The following is a video of J.D. Vance ordering donuts. According to the dead-enders, there’s supposed to be something wrong with the way that he’s ordering donuts. Let’s see if you can spot it.
What I like about the phrase “it’s worse than you even think” is the admission that normal people wouldn’t see anything amiss, but this isn’t hateful enough for leftist self-supposed intellectual superiors. What they want you to find disqualifying is how non-specific his order is.
Give me some glaze, sprinkle-themed stuff, some of these cinnamon rolls … yeah, whatever makes sense.
Which is exactly how you’d expect someone to order donuts if they don’t eat the stuff, but are buying them in quantity for other people, such as for a major event. But when you understand how litigious the hyper-left is, then you’d understand why they’d tend more towards specifying exact quantities of each variety of donut, even when it doesn’t make much difference. After all, they’re donuts. Who the fuck cares?
In an apparent jab at Vance, VP candidate Tim Walz stated at a bake shop, “Look at me, I have no problem picking out donuts.”
Yes we have receipts, and here you go. Just be warned that the audio quality is not great, and you might have to turn your volume up to hear him. It’s at about 1:26 that the line comes, though you’re free to watch the rest for context.
Okay, did you see the donuts that he picked out? Me neither:
Those are whoopie pies. Tim Walz’s attempted pwn just proved that he can’t tell a donut from a whoopie pie.
I get that the hyper-left is so disconnected with the typical voter, and therefore don’t understand why anyone would vote for Trump. But that doesn’t mean that they should get so full of themselves that they could just nominate anyone in their party and expect an undeniable, slam-dunk victory. If they’re going to take campaign donations, they have a moral obligation to put their best forward, and Harris-Walz is not it.
When someone picks out whoopie pies, and seconds later proclaim their brilliance in their ability to pick out donuts, that should give you an idea of the kind of illusory superiority that we’re dealing with, here.
But it gets worse, as Walz’s fan base on the very same post are not much better, as illustrated by these cherry-picked examples:
It’s sobering to think that Tomer’s vote counts just as much as someone who can tell the difference between a whoopie pie and a donut. But on the bright side, he’d probably get lost on the way to the polling place, anyway. So he’s probably not going to have much effect on society, after all.
Prior to filming, he probably already knocked a few back. But how much would it take to not tell a donut from a whoopie pie? I once drank to the point of throwing up, but wasn’t that impaired.
Could never what? Mistake a whoopie pie for a donut? Is this really what H.A. Davis considers firing on all cylinders? Because if Walz were to call an alligator a gecko, that’d probably blow her mind.
Okay, now I know that these people are trolling. Just how many people out there would mistake a whoopie pie for a donut?
Do I have to spell it out?
If space aliens were to abduct a few of us, and then stick them in some simulation that crudely apes our culture in the same way that a hamster cage crudely apes a hamster’s natural environment, I’d understand if they’d make this mistake. However, for a human being that was born and raised on earth, to mistake a whoopie pie for a donut would be totally unacceptable, just like how it would be unacceptable to mistake linguine with ramen, or grape juice with pinot noir. If you’re from this planet, you don’t make that mistake.
Oh yeah, Walz knows his donuts. You know what? Screw it. I’m giving Phil the benefit of the doubt. He’s trolling.
Desperate for any amount of intelligence, I scrolled through the comments, and finally found some:
Why did that take so long?
I know what you might be thinking, “What does one’s ability to tell a donut from a whoopie pie have to do with how to run a society?” And the answer is, if someone can’t tell the difference between the two, the expectations aren’t high. To see a whoopie pie and think, “donut”, doesn’t suggest the ability to convey their economic philosophy beyond just saying “capitalism”, “communism”, or “socialism”. You might expect such a person to attempt to sell bicycles by insisting that they can do everything that cars can do. From a position of sincerity.
It doesn’t take a Rhode scholar to comprehend that something is wrong.
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