, but the sound of millions of people here and abroad demanding your arrest, impeachment, trials for all to see here and abroad. Our voices won’t be silenced; we won’t be sent to jail for requesting what you took an oath for. You will be mooned more than you ever have, told to naff off, leave, not try to harm or derail us from voting in the midterms.

Bertha was a pole dancer; she knows to harass people trying to vote is illegal. Try it and see how well that goes over. Bertha says start packing your bags now. The public is going to pack them for you. Not with violence, sheep do not advocate nor encourage that. Our voices, signs, bodies will be seen. En mass, nothing to come between us and our Calvins. Bertha and Puppy will come, ready, with full armour, that says, we might be trans, but we are sheep first. Puppy is ready with his squash, melons, and his peaches, but not pineapple. He is ready to do the canine dance with ICE, sheep style.

HOW is that protest for a birthday gift Marshall? When we can’t be together, we send our very beast.

Silencing the media, shutting them out is not going to stop sheep from getting the truth out. WE the Sheep cannot be silenced. We are our own platform. We don’t abide by regulations, except those that tell us not to encourage violence against innocent people. Yes, that we will never change. No, we do not use glossy models to ask questions, we do our own digging, go to sources people forget about. We have no intent on just being silenced. Nope, you tangle with sheep you get the fleas. Nothing is off limits. Donny boy forgets sheep are always watching you, making notes, paying attention. Do you see us with press badges? No. Do we have fancy vans or cameras? Nope, this is what makes us stealth.

You assume all media must be the same, on what planet? This is the kind of media nobody saw coming. How do you silence inanimate objects? You can’t. That is what makes us stealth. Yet we go after those who need a good kick in the toucas. Donald, Mike Johnson, Rubio, Hegseth, that would be you. When you take an oath of office to serve and protect the American people, that is all of you. Not just the rich or powerful, when you start illegal wars, steal from the people, violate the constitution, here and abroad? Yes, we will call you out on it.

We are not afraid of you. You