The artist Sabo deserves a Metal Of Honor for putting up these wonderful billboards to fight elite pedophiles in Hollywood.
In this video, when asked by a paparazzo if she thought the United States would ever see the first gay or first woman president? Joan Rivers casually remarks “Well we already have it with Obama, so let’s just calm down.”
Somewhat confused by the passing statement, the paparazzo apparently chalks it up as just a lazy off-color quip made by the aging comedienne – to which he responds “Got it.”
At this point, seeking to clarify herself, Ms. Rivers stops, turns back towards the cameraman and says “You know Michelle is a Tranny.”
Clearly somewhat mystified, and not yet able to comprehend what she’s just said, the paprazzo quickly asks “I’m sorry, she’s a what?”
To which she replies, unfazed, “A transgender. We all know.”
The paparazzo replies somewhat disingenuously with a monotone “Oh my gosh.” Which seems to indicate that, at least in that moment, he wasn’t sure whether to believe it or dismiss the statement as the ramblings of an aging lush with a penchant for making outrageous unsubstantiated claims.
As Ms. Rivers approaches the top of the stairs, she turns to the paparazzo one last time and says “It’s okay.” in what can only be described as either a sincere attempt on her part to be reassuring or perhaps it was just a feeble attempt to downplay the magnitude of her careless admission.
It seems most likely that Joan had approached the age where one sort of loses their “filter” and yet she still occupied a level of the socioeconomic stratum where loose lips can have deadly consequences.
Joan still knew enough about the private lives of powerful people that she could easily get herself in hot water by saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. Needless to say, the “general public” is ALWAYS the wrong person.
It seems obvious that Joan reached the point where she could no longer discern which secrets would get her killed.
I guess when you have lived in a bubble of limitless wealth and celebrity for the better part of a lifetime, you forget that just because you’re intimately familiar with every known act of debauchery and/or sexual transgression and have rubbed shoulders with rich eccentric sociopaths and sadists for decades doesn’t mean you’re an ultra-modern, in vogue, or delightfully cosmopolitan.
It means you have lost your healthy repulsion/aversion impulse and can no longer discern normal from abnormal, sickness from health, or sanity from insanity.
This is how the perversions of ancient Rome have been passed on to the present day. They have remained hidden among the cloisters of high society, the camouflaged haunts and after-after parties that only the elites get invited to.
And you think there’s no way pizzagate could ever happen under our very noses? Grow the f*** up.