The Joy of Vote Spoiling. Or How an open borders lady won a landslide victory with a quarter of the vote

Don’t do it! they said. Senators, cynical journos, politicians of every stripe. Don’t spoil your vote!

It will make no difference! It will be forgotten about in ten minutes. If you’re not happy with the candidates, just stay at home.

Curiously, even Gemma O’Doherty urged us not to dirty our souls by participating in the organised crime voting charade. It is a data harvest op. Stay at home.

But organised crime controls everything, not just elections. Do we boycott everything? The only data they can harvest from your vote is that you think the politicians are liars and traitors. But they are listening to every phone call and every email, so they already know you hate the government.

Vote abstaining is passive and isolating. Vote enhancing is active, artistic and unique to you. An excuse to stretch the legs, chat with normies and test your wits against the evil civil servants employed to rig the vote.

Record numbers defied this abstentionist advice. One in eight voters enhanced their ballot in their own unique style. Insults, vulgar abuse, elaborate cartoons, remigration slogans, sensible policy solutions and bloodcurdling threats. Enhanced votes were at least ten times higher than usual. Politicians claimed to be surprised and upset. They are unable to make any sense of slogans like: Remigration now! Get them out! Deport them all- Let God sort them out! Opt out of the EU Migration pact!

Even the word Traitor failed to jog their memories. Don’t they remember any of the thousands of anti-immigration rallies with groups of dozens and hundreds and tens of thousands raring the word traitor? Can they really have forgotten all those peaceful rallies so quickly?

“She was ten” refers to the age of the girl allegedly attacked by a darkie at Citywest Hotel. It is also a remigration slogan. Someone has started writing these words on our ten euro paper currency. Good idea. Even if the cops search you and find your doctored ten Euro note, you just tell them: it was like that when I got it.

The massive vote enhancement made a small difference in MSM chatter. Politicians and journos were forced to mention the word “immigration” in a list of a half dozen excuses they gave for the vote enhancing. Even Simon Harris, our hook-nosed foreign minister and a key promoter of mass migration for two decades, made the statement: We have too much immigration.

Politicians reported being shocked at the bile, the venom and the raw hatred. They knew they were hated already, but to see the piles of threatening messages pile up in front of them and know that so many of their own neighbours would be happy to have them legally executed after a fair trial must make them a little jittery.

There are four powerful effects of vote enhancing.

On yourself, on the official in the voting stations, on the people who count the votes (f they haven’t done the switcheroo…) and on the general public. If the results are released.

On yourself: The system wants to standardise us. But in the privacy of the polling booth you can express your individuality to the maximum. Why not spend an hour there, sketching a detailed picture on your ballot? You can write truthful but dangerous things. It is total freedom of speech. The effect is exhilarating. Nobody will know, except the spy camera in the ceiling and the election workers.

On the officials in the voting stations:

Irish election rigging seems to involve having active members in every single polling station — a total of tens of thousands of people consciously involved in the crime. (They could do it much cheaper by simply paying one sergeant in every constituency — only forty people.)

This means that when you stroll into your local polling station you are going eyeball-to-eyeball with at least one smiling, friendly, smirking, gloating, conscious member of a conspiracy to betray the nation. It is revolting to be in the presence of such people. Prepare yourself for the encounter. It is worth voting just to have a chance to — peacefully, legally, in your own style — confront such people in a relatively safe environment.

How can you use this interaction with a traitor? You can use logic or emotion or humour.

I made a joke of it. Greeted them as Gaeilge. When they replied in the tongue of the Anglo oppressors, I raised my concerns about vote rigging in the last election. I talked about missing ballot boxes in north Leitrim, death threats and dead cops fished out of the river Shannon. All in a bantering, smiling style.

The traitress loved it. She was smiling and lying and friendly. She knows I know she is a traitress and she thinks that nothing can touch her. The judges and the cops, the politicians and the masons, the journalists and all the rest. They will all protect her.

Then, for just a second, there was fear in her eyes. It was worth the trip to the polling station to have that effect. There is a theory that traitors can be trained into honesty if they repeatedly feel the emotion of fear connected to their treachery. They would love to continue to collect the payment for being traitors but they are simply too scared.

It wasn’t anything I said that scared her. She must have remembered last week’s Somali stabbing spree. A Somali teen refugee has an argument with a Ukrainian over food in a state-run facility. Stabs the guy one hundred times. Then gouges both his eyes out while several social workers try to restrain him. Allegedly. If it wasn’t so awful, it would be hilarious. This was a typical “meteor murder” — MSM publicised it briefly and then forgot about it.

The traitress had displayed delight in her immunity to commit electoral fraud, confident in being part of the all-powerful system. Suddenly, she realised that all the freemasons and all the illuminati in world were no protection to her at that moment in that isolated lonely polling booth. The Somalian gouged the Ukrainian’s eyeballs out in a dispute over food. If I had decided to settle our election fraud dispute Somali style, she was too weak and slow to survive. I would never do such a thing, of course. But the only thing protecting her was my self-restraint. She realised that and that made her afraid, just for a split second.

Obviously we cannot intentionally say anything that could be construed as a threat. That could mean ten years in jail. But we are allowed to create an opportunity for the traitor’s conscience to make them afraid. Sometimes a look is enough. Or one word. Singer and philosopher Bono, among others, no doubt feels a pang of fear when he hears the two syllables Epstein.

The effect of your spoiled vote on the vote counters — if the votes are not switched before reaching them! Vote switching and disappearing ballot boxes is a popular pastime in elections here.

