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     Mama made me promise wouldn’t drink till after noon, watch is reading twelve-oh-one, I’m hitting the saloon. Really should stay sober but afraid that that’s no dice, need to refrigerate my inner fire with something cold as ice. I’ll start with a tall one and work my way from there, drinking to find tranquility, drinking ’cause I care.

     There’s all these bat-shit crazy people who’re toting guns, they all got open carry and they’re out to have some fun. Fun is where you find it, fun is what you make; these boys are itching for trouble, of that make no mistake. Been parading round The Green dressed in their white, black, brown, shouting their hateful slogans as they incite this town. They’re calling out race-traitors, and I know that they mean me, glad to say my race is grander than these wannabe’s. They wannabe the masters and put “mud folks” in their place, I swear their chromosomes are damaged and they’re a big disgrace. Big disgrace to reason, disgrace to God who made us all, disgrace to Lord Almighty who wants us all to stand tall.

     They got sick perverted logic, these tiny evil men, and in the pecking order they so like to pretend. Pretend to be the alphas when in fact they’re not, mostly what they are is ugly rednecks who’re full of snot. They haven’t got a leg to stand on scientifically, and it’s these screwed up mo-fos who think that they should breed? Breed a Master Race with the material that they bring? Master Race by these boys would breed idiots babbling. Babbling bout how the white man is evolution’s top and how all the world’s injustices under them are gonna stop. Don’t reckon that they’ve heard about silk purses from sows’ ears, because these squinty eyed Masters hail form pigsties it is clear.

     Right now them boys are starting to march around the square, praying for all they’re worth that they’ll get to scuffle there. They’re itching for a fight because that’s the only way they know; since they can’t persuade with logic they’ll gladly use ammo. Their unwashed, foul-breathed faces chanting their hateful songs, have such itchy trigger fingers as they irritate the throngs. They blame Earth’s problems on the black man, blame them on the Jew, blame them on Muslim immigrants and on race mixing too. They’re mighty quick to point out problems that around us teem and their solution to the problem is abandonment of the dream. The dream that Tommy J. declared oh so long ago, that we’re all created equally under Great Creator don’tcha know?

    So, when these rancid, rabid curs with their bitching brood claim to be True Americans, hope we all can see right through. See that what they’re doing is scapegoating and inciting us to riot and that it’s un-American to assault them or stay silent. Because they’re poor pathetic creatures who know their days are past and only thing they’re living for is to start Armageddon blast.

    Best response to alt-right Nazis is to laugh right in their face, responded to their hateful nonsense without rancor but with haste. Because, while they’re a cancer that we won’t allow to spread, instead of attacking them physically let’s play with their heads. God knows it isn’t easy listening to their hateful vitriol, our best response is mockery rather than getting in a brawl.

     Let’s show the world that justice can surely trump hate and laugh the stuffing out of alt-right claptrap before it is too late. Way to make world masters is to first master self and we’re way past due in putting racist nonsense on the shelf. Refuse to fight their fire with chaos of your own; let’s laugh at their nonsense and send their cracker asses home.

     Mama made me promise wouldn’t drink till after noon, watch is reading twelve-oh-one, I’m hitting the saloon. Really should stay sober but afraid that that’s no dice, need to refrigerate my inner fire with something cold as ice. I’ll start with a tall one and work my way from there, drinking to find tranquility, drinking ’cause I care.

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