By Phillip Marlowe (the INCOG MAN)
Went to see “The Donald” at his rally held at the battleship USS Wisconsin in Norfolk, Virginia, this past Saturday — Halloween afternoon. Got there pretty early and found myself in front of the podium, only about 20 feet or so away from where he was to speak. It was a full 2 hours before his scheduled appearance.
They had this big funky Negro boogie band, all dressed up in orange sequined jump suits, fro wigs and 70’s platform shoes back behind me about 50 yards away on a stage next to the media platform (for all the TV reporters and cameras on tripods). The WWII era battleship was docked right behind the podium, where I gathered Trump would end up. During the long wait, I kept myself mentally occupied by pleasantly visualizing all the cannons and anti-aircraft guns going off like crazy, blowing the crap out of Jap kamikaze planes and the beach at Haifa, Israel.
Only a few blacks were in attendance. One in 300 by the looks of it. I liked that, being a big racist hater boy as you well know — yet I’m sure today’s PC-screwed (so screwed they can’t even talk about it) Republicans would have preferred more “color” in the audience. But it wasn’t just old White people in the crowd, either. Plenty of young, attractive Whites were in abundance, including some real hotties. A good-looking blond babe was right behind me with a handsome White guy. It’s easy to see why butt ugly Jews and black monkeys so hate our race. Pure, stinking jealousy, no doubt at all!
Waiting in line before getting in, the person I came with entertained folks with some great snide jokes about Hillary. He’s a big joker type like me, too. As we came up on the final security checkpoint, this faggoty-looking White guy and a stone silent, expressionless chink chick were standing there holding pro-immigration signs. The White libtard said something about Trump being another Hitler as I was going by. I yelled practically right in his face “it’s always about Hitler with you people!” Those nearby roared with approval.
I knew that would get them. I’m one of those sonnavabitches who loves getting people riled up. But I guess you know that by now.
On the way in, they had a bunch of tables everywhere selling Trump buttons, hats and t-shirts. Hats were going for $25, 3 buttons for $10. Didn’t get the price on the tees but it was probably equally steep. Thought about getting the camo Trump hat since they looked pretty sharp with those orange letters, but couldn’t bring myself to burn that much on something I know to cost about $2.50 per unit, even after running through embroidery machines and shipping. Not that I’m so cheap (OK, maybe a little), just hate getting ripped off. Trump’s got enough money, from what he says constantly. Plus, I usually sport a special kind of hat for those in the know.
Another thing to bear in mind is that INCOG is not much of a big joiner type. I tend to avoid getting involved in movements, organizations, political party’s, clubs, cliques — that kind of thing. My standoff-ness has worked well for me — kept me from joining freaky cults when younger. I was once hit on hard by the proto-Heaven’s Gate cult (those Hale-Bop comet freaks who had their own junk surgically removed and later committed mass suicide in San Diego); back when it was really just Bo and Peep, along with a handful of his space nutcases traveling about the country.
I seem to remember getting all those weirdos stoked up with my knowledge of astronomy and my own personal oddball theories of celestial Ben Wa balls. God, could you imagine INCOG getting his lovely tally wacker wacked off? I sure can’t. Don’t even want to think about it!
Another time some hippie chick wanted me to sleep under this pyramid structure at the Edger Cayce “research” establishment. I happily asked her if she would be joining me. Hey, I’m all for “close encounters” of the female kind, just don’t ask me to show up for the lectures, OK?
Getting back to “The Donald.” So after almost two long hours standing there in the crowd, they started running local political flacks and a local “conservative” talk radio host up on the stage to say a few words. This was their little moment in the sun, so I applauded dutifully, shouting out “Trump” when called on, and kept my big mouth shut if they said stupid crap. That’s a lot to ask of me.
A couple of pleasant-looking young high school retardicans even got up there. Well, good for them. Why not? I’m sure they’ll be proud as hell for months. Going door-to-door, handing out campaign crap to people in grocery stores and at the old folks home, blinking stupidly if you dare say anything bad about sacred Israel or the Jew-promoted invasion of Turd Worlders into our White countries.
Then they herded a nicely PC-mixed bag of older veterans up onstage. Oh God, they really love to milk the patriotism dealy, don’t they? One old guy vet was brought up to play the saxophone and we were all kindly permitted to sing along if we wanted. Right, like INCOG is going to sing along. Hell, I’m the kind of guy who would probably bash the guitar over a hippie guy’s head singing “Kumbaya” like John Belushi in “Animal House.”
Since Trump was running a little late (jetsetter boy was flying in that very morning); the band quit playing to our backs (which was kind of weird) and they piped in top ten song hits over the loud speakers. I got a little sick of it when they played the Beatle’s “Hey Jude,” so I shouted out to bring on “Trump.” Others joined in. They followed that song up with another super faggoty song (Elton John something), so I shouted out shockingly un-PC, “enough of the homo music, bring on the Trump!” Nervous laughter rippled in the crowd.
Immediately, they cut the music (somebody’s got to talk to that intern) and things went silent for an awkward minute or two, and then they started playing Pavoratti singing “Nessun dorma!” I’m sure they had that track on hand because it’s soul-stirring without all the evil Nazi Hitler implications of say, Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries” — which would have sounded just great next to that big old battlewagon — as I happily imagined her big 2000lb main cannon shells raining down on Tel Aviv (the gay capitol of the world) during a LGBT parade. The horror. The horror.