The vote counters and political observers and journalists see the enhanced votes as they are counted. They are mostly traitors too, so the insults, jokes and threats will work on them. It is a shock to the system to see that so many people hate you and would like to see you legally executed. If a politician is subjected to such insults repeatedly, then there is a possibility that at some point, possibly years later, they will have a nervous breakdown. They gaslight us, so they can hardly object when we send it back to them.

The effect of your enhanced vote on the general public: People are publishing their enhanced votes online, so that is generating amusement and conversation. It is a great encouragement to know that there are so many remigration enthusiasts. Imagine if we all met up, peacefully, at Connolly’s inauguration (Nov 11). She has promised to listen to even those of us who enhanced our votes with Remigration slogans.

The fun of the vote enhancement is in the way you do it. Dissidents who merely abstained, instead of enhancing their votes feel that they have missed out on the some of the fun. For the next five years, there will no more voting in Ireland, except for one.

Connolly’s election means a by-election in Galway West in the next six months. There is an honest man running: Noel Thomas, formerly a Fianna Fail councillor. He parted ways with the party after a local refugee hotel went up in flames. The cops raided his house at dawn and dragged him off for interrogation. But…no face, no case. Or possibly the Gardai were complicit in the burning. Either way, he was released without charge. With lots of pressure and observers following every ballot box on its journey, it is possible that we could force the Irish government to hold an honest election, for once. His photo shows some subtle resemblances to Thomas Massie, the legendary man from Kentucky.

Approximate results:

55% did not vote at all. Almost a record low turnout and the system is not one bit concerned about that. A non-voter obviously doesn’t care.

Connolly got 63% of the poll, about 900,000 votes. Both are record results. The electorate is 3.6 million. So she won her historic landslide with a quarter of the electorate.

13%, about 200,000 enhanced their vote. This is a record. Many mentioned they had never seen anything like it.

In short, 60% of people who voted chose Connolly. But 60% of registered voters chose to insult her by not voting at all or to threaten her by writing ‘Traitors’ on the ballot paper. A landslide victory or a slap in the face?

The results are probably rigged. Some boxes showed equal numbers enhanced and Connolly votes. That is probably closer to the real result. The only way to ensure they don’t rig future elections is for us to have a presence at all the thousands of polling stations and the forty counting centres. Every person working in the election must be aware that their names are publicly known and that there are large peaceful crowds outside the count centre. The vote counters are, unfortunately, also rigging the vote.

Eighty years after WWII and some proletarians in Dublin still want revenge for the rape and murder of all those German women. A poster called Excellent Porridge reports many swastikas and “Adolf was right” enhancements to votes in the area.

Ivana Bacik, leader of the Irish Labour Party has been squawking about the far right and equating vote enhancing with actual violence.

But she had a Jewish grandfather who prospered greatly in German occupied Czechoslovakia rising from clerk to owner of four factories by the end of the war. She must be secretly delighted at the frequency of swastikas and be licking her lips thinking of the money she will make on contracts when a nationally minded socialist government starts remigration flights. If Granddad Bacik can do good business with Adolf, surely Granddaughter Bacik can do better business with Paddy?

It is a week since Connolly was elected. As part of the Gaza ceasefire the Israelis have repeatedly massacred Palestinians — 46 children in one 24-hour period. They are also bombing southern Lebannon, where Irish soldiers attempt to peace keep and are boasting that they will step up the bombing there. The President is Commander in Chief of the defence forces. Connelly has used the persecution of the Palestinians to get votes. But there is no election for her for the next seven years. Perhaps she doesn’t care anymore?

She has not said a single word on the Israeli massacres all week. Talk is cheap. If she cannot even issue one sentence to encourage the Israelis to moderate their violence this can only mean one thing. Ireland’s secretive Israeli lobby has got to her.

Perhaps the conversation went something like this:

“Listen here, Catherine. All that pro-Palestine stuff was OK when you were just a backbench politician. Now you are big news. If you ever breathe another word about the Palestinians, we will kill one of your two handsome sons. If repeat the offence, we will kill the other one.”

Connolly’s sister is a typically useless, pharma pushing doctor in Sligo. She got very emotional on local radio Ocean FM. Her voice quivered. She was clearly in the throes of a spiritual moment. She said: “Thank God for the people of Palestine” that her sister got elected as president of Ireland. But her politician sister is keeping totally silent this week and a bit of ceasefire massacres….Is it the voice of God telling president elect Connolly to keep quiet about the baby killing or is it the smooth voice of Old Nick, the well known Israeli businessman?

Fintan O’Toole, Irish Times journalist and geopolitical expert, would be expected to welcome Connolly’s election. Perhaps he got mugged by a foreigner. Or even worse, insulted. It seems that the penny is starting to drop for Fintan. He cursed her presidency with the damning words: “a hollow crown”.

A week after her election saw the first ever arson attempt on a refugee hotel with refugees actually in the hotel at the time. Ireland is European leader in burning empty refugee hotels and damaging Roma Gypsy-related properties in a safe, responsible and Christian way, without harming as much as a single hair on anybody’s head. This is the first ever arson attack on an occupied refugee hotel and a family with children were allegedly rescued by heroic firefighters. It is quite possibly a state psy-op, intended to sully the good reputation of our careful, considerate refugee hotel burners. All the usual pro-refugee politicos were quick to whip out their fiddles and attempt to get us upset and emotional at the — almost — singed Nigerian youngsters.

President elect Connolly has not said a word about the slightly smoke tinged African babies. She is obviously listening to the mood of the nation. She doesn’t care either!

Beir Bua.