Mitch and Davante "Co-conspire"
Steve Jobs' widow foots the bill
All credit to Mitch Landrieu
Mitch coordinated the release of a childlike-written book of self-bemused fantasies and narcissistic self-aggrandizing rooted in his statues power play with the end of his mayoral term and the creation of his race-hustling “fund” called E Pluribus Unum.
Hat trick.
Mitch sniffs… money…
Geaux Mitch!
“E Pluribus Unum was formed in 2018 with the premise that we must confront the issue of race head-on”
Mitch Landrieu pays himself six figures - with a widow’s money - to convince you to admit to yourself that you’re a racist.
And you’d better regret being a bigot, else the marginalized people of “The South” will suffer for your selfishness.
Enter the most beautiful partisan union, announced today…
Most beautiful … since …
Davante Lewis is now a “fellow” of the E Pluribus Unum Fund, conferring upon the ‘Wunderkind’ Democrat Marxist the Landrieu Family imprimatur:
Davante is pictured among his co-conspiracist peers:
And among the self-written bios of generally high-functioning transgressive Leftists (Davante’s is the longest bio entry, by far) is a typical peer sampling:
“to engage in value-based community organizing to reweave the threads of the community, develop sustainable urban agriculture as a solution to ecological and food injustice and to dismantle racism”
and
“…design methodologies to develop strategic responses to social challenges.”
We eagerly await the outcome of this inspired union.
Laignaippe:
This also transpired today. Presented with no further commentary beyond our Twitter response to “The Commish”…
Post-Laignaippe Fast Lewis Fact:
Davante held a call before the election and mentioned, with a slip of the tongue, a very easy mistake to slip into… that “Charles Dickenson” wrote ‘A Tale of Two Cities.’
So with no slight at all toward Mr. Lewis, we recall this and discover some wisdom in the opening sentences of the book…
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.