The local campaign flacks and assembled vets behind the podium then started to look excitedly off stage left, so maybe the Pavoratti song was “The Donald’s” personal arrival music — I don’t know. Yup, there was Donald Trump himself alright — busy backslapping and glad-handing politicos left and right.
I really thought they should have had Trump come bounding down a gangplank from the battleship, while the Negro boogie band was on top one of those big gun turrets, jamming out James Brown’s “Living in America,” as a bunch of slutty pole dancers enlisted from the local navy base titty bars (dressed in sexy, yet still family-friendly outfits, of course) did a choreographed dance routine up along the gunwales (the sides of the ship, landlubbers) and up in the rigging. Now that would have been really something to see!
And when the media says the rally was held “ON” the battleship Wisconsin, that’s BS. It was on a solid dumped rock and cement quay where the ship is docked next to a maritime museum called “Nauticus.” Trump never touched one piece of the ship.
Trump was wearing a navy blue blazer, no tie and a white Trump campaign ball cap pulled way down over his hair. But there he was alright. That’s one of the big excitement hits that people get — “look, there’s the guy I, my very self have seen on the TV screen. I’m looking at him RIGHT THE FLOCK NOW. Gee, whiz, golly — I’ll remember this to my dying day!”
This was the speech Trump “unveiled” his plan to fix the Veteren’s Affair administration (VA). He wants to fire all the government bureaucrats left and right (yeah, that’ll be the day) and allow vets to go to any doctor who accepts Medicaid. Veteran concern has always been a big component to the patriotism angle. Transgender or not, we must support our troops who gave so much!
Basically, all Trump did was run off his mouth without any notes or written speech for about 45 minutes, pretty much saying the same things he does on TV all the time — just that it’s all joined up together in one big running Trump mind hit without interruptions from all the vagina spray and viagra commercials or all the idiot TV talking heads trying to sound “incisive” and clever with their take on things, so they can justify living filthy rich working as mouthpieces for Big Jewry.
Hey, it’s not that I don’t like “The Donald” or anything. I do think he’s way, way cooler than the rest of the Republican pack, by far. Hell, I even like that bony babe, Carly Fiorina, better than the others (which should tell you I’m not “sexist” ha ha).
The press has been working hard lately to downplay Trump without seeming too obvious. Last week, they made a big deal about an Iowa poll supposedly showing the black guy ahead — even though it was within the margin of error. All the tricky-dick Jew talking heads are now focusing as much as possible on Marco Rubio. Plus, the big money Jews (now including billionaire hedge fund manager Paul Singer, who I’m believe is a big closet gay) are supporting Rubio — all because of his huge amount Israel ass kissing (the guy is embarrassing), him having a peeps of color Hispanic name, plus his desire to legalize the illegals in America — oy vey, vat’s not to luv for us Chosen?
Funny, how that globalism-touting, middle class destroying, NYT Jew columnist, David Brooks, while on NBC’s Sunday political talk show, “Meet the Press,” went on and on about how great Marco Rubio’s performance was during the last debate on CNBC. Then the very next hour, that super creepy little anti-White Jew troll, TIME magazine’s Joe Klein, got real fawny too over Rubio during ABC’s “This Week.” Already, Jew NeoCON “conservative,” Bill Krystol, is all for Rubio. Wow, all these Jews seem to be on the same exact page all of sudden, don’t they?
And I do pretty much agree with just about everything Trump says. Except for Israel, of course. There lies the rub for moi. A very big unpleasant rub.*
Trump made a point of saying in his “speech,” that he’s personally buds with Bibi Netanyahu. Then he went off on Obongo putting Israel under the bus and how the Iran nuke treaty was such a “bad deal” and how he could have gotten a better deal since he’s such a hard charger deal-maker dude. You know the Trump routine.
Oh God, you don’t know how tempted I was to shout out something about Jews at this point. I know, I know, I probably should have. But one must be patient. Baby steps, right?
No, seriously, it’s very good to see Whites getting together in large non-lefty political gatherings. Call me the mirror image of a smug, self-satisfied Jew in a crowd of lefty Whites calling for abortion and civil rights crap. Just being there, dropping a few hints when possible without freaking out anybody too much. Ness pas, mon amis? I did talk about the US media purposefully hiding White Genocide and immigration now going on in Europe to a nice middle-aged White couple, who seemed to grimace a bit thinking over the little I had to say.
Like in sales — plant a few seeds and hope they germinate down the road.
There’s another thing in the equation: I’m just some regular, crude kind of guy, I’m no expert at reverse brainwashing and have no magical powers where I can snap my fingers and awaken idiots. I know I’m pretty hard core for most of the masses out there, so I make some effort not to be too INCOG around the unawakened. I can’t come off too crazy anti-Social or people might think I’m a big a-hole, if you get my drift.
Besides, I prefer revealing my secret evil “hater” side to White leftys, even though that can be problematic sometimes. Usually, most people will not ef with me. But not always. Crazed, glassy-eyed libtard harridans will get up all in my face. Damn, now that’s some scary crap!
Well, that’s my little real-world political experience this weekend. Hope you had fun coming along.
* Haven’t you noticed all the candidates are always big Israel supporters? Never does anyone ever say the least thing critical of Israel? Democrats or Republicans? Tell you anything? HEL-LOOOO!