What's the issue

What's the Issue?

Let's begin with the American Senate, where patriotism now comes with a complimentary loyalty card for a foreign government. The level of obedience shown to AIPAC, which, remind me, is a lobby of Israel for Israel in the United States government, has become so intense that calling it "influence" feels sinful. Influence is subtle; this is like cheerleading in the visitors' locker room. When senators stand up and recite talking points that might as well be faxed directly from Netanyahu's office, one can no longer call it lobbying. It's treason with a dental plan. The Founding Fathers are spinning so hard in their graves they could power the entire Eastern Seaboard. And the fire has not ceased for a minute, even if we pretend it has.

And to think, all this is happening while the Epstein "client list", that mystical scroll of the powerful, the depraved, and the conveniently amnesiac, was officially declared non-existent by the U.S. Department of Justice. A brilliant trick: deny the existence of the thing everyone wants, then announce the release of thousands of pages of documents of the list that doesn't exist. It's like a magician telling you there is no rabbit, then pulling a rabbit farm out of the hat. Are we still asking the question of whether or not he was a Mossad agent? Really?

Meanwhile, in South Africa, the SAPS leadership saga continues to unfold like a crime novel written by someone who got bored stiff halfway through. The revelation that 121 political-killing dockets sat untouched in Pretoria isn't just negligence. It's sabotage presented as "restructuring." The explanation? The task team was "no longer required." Yes, because when assassinations are on the rise, the logical move is to shut down the only unit investigating them. It's the policing equivalent of taking the batteries out of the smoke alarm during a house fire because the beeping is annoying.

Cross the channel to England, where national pride has returned with the subtlety of a marching band inside a phone booth. The Tommy Robinson-adjacent parade of "we're taking our country back" types are waving flags so aggressively one wonders if they're trying to summon the Queen back from the afterlife to help. God knows the King isn't lifting a finger, he cannot. Keir can't seem to help himself as he desperately tries to ram the digital ID down his people's throat. Sheeple make way for the digital currency soon to follow. Keir flip flops so badly on these agendas, worse than the boats issue if that is possible.

And then the assassination of Charlie Kirk brought America face-to-face with the monster it has been feeding. Candace is coming with the facts, how she ties them together is getting more and more interesting every day, as she fingers the French government. As the number 1 podcaster in the world, Candace is reeling Emanuel and his husband Bridgitte, into the debacle with astronomical insinuations flying everywhere. Excuse the pun.

Zelensky is desperately trying to keep the lucrative war going at the behest of his masters, "Then he can continue to fight his little heart out," Trump was quoted as saying. Ursula fond of lying weighed in with her 2 cents worth of demands, trying to get "in on the deal" she always looks like she is rubbing her hands together. You know.