But deep down inside, I do in fact enjoy the fact that this story – about a blackshirt being beaten up by his fellow “progressive” fascists – includes the background fact that the blackshirts panicked and went into full retreat when faced with actual resistance from Real Americans.
More. Faster.
This is what happens when jackals decide its dinner time and there’s nothing in the tall grass except lions.
Hopefully what they just did to him gets through to him and some of his friends. On the flimsiest of pretexts, they beat the living **** out of him. Maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t want to be on their side.
It’s funny when fascists turn on each other.