How the absolute fuck can people like her and Boris Johnson, people who have unlimited access to all sorts of incredibly deep political machinations, absolutely insane amounts of knowledge about the real dealings behind closed doors, and yet always revert back to the most boring, played out, milquetoast thrillers about Bad Brown People causing Terrorism, and therefore we need to bomb more Brown People and also profile them more?
These people can offer a unique insight behind closed doors and even draw from reality and they choose the most boring shit, fuck o f f.
because they don't actually know how to fucking write, their entire careers they've had people to do that for them, including when they do these vanity project books
And they never had any good insight to begin with. They were just good at making others believe it.
Ellen walked softly down the prison corridor, glancing upwards to confirm the cameras were still off. She knew what had to be done - the world saw this man as merely a criminal, a man with sordid secrets, but he was so much more. The wiliest of Russian agents, a Kremlin asset with a voice as American as apple pie, and a life of luxury to make any billionaire blush. With a word and a smile and a twinkle in his eye, he could effortlessly hypnotise America's best and brightest, forcing his innocent victims to do dark deeds against their strongest will. How easily he could make them spill the nation's secrets straight to Moscow, turn them into his unwilling puppets. But no more.
For years she and her husband had played a deadly game of chess with him, insinuating themselves into his inner circle, putting on her smiling diplomatic face as she visited his ranch each year, making smalltalk with his partner at her own daughter's wedding. It made her shudder with horror even being near him, and she reassured herself it was all for the good of the nation, a nation that would never understand her sacrifice. But now it was time for the endgame. She rounded the corner and took in the sleeping guards, the unlocked cell door, the sheet dangling like a rope. With a deep breath, she unbuttoned the jacket of her pantsuit and cracked her knuckles. Queen takes king. Checkmate.
I haven't had a cigarette in 10 years and this passage made me want to go buy a carton.
thanks, you can read more of Ellen's exciting adventures in the thrilling sequel If I Did It, on the shelves of good bookshelves soon
Leftists would be so good at right-wing grifting if they lacked principles.
Clinton and Penny reserve their darkest shade for former President Eric Dunn, a preening, bombastic one-termer who shredded the country’s reputation and retreated to Florida to sulk, play golf and plot his return.
:trump-anguish:
Just blatant jingoistic war criminal girlboss wish-fufillment tripe.
She should co-author a book with Ben Shapiro, smelling a True Allegiance crossover. :shapiro-gavel: :hillary-apartment:
Ben and Hillary, sitting in a tree
C-R-A-N-K-I-N-G-O-U-T-S-L-O-P
This has big “if you show a Chinese man an opium he’ll start panting as his eyes bulge out of his head” empire vibes with that Russian shit lmao
Also, listeners of TrashFuture will know that these “political thrillers” written by (maybe ex-)members of parliament are very much a thing. Incredible; she’s gotta view herself as basically a member of the us version of that sort of political aristocracy, right?
good call on reversing the presidential order. it wouldn't make sense for the all-knowing, deft political genius and expert manipulator to lose an election to the preening, mush-brained dolt.
put another way: "if you fucking liberals are so smart why do you lose so goddamn always?"
good thing the white women are here to save the our glorious city on a hill from the Asiatic hordes:hillgasm:
