Sheep Love Their Meaningless Rituals, Like Voting

March 8th, 2024

Awake Goy

Human sheep seem to be unable to exist without their rituals.
The rituals don’t have to mean anything or actually achieve anything, but seem to be for the sake of the rituals themselves.

Perhaps it is because sheep are herd animals and the act of doing something as a herd, no matter how meaningless or even detrimental to the herd fills an empty void in their lives and gives them comfort as they march their way through the slaughterhouse doors.

Voting in meaningless illusions of elections for politicians who are pedophiles, liars, scum bags, treasonous to their country and are working to steal the sheep’s God Given Rights from them brings comfort and joy to the sheep.

Never mind the political whores seldom if ever keep even one promise they made they would do if elected.

There was a time when voting had a marginal effect on slowing down America becoming a 3ed world shit hole.
That was in the era of paper ballots but even then politicians and their crime bosses figured out how to stuff the boxes or just insert enough boxes with fake paper ballots in the to install their candidate into the office.

The dead have been voting in America’s elections for over two hundred years.

Today the crime cabal eliminates from the races anyone who can not be bribed and or blackmailed, then they pick their favorite and install them into office.

Been telling folks for years, who did your voting machine vote for?
Now they can just get on a computer, manufacture as many “votes” as they need to put the loser into office they choose.

And all the losers behind the curtain are butties.
In public they cuss each other but in private they are friends and fellow criminals.
If one goes down, they all go down and they understand that fact.

I loath elections because the “candidates’ hold a contest to see who can tell the biggest lies, the “different parties”

tell the sheep how evil and bad the “other” party is,

as they work together to herd the sheep through the slaughterhouse doors for their masters.

I am always thankful when an “election” is over, not because anything is going to change for the better our the decent of America into a worst communist 3ed world shit hole will stop, but the political whores take a break from braying their bull shit to the four winds like a flea ridden mangy desert jackass, and the sheep go back to chewing grass so their ear assaulting bleating subsides for a time.