Yes. We bullied Antifa. We punched them in the face. We took their flags. And we ate their pizza.
Anybody who can find anything to be unenthusiastic about in that prefatory statement is a fucking cuckalicious twatwaffle, not worth the effort of unzipping to piss on.
First and foremost, I want to boast that I got to punch a commie. In the defense of one of my fellow Americans that was being attacked, I actually got to punch a commie. Granted, he was a weak, noodle-y looking thing, but I got a shot in before the cops stepped in the middle of it and prevented more. I also got a souvenir from one of them. I kept offering to give it back to them if one of them was brave enough to come and take it from me; sadly, the cowards didn’t take me up on it. As I advised readers not long ago, get yourself to a protest.
I repeat my previous assertion, with bells and a big floppy bow on it. Just go read the rest; I absolutely guar-on-tee you’ll love it all to pieces. And bang, zoom, straight into Ye Olde Blogrolle goes Men Of The West.