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Welcome to wedding ceremonies as held by the wokest of the woke left.
Yesterday, The New York Times tried to pay homage to the Manhattan nuptials of two of the leftist elite, former Eric Adams senior staffer Rachel Kelly Atcheson and Democrat pollster and lobbyist Sean Adrian McElwee.
Of course, the two were not married in a church. They officially tied the knot at the Manhattan City Clerk’s office. But it was at the reception that the event turned into the nightmarish wedding from Hell. More
Dazed and confused democRATz and their lifestyle of the rich and crazy bastards with programs like plant-based Hedge funds, alternative-protein-focused Adventure Capitalists, Build Back Better Meditation with Salsa & Chips (Students As Lifestyle Activists) and (Children’s Health Insurance Program) AKA dancing with the California Highway Patrol, no doubt judged by Carrie Ann Inaba, Bruno Tonioli, and Derek Hough… whoever da fuk they are!
democRATz turn everything thing into a freak show photo-op and a ratings game and they’re so outta touch they don’t even know who the performance is for!
I would have gone for the Salsa lessons.
I planted a lot of tomatoes this year and they’re doing really well.
Anyone see the pictures of Huma Abedin and Alex Soros? They were hilarious.
Wild Bill TUESDAY, 24 JUNE 2025, 18:56 AT 6:56 PM
Multiple memes off that one…
Fuck these limo communists
When you said “nightmarish wedding from Hell”, I thought you meant Hillary and Barry were there.
You show me a leftist and I’ll show you a buzz kill… every time
The best of wedding reception don’t have much for men anyway, but sometimes the Best Man has a box of nice cigars to pass around.
Leftists being notorious for being parsimonious bastards to begin with, I wouldn’t bet on it at this shitshow. Now, being June, everyone will be outside so if you planned ahead and tucked a nice smoke in the inside pocket of your suit or sport coat and then found a nice quiet spot to sit and try and enjoy it some goddamn limp wristed cuck is going to come sashaying over to inform you that it’s bothering his wife who is upwind a hundred yards away.
Why is she holding a rooster?
Wait, no drunk uncle? That’s just wrong.