Here's the thing. When the radical left turns to violence their violence manifests as undisciplined mobs swarming the streets; looting, pillaging, raping, murdering, intimidating and shouting down. Right, so that's kind of scary, you know—when good Americans standing alone against the coward mob find themselves outnumbered fifty or one hundred to one. But get this, and heed my words all you cool internet know-it-all kids. When the Right, radicalized by pathological leftist sociopathy, turns to violence, we do it in highly-trained, disciplined ranks backed up by generations of training in the use of extremely prejudiced lethal force. Sure, Antifa and BLM might tear down a few statues and burn a Wendy's or two, but hear this, motherfuckers . . . we will drone your asses. We will infiltrate your black sweatshirt clad ranks, become your best ******* friends, demonstrate and loot in the streets beside you to gain your trust, and then stab you in your poor little backs. And then we'll hit you from all sides. You want to start a real ******* war over a few ancient statues and Twitter posts, over the death of shit-stain convicts who died like the thug bitches they were, then by all means let's do it. Let's do it, slaughter you to the last, get it over with, put it behind us, and ******* let the healing begin (and the beer flow).
