Beto Says “Shine My Ass”, “Buff My Balls” and “Thrust Something Up My…..”


This is the “savior” of America speaking folks. The one and only verified fake “Latino”, Robert Francis O’Rourke. O’Rourke, of course is running openly as a Socialist on the Democrat ticket, along with the other Socialists Warren, Harris, Booker etc.

He told Vanity Fair this week that he was “just born to do this.” It is his right. His heritage. HIS white privilege. He is Beto, the fake Latino/real American. He’s so ashamed of his whiteness, except when taking advantage of his white privilege to get out of jail, that he openly identifies as being of Latino heritage, even though his family is of Irish ancestry.

Soon he’ll probably come out of multiple closets and declare that he’s a “black Latino” and a transgender male to female binary something or other. The Left is working hard to assemble those groups that hate whites and conservatives into a viable force of hatred and vitriol. Plus it has the added benefit of giving them more candidates to choose from to add to their Antifa goon squad.

His arrest history doesn’t seem to be much of a big deal to Democrats. Even though O’Rourke was arrested for DWI (1998) and for burglary (1995), that’s not a problem for Dems. All he needs to do now is to drown a woman and he’ll be a bonafide and certified candidate, ala Ted Kennedy.

But O’Rourke’s daddy is a multi-millionaire and a Judge, so they bought and/or arranged his freedom and got both charges dismissed. Money talks in Texas folks, and big money talks big, especially if you’re a Judge.

And Robert was also a poet, and one of high regard in his circles we’re sure. He penned the following poem for all to see and enjoy. Behold, courtesy of Robert Francis O’Rourke, aka Psychedelic Warlord, candidate for 46th President of the US, his poem entitled “THE SONG OF THE COW”:

THE SONG OF THE COW                                      
a poem by Psychedelic Warlord (aka Robert Francis O'Rourke)

I need a butt-shine,
Right now You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.
Buff my balls,
Love the Cow,
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.
Wax my ass,
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.
Oh, Milky wonder, sing for us once more,
Live your life, everlusting joy.
Thrust your hooves up my analytic passage,
Enjoy my fruits
Provider of Cheese and other wonderful dairy products,
We will cleanse your inner intestines.
We will bathe in your Pungent Odor,
Gather cotton.
Count my eyes,
Smell my skin,
Love the Scarecrow and the Milkman.
I live only for eternity,
Thirst for the undrinkable.
Hold the heat,
Praise the dough boy at the pizza shop.
Love the Oxen dung!

(c)1988 cDc communications by Psychedelic Warlord
All Rights Worth Shit

If anyone can decipher this drivel (above) please let us know what O’Rourke is droning on and on about. All we can figure out is that he wants his butt buddies to wax his ass, buff his balls and stick something up his anal cavity. I guess in his circles this is considered a fun Saturday night with the boys.

He opined about “the termination of everything that was free and loving.” In other words he wants decent people killed, dead, muerto, deceased. He feels as if his “white privilege” and him calling himself “Beto” (a Latino nickname for Roberto, only O’Rourke is IRISH, not Latino) will carry him to the highest office in the land. The feeling is his right, but not the office.

Then besides the waxing, buffing, and thrusting that he’s so fond of, he also has an extremely violent and dark side. He not only fantasizes about murdering children, he writes a short story detailing what he wants to do. A few years ago, he penned a story about running down happy children because happiness was his right alone to enjoy, not others.

“One day, as I was driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They were happy, happy to be free from their troubles,” O’Rourke wrote. “This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams.”

“As I neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head.”

OK, so he hates happy children and wants to kill them and enjoys looking at their bleeding and/or lifeless bodies, well unless they are Socialist children probably.

And in Democratic circles, does this person passes for an intelligent and viable candidate for our highest office? Yes, he does, and as soon as he drowns a young girl, he’ll have passed the test with flying colors!

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