Cutting L’il Mike down to size
Ever notice how sour, pinch-faced, full of rage, or just plain miserable the Democrat-Socialist clowndidates seem to be in every picture you see? Meanwhile, ever notice how much pure-tee fun Trump always seems to be having?
Mini Mike is a short ball (very) hitter. Tiny club head speed. KEEP AMERICA GREAT! https://t.co/5DUj16jtZf
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) February 11, 2020
ZING!! As Bill says:
The funny part is that Bloombox’s paid surrogates can’t respond without making the real meaning totally clear.
“Hey, Trump says Mike has a little dick to go along with his little everything else!”
That’s a good response.
Trump should stop Tweeting? In a pig’s eye. The man is a true genius at this stuff: he needles, pokes, and provokes them; they go frothing bugfuck nuts over it; they can’t lay a finger on him in retaliation, and make fools of themselves trying. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. No matter which of their inadequacies, perennial failures, and third-raters the Democrat-Socialists offer up for November slaughter, Trump is gonna absolutely cut ’em to pieces. Very, very small ones.
Update! Speaking of L’il Mike.
Once upon a time in Virginia, a little emperor named Michael Bloomberg threw a gun control party, but gun rights advocates crashed it…bigly. And what a party it was.
Spoiler Alert: this story has a happy ending with Michael Bloomberg’s presidential campaign bus veering off into a political ditch at its final stop in Virginia on Sunday night.
Almost 200 Second Amendment supporters massed on the sidewalk outside Bloomberg’s brand new campaign office with signs and bullhorns to greet the Bloomberg ”Gun Violence Prevention Tour” when it pulled up in the overwhelmingly liberal Northern Virginia enclave of Arlington for an Second Amendment infringement gala.
The, uh, fly in the anti-gun punchbowl, however, was that our impromptu gun rights rally attendance was two to three times the number of the Bloomberg minions gathered inside.
The Bloomberg campaign’s plans was for several hours of rah-rah festivities including speeches that would lift the drifting Democrats to such dizzying heights of ecstasy about New York-style gun control that a single milk crate wouldn’t nearly be enough for Michael Bloomberg to stand on in order to be seen.
But, for many of the Bloombots attending, the event turned into a surprise party.
The first surprise: Michael Bloomberg was not on the bus when it arrived. The Little Emperor apparently chose to skip the occasion after the heavy anti-Bloomberg patriot pushback encountered at his stops in the Tidewater Virginia region late last week.
As best we could tell, the lack of a rear entrance to the Bloomberg campaign storefront likely played a role in the decision by the self-funded billionaire to bypass his own campaign event—which would have exposed him to the kind of sidewalk derision he doesn’t want the media to see.
Much, much more to the story, including my favorite part:
To add to the fun, some of our gun rights advocates were able to bamboozle their way past Bloomberg’s bouncers guarding the door to the campaign office grand opening.
Our “gun control” imposters then took to the stage and surprised the Bloombergians by commandeering the microphone to offer speeches—albeit brief ones—on “gun rights as a civil right” before being ushered out of the storefront to the cheers and high-fives from the our 2A crowd.
Heh. The 2A folks also got plaudits from the cops brought in to reassure the trembling, tearful gun-grabbers, including one officer who praised the spirited but entirely peaceable counter-demo as “the ‘gold standard’ in the use of the First Amendment.”
Hats off once more to the Virginia 2A folks, who do seem to have a real flair for making their case to TPTB unequivocally but also without violence, in civilized fashion. No, of course it won’t stop the gun-grabbers; it’s unlikely anything ever will. But that dismal reality doesn’t render events like this one entirely pointless, either. Hell, anytime a would-be dimestore dictator like L’il Mike is sent scurrying off with his tail between his stumpy legs counts as a win in my book.
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