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Mayor Pete Buttigieg’s imaginary black support

Patriot Retort: Well, this is not good for Mayor Pete.

Apparently his campaign is crowing about imaginary black support to try and salvage his abysmal polling numbers among black primary voters – especially in South Carolina where Mayor Pete is polling at 8% (and Biden at 45%).

According to the Intercept, this fall Mayor Pete unveiled “The Douglass Plan” – his “comprehensive investment in the empowerment of Black America” – that, according to his website, was endorsed by 400 prominent South Carolinians.

Only thing is, half of these 400 people are white.  Many of the blacks cited as endorsing this are not supporting Mayor Pete in the primary.  There was even one “supporter” listed who A) doesn’t support Mayor Pete and B) never voiced support the Douglass Plan.

And to add insult to injury, one of the photos used on Mayor Pete’s website — showing a black woman and child – was a stock photo of a Kenyan woman and child. read more

17 Comments on Mayor Pete Buttigieg’s imaginary black support

  1. Buttplug isn’t going anywhere. They aren’t enough “woke” people in the country to elect him. Being gay may work well as a selling point for a few people in South Bend, but not so much for the majority of the country .

    He lacks substance.

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  2. “Hello my dark imaginary friend
    I’ve come to pretend with you again
    Because my husband softly creeping
    Shot his seed while I was sleeping
    And the semen that was planted in my ass
    Gave me gas
    But Eric Swalwell stole my thunder.

    I realized I walked alone
    The press was loving Barry’s bone
    It seemed that although I was gay,
    That Black was still the only way,
    When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a camera light
    That split the night
    And showed me Dems hate Whitey,

    And in the naked light I saw
    Ten thousand people, maybe more
    People talking without speaking
    People hearing without listening
    People writing impeachments that wouldn’t go nowhere
    And no one dared
    Disturb the idiocracy.

    “Fools, ” said I, “You do not know
    Were I your Prezzy you would grow,
    Let me show you my one Black Friend,
    He will help me win in the end”,
    But they looked, and saw no one was there,
    They didn’t care,
    And so turned back,
    To Barry.

    And the people bowed and prayed
    To the racist god they made
    And the Barry flashed out its warning
    In the words that it was forming
    And the sign said, “The word of the Prophet is that you will draft “Michelle”‘
    And go to hell,”
    And just ignored,
    My Black Friend…”

    (Apologies to Sounds of Silence)

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