Fun With Fascists
or: Nattering Nazi Nutjobs
What if you held a 1 million incel Nazi march and nine hundred ninety nine thousand nine hundred incel Nazis didn’t show up?
This was all supposed to be done with by now. I was looking forward to going back to the serious business of being silly only to find the silly business of being serious wasn’t over.
The Virus-in-Chief continues his war on America, it’s people and democracy itself. Yet again he plays golf while people die and he wants to blame those that oppose fascism as a distraction from his attempts to crown himself Fuhrer for life.
Wash your hands and put on your #@$%! masks!
Happy Trails,
Smitty