Well whut
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Those people live in a Godless state of putrid meaningless pleasures because the pinko gubbmint controls their every waking move; why shouldn't she party like an animal and cheat on her loving husband at an age when most real Americans have long since abandoned their youthful folly? And why is it surprising she'd be head of state in such a wrongheaded Romantic Relativistic dystopia? The only thing that would be more absurd is if any of you effete, mincing twerps don't horsewhip yourselves into a mental gulag of your own wretched design when this trollop realizes the utter emptiness of her own wretched existence one of these days and commits traditional Scandinavian suicide with the firearm she doesn't actually own because she isn't legally allowed to in such a pussified wasteland as Finland, and the only good thing about that is that she'll have a harder time predictably taking her equally Godless, modernized kud down to the fiery depths of Hell along with her.
I didn't check; were transgenderism or AI involved in this story in any way, or should I just go on re-blacking out my windows as planned?
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