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“That statement is as absurd as trying to drink from a colander,” Vice Admiral Darse E. Crandall said.
Lightfoot was yapping about how Chicago, under his rule, had experienced unparalleled safety and prosperity due to his transformative policies, which, he said, saved millions of lives during times of Covid. He refuted that he was an authoritarian, a dictator, and said “Trump’s people” had sabotaged his election campaign—because they wanted Chicago reduced to ashes, which could not happen under his magnanimous rule.
“I see what’s really happened here,” Lightfoot said, glowering at the ensemble of military brass that had come to witness the execution. “I was doing too good a job, and you people knew, you knew that it was preordained that one day I would be President of the United States.”
A three-star Army general whispered to Adm. Crandall.
“That’s about as likely to happen as Obama parachuting out of the sky to save you,” Adm. Crandall said.
Lightfoot narrowed his eyes. “You haven’t earned the right to speak his name.”
“Yeah, that’s what we figured,” the admiral said cryptically.
A Navy chaplain atop the platform asked Lightfoot if he wanted Last Rites. Lightfoot glared speechlessly at him. His piercing gaze, those bulbous eyes bulging from their sockets, momentarily paralyzed the chaplain, who, after a few catatonic moments, said he would pray for Lightfoot’s soul as he left the platform. He murmured something about a palpable evil in Lightfoot’s eyes, marking the second time in two years—the first occurred at Gavin Newsom’s hanging—a Navy chaplain had seen an unnatural presence lurking within the condemned and the damned.
“Let’s get this over with,” Adm. Crandall said. “Carry out the execution.”
“You can suck my d***,” Lightfoot barked.
The soldier standing beside Lightfoot pushed a button, and the pivoting door beneath Lightfoot’s feet swung open, causing him to drop. Lightfoot’s neck snapped, his mouth agape. A Navy physician marked the time of death: 10:45 a.m., Friday, April 14, 2023.
Told you it was just like Newsom’s execution…both of these ‘people’ were not human. Their bodies should be burned and their ashes buried deep in the earth’s crust so no part of them can become part of earthly matter again. Hope all you imbeciles in Chicago know what kind of POS you elected. Her replacement is no better, Get off your asses and oust this Brandon Johnson
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Spooky to be sure! 🌹😊🎉
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IS IT A HE OR. A SHE….PLS USE THE RIGHT PRONOUN. MAN OR WOMAN….NOW A DAYS….WE REALLY NEVER KNOW ANY MORE
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Poor Lightfoot, with a face like hers (or his) you can’t help but think her psyche was so tortured. She was ugly as a woman and uglier as a man. She garnered no acceptance in our world which made her hate everything around her.
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Thus is the way if the dark. Uber control is all they can find Joy in…so sad. 🌹😊
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For sure a “he” from what I read! 🌹😊
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