Dark Brandon’s Darkest Dementia Moment Ever and the Institutionalization of State Lies
By Ben Bartee - October 11, 2022

Originally published via Blacklisted News:

Dark Brandon experiences a ton of dark moments, but none, perhaps, darker than his recent beckoning to a dead Congresswoman’s spirit on national television:

“Jackie [Walorski], are you here? Where’s Jackie?”

Rep. Jackie Walorski died in a car accident a month ago. Afterward, the White House released a statement – allegedly penned by Biden himself (lol) – lamenting the loss of a treasured colleague and celebrating her legacy:

“Jill and I are shocked and saddened by the death of Congresswoman Jackie Walorski of Indiana along with two members of her staff in a car accident today in Indiana.”

Yes, Jackie’s premature departure so shocked Biden, and saddened him to the depths of himself, that the whole ordeal slipped his mind a month later.

The spectacle is as sad as it is cringe. Lots of people, unfortunately, descend into full-on dementia. Most of them don’t do it in front of cameras in slow motion.

Everyone around this empty husk of a man is guilty of elder abuse, most notably his horror show wife, Dr. Jill. These vultures will do anything to cling to power, to bask in the limelight, for just a minute more; propping up their spouse’s/father’s/boss’s carcass is the cost of doing business.


Biden’s admitted diversity hire triple-box-checker lesbian immigrant Woman of Color©, Karine Jean-Pierre, when questioned (exceedingly politely and gently, of course) on the issue by the obedient press corps, said her boss called out for a dead woman because “she was top of mind.”

The White House reporters (loosely defined) asked five separate times what happened, and even offered to help Jean-Pierre brainstorm better excuses, like that he got confused because perhaps there was “something written in the teleprompter that he didn’t recognize”:

“Can you explain where the mistakes were made… was something written in the teleprompter that he didn’t recognize?”

Jean-Pierre’s response, each time, was to repeat the “top of mind” and “he’s going to meet with her family soon” talking points conjured by some white house staffer who writes the script that gets inserted into her notes before they present their barely literate diversity mascot to the cameras:

“What I have said is that she is top of mind, and he is going to see her family in two day’s time… I feel like many of us have gone through that.”

A lot of us, Jean-Pierre claims, call out to colleagues who died a month ago in a car accident because, obviously, they are “top of mind.”

The idiotic “top of mind” phrase appears no less than twenty times in the official transcript of the July 28 press briefing.

But that’s all Jean-Pierre has to offer, because there was nothing else written in her binder. She is literally incapable of giving any answer not pre-written for her. Which is amazing because, again — which can’t be overemphasized given that reliably and at least plausibly presenting propaganda for public consumption is literally her only job – she’s not sufficiently literate to even do that effectively.

What childhood trauma afflicted Jean-Pierre? What could drive a human, presumably with feelings, to turn into such a cynical craven fiend, who will do and say whatever it takes to crawl one step at a time up the social ladder?


The above not only illuminates the character of a White House press secretary; it also serves as a sublime microcosm of the American press, if that’s what it can still be called.

Highly trained journalists who went to all the best schools sit there like well-heeled dogs, day-in day-out, receiving the latest heaping avalanche of bullshit nonsense, fully aware that their function is to receive state lies and reproduce them for print.

So credulously reprinting what they know to be lies is what they do. They take their paycheck, wait out the clock, write their sad copy. Then, after work hours, down a valium and a cocktail (to come down from the Adderall high) at the bar while their wife fucks the spin class coach and their kids watch TikTok videos all night, eyes glazed over.

Their handiwork manifests thusly, which openly insults the American public’s intelligence by characterizing Biden’s glaring dementia moment as a “gaffe” and a “verbal misstep.”

This is utter madness, the kind of fatal social sickness that infected Solzhenitsyn’s Soviet Union and eventually led to its demise, because a house can’t stand for long on a phantom foundation:

“We know they are lying, they know they are lying, they know we know they are lying, we know they know we know they are lying, but they are still lying.”
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Leave the sinking ship behind. Enlist in a parallel society/economy.

Ben Bartee is an independent Bangkok-based American journalist with opposable thumbs. Follow his stuff via Armageddon Prose and/or Substack, Patreon, Gab, and Twitter.

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