…got into an argument over this past weekend’s festivities in Berkeley, where Real American pro-free-speech activists banded together to deter, and occasionally, where necessary, necessary meet, “anti-fascist” fascist violence at a pro-Trump rally.
Devil (on Mitch’s left shoulder): Oh, God, I am so freaking happy to see that the good guys – any good guys, people who try to express their views peacefully, fought back against the Blackshirts and other neo-fascist thugs. Those little upper-middle-class fops are bullies, every one of them. They sucker-punch, they gang up on lone people, they use weapons like sticks and pepper spray against the unarmed and unsuspecting, they throw smoke bombs at old ladies and punch out teenage girls – but I’m gonna guess every one of them crapped their pants when they saw Real Americans lined up to stare their snowflake asses down.
Angel (on Mitch’s right shoulder): Yeah, it’s tempting to cheer. But remember – if 200 Republicans, conservatives, Tea Partiers or Trumpkins go to the hospital, it’ll warrant not a single headline – but the moment Joshua Micah Gildersleeve from Oberlin gets his face scuffed up, it’ll headlines across the entire mainstream media, and the left will make “right wing thuggery” a chanting point forevermore.
Because you know it as well as I do, Mitch’s-inner-devil; the only damage the media and the people who set our society’s opinions care about is damage to the kids who look like their kids.
Devil (on Mitch’s left shoulder): So we should sit still and be placid, passive victims and punching bags for those worthless bullies?
Angel (on Mitch’s right shoulder): That’s not what I’m saying. But let’s be realistic; if a couple black guys punched out a Klansman in self-defense in 1920, it was a tree falling in the forest that was used by the bullies to justify even more violence. Hell – they’re trying to provoke violence, so they and their patsies and enablers in the MSM can tell the gullible general public “Look at what these big bag righties did to our best and brightest!”
Devil (on Mitch’s left shoulder): Bu you know as well as I do they don’t even need any kind of resistance to their “resistance” to “Justify” any of that. And..
(Devil notices Angel removing halo, donning a Gadsden Flag t-shirt, and picking up what looks like a stuffed sweat sock).
Er, Angel? What is that?
Angel (on Mitch’s right shoulder): It’s a sweat sock with a big russet potato in it.
Devil (on Mitch’s left shoulder): Er…what the…why?
Angel (on Mitch’s right shoulder): Hits like a truck full of bricks, doesn’t leave a mark.
Devil (on Mitch’s left shoulder): Um…again, why?
Angel (on Mitch’s right shoulder): (pulls stocking cap low over head). I’m heading down planetside. I’m gonna find the next snowflake anti-Free-Speech rally. If they try to bully anyone else into silence, I’m gonna go all Old Testament Angel on them.
Devil (on Mitch’s left shoulder): But…you’re the angel of Mitch’s better nature…
Angel (on Mitch’s right shoulder): I’m an angel. I’m not an idiot.