Candace Owens argues Western cultural decline—Putin deploying Belarusian nuclear warheads, Lukashenko’s threats, and Orban’s EU push—contrasts sharply with U.S. headlines like Biden celebrating transgender children or a topless White House incident. Former UK PM Boris Johnson’s Daily Mail column on weight-loss drugs (e.g., Wegovy) shocked her as trivializing leadership priorities, suggesting the West’s loss of dignity invites geopolitical exploitation. [Automatically generated summary]
Good folks. So yes, Putin is moving nuclear warheads to Belarus, and our president is saying that the most inspiring and bravest people that he knows are LGBTQ transgendered individuals.
Those are the most bravest people that he possibly knows.
I guess we all follow the story, Topless at the White House.
I really thought that one was going to drive me to my wits' end.
I didn't even know.
I just think about how leaders overseas are thinking what China is thinking when they're assessing these things that are happening on the White House lawn.
It just seems like an opportunity.
They're probably thinking, this is a perfect time for us to invade America and take it over.
Maybe Japan's over there going, hey, maybe we should just invade America and take America over.
And because obviously there's no quality in their culture.
But really, guys, when I thought it couldn't get any work, I don't know, worse, I don't know what it is.
This column broke me.
It really broke me.
I was reading that Boris Johnson was going to start writing columns for the Daily Mail, and I thought that's interesting because when somebody leaves office and Especially somebody who led Brexit, right?
Who actually led the UK's exit from the EU. He says, I'm going to start writing a column.
I go, well, that must be interesting because that was a big deal.
Brexit was a very big deal.
No one thought it could get done. It got done.
And it got done under Boris Johnson.
So I said, wow, obviously his first column is going to be something that we should all be paying attention to.
It's going to be interesting. What was it like?
in the halls of Parliament.
Well, here's the column that he went for as his first column.
The wonder drug I hoped would stop my 11.30 p.m.
fridge raids for cheddar and chorizo didn't work for me, but I still believe it could change the lives of millions.
I thought I read it wrong.
I said, there's no way he's about to write a column about Wigowi,
in case this is not Boris Kardashian.
That would be ridiculous.
Obviously, a former prime minister is not going to actually write a column about him injecting himself
with some glu-tide to make himself be skinny.
And obviously, ladies and gentlemen, I was wrong because the West is falling.
And so now everyone's a Kardashian, even Boris Johnson sitting prime ministers.
How much can you display?
Take your top off on the White House lawn or write about what Govy and how you're puking into toilets.
I'm going to read you some excerpts.
He writes, I first thought that something was up when I saw that a certain member of the cabinet had miraculously changed his appearance.
He had acquired a new jawline.
His neck emerged without effort from his collar.
When he rose from his chair at the cabinet table, the chair no longer tried to cling
longingly about his hips.
If an otherwise healthy middle-aged man displays sudden weight loss, I reasoned, there are
only two possible explanations.
Either he has fallen hopelessly in love, or else he is about to mount a Tory leadership
bid.
Start talking about his own weight and how he struggles with that.
He writes, He twanged his braces again.
There was no argument.
It was a miracle.
He then talks about the history of the drug a little bit and him consulting with his doctor about going on to it.
He goes on to write,"...say goodbye to that unconquerable mid-morning lust for a bacon sandwich.
No longer will you stand over the children waiting for them to push aside their bowls of pasta and then ruthlessly scoff whatever they have left." I was going to start to resemble a chiseled whippet.
Doctor wrote the prescription. I zoomed to the chemists, and though I was frankly a bit taken back by the cost, what the hell, I said to myself, think of the benefits to health.
So for weeks, I jabbed my stomach, and for weeks, it worked effortlessly.
I pushed aside the puddings and the second helpings.
Wasn't it amazing, I said to myself, how little food you really need?
I must have been losing four or five pounds a week, maybe more, when all at once, it started to go wrong.
I don't know why exactly, but Maybe it was something to do with constantly flying around the world and changing time zones, but I started to dread those injections because they were making me feel ill.
One minute, I would be fine.
The next minute, I would be talking to Ralph on the big white phone.
And I am afraid that I decided that I couldn't go on.
For now, I am back to exercise and willpower.
But I look at my colleagues, leaner but not hungrier.
And I hope that if science can do it for them, maybe one day it can help me and everyone else.
He concludes by saying...
I see nothing morally wrong in using these drugs to help you lose weight any more than it's wrong to use an electrically assisted bicycle to get up the hill.
Even for us fatties, it turns out there is such a thing as satiety, and science has found it.
There it is, you guys.
This column, it broke me.
I really just said to myself, we're done.
There's nothing left that the West has to give.
I mean, you can't even make something up like this, that if former prime minister decides to write a column, and this is what he decides to focus on, him throwing up in a toilet because he wanted to look slim like other people that he was seeing in the cabinet.