Joyanna Adams

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Nobody Wonders About Magazine Editors and Flat Irons

Nobody Wonders

The democrats spent $30 million trying to get young pajama boy Ossoff elected to the House in Georgia, but the state of Newt stayed true, and elected Republican Karen Handel.

Good to know Georgia is NOT France. Another Trump victory.

So, this Nobody Wonders how many Russians were counting the votes?

Just watch…the democrats will say they won…the “moral” victory. What moral victory?

What ‘morals’ do the democrats stand for anyway? Socialism? Islam’s treatment of women? Freedom to set fires and burn cities down? What’s moral about any of those?

Which brings me to something I was wondering about today: America’s magazine editors, and how “morality” has a much different meaning to the various corporate editors of most of our Magazines.

Let’s take the two editorials I was reading today:
A Farce to Be Reckoned With…written by Graydon Carter in Vanity Fair.
And Celebrate Your Independence by Michele Promualayko, in Cosmopolitan.

First: Let’s start with Graydon.
Vanity Fair has many articles, mostly celebrating the rich and the English Royals, but Graydon has been so pissed off that Trump won the election, he has devoted every single editorial since Trump got elected to tearing President Trump apart.

He’s wearing out his poor dictionary trying to find words…to describe how much he hates Trump.

Here’s a sample:

“If you think you are having a tough time of it since the election, please have some sympathy for the journalist, career civil servant, and White House supplicants who have to deal with Trumpian levels of insanity on a minute-to-minute basis. Trumpian! The word “trump’ formerly was a verb used in polite bridge and whist circles. (He should know,) Trump, the man, is now up there with Hercules and Sisyphus with his own branded adjective. I’m not completely sure what it stands for. But when it finally settles into the lexicon, I’m certain that it will be a disconcerting combination of petulant, preening, ignorant, shameless, vulgar, paranoid, vainglorious, reckless, imperious, impulsive, unhinged, callous, corrosive, narcissistic, intemperate, juvenile, disloyal, venal, chaotic, squalid, what have I forgotten? Oh yes! And just mind-numbingly, epically incompetent.”

And then there’s Michele. The LAST thing I expected to read in Cosmopolitan was a political editorial. After all, here’s some of the articles:

Could he be Faking it? You Sure?
Teach Your Flat Iron 4 New Tricks
Sun’s Out, Buns Out!
More Sex…Less Stress!

Yes, imagine. You start reading the title: Independence. Right. Love it. Then she says this:

“One of the most festive times is always July 4th, Independence Day. But among all the BBQs and fireworks displays, tis easy to forget the deep significance of the occasion and how lessons of the past can inform the present, in giant and tiny ways.”

She goes on to say that our founders were ‘radicals.’

“Undoubtedly each of us encounter times when we’re painted as radical when we want to go in a different direction than the pack. It’s always a hard thing to do. So, in this month’s issue, we’ve gathered women from divergent backgrounds who have all boldly raised their voices on topics they are passionate about, no matter how unpopular. In an exclusive essay, Senator Elizabeth Warren explains (How to braid your hair JUST like Pocahontas…sorry.) what it takes to persist when you’re swimming against a strong current.” (Has she ever BEEN in a river? Hey, I’ll watch.)

“And then there’s our cover star, Scarlett Johansson, discussing what she’s will to risk to speak here truth.” (Oh boy…can’t wait to read that one.)

Michelle goes on to say that their words can be used to motivate you to take over the world…

“COSMO is here to encourage you to celebrate you to strike out on your own.” (Bring your best Dildo!)

Well, you get the drift. Have LOTS of sex, and then hate Trump, and go protest, make sure you do your butt exercises.

I don’t know which editor is more of an idiot. Graydon for not getting over his hatred, or Michelle, who has decided to use her sex/fashion magazine to fulfill a REVOLUTION against the swimming tide of …

Of what?

They never say.

But, the good news is: President Trump is pushing all the right buttons.

I have a subscription to Vanity Fair. Every issue they celebrate the liberal, rich elite world of themselves. It’s good to know the liberal mind. But, I never ordered Cosmopolitan

Still…I’d like to thank the person who sends it to me, since they remain anonymous.

Someday, I intend to teach my flat-iron new tricks. You never know when you might need a good flat-iron, especially if those young women of the ‘revolution’ come after me.

I’ll…be ready. I might even plug it in first.

June 20, 2017 - Posted by | absurd, Oligarchy, Uncategorized | ,

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