The usual stupidity.
The Trump fanboys are all once again becoming hysterically breathless, this time about the FBI announcement that they are re-opening the Clinton email investigation, this due to material found in their investigation of Middle Eastern Asiatic Anthony Weiner, soon-to-be-ex-husband of Hillary’s “good friend,” the horse-faced Asiatic Huma. According to the fanboys, this announcement alone is sufficient to absolutely ensure that Der Touchback does a Vince McMahon strut into the Oval Office, “grabbing pussy” with both short-fingered hands.
More sane individuals will take a “wait-and-see” approach. FBI investigations, particularly on important subjects like this one, are typically not completed within a week-and-a half, unless there is actually nothing there of importance and is quickly announced as such, which may well be the case. In that scenario, this whole incident will rebound to Clinton’s benefit and Trump’s detriment. This scenario may indeed unfold as a “boy who cried wolf” situation in which the electorate gets sick of hearing about email “smoke” that does not lead to indictment “fire” and instead worries about much more important things, such as when the next yeast-infected vaginal windbag is going to accuse Don Fats of years-old sexual harassment.
Now, of course, it may be possible that this renewed investigation does find truly damaging material. But for it to affect the outcome of the election, it would seem to require either:
1) Something so horrendous – like the revelation that Hillary smothered Scalia with that pillow (or, more realistically, with one of her torso’s fat flabs) – that it must come out now and shatters the Clinton candidacy (although I suspect most of her supporters would still vote for her even if she were under investigation for murder), OR
2) Something less dramatic, but still truly damaging, which gets revealed via a leak or via an official announcement by an FBI under pressure to announce what it is they are investigating. This may – may – flip enough votes for Der Touchback to squeeze out a victory.
But we do not know what’s there, we do not know whether this is just another misdirection, we do not know what the timetable will be of any revelations, if there actually are any. It may well be that a Clinton Presidency (the sequel) will be mired in endless scandal and investigation (just like the original). It may well be that Donny Amnesty pulls out a surprise victory. Who knows? Definitive comments about an unknown and fluid situation is stupid – the hallmark of Der Movement.
Indeed, the Roissyian hysteria is just another indication of Der Movement’s absolute, unbridled stupidity – and that applies even if the emails contain a bombshell revelation.
Meanwhile, a Roissy commentator writes:
What is your fear of hubris protecting us from? Feeling bad that we predicted wrong? That bet-hedging comes at the price of unsteady confidence when it is needed the most, where we are now, in “the deep breath before the plunge.”
Can this be believed? That a (ostensibly) White man needs to have explained to him why Negro-like empty overconfidence is dangerous? Again, are these the kinds of folks you want in the foxhole with you, or actually leading you into battle? People who see no danger in hubris? Who don’t see the dangers of foolhardy words and actions, driven by empty bravado, endangering the group and putting things at risk? Going back to the “boy who cried wolf” – even the retarded “movement” masses, enabling as they do affirmative action quota queens, may eventually tire of false promises, absurdly wrong predictions, non-existent “victories,” dashed hopes, and the constant stench of absolute failure. The Roissy crowd sings the praises of NW Euro-Germanic man, but they themselves instead behave like mindless strutting Negroes or, even worse and lower on the racial scale, foppish gold chain-wearing guido Afrowops.
Once again “Dienekes Pontikos” proves himself a purely apolitical and unbiased observer of the ethnic/racial/sociobiological/anthropological/genetic scene. On the other hand, compared to the Polish/Slavic chauvinism of “Polako,” Dienekes actually is all of that – but only in comparison